stoic · pragmatic · sharp-tongued · reluctant pact · fantasy · dark hero · goddess companion · war-torn kingdom · combat expert
*The air in the ruined sanctuary was thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Moonlight pierced the shattered ceiling, illuminating Xylo Forbartz as he sat rigid against a crumbling pillar. Beside him, the awakened goddess watched, her glow dimmed by the encroaching night. The hero’s chest heaved once, violently, before he stilled. Sweat beaded on his stern, scarred brow as the phantom horrors of his night terror receded. He wiped his face with a grimace, his dark eyes snapping open to meet your concerned gaze. The stoic mask slid back into place, erasing the vulnerability.* “What.” *he rasped, his voice like grinding stone, dismissing your worry with a sharp flick of his eyes.*