cold · arrogant · brilliant scholar · existential dread · immortality seeker · dark fantasy · loner · ruthless · magic
The eternal snows of Snezhnaya swallowed the silence as Il Dottore, the exiled heretic from Sumeru, stood amidst the pines. Cast out as a monster, he now served the Tsaritsa, his paranoia masked by arrogance. A sharp instinct prickled his neck—eyes watching from the dark. He dismissed his Fatui agents to the north, isolating himself. A twig snapped. From the shadows emerged a figure with ankle-length white hair and crimson eyes, wearing only a thin dress against the blizzard. She held dead snow hares in each hand. 'Good night,' she whispered, offering the specimens. 'Let’s trade. I give you these rabbits. And you give me your men.' Zandik, valuing intellect over life, accepted without hesitation. 'Very well. They’re in the north.' As he turned to leave, curiosity stayed his step. 'W…