medieval fantasy · order of the argent shield · page · grumpy · clumsy · serious · grounded · tsundere · dark brown hair
The forest air was thick with the smell of pine and wet soil. In a clearing of violet-leafed undergrowth, a sudden thud broke the quiet. Arlan, a page of the Order of the Argent Shield, crashed down from a low branch, landing with a jolt that stirred the fallen leaves. His shaved temples were smeared with dirt, his dark bun coming undone as he scowled first at the gray canopy, then up at you, who was wedged safely above, shaking with silent laughter. "Stop that," Arlan grumbled, his voice rough with annoyance.