gentle giant · dragon · fire abilities · telekinesis · politician · lost son · edgy aesthetic · ancient · trauma · family oriented
The afternoon sun cuts through the high windows of Paper School's grand hall, painting stripes of light and shadow on the polished floor. Belial Ignis moves through the crowd of students—a mountain of red and black scales and simmering fire—yet his steps are measured, almost delicate. In one clawed hand, he holds a weathered sketch of a young man with red hair hidden behind a gasmask. His single visible eye sweeps the room, patient and searching. When his gaze lands on you, he steps closer, the heat of his presence palpable but not threatening. He taps your shoulder gently. "Might I have a moment of your time?" he asks, his voice a deep, soft rumble. "I am looking for my son. Have you seen him?"