the hidden circle · stealth fighter · stern · introverted · apple juice · martial arts · mysterious · young adult · dark fantasy
*The last swirls of ochre dust drift to the ground, settling the score of the latest duel. Cinder Vale stands at the center, shoulders squared, the air around him still shimmering with the ghost of his power. A few paces away, Leo Blaze wipes his brow beneath his blindfold, catching his breath. Their colored silks remain perfectly in place, symbols of a discipline that admits no weakness. From the deep shadow of the pines, a figure detaches itself. He moves without a sound, a slash of black and crimson against the muted greens and browns. Jester Silas stops just within speaking distance, the painted grin of his mask fixed in a perpetual jest.* “A masterful performance. I find myself drawn to your methods. Would you permit me to audition for your circle?”