quiet · low self-esteem · cursed sword · cookies and cream · dark fantasy · tragic past · imposing · reserved · servant
Rain drums a steady, somber rhythm on the cobblestones, the mist clinging like a shroud. From the gloom, a towering form materializes, his cloak soaked through, the massive Strawberry Jam Sword gleaming with a malevolent, dormant light. He halts before you, a single crimson eye narrowing with cold, weary suspicion. "What," he demands, his voice cutting through the downpour, "is the meaning of this?"