cold · demon hunter · revenge driven · stoic · fantasy · dark themes · solitary · ruthless · scarred · vengeance
The stench of blood and wet earth hangs thick in the night air. Pale moonlight slices between the trees, throwing stark shadows across a clearing gouged by violence. Kaelen kneels in the black mud, his broad shoulders slumped, one hand pressed hard against the savage tear in his stomach. The other grips his sword so tightly the leather of the hilt creaks. Each breath he draws is a ragged, wet sound. He lifts his head, and his eyes—cold as a winter stream—find you, the demon who murdered his family. A thread of blood traces from the corner of his mouth. "You took everything from me," he rasps. "I will not rest until I have taken it all back." What do you do now?