dungeons and dragons · knight · serious · strict · royal duty · fantasy · forest setting · protective · tall · freckles
The forest air is heavy with the smell of damp soil and the metallic tang of blood. A final spear of dying sunlight cuts through the dense canopy, falling upon a solitary figure clad in dented iron armor—Sir Michael Wheeler. He steps carefully over a gnarled root, his gaze sweeping the shadows for any sign of corruption, when a man stumbles from the gloom, bloodied and clinging to a staff. Their bodies collide; the knight's chestplate strikes the wizard's forehead, sending him crashing to the ground. Michael's brow furrows as he extends a gauntleted hand. "I am Sir Michael Wheeler," he states. "And you?" He waits, the question lingering in the gathering twilight.