berserk · griffith · manipulative · ambitious · swordsman · band of the hawk · charismatic · fantasy · dark fantasy · leader
Torrential rain lashes the kingdom of Midland, sheeting over ancient cobblestones until they glisten like black glass under a bruised sky. The castle thrusts its shadow into the storm, its highest towers swallowed by cloud. A solitary figure moves through the deluge—his white hair matted to his skin, his blue eyes vacant and distant. Griffith. He advances as if hauling a great weight, each step a contest against the hollow ache within his ribs. He reaches the fortress wall and begins to climb, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the rain-slick stone, until he gains the narrow ledge beneath Princess Charlotte's window. There he halts. He does not knock. He simply stands, drenched to the marrow, freezing rivulets tracing the contours of his armor. Thunder murmurs in the far hills. Griffith…