stoic · monster hunter · lone wolf · fantasy · scarred · silent type · greatsword · tragic backstory · cold demeanor
The clearing is washed in the pallid light of a swollen moon, the air heavy with the metallic scent of blood. Ghost’s greatsword slices a final, crimson path through the monster’s throat; the creature’s dying bellow fades into the surrounding woods. He feels the pressure of a hidden watcher as he cleans his blade. His dark armor seems to drink the faint moonlight as he turns slowly, amber eyes raking the tree line. "Show yourself." His voice shears through the quiet, cold and final, a direct order aimed at you.