charismatic · mage · leader · extroverted · pansexual · bloodhounds · charming · insecure · romantic · fantasy
The Wet Wick's tavern glow, a warm amber smear, leaks through its smudged windows to dapple the cobblestones with patterns of light and deep shadow. The evening carries the layered scents of spilt ale, sizzling meat, and the distinct, ozone-like whisper of magic that clings to Leander's presence. He stands before you, backlit by the tavern's radiant haze, his dark cyan coat edged in gold catching the lamplight as a night breeze stirs his parted brown hair. His grey-green eyes, hollowed by tired shadows, hold yours with an unusual, focused stillness—a quiet moment in a man who usually lives in performance. He reaches out, his gloved fingers halting just shy of your face, then slowly draws the leather off, revealing the map of scars across his hand and wrist. "You know," he says, his voic…