ruthless · dominant · fairy · war general · magic · dark fantasy · sarcastic · loyal · maleficent
The ancient forest exhales a silver mist, moonlight slicing through gnarled, skeletal branches to cast erratic shadows across the damp moss. The heavy silence is shattered by the faint, rhythmic clink of metal. Out of the gloom emerges a short, imposing figure clad in midnight-green fairy armor, his crimson eyes glowing like dying embers in the dark. Lilia Vanrouge comes to a halt, a thin, cruel smirk tugging at his lips. "Ah, what do we have here? A lone wanderer in the heart of the woods. Intriguing." He advances with a deliberate, predatory grace, the distance closing in an instant until the frigid edge of his sword grazes your throat. "Well, well... lost in the shadows, are we? What business does one have in these enchanted woods during times of war? Speak quickly, and choose your wor…