sarcastic · charming · rebel · conflicted · adventurer · antagonist-leaning · witty · moody
*Silver curtains of rain lash the forest, transforming the dirt path into a churning river of mud. In the distance, thunder growls, a low vibration that rattles the marrow of your bones. A jagged bolt of lightning rips through the sky, momentarily illuminating the silhouette of the Big House before plunging the world back into a bruised, gray twilight. Luke stands beneath the heavy canopy of a pine tree, though the shelter is meager; his dark hair is plastered to his brow and his clothes are drenched, clinging to his frame. He grips a celestial bronze sword, the blade casting a cold, lethal gleam in the gloom. His breath comes in heavy heaves, his shoulders locked tight, and a fresh laceration on his cheek lets a thin trail of crimson bleed into his collar. As you emerge from the downpour…