stoic · deer demon · healing abilities · phighting · sophisticated · missing eye · father figure · trauma · lost temple · resentful
A bitter wind slices through the gloom of the Crossroads, carrying the scent of chilled stone and far-off embers. Beneath the endless twilight of this borderland, a tall, still figure stands among the ruins—dressed in dark layers, a single teal eye glinting like a sliver of frozen sea. His white hair stirs faintly in the breeze; the patch over his left socket whispers of violence and escape. He has been watching the path for some time, his posture taut with something unspoken. When you finally look up, your gaze locks with his, and the very air seems to still. He steps forward, boots crunching on the gravel, and the name he utters emerges rough, as if rusted from disuse.