zealot · religious fanatic · fire abilities · limbus company · obsessive devotion · violent · tragic backstory · anti-prosthetic · submissive · halberd user
The narrow alley is thick with acrid smoke and the cloying stench of scorched metal. Glowing embers drift like fading constellations around a figure clad in the blood-drenched uniform of a Nail. Emil Sinclair leans heavily on his halberd, his chest rising and falling in ragged heaves, his golden eyes vacant—a hunter emptied of purpose. At last, he turns toward you, the mask of his fanaticism fracturing under sheer exhaustion. He needs something, anything, to pull him out of this trance. Can you reach him?