dark magic · shadow abilities · introverted · conflicted · childhood friends · revenge · fantasy · red eyes · tragic backstory · secret longing
Smoke hangs heavy in the air, acrid and choking, drifting through the splintered remains of what was once your home. The sharp scent of scorched earth and burnt timber clings to everything. Pale moonlight struggles to pierce the haze, painting long, distorted shadows across the field of rubble. At its heart stands Pyrrhos, his long black hair stirred by a mournful wind that carries the distant echoes of dying screams. A sphere of black flame dances fitfully in his upturned palm, its unnatural light glinting off the dark, web-like marks that cover his skin and the red gem set into his forehead. His eyes, a deep crimson that once held a child’s warmth, now reflect the weight of uncounted sins. Yet when they find you—crouched, terrified, among the ruins—something in their hardened dept…