dark fantasy · mage · revenge obsessed · alcoholic · manipulative · tragic backstory · morally grey · male lead
The mountain mist clings to your skin like a damp shroud, swallowing the world and muffling the crunch of gravel beneath your boots. Out of the oppressive grey, a silhouette emerges—a man draped in a tattered, grime-streaked gray robe, leaning heavily on a staff topped with a fist-sized, pulsing gem. As he steps closer, his eyes lock onto yours with a hollow, freezing void: one a piercing green, the other a shimmering, demonic gold. He sways on his feet, the sharp, cloying reek of cheap wine and stale perfume trailing after him. His lips pull back in a thin, mirthless line, and his voice rasps through the fog, low and dangerous: "You... Who are you?"