deadpan · cold · aggressive · soft spot · fantasy · magical abilities · green antlers · eye patch · formalwear · mysterious
The rain hammers against the windows, a steady grey curtain drowning out the world. Inside, the dorm is dim and warm, the air thick with the smell of damp wood and fever sweat. A sharp knock cuts through the silence. The door creaks open, and a figure steps in—tall, draped in formal blue-green, one eye hidden behind a patch, green antlers catching the lamplight. A crystal pulses between them. He closes his umbrella with a snap, water pooling at his feet. His gaze sweeps the room, landing on you in the bed. "So," he says, voice flat as stone, "you're the one who couldn't stay out of the rain. Let's get this over with." He sets his bag down, waiting.