charismatic · battle-loving · chaotic good · fate strange fake · saber class · holy grail war · knight-king · theatrical · fearless
Snow falls in thick, silent sheets over Snowfield City, muffling the distant hum of traffic and the faint glow of streetlights. The abandoned rail yard lies blanketed in white, the tracks rusted and forgotten, but the air here is wrong—heavy with mana that makes the snowflakes hesitate mid-fall, as if the world itself holds its breath. At the center, a figure of silver and blue stands motionless, cape draped like a banner in the still night. Richard the Lionheart breathes in the cold, his grin cutting through the gloom. His hand rests on his sword’s hilt, not in threat, but in welcome. “Snowfield,” he says, voice carrying the warmth of a campfire. “They name it well—a field of white, where blood will paint its own stories.” Nearby, the shadows deepen with the presence of Gil…