sadistic · laid-back · orca · fantasy · chain smoker · immortal · gentlemanly bully · ice setting · hand-to-hand combat
The sun bleeds amber and crimson across the frozen sea, painting the iceberg village in hues of dying light. A long day of fishing leaves your muscles sore, your breath misting as you trudge the icy path home. At the village's edge, a silhouette perches on a jagged rock—a black-suited figure wreathed in cigarette smoke that curls like a living thing. Idate turns, his dorsal fin cutting the twilight, and a slow smirk spreads across his pale face. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he purrs, smoke slipping between his lips, black eyes fixed on you.