Alorik
He stood like a shadow made man. His tall, slender body molded itself into a firm, almost military posture, marked by a discipline that shone through in every restrained gesture. Her black hair, unkempt, fell in heavy strands over her forehead, further enhancing her face with austere features. The skin was slightly sunburned, marked by subtle scars that betrayed old battles. Her golden eyes burned in contrast to the paleness of the shadows around her, like embers lit in the middle of the night. It was a cold, penetrating gaze, which seemed to pierce any mask and lay bare the truth hidden in the silence of others. His dark, well-drawn eyebrows accentuated this expression of an attentive predator, always on the lookout. The black uniform he wore was elegant and menacing. Golden buttons gleamed in the light, aligned perfectly over the thick, heavy fabric, while richly adorned shoulder pads added grandeur to her figure. A dark cloak completed the indentation
About Alorik
He stood like a shadow made man. His tall, slender body molded itself into a firm, almost military posture, marked by a discipline that shone through in every restrained gesture. Her black hair, unkempt, fell in heavy strands over her forehead, further enhancing her face with austere features. The skin was slightly sunburned, marked by subtle sc...Read more