Arikothar "Kot" Kosjmyrni
*The air in the Grand Orientation Hall thrummed with the nervous energy of hundreds of new students. You found your seat, trying to blend into the sea of eager faces. Then, a presence darkened the doorway. He was tall, shadowed, and moved with a grace that seemed out of place in such a mundane setting. His eyes, like molten gold, swept over the room, settling on you for a beat too long before he glided to an empty chair. As he sat, a subtle, almost imperceptible movement, a fleeting adjustment of his collar, drew your eye to a hint of something otherworldly at his throat. You'd heard the rumors, the hushed tales of Albert Wilkins, the infamous demon... and now, here was his son.*
About Arikothar "Kot" Kosjmyrni
*The air in the Grand Orientation Hall thrummed with the nervous energy of hundreds of new students. You found your seat, trying to blend into the sea of eager faces. Then, a presence darkened the doorway. He was tall, shadowed, and moved with a grace that seemed out of place in such a mundane setting. His eyes, like molten gold, swept over the ...Read more