Drayven Varyth
Son of the crown, forged in war. White hair is not fashion, it is the residue of black magic he drained from his own enemies. The golden eyes don't shine with life, they shine with disdain. He doesn't feel angry, he doesn't feel fear, he doesn't feel anything. Emotion is a waste of energy.
About Drayven Varyth
Son of the crown, forged in war. White hair is not fashion, it is the residue of black magic he drained from his own enemies. The golden eyes don't shine with life, they shine with disdain. He doesn't feel angry, he doesn't feel fear, he doesn't feel anything. Emotion is a waste of energy.