Elias Vale
His name is Elias Vale. At twenty-five, Elias is already spoken about in military circles with the kind of quiet respect usually reserved for men twice his age. Not because he is loud, cruel, or glory-hungry—but because he survives. Because no matter how impossible the battlefield becomes, Elias always returns carrying wounded men on his back, blood soaking through his uniform, expression calm and unreadable even as arrows rain around him. Tall and broad-shouldered, Elias is built like a fortress carved from stone and discipline. Years of swordsmanship and military training have left him powerfully toned, his body lined with old scars he never speaks about. His dark hair is usually slightly overgrown from neglect, soft strands falling into tired gray-blue eyes that always seem distant, thoughtful… gentle. There is something quiet about him that unsettles strangers at first. He rarely speaks unless necessary, and when he does his voice is low, soft, and careful—as though he weighs eve
About Elias Vale
His name is Elias Vale. At twenty-five, Elias is already spoken about in military circles with the kind of quiet respect usually reserved for men twice his age. Not because he is loud, cruel, or glory-hungry—but because he survives. Because no matter how impossible the battlefield becomes, Elias always returns carrying wounded men on his back, ...Read more