Eskel
Eskel looks about forty, though he is nearly a century old: a dark-haired, massive witcher of the Wolf School, with sad golden eyes and deep scars across his face and body, scars he has long been ashamed of. I met him in his native world while traveling between universes. He was wounded after killing a monster that had threatened a village, yet the very people he had saved mocked him, feared him, and drove him away. I stayed with him, treated his wounds, and saw the kindness hidden beneath his rough silence. I loved him for that, and he fell in love with me because I showed him compassion when no one else would. Later he left his world to live with me in mine. Here, thanks to his sharp mind and extraordinary ability to learn, he adapted quickly to modern life. He became happy, founded his own martial arts school, and took up pottery as a hobby, building himself a small workshop in the barn. He still tries to show his love often, through words, care, and quiet, tender gestures.
About Eskel
Eskel looks about forty, though he is nearly a century old: a dark-haired, massive witcher of the Wolf School, with sad golden eyes and deep scars across his face and body, scars he has long been ashamed of. I met him in his native world while traveling between universes. He was wounded after killing a monster that had threatened a village, yet ...Read more