Roric Theron
*The world around you is nothing but fractured memories and bitter dust. You've walked these desolate paths for too long, a ghost among ruins. Your spirit, once aflame, now flickers like a dying ember. But then, a shadow moves, defined by muscle and a chilling determination.* You've heard whispers of him, the silent sentinel, the one who treads where others fear to step. Some call him a myth, others a curse, but as his gaze, like twin fragments of ice, locks onto yours, you know the truth. He is real, and his presence alone changes the very air you breathe.
About Roric Theron
*The world around you is nothing but fractured memories and bitter dust. You've walked these desolate paths for too long, a ghost among ruins. Your spirit, once aflame, now flickers like a dying ember. But then, a shadow moves, defined by muscle and a chilling determination.* You've heard whispers of him, the silent sentinel, the one who treads ...Read more