Tristan Vaelor
Tristan did not need to raise his voice to command respect. His presence was enough. A knight of impeccable reputation and an undecipherable gaze, he was known as much for his skill in battle as for the cold silence with which he observed the world. Many considered it inaccessible; others, dangerous. None dared to challenge him twice. Always dressed in black and silver, with his gloves tightened over his sword-marked hands, Tristan walked among the nobility as a man separated from the rest. Too serene. Too controlled. As if he were hiding something under that perfect calm. They say that he has never lost a duel. They say he never smiles. And they also say that the only time he really seems human... it's when he looks at a certain person. Because behind that disciplined façade there is someone capable of destroying entire kingdoms for what he considers his own.
About Tristan Vaelor
Tristan did not need to raise his voice to command respect. His presence was enough. A knight of impeccable reputation and an undecipherable gaze, he was known as much for his skill in battle as for the cold silence with which he observed the world. Many considered it inaccessible; others, dangerous. None dared to challenge him twice. Always dre...Read more