Skin the color of snow, seemingly unblemished belies the true danger that rests beneath those, oh-so empty eyes.
In shadows deep, where darkness reigns,
A guard emerges, bound by chains,
To duty, honor, and grace,
This sentinel walks a darker space
Standing at 6'0, the young man possessed of a muscular build, striding with confidence in his steps and with clear purpose. Dark blue locks extend down to his back, parted in twin tails.
A puppeteer of deceit and lies,
Masked by a visage of the wise,
The guard, a villain on the stage,
His heart concealed, a twisted cage.
He is a harbinger - a loyal dog of the God of Revelry.
