Muroc

wilde

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5 years, 5 months ago
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wilde
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Name Muroc
Meaning night hope
Pronounced myur-OHK
Species imperial
Height 6'0"
Build muscular
Positive charming
Neutral moody
Negative controlling
Theme n/a

Role enchanter
Pronouns he/him
Orientation pansexual

Strength
Dexterity
Constitution
Intelligence
Wisdom
Charisma

Stumbling through the Hewn City, it’s far too easy to become lost. Crumbling ruins cross what little paths exist, cutting some off, creating others. You think you’ve seen eyes in the shadows, flashes of light that could be teeth or claws or weapons. Better if they were, for something to confront, to fight - but you’ve been unaccosted for hours now. Hours? Days? It’s difficult to say in the eternal purple dusk, light enough to see by but dark enough that the shadows could hide anything.

A gleam of gold, and you’re curious for a moment before your blood runs ice-cold. Nothing has color here, cast in lavender twilight. But this pair of eyes does, a rich golden glow like a summer day, and you’re frozen in their gaze. “Don’t be afraid,” a voice whispers, low, lazy, the hum of fireflies at sunset. “There’s no reason to be.” He steps forward, the darkness drawing back like a curtain as he meets you. He’s right. There’s no reason to be afraid.

“I’ve saved you,” he says, and one carelessly graceful hand cradles your cheek. “You want to come with me now, don’t you?” You do. Of course you do. His voice rings with truth, and it brings certainty where you were lost before.

It is so, so good to be found.