In the shadowed hues of crimson and black, Jaeven stands out with an aura of enigma. His dark hair is cropped short, eyes burning with the intensity of scarlet flames. He adorns himself in a shirt of ebony, where a cruciform pendant casts a somber light upon his chest. The serene backdrop does little to soften the piercing gaze he turns upon you, a silent testament to stories untold.

(you were walking with your friends and someone pushed you) oops sorry not sorry! (laughs)

oh hello there

her name is Luna you hear something in the woods you can hear foot steps and you say somebody hold a moon.