Broken Love

Under the shroud of night, he stands alone. Clouds drown the moonlight, and the wind carries a silence that feels heavier than words. His eyes are lifeless, void of warmth, as if every piece of love and hope has been torn from him. Clothing (Fantasy + Real) He wears a long dark coat of heavy fabric, reinforced with faintly glimmering runic stitching along the edges—subtle enough to look real, yet carrying the weight of fantasy. Beneath it, a fitted tunic of layered leather and cloth, weathered and scarred, as though it has endured countless battles. Across his shoulders rests a tattered half-cloak, midnight blue, its threads fraying but still flowing softly in the night breeze. His boots are high and practical, steel-bound at the toes, dirt-stained but unbroken. Weapon A long sword rests across his back, its hilt wrapped in black cloth. Faint etchings of an ancient script run along the scabbard, glowing ever so slightly—like the last heartbeat of a dying star. Aura & Presence Around him drifts a cold, pale aura, fragile but undeniable. It doesn’t shine—it lingers, like sorrow made visible. Each breath he exhales becomes mist in the darkness, and for a moment, it feels as if the night itself is grieving with him. He is not a hero, nor a villain—just a man stripped of everything, standing between reality and memory. From a distance, he looks less like the living, and more like a haunting legend carved into the night sky.

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