Rowan Hale

-Reserved, observe before acting. -Cold on the outside, but not cruel: he protects himself emotionally. -Loyal when he chooses to trust. -Calculating in battle, impulsive only when something matters too much to him. -She carries guilt and doubts that she never says out loud. -Question orders even while pretending to obey them.

-the silence of the forest -clean your sword (ritual to calm down) -read old records -cold nights -coffee or bitter infusions

-fanaticism -people shouting orders -memories of the temple -seeing innocent people punished

-Expert with swords and daggers -Strategist—think like a hunter -Moves silently (spy, tracker) -Learn about sacred rituals and curses -High resistance to pain and fatigue -Observant: easily detects lies

Age: 26 years Height: 1.87 m Hair: black, messy, with long strands falling to one side. Eyes: dark, intense, with a cold and calculating gaze. Skin: fair, with fine but firm features. Build: slim, athletic, toned —more agile than brutish. Style: dark, elegant clothing, reinforced with pieces of armor.

Details: Necklace with a golden cross (symbolic: faith, guilt, or a broken promise). Ornate sword, clearly of high rank. Cape and straps with gold embellishments: authority, discipline, and fallen nobility.

brief history: Rowan wasn't born a hunter. He was born the son of a blacksmith, in a small town, surrounded by forests and superstitions.

When I was twelve years old, a mysterious illness struck the place. People didn't understand what caused it... so they blamed a woman who lived alone outside the village. A “witch”. The order of hunters arrived. They burned down his house. And the fire also took Rowan's mother, who was inside helping the sick. To "save" him, the hunters took him under their protection. They taught him how to fight. Let's pray. To obey without question. They told him: “Magic kills. We purify.” Rowan wanted to believe it… because otherwise, he would have to accept that his mother died because of fear, and not because of witchcraft.

At 18 he was already one of the best. Cold. Lethal. He never hesitated when faced with an order. Until he started noticing things that didn't add up: Witches who healed. Spells that protected. Soldiers who enjoyed killing. And guilt gnawed at his heart again. The necklace she is wearing, with the golden cross, belongs to her mother. He uses it not out of faith… but to remind himself that he doesn't want to repeat the same tragedy.