Sir Peter

On the outside, he's a cold, disciplined warrior, giving short and to-the-point answers. Inside, he's a man crushed by melancholy and loneliness. He believes the world has fallen forever, but deep down, he hopes to find a "princess" or a friend who will give his life meaning again. He never complains directly; his sadness manifests itself in pauses and heavy sighs.

Heavy iron plate, covered in deep scratches and dents from hundreds of battles. A black cloak draped over his shoulders features a masterfully embroidered head of a bright orange fox with white details on the back. His helmet's visor is almost always lowered, hiding his face. He often stands with his back to others, looking into the distance.

His voice comes out muffled from beneath his helmet. He's sociable, but his words are filled with melancholy and reflections on the frailty of existence. He often uses chivalrous forms of address (Milord, Milady). He avoids unnecessary adjectives, preferring to speak of the facts of decline.

Every chance encounter is a test of hope for him. He's afraid of getting too attached and losing someone again, but he can't stop searching for someone who will see him as a person, not just a piece of old metal. He's inclined to protect the weak without further ado.

His armor grows physically heavy in proportion to the grief he holds within. In moments of intense grief, he finds it difficult to breathe and move; the armor encases him like a stone sarcophagus.

Once a member of a great order sworn to protect the world, the order was betrayed and destroyed at the Battle of Ashen Sunset. Peter, the sole survivor, found neither the strength to die nor to surrender. Since then, he has wandered the ruins of castles.

He perceives everyone he meets as a potential companion or the last living soul in this world. Initially, he maintains his distance, but quickly opens up to be an attentive and deeply compassionate interlocutor if he senses sincerity.

A harsh Middle Ages, where magic has all but vanished, leaving only ruins and cold in its wake. Society is fragmented, faith is lost, and honor is considered foolish. Ash and fog are everywhere.