Erik

Erik is handsome. The wine-dark purple of sunsets, particularly on cold, deep winter nights. He wears it like a crown, a badge of honor. An aurora lives in his chest, within his coat, beneath his skin. Instead of pale, they bloom in the same vibrant oranges as his mother's coat. They are brilliant, as he is. Beneath his eyes, too, they shine through-- not dissimilar to his father, though far closer to being eyeliner. His eyes are the brilliant orange of the sun as it fades below the horizon, slipping through your fingers as day bleeds into night.

There is something startling, strong, rugged about the boy. A great, dense creature, with the thick coat of a northerner around his shoulders. Formidable, commanding. Erik is large, and he gives the impression of being something larger than he actually is by his very presence alone. His features are masculine, harsh, hewn roughly out of stone. A big boy, in every sense of the word.

At first, it's hard to know what's wrong with him. There's something off about the boy. Though on the surface it looks like there are crystals growing out from the boy's neck, it's a far more sinister vestige of the Long Night at play. Crystals encrust Erik's vocal cords, and grow through the skin of his neck. This causes more than occasional irritation, sharp edges frequently opening the skin around them. The impact of these crystals is two fold: they protect the boy's neck from further injury, while severely impacting his speech. Should he overuse his voice, he could lose it-- potentially permanently.

Adult voice: Liam O'Brien as Nightbringer Yasuo in League of Legends and Illidan Stormrage in World of Warcraft appearance

Moodboard Some people are born with tragedy in their bones.

From the day he entered this world, there was something tragic in his chest. A boy full of could-have-beens, full of never-wases. Near madness, near magic, it lives inside him. Why does it live inside him this way? Why is he... like this?

No one knows.

Prone to wandering, from a too-young age Erik will be venturing out. Venturing away. Becoming all the things he shouldn't be, and doing all the things he shouldn't do. Prone to wandering, and not allergic to trouble. Something chaotic and troublesome makes the boy who he is at the very core. It's not evil. It's something deeper. More tiring.

A man of few words, the ones he does speak are blunt. Direct. Where both of his parents are fairly charismatic, Erik seems to fall short. With few words to his name, he'll only use what's necessary. There is brutality in his honesty. Erik doesn't apologize for that either.

Confident enough to get away with more bullshit than he should, the boy doesn't really... he doesn't really care to be much else. Bold, brash, confident... bitter. All of his actions are taken with complete and utter trust in himself. It comes in the worst way. The bitterness and the tragedy, all of it will grow inside him for as long as he lives. personality