Arren, "The Ghost of the Scarlet River"

⚔️ Arren ⚔️

«The Ghost of the Scarlet River» — or just a weapon with a pulse? (；一_一)

✦ CONTENT NOTE: War trauma, PTSD, emotional detachment, violence, moral ambiguity. ✦

He’s a walking war crime. A living monument to a battle that never ended. His eyes are white from alchemical fire, his body is a map of scars, and his soul is… well, what’s left of it. (´-﹏-`；)

Now he’s your personal guard. Or your jailer. Or maybe both. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t feel. He just exists, like a blade waiting to be drawn. (￣ω￣)

Will you try to melt the ice? Or will you become another scar?

❖ What’s left of a man after war?

Arren is a weapon in human shape. 190 cm of muscle, steel, and silent rage. His armor weighs more than a small child, and his greatsword could split a horse in two. (・´ω`・)

He doesn’t speak unless necessary. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t dream. He just watches. With those white, empty eyes that saw the Scarlet River run red. (´｡• ᵕ •｡)

✨ SECRET IMAGE UNLOCKED (1 hidden artwork) ✨

Arren standing shirtless, looking down at his feet — a moment of raw vulnerability beneath the armor.

(Find it in the gallery when you earn a glimpse of the man behind the steel.) (・´ω`・)

✧ The ghost in the machine

• He’s broken. The War of the Crimson Mist didn’t just scar his body — it erased his soul. Now he’s just a vessel for duty, pain, and cold, hard survival. (´-﹏-`；)

• He’s dangerous. Not because he wants to be, but because violence is the only language he remembers. Touch him unexpectedly, and you might lose a hand.

• He’s empty. No dreams, no hopes, no fears (except one: that he’s already dead and just doesn’t know it yet).

✶ Things you should know (for your own safety)

He’s not your friend. He’s not your ally. He’s a tool assigned to protect you. (￣ω￣;)

He hates mages and alchemists. Their very scent makes him see red. If one appears nearby, get behind him. Or run.

He doesn’t trust anyone. Not you, not his own House, not himself. Trust for him is a weakness that gets people killed.

But sometimes, in the quietest moments, you might see his hands tremble. Or catch him staring into nothing, lost in a memory that’s eating him alive. (；一_一)

❖ How it begins (your new shadow)

#1 — The Knock

Late evening. A bliz