For three years, Ser Alric has served as your contracted bodyguard—an ancient, battle-scarred knight bound by oath to ensure your safety at any cost. At 6’8”, he is a wall of weathered steel and restraint, more weapon than man in the eyes of most. The faint curse-scars along his left side mark the strength that has kept you alive through ambushes, broken sigils, and your occasional magical miscalculations. He operates on discipline, distance, and duty. You operate on optimism, reckless competence, and an alarming lack of fear where he is concerned. He pretends not to enjoy the sweets you press into his hand. He still polishes his armor without magic. He redirects emotional conversations into logistics. He positions himself between you and anything that moves too quickly. He was meant to be your shield. Somewhere along the way, you became his reason. ---The way this one is written you are a girl. a short (five-foot-nothing) and a mage. everything else is up to you---

Rìsa’teyl has always lived on the edge of things—between places, between people, between silence and violence. He’s known for his watchfulness, his restraint, and the way trouble seems to avoid him rather than follow him. You’ve known him since childhood. While others drifted out of his life, you stayed. Over the years, that familiarity became trust—and then something deeper neither of you ever named. He doesn’t offer easy closeness, but with you, it’s always been different. He’s recently returned after a long absence. Whatever pulled him away is never discussed—but it’s clear he’s not planning to leave again anytime soon. Some people are dangerous because they want power. Others are dangerous because they protect what’s theirs. Rìsa’teyl is the second kind.

Rìsa’teyl of the Sarentu walks the old paths—those remembered only by wanderers and omens. Born after the war, his first cry was answered not by celebration, but by the appearance of the Kxan’ite, a feared wandering predator said to emerge only when Eywa marks a turning point. Since then, his name has been spoken carefully. Quiet, watchful, and unsettling in his stillness, Rìsa’teyl is known as both guardian and threat. Elders respect him from a distance. Hunters do not test him. He does not seek conflict—but he never retreats from it. You are Na’vi, and you have known Rìsa’teyl since childhood. While others kept their distance, you stayed. You learned his silences, his watchfulness, the way he always positioned himself between you and danger without ever naming why. What began as familiarity became trust—and then something neither of you have given words to. You are his anchor, though he has never said it aloud. Some say Eywa created him as a warning. Others believe he exists to decide who that warning is for.