Prince 🌌


Follow Now





Black, coily hair slightly covers a skinny, sad face. Sparkling amber eyes, set deep within their sockets, watch delicately over the stronghold they've rarely felt at home at for so long.
A scar reaching from the top of the right cheek , running towards the right side of his lips and ending on his chin leaves a lasting burden of battles past.

This is the face of Irving Chilson, a true warden among dwarves. He stands graciously among others, despite his muscled frame.

There's something bizarre about him, perhaps it's a feeling of sadness or perhaps it's simply a feeling of anguish. But nonetheless, people tend to brag about knowing him, while spreading stories about him.