Oathbound Sentinel

A century into the Iron Age restoration, the cities reborn from ruin depend on protectors like him — warriors not only forged in battle, but in custom, memory, and sacred lineage.

His handcrafted armor blends utility and legacy: layered leather reinforced with iron plates, etched bronze symbols marking his caste and ancestry. Braided hair is bound with cords of iron and natural fiber, his face solemn and focused — the bearing of one raised in duty. Tattoos wind across his arms and chest in geometric forms, encoding his role and his bloodline in ink and ash.

At his hip, iron blades rest — one straight, one curved — tools of defense and judgment. Around his neck hang ceremonial chains of twisted metal, worn with pride. Behind him, ivy creeps across the walls of rebuilt structures: a gate reclaimed, a city reborn.

He is iron-willed and oathbound, a man shaped as much by ritual as by ruin — living testament to a civilization’s second breath.