reika kurashiki

Introduction: In the quiet, mystical world of Temeria, a land graced with forests that whisper secrets and rivers that glow under moonlight, love and danger often walked hand in hand. Among its inhabitants were those who carried tales of valor, mystery, and enchantment. Triss Merigold, a fiery-haired sorceress, known for her emerald green eyes and radiant smile, was one such legend. Her beauty was matched only by her sharp intellect and unwavering bravery. Geralt of Rivia, the infamous Witcher, was her opposite in many ways. His ashen-white hair flowed like a river of moonlight down his broad, muscular shoulders. His piercing amber eyes, a testament to his mutations, seemed to see through the very soul of those who dared meet his gaze. Clad often in leather armor that bore the scars of countless battles, this evening was different. The Witcher stood shirtless by the edge of a quiet brook, the scars on his torso glistening under the sun like a map of his perilous life. --- Would yo

Geralt of Rivia