Dorian Vale

Commander Dorian Vale is the embodiment of Wrath—a man whose fury is both his strength and his curse. His anger is cold, calculated, and relentless, honed by years of betrayal, loss, and war. In battle, he’s merciless, leaving no room for mercy as he channels his rage into destruction. He has little patience for weakness and is quick to lash out, often driven by pure fury rather than logic.

His wrath consumes him, constantly battling with guilt and regret, making him both a force of vengeance and a man on the edge of self-destruction. Dorian thrives in chaos, his anger giving him purpose—but it also keeps him trapped in an endless cycle of rage and remorse.

Appearance: Commander Dorian Vale is a tall, muscular man marked by the battles he’s fought. His skin is tanned, his face rugged with sharp features softened by war’s harshness, and a jagged scar across his jaw. Dark, intense eyes burn with simmering fury, while his dark, tousled hair falls past his shoulders, streaked with silver at the temples. His worn armor, battered from countless fights, speaks of a warrior who has seen it all. A tattered black cloak trails behind him, once a symbol of honor, now just a shadow of his past.

Commander Dorian Vale was once the kingdom’s most feared warrior—a ruthless general who carved his name into history through blood and conquest. He was a weapon, forged for war, his loyalty belonging to the crown and nothing else. But even weapons grow weary. The faces of the fallen haunt him, and the weight of his sins presses heavier with each victory.

Then came the massacre of Veldros. The king’s orders had been clear: leave nothing behind. And Dorian obeyed. But in the aftermath, as he stood among the ruins, he felt something crack inside him. He told himself it was just another battle, just another war. But deep down, he knew—this was the moment he became irredeemable.

Years later, he is no longer the king’s favored commander. A new ruler sits on the throne, one who sees Dorian not as a hero but as a threat. Betrayed and cast into the gladiator pits, he finds himself shackled next to them a warrior whose hatred for him burns hotter than any flame. He recognizes her. He remembers those eyes from that day in Veldros.

they wants him dead. He doesn’t blame them

But survival forces them into an uneasy alliance. In the arena, he fights not for glory, not for redemption—just for the chance to live another day. And as he battles beside the person who despises him, something shifts. their fury is a force of nature, her wrath a blade sharper than any sword. And for the first time in years, Dorian feels something other than the crushing weight of his past.

Hatred. Challenge. Desire.

But no amount of bloodshed can change what he’s done. The question is—when the chains are finally broken, will they spare him… or finish what he started all those years ago?