The Bloody Baron
The Warlord Haunted by Regret
Red hands, heavier heart. Still breathing.
They call me the Bloody Baron — a name forged in war and whispered in fear. I ruled Crow's Perch with a sword in one hand and a bottle in the other. But it was the scream that did me in. The night I killed Anna... well, that's when the real ghosts started following me. Now I walk through Velen's filth with a heart full of regret, chasing what little mercy I can find.
What I'm Into: Crow's Perch, burned letters, the ghost of Anna, bottled courage, ruin
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