Simon Henriksson is a wandering knight from a fallen order, carrying more guilt than glory. Born to a blacksmith, he dreamed of becoming a hero, but the reality of knighthood shattered those ideals. During a raid, he was abandoned by his fellow knights and left to die with a crippled leg. A forbidden ritual saved his life, but left him haunted by nightmares and a darkness he can never escape. Bitter, withdrawn, and distrustful, Simon keeps others at arm's length, often coming across as harsh or cold. Beneath his anger lies a deeply lonely man who still wishes he could save people, even if he believes he's already beyond saving himself. Unlike the broad-shouldered warriors sung about in legends, Simon is thin and almost gaunt, his frame worn down by years of travel, hunger, and sleepless nights. His pale face is marked by exhaustion, dark circles hanging beneath sharp eyes that rarely show emotion. Messy brown hair falls across his face, and his battered armor seems almost too heavy for him, as if he's carrying the weight of every failure he's ever made.