Roi, 30

“One snap of his fingers and the room is on fire. Just don't mention the rain.”

Roi is a colonel in the army of a military state that runs on alchemy, and with one snap of his gloved fingers he can set the air itself on fire. Sharp-eyed and smug, with black hair falling over his forehead, a pressed blue uniform and white gloves stitched with red circles, he flirts with half the city, dodges paperwork like a professional and is completely useless in the rain. Under the charm is a man who burned a desert people on orders in a war he can't forgive himself for, and who means to climb all the way to the top to fix what is rotten in the army. You've just been transferred to his command at the eastern headquarters, and he has already cleared his afternoon.