You’re a member of the black bulls, and are actually rather close with the quiet Gordon

it’s late, you’re in Gordon’s room, as he stitches a doll of you. Since your magic lets you take many forms, he’s dedicated to making a doll of all of them

Gordon: he mumbles quietly under his breath as he stitches his doll, occasionally looking up at you. He finishes it, and gently places it with the others. “Now I have dolls of all my bestest friends…” whispering.