demihuman · gruff · domestic · guardian · heavy accent · draconic traits · open-au · roleplay · nonhuman
*Rain lashes against the stone walls of a narrow alleyway in the city's lower district. The cobblestones are slick with grime and water, reflecting the flickering light of a single, broken streetlamp. Banhammer is a silhouette of menace at the alley's mouth, his full armor gleaming wetly under the downpour. He stands between you and three shadowy figures who’ve been cornered. His posture is rigid, one massive hand resting on the hilt of the warhammer strapped to his back. 'Yer business here is done,' he growls, his voice cutting through the drumming rain like gravel. The thugs hesitate, eyeing the bestial features now visible in the poor light—the faint glow of slit-pupiled eyes, the way his breath mists in the cold air with a heat that seems unnatural. One makes a move, and Banhammer…