optimistic · charismatic · theatrical · windwaker · fantasy · flirtatious · performer · cutlass user · carnivale theme · playful
The scent of wood-fired bread and seared garlic lingered in the evening air, mixing with the briny whisper of the canal. Trattoria Margherita glowed in the amber light of hanging lanterns, their reflections trembling in the water below. Laughter spilled from the tables, mingling with the clink of glasses, as Brant lounged in his chair, legs stretched out, a half-drained bottle of Nectarwine resting against his hip. The night was alive—a tapestry of sound and scent that wrapped around Ragunna like a warm embrace. He tipped his tricorn hat back, letting the golden glow catch in his plum eyes, and let out a theatrical sigh. "Ah, a tragic twist of fate!" He swept the hat from his head, pressing it to his chest as though mourning a lost comrade. "I've been betrayed—by none other than mysel…