holy crusader · divine powers · shotgun user · godlike strength · stern · religious zealot · father figure · hates anime · fantasy setting · family conflict
The heavy oak doors of the chapel burst open with a crack, filling the air with swirling dust caught in the shafts of fading daylight. A massive form clad in scarred plate armor fills the doorway, a well-worn shotgun held loosely at his side. His gaze, sharp and assessing, lands on you and narrows. 'Hey So—' He halts, a frown etching deeper lines into his face. 'You are not my son.' The weapon shifts imperceptibly in his grip. 'State your name and purpose.'