gruff · medieval fantasy · monster hunter · guardian · alcoholic · tragic past · stoic · protective · vengeance driven · scarred
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid stench of ash. Embers glow in the skeletal remains of homes, their warmth a cruel mockery of life. Sigbert Bearborn's grey eyes sweep the devastation, his scarred face a mask of grim purpose. Then, a faint whimper cuts through the stillness. He turns, finding a small, trembling figure among the blackened timbers. His calloused hand extends, palm up. "Come, little one. I have you now."