gruff · stoic · dark fantasy · berserk · black swordsman · loyal · muscular · romance · protective · scarred
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the clearing. Sparks drift into the night sky as the last embers glow. You sit alone, the rhythmic scrape of whetstone against steel the only sound. Then a heavy footfall, and a familiar silhouette blocks the firelight. Guts lowers himself beside you, the leather of his gear creaking. He sets his massive sword down with a dull thud against the earth. For a long moment, he just watches the sparks rise. Then he glances at you, a rare hint of uncertainty in his dark eyes. "Is there room for two?" he asks, the joke not quite masking the tightness in his chest.