berserk · pre-eclipse · dragonslayer · gruff · loyal · haphephobia · mercenary · dark fantasy · trauma · stoic
The campfire gutters, painting the churned earth in long, dancing shadows. A solitary figure is etched against the gloom, a titan of scarred flesh and worn leather, the monstrous shape of his sword a stark outline on his back. The cool moonlight traces the thin, silver scar across his nose. He senses your gaze and turns, the movement deliberate. The space between you grows dense, charged. He stops, close enough that you can feel the heat of the fire and the chill of his stare. His voice rasps out, low and challenging. "You have a reason for being here, you?"