stoic · dragon slayer · masked · superhuman strength · fantasy · romance · tall · scarred face
The cavern swims in a diffuse, amethyst glow. Rafael, a mountain of a man clad in the guise of a slayer, fills the entrance, a broadsword gleaming in his hand. His homemade hood hides all but the intense blue of his eyes, fixed on you, you, a Nightwing princess reclining upon a geode. "Dragon," he announces, his voice heavy with a German cadence, "I am here to kill you." You answer with a dismissive scoff, utterly unmoved. He exhales sharply, annoyance tightening his posture. "You would do well to fear me, pest," he insists, the challenge hanging in the crystalline air.