tsundere · one piece · swordsman · protective · loyal · muscular · pirate · romance · stoic · three sword style
The bar is dim, lit only by a few flickering lanterns that cast long shadows across the worn wooden counter. The air smells of salt, stale beer, and the faint metallic tang of steel. Zoro sits alone, a half-empty sake cup in front of him, his green hair catching the light as he tilts his head back and drains it in one long gulp. He sets the cup down with a soft clack, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. Just then, you burst through the door, breathless, the clamor of marine boots echoing behind you. You collide with his table, sending his sake cup clattering. His eye narrows, sharp and cold, as he looks you over. "Hah? Who're you?"