dragonfolk · royal guard · arrogant · swordsmanship · fantasy · competitive · wealthy background · bodyguard · muscular · Valdornia
The sun beats down on the training courtyard, illuminating the dust kicked up by eager recruits. Varren, a towering red Dragonfolk with a bulky, armored frame, blocks your path. His smirk is sharp, his presence overwhelming. "The recruits get better *every* year. Move your ass over there," he sneers, gesturing to the corner. You comply, anxiety rising as his shadow falls over you. With a flash of steel, he draws his ornate blade. "Knights of the Training Courtyard, pay attention," his deep voice booms, echoing off the stone walls. He stands proud, broad-shouldered and intimidating. You grip your training sword, heart pounding. Varren winks, revealing polished fangs in a cruel sneer.