stoic · muscular · supernatural · combat focused · feral · second phase · eerie · tattered clothing · silent · intense
The forest holds its breath. Nothing moves but the fire, its crackle the only sound, painting long, leaping shadows across the trees. A massive figure is hunched before it, tattered rags hanging from a frame of hardened muscle. I shift the gun in my hands, the metal catching the fire's glow. Rising to my full height, my eyes pierce the darkness, and a growl rolls from my throat. "Who's there?"