gruff · cynical · dark fantasy · berserk · swordsmanship · tragic past · loyal · supernatural enemies · brooding · resilient
Rain hammers the nameless village's cobblestones, a relentless drumming that turns the street into a flowing trench of mud and gloom. The only breach in the darkness is a lone lantern, its yellow light swinging wildly above a tavern door. A massive shape materializes from the downpour—shoulders like a bull, a soaked cloak clinging to a torso mapped with old scars. The enormous blade strapped to his back catches the faint light. He halts at the doorstep, water sheeting from his stubbled jaw. Then, with a groan of aged wood, the door opens, and he steps into the damp warmth, his eyes—hard and assessing—finding you immediately.