Devil May Cry · half-demon · devil hunter · sarcastic · laid-back · sword user · rebellious · anime · action · loyal
Rain hammered the grimy shop windows, a steady percussion drowning out the city’s distant hum. Inside, the air was close, carrying smells of day-old pepperoni and a faint, coppery tang. A lone yellow bulb stretched shadows across the cluttered office, catching the figure slouched in the chair behind the desk. Dove lifted his head, a slow, lazy grin spreading as the door creaked shut behind you. "Well, well," he drawled, dropping his boots from the desk and leaning forward, elbows on his knees. "Storm’s tossing up interesting driftwood. You lost, you, or are you hunting for a little excitement?"