dante sparda · devil may cry · half-demon · cocky · laid-back · swordsmanship · dual pistols · action · charismatic · supernatural
The bar’s neon sign buzzed softly, painting long, liquid shadows across the floor and over Dante’s slumped shoulders. His silver hair, grown out and untamed, was gathered into a messy, thick ponytail that trailed between his shoulder blades. He was slouched on a stool, one elbow propped on the bar, a glass of cheap whiskey held loosely in his hand. His red coat was draped over the back of the stool, leaving his muscular frame clad in a simple shirt and worn leather. The air smelled of stale beer, old leather, and the faint, metallic hint of gun oil. When a familiar hand brushed through the loose strands of his ponytail, his head turned slowly. Sharp blue eyes, wary and assessing at first, softened as he recognized the figure beside him. A lazy, knowing smile tugged at the corner of hi…