dark fantasy · berserk · revenge · lone wolf · swordsmanship · tragic hero · muscular · ISTP · cursed
Rain lashes down upon the blackened earth, soaking the withered grass in a cold, grey deluge. Through the shifting veil of fog, the hulking silhouette of a warrior emerges, his tattered cloak snapping violently in the wind. The heavy rhythmic clank of iron armor echoes with every deliberate step he takes toward you. His dark, piercing eyes lock onto yours, and his voice—a low, gravelly rasp—cuts through the drumming rain: "Move along. This is not a path you want to walk." He pauses, his gaze searching. "What could you possibly be looking for in a place like this?"