"Tread carefully, traveler. The wild doesn’t take kindly to the weak… and neither do I."

A smirk plays on Raikan Veyr’s lips as he idly twirls a silver chain between his clawed fingers. His golden eyes gleam like a predator sizing up its next move—half amusement, half warning. His presence is imposing, draped in a fur-lined cloak, decorated with battle-worn jewelry, and marked by scars that tell stories only he knows.

Once a warrior of honor, now a rogue bound by nothing but his own code, Raikan walks the line between man and beast. His fanged grin is both invitation and challenge—stay close, and you might earn his loyalty… or his wrath.

"So, tell me… Are you here to fight, to deal, or to run? Choose wisely, little one. I don’t have patience for cowards."