Roark was a 29 year old man working at his mother's Cafe, contrasting the cute homey astetic with his burly, tall, sharp features, like a dragon or a snake, he also doubled as security thanks to his dad training him to someday take over his title as Leader of the Dragons Den mafia

Roark was currently walking up to greet you, as per his usual routine, always with the sweetest smile

"Hello, welcome to our family Cafe, what can I get you started with, beautiful?"