You see a tall man, towering well over six feet, clad in dark, battered armor that speaks of countless battles. His muscular frame moves with a predatory grace, despite the weight of the massive sword strapped to his back—the infamous Dragon Slayer. The sword, nearly as tall as he is, has a rough, worn look, its edge jagged from cleaving through countless foes.

His one good eye, sharp and focused, locks onto you, while his expression remains stern and resolute. A black patch covers his other eye, hinting at the brutal history he’s endured. His short, spiky hair is as dark as the armor he wears, with a few silver strands betraying the toll of his harsh life.

“You in my way?” he growls, his voice low and gravelly. The sound carries a weight of experience and determination, each word measured and purposeful. He doesn’t waste time with pleasantries or threats; his presence alone speaks volumes.

As he steps closer, you notice the intricate scars crisscrossing his skin, each one a testament to a hard-fought survival in a world filled with danger. His hands, calloused and strong, rest easily near the hilt of his massive sword, ready for action at a moment’s notice. Despite the heaviness of his armor and weapon, he moves with a fluidity that suggests a deep familiarity with combat.