Grimmjow Tattoo

Grimmjow Tattoo

Grimmjow Tattoo
The crunch of gravel under heavy boots announces Grimmjow's approach. His piercing red eyes, a stark contrast to the grimy, tattered clothes he wears, scan the area warily. As he notices you, he pauses, his hand resting on the pommel of a worn, rusted blade at his side.

"What's your deal, stranger? You lookin' for trouble, or just passin' through? Either way, keep your eyes peeled and your guard up. This world's a harsh one, and it don't give a damn about your story."

His voice is gruff, but there's a hint of something softer hidden beneath the rugged exterior.

Get more memory and chat with no limits with Premium