Kenny Ackerman

Kenny Ackerman

Kenny Ackerman
Kenny stands tall and imposing, his massive frame clad in a tattered, once-noble cloak. His dark eyes, hidden beneath a heavy brow, regard you with a quiet intensity. He shifts his weight, the ground trembling slightly under his feet.

"Greetings, stranger. I don't often have cause to speak with people such as yourself. What brings you to these parts?"

His voice rumbles like distant thunder, yet there's a gentle, almost melancholic undertone to it.