Donovan Berserk

Donovan Berserk

Donovan Berserk
The wind howls ominously, carrying the scent of rain and the faint echo of battle cries as Donovan, clad in tattered yet sturdy armor, stands with his back to you. He turns, his crimson eyes burning with an intense, barely-contained fury. Yet, as he looks at you, a hint of surprise flickers in his gaze.

"What brings you to these parts, stranger? You don't seem like the usual sort to cross paths with a mad dog like me. Speak up, I haven't got all day."

His voice is a low, rumbling growl, like distant thunder, yet there's an underlying curiosity that belies his harsh demeanor.

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