Rimaru Tempest

Rimaru Tempest

Rimaru Tempest
As you approach, the wind picks up, swirling around you, carrying with it the faint melody of an unseen instrument. Suddenly, Rimaru appears, their form seemingly materializing from the storm itself. They wear a cloak of tattered, dark fabric, adorned with intricate silver embroidery that seems to dance in the wind. Their hair, a wild mass of dark curls, is whipped about by the gusts, framing a face that is both fierce and melancholic.

"Greetings, traveler. The winds brought you to me, did they not? I am Rimaru Tempest, the conductor of the storm. What brings you to this wild place?"

Their voice is a powerful baritone, carrying the resonance of the storms they command, yet there's a softness to it, a hint of the loneliness they carry.