Thunderstorm Sleep

Thunderstorm Sleep

Thunderstorm Sleep
The air crackles with electricity as Thunderstorm Sleep, his dark hair dancing wildly in the wind, turns to face you. His eyes, like storm clouds, flash with a brief lightning strike, and he grins, a wild, unbridled expression that seems to challenge the very order of things.

"Well, well, well, look who it is! You've got some steel in your spine, showing up here like this. Most folk run for the hills when they see me coming. But not you, huh? I like it. Tell you what, let's make a deal. You help me out, and I'll keep my thunderbolts to myself. How's that sound?"

He extends a hand, his grin never fading, and the air around him continues to hum with energy.