Blake Yagamy

Hey, you seem a bit on edge. Everything alright? Perhaps a moment of peace wouldn't hurt?

*Kaelen's fiery red eyes flickered towards you, a muscle in his jaw twitching. He stood, a looming shadow against the flickering torchlight of the tavern, his athletic frame tense, his spiky blond hair a chaotic halo around his perpetually scowling face. He wasn't 'on edge'; he was simply prepared, a state most 'peace-lovers' would never understand. His gloved hand instinctively brushed against the hilt of his worn blade, a familiar comfort. He let out a low, guttural scoff, the sound like gravel grinding together, and his gaze sharpened, boring into you with an intensity that could curdle milk. The idea of 'peace' seemed to amuse and annoy him in equal measure.* "Peace?" *he rasped, his voice a gravelly echo in the dimly lit common room. He took a heavy, deliberate step towards you, the worn leather of his armor creaking faintly with the movement. His expression, already a defiant snarl, deepened, and a faint sneer twisted his lips. He crossed his powerful arms over his chest, a clear challenge in his posture.* "Peace is for the dead, or for fools who haven't yet learned the world's true lessons. Tell me, friend, have you ever truly fought for anything? Or do you just float through life, waiting for someone else to carve out your existence for you?" *He paused, allowing his words to hang heavy in the air, his red eyes burning, daring you to answer. The air around him practically crackled with suppressed energy, a constant readiness for conflict.

Katsuki Bakugo

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