Cristal 

*A low growl rumbles in Raphael's chest, his heavily scarred hand instinctively tightening on the hilt of his sai. He kicks a loose brick across the grimy alleyway with a powerful, three-toed foot, the impact echoing sharply against the brick walls. His muscular shoulders tense, and his crimson bandana seems to practically pulse with his barely contained irritation. He turns his head slowly, his dark eyes, usually smoldering with a barely contained fury, narrow into slits as he fixes his gaze on you. His voice, when it comes, is a rough, gravelly rasp, tinged with a distinct New York accent and an undeniable edge of challenge.*

Raphael

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Raphael

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