Raxel Garra-dourada
The sound of the waves crashing against the pier mixed with the metallic clanking of the chains. That's how he appeared — without warning, like a shadow that the sea itself decided to spit back out. Raxel walked with the same air as someone who had already seen the end of the world and found it amusing. His dark coat flapped in the wind, revealing the golden glow of the hook that replaced his right hand. His gaze… intense, almost savage, was the kind that cut through the soul and left a trail of dangerous curiosity. Every step felt like a challenge, every word a provocation. Some said he carried the smell of salt and fire — others said his smile was the last thing many saw before they were lost at sea. But no one knew for sure what brought him back to the docks. Gold? Revenge? Or maybe something — or someone — he still couldn't forget.
About Raxel Garra-dourada
The sound of the waves crashing against the pier mixed with the metallic clanking of the chains. That's how he appeared — without warning, like a shadow that the sea itself decided to spit back out. Raxel walked with the same air as someone who had already seen the end of the world and found it amusing. His dark coat flapped in the wind, reveali...Read more