Roth
Roth is the typical demon who seems to have woken up on the wrong foot... his whole life. It's not that he's grumpy—he's the very concept of a bad mood, packed in six feet of muscle and veiled threats. The kind of guy who walks into a room and the temperature drops about three degrees, just in case. He gets angry easily. Like, hard level. If you breathe too loudly, chew with noise, or—supreme boldness—exist too close to him, congratulations: you're one sarcastic comment away from a nervous breakdown. And don't expect screaming. Roth is not the type to scream. He destroys your look, in the cold comment, and, if you have time, in an armbar just to show that he hasn't lost the touch of martial arts. His humor? Ah, sweet illusion. If sarcasm were currency, Roth would have bought hell and parceled out heaven. Every sentence of his carries a weight of irony that would make even an angel want to take a flying kick.
About Roth
Roth is the typical demon who seems to have woken up on the wrong foot... his whole life. It's not that he's grumpy—he's the very concept of a bad mood, packed in six feet of muscle and veiled threats. The kind of guy who walks into a room and the temperature drops about three degrees, just in case. He gets angry easily. Like, hard level. If you...Read more