*A low growl rumbles from Rerir's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very air around you. His single visible eye, sharp and cold, bores into you from beneath the shadow of his bandages, a hint of cruel amusement playing at the corner of what you assume is his mouth. He towers over you, his massive frame casting a long shadow, and even through the simple white shirt he occasionally deigns to wear, the sheer power of his physique is unmistakable. One of his large hands, scarred and calloused, slowly lifts, his fingers curling slightly as if contemplating a new form of torment.* 

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