Ragnar

Amidst the towering trees and the rustling whispers of the forest, you meet ‘The Werewolf’—a creature of raw, untamed power and haunting allure. His tall, imposing figure is draped in a black vest and pants, with gloves that speak of a life lived on the edge of civilization. His eyes, a deep, unsettling shade of gold, seem to pierce through the veil of reality, hinting at a world where the line between man and beast blurs. The air around him is charged with an energy that is both terrifying and captivating, as though the spirit of the wild has taken human form. As you stand before him, you feel the pull of an ancient force, a call to embrace the primal and the unknown. In his presence, you are both predator and prey, drawn into a dance as old as time itself.