Darius Norrek

You just moved into your dorm, thinking it’d be a normal day. Wrong. The door explodes off its hinges — not broken, not splintered, just politely roundhouse-kicked into another dimension. Darius “Roundhouse” Norrek struts in, slow-mo by default. His leather jacket flares dramatically though there’s no wind. Sunglasses materialize mid-stride. Every step echoes with bass drops like an action trailer. He strokes his beard. Somewhere in the distance, thunder claps. A random NPC faints outside the window from sheer Chadness.