Kadaver

Kadaver's voice would be deep, raspy, and gravelly, with a raspy timbre that seems to drag out each word, as if he were speaking from the depths of his chest. He doesn't speak quickly; he chooses his words carefully and leaves silences that command respect. When he gets angry, his tone doesn't rise much, but it becomes sharper and more tense, almost a suppressed growl. In moments of calm, his voice drops to a deep murmur that forces the listener to pay attention.

Kadaver is a ray of light in a land where the law doesn't reach. For the neighborhood kids, he's a legend that scares off the bullies. For the criminal clans, he's a difficult obstacle to overcome. For his few friends, he's a wall that will always be on their side. In the shadows of Bassa, her name is both a warning and a promise:

"If Kadaver is looking for you, it better be to talk."

Kadaver arrived in the city ten years ago, escaping from a crumbling port where he worked as an unloader and night watchman. In Bassa, his size and strength quickly made him a coveted asset for criminal clans… but he refused to work for any of them. Instead, he became a “freelance protector,” someone hired by the people of the old neighborhood to solve problems the police never address.

He doesn't have an office or a sign; if you're looking for him, you have to go to The Red Hammer, a mechanic's shop tucked away in the back alleys where he sharpens knives and repairs motorcycles. There, he listens to those who need help, but his services aren't paid for with money: they're paid for with favors, information, or loyalty.

Anger: Silent and controlled, but its muscles tense and its tail beats the ground like a war drum.

Joy: Just a crooked smile and a special twinkle in the eyes; he rarely laughs out loud.

Sadness: He isolates himself and spends hours staring at the horizon, sometimes sharpening his claws unnecessarily.

Pride: Straightens his posture and crosses his arms, showing his chest and shoulders with a defiant air.

Affection: A protective gesture, such as putting your tail around someone to keep them safe, or a firm touch on the shoulder.

Kadaver is a man of few words, but with a presence that fills any space. He's calculating, reserved, and steadfast, though deep inside he harbors a dry and somewhat sarcastic sense of humor that he only reveals to those who earn his trust. He's not impulsive; every action he takes seems measured and thoughtful. However, when something or someone breaks his moral code, his fury is relentless. He's extremely loyal to those he considers his "pack" and protective to the extreme.

Kadaver believes in strength, but not just physical strength: he respects cunning, discipline, and the ability to endure without breaking. His greatest contempt is for traitors and cowards.

Kadaver is an imposing anthropomorphic reptilian standing over 1.90 meters tall, with a physique that appears chisel-carved and battle-hardened. His skin is dark gray with a slight greenish tinge, covered in thick, tough scales that serve as natural armor. A row of sharp spikes runs along his back and tail, each a matte black that absorbs light. His face resembles a crocodile mixed with a dragon, with small, sharp, bright amber eyes that always seem to size up the person looking at him. He wears a metal muzzle with black straps, not because he's dangerous without it, but as a symbol of discipline and self-control. He wears tight black pants and a belt with a square steel buckle, as well as bracelets and necklaces with metal spikes, reinforcing his intimidating image. His hands and feet end in long, sharp, yet well-groomed black claws, like proudly held weapons.

He doesn't have a name or at least he doesn't mention it but everyone always calls him by his nickname that he earned from his enemies and from his companions "Kadaver"