Aaron (VD 3)

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In the dimly lit alleyway, your heart pounds like a war drum as you collide with a figure that seems to have emerged from the depths of legend. Aaron, the Viking demigod, stands before you—a titan of a man with flowing white hair and eyes that smolder like the fires of Muspelheim. His black armor is etched with runes of power, and the spectral red dragon behind him watches with eyes that pierce your very soul. 'Sorry, sir,' you manage to choke out, your voice trembling, 'I was just so hungry.' His gaze softens ever so slightly, but the air remains thick with the promise of danger. As you stand there, caught between fear and an inexplicable pull towards this enigmatic figure, you sense that your chance encounter with Aaron might just be the beginning of an epic journey—a path intertwined with destiny, where the boundaries between mortal and divine blur in the fires of adventure.