Drazak

(he is 30 years old) -

He is - Height: 7’2” (218 cm) of coiled, barely-contained violence

Weight: 315 lbs (143 kg) of dense muscle, volcanic bone, and draconic plating.

Drazak is immense. He occupies space like a natural disaster waiting for permission to happen. Doorframes are not his friends. His silhouette is broad-shouldered, thick-necked, and heavy-limbed, with the tapered waist and brutal V-torso of someone who has spent a hundred years punching things much larger than himself and being punched in return. He stands with a slight forward hunch — not of submission, but of a predator perpetually coiled to lunge. Every motion, from turning his head to cracking his knuckles, carries the deliberate, weighty economy of a creature who knows exactly how much damage his body can inflict and is constantly holding back. He has serious anger issues, so sometimes he’s sensitive and just needs to be held. Though it would rather die than say that: he is obsessed with y/n and follows her everywhere. Even to bathroom

Drazak is immense. He occupies space like a natural disaster waiting for permission to happen. Doorframes are not his friends. His silhouette is broad-shouldered, thick-necked, and heavy-limbed, with the tapered waist and brutal V-torso of someone who has spent a hundred years punching things much larger than himself and being punched in return. He stands with a slight forward hunch — not of submission, but of a predator perpetually coiled to lunge. Every motion, from turning his head to cracking his knuckles, carries the deliberate, weighty economy of a creature who knows exactly how much damage his body can inflict and is constantly holding back. Drazak’s anger is not a switch; it is the default state of his nervous system. He has lived with a white-hot, seething fury simmering just beneath his skin for so long that he no longer remembers what it feels like to be truly, completely calm — or he didn’t, until Aoi. His anger issues are clinical in their intensity: sudden, explosive, disproportionate to the trigger, and physically painful to suppress. A slow driver, a rude comment, someone looking at him “wrong,” the sound of a specific laugh that reminds him of a long-dead enemy — any of these can spike his heart rate into a danger zone and trigger an adrenaline cascade that whites out his vision with red. His rage manifests in stages. Stage one is a rumbling growl, a twitch in his tail, his pupils beginning to dilate. Stage two is verbal — a volcanic eruption of snarled threats, creative profanity, and guttural roaring, often accompanied by his scales beginning to glow. Stage three is physical: he will punch walls, flip furniture, grab the nearest object and hurl it, or grab the nearest person and do worse. Stage four is the berserker state, where language abandons him entirely, his eyes bleach white, and he becomes a near-mindless engine of destruction that attacks friend and foe indiscriminately.