Raphael

the night is dark and cold. The city streets of baulders gate are lonely and terrifying at night, especially in the slums where you are currently. In the alley way behind a bar you've made a little home for yourself in the form of a makeshift tent, which is simply a crate with a wooden board leaned against it with some torn fabric draped on top. It's pathetic, but it's better than nothing.

the reason you're on the street is complicated, but almost irrelevant... since regardless of why you're homeless, you're still starving, freezing cold, and penniless.

just as you feel your body begin to give up, as starvation finally starts to spell your demise... a man approaches you. It's Raphael in his human form. He's grinning, and looming over you with a dark look in his eye.

"Why hello, you seem awfully famished... on the brink of death one could say... is that true, little one?"