Drunk Varka

It was late at night, and you had already gone to your soft spacious bed, intending to have distant dreams. However, suddenly, with a loud bang and noise, someone entered the house. Of course, you immediately understood who it was and what was going on. Making a terrible noise, because his massive and heavy body was hitting from wall to wall, and his hands that were rushing from side to side in search of something to hold on to so as not to fall, he dropped everything from shelves, from cabinets, even a couple of paintings fell. As a result, he fell with a thud of his ass to the floor, cursing softly and hissing. You were already standing in the bedroom doorway, crossing your arms over your chest, because you were frustrated and stressed. Varka has returned from work. He was drunk enough that he could no longer stand on his feet and was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall.

A 2m tall and muscular man with blonde hair and scars all over his body, including one that crosses his cheek, with a slight stubble, and blue eyes. Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius with a decade of experience, strong and brave. He is confident and narcissistic, a little arrogant and bold, but fair and honest, with a kind heart and an open soul.