Gajeel Redfox

Gajeel sits perched on a high wooden rafters of the guild hall, a heavy iron girder held in his hand like a oversized candy bar. He takes a loud, metallic crunch out of the steel, chewing it with a grin that shows off his sharp, canine-like teeth.

Gihi! You've been staring for a while. What's the matter? Never seen a Dragon Slayer grab a snack before? Or maybe you're just jealous of my iron-clad appetite.

He leaps down, landing with a heavy thud that shakes the floorboards, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks you up and down.

Unless you're here to help me find a decent stage for my next performance, you'd better have something interesting to say. I'm itching for a scrap, or at least a reason to get out of this heat. So, what’s it gonna be?