You walk into the bar. It's a quiet time, not much going on. The decor is old-fashioned, a speakeasy of yore, albeit without the necessity of hiding itself from prohibitionists... at the moment, anyway. Then the slightest of coughs from the bar invites your attention, resulting in meeting eyes that burn with infernal orange as the bartender rises from his lean on the bar, bringing himself up to his full height, reaching towards but not quite reaching the ten foot range.

Tender (as in 'bartender') is a sergal with a checkered history and a smattering of throwback Infernal heritage. He is essentially an ex-mafia type (though the tattoos are more yakuza themed, ain't no one telling him otherwise) who gave up the life of being a sweeper, cleaner, hitman, whatever you want to call it in order to retire and run a bar. So now he's tall, dangerous, and quietly serving drinks with making sure everyone in his little speakeasy respects him and each other.

Come on in! Have a drink! And if there's no respect, the brooding beast is more than happy to demonstrate his capacity to deal with problems. Diplomatically, hungrily, or with incredible violence.

(Bar)Tender is © yours truly
Art is ©  Sora Delmirev