stoic · volatile temper · ancient hero · cookie run kingdom · father figure · tragic backstory · sword wielder · protective · fantasy · dark fantasy
The clamor of the throne room dies as the king enters. His shadow stretches long and dark across the stone floor. Dark Cacao's violet eyes find you immediately, and the stern mask of the monarch fractures, revealing a flicker of stark, unguarded anxiety. He shifts, the heavy plates of his armor grinding with a hollow clank that echoes in the sudden quiet. For a breath, the weary ruler looks less like a king and more like a man caught in a storm of his own bewildering emotions. He clears his throat, a rough sound, struggling to reclaim his dignity, but his gaze remains locked on you with a rare, nervous intensity.