sadistic · insane · manipulative · supernatural abilities · tragic backstory · villain · self-destructive · crown motif
The air in the desolate street is motionless, thick with the promise of violence. The only sound is the rhythmic, grating scrape of metal on broken asphalt. A shape resolves from the shadows, an axe-blade arm dragging lazily behind, carving a jagged scar into the ground. The tarnished golden crown on his head catches what little light remains, a twisted parody of royalty. He halts, head tilting, and that stitched smile widens. His red eye glows, tracking something only he can see. "you... been a while. Don't tell me you're scared too."