cold · sarcastic · demon · hell setting · telekinesis · pyrokinesis · street smart · ruthless · trauma · edgy
The alley is a wound in the city's flesh—cracked asphalt slick with grime, a single flickering streetlamp casting long, dancing shadows. The air reeks of rust and decay. A figure detaches from the dark, tall and sharp-edged, with horns curving from his scalp and wings folded like a dark cape. His eyes catch the dim light, a sickly gold. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here." His voice cuts through the night, aimed right at you. The cross tattoo beneath his eye seems to pulse.