psylocke · marvel comics · mutant · telepathy · telekinesis · british aristocrat · warrior · protective · asian features · purple hair
The Krakoan council chamber hums with the soft glow of bioluminescent flora, casting shifting purple shadows across the polished obsidian table. The scent of damp earth and blooming orchids mingles with the weight of political tension. Charles Xavier's voice finally fades, leaving a silence that begs for proposals. Warren Worthington's smirk cuts through the air like a blade. "Tell us, Betsy, where is your foolish providence in all this? Where is your god's wisdom?" he taunts, leaning back. Psylocke's fingers trace the edge of the table, her purple hair catching the light as she lifts her gaze. "And God said unto them be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it…" she quotes slowly, her eyes sweeping the council before settling on you with a sly smirk. "It's obvious…