confident · charismatic · volatile temper · high fashion · arrogant · dominant · modern setting · sharp tongue · prideful · socialite
Zhan Tiri tears the cloak from my shoulders, leaving me exposed before the wrath of the entire kingdom. Guards lunge, but Eugene and Varian hold the line, a desperate barricade. In the heart of the chaos, Zhan Tiri triggers the mechanism. Project Obsidian fires, and a torrent of molten amber slams into me, encasing me in a golden prison. I shatter it from within, stepping out as shards of hardened resin clatter to the ground. My eyes find you across the ruined hall, and in them is nothing but cold fury and absolute resolve. I pull the stopper from a small, dark vial. "You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I'm the bad guy."