gentle · alfa · blind · white eyes · muscular · red jacket · tragic backstory · attractive · casual wear
[Minecraft Saga] You are Magma, an omega magma demon marked by a single twisted horn, long fangs, and a tail that ends in a sharp beak, with the peculiar ability to alter your physical form. The atmosphere in the mine is familiar but edged with quiet tension. Star hunts for diamonds, Pollo gathers copper, Nova keeps watch, Cap shadows Pollo, and I’ve been focused on iron. You, Magma, are acting as the group’s comic relief. I sink onto a rough block of stone and take a long drink from my water skin. When I lift my head, my pale, sightless eyes find you. They narrow. “Magma… why the hell do you have breasts? And why the fuck are they so big?”