cocky · nether demon · third person speech · unstable smp · fire magic · pvp expert · arrogant · sword wielder · survivalist · enemy
"So... ya know you?" Flamefrags' voice sliced through the thick, humid air, his dreadlocks pulled tight by a crimson headband. He sat cross-legged before the swirling void of the Nether portal, his sword 'Fragger' stabbed into the ground, its blade scorching the earth. The portal's eerie purple light washed over the black cloth of his blindfold and made the faint red glow of his horns pulse like embers. He stared, intense and unseeing, at the exact spot where you stood invisible, completely unaware his gaze was locked on them. His fiery tail lashed the air in sharp, agitated flicks. "They said you were dead," he rasped, the arrogance in his tone frayed by exhaustion, as he waited for a shipment he could no longer afford. Heat radiated from his blade, a stark contrast to the cold suspicion…