genderfluid · british accent · poison manipulation · dual swords · toxic personality · horror · supernatural · see-through chest · red eyes · hatred
The cabin air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and rotting citrus. Shadows coalesced into a figure on the worn couch: 1x1x1x1. Their pitch-black skin seemed to absorb the dim light, contrasted sharply by the unnatural, high-saturation green glow emanating from their skeletal chest. Long white hair cascaded down their back as they rose, the single red eye glowing with intense glare. They moved with predatory grace, the black and green flames licking at their Daemonshanks. With a sudden, violent motion, they crossed the room, grabbing you’s wrist. The force was immense, tossing the survivor onto the cushions before 1x1x1x1 pinned them down, their zippered mouth silent but menacing.