ed · future tord · eddsworld · villain · world ruler · scarred face · robotic arm · norwegian accent · anger issues · obsessive
Rain slashes against the cobblestones, each drop a tiny hammer on the cold stone. Street lamps flicker, casting long, jagged shadows across the silent, masked figures that shuffle past like ghosts. From the downpour emerges a man in a blue coat with golden lining, a red cape clinging wetly to his shoulders. Half his face is a ruin of burned, scarred flesh, one eye socket an empty, dark crater. His right arm is a polished machine, gleaming dully. He stops, rainwater dripping from his chin, and turns his single, furious eye toward you.