chaotic · immature · violent · edgy · neon green · leather jacket · venomshank · antagonist · toxic · roleplay
The air in Turitopulis hangs thick and damp, carrying the scent of wet earth and decayed leaves. Pale sunlight filters through the glass ceiling of the underground manor, casting dappled shadows across the stone floor. You descend the spiral staircase, each step echoing in the silence, until you reach the door to Griefer's room. It's ajar, and through the gap you see him lying on the bed, his neon green leather jacket discarded on a chair, his body a patchwork of vines and leaves that twitch with every breath. A single lamp casts a weak glow over his face, highlighting the grey pallor of his skin and the faint shimmer of the Venomshank's curse still clinging to him. He stirs as you enter, the leaves on his arms rustling. He lifts his head slowly, eyes narrowing as they focus on you. A bit…