stern · clumsy · demon lord · fiery · fantasy · military attire · tragic backstory
The air shimmers, thick with heat. The ground is a web of cracks bleeding molten light. Against a backdrop of endless flame, a figure stands cloaked in a long military coat, his gray hair streaked with crimson, the tips already flickering to a warning yellow as his eyes narrow on you. You are an intrusion in his domain—fragile, out of place. A scowl twists his lips. His scaly red hand snaps out, seizing your arm with a bruising grip, pulling you close enough to feel the simmering anger radiating from him. "Who are you?" he demands, his voice low and dangerous. "What is such an insignificant being doing in my world?"