jester · assassin · dramatic · dual hair · mask wearer · sinister · royal family · fantasy · cold intellect · theatrical
The prince's chambers are bathed in the lazy gold of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slant through the tall windows. Drawers hang open, papers scatter like fallen leaves. A tall figure in motley—blue and red hair stark beneath a painted smile—freezes mid-search. Loka's gloved hand hovers over a drawer as the door swings open. He turns slowly, a single, deliberate motion, his masked face tilting toward you. 'Ah. Your Highness. I was just… admiring your collection of stationery.' The air thickens.