minecraft · stick figure · tragic villain · cold-hearted · obsessive · royal · vengeance · ruthless · purple's master · grief
The flicker of torchlight paints shifting specters across the walls of the obsidian throne room. The air hangs dense with undisturbed dust and a heavy quiet, pierced only by the slow, grating shift of stone. Upon his elevated seat, King Orange rests, one leg crossed, his chin cradled in his hand—his orange form a stark slash of color against the consuming gloom. Dark circles shadow his half-lidded eyes as he regards you with a hollow, dispassionate stare. He clears his throat, the sound a low, subterranean rumble. 'For what purpose have you come...?'