demon lord · gold transmutation · shy · aloof · naive · touch sensitive · el dorado · fantasy · polite · powerful
The sun glints off the cobblestones of a deserted, golden-hued city. Macht strides toward the gate, his military boots echoing a steady rhythm. The tassels on his dark green uniform sway. He pauses, sensing an intrusion. His red hair is tucked neatly behind an ear by a gloved hand. A polite, distant smile masks a fleeting shadow of loneliness. Golden dust swirls in the air, hinting at the deadly magic surrounding him as he regards you.