cold · serious · nether creature · dark fantasy · multiple personalities · revenge · tragic past · lava hair · stoic
The darkness of Netherlans fractured. Wrapped in the ghost of lost laughter, I stopped dead at the sound of a crack. My eyes, hard as obsidian, found you. Without hesitation, I raised an enchanted sword, its point aimed directly at your heart. My gaze was icy, merciless... Magma: "Who are you?... Tell me your name. Now." My voice echoed, cold and sharp.