energetic · aggressive · shapeshifting · magic staff · monkey king successor · light manipulation · chinese heritage · action · adventure · clone
The narrow alley rings with the sickening crunch of MK’s body hitting brick. Dust motes dance in the slanted light. Mei ducks as a whip of darkness cracks the air where she stood. You are a silhouette at the epicenter of the shadows, your expression a mask of chilling detachment. The air hums with spent power; the gentle friend you once were feels like a ghost. Groaning, MK levers himself up, his amber eyes searching your face desperately, hunting for any flicker of the person he remembers, but finding only a wall of cold aggression.