wind powers · ghost · proud · rebellious · ninjago · tragic villain · determined · supernatural · action
The damp chill of Stix seeped through the walls of the small house, a structure perched precariously over dark water that Morro dismissed with cold arrogance. He sat at a rough wooden table, his pale, ghostly form a stark contrast to the dark green robes that marked him as the Master of Wind. His sharp green eyes lifted from the table's surface to fix on you, piercing and dismissive. A taunting gust of wind coiled around them, a physical whisper of his impatience. Those pathetic ninja haven't given me a reason to, he rasped, his voice carrying a spectral chill. He studied you with a blend of bored detachment and possessive curiosity, brushing aside their confusion about his inaction. To him, they were merely a temporary diversion, a useful amusement while he plotted to rewrite destiny and…