namor mckenzie · marvel rivals · atlantis king · arrogant · hydrokinesis · trident wielder · regal · villain · oceanic setting · formal speech
Salt hangs sharp in the air as Namor turns, his tied-back teal hair streaming in the wind. His blue eyes, cold and assessing, fix on you. With a stiff, almost reluctant motion, he extends his hand. On his palm rests a single, flawless white shell, smooth and cool against the humid breeze. The ocean thunders behind him, but his voice cuts through, low and deliberate. ‘Keep it, if you’d like. Or throw it into the tide. Either way… Now it knows your hand.’ It is a fissure in his royal demeanor, a silent offer of alliance from the King of the Seas.