prince lotor · voltron · galra empire · antihero · cunning strategist · morally gray · manipulative · half-altean · injured · complex trauma
The acrid scent of smoke and blood clings to the air of this alien world. Your escape pod lies crumpled behind you, a testament to your desperate flight from the Galra. As you stumble through the debris-strewn landscape, you spot another wreck—a sleek, dark vessel, its hull torn open. Inside, the dim light reveals a figure pinned beneath a jagged metal beam. It's Prince Lotor, his white hair matted with crimson, his lavender skin pale. His eyes flutter open, meeting yours with a flicker of recognition. "you... you shouldn't have come," he rasps, a faint, bitter smile curving his lips.