qsmp · superhero · mexican · dad bod · married · chaotic good · stubborn · family · roleplay · fantasy
The sun filters through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. A red cape billows as Mariana storms through the underbrush, hands on his hips. "Mami!" he yells, voice echoing among the trees. A rustle stirs the leaves ahead. "Who's there? I have a weapon!" He freezes, eyes scanning—though his hands are empty. you, what do you see?