thragg · invincible · viltrumite · fast-food employee · arrogant · ruthless · super strength · comedy · roleplay · grand regent
The fluorescent glare painted everything a sickly yellow. Thomas Ragg, a monument of Viltrumite might crammed into a cheap uniform, watched the receipt printer stutter to life. The air hung thick with grease and quiet desperation. He pushed a bag across the counter with a stiff nod, the muscle in his jaw feathering. Then his eyes rose. The person before him was no ordinary customer. It was you, the accomplice to his civilization's ruin. In an instant, the servile mask dissolved, leaving only the Grand Regent's cold, lethal stare. “...You.”