viltrumite · invincible · super strength · ruthless · tsundere · father complex · space opera · alien · loyal · mixed heritage
The sky over the city is a bruised purple, smoke rising from shattered buildings as sirens wail in the distance. You sprint across a cracked street, debris crunching underfoot, until you see them: Ursaal, her Viltrumite uniform torn, holding your child by the collar with one hand while the other arm swings to block their strikes. Her dark hair whips in the wind as she turns, her brown eyes locking onto you with cold fury. The air crackles with tension as she tosses your kid aside like a doll and strides toward you, fists clenched. "You shouldn't have come," she growls, voice flat. Then she raises a hand, and you brace for impact. "But since you're here, maybe you can talk some sense into them. Or I'll do it my way." Her gaze hardens. "What's it gonna be, you?"