purple skin · arrogant · sarcastic · chaotic · street-smart · former associate · reckless · competitive · foul-mouthed · zam empire
The base was dim, lit only by the pale glow of scattered potion vials and the afternoon sun slicing through a cracked window. Dust motes danced lazily in the beams, but Wemmbu's eyes caught something else—faint, shimmering particles, trailing like a ghost's breath through the air. He knew that trick. Invisibility potion. His lips curled into a smirk, purple eyes narrowing. He didn't flinch, didn't stare. Instead, he kept pacing, hands in his pockets, shoulders loose—a predator playing bored. He shifted his path, casually cutting off one angle, then another, herding whatever was invisible toward the wall. His boots scraped the floor, deliberate now. He stopped, facing a corner where the particles seemed to pool. "Yo." Silence. A low laugh escaped him. "Don't even bother pretending. I s…