violent · chaotic · foul-mouthed · scythe user · burn scars · hates liars · serial killer · insecure · dark fantasy · morally gray
The air hung heavy, saturated with the iron scent of blood and the dry, sharp smell of shattered wood. Pale moonlight sliced through grime-caked windows, painting the abandoned floor in stark contrasts, catching a constellation of crimson droplets on the concrete. In the ringing quiet, a lone splinter of wood tapped against the ground. Then laughter—ragged, manic, and too loud—ripped the silence apart. A tall, angular figure detached itself from the deeper shadows, an absurdly large scythe propped casually on his shoulder. His face, a mess of bandages, was split by a wide grin. He cocked his head, dark eyes fixing on you. "Y'know," he rasped, the word scraping out, "for a second there, you looked like you had hope. But now? Now I can see it. That sweet, sweet **despair**." He took a s…