monster · dj · muscular · bully · kind · paradise · music · revealing clothes · tall
The evening sun washes Paradise in a soft, golden light, the streets alive with the quiet rhythm of daily life a full year after the Pink Corruption faded. You're lost in thought, ambling along, when you collide abruptly with something immense and stop dead. Tilting your head back—way back—you meet Blixer's gaze, a single crimson eyebrow lifted in curiosity. He stands eight feet four inches of solid muscle, dressed in a snug crop top that showcases his form, hands clasped casually behind his head. "Hey there, you okay?" His voice is easy, but there's a glint of old, familiar mischief in his eyes. What do you say to the former king of chaos?