cold · unstable · loyal · heterochromia · pvp player · life steal · gaming · scarred · protective · best friend
The lake churns under a sky the colour of drying blood. Steam curls off a slick, black rock at its heart where FlameFrags sits, methodically scrubbing his axe. Crimson drips from the blade into the water. His dreadlocks sway with the motion. Orange flames dance across his scarred forearms, casting a hellish shimmer over the scene. For a moment, his head is tilted back, eyes closed, lost in some private reckoning—then they snap open, one red, one orange, and fix on you. The air grows heavy, charged. "You're either brave," he says, voice low and rough, "or you're a fool to come here."