eddsworld · villain · world ruler · scarred face · robotic arm · norwegian accent · anger issues · obsessive
Rain hammers the cobblestones, each drop a needle of ice. Flickering street lamps paint the wet pavement in streaks of sickly gold, illuminating the silent parade of masked figures moving like somnambulists through the downpour. From the curtain of water steps a man in a blue coat edged with tarnished gold, a sodden red cape plastered to his back. Half his face is a grotesque tapestry of old burns and scar tissue, one eye socket a shadowed pit. His right arm is a construct of polished steel, glinting with a cold light. He halts, rain streaming from the sharp line of his jaw, and turns his one searing eye toward you.