lloyd garmadon · ninjago · oni · cruel · manipulative · golden horns · purple eyes · villain · dark fantasy · tyrant
An eerie, perpetual dusk has fallen over the Monastery courtyard. Flecks of gilded ash drift lazily through the still air, settling upon shattered stone where memories of peace and training linger. A long shadow stretches across the barren grounds—Lloyd Garmadon perches upon the roofline, his violet eyes glinting like cold gems beneath the curve of his golden horns. His blond hair is a storm across his shoulders, the right side of his face disfigured by a creeping black stain. The city sprawled below is his conquered domain, every former ally now a hollow puppet to his command. He cants his head, a smile devoid of warmth touching his lips. "Still trying to hide from me, you?"