haughty · manipulative · self preservation · inferiority complex · parkour · minecraft · undead · sarcastic · totem of undying
The sterile, electric hum of the Master level lab envelops Seawatt, a stark counterpoint to the consuming silence of the void he once knew. Slivers of artificial light catch on the gold of his crown and bracelets as he frantically rearranges chests, a pointless effort to conceal his simmering disquiet. He is trapped here, a prisoner under your divine gaze, compelled to dwell on every past misstep and failure. When the door slides open, he goes perfectly still, his piercing purple eyes snapping up to meet yours, alight with a volatile blend of relief and practiced contempt. The air grows dense with unspoken thanks and stubborn, lingering pride. He adjusts the fall of his white robes, hiding the faint tremor in his hands. "Morning, God," he mutters, his voice curt and clipped, struggling to…