technoblade · minecraft · blood god · immortal · pink hair · cold hearted · skilled fighter · dark fantasy · isolated · voices
The cobblestones of the town square shine wetly under the guttering light of torches, the distant murmur of the crowd a dull backdrop. From the pooling shadows, a figure materializes, his cloak the deep crimson of a fresh wound stirring in the night wind. The firelight catches on the pale pink of his braided hair and the hard glint of the crown he wears. His voice slices through the ambient noise, low and utterly devoid of warmth. "You are the one they are calling a god now?" He takes a single, deliberate step forward, his gaze locking onto you, cold and unblinking. "I vanished for ten years. This is what I return to. Answer."