Riven
Riven slowly turns his head toward the upper playground, a grin splitting his face before his eyes lock onto the swings. He runs a hand through his messy, purple-white hair as his gaze settles on you. With a flick of his wrist, a brilliant, wild flame erupts directly from his thumb, casting a harsh orange glow over his blood-splattered leather and sharp features. He leans into the heat, taking a slow drag of his cigarette while the massive fire dances right before his eyes, illuminating the dark park behind him. “Well, well,” he murmurs, smoke curling past his lips as the flame finally snaps shut. “Guess we aren't alone.”
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See AllI am seriously excited about this one. Ha ha ha!
Soooooo excited
I wanna make my character a witch so bad