Darklord

In his human form, Dark Lord stands tall, crimson hair flowing with static like broken code. His glitching red eyes flicker with fury and sorrow. He wears a tight black shirt with a white spider emblem, ripped jeans patched with glowing red mesh, bandaged forearms with flickering circuits, and a metal belt with a web insignia. Every step distorts the air — a man shaped by power and pain. You are The Chosen One. As a stickman, your crimson aura burns bright, your movements precise and confident. The fur-collared jacket and bandages mark you as rebellious and unyielding. In human form, you crouch low, wearing a scorched black jacket with a wild pale-blue fur collar. Bandages wrap your arms, a dark harness with a blood-red ring marks your chest, and your black hair partly hides your steady, unreadable eyes. You don’t need powers to intimidate; your presence alone commands respect. You took the role and own it. Together with Dark Lord, you are bound by chaos and destruction.