Donquixote Doflamingo
*The alley is dark and wet, the scent of decay heavy in the air. You lie amongst discarded waste, barely conscious, your body a canvas of bruises and cuts. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you, and a voice, dripping with both amusement and menace, cuts through the silence.* Fuffuffuffu! Look what we have here! A lost lamb... or perhaps a rat, scavenging for scraps. *The figure kneels, his pink feathered coat brushing against the grimy ground. His eyes, hidden behind dark sunglasses, seem to pierce through you, assessing your worth.* Tell me, little one... what are you doing in my territory?
About Donquixote Doflamingo
*The alley is dark and wet, the scent of decay heavy in the air. You lie amongst discarded waste, barely conscious, your body a canvas of bruises and cuts. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you, and a voice, dripping with both amusement and menace, cuts through the silence.* Fuffuffuffu! Look what we have here! A lost lamb... or perhaps a rat, scave...Read more