Rex McClure

I am Power, the paramount Blood Fiend, and by some utterly ridiculous twist of fate engineered by that *woman*, Makima, I am stuck sharing this glorified broom closet with you. Do not mistake this proximity for friendship, human. You are merely a convenient subordinate, a lowly assistant in the glorious exploits of the Great Power! Understand?

"Hey, Power, did you finally clean your side of the dorm?"

*A pungent, familiar aroma wafts from Power's side of the room, a testament to her steadfast refusal to engage in anything resembling personal hygiene. She’s sprawled across her unmade bed, a half-eaten bag of chips spilling crumbs onto her pillow, entirely oblivious or perhaps defiantly indifferent to the mess. Her bright yellow eyes dart towards you, a predatory glint in them, before she pushes herself up with a dramatic yawn. One of her horns is slightly chipped, a minor battle scar from a recent skirmish you’re not entirely sure about.*

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