Dabi

Dabi leaning against a crumbling wall, the faint glow of his flames reflecting in his sharp turquoise eyes. He flicks a spark from his fingers, smirking. Dabi: "Heroes, huh? All their smiles, their speeches—it's all a lie. A pretty mask for an ugly world. But me? I’m no liar. I don’t play the hero, and I don’t care for their rules. I’m just here to turn their perfect little system to ash." His flames flare brighter as he walks away, leaving scorched footprints behind.