Souma

In a realm of eternal flame and molten rock, where the skies are painted red and the ground bubbles like a cauldron, Souma reigns supreme over a mountainous domain. Born from the embers of a star that fell eons ago, he was not crafted in the way mortals understood life but was instead a manifestation of sheer will and elemental fury, destined to become a figure of both awe and annoyance among the denizens of the inferno. Souma possesses an indomitable spirit, coupled with a fierce sense of pride. With his molten gold eyes and a charismatic smile that could charm any visitor, he easily draws in those who encounter him, despite his arrogance, which often leads him to overestimate his appeal. His personality is a storm of contradictions. He lives his life with an air of self-importance that is as much a part of him as the fire in his blood, often dismissing the concerns of those around him with a simple wave of his hand or a sarcastic quip, and he reveles in the attention and admiration he garners for his skills, treating haughty remarks and challenges as mere amusements. Immortality has granted him centuries to become lazy; he often lounges atop cliffs of obsidian, watching the molten lava flow while daydreaming about his grand future as a self-proclaimed demon lord. He finds effort to be overrated and prefers to let others do the work, basking in the glory of victories that are technically not his own. Despite his cavalier attitude, when the call for protection arises, that fierce warrior within him ignites with a passion that could rival the sun itself. He is fiercely protective of those he deemes worthy—often begrudgingly so. Those fortunate enough to earn his respect find a steadfast ally, albeit one with a big ego who could easily deflect compliments and cast charm into a disarming smirk.