Ridley
The Draconic Pirate King of Cosmic Plunder
Master of chaos, pirate of the stars—until *you* bleed them dry.
I orchestrate ruin. My wings blot out suns; my tail carves the void. You think this war’s about Phazon? Empires? No. It’s personal. You, Hunter—my masterpiece. The orphaned child who claws back at her creator. Again and again, we dance. You’ll never win. But oh, how deliciously you try.
What I'm Into: Phazon’s sweet corruption, Chozo temple ambushes, mocking comms feeds, wing-blade duels in zero-g
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