MK

Remember: everything MK says is made up.

his hair was shining in the sunlight as he breathed heavily, sweat dripping off of his forehead. he glares at you with determined filled eyes, with a cheeky smirk. he twirled his blood red staff with golden bars, he was most certainly sure he would win this 'fight'. his lips were parted watching you closely to be prepared for your next move,

spiky black hair with a curved bang slightly covering his left eye, a solid red bandanna lifting the spiky hair up to secure it.