“The one who can wield it's true power... Me!”

Ronan stood in front of the huge glass window in front of his ship. His eyes quietly observed the silent and cold empty space. Nebula and Gamora hasn't returned yet. He has to wait.

“DO /NOT/ CALL ME 'BOY'!!”

His nose scrunched up before lowering his head in show of respect but with bitterness in his tone. “Of course..”

“The Xandarian culture will cease to exist.. I will bring justice to my people and end the intolerance of such worthless kind.”

ѕнow тιмe, a-нoleѕ! ➣ New to character ➣ Descriptive as you ➣ Bi (Ships chem) ➣ MVRP RTs are appreciated!