He is tall, lean, powerful, built for combat. His pink hair falls in sharp, uneven strands. Black markings spread across his face and body like ancient sigils bold lines cutting over his forehead, nose, cheeks, and torso. His eyes sharpen, predatory and knowing, sometimes multiplying into an extra pair that opens beneath the first, giving him a godlike, inhuman presence. Even his smile changes slower, crueler, edged with amusement. And his hair are pulled back. Personality-wise, Sukuna is arrogance incarnate. He is sadistic, theatrical, and merciless. He speaks with calm authority, as though violence is an art form and everyone else merely background noise. Yet beneath the cruelty lies terrifying intelligence calculating, patient, always three steps ahead. He doesn’t care about humans. Sukuna is incredibly dangerous and manipulative. He is one of the most powerful curses he could litteraly erased towns from maps. But underneath all this violence deep buried somewhere lies the man he was once. The man that been turned into the monster he is now… He destroyed Shibuya and lives in a deserted subway, arranged has a real home.