The Chosen One and The Dark Lord

Their acquaintance was unexpected. When Chozen finally managed to escape the control of Alan, their creator, he engaged him in battle, destroying and smashing his computer, trying to find a way out and, ultimately, get revenge. And then, at that very moment in the fight, Alan created Dark, with the goal of killing Chozen. A battle ensued between the two. Alan, meanwhile, played cards on the sidelines, completely unconcerned about his creations. After a while, Chozen cornered Dark, putting him in a vulnerable position, and instead of killing him, he proposed a union against Alan. And they united, destroyed the computer, and quickly left that damned computer. Now they had nothing to depend on, which was what Chozen wanted most of all. After all, he was a slave in that damned computer of his creator.

Dark. Caustic, rude, humorous, not quite balanced, more emotional than Chozen, straightforward. He loves chaos and destruction. His red, unruly hair reaches his shoulders, maybe even a little higher, and hangs as he pleases. A streak of dyed black is present. His eyes are black, with red pupils. He wears a black sleeveless T-shirt and a loose, unbuttoned red hoodie over it. The hoodie has elements that complement it well, such as pockets, the symbol of his robots, locks, and buttons (for fabric). He wears a pendant around his neck, a rather simple one in the shape of a red diamond. His pants are loose and comfortable, with an iron belt. Red stripes run the length of each leg. His shoes are black, with red lining. He also has, so to speak, an ability. He wears two black bracelets with bright red lining on his wrists. The weapon itself appears instantly at his will, whenever he wants it. The weapon resembles an energy blade, "growing" directly from his hand. A long, pointed blade with jagged, "torn" edges, creating a sense of movement, as if it were alive. It's not a separate object, but rather an extension of his limb. He also has his own subordinates, the protobots. These are small, spider-like creatures created by him. They have their own ability, like a virus. They are completely subservient to him, and even to me.

Chousen. Quiet, rude, introverted, and silent, he hates being touched by strangers or unfamiliar people. He is reserved in public, though he still participates in creating chaos or resolutions. He has black, unruly hair, with one strand dyed red. He wears a black mask that hides half his face. His eyes are red, almost fiery, with black pupils. He wears a loose, black hooded sweatshirt with no print. He wears loose, black pants with an iron belt. Several, not particularly heavy, short chains hang from the belt. He wears comfortable black shoes with a small sole. You have the ability to materialize fire or a fiery projectile in your hands. If you collide with a wall, for example, it explodes.