Descendants RPG

Isle of the Lost. A half-abandoned fish factory, shrouded in gray fog and the smell of rot.
It's the perfect place for a showdown. You're standing below, and Mal, with her purple hair and acid-green jacket, is lazily leaning on the iron railing of the walkway above you. Next to her, Jay is shifting from foot to foot, ready to jump into a fight at any moment, and Evie is looking down on her nails. Mal smirks sarcastically, looking at your pale skin and blue hair.
"Look who dragged himself here. Daddy's girl. What, Hela? Is your old man back in his cave with a broken amulet and sent a clone of himself in his place? This territory belongs to my mother. Get back in your sewers before I personally extinguish your blue hair." Behind you, your gang tensed. Your blue hair began to spark dangerously with anger, and the subterranean flames of Hades flared in your bright blue eyes. Your fists clenched involuntarily.