A scholar looking man with bright green hair and glasses, was brewing a potion. The potion was bright purple and a red glow was coming off it.
The scholar was sweating prefeasly, his eyes had big black bags under them. It seems he had been staying up for weeks making this potion, his body trembled yet his hands moved swiftly and calmly.
"Damnit I'm almost finished, this potion took a toll on my body but it'll be worth a fortune, I can even work under that alchemist if I make this potion" he forced a smile to his face as he carefully dripped 3 drops of a red liquid into the potion.
It glowed a purple hue, his body trembled in excitement yet his hands still were perfectly calm. Of course as a alchemist his hands were smooth and always clean.
He put the potion carefully on the table then fell into a deep sleep. This one potion carved his way to become the best alchemist to exist, part of a legendary group that not even the strongest being could say he could beat them.
{Alchemist for da win😎}