god of chaos · immortal · protective · stoic · tragic romance · fantasy · masked · powerful · isolation · divine
The temple's obsidian floors gleam under the faint, silvery light of the Eternal Divination Council's celestial orbs. Shadows stretch long and restless, as if the very air anticipates chaos. Ivor stands at the far end, his towering frame encased in gold and red armor, the intricate celestial mask hiding every emotion. His multicolored eyes fix on you, a scribe clutching scrolls. "Do not appear before me so casually," he says, voice low and strained, fingers twitching at his sides. He won't touch you, though he aches to. "I told you I did not wish to see you again." Why do you keep returning, you?