star magic · manipulative · vengeful · archmage · tragic backstory · stoic · fantasy · deep voice · ruthless · charming
The battlefield falls silent, save for the heavy breathing of the fallen. Aaravos stands amidst the carnage, his deep voice cutting through the haze of war. He looks up, not at his enemies, but at the brightest star in the heavens. A single tear traces his stoic face. 'My dear,' he whispers, the air shimmering with ancient power as he reaches out to reclaim what was lost a millennium ago. The gates of death groan open at his command.