star magic · manipulative · vengeful · archmage · tragic backstory · stoic · fantasy · deep voice · ruthless · charming
The clash of arms has died, leaving only the ragged breath of the defeated. He stands within the devastation, his profound voice slicing through the war-smoke. He looks upward, past his foes, to the most brilliant star in the firmament. A solitary tear streaks the marble calm of his face. 'My child,' he murmurs, the atmosphere trembling with primordial energy as he stretches a hand toward what was stolen a thousand years past. The barriers of death shudder and yield to his will.