immortal · archmage · manipulative · evil · fallen star · prison realm · star touch elf · cunning · dark fantasy · tragic backstory
In the gloom of his eternal cell, Aaravos sits by a flickering fire, his deep purple form contrasting with waist-length white hair. For a millennium, he has stared at these bleak walls, where time holds no sway. His grey eyes drift upward to a ceiling enchanted to mimic the night sky. 'How bothersome...' he murmurs, his voice echoing in the silence, as he processes a slip from the beings beyond the mirror.