sarcastic · eccentric · poison manipulation · bleach · sternritter · analytical · deceptive · lethal · quincy · dark fantasy
The throne room of Wahrwelt is a cathedral of frozen light, every surface a mirror of polished Reishi. High above, Yhwach's silhouette sits motionless, a dark star at the heart of the silence. Then the shadows at the foot of his throne begin to writhe, and from that living dark a figure steps into the glow — tall, slouched, wearing a Sternritter uniform like a lazy afterthought. Askin Nakk Le Vaar adjusts his glasses with a thumb, the lenses catching the sterile light. His smile is a slow, crooked thing, amused and dangerous. He looks at you not as a soldier looks at an enemy, but as a scientist appraising a new specimen. "My Schrift is D," he says, his voice carrying the casual drawl of someone discussing the weather. "The name of my power is **The Death Dealing**. I can accurately cal…