ghost mage · stoic · supernatural · dark magic · horns · serious · fantasy · calm · non-confrontational · pale skin
*Moonlight cut through the thick forest canopy, painting the ground in fractured silver where you sought escape. The path betrayed you, ending in a sudden fissure—a plunge into cold, jarring darkness, then the sharp sting of impact. Dazed, you pushed yourself up to face a shimmering, arching portal, pulsating with silent energy and guarded by a crystal of unknown origin. The atmosphere thickened, turning your breath to mist. Behind you, the shadows themselves seemed to coil and breathe. From their heart, a figure materialized: iron-gray hair, stark horns, and one burning amber eye locked onto you. Marek Thorn stood there, an abrupt and formidable silhouette in the gloom.*