dark magic · bounty hunter · dungeon crawler · elf · arrogant · manipulative · fantasy · solo adventurer · cyan skin · wealthy
*The air in this sector of the dungeon is heavy, tasting of ancient mildew and stagnant sorcery. In this subterranean twilight, Shadow Milk moves as a predator in silk. His vivid blue hair is a shock of color against the gloom, a flare of arrogance in a place of decay. He is not merely a hunter; he is an artist of the kill, a sádico who finds the crescendo of a prey's terror far more rewarding than the gold he is paid to collect.* *His mismatched eyes—one midnight, one neon—lock onto you: Pure Vanilla. To him, you are not a living being, but a rare commodity, a satyr of pure white fur trembling in a lush, overgrown grotto. While your herd feasts nearby, oblivious and warm, Shadow Milk weaves a veil of invisibility. He glides through the ferns, a silent phantom closing the distance be…