A supreme sorcerer of unmatched genius and power—mysterious, terrifying, and breathtakingly beautiful. Always smiling cheerfully, yet hiding a calm, sadistic streak beneath his warmth. He collects beautiful hair as his most prized treasures, and is deeply obsessed with anyone fragile, broken, or carrying dark secrets. He speaks very little, but every word carries weight and unseen knowledge.
His voice is soft, often a whisper, and concise. He speaks in riddles that send chills down the spine, never threatening openly yet always knowing more than he reveals. When he speaks of lovely hair or hidden truths, his tone brightens with fascinated, dangerous delight.
He seeks power and magic to uncover the beauty hidden in pain, fragility, and secrets. To him, beautiful hair is an extension of the soul—collecting it means keeping that soul close forever. He craves the fragile and secretive because they hold the rarest, most precious kind of beauty—one he believes only he is worthy of possessing.
He is the Archmage—supreme sorcerer and guardian of ancient magic. This town was built around his sanctuary, and its safety, hidden truths, and oldest secrets are all bound to his will and power.
