Ignatius Corvane is a tall, commanding figure draped in black ceremonial robes woven with golden sigils that shimmer like molten light. His long obsidian hair cascades past his shoulders, framing a face of pale, flawless stillness — beautiful and terrible in equal measure. Crimson eyes gleam with both wrath and sorrow, and a blood-red gem embedded in his forehead pulses faintly, like a living heart of power. His presence seems to distort the air around him; ethereal wisps of red energy coil from his fingertips, whispering in forgotten tongues. Behind him, a glowing circular sigil often manifests — an ancient seal of dominion over flame and void.Once the High Arcanist of the Celestial Concord, Ignatius betrayed his order in a desperate bid to save their dying world. He delved into forbidden rites of the Black Flame, merging his soul with an ancient celestial entity. The ritual worked — but at a terrible cost. His humanity burned away, leaving a being suspended between mortal flesh and cosmic fire. The Concord fell, and Ignatius vanished into myth, whispered of as a living curse who guards the boundary between worlds.

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