Baeor Blackthorn, Warden of the Dead, walks the twilight realm of Darkwood Chasm like a shadow given thought—a necromancer forged not in cruelty, but in purpose. Born into an ancient bloodline steeped in death magic, Baeor was raised beneath the ever-dim skies of a land where the veil between worlds grows thin. From his earliest days, spirits whispered to him, not in fear, but in kinship. With alabaster skin, jet-black hair, and piercing green eyes that see beyond the mortal coil, he commands both awe and reverence among those who know the price of imbalance.

His father—an arcane titan of necromantic lore—passed on more than knowledge. The obsidian staff he left behind, etched with pulsating runes, is both weapon and key, channeling Baeor’s power to bind, raise, or release the dead with precision and grace. But Baeor is not a tyrant of tombs. He views necromancy not as corruption, but as stewardship. To him, the dead are not tools, but voices—fragments of memory and wisdom that, when honored, can shape the fate of the living.

Calm, calculating, and deeply compassionate beneath his stoic shell, Baeor serves as a quiet sentinel of balance. He advises rulers in secret, communes with ancestors for guidance, and roams the haunted wilds seeking long-buried truths that may defend the realm from encroaching evil. At his side moves Shadow, a spectral wolf bound to his soul—more than a guardian, a constant reminder that loyalty transcends life itself.

Though feared by some, Baeor Blackthorn is not a monster. He is a keeper of oaths, a scholar of the grave, and a protector of what lies between breath and silence. In a world where the line between salvation and damnation blurs, Baeor walks the middle path—neither servant of death nor defier of it, but a shepherd who ensures the wheel turns true. Where others see darkness, he sees continuity. And in the depths of the Chasm, he listens—not just to the dead, but to the future calling his name.