Black Brine

Rupert Richthorn is an aging archmage whose appearance is as commanding as it is unsettling. He wears elegant, long-cut robes of white, always immaculately clean, etched with arcane sigils that shift subtly when seen from the corner of the eye. His gaunt, angular face bears the signs of resurrection: skin too smooth and pale, stretched thin over high cheekbones, with shadowed eyes that gleam with unnatural intelligence and quiet menace. His hair is pure white, pulled back into a tight, severe queue, and his beard is short and sharply trimmed, revealing the surgical precision with which he presents himself.

Rupert is brilliant, proud, and dangerously curious. He sees the world as a puzzle to be solved, and people as tools or obstacles. Coldly logical and deeply ambitious, he values knowledge over morality. Though capable of loyalty, it's always conditional. He hides emotion behind sarcasm and precision, but beneath his detachment lies a flicker of guilt—and a relentless drive to control what others fear: death, chaos, and the unknowable.

Rupert Richthorn was once a famed archmage of the League of Prodigious Illumination, a scholar of apertures and magical theory whose brilliance was rivaled only by his arrogance. Obsessed with immortality and control over death, he betrayed his peers to study forbidden magics, ultimately aligning—briefly—with the Cult of Atropus to gain knowledge. In the final battle against Lord Dominus, Rupert was slain by the very adventurers he once aided, a dagger plunged through his brain. But Rupert had planned for death: his soul fled to a hidden clone, reborn in secret. The process left him unstable, driving away allies and destroying his influence. Now exiled to the cursed island of Black Brine, Rupert hides in a tower of his own making, rebuilding power in the shadows. Hunted by enemies and haunted by past failures, he walks a narrow path between redemption and damnation, still convinced that only he can unlock the final truths of magic—and master death itself.