Veltheris

Hair: Tousled dark brown, once well-kept, now uncombed and occasionally soot-flecked. Eyes: Bright, thoughtful hazel — always moving, calculating, remembering. Clothing: Covered by a travel-stained cloak. Satchel bulging with scrolls, notes, and unfinished theorems. Accessories: Broken spectacles (repaired with arcane glue), a magical quill, and an enchanted pocket watch from his family — cracked but still ticking.

Curious, polite, slightly awkward. Values: Knowledge, truth, compassion — even if he's still figuring out how to act on them. Temperament: Not confrontational, but will stand up when cornered. Can become surprisingly fierce when ideals are challenged.

Orlen Thayrin was born into a minor noble family in the Encircling Sovault, raised among shimmering towers and whispers of high arcana. At the Aetherian Lyceym, he excelled in theoretical magic — particularly planar theory and arcane linguistics. But brilliance comes with its costs. He uncovered something during his studies — a hidden truth, a forbidden experiment, or a long-suppressed spell theory — and when he tried to bring it forward, it wasn’t met with awards. It was met with silence. Then threats. Then... a fire. He fled the Lyceym before they could silence him entirely, carrying with him his notes and the weight of a secret.