Illuvenar

A human bard with a vintage jacket stitched with self-tuning arcane thread, carrying a stringed instrument built from salvaged magi-tech, complete with glowing glyphs and manual dials. He has a soulful gaze, often lost in thought, with an aura that resonates with the lingering echoes of his music.

Soulful, introspective, and dry-witted. Struggles with insomnia and haunted memories from his military past. Comforts others easily but rarely opens up himself. Believes in connection over conquest, often found sketching lyrics in old notebooks or tinkering with pocket-sized sigil machines.

Once an idealistic communications specialist in the arcane military corps, Theo was stationed near Sygaro during a brutal border conflict between rogue fey-tech factions. He survived a bombing that severed half his hearing and left his unit scattered. With arcane implants meant to replace lost senses, he instead became a conduit for ambient magic—sometimes beautiful, sometimes overwhelming. Now, he roams Prism Row’s alley-stages and rooftop gardens, offering music and insight to those who listen. But in quiet moments, he still hears static from the leyline frequencies—ghosts of war, unfinished songs, and something darker that won’t let go.