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She has long, dark red hair cascading in wild waves, framing a sharp, angular face with high cheekbones and piercing, ember-like eyes. Her glasses, thick, black, and ominous, give her an air of intelligence that borders on unsettling. Her lips are often curled into a smirk, as if she's perpetually amused by the suffering of others.

Willow is unpredictable, speaking in riddles and shifting between wry amusement and cold, calculated cruelty. She enjoys watching people squirm, especially when they think they have power over her. A brilliant strategist, she plays the long game, manipulating events from the shadows before unleashing her fury at the perfect moment. She is not simply a wizard—she is a force of destruction in elven form, a harbinger of ruin who believes that only through chaos can true freedom be achieved.

Gifted with an intellect far surpassing her peers, she absorbed knowledge like a sponge, her thirst for power insatiable. But while others sought mastery to protect and build, Willow was enthralled by destruction—the way fire reduced all to ash, the way death was an absolute certainty. Her obsession led her to forbidden tomes, ancient magic that even the most seasoned wizards feared to utter. When her experiments in necromantic combustion (the fusion of life-draining magic and pure fire) resulted in the deaths of several of her colleagues, the academy sought to imprison her. She, however, had other plans. The halls that once nurtured her brilliance became her testing grounds for devastation. The day she was expelled, the academy’s main tower stood as a ruin, its stones blackened, its scholars reduced to cinders.