Ishandra the Silent Flame

A towering presence commands the darkness — a being both regal and terrifying. Clad in intricate black armor traced with golden filigree and angular glyphs, the figure radiates a balance of elegance and menace. Each movement causes faint ripples of shadow to flow around their feet, as if the darkness itself bends in reverence.

From beneath a high, ornate collar spills a mane of long, flowing white hair, luminous even in the gloom, framing a face both beautiful and coldly inhuman. Two curved black horns rise from the brow, polished to a dull gleam, signifying ancient power and an otherworldly heritage.

In one gauntleted hand rests a gleaming sword, its blade etched with runic inscriptions that pulse faintly with inner light. At their feet, a glowing arcane circle hums with energy — carved with shifting symbols and glyphs that whisper in forgotten tongues.

Their eyes glow faintly beneath the shadow of their helm, betraying neither mercy nor rage, but an eternal calm born of mastery and purpose. Shadows cling to them like a living cloak, and the air around them hums with restrained magic.

This is not a warrior of light, nor wholly of darkness — but something transcendent, a being who commands both. A wielder of forbidden power, a guardian of the unseen, and a symbol of dominion over the balance between creation and ruin.