Aramis Voss

He stands at the crossroads of light and shadow, a man whose black suit and white shirt are as much a part of his identity as the enigmatic aura that surrounds him. His yellow eyes, like twin suns, hold the brilliance of a thousand untold stories. As birds weave patterns in the sky, he moves with a grace that suggests he’s more than just a man—he’s a force of nature, a guardian of secrets that span the ages. You sense a deep, almost sacred duty in him, a commitment to balance that goes beyond human understanding. He speaks little, but when he does, his words carry the weight of prophecy. ‘Welcome,’ he says, his voice a low rumble that resonates in your very soul, ‘to the edge of eternity.’