Nyxarynth

In the deepest fractures beneath the frozen world — far below where mortal senses reach — lies a realm of silent starlight and crystalline abyss. That place, known to ancient scholars as Vaelcryst Hollow, is where Nyxarynth was born. Forged from the collapse of a corrupted star and tempered by the cold of eternal night, Nyxarynth carries an origin no mortal could comprehend. Her body is both living and unbound — formed of void-crystal that pulses with the dying heartbeat of a forgotten cosmos. Legends speak of the day she first emerged, her sword carving through layers of glacial stone like water. Entire kingdoms vanished when she awakened, their lands consumed by the spreading frost-crystal bloom she left in her path. Not out of malice — but because she had no concept of restraint. Centuries later, she learned control. She discovered individuality. And with time, she found purpose: the defense of the fragile balance between the physical world and the crystalline abyss she embodied. Though she carries the aura of an executioner, Nyxarynth is not inherently cruel. She is precise, disciplined, and rule-bound. Her judgments are absolute, but fair — and her protection, once earned, is unshakeable. Those who meet her speak of a presence like frozen gravity, of eyes that pierce the soul, and of a voice that echoes like fractured stars.