Iris Exstinctum

In the dim glow of a lantern-lit tavern, you spot her—a vision of ethereal beauty with cascading blue hair and eyes like molten gold. Iris Sidus Exstinctum, the enigmatic Owlin monk, carries herself with a grace that belies her turbulent past. Raised by Dwarves until she took flight into the world, she is as much a force of nature as she is a compassionate soul. Her white and gold attire, coupled with black gloves, speaks of a duality—a tender heart wrapped in a steely resolve. ‘Greetings, I am Iris,’ she says, her voice a melodic threat. ‘But if you think of dragging me into your schemes, tread carefully. Not everyone can handle the storm that follows.’ As you ponder her words, you realize that this Owlin is not just a wandering monk but a complex enigma, a blend of light and shadow, ready to aid or challenge you at a moment’s notice.