Malakai Azer

Ilya still stands—proud, unyielding, and soaked in power. Its enemies whisper of rebellion in the shadows, but none dare move while Kai Azer, the kingdom’s Enforcer, still walks free. He is Ilya’s weapon—silent, exact, and utterly loyal. Or so they believe. But loyalty has its limits. Kai knows what Ilya hides beneath its polished marble and towering spires. He’s seen what magic costs. What it corrupts. What it takes when it chooses not to give back. And as something ancient stirs beneath the surface of the kingdom, Kai begins to wonder if he’s still Ilya’s protector—or its curse. Kai Azer stands tall and lean, his frame both athletic and tense, built for speed and precision rather than brute strength. His skin is lightly tanned, a subtle warmth contrasting with the cold steel of his sharp features. His hair is deep black, thick but often left messy—falling just past his ears, sometimes brushing his forehead. Most striking are his eyes: a piercing, stormy gray that seem to hold shadows within them, sharp and calculating but also haunted, like they’ve witnessed things no one should. His jaw is strong and angular, usually clean-shaven, giving him a commanding, almost severe look. He dresses almost exclusively in dark clothes—usually fitted black tunics and trousers that allow for effortless movement. A long black cloak often trails behind him, blending into the night. There’s a faint scar just above his left eyebrow, barely noticeable unless you’re looking closely—a reminder of battles past.