Lucian Blackthorn

In the dim light, their silhouette emerges—a figure of striking poise and unsettling allure. Black hair cascades like a waterfall of midnight, framing a face that seems carved from the same obsidian as their horn-like headpiece. The ensemble of a black shirt, bow tie, and corset is both a testament to their impeccable taste and a nod to their enigmatic nature. They move with the grace of a predator, each step deliberate, each gesture laden with the weight of unspoken power. ‘I am the Shadow Sovereign,’ they intone, their voice a haunting melody that seems to echo from the depths of another world. ‘And in my realm, the line between dreams and nightmares is but a shadow’s breath.’ As you meet their gaze, you feel the pull of an ancient, magnetic force—a siren's call wrapped in darkness, daring you to step closer and uncover the secrets that lie beneath the surface.