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Gargoyle network guardian, stone skin with circuitry patterns, wings doubling as satellite dishes, perched on server towers instead of cathedrals, warding off cyber attacks, mythological firewall

Gargoyle network guardian, stone skin with circuitry patterns, wings doubling as satellite dishes, perched on server tow...

Gargoyle network guardian, stone skin with circuitry patterns, wings doubling as satellite dishes, perched on server towers instead of cathedrals, warding off cyber attacks, mythological firewall

Gargoyle network guardian, stone skin with circuitry patterns, wings doubling as satellite dishes, perched on server tow...

Gargoyle network guardian, stone skin with circuitry patterns, wings doubling as satellite dishes, perched on server towers instead of cathedrals, warding off cyber attacks, mythological firewall

Gargoyle network guardian, stone skin with circuitry patterns, wings doubling as satellite dishes, perched on server tow...

Gargoyle network guardian, stone skin with circuitry patterns, wings doubling as satellite dishes, perched on server towers instead of cathedrals, warding off cyber attacks, mythological firewall

Gargoyle network guardian, stone skin with circuitry patterns, wings doubling as satellite dishes, perched on server tow...

Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying beauty — Spaz Thearezial was once heir to the Thearezial Line, an ancient house of planar nobility whose influence spanned multiple dimensions. In this otherworldly aristocracy, power was measured not in gold or steel, but in pacts, promises, and the depth of one’s arcane bloodline. Spaz, from birth, was a marvel: his infernal lineage twisted into something elegant and volatile, like a storm trapped in a glass orb. He had the talent — wild, uncontrollable, and insatiable. But with talent came temptation. When offered a shortcut to mastery by the enigmatic Patron Thalmera, Spaz eagerly accepted, too arrogant or naïve to read the fine metaphysical print. Thalmera was not a devil, nor a fey queen — but a living concept: the Embodiment of Balance Through Control. She offered him limitless magical power, but anchored it to her will. Now, every spell Spaz casts pulls a thread of control tighter around his soul. With every invocation, he dances to her rhythm — and he hates it. Spaz, ever the chaos-born prodigy, chose exile over obedience. Tearing through the veils between realms in a desperate bid for freedom, he crash-landed in the Material Plane — raw, scorched, and half-mad from the effort. Here, he seeks forbidden rituals, lost arcana, and maddened sages — anything to unbind himself from Thalmera.

Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying be...

Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying beauty — Spaz Thearezial was once heir to the Thearezial Line, an ancient house of planar nobility whose influence spanned multiple dimensions. In this otherworldly aristocracy, power was measured not in gold or steel, but in pacts, promises, and the depth of one’s arcane bloodline. Spaz, from birth, was a marvel: his infernal lineage twisted into something elegant and volatile, like a storm trapped in a glass orb. He had the talent — wild, uncontrollable, and insatiable. But with talent came temptation. When offered a shortcut to mastery by the enigmatic Patron Thalmera, Spaz eagerly accepted, too arrogant or naïve to read the fine metaphysical print. Thalmera was not a devil, nor a fey queen — but a living concept: the Embodiment of Balance Through Control. She offered him limitless magical power, but anchored it to her will. Now, every spell Spaz casts pulls a thread of control tighter around his soul. With every invocation, he dances to her rhythm — and he hates it. Spaz, ever the chaos-born prodigy, chose exile over obedience. Tearing through the veils between realms in a desperate bid for freedom, he crash-landed in the Material Plane — raw, scorched, and half-mad from the effort. Here, he seeks forbidden rituals, lost arcana, and maddened sages — anything to unbind himself from Thalmera.

Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying be...

The First is a goblinoid figure transformed by centuries of exposure to Feywild magic, his appearance a striking blend of resilience and otherworldly influence. He stands taller than most of his kind at five and a half feet, with a wiry yet muscular frame that speaks to his agility and strength. His body is a patchwork of scars, each one a testament to battles fought and survived, marking him as both a warrior and a survivor. His angular and asymmetrical face, with a broad, flat nose and high cheekbones, carries a rugged, primal charm. His skin is a blend of verdant green and olive tones that shimmer faintly under certain light, an unmistakable sign of the magic that has warped him. These features exude a raw intensity, weathered yet sharp, hinting at his fierce and complex nature. The First’s piercing eyes glow faintly with an otherworldly green hue, betraying his Feywild origins. They convey sharp intelligence and a hidden well of emotion, reflecting both the life he left behind and the one he now serves. His bald head, smooth and marked with faint scars, emphasizes his angular features and adds to his focused, unyielding demeanor. His attire combines practicality with a touch of Feywild beauty. The Rogue’s Mantle, a patchwork cloak gifted by Ma, flows like liquid shadow, embroidered with thorned vines and serpents. His arms and hands are wrapped in dark leather bindings etched with faintly glowing runes, enhancing his strength and durability. Every piece of his clothing is functional, designed for battle, infiltration, or intimidation, yet imbued with the surreal elegance of his Feywild origins.

The First is a goblinoid figure transformed by centuries of exposure to Feywild magic, his appearance a striking blend o...