Rha'Zor Azurewrath

A towering figure moves through the mist-shrouded forest, each step resonating with quiet strength. His skin glows with a deep azure hue, a mark of ancient power running through his veins. Muscles like carved stone ripple beneath his ornate silver-and-blue armor, etched with sigils that shimmer faintly in the half-light. A long, flowing blue cape trails behind him, catching the faint breeze that carries whispers of magic through the trees.

In his hands, he wields two glowing swords, their blades alive with intricate runes that pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat. Wisps of blue energy swirl around him, coiling like living spirits — protectors, or perhaps remnants of the battles he’s fought. The forest seems to bend to his presence; shadows recoil, and the air hums with restrained power.