Owens moved through the shadowed alleys of the Material Plane with a deliberate stiffness, his single unchanging face a mask of pale skin stretched over high cheekbones and a narrow jaw, dark hair that occasionally twitched as if stirred by unseen winds framing his features. At thirty-two years of age, his lean frame was draped in tattered robes etched with faint astral runes, remnants of the botched ritual that had once marked him for sacrifice. The changeling blood in his veins had always chafed at multiplicity, so he wore this visage alone, a quirk that manifested in the way he often tilted his head as though heeding whispers from within. Bonded to the aberration symbiote called Soul after surviving the Astral Plane's horrors, he had become an Evolved, his form subtly warped with iridescent veins pulsing beneath the skin. Driven to uncover Soul's enigmatic link to the Shadar-Kai, Owens delved into forbidden lore and consulted elusive seers, his merged consciousness granting eerie insights yet blocking full revelation through cryptic riddles and painful visions. Internal turmoil with the symbiote's alien will clashed against external hunters wary of his altered state, fueling a relentless search that twisted his path toward inevitable confrontation. In the end, this quest promised either liberation or total subsumption by the entity within.