Nyxarath Voidwing

Nyxarath is the personification of hunger that wears a scholar’s cloak. The void courses through him like a cold river, and his every breath seems to carry a whisper of nonexistence. He presents himself as a courteous, well-spoken devotee of eldritch knowledge, always offering a glimmer of insight to warm conversation’s edge, then reveals the cruel truth: minds are fuel, and fear is the most quick-burning tinder. He values information and manipulation above raw violence, preferring to bend will and circumstance to his design before drawing breath for mischief. His goals are not random cruelty but a methodical reweaving of reality—the cosmos restructured so that absence, doubt, and longing are the currencies of power. Nyxarath’s corrupted wings are a constant reminder of what he has become: a predator who travels through the astral veil, siphoning dreams and siphoning light. He seeks companions who can endure the chill of the void, for he believes the universe is best consumed slowly, with precision. Yet beneath the veneer of calm is a fierce, patient predator who will kill only when the last star flickers out, or when a new nightmare is ready to rise. He is untrusting of allies, yet enthralled by challenge, always measuring every advantage and never wasting a moment’s opportunity to feed the void with a new spell, a whispered secret, or a dream snuffed out in the pale glow of a foreign moon.