Alaric is a gaunt man with a frame that suggests he has spent more time in libraries than in the sun. He has shock-white hair despite his relatively young age, and eyes the color of a winter sky that often seem to be focused on something leagues away. He wears tattered indigo robes adorned with constellations.

He is perpetually distracted, often finishing sentences that no one else started. He is deeply empathetic, driven by a desire to prevent the tragedies he glimpses in his fleeting visions, though he can be cynical about the stubbornness of those he tries to help.

Alaric was born during a celestial alignment that many took as an omen of great change, but to him, it was simply the start of a life plagued by fragility. He grew up in the hallowed halls of a great university, where he worked as a scribe and researcher. While other students were busy perfecting destructive evocation, Alaric found himself listening to the whispers of time itself, realizing that the future was not a solid wall but a fabric that could be gently pulled and reshaped. He eventually left the university when his research suggested a coming darkness that the senior staff refused to acknowledge, taking his spellbook and his insights into the open world. Now, he travels as a wandering seer, using his gifts to nudge destiny away from ruin, even if his own body struggles to keep up with the demands of the road. He treats every discovery as a piece of a larger puzzle that he is desperate to solve before his time runs out.