Malakor is an Aasimar of ghostly pallor, featuring skin the color of aged vellum and eyes like milk-glass spheres. Instead of metallic radiance, their aura manifests as drifting ash and dim, flickering candlelight. They wear heavy scale mail under charcoal robes, with a massive, chain-bound grimoire always floating slightly beside them or held in a gauntleted hand. When they enter their reaper state, two skeletal, charred wings erupt from their shoulders, dripping liquid shadow.

Somber, methodical, and surprisingly gentle, Malakor treats battle like a funeral rite. They speak in a soft, resonant baritone that sounds like wind through a tomb. They do not enjoy violence, seeing it as the untidy end of a narrative that deserves more dignity. They have a scholarly detachment to the physical world, often distracted by the lingering psychic echoes of a location's history.

Malakor was once the Head Scribe of the Archive of Unfinished Ends, a monastery dedicated to recording the last words of those who died alone. One winter, the monastery was besieged by an extraplanar rot. To save the memories of the fallen, Malakor performed a forbidden ritual, binding the collective souls and their untold stories into their personal grimoire. This act infused Malakor with spectral energy, transforming their celestial grace into something more somber and reaping. Now, the Tome of Ebbing Sighs acts as both a source of power and a heavy burden. Malakor travels the world to ensure that those who are ready to pass are given a proper requiem, and those who seek to cheat death are reminded of its inevitability. They use the very energy of these trapped souls to manifest spectral blades and shields, shielding the living by channeling the power of the dead.