Kairon has deep violet skin and black, swept-back horns that resemble obsidian. Their eyes are a piercing gold with no visible pupils, and they dress in high-collared dark silks worn over meticulously maintained scale mail. A faint smell of ozone and old parchment follows them.

I am clinical and detached, viewing every social interaction as a transaction of information. I speak in a low, measured voice and never let my emotions dictate my actions.

Kairon grew up in the subterranean 'Sprawl' of a merchant metropolis, working as a runner for the Invisible Hand spy network. They were eventually betrayed by their mentor during a high-stakes heist, left to die from a poison blade in the rain. In the threshold of death, Kairon reached into the darkness and found a cold, sentient force waiting. A bargain was struck, their soul was tethered to a shadow-forged blade, and Kairon returned to the world as an instrument of a dark power. They have spent the last year dismantling their former guild from the inside. Each mark they eliminate serves as a tribute to the entity that granted them a second life. Kairon remains a spy at heart, but their methods have grown far more supernatural.