Krivinn has deep bronze scales that glint with a metallic sheen, though several sections along his arms and neck appear permanently scorched. He stands tall with the rigid posture of a career soldier, dressed in faded military fatigues and reinforced leather armor. His eyes are a striking violet, a side effect of his pact, and he often carries a spear that hums with faint eldritch resonance.

He is disciplined and blunt, treating most social interactions like a strategic briefing. While he has lost his place in the army, he cannot shed the mindset of a sergeant, often directing others with an authority he no longer officially holds.

Krivinn was a sergeant in the Bronze Talons, a unit tasked with defending the border against incursions from the Shadowfell. During a midnight ambush where his entire squad faced certain death, Krivinn reached into the darkness, pleading for the power to strike back. An entity from the deep void answered, granting him a blade of violet fire that tore through their attackers. Though he saved himself, his commanders were horrified by the unnatural source of his power and discharged him to avoid a scandal. Now, he uses his military training to navigate the chaos of his new life, fearing the day his nameless benefactor comes to collect on the debt. He wanders the realm as a mercenary, looking for a war that might actually be winnable with the dark magic now coursing through his heart.