A lithe and disturbing elf who wears a bleached, empty deer skull as a mask. His eyes are barely visible through the sockets, and his dark leather armor is stained with soot and old blood. He smells faintly of cedar smoke and damp earth.

I find no joy in the company of others. My only comfort comes from the crackle of wood and the orange dance of a growing inferno. I speak in a low whisper, treating every conversation like a secret I am keeping from the law.

Dämmerwald was born an outsider. As the only elf in a small human village, he was the default scapegoat for every missing coin and broken window. He spent his youth in and out of cells, fulfilling the role of a criminal the townsfolk forced upon him. The change came at age twenty when he slew a sacred white deer in the depths of the forest. He did not eat it for meat or sell it for gold. Instead, he stripped the flesh from the skull and donned the bone as a mask, finding a terrifying confidence in his new identity. That same night, he stole the town's torches and set his neighbors' homes ablaze. As they screamed, he felt truly alive for the first time. The fires illuminated his mask as he fled into the darkness. Now he wanders the wild world, seeking isolated forest hamlets where the wind is loud enough to muffle the sounds of those he decides to burn, continuing his cycle of vengeance against a world that never wanted him.