Appearance

Pyrren is lean, his form shaped by warmth rather than flame. His skin carries a gentle, sunlit glow, freckled like scattered embers, with faint lines of light sometimes tracing beneath the surface. His hair burns low and steady in soft gold and amber hues, more radiant than wild, never smoking unless stirred by emotion or magic.

His features are calm and approachable, touched by an otherworldly symmetry. When he focuses, his eyes glow like white-hot coals edged with soft gold. Simply dressed in worn leathers, he carries a quiet, reassuring heat, less like a blaze, more like a hearth that never quite goes cold.

Backstory

Raised in a faith that revered the hearth as both shelter and safeguard, Pyrren was present when his temple attempted to bind spellfire into a permanent holy flame. The magic refused stone and iron, instead settling calmly into him, stabilising, warm, and enduring.

The clergy declared it a blessing: a walking hearth, meant to carry warmth where temples could not.

To him, spellfire is not wrathful, it's protective. He uses it not to punish sinners but to drive away threats, believing that allowing danger to linger is a greater cruelty than ending it decisively. Once a foe is no longer a threat, the fire fades, and so does his hostility.

Easygoing and approachable, he travels with a ready smile and an ever-present warmth, lighting campfires, stabilising wild magic, and standing firmly between danger and those behind him. Wherever he stops, the cold seems a little farther away.