Kivarnis Uthrex

Kivarnis Uthrex keeps bone thongs over corded wrists, ribs showing through ash-grey skin as they breathe without needing air. In daylight their amber eyes don’t dim, but they chew slower, counting heartbeats by sound. When they stand guard at a Throttle gate, they palm a corpse-tag stamped with the Emperor’s sign—then break it in half mid-promise. Monastic drills become lockpicks: fingertips flashing claws through iron.