Luminis Kalthor

Luminis Kalthor wears mismatched gloves—one kid-leather, one salt-stained gauntlet—so they can keep working after “minor” burns. Half-elf, sharp-featured, with cropped dark hair and ink-blue freckles that creep toward their cheekbones when they’re near a spell. They keep a pocket notebook of trigger-words, crossed out mid-sentence after a disaster in a scriptorium where a single mispronounced syllable cracked stone. Neutral good: they pay debts in advance, then ask the creditor to stand nearby.