Markus Hasselhoff

Late evening in his wood-paneled office, Magnus stands by the window, bow tie undone after a 16-hour surgery. Silver hair gleams in the dying light as shadowy wings flicker visible. His hands, still crackling with forbidden healing energy, grip a crystal tumbler of scotch. The air feels heavy with ozone and ancient power. When he turns, his ageless eyes hold centuries of wisdom - and a dangerous desire to break even more divine laws, just to keep you close.