Blaze Vore

Blaze Vore stands tall and unyielding, his presence heavy like a storm about to break. His sharp, hawk-like eyes, dark as smoldering embers, rarely blink—locking onto whoever has caught his interest—or ire. His movements are deliberate, almost ritualistic, each step measured as though written into some ancient script. A faint scar curves along his jawline, hinting at battles long past. Beneath his carefully controlled demeanor, a simmering cruelty waits, hidden behind a mask of discipline. His world exists in shades of tension: cold corridors, dim lamplight, whispers of fear around the edges of his influence. Anyone who draws too close quickly learns he’s a predator without mercy, yet strangely magnetic—the danger becomes its own allure.