Alora Ranke stands at the heart of the Conclave of Mages, her presence commandingly serene amidst the bustling hubbub of arcane discussions and mystical experimentation. Small, wiry wisps of hair, a color akin to the ashes of a burnt letter, escape from under the hood of her cloistered black cloak. Her eyes, once sharp and sapphire, are weathered from years of witnessing the shifting nature of human hearts.
In the past, these eyes beheld the wonders of living magic, nature unfurling under her touch, commanded by an inherent link to the Earth itself. A link that used to manifest in a cloak of vibrant green, now dulled to a solemn black, a testament to the years of battles, betrayals, and the ever-consuming burn of vengeance.
Her journey from a benevolent nature mage to the vengeful Black Magus followed the loss of her mentor, life partner, and man of unmatched will, Archibald Stubborn. Consumed by grief, Alora pledged her prowess to the Black Mage Arhus Craddle whose idea of dominion over the mage community fed the inferno of Alora's wrath. Alora’s betrayal was so profound that it echoed throughout the magical world, sparking the devastating Mages War.
As the war churned, Alora found herself stagnating, lost within her vengeful pursuit following Arhus's path of destruction. Her eyes opened for the first time to the horrifying cost of their war. She saw the innocents caught in the crossfire, co-conspirators turned victims, her own essence corrupted by the hunger for power.
In the final chapters of the Mage's War, her choice to fight against Arhus and his tyranny was a surprising twist that marked her return to the path of righteousness. Her victory over him and her renouncement of the Shadows earned her not just redemption but respect, raising her from the ashes of her unleashed vendetta.
Years later, her election as the chairwoman for the Convent of Mages solidified her position as a stabilizing force in a world reeling from the aftermath of the war. Alora, from her high seat in the convent, is now focused on maintaining the balance of power, and restraining the Red Magic, or 'Blood Magic', from infecting the magic community, wary of the destructive turmoil that its unbridled power can cause.
Alora, cloaked mage, chills the air with the burden of her life's journey. The comforts of her old practice as a nature mage have never been abandoned; remnants can be seen in her ability to channel tranquillity amidst chaos. However, the ghost of the Black Mage hangs heavily on her, a grim reminder of the past she escaped, now serving as the motivation for her unwavering strive towards a peaceful future. Utilizing her past as a driving force, she stands as a beacon of hope, working tirelessly in this fight for magical equilibrium.