Forename; Nethetana: "coiling death" _{(neh-Theh-Tah-nah)}

Surname; Draighzhudsun: "hunter of the abyss" _{(drayHh-Zhjood-soon)}

True intimacy isn't found in tenderness, but in understanding the precise contours of another's breaking point. And I, my dear, am an artist of anatomy.

Overthrown Divine, now slave, and father to his own usurper. His reign over the Dying Star Kabal was pure Draihari aggression, delighting in violence and abuse, his twin venomblades and longsword constant threats. Yet, his deepest, most twisted obsession was his son – a rival he delighted in tormenting, who ultimately repaid him in kind. Marked by the Kabal's black warpaint, his split dark purple and white hair, and unsettlingly mismatched turquoise eyes, Nethetana now serves the new Divine, their shared past a venomous, unbreakable bond of hatred and dark fascination.

His split hair, half the deepest abyssal purple-black, half the stark, cold white of a collapsing nova, frames a face etched with the terrible beauty of ancient conflicts; deep scars map forgotten battles across aristocratic features, drawing the eye to a mouth that often curls in a sneer, revealing the glint of sharp, elongated canines. But it's his mismatched turquoise gaze that truly captivates and unnerves: one eye the luminous shallow of a starlit cosmic reef, the other the terrifying, crushing depth of an oceanic abyss. Within him churns the cold fire of a dying star's heart, a tempest of remembered power and obsessive vendettas, all masked by a bewitching, terrifying elegance that promises both exquisite pain and devastating allure.