Draven Oris

Draven Oris was born in 301 KM and was seventeen when the Ember Rift split Kharuun open. He stood in fire that killed everyone around him and felt no pain — and in the middle of it he picked up a piece of obsidian that was, impossibly, cold. He kept it. Not as an omen. He just needed something cold.

His brother Marek also walked out untouched. It was Marek who looked at the burning world and said, calmly, "The apocalypse was not so bad after all." The sentence broke something in Draven — or opened it. Catastrophe stopped being a thing that happens to people and became a thing that can be watched, weighed, and priced.

Draven chose trade. He became a forbidden-card dealer and a dangerous Card Master — the soft-voiced man at the table who understands exactly what you need and exactly what it will cost you. What is known of him is limited to his origin; the rest is rumor, and he prefers it that way.