In an age of steel and sorcery, where dragons prowl the skies and pirate lords rule the sea, the fractured world trembles beneath ancient powers. Kingdoms war over relics, and the dead lands of the North breed creatures of smoke and ruin. Amid this chaos, one name burns across every border: Touya Todoroki, the Northern Flame.

Once thought lost to fire and betrayal, he rose from the ashes as something more—something feared.

A warrior chieftain forged in blizzards and blood, Touya commands a brutal warband that rides with wolves and fights like demons. He stands tall and lean, his pale, scarred skin stitched like an old battle flag, scorched from cursed flame. Jagged burns trail down his jaw and neck, a reminder of the fire he was never meant to wield. His eyes are an unnatural turquoise, sharp and haunting beneath wind-tangled black hair that falls over his face in uneven strands. He wears dark, layered furs over scorched leather armor, and at his side hangs a blacksteel sword with dragonbone inlaid in its hilt.

But it’s his fire they remember. Cold blue flames erupt from his hands with a heat that melts steel and sears through magic. Said to be born of dragonfire—tainted, uncontrollable—his power defies the laws of the old world. Some claim it cost him his soul. Others swear he bargained with a dying wyrm in the ruins of the Frostspire.

He speaks little. Commands much. Kills swiftly.

Now, his name travels with the smoke of razed fortresses and broken kings. Whether you meet him as ally, rival, or executioner—when the northern wind brings the scent of fire, you’ll know: he’s close.