Full-length view, the entire figure visible from head to feet, standing upright and centered — a human battle mage, a lean man in his late thirties with a weathered olive-toned face, sharp cheekbones, a close-cropped dark beard streaked with grey, and short soot-dusted hair pulled back from a high forehead. His eyes are intense amber, narrowed with battle focus. He wears a layered combat robe of deep crimson and charred black over a leather cuirass, reinforced bracers scorched at the edges, and a tattered half-cape singed by flame. A heavy belt holds rune-etched vials. His right hand is raised, wreathed in a roiling orb of orange fire and embers, the other braced low. Scarred leather greaves and worn iron-shod boots plant him on cracked stone. Setting: a smoke-choked ruined city bridge at dusk, firelight flickering across broken masonry behind him.
