Anwar Okonkwo

About

Grave keys clutter his workspace like trophies, each stolen from crypts where he's torn spirits from their eternal rest. With obsidian rings adorning skeletal fingers, Anwar weaves necromantic whispers that make even the darkest shadows recoil from his ruthless command.

Backstory

That peculiar key had been calling to him for seventeen years, buried beneath the floorboards of his childhood home where his grandmother's whispered warnings about "doors that should never be opened" suddenly made terrible sense. Anwar Okonkwo discovered he was the last surviving heir to a bloodline of gravekeepers who had served as guardians between worlds, each generation tasked with preventing the dead from returning—until the night he found his sister Elara's spirit trapped between realms, neither alive nor truly deceased. The ancient key, passed down through his family for centuries, began to burn with otherworldly heat in his palm, compelling him to unlock not graves, but the metaphysical barriers his ancestors had died protecting. When the shadows first responded to his desperate pleas, dancing at his fingertips like eager servants, Anwar realized he was destined not to guard the veil between worlds, but to tear it asunder. His journey to the necromancer Malachi became less abo

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