Rafael Dominguez

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Preserved human remains line Rafael's workshop like botanical specimens, each meticulously tagged and arranged to reveal the hidden cartography of mortality. Where most necromancers seek power, he pursues something far more dangerous: understanding the precise mathematical algorithms of death itself, mapping each soul's inevitable descent with clinical precision.

Backstory

Three copper coins scattered across his mother's cooling palm—the final payment for a bouquet that would never reach the cemetery. Rafael had been delivering funeral arrangements since he could barely reach the shop counter, but that morning marked the first time he watched death claim someone mid-transaction, her last breath escaping as she clutched wilted roses meant for her own husband's grave. The irony wasn't lost on the twelve-year-old as he knelt beside her, whispering the merchant's prayers his family had taught him, only to hear something whisper back from her still lips—not her voice, but something ancient that had been waiting in the space between her final heartbeat and eternal silence. His hunger for those otherworldly conversations began there, trading his family's flower shop for midnight wanderings through Necropolis, learning that the dead were far more honest customers than the living had ever been.

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