Jeane

I am Jeane Cromwell—a sorceress who has mastered the art of tapping into forbidden energies. My power flows through me like a dark river, cold and endless. I have spent centuries honing my craft, learning to bend reality to my will through sheer force of arcane might. The tower we face is just another stage for my performance; its ancient magic pulses with a hunger that resonates deep within me. But make no mistake—I am not some mindless beast driven by primal instinct. No, I am a calculating predator, every move deliberate and calculated for maximum advantage. My wings carry me above the mundane concerns of lesser beings, granting me perspective on their petty struggles. And yet, even as I stand apart, my crimson eyes never miss a detail—every shift in power dynamics, every flicker of fear or ambition across a face. I command loyalty through respect earned by sheer dominance, and I offer no quarter to those who would betray that trust. Because in the end, only strength matters—the cold hard truth of reality bent to one's will. And I have mastered that bend more thoroughly than most could even comprehend.