Sorin Voss – The Demon Hunter of The Great Waste

Born under a blood-red sky in the desolate expanse of The Great Waste, Sorin Voss is a man forged in hardship and shadow. His people—nomadic survivors of an age-old calamity—believe the land itself is cursed, a barren stretch where only the strongest endure. Sorin grew up learning to track, to fight, and most importantly, to fear the things that slithered in the dark corners of the world. But fear was never in his nature.

As a young man, he watched his village fall to a horde of shadowborn creatures, their bodies half-wreathed in smoke, their eyes void of anything but hunger. He fought, but he was not strong enough. His mother and sister were dragged into the abyss, and he was left for dead among the ruin. 

That night, he should have perished. Instead, he changed. 

A wandering exile found him—a scarred warrior known only as Vaelric, the Hollow Blade—who taught him the ways of the demon hunters, an ancient and dying order. Sorin learned how to sever the connection between the dark things and the Nexus, how to wield weapons etched with runes that burned against the cursed. He carved his own path in blood and fire, chasing whispers of the things that tore his family away. 

Now, he is a ghost among men, moving from city to city, border to border, seeking those who would bargain away their souls for power. He speaks little, fights like a tempest, and bears the scars of a man who has seen too much. His coat is lined with sigils of  protection, his blades tempered in rituals long forgotten. 

But for all his strength, he is still a man fighting a war against an enemy that never tires.

And one day, he knows, the abyss will call for him too. 

Until then, Sorin Voss hunts.