A rugged dark fantasy hunter in a hooded cloak, with white hair and red eyes, holds a glowing magic bow in a gloomy forest.

A dark fantasy hunter in his 30s, rugged and weary yet determined. He wears a long cloak whose tattered edges trail like living smoke, always shifting and curling as if alive. His hood is up but his silver grey hair droops down. His eyes hold a haunted intensity, showing the weight of a cursed burden. In his hands a sinister bow, emanating a faint aura of shadow. The bow feels alive, whispering corruption, its form is loving smoke, never forming a solid, always moving, unsettling. His clothes are practical hunter’s garb—leather and dark cloth, weathered by years of use but armoured well. The atmosphere is gothic and foreboding, lit by cold moonlight and drifting mist. A faint suggestion of something holy or luminous far in the distance, a possible counterbalance to his darkness. See more