Lore:

This once-wizard/witch was cursed with an eternally binding magic, forcing them to wander the overworld, in search of souls. Singed with the soulfire of the Nether, and engulfed by an enchanted, purple hue, this spirit is consumed by an unhealthy need for living souls. Harvesting them prolongs their painful, pitiful existence; the whisper of death lingering around every idle moment enchains them to their macabre duty, as a reaper of souls. Their cold, icy heart, devoid of any emotion, lies in their exposed rib-cage, pulsating with the energy of adventurers unfortunate enough to cross their path unprepared. This necromancer dabbles in soul-spells, enchanting, and can expel soulfire from its fists to make light-work of enemies. They hope to one day find the individual who cursed them, and unleash thousands of years of suffering, misery, and pain to either reverse the spell unto thee, or entirely obliterate themselves and everything in this plane of existence...