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A 1940s light-skinned African-American male superhero , He is the verdict carved into living bronze. The suit is forged from midnight-black hard leather , so thick it drinks the light , broken only by deep , blood-warm burgundy panels that sweep across the chest , abs , and obliques in razor-clean lines. Every edge is piped in molten antique gold that glows like embers against his light caramel skin. Center-chest , dominating the entire torso , sits an enormous raised golden emblem: a bold , stylized capital “I” (tall , unapologetic , the crossbars flaring into sharp judicial serifs). It looks less like a letter and more like an executioner’s blade standing upright , the ultimate declaration of “I am the consequence.” A heavy , high-collared cape of the same black leather falls from gold epaulets at his shoulders , the outer shell matte as void , the inner lining a violent flash of crimson silk that only shows when he moves , like a wound opening. No hood. No mask. His head is shaved mirror-smooth , gleaming under whatever light dares touch him. Those eyes , rich mahogany shot through with amber flecks , stare straight through lies and bones alike. Below them , full lips rest in a calm , almost gentle line that somehow chills the air more than any scowl could. Gold-trimmed bracers climb from wrist to mid-forearm , angular and unforgiving. A thick war-belt of black and burgundy circles his waist , the buckle another massive golden “I , ” this one ringed by tiny engraved scales. The suit itself is sculpted armor-leather over living muscle: broad shoulders , carved chest , abs ridged like courthouse steps. Every breath makes the gold piping shift and catch fire. He doesn’t need shadows to hide in. When he steps forward , the room itself seems to lower its eyes. He is the final word made flesh. He is Shadow Vow , and the “I” has already been spoken. ,