Arilyvia Dreadmore

Tiefling / Warlock

Submitted character story

You are the warlock who bargained with the light, who talked your way past the Iron Matron because mercy costs less than blood. What Zechariel gave you in that astral moment was a second chance, and you've spent every day since proving you deserved it. But help given so freely to strangers is also a shield against the terror that you might still be unworthy of your own rescue. Your table will remember the tiefling who made infernal power look like benediction.

Defining moment: She should have been dead. The light told her so. Until a hand reached out of it, followed by wings. "You yet have a greater role to play, young one," said  the astral deva she would come to know as Zechariel. "I will help you."

Can't stop helping strangers