Daevion

Drow / Fighter

Submitted character story

You are the patient champion who chose silver words over iron, because Old Yost's cart taught you arrival matters more than spectacle. What brought you back was the executioner's blade they forced into your hands when the throne was stolen by birthright. You carry the weight of every name you were denied, every title stripped before you could speak it. Tables will remember you as the one who rewrote worth without waiting for permission.

Defining moment: The night his parents made him the public executioner and denounced him as royalty in the under dark. He was first born but because he was make in matriarchal society, he isn't allowed to ascend the throne and instead was given the job as the city's primary executioner 

Came to prove something