Kaelin

Shadar-kai / Sorcerer

Submitted character story

You're the hero who plans three moves ahead, the Quiet Strategist who knows survival means thinking before striking. What brought you back wasn't the locket itself, but the weight of love you never got to speak aloud. You help strangers now because you can't help the one who mattered, and that arithmetic never balances. They'll remember you as the sorcerer who bent reality with sheer will and never let another soul fall alone.

Defining moment: I'm back in the destroyed flower shop. My eyes see a familiar glint. I walk over to the smashed stool, the puddle of half dried blood. There it sits, the locket I gifted to Rose, my mentor, the one who took me in the first night I was in this lawless metropolis. My worst fear has been confirmed. She's dead. My feelings of love for her, though not yet expressed to her except through this very gift, have gotten her killed. Probably by her very own gang. I turn and run. Just keep running.

Can't stop helping strangers