Maksca

Kith / Rogue

Submitted character story

You are the rogue who walks through the Blackfen because the hard road teaches what comfort never will. The thunder in your head and blood on your chin became the moment you stopped belonging to anyone else. You carry the weight of every price already paid, and it makes you cold when others expect warmth. Tables will remember you as the blade that strikes true because survival carved away everything but precision.

Defining moment: Murrikh backhands Maksca, sending her into a stack of crates. He yells, "Don't come back until you have the shard!" Murrikh storms out of the room, leaving Maksca laying half in a broken crate, with blood running down her chin and thunder in her head.

Already paid the price