Vehmal

Elf / Sorcerer

Submitted character story

You are the hero who transforms rejection into sacred duty, who makes a home in the place others fear to linger. You chose Old Yost's Cart and the path of The Shadow Investigator because you've always understood that truth hides in the margins, that the forgotten hold their own power. What brought you back was the memory of a child bleeding in the dirt while laughter echoed, the moment you learned that survival sometimes means walking away from those who should have loved you. You tend the dead with more gentleness than the living ever showed you, and some nights you wonder if you're the caretaker or just another ghost haunting your own graveyard. Tables will remember you as the player who made loneliness a superpower, who proved that the discarded can become indispensable.

Defining moment: In a beautiful elven city surrounded by magical forest, children hover over a small child. Some angry and some laughing while the child on the ground writhes in pain holding their face. The small child, a little girl, was just looking for friends and went along with a group who said she could play with them. Children’s “games” turned to bullying and Vehmal lost an eye because of it. A magical wound given to her by cruel children. It couldn’t be healed. When she was old enough, she left for the near by forest and started a cemetery, everyone knows her as the caretaker and leave their dead for her but never speak to her. 

Awkward having lived alone most of her life.