Vidia Fraiser

Tiefling / Bard

Submitted character story

You're the bard who talked your way past the Iron Matron, turning threat into negotiation with nothing but words. What brought you back wasn't vengeance but the refusal to let his hunger define what your voice could become. The microphone and sickle remind you that performance and violence lived together in that room, inseparable. Tables will remember you as the one who turned survival into art without pretending it didn't leave scars.

Defining moment: Vidia rushed from her father's grave in the woods to her burning village. The vampire prince, Damon Caine standing victoriously before her grabs her by the throat, lifted her high, and smiled wickedly . "My new toy has found me at last." He snarled before squeezing to make her pass out. Damon kept Vidia as a personal bedmate and food source, never drinking enough of her blood to kill or turn her, but enough to satisfy his hunger. Vidia's screams of agony and pleasure echoed in her mind

Running from something