Yahiri

Tiefling / Monk

Submitted character story

You are a protector who thinks three moves ahead, the kind who slipped through the Blackfen and became the Quiet Strategist. What brought you back was the sacrifice written in your parents' missing horn, the price they paid in flesh. Now you read every tiefling face like a map to family you'll never find, and it bleeds you empty. Tables will remember you as the one who gave everything to strangers because you couldn't give it to them.

Defining moment: Their parents selling them to the monks for the chance for Yahiri to have a better life outside of the slums; the belief that every tiefling missing a small horn might be one of their parents. Being treated with caution since they were different looking and the only tiefling around, let alone a monk

Can't stop helping strangers to a fault