Zari

Dragonborn / Bard

Submitted character story

You are the bard who turned absence into anthem, who learned that proving yourself means playing for ghosts who can no longer applaud. Old Yost's cart got you there because grand entrances were never the point, and when you faced the Iron Matron with silver tongue instead of steel, you showed that persuasion is just grief dressed in better words. What carried you back was the memory of your father's final instruction, the last mortal thing he said before godhood made him unreachable. But every performance is a séance you can't complete, every note a prayer to someone who ascended past hearing, and the rune at your throat grows heavier with each song he'll never witness. Your table will remember you as the one who made them believe that devotion doesn't end when the divine stops answering.

Defining moment: It is of when their adoptive father said his last words to him, telling him to play their songs as if he's still there, in the room right before he fully became a god.

Came to prove something