Enchanting. "I’ve charmed my way through the strongest shields, the sturdiest walls. Words are as much a craft as any blade—and even the hardest hearts crack if you find the right note."

Virtuoso. "Give me any instrument under the sun, and I’ll have it singing. Every single one has its own story to tell."

Insightful. "I am constantly searching for the smallest flicker in someone’s eyes, the shift in their tone, the clench of a jaw. My survival depends on it."

Unprincipled. "Honor and pride are luxuries for the rich. I'll say whatever needs saying, do whatever needs doing, if it gets me closer to my goal."

Ambitious. "People are pieces, each with their own moves and weaknesses. Life is a game-board, and I intend to be its master."

Resourceful. "I’ve lived off scraps and survived weeks without shelter. When you’re alone in the wilds, you learn to use every last thing around you."

Nezznar. "I hated my master, then I worshiped him, and now I'm free of neither. I was forged by his hand, and the scars are mine to keep."

The Surface. I crave their warmth and the brightness that fills their eyes — their world of light and open skies. But with all I've done... perhaps the sun is out of reach."

Zar’kalyth. "That wretched city shaped me in ways I can’t ignore. Someday I’ll wear its crown, or I’ll see its towers buried. Either way, Zar’kalyth will answer to me."

Manipulative. "I can charm my way through stone walls and honey my words until they drip. Sometimes, I don’t even notice I’m doing it—until it’s done."

Overzealous. "When it comes to my fate, I trust my own hand above all. It always feels like the right choice at the time, until I look back and see the ruin I've left behind."

Power-Hungry. "Control is a fine thing, isn’t it? To have a taste of influence, to never be at someone else’s mercy... I know I’d let it lead me into darkness."

Forgotten. "I can’t bear the thought of leaving nothing behind—no song, no whisper, not even a shadow in someone’s memory. To vanish, unmissed."

Leashed Again. "I’ve flown too close to the sun, tasted freedom, felt the wind. To be caged again, helpless? That would break me beyond repair."

In Between Worlds. "I’m stuck in this half-light. My master calls it weakness; the surfacers calls it darkness. If either side looks too close, neither dark elf nor sunborn will ever see me as enough."

Nothing. I have always done exactly what I had to do.