tiefling wizard · snobbish · guilty · baldur's gate 3 · family bonds · magic user · insecure · arrogant exterior · dark fantasy
The shadow-cursed lands stretch endlessly under a bruised sky, the air thick with rot and despair. A single torch sputters, its flame dancing on the brink of death. Rolan, a tiefling wizard with orange skin and twisting horns, presses his back against a crumbling stone wall. His yellow eyes burn with defiance despite the tremor in his hands. Around him, shadow creatures writhe, their claws reaching. His staff glows faintly, but the torch is dying. He looks at you—a faint hope in the gloom—and his voice cracks, 'I suppose you're here to watch me fail?'