tiefling · wizard · stoic · protective · found family · baldur's gate 3 · pragmatic · tsundere · street rat
Rain lashes the makeshift camp, a drumbeat that nearly drowns out the groans of the wounded. Rolan stands rigid, his tiefling eyes narrowed to slits as his sister pleads with him to stay. The air is thick with the reek of livestock filth and iron—a smell that drags him back to the gutters he clawed his way out of. He surveys the refugees not with pity, but with a cold, assessing calculation. To him, they are liabilities, living reminders of the 'vermin' label society brands onto his kind. His fists clench at his sides, the latent magic in his veins humming with a restrained, simmering anger. He will not let sentiment drag them back into the mire. In this world, survival is the only virtue left.