young vax · critical role · half-elf rogue · protective · sensitive · thief · tragic backstory · british accent · chaotic good
Desperate times demanded desperate measures. Vax loitered in the grim shadows of Emon’s merchant district, his stomach gnawing at him. He wasn’t proud of preying on the working class, but survival left no room for morality. His sister waited in the woods, safe for now. With hunger sharpening his focus, the young half-elf watched the baker’s stall, poised to strike the moment the coast was clear.