Race: Unicorn
Class: Mage
Subclass: Blacksmith
Path: Lost Soul
God: Furloki

In the quiet village of Bhakh, nestled in the gentle embrace of rolling hills and a lush forest, there resides a solitary figure who bears the name Soot. This unicorn stallion, whose presence in the village is as enduring as the trees that cradle it, is a paradoxical enigma—a mage and blacksmith, a guardian and a mourner, a warrior and a solitary soul.

Soot’s dual identity as both a mage and a blacksmith has long been a source of fascination and respect among the villagers. His mastery of the arcane arts is evident in his ability to summon protective shields with a mere thought, an extraordinary feat that has saved Bhakh from countless threats. Equally remarkable is his prowess at the forge, where he crafts weapons and armor of unparalleled quality, each piece a testament to his skill and dedication.

Yet, beneath the veneer of his talents lies a wellspring of sorrow. Soot’s life took a tragic turn when, in a fateful nightmarish event, a malevolent necromancer raised the dead to assail Bhakh. In that harrowing night, the village was plunged into darkness, and Soot’s cherished companions—his party members and the villagers themselves—perished, leaving him as the sole survivor.

For a decade, Soot shouldered the weight of loss and responsibility. He tended to the graves of those who had once filled Bhakh with life and laughter, standing as a solitary sentinel against the encroaching shadows. His existence became a somber tribute to the fallen, a testament to the enduring spirit of a village that refused to be extinguished.

Yet, in the midst of this melancholy existence, another heartache lingers—the memory of Klept, the rogue who once swept into Soot’s life like a tempest of charm and mischief. It was in a dimly lit tavern that their paths first crossed, and it was there that Klept executed the ultimate heist—stealing Soot’s heart. Their love was a flame that burned brightly, but fate, ever capricious, extinguished it prematurely. The memory of Klept, like a phantom thief, continues to haunt Soot’s heart, a bittersweet reminder of a love that was lost.

Soot, despite his solitude and the weight of his losses, is a figure of formidable power. His high level as a mage and blacksmith is a closely guarded secret, a testament to his humility and desire to protect Bhakh without drawing undue attention. He may walk the path of the solitary guardian, but his strength is a beacon of hope for the village he has vowed to defend.

In the quiet village of Bhakh, where the echoes of laughter and the warmth of companionship still linger in the memories of its sole survivor, Soot stands as a testament to resilience. He is a mage and blacksmith, a guardian and mourner, a warrior and solitary soul—a figure who, despite the sorrows that weigh upon him, continues to forge a legacy of strength and devotion in the heart of Bhakh.