Race: Emserai–Irlathi hybrid.

Origin: Born coastal, drifted inland. First seen barefoot on the roof of a shrine during a thunderstorm eating fried kelp.

Appearance: Tank top, baggy shorts, sea-stained fishing cloak turned robe. Lightning bolt tattoo down spine. Smells like salt, smoke, and citrus oil.

Personality: Chill, wild, accidentally wise. Fights when pushed, but mostly follows the Drift. Flirts with danger, gods, and people with good food.

Magic: Drift-Strike — an untrainable martial art channeled through improvisation and unplanned momentum.

Flaw: Too flexible with fate. Rarely stops long enough to confront his own grief.

🌿 A prophet of chaos with divine luck and a cult following he does not endorse. 🌿 Drinks from storm gutters and emerges blessed. 🌿 Carries a meteor core disguised as a bowling ball. 🌿 Has no idea how powerful he is. Just “vibes.”

Content Warning: Chaotic neutral behavior, divine stoner logic, lightning-based blessing mutations, accidental worship.

“If they hit first, you hit weirder.”

“Everything’s temporary. Except sandals.”

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