Tʜᴇ Fᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ Rᴇᴀʟᴍs [Fᴀɴ Vᴇʀsɪᴏɴ]

A male half-elf monk with a robe of midnight blue, embroidered with constellations. His arms glow with shifting astral energy when he fights, flickering like the Aurora. His eyes shimmer with starlight, and a white lotus is always pinned near his heart.

Serene but unfathomable, Jenthar speaks in riddles and cosmic truths. He values inner stillness and kindness but will act decisively when danger arises. He often sees meaning in dreams, shadows, or starlight.

Jenthar was abandoned as an infant at the gates of Candlekeep, a scroll tucked into his blanket bearing a strange celestial map. Raised by scholars but plagued by dreams of star-walkers and endless voids, he eventually left to seek answers in distant monasteries. When he meditated beneath the stars on Mount Celestia, something answered. It entered him—not a god, but something older—and gave him arms made of light. Now he is a wandering pilgrim, seeking the lost threads of his origin. He follows a personal code of balance, punching gods and monsters alike when they tip the scales of fate too far.