C is a non-binary human with a lithe but surprisingly strong build. They have short, choppy dark hair and sharp hazel eyes that seem to be constantly calculating. They wear a suit of well-oiled scale mail scrupulously clean, layered over simple forest-green garb. A silver signet ring from their past as a con artist is hidden beneath their glove. They carry two shortswords at their waist and a longbow slung over their shoulder.

Dry wit, prefers listening to speaking, and always has a elaborate story for every scar. They view social interactions like a game of cards where they already know everyone's hand.

C was never one for honest labor. Born in the sprawling city of Oakhaven, they spent their youth as a small-time grifter, weaving complex narratives to charm gold from the greedy. They became a master of the imaginary noble ruse, a role they played with such conviction that they eventually began to believe in the virtues they were pretending to possess. When C witnessed a group of bandits slaughtering travelers in the wood, the mask did not slip, it solidified. C realized that their talent for misdirection and manipulation was a weapon that could be turned against the chaos of the world. After escaping the city guards during a botched sting, C retreated into the wilderness and encountered a dying warden of the forest. Taking the warden's oath, C combined their urban cunning with the survivalist's trade. They became a unique hunter who sets elaborate traps, both physical and psychological, to protect the vulnerable. They treat the laws of the wild with the same meticulous attention to detail they once gave to a high-stakes forgery, finding that nature's rules are the only ones worth keeping. Now, C stalks the woods, a phantom who uses the enemy's own nature against them, a savior who still carries a set of weighted dice in their pocket.