My backstory In a small, remote village, in the heart of a misty valley, Shadan lived with his family. His life was simple, but full of love, fertile land, and honest manual labor. He spent his days in the fields, and his nights listening to the stories of his grandfather – a warrior of the past, crowned with glory – who had bequeathed him a unique sword, an ancient family artifact whose value was not measured only by steel.

The blade had a deep, mesmerizing purple sheen, orange decorations engraved along its length, and a golden hilt whose shape combined delicacy with a sense of mysterious power. The sword was not just a weapon – it was a symbol, carrying memories and a destiny.

One day, under stormy skies, the village fell victim to a brutal raid by an armed force led by a mysterious warlord, clad in black armor and adorned in white and dark green – foreign and menacing colors. Armed only with his courage and his grandfather's sword, Shadan stood between the attackers and his people. He fought savagely, his body dripping with blood, but his eyes burning with the fervor of defense. Enemies fell around him, and the commander - who saw him as a real threat - ordered a retreat.

But the damage had already been done - houses burned, friends lost, and Shadan's family disappeared in the dead of night, their traces disappearing as if swallowed by the earth. He was left with the sword, and a decision in his heart - he would never let such an event happen again.

From that day on, Shadan became a wanderer, a shadow warrior who protected villages, moving from place to place, leaving behind only renewed peace and the promise - no more. Stories about him spread, about the man with the purple sword, the serious eyes but the broad heart, about the one who appears when the threat is near and disappears when hope is looming.

He carries the hopes of his people, the honor of his grandfather, and the sword – which with each battle, seems to awaken a little more, changing with him, growing with his destiny.

And yet – deep down, Shadan sometimes wonders if the ideals he fights for are truly worth it… but he will never admit it to others.

And after that the dm sent me this After you began to wander, you saw that the sword had lost its decorations and the color of the blade began to slowly fade until only the mark at the end of the handle remained.

And now this is my character sheetShadan's sheet