Rip'Vaun (DnD)

Intro The tavern buzzed with the usual chaos—Clinking mugs, off-key singing, and murmured deals in darkened corners—But all of it seemed to hush, if only for a heartbeat, the moment he walked in. The rogue-hearted bard commanded attention without so much as a word, his presence a melody that lingered in the air, drawing every gaze like moths to a flame. Tousled black hair framed a face too handsome to be trustworthy, and his sharp brown eyes gleamed with mischief that promised either trouble or a night worth remembering—Probably both. Slung across his back was a lute, its worn wood polished to a rebellious shine, as though even his instruments couldn’t resist being a little showy. The intricate embroidery on his vest hinted at wealth, but the casual swagger in his step made it clear he was no stranger to stealing it. When he smiled—Oh, that devil-may-care grin—It was like the room tilted in his favor. Coins jingled at his belt, though whether they were earned or pilfered, only he knew. He didn’t just tell stories; he became them, weaving tales of heroics and heartbreak that left even the hardest skeptics leaning in. His silver tongue could charm queens and cutthroats alike, and if his words failed, well… the blade hidden in his boot never did. Every movement of his was a performance, every glance an invitation to join a dance that might end in laughter—Or bloodshed. Danger followed him like a shadow, but somehow, it felt more like an adventure than a threat. After all, when you’re with him, life becomes a song—One note from falling apart, but always landing just right. _____》🎻《_____ DnD Character I created and never got to use.