_Champion Turned Warden_ Female Crystal Dragonborn Class Background --- Vesh Thryssa was once called the _Culling Bloom_, her crystalline scales radiant with tourmaline fire beneath the roaring lights of the Arena. She fought not for coin or country, but for the rhythm of violence, the music of bone snapping just so. The crowd loved her. The sand loved her more. But even legends bow when the contract is signed in shadow. When the cataclysm tore open the world, and the Arena became a tomb lit by war-magic and regret, Vesh made a pact—to survive. She now serves a Kalavakus demon, a soul-binder of brutal cunning, shackled by a leash that coils tight around her victories. She keeps the prisoners and beasts in line beneath the sands, a reluctant warden wearing old glory like a rusted crown. Her mind is still sharp—perhaps too sharp. The visions have not left her, fractured glimpses of fates that no longer apply. She dreams in dead timelines, fights specters no one else sees. And through it all, she _fears the silence_—that if the demon lets her go, there will be nothing left. Just a ghost, echoing in an arena that forgot her name. But Vesh can be _bargained with_. She’s not loyal to Kalavakus. Not truly. She obeys because she’s afraid, because the alternative is unknown and clawing at the edges of her mind like a cracked mirror. Offer her a way out—_a clean severance_, magical or otherwise—and she may turn. She may open the beast pens. She may look the other way when your blood is on the sand. Her motivation is not freedom. It's _certainty_. The Arena taught her that. A sword has purpose when it is gripped. A fighter knows who they are when the crowd chants their name. But now? Now the only name whispered is the demon’s—and Vesh Thryssa is ready to forget it.