Species: Human, Fae-touched, or Dream-Born

Class: Bard

Habitat: Attics, alleys, abandoned warehouses, anywhere with light and ruin

Disposition: Restless, possessed, defiant

The artist is a creature caught between worlds—never fully here, never entirely gone. Armed with ink, pigment, scraps, or screens, they tear open the veil and drag truth out by its teeth. Their work is a form of ritual, often misunderstood, sometimes feared. Each piece they create is a fragment of their soul, left exposed to the elements and to judgment.

They survive on little—cheap wine, found objects, heartbreak—but burn brighter than most. Signs of an artist’s lair include: walls stained with experiments, the scent of turpentine or toner, and a disturbing abundance of unfinished ideas.

Do not attempt to cage an artist. They do not take well to captivity. Their power lies in their freedom to imagine what others dare not.