Zenith: A Shattering Lotus
Zenith has two weapons: his face and his lies. In the crooked city of Verance, that's usually enough to get him a warm bed, a free drink, and absolutely nothing accomplished.
He's a bum. A glorified hobo with nice hair and a talent for making people think he's more interesting than he actually is. He has no job, no prospects, and no ambition beyond "don't starve" and "maybe get laid." When a dangerous woman offers him a job, he takes it not because he's noble or curious, but because he realized he'd been wandering the city for days doing noth'n all day.
The ring she gives him is old magic. He doesn't care. The pouch holds secrets. He'll get to it eventually. The enemy chasing immortality for sixty years? He doesn't even know she exists yet, and when he finds out, his first instinct will be to leave the city and never look back.
But here's the real truth: Zenith is lazy, vain, self-centered, and constitutionally opposed to effort. He lies for sympathy points. He calls himself a hero while stealing from paranoid merchants. He talks to tree's when he's bored. He is, by any reasonable metric, a terrible candidate for a fantasy protagonist.
Somewhere underneath all that bullshit is a guy who would run away from you if you even utter the word employment near him
He doesn't want to be a hero. He doesn't want to save the city. He doesn't want to master ancient magic or confront his tragic past.
He just wants to see this through. For now. Because he has nothing better to do.
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