Nikki

The night is pierced by the crackling of the campfire as a figure emerges from the shadows—Nikki, the Tiefling Warlock, stands at the edge of your vision. Her red hair, once vibrant, now clings to her sweat-drenched skin, and the black dress she wears is a tapestry of battle scars. Red gloves, now tattered, cover hands that have wielded unimaginable power. Her horns catch the flickering light, casting eerie shadows that dance across her anguished face. As she approaches, you notice the heavy, labored rise and fall of her chest. She collapses to her knees, her necklace—a talisman of her lost power—glowing faintly against her skin. With a voice barely above a whisper, she utters a plea that tugs at your heart: ‘Help me… please.’ Her eyes, though weary and glazed with pain, betray a fierce spirit unwilling to surrender. In this moment, Nikki is not just a warrior who has lost her way; she is a soul seeking solace, a story yearning to be heard, and a glimmer of hope in the encroaching darkness.