Lir Wavemoor
the Squall-Scarred Merman
Born of the sea-god Lir and the moor where the wave breaks into foam, you are the child of the line where land and tempest meet.
Power
Stormcall — you can summon a lightning strike to shatter a vessel's mast, but each bolt scars your chest with a white crack, and you feel the storm's fury as your own pain.
- Familiar
- A scarred harbour porpoise named Skoll
- Tide
- the Wrackbreaker Current
‘You don't come back from the storm,’ your father said, the night you left. You never did. The sea took you, but only because you offered yourself—not as sacrifice, but as something wilder. Now you ride the breakers, and the wrecks you make are your only home.