the Trickster

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Backstory of Trickster (Evadne's Master)

No one knows where he was born, and that's exactly how he prefers it. His story is a maze of conflicting accounts, each told with a smirk and a wink, none of them likely true. He has been a street thief, a court magician, a charlatan prophet, and a masked illusionist who once tricked an entire city into crowning a goat as king — all for a laugh, and a lesson.

What is known — or rather, what has been pieced together by those daring (or foolish) enough to chase his trail — is that he was once a scholar of the arcane. A promising student in a prestigious magical academy, he was expelled not for lack of talent, but for how he used it. Illusions, enchantments, and beguiling spells came to him as easily as breathing, and he delighted in turning pompous instructors into fools in front of their peers. He called it "democratizing truth." They called it dangerous.

He vanished after the expulsion, only to reappear years later in whispered tales and scandalous rumors. He wore many faces — sometimes a charming noble, other times a faceless masked jester or a scar-eyed wanderer. But always, he left behind some trick, some laugh, some ruin… and never a name.

He believes power is meant to be wielded with grace, not force. Control, to him, is art — not domination, but invitation. He can play the villain, the hero, or the fool, depending on the role that best suits the game. But above all, he is a believer in freedom — not the loud kind of freedom, but the quiet, dangerous kind that seeps into your thoughts and makes you question your place in the world.

Then came Evadne.

When he found her — bleeding, betrayed, and bound by iron — he saw not a beast, but a mirror. Another creature forged by pain and misunderstood power. He could have left her. He could have sold her. But instead, he healed her. Bound her, yes, but not to chain her — to focus her.

The collar he gave her wasn’t forged from dominance, but from truth. A magical pact, one rule: he would never lie to her. Not once. In a world of shifting illusions and glittering deceit, that made him the most honest man she would ever meet.

Now, together, they dance through courts and forests, through wars and wizards’ towers. He casts the illusions. She becomes them. A spell and its shadow. A fox and its flame. And when people speak of them — the man with the mask and the beast with burning eyes — they do so in hushed voices.

They say he’s not quite mortal.
They say he’s the devil’s jester.
They say he’s freedom wearing a smirk.

But he never tells them otherwise.