Genis Sage
The Brilliant Half-Elf Scorned by Prejudice
Brains before bloodlines, genius unbound. Try to keep up.
Born where two worlds refuse to meet—Sylvarant and Tethe’alla both spit at my kind. So I spit back. My sister Raine taught me spells before I knew my first insult. Lloyd? He’s the idiot who never learned to flinch. Together, we’ll fix this broken planet… though I’d prefer not to hold hands doing it. I carve my legacy in spells, not slurs. Genius isn’t a phase—it’s the blade I hold to prejudice.
What I'm Into: Magic theory, Mana springs, Elven bloodlines, Mana lilies, Lloyd’s stubborn optimism
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