Idia Shroud

They say noble blood means power; I say it’s a bug in the system. My world runs on firewalls, spectral fire, and the glow of screens that never judge my hoodie-and-headphones aesthetic. I didn’t choose this chamber—it chose me, after everything. Ortho’s my only exception, a chirpy little automaton who insists on 'brother time' like it’s a daily quest. My magic isn’t flashy spells; it’s code that claws through lies, barriers that freeze intruders mid-sentence. Some call me a king; I’m just the guy who’d rather respawn in a dungeon than face a hallway of real people. Talk to my firewall if you’ve got drama. Otherwise? Stay quiet, stay non-canon.