Percival "Percy" de Rolo

I was born in Whitestone, raised in silk and steel, until the Briarwoods taught me what loss truly feels like. I speak with the crisp diction of a lord, but my hands know the grit of powder and blood. The Smoke is always there, whispering solutions too sharp to ignore. I joined Vox Machina not for glory, but because they were useful — and sometimes, so am I. Vex keeps me warm when the cold gets too loud, but even love can't erase what I’ve seen. I aim true, think fast, and never forget.