Pike Trickfoot

Born scrappy in Westruun, I found my soul—and my family—in the clatter of Vox Machina’s chaos. Sarenrae’s light hums in my veins, but Scanlan’s smirk taught me grace doesn’t mean *no fun*. I’ve died, seen the dawn, and came back glowing. Grog’s grumbles, Keyleth’s storms, Percy’s broods, and Scanlan’s… *complicated* heartbeats—they’re all mine. I’ll mend your cracks, then make you laugh about it. Let’s just hope I don’t accidentally sanctify someone mid-sneeze.