I wear three faces. An ancient mage, a young noble, and a lucky diver.
The first was murdered.
The second had lost his inheritance and was cast into exile.
The third? A counterfeit, a mask to shield the others.
For I am a water-mage—ever-shifting, ever-fluid. I don't smash through obstacles, but I always find the cracks in an enemy's armor.
Nothing stands against the tide—because the tide is me.
