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Name: Swirl Diaz
Race: Air Genasi
Class: Sorcerer
Subclass: Wild Magic
Appearance: Tall, slender physique, long legs. Long white hair that turns into wispy clouds at the ends, though it changes with her mood, white and fluffy for calm or happy, grey and flat for annoyed or disgusted, dark and rainy for sad or upset, and black and thundering for angry. Sky blue skin, mature face, no make-up.
Likes to wear well fitted suits (and thus naturally had to effectively uproot her entire wardrobe) so dress pants, dress shirts, alternates between vests, suspenders, tie or open shirt, and suit jackets, all in dark blues or blacks.
Personality: Flirty, charming, and charismatic to the people who like her, gives off the feeling of a con artist to people that don’t. Hates heavy atmospheres and will usually try to crack a joke to lighten the mood, possibly because she has difficulty dealing with her own emotions. Very good liar, but prefers the truth wherever possible. Tends to get over confident in herself when she succeeds, but isn’t a sore loser when she fails.
Backstory Summary: Born male, Swirl was an accomplished gambler, working as a bartender to support his habit. So accomplished in fact that he managed to organize a game between himself, a celestial, an archfae, and a devil. Wagering his own soul against a piece of each of their power, he cleaned house and secured his prize, resulting in a potent but unstable magical cocktail in his body, hence why it became Wild Magic.
The devil assumed that Swirl had cheated somehow (he hadn’t), and proposed a new game between them, not for his soul, no he’d already lost that wager, but for something else precious to him, but not life threatening, against the devil’s servitude. Swirl, cocky now that he’d bested 3 ancient entities in a game of chance, accepted the bet without asking what the wager was. The game began, and while Swirl was still frustratingly lucky, the devil cheated as revenge for the perceived slight. Swirl accepted the loss gracefully, only now becoming concerned that he didn’t know exactly what he’d wagered.
Only to find out very quickly as he suddenly gained breasts and svelte figure and exchanged a certain lower organ. The devil vanished while cackling about how stupid the gambler was for not thinking that a devil would cheat her, and wishing her luck with the new gender. Now Swirl is looking for an adventuring party to join to help her reclaim her true form, not noticing, or perhaps willfully ignoring, that she is mainly angry about the devil cheating her rather than making her a woman. Or the fact that she immediately began referring to herself as a woman. Or that she’s more comfortable in this is form than she’d been previously. Or-
Well, you get the idea. We’ll see if the egg hatches.