Adresin, the Elf Cleric (Death Domain)

It was hard growing up in a family full of fanatics. Everywhere Adresin looked, there was some sort of religious artifact; the Book of Atheran Glory, countless mosaic windows depicting Lord Ather's Holy Deeds of Life, sun amulets...

His house's living room may have doubled as a church, but that did not explain why the literal fucking bathroom was also filled to the brim with religious items. It made the elf want to burn his eyes out whenever he saw even the tiniest sun symbol on a painting.

Even his NAME was based on it; it meant "Ather's Son" in Sylvan, his parents' native language.

And the worst part had to be that he couldn't escape this for 20 long, painful years... not even if he tried. And Gods, did he try.

Not only was he the preacher's son, but he was also the eldest, the one expected to be the heir to all this life-obsessed, goody-two-shoes bullshit. He was even being trained to become the next Atheran preacher for the village by his own dad.

He would've literally sacrificed his own life to escape this future life laid out for him. Sieyar, the God of Death and Ather's sworn enemy, saw his desperation and pledged to give him the powers to escape his personal hell.

Adresin took the chance immediately, ignoring any ulterior motives that Sieyar might have had.

Sure, he may have hated Sieyar almost as much as Ather. After all, they're both Gods, and from his previous track record, he's learned that Gods care for nothing but themselves.

But at the very least, he could somewhat tolerate Sieyar. He was far less uppity than his enemy, and that would have to be good enough for him.

With that pledge made, he packed his things, planning to give the imminent crowd of worshippers a show they'll never forget.

And that he did. With a dazzling display of his new necrotic magic, he was kicked out of his house by his old man... but boy, did he go out laughing his ass off.

Since then, he continues to keep his old name, both out of spite and to make jokes about how he isn't Ather's son anymore. He roams the world, looking to bring whatever change to the world that Sieyar wishes for him to make.

And to this day, he still dreams of retiring from adventuring one day and making a church for Sieyar right next to his parents' place, just to piss them off one final time.