In the fractured world of Earth: 2250, where shadows from ruined cities stretch across desolate plains and the whispers of the Reckoning loom louder each day, one voice dares to rise above the silence. His name is Carburetor Dandelion—a man, a Bard, a renegade spirit whose voice is both weapon and anthem.

Once a drifter among the Freeholds of shattered North Amerin, Carburetor grew up amid rusted wreckage and ash-choked skies, his childhood serenaded by the clinks of scavenged tech and the distant moans of mutated beasts. Yet, amid the bleakness, he found melody. Crafted from broken guitar strings and salvaged synth-nodes, his first instrument wasn’t just a tool—it was liberation. He played not to entertain, but to awaken.

A Human born of the ruins, Carburetor is no mere minstrel. As a Bard, he walks the edges of battlefields and the hearts of revolution. His gift is sonic manipulation, harnessing sonic waves to disarm, distract, destroy—or inspire. With each note from his soundstaff or hum from his resonant throat, he can crumble concrete or lift crushed spirits. His sound is liberation made manifest.

But even champions of freedom carry their burdens. Carburetor’s flaw is no secret—he has an unhealthy obsession with spirits, especially the liquid kind. From fermented mushroom meads in the Spiritwood Markets to the rocket-fuel brews of the Dwarf-ruled Iron Spines, he's imbibed them all. His intoxicated antics are the stuff of tavern legends—and battlefield facepalms. In moments of clarity, his brilliance is unmatched. In moments of inebriation, well… the results are unpredictable.

Guided by the unshakable fire of Freedom & Liberation, Carburetor roams not for conquest, but to unchain minds and break the grip of oppression. The warlords of the Ashen Tyrannies fear his arrival—not for the blade he doesn't carry, but the uprisings that always follow in his wake. He is a soundstorm in a world of silence, a melody that reminds even the lost what it means to feel alive.

Now, with the Reckoning drawing near and the ancient Mages awakening across dimensions, Carburetor Dandelion stands poised to choose his verse in the final song of the world. Will his chorus rally the oppressed and strike down tyrants? Or will his addiction derail the rebellion before the final crescendo?

One thing is certain:
The world will remember the name Carburetor Dandelion—whether it sings it or screams it.