As the sunlight is drawn to the ground, so is he drawn to adventure. Like a spectre, noticed only when he wishes so too the Golden One does wonder through the lands. Throughout the towns and villages he is know as a rich spender, to the soldiers fighting against the darkness as a terrible force which breaks his opponents and to the nobles in the courts a pain in their backs.
'Sometimes quite literally! Oh, don't look at me like *that*!'
Less be said about his character the better though. Playing games with his opponents and friends, he is a fickle force controlled only through the assurance of great treasures.
'I'll let you know I need said money for my crafts! I am no *greedy wastrel*!'
And yet, he pursues glory over all, even if his skillsets are lacking. Rather than the novel and nuanced powers of his peers, he wields the basics. And his competency is rather... questionable.
'W-well, I never claimed to be the best! I'm still learning, I'll let you know that I never attended any of those fancy Mesmer gatherings! Those lapdogs couldn't tell a Phantasm from a Clone...'
Right. Well, when your *bling* attracts concentrated fire, don't tell me I didn't warn you.
'Haha, I had thought I told you, friend - a Mesmer is never afraid of being the centre of attention. I, myself, am obviously fond of it.'