BG3: Making Mizora Yours
Yes you're a bard, what gave it away.
Your mother abandoned you at the steps of a church in Baldur's Gate when you were a baby. Life was hell. Then it got worse.
You see, you were born with a penis. Not unusual, about half the population is. The problem was that you grew breasts. The clerics, already disliking you, threw you out into the street.
You learned to fend for yourself out there, a lonely human girl, as you had decided, partly to spite the priests. You played your flute for money, and when that wasn't enough, stole to survive. When the ships from the sky came, you thought you were dead. Thank the devil you're not...
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