Your sense of self has transcended ordinary confidence, becoming both radiant and terrible. You carry yourself with the certainty of being something truly magnificent, reinforced by reality bending ever so slightly to your conviction. When you proclaim your superiority or recount your achievements, the lesser folk find themselves believing you despite their better judgment, and even the skeptical pause before contradicting you outright.
- Glorious Countenance. Your bearing commands respect. You have advantage on Charisma (Persuasion) checks made to establish your credentials, reputation, or authority.
- Perfection. Once per long rest, when you fail an ability check related to a skill or tool you are proficient in, you can reroll the check as your pride refuses to accept such mediocrity from yourself. You must accept the second result.
- The Weight of Excellence. Your magnificence is both blessing and burden. You find yourself unable to apologize sincerely or admit fault without feeling a creeping sense of diminishment. When an ally achieves something notable while you are present - such as landing a critical hit, solving a puzzle you couldn't, or receiving praise you feel you deserve - you must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw (DC higher of your level or 16) or become withdrawn and taciturn toward them until you complete a long rest, your pride nursing its wounds in silence.
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