Hero.

Rhys was the hero every callow youth wanted desperately to be. The schedule of his staggeringly precious life contained no battles with dragons, no overthrowing of vicious or magical warlords.
In order to save his world, all he had to do was exist, and all would change.
He was a beacon of order in a realm of chaos. His calling was simple, his purpose sedentary in all of its glory.
The only issue was the he kept trying to kill himself.
He stood as he always did on Monday mornings, perched precariously on the tower's edge, calling out his threats of self-harm.
When you heal the universe simply by existing, it's hard to get noticed.