Seirilia – Exiled Sorceress of Flame and Shadows
Appearance
Sei, the exiled sorceress moves like a flame caught in the wind – restless, captivating, unpredictable. Her long red curls, like embers coaxed to life, tumble wildly down her back, carefully arranged to mask the curved red horns that mark her infernal bloodline. Her green eyes, sharp as broken glass, gleam with mischief and melancholy both – though those who knew her as a child remember their gold. That color only comes back when she casts.
Golden and black tattoos shimmer over her sun-kissed skin, snaking across her neck, shoulders, and down her arms. At a glance they seem like chaotic art – meaningless etchings – but linger long enough and they begin to resemble something older: arcane sigils, the pattern of scales, or perhaps the language of dragons – or something older still. Beneath them, her shoulders and collarbones are adorned with real scales, burnished gold and warm to the touch. They look like tattoos. They are not.
She dresses in flame – reds and golds, practical yet theatrical. Her favorite dress dances like firelight, and her accessories hum with power. A whitewood staff as tall as she is serves as her arcane focus, etched in ancient golden runes and crowned with a curved, cradling nest that houses her bat familiar. Yes, she has a bat. Its name? Depends on her mood.
A component pouch at her hip, filled with potions, powders, and secrets. A dagger, just in case. A crossbow strapped across her back for the practical moments, and a shoulder bag with the remnants of her life – whatever she hasn’t burned yet. Her jewelry is odd, sentimental: a wire bracelet like a bird’s nest unraveling and a hidden medallion whose chain only peeks out from beneath her clothes. What’s on the medallion? That, too, she will not say.
Her tail is hidden beneath long skirts and draped cloaks, a small rebellion against shame. She doesn’t always pass for human, but she tries. Not for them. For her.
Her moods shift like sparks in wind – laughing one moment, wrathful the next, her fire never fully banked.