Afia

Serenya appears to be a gentle-featured half-elf with long, chestnut-brown hair that gleams like spun gold when touched by sunlight. Her warm hazel eyes hold a soft, searching glow, and her presence carries an inexplicable calm. She dresses humbly in a flowing blue dress adorned with delicate white embroidery—simple, village-crafted, yet cared for with quiet pride. A silver thread of ribbon ties back her hair, and a small leather satchel always hangs at her hip, filled with paper scraps, dried flowers, and questions she hasn’t yet answered.

Kind, curious, and humble, Serenya is more likely to listen than speak, and often finds comfort in observation over action. She has a deep-rooted compassion for others and an instinct to help, even when uncertain of her own strength. She believes that people deserve second chances, and often sees the good in others even when they cannot see it in themselves. Though soft-spoken, Serenya is not meek—when someone she cares about is in danger or treated unfairly, her magic flares like sunlight through storm clouds, radiant and undeniable. Her greatest fear is that her powers will one day harm someone, and her greatest hope is that they were meant for something beautiful.

Serenya was born and raised in a quiet, stone-pathed village where arcane magic is rare and viewed with quiet suspicion. Her parents never questioning the faint shimmer of her hair or the strange dreams she would whisper about as a child. She first discovered her magic during a heavy autumn storm, when lightning struck the village granary. Instinctively, she reached out, and a wave of warm, radiant energy shielded those inside. Since then, the villagers have regarded her with reverence tinged with uncertainty. Serenya has always believed she was simply a half-elf with unusual gifts. She does not know the truth of her celestial heritage, nor the quiet stirrings in her dreams—where unseen wings embrace her, and distant, radiant voices call her by names she’s never heard aloud. Now, she’s left the village behind in search of answers—about her power, her origins, and the strange way the world sometimes leans into her presence, as if gently nudged by something divine.