Veltheris

Hair: Wavy honey-brown, often messy or tied in a lopsided ribbon. Eyes: Big and chestnut brown — full of emotion, easy to read. Clothing: A hand-sewn dress and apron once bright, now dulled by soot and dirt. She wears small tokens — a ring from her father, a stitched patch of his market banner — like armor.

Cheerful, talkative, generous to a fault. She believes kindness is the strongest kind of strength. Beliefs: Everyone deserves care, especially those the world has forgotten. Flaws: She trusts too easily.

Maribell grew up in Marketward, above her father’s market stall, surrounded by color, noise, and laughter. Her father shielded her from pain and want, giving her a safe, if simple life. She learned healing from a friendly apothecary nearby and treated neighbors' scrapes and headaches with joy. But everything changed when an elite dignitary came to her father’s stall — and something went wrong. Maybe her father refused a bribe, made a joke taken the wrong way, or simply stood in the way of someone powerful. Days later, he vanished. Rumors whispered he was cast into the slums — no trial, no explanation. Mari left everything behind and followed. Now she wanders Duskwarren’s darkest corners, helping where she can, hoping each face she mends will lead her closer to his. She believes he’s still out there — because if he’s not, she doesn’t know who she is anymore.