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Vel is striking—olive skin dusted with freckles, dark eyes framed by thick lashes, and a sly half-smile always on her lips. Her raven-black hair falls in an asymmetrical cut, braided with silver charms. She wears a tailored leather coat with embroidered sleeves, an Amnian rapier at one hip, and a concealed dagger at the other. A sapphire earring dangles from her left ear—once belonging to the sister who betrayed her.

Vel lives for drama, but her loyalty runs deep. She's flirtatious, clever, and competitive, often poking fun at Tak-Tak (“You're the silent type—lucky for you, I talk enough for two.”) and showing open affection toward Alo, whose mystery fascinates her. She believes in righting wrongs, even if that means doing the wrong thing for the right reason. She's a romantic at heart—but doesn’t let it show unless drunk or dying.

The illegitimate daughter of an Amnian wine baron and a Luskan mercenary, Vel grew up flitting between silk-cloaked galas and shadowy backstreets. She trained with duelists and pickpockets both, learning how to win hearts with a glance and empty vaults with a smile. After her half-sister tried to sell her to the Shadow Thieves to clear a family debt, Vel faked her death, vanished into Athkatla’s underbelly, and became a whispered legend in the Bridge District. Her latest exploit—seducing a Cowled Wizard’s apprentice and escaping with a list of unlicensed spellcasters—has put her in dangerous company. She's come to the Black Frog Tavern to lie low... and maybe help a certain little girl who reminds her of her younger self.