Chronicles of Pooflandya

A tall, lithe changeling woman with ethereal pale skin and long silver hair braided into a hunter’s ponytail, partially tucked beneath a green hood. Her yellow, faintly glowing eyes glimmer with a feral edge, like a predator silently watching. A white, tribal-style mask made of bone and horn conceals much of her face, though what remains visible is carefully composed—revealing a woman who values her appearance, even in shadow. She wears fitted green leather armor with ornate embroidery along the chest and hood, reinforced by metal pauldrons and bracers. Several leather belts cross her waist, holding pouches and a dagger just barely visible beneath her cloak. In her gloved hand rests a strange, compact wrist-mounted bow, always ready, always watching.

Solace is reserved and cautious, shaped by a harsh upbringing and the need to survive in a hostile world. She is fiercely loyal to those she trusts and guided by a quiet sense of purpose tied to her mysterious divine calling. She is introspective, observant, and moves with deliberate intent, rarely wasting words or actions.

Solace was born a changeling in a crumbling coastal town, abandoned and left to survive in the gutters and fog-wreathed alleys. She learned to disappear and hunt to survive, crafting a mask from bones and pelts to hide her true face and gain power. Haunted by dreams of owls and ancient symbols, she follows a silent, forgotten god as a chosen hunter. In the shadows, she found a companion, Nytherion, with whom she shares a deep, wordless bond, walking a path together into the dark.