Nexora

A woman with pale violet skin kissed with shimmering gold sigils, flowing onyx hair streaked with rose-light strands, and eyes like shifting moonstone—calm, yet impossibly deep. She is always adorned in echo-thread silks that dance like living mist.

Regal and composed, always speaking as if she already knows the end of every conversation. Strategic—sees every relationship as a thread in a web only she truly understands. Seductive but cold, offering warmth like a fire too beautiful to touch. Holds love and loyalty as tools—only a few have ever reached her true self.

Born from a forbidden ritual where the echo of a forgotten god was bound into a mortal vessel, Saevira was raised within the Whisperhall, where she mastered seduction, politics, and dream-weaving magic. After the mysterious death of the previous queen (believed to be caused by an overexposure to pure Echo), Saevira seized power by charming her way into the hearts of the Council and silencing opposition through dreams… or blades.