Shroud

A female Tiefling Wraithshot with crimson-toned skin and curved horns that arc back from her forehead, casting sharp shadows. Her attire is deep and intricate, blending function and mysticism, adorned with swirling patterns that shift like living ink. Jewelry glints in faint light, marking traces of her lineage. Though her eyes remain obscured, they are said to burn with spectral embers, reflecting the restless hunt of a soul unwilling to surrender to fate.

Seraphine is driven by a deep sense of loss and a relentless pursuit of the truth behind her parents' disappearance. She is both hauntingly elegant and fiercely determined, often appearing aloof but with a burning intensity in her heart. Her demeanor is calm, yet her presence carries an unsettling aura that hints at the darkness she has embraced.

Once, Seraphine was a child clutching the hem of her mother’s cloak, listening to whispered warnings about Pendrake Forest—the place where shadows moved without the wind, where the trees murmured secrets meant for no living ear. Her parents, esteemed arcane scholars, believed the forest hid something ancient, something meant to be forgotten. One fateful night, they vanished, leaving behind only the scent of sulfur and a single spectral arrow—an eerie signature of their last moments. Years passed. Seraphine grew into a fighter molded by grief and sharpened by resolve. A Tiefling touched by darkness but shaped by determination, she became a Wraithshot, mastering spectral archery. Her arrows whisper as they fly, phasing through dimensions before striking their mark. Some say they carry echoes of lost souls; others claim they hunger for vengeance.