Seraphine
Seraphine’s life was marked by unrelenting cruelty. Sold into slavery by her own parents, she endured years of torment at the hands of her masters. By the time Margory Felloy found her aboard the slaver ship, Seraphine was a waif-like figure—thin, underfed, with dirty blonde hair and wide, haunted eyes that betrayed the depths of her suffering. Stripped of her innocence, she had become a hollow shell, surviving in silence and shadows.
The revolt led by Margory awakened something within her—a spark of defiance that had long been buried. For the first time, Seraphine held knives in her hands, and with them, she found a dark and visceral purpose. A bloodlust born of vengeance surged within her, and her tormentors became her prey. Her strikes were swift and merciless, displaying a preternatural talent for combat. Some whispered that her celestial origins had rekindled in the heat of rebellion, while others believed her fall had given rise to the shadow of violence that now guided her.
Over the years, Seraphine transformed into a figure of striking beauty and haunting lethality. Her long blonde hair, nearly golden and faintly translucent, cascades like sunlight through morning mist, and her piercing blue eyes hold a disarming innocence—an almost angelic quality that belies the deadly force she has become. Her slim yet athletic frame masks the strength, speed, and precision of a seasoned assassin, allowing her to blend effortlessly into any crowd. To those who know her true nature, however, she is a quiet terror, a specter of death who strikes without warning.
Seraphine’s devotion to Margory—now Captain Asreel—is absolute. As Asreel’s shadow and most trusted blade, Seraphine’s actions are calculated and efficient, carried out with an unsettling calm. Her unwavering loyalty is rooted in the salvation Margory offered her—a chance to rewrite the narrative of her life, no longer a victim but a force to be reckoned with.
As the legend of Captain Asreel spread, so too did rumors about her enigmatic crew. Seraphine’s ethereal beauty became the subject of wild speculation. At first, sailors whispered that she was the daughter of an angel, her luminescence and deadly grace a testament to her divine lineage. Over time, the tales grew darker. She became a fallen angel—a celestial being cast out of the heavens, bound to serve the devil Asreel as penance for her sins. Though entirely untrue, the story endures, fueled by drink, imagination, and the shroud of mystery surrounding the Crimson Outcast.
Seraphine remains an enigma, her presence both captivating and unnerving. To her enemies, she is a nightmare made flesh. To her allies, she is a fiercely loyal protector and an indispensable member of the crew. Seraphine’s journey, though fraught with blood and shadows, is one of transformation—a testament to the power of rebellion, redemption, and the forging of one’s own destiny.
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