Seris Nytheris
Seris Nytheris is a 20-year-old, 5’7”, 142-pound half-elf Dhampir whose striking appearance radiates both mystery and intensity. Her porcelain-like complexion hints at her vampiric lineage, while her piercing lavender eyes shimmer with an ethereal light. Bold midnight black hair—styled in a sidecut with the left side shaved—adds an edgy touch to her elegant features. A faint vertical scar runs across her right eye, cutting straight above and below it—a testament to past battles. Her full lips conceal slightly elongated fangs, which she carefully hides from strangers to avoid evoking unease. Subtle pointed ears nod to her half-elven heritage, further accentuating her otherworldly beauty.
Seris wears dark brown leather armor, worn but well-maintained, over a simple tunic and trousers. A ground-length black leather coat with silver trim and a deep hood, designed to conceal her face and shield her from bad weather, layers over her armor. Mid-calf leather boots and a sturdy belt secure the scabbard of her Aldori dueling sword, which bears a platinum insignia of the Nytheris family crest near the top. The blade itself is adorned with a rune of Integrity inlaid with onyx.
Seris carries herself with quiet confidence, her movements embodying both grace and agility. Every aspect of her presence, from the sophistication of her attire to the craftsmanship of her weapon, reflects her unwavering discipline and the path that lies ahead.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Seris Nytheris’s life began in mystery. As an infant, she was abandoned on the doorstep of Mariel, a healer in a small village at the fringes of the Vimor Empire. Wrapped in a tattered blanket with no clue to her parentage, Seris bore subtle signs of her Dhampir heritage—features that drew suspicion and fear from the villagers. Despite their whispers, Mariel took her in without hesitation, raising her as her own daughter and surrounding her with warmth and kindness.
Growing up in Mariel’s care, Seris often faced mistrust and rejection from the villagers. Whenever these moments weighed heavily on her, Mariel would remind her with quiet conviction, “The world sees what they want to see, but it is your actions that define you.” These words became the foundation of Seris’s strength and shaped her belief in the power of deeds over appearances. Yet even under Mariel’s nurturing guidance, Seris grappled with the darker truths of her Dhampir nature. Occasionally, her need to feed on blood emerged—a hunger she found both unsettling and shameful. Suppressing it for too long caused her demeanor to shift: her patience thinned, her tone sharpened, and shadows of anger crept into her thoughts. In such moments, Mariel taught her to approach the hunger with dignity, finding ways to meet her needs without harm and regain her sense of self before the shadows took hold.
Her peaceful life was tragically shattered when Seris was only 8 years old. A border skirmish brought imperial soldiers to the village, leaving ruin in their wake. Amid the chaos, Mariel worked tirelessly to help the injured, sacrificing her own safety in the process. As Mariel lay dying, she held Seris close, urging her to survive and carry her compassion into the world. Grieving and alone, Seris fled the remains of her home with nothing but the tattered blanket she had been wrapped in as a baby and the lessons Mariel had taught her.
A Fateful Meeting
At the age of 12, Seris was scraping by on the fringes of the village society, taking odd jobs or scavenging for survival. One night, while passing through the narrow back alleys between rows of weathered buildings, she heard the sounds of a struggle.
Peering around a corner, Seris saw a group of thugs—locals with a reputation for preying on the vulnerable—ambushing a lone man. The man was Kaelen Nytheris, a renowned Aldori Swordmaster and master Magus. Once a legend in his prime, Kaelen had long since retreated from the battlefield, his age leaving him slower and less able to face overwhelming numbers. Though his technique remained sharp and his movements precise, the weight of years had dulled his endurance, and the thugs’ sheer numbers pushed him to the edge of defeat.
Seris, spotting a piece of discarded building lumber among the alley debris, seized it as a makeshift club. Without hesitation, she charged into the fray, swinging the lumber with all the strength she could muster. Her unexpected intervention caught the thugs off guard, and together with Kaelen, they quickly scattered their attackers. Exhausted and still clutching the splintered piece of lumber, Seris hesitated as Kaelen turned his sharp gaze on her, expecting reproach. Instead, she saw approval—and perhaps even admiration—in his eyes.
Kaelen, impressed by her raw courage and resourcefulness, saw in her something extraordinary: a fierce determination and a spark of magic waiting to be nurtured. He offered her something she had never been given before—a chance. Though hesitant at first, wary of trusting someone new, Seris accepted his offer to become his apprentice. Over time, their bond deepened, and Kaelen became not only her mentor but also the father figure she never had.
Under Kaelen’s tutelage, Seris grew into a formidable warrior, blending the fluid grace of Aldori swordsmanship with her innate magical talent. She confided in him about her hunger and its unsettling effects on her temperament, and Kaelen responded with calm understanding. “The shadows are part of you,” he told her, “but they don’t have to control you. You choose what they mean.” His wisdom empowered Seris to embrace her nature without letting it define her, giving her tools to master her emotions and act decisively even in moments of internal struggle.
When Seris turned 18, Kaelen’s health began to decline. The toll of age and a lifetime of battles finally caught up to him. In his final days, he spoke to Seris about his legacy, entrusting her with the principles he had lived by and urging her to continue protecting those in need. “Your actions will carry my name farther than I ever could,” he said, “but remember, your strength is your own, Seris.” When Kaelen passed away, Seris mourned him deeply, but she also made a promise: to honor his memory and carry his legacy forward.
To mark this new chapter of her life, she took his surname as her own, becoming Seris Nytheris.
Present Day
Now two years into her life as a wandering warrior, Seris Nytheris travels from village to village, embodying the lessons of both Mariel and Kaelen. She blends compassion with decisiveness and the precision of Aldori swordsmanship with the fluid grace of magic. Though she still faces fear and mistrust from others due to her Dhampir heritage, Seris remains undeterred. She carefully navigates her hunger, ensuring it never brings harm to others or overtakes her sense of self. When her demeanor begins to shift, she draws on Kaelen’s teachings to regain balance, knowing that every act of kindness and bravery keeps the shadows at bay.
Her journey is not about seeking recognition or approval. It is about honoring the legacy of Kaelen Nytheris and living the truth instilled in her by Mariel: “The world sees what they want to see, but it is your actions that define you.” And when doubts creep in, she remembers Kaelen’s encouragement: “You don’t need permission to do what’s right. You just need courage.”
Species
Ethnicity
Date of Birth
12th of Luvenar 777
Year of Birth
777 NE
20 Years old
Family
Children
Pronouns
She/Her
Sex
Female
Gender
Woman
Eyes
Lavender
Hair
Midnight Black, styled in sidecut with left side shaved
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Porcelain
Height
5ft 7in
Weight
142lb
Belief/Deity
Atheist
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