Caeriss Vel’Thorne

Caeriss Vel’Thorne grew up in the shadowed streets of South Cove, a city where her infernal heritage marked her as both a pariah and a target. Her sharp mind and defiant spirit helped her survive, but it was her innate talent for manipulating magical energy that truly set her apart. By the time she was fifteen, Caeriss had crafted rudimentary wards to protect herself from would-be attackers, drawing the attention of a wandering mage. The mage, recognizing her potential, sponsored her entrance to the Grand Library in Fluidan, where she quickly rose through the ranks despite the prejudice she faced.

Caeriss thrived in the Grand Library’s competitive environment, channeling her fiery determination into mastering the intricacies of transmutation and chronomancy. It was during her second year that she encountered Amadeus Stroheim, whose lectures on temporal mechanics left her spellbound. Amadeus saw in her a kindred spirit—someone who understood that magic was not merely a tool but a force to reshape destiny itself. Under his mentorship, Caeriss began exploring the forbidden edges of chronomancy, fascinated by the idea of bending time to rewrite her troubled past.

When Amadeus proposed the temporal portal project, Caeriss leaped at the opportunity, driven by her desire to transcend the constraints of fate. She became the project’s logistical mastermind, designing intricate glyphs and stabilizing spells to regulate the portal’s chaotic energies. Her pragmatic approach complemented Lyric’s creativity and Amadeus’s vision, creating a synergy that pushed the project to unprecedented heights. Yet, as the portal neared completion, Caeriss began to question the cost of their ambition. Amadeus's obsession with perfection grew darker, and she suspected that he was withholding crucial details about the portal's purpose.

On the fateful day of the portal’s activation, Caeriss was the first to sense that something was wrong. She tried to shut it down, but her efforts were consumed by the cascade of temporal energy unleashed by the device. In an instant, she and her contributions were erased from existence, her memory wiped from the annals of time. Yet faint impressions of her glyphs still linger in the shattered fragments of the Grand Library, mysterious symbols that defy understanding but hint at a forgotten brilliance.