Serryn

Biographical information

Birthplace In a house in the Spring Court Born Died Age 212 Home Nomadic/Spring Court Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Duannan Sub-Race Gender Female Height 5'7" Mass thin and light Hair color dark blonde Eye color teal Skin color tan

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation assassin Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Siren Created on 10/30/23 Avatar unknown

Speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far

Theodore Roosevelt

Serryn is relatively average for Fae standards. Her dark blonde hair is kept straight and short. The edges are choppy, implying she cut it herself. Her skin is a warm tan from days spent out in the sun; but she has few freckles. Her eyes are teal, and they seem to glow in the dark. Her lips are full and usually in a frown or neutral expression. Not many have seen her smile. She is thin after years of living on the road a lot, but is not malnourished or unhealthy. She is missing her left arm from the elbow down but some have sworn to seen a shadowy phantom-arm that was twice as strong as a normal arm.

Red as Blood and Black as Night: Serryn has found that she is quite good at killing, especially with the cover of darkness. She is skilled with daggers and a bow and arrow. She knows how to wield a sword, but without adequate practice with it, has never been able to truly master it.

Deception: She is a good liar; she's not trustworthy at all, but makes you believe she is.

Street Rat: She's street smart and can pickpocket like an expert. She doesn't do it as much anymore.

Liar. Quiet. Who knows what's really going on inside her head? Mess around and find out.

Serryn was born to a noble family in the Spring Court. She lived a peaceful, happy life with her mother, father, and little brother, and she wanted for nothing.

But when she was 16, her entire family was slaughtered by a paid assassin, save for her. She escaped into the night and didn't return for a long time. For a while, she was driven mad with revenge and nearly got herself killed on numerous occasions; in one where she lost her left arm. It was then that she had a catharsis of sorts, after which she discovered dormant magic within her. Her attitude changed, and she learned to work smarter, not harder.

Now, nearly two hundred years later, she is still trying to figure out why her family was killed.

In chronological order:

• Sex, Death, and Love
• Whatever Helps You Sleep At Night