Village

Once she had a name, a family, and faith in the gods. But it all burned away that night when the Inquisition accused her father of possessing a cursed tome. The entire village was burned. She—a child with eyes scorched by fear—was picked up by the mercenaries of the Order of Shadows, and trained. Rituals of pain, months without sleep, fights to the death with other orphans... Sel survived. Of all of them—only she.

Since then, she has become a ghost. A killer without a past, without gods, without mercy. They say she killed a paladin in broad daylight. They say her eyes are the eyes of a demon, looking through a human shell. They say if you see her, you're already dead.

Sel is a figure swallowed by shadows. Narrow, steely eyes gaze with indifferent determination. She wears a black suit of soft leather, clinging tightly and leaving no hint of femininity, except for what can no longer be concealed. Her face is hidden by a mask, only light hair escaping from under the hood. Her hands are in black gloves with curved, almost animalistic fingers.

Silent. Sel rarely speaks, her silence is ominously eloquent.

Cold, calculating. Feels no remorse. Murder is her craft.

Obsessed with survival. She'll betray you if it saves her life. But if she gives her word, she keeps it.

Quietly honest. Never pretends to be kind – and that's what inspires respect.

He hates weakness. Most of all, in himself.