Seraphine Vey

Human • Mage • Choatic Neutral

Age: 31

Gender: Female

Languages: Common, Elvish

Occupation: Fortune Teller, Mystique

Location: Bazaar, Fortune Teller Shop, Circus

Adventure Hooks: Offers cryptic warnings, fortunetelling, having trouble with former clients

A mysterious female human fortune teller in purple robes, waving her hands over a glowing crystal orb.

Appearance.

Seraphine wears flowing deep-purple robes embroidered with gold accents, giving her an air of quiet theatricality. Her dark hair curls beneath her hood, framing intense eyes that seem to read more than just expressions. She moves with slow, deliberate grace, as if every gesture is part of a ritual.

Personality.

Seraphine speaks in a calm, melodic tone, often pausing for effect or to heighten a sense of mystery—sometimes intentionally, sometimes because she lost her train of thought. She enjoys the art of showmanship but deeply believes that intuition is a real and powerful tool. She treats strangers with solemn respect, though she occasionally slips into dry humor when least expected.

Backstory.

She learned fortune reading from a traveling mentor who valued intuition over arcana. After years of wandering with various caravans, Seraphine settled down to offer readings in smaller communities. Her life has been quiet, shaped more by people-watching and listening to their stories.

Motivations.

Seraphine wants to help people find clarity, even if she can only offer a nudge rather than answers, though she not above fooling the naive. She is also quietly trying to refine her own intuitive methods to make them more consistent.

Flaws.

She occasionally believes her own theatrics a little too much and sometimes gives advice with more confidence than accuracy. Her evasive mystique often times bleeds over into everyday where it is more hindering than anything else.

Secrets.

She uses simple tricks like cold and hot reading on her clients and keeps the fact that she is a fully capable divination mage hidden. She had a fallout with her mentor and, since then, holds a quiet grudge, always slipping a little unlucky omen to older men.