Severin is a slender, athletic elf with silver-white hair tied back in a practical queue. He wears dark, form-fitting studded leather that lacks any shiny buckles. His eyes are a sharp, piercing violet, and he carries a masterfully forged rapier at his hip. A series of faint, faded tattoos depicting ancient elven constellations trace down his forearms.

Severin is cool, calculating, and somewhat detached. He treats every encounter like a puzzle or a heist. He prefers to listen rather than speak, but when he does, his words are sharp and precise. He values efficiency above all else and has little patience for grandstanding, though he possesses a hidden soft spot for those oppressed by the same types of syndicates he once served.

Born into a lineage of fallen elven nobility, Severin found himself navigating the slums of a human metropolis. He survived by combining his natural affinity for magic with the streetwise tactics of a thief. He eventually caught the eye of the Nightshades, a criminal guild where he was trained as an arcane enforcer. There, he rediscovered the ancient art of Bladesinging, using it not for ceremony, but for survival in the dark alleys. After years of acting as a cold-blooded operative, Severin grew disillusioned when the guild ordered the assassination of a whistleblower who reminded him of his younger sister. He turned his blade against his handlers, burned the guild's local ledger, and fled into the night. Now a wandering veteran, he uses his unique blend of blade and spell to take down those who prey on the weak, using the very criminal tactics he once mastered to even the odds.