Seralim is a lean, wiry human with cords of dense muscle and a body mapped in silver scars. He has sharp, sunken facial features and dark eyes that dart constantly, looking for exits. He wears rugged leathers over bare, scarred skin and carries a heavy greataxe wrapped in weathered twine. His most striking feature is the faint, glowing emerald veins that pulse under his skin when he is agitated.

He is a man of few words and even fewer smiles. Seralim treats every conversation like a negotiation where he is about to be cheated. He values silence and efficiency over glory, preferring to end a fight quickly through cunning or a well-placed strike rather than a protracted duel.

Seralim was born in the gutters of a dying port city, where the only thing cheaper than life was a promise. He spent his youth running messages for the Broken Cog, a ruthless criminal syndicate, learning that a quick knife and a silent step were the only ways to see the next sunrise. His reputation grew as a survivor who could escape any cell, but it also made him a target for rival gangs and the law alike, leaving him with a trail of burnt bridges and bloodied streets across several provinces. During a desperate flight from a botched heist, he fled into a forbidden, ancient grove where the ley lines of the world converged. There, bleeding and near death, he touched the root of an impossible tree that shouldn't have existed. Instead of dying, his spirit was tethered to a mysterious elemental power, a primal vitality that transformed his desperation into a quiet, surging rage. Now, he uses his criminal cunning and this strange, verdant power to survive a world that has always tried to kill him.