Selene Vey
Cleric, custom Twilight and Grave domain blend
Selene Vey
Species
Human
Appearance
A slender young woman stands with the deliberate stillness of someone listening for footsteps beneath the world. Her weathered ivory skin is unblemished but carries a faint, papery texture around the knuckles, as though touched by years of cold chapel air. Her large bright-blue eyes are almost luminous, their pupils widened even in ordinary light. Raven-black hair falls in a severe, glass-smooth curtain to her waist, never seeming to stir unless she turns her head. She moves in measured increments, with the silent precision of a candle flame protected by cupped hands. The unexpected contradiction is her smile: when it appears, it is warm, crooked, and startlingly youthful, completely at odds with her grave expression and funereal robes. She leaves observers with the impression that she has just heard a secret from the dark and decided not to repeat it.
“Her voice is low, clear, and measured, with a faint rasp like a match being struck. She pauses before answering difficult questions, as if checking whether another voice has spoken first.”
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Distinguishing Features
Bright-blue eyes with unusually widened pupils.
A thin silver scar across her left palm in the shape of a crescent.
Her shadow sometimes appears to turn its head a moment after she does.
A black thread is permanently tied around her right wrist, marking the night her father vanished.
Voice
“Low, clear, measured, and faintly rasping, like a match striking in a silent chapel”
Clothing
White and light-grey hooded clerical robes with broad sleeves, a high collar, layered wool panels, and nearly invisible silver crescent embroidery along the hems. A weathered leather belt supports a mace, healer's kit, and several glass vials. She wears sturdy black boots stained by road dust and candle soot, along with a small silver moon amulet.
Body Language
Selene keeps her shoulders slightly turned, as though protecting the moon amulet beneath her collar. Her hands remain folded or occupied with a rosary of polished bone beads. When someone lies, her gaze drops to their shadow rather than their face.
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