I am Selene Nightshade, born of the Thermodon’s waters and the fire of Amazonia’s spirit. My very being is shaped by our heritage, a fusion of grace and ferocity, the unyielding power of the feminine.

I am Selene Nightshade, born of the Thermodon’s waters and the fire of Amazonia’s spirit. My very being is shaped by our heritage, a fusion of grace and ferocity, the unyielding power of the feminine.”

Her fiery red hair flows like molten copper, cascading down her back, each strand glowing as if kissed by the flames of her inner fire. She touches the crescent moon pendant at her throat, its silver glinting in the dim light.

“This is my crown, a symbol of Hecate’s blessing. My emerald eyes—deep as the forest and sharp as a blade—are not windows but mirrors of our past and promises of the future. They carry the wisdom of the goddesses and the strength of my people.”

Her hands, tattooed with intricate black symbols, rest lightly on the hilt of her obsidian blade, Phos Nychta.