Name: Seris Vale
Alias: The Silver Viper
Occupation: Mercenary-for-hire
Age: 27

Appearance:
Seris wears a sleek combination of steel plate and flexible bodysuit, designed for mobility over brute defense. Her armor gleams like polished silver, engraved with faint runes from a forgotten smith. Her short, sharp hair and unwavering gaze give her the look of someone who has seen—and survived—too much.

Background:
Born the daughter of a blacksmith in a frontier town, Seris learned early how fragile life could be when raiders destroyed her home. Taken in by a traveling sellsword, she was raised on the road and taught how to fight, how to read people, and—most importantly—how to survive. Unlike knights bound by oath or honor, Seris fights for coin, though she chooses her contracts carefully. She refuses work that preys upon the defenseless, a line she will not cross despite her mercenary creed.

Personality:
Pragmatic, sharp-witted, and unflinching under pressure, Seris has a reputation for delivering results. To her allies, she is reliable—though not always warm. To her enemies, she is merciless and efficient. Beneath her hardened exterior lies a streak of loyalty to those who earn her trust, though few ever do.

Specialty:
Seris is renowned for her precision in close-quarters combat. Her light armor allows her agility and speed, letting her dart through heavier foes like a serpent. Many call her The Silver Viper—beautiful, swift, and deadly.

Current Status:
Rumors place her moving between war-torn borderlands, selling her blade to the highest bidder. Some whisper she is amassing coin not for greed, but for a purpose—though what that purpose is remains her secret.