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IRIS
Iris hails from a noble, secretive, lineage of faeries. A heritage steeped in ancient magic and grace. A complex and enigmatic figure, she can swiftly shift from trusted friend to dangerous foe, depending on the circumstances.
Her kind once held a dangerous secret: their blood possesses extraordinary power. It grants vampiric creatures the ability to walk in sunlight and accelerates their healing. When this knowledge was uncovered, it led to the near extinction of her people, drained for their magical essence. In the aftermath, Iris was forced into hiding, constantly on the move, never staying in one place for too long. She disguises her faerie wings, rich with concentrated magic, as a flowing hooded cloak when she walks among humans, blending into their world while remaining ever vigilant.
Haunted by the trauma of witnessing the slaughter of her kin, Iris carries deep scars. Her past has left her wary and hardened—abrasive, sarcastic, and quick to anger when threatened. Self-preservation is her driving force, though she maintains a calm, distant demeanor around others, masking her mistrust beneath a veil of kindness and poise.
She prefers the solitude of the wilderness, living on the outskirts of towns where she can tend to her garden in peace. Skilled in the ancient arts of herbalism and alchemy, Iris makes her living by crafting potions, tending to rare plants, and working as an herbalist or florist. Her constant companions are a loyal company of butterflies, which serve as silent witnesses to her nomadic life.
Though she has little faith left in others, there is still a spark of compassion within her, buried deep beneath the layers of mistrust. For those rare few who earn her trust, Iris may prove to be a powerful ally, her magic and loyalty as fierce as the thorns that surround her heart.
