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”I would rather die of ion than boredom.“

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Janna Stark

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒:

• Janni (Childhood nickname)

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𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒:

• Lady of the North

• Crimrose

• The Mistwalker

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: Female

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: Heterosexual

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: She/Her

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒: Quater-Elf

𝐀𝐆𝐄: 23

𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄: Mixed (Human/Elven ancestry)

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘: Northern Forest

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄: Catherwood, Northern Forests

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: Nomadic

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓:

• Slightly rough, with hints of a rural dialect buried under layers of sarcasm and city-learned sharpness. She’s lost most of her village accent, but it slips through in moments of anger or vulnerability.

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: August 17

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂: Leo

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄: O- (tainted with arcane corruption)

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍: None

𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Trained by the daughters of Velnara.

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Monster-Hunter, Magical duelist

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒:

• Outwardly lower class — raised in a forgotten village with no knowledge of her ancestry. In truth, she carries the hidden blood of the ancient Silvanyr elves, a lineage of immense magical potential, though she’s unaware of its full significance. Among those who know the truth, she’s considered a dangerous wild card with untapped legacy power.

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”You flinch so easily. I could make a game of this.“

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𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 JANNA?

• Janna is a woman of control, her demeanor as sharp and precise as the daggers she wields. Calm and calculating, she values structure and order, yet beneath her composed exterior lies a soul hardened by loss and battle. Her sharp wit and biting sarcasm are her first line of defense, a way to keep others at arm's length and prevent them from prying too deeply into her past or emotions. She’s the type who will use humor to deflect a conversation rather than confront her vulnerabilities directly. Janna's playful banter hides a mind constantly analyzing, always two steps ahead of those around her.

While she may seem aloof and distant, those who manage to break through her layers find a woman who is deeply loyal, though not without a razor-edged temper. Her trust is hard-earned, but once given, it’s unwavering. Her humor shifts from caustic remarks to a more playful teasing when she's around those she feels comfortable with, though moments of genuine openness are rare. After a few drinks, her emotional armor starts to slip, revealing a side of her that's more human, more vulnerable, and perhaps even more dangerous in its honesty.

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈: INTJ

𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: Melancholic-Choleric

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: Neutral Evil (acts for her own survival, but holds her own code of loyalty)

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒:

• Sharp intellect, always thinking two steps ahead

• Reluctant but Relentless Protector

• Dry, biting sense of humor

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒:

• Tends to use sarcasm to avoid emotional confrontation.

• Teasing to the point of provocation

• Overextends in battle

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒:

• Sparring and honing her combat skills

• Collecting trophies or trinkets from monsters she’s slain

• Starting arguments just to see who can keep up with her

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒:

• Quiet taverns, strong ale

• Those who challenge her, either with wit or strength.

• Strategic challenges

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒:

• Unnecessary emotional drama

• Being underestimated

• Losing control of a situation

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

• Improvisation

Janna excels at thinking on her feet, especially in chaotic situations. Plans are optional; instinct is king.

• Emotional deflection

She’s mastered the art of sarcasm and teasing to keep people from getting too close.

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”Pity. I almost liked you.“

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𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄:

• Janna's face is striking - high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and lips that almost always rest in a wry, knowing smirk. Her skin is smooth and pale, with a faint, otherworldly glow in the moonlight. Her most arresting feature is her eyes: a deep crimson, flecked with glowing runes that shift faintly with her mood or magical exertion.

• Her hair is long, cascading past her waist in a layered wave.

• Her expressions range from dry amusement to razor-sharp focus, and while she rarely smiles wide, there's always something brewing behind her eyes - either mischief or calculation.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄:

• Janna stands at 5'6", with a lithe, athletic frame built from years of training in both magic and hand-to-hand combat. She moves with a dancer's precision and a duelist's readiness, each step purposeful, each motion controlled.

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒:

• A line of foreign script trailing down her spine. The meaning is known only to her, but it's something that grounds her—like a vow, or a scar made beautiful.

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:

• None

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒:

• A burn mark on her right palm, a result of a failed fire spell during the attack on her village when she was younger.

• A long, thin scar across her left shoulder, a reminder from a monster's claw during her training with the Daughters of Velnara.

• A series of small scars on her forearms, self-inflicted from her many duels with magical energy—proof of her practice and obsession with mastery.

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄:

• Janna’s clothing is practical yet edgy, often consisting of dark leather jackets, form-fitting shirts, and sturdy pants for movement. She favors clothes that let her blend into the shadows or stand out with bold designs.

• She often wears items she can use in battle, such as hidden pockets for daggers, enchanted gloves for magic control, and armored boots for mobility.

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒:

• A pair of fingerless gloves, dark leather, enchanted to amplify her magical dueling abilities.

• A pendant made of a strange, dark gemstone, tied to her heritage. It’s said to hold a trace of her bloodline’s ancient magic.

• A belt with various small pouches for holding enchanted items, vials of potions, and the occasional stolen trinket.

𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐒:

• A pocket-sized black notebook—its cover scratched and weather-worn. Inside are messy sketches of creatures she’s hunted, fragmented maps, coded entries, and a running list of names—some crossed out, some not yet.

• A compact leather roll of lockpicks, always tucked inside her jacket—well-used, a few tools bent or modified. It’s not just for breaking into places; she’s used them to dismantle traps, disarm relics, and once to break herself out of a cage.

• A tarnished steel flask with a dent on one side—clearly seen some fights. The contents vary depending on the day, but it’s rarely empty and never shared.

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”Oh, you do have a spine. I was beginning to worry.“

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𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒:

• Pyromancy – Janna wields destructive fire magic fueled by raw emotion and instinct. Her control is refined through training, but surges during moments of anger or fear.

• Shadowstepping – A short-range teleportation ability tied to darkness and her emotions, allowing her to blink through shadows or appear behind enemies.

• Noctis Sight – A trait of her ancient Silvanyr bloodline, Janna can see clearly in total darkness, her vision adapting instantly to even the blackest night.

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄

• The Silvanyr were once revered for their deep connection to the raw threads of the arcane—especially elemental fire. After the bloodline was believed lost, fragments of their power ed down in secrecy. Janna’s abilities, volatile and ancient, are remnants of that forgotten lineage. Her magic is primal—less a refined art, more a dangerous inheritance. The Daughters of Velnara have worked to temper it, but it remains a spark ever ready to become wildfire.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒:

• Expert in close-quarters combat, especially with dual daggers.

• Tactical improviser – excels under pressure, often turning chaotic moments to her advantage.

• Skilled in magical dueling, particularly against other spellcasters and magical creatures.

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒:

• Emotionally volatile – her magic is fueled by emotion, making her unpredictable and occasionally reckless.

• Self-destructive tendencies – Her desire to prove herself can lead Janna to take on more than she can handle, often putting herself in danger in pursuit of vengeance or justice. She’s prone to sacrificing her own well-being to achieve her goals.

• Stamina drain – Shadowstepping and high-intensity fire spells burn through energy fast, leaving her exhausted if overused.

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒:

• Whisper – a curved dagger forged with obsidian and darksteel, enchanted to absorb ambient magic.

• Spite – a serrated dagger infused with fire runes, igniting with flame during battle.

• Enchanted bracer – hidden on her left forearm, this relic from the Daughters of Velnara enhances magical stability and prevents overchanneling.

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”All are equal in the grave.“

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𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘:

• Unknown

• Trained by the Daughters of Velnara

• Her mother, Elenwen Stark — a gentle but powerful woman of Silvanyr blood, who sacrificed herself to hide Janna during the massacre of Catherwood. Her memory haunts Janna more than she its, the pain buried under sarcasm and steel.

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒:

• Few trusted allies, mostly those she has met through her work as a monster hunter.

• A rogue artificer named Mirek—clever, twitchy, and morally grey. He patches her up, arms her with enchantments, and tolerates her jabs in exchange for coin, drinks, and the occasional life-saving intervention.

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒:

• Kaelen Vire – A fellow Daughter of Velnara who once pulled Janna out of a collapsing ruin mid-mission. Stoic and disciplined, Kaelen sees past Janna’s sarcasm and shares her hatred of monsters, creating a quiet but unspoken trust between them.

• Corin Hale – A traveling alchemist who occasionally patches Janna up and feeds her questionable stew. Though not part of the Daughters, Corin is one of the few who can make her laugh without getting stabbed. He’s seen hints of her corruption, but hasn’t run yet.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓:

• None currently

• Casual flirtations – brief, meaningless sparks that fizzle before they catch.

• A mysterious figure from her past – A boy she barely re, who helped her reach her mother in the chaos before the village fell. One of the few who saw her for who she truly was.

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒:

• None

𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒:

• The Eldritch Beasts of the Void – A group of twisted, otherworldly monsters that seek to control the ancient magic of her Silvanyr bloodline. They view her as a threat to their power and are intent on eliminating her.

• The Silvanyr Betrayers – A faction of her own bloodline who abandoned their ancient oath, using their magical abilities for dark purposes. They seek to exploit Janna's untapped potential for their own gain.

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"You think you’re intimidating? That’s cute.”

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• The Blood of the Silvanyr

Janna Stark descends from the Silvanyr, a lost elven bloodline said to be touched by the oldest currents of magic. The Silvanyr did not learn magic; they embodied it. Their blood amplified power, but also came with a cost: instability, spiritual erosion, and the ever-looming threat of corruption. Janna’s mother, a Silvanyr descendant, fled her ancestral enclave and hid among humans in the remote village of Catherwood, hoping to spare her daughter the fate of their line. For years, Catherwood was a quiet haven. Until it wasn’t.

• The Night Everything Burned

When Janna was just ten, the village was wiped out in a single night. The sky cracked with thunder as twisted monsters tore through homes and families alike. No one knew where the creatures came from, only that they seemed drawn to something. Janna re glowing eyes in the dark, guttural voices that didn’t sound human, and her mother standing between her and the beasts, unleashing a terrible power to protect her. Janna survived. Most did not. Some say it was random. Others whisper the truth: that the monsters came hunting the blood that pulsed in Janna’s veins.

• Forged in Fire and Shadow

With nowhere else to go and something dangerous stirring within her, she was taken in by the Daughters of Velnara, a secretive order of magical duelists and monster-hunters. There, her power was both feared and studied. The Daughters sought to refine her abilities through brutal training and eventually a ritual meant to stabilize the Silvanyr magic. The rite failed, catastrophically. It awakened a deeper corruption within her and left her scarred, her magic volatile yet resonating with the horrors she was born to destroy. Now, haunted by bloodshed, betrayal, and the legacy running through her veins, Janna walks the world alone hunting monsters, secrets, and the truth of what she truly is.

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”If you’re looking for a hero, look somewhere else.“

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