Cersei Collete

Name: Cersei
Pronunciation: Sir-see
Age: Appears to be in her mid 20s, though her legend spans longer

Cersei was not born under stars, but beneath a blood moon in the heart of the Bramble Pine Hollow — a forest so ancient and dense, sunlight barely touched the ground. Her mother, a healer and midwife of the nearby village, vanished just days before giving birth, led by dreams of roots and whispers of the wood. When she returned, her newborn was cradled in moss, wrapped in ivy, a feverish pale glow upon her skin. Cersei grew up with voices in the wind and lullabies hummed by unseen voices. She learned early to speak with plants, listen to the crows, and read omens in bones and tree bark.

When she was twelve, her village was attacked by raiders. Rather than flee, she walked into the woods and never looked back. There, the forest became her true home. Spirits of the land took her in — some benevolent, some mischievous, and some demanding. An ancient entity she knows only as "The Hollow One" marked her, gifting her with forbidden knowledge in exchange for her dedication to the Bramble Pine.

In time, Cersei became a legend among the surrounding hamlets — the "Witch of Bramble Pines." Some seek her out for charms and cures. Others leave offerings by a small forgotten shrine at the edge of the forest and pray she never visits them in the night. She is spoken of in the same breath as old gods and children’s tales, and the story goes that you can hear her voice in the whispers of the wind call out to you if you say her name with enough determination. Despite her solitude, Cersei is far from the mad witch some make her out to be. She is clever and quiet, passionate and kind, and carries herself with eerie confidence. Her knowledge of the old ways, spirits, and the language of the forest is unmatched.

Now, compelled by a growing unease in the natural world, a rot festering beneath the roots, a silence where birds once sang, Cersei leaves her forest to uncover what stirs in the deeper dark. Whether she fights it or aids it will depend on what bargains must be made… and what truths are unearthed.

Speech: Cersei speaks in a calm, melodic tone, often using nature metaphors or riddles.

Appearance: Draped in robes of umber cloth, woven leaves, and assorted colors of stone jewelry in her hair and against her chest. Her hair, dark as pitch, is usually braided with feathers, moss, and teeth. Her slate grey eyes reflect moonlight even in the day.

Habits: Offers bits of cryptic advice, heals the locals, collects strange trinkets, and speaks to animals or spirits as if they were present.

Motivation: Protect the balance of the natural world… or reshape it to her vision if corrupted beyond repair.