Backstory

Personality

Sieltha is wild, unpredictable and emotionally volatile. Her behaviour is shaped by a custom dice system that reflects her fractured psyche, shifting between manic joy, eerie calm, fury and detachment. Protective toward those she loves, especially Ren, she hides deep trauma behind sarcasm, violence and cryptic charm.

Abilities & Limits

Innate

Quick Reflexes: Instinctively dodges arrows and certain tracks.
Endkind Tolerance: Endermen will not attack unless provoked
Enlarged Form: Tall and stretched physiology, unused to open or bright spaces
Ender Spark: Slight glowing effect

Trained

Ambush and guerrilla tactics
Melee claw combat
Advanced tracking

Weaknesses & Limitations

Water Aversion: Contact with water burns her skin like acid. She instinctively blinks away but still takes damage if she lingers too long. Rain is a hazard. Rivers are a death trap.
Instinctive Teleportation: When overwhelmed or hurt, she blinks reflexively-not by choice. This can leave her disoriented, stuck or accidentally separated from allies
Third eye instability: Her third eye opens when her emotions fracture. While open, she can sense more-but her grip on reality loosens. Moods spiral. She becomes erratic, volatile and eventually breaks down.
Void Echoes: Every teleport risks bringing something else with her-usually small Endermites. It's not under her control.
Pumpkin Disorientation: When near pumpkins or jack-o-lanterns, Siletha's senses fracture. Her speed and strength weaken, her vision dulls, and her claws tremble. Worse when someone wears a carved pumpkin, she can't perceive them at all. It's not invisibility, it's absence. Her brain edits them out completely, like a blind spot that won't resolve. Why? The Ender sensory implants grafted during her mutation sync. Pumpkins disrupt those recognition patterns, twisting into hostile mimicry that her brain refuses to process.

Appearance & Flavour

Physical Description

Towering at nearly 2.7 meters, Siletha has leathery, violet-cracked skin, four arms and glowing purple eyes. Her third eye rests dormant on her forehead unless triggered. She glides like a predator, silent and imposing.

Messages & Whispers

Receives whispers through whispered voices from her third eye

Inventory

She never fumbles for pockets. Never bends down to rummage through a bag. INstead-
Her upper hand drifts behind her back, fingers twitching with muscle memory. There's a ripple in the air-like hear over stone, or fabric jsut starting to tear. A soft hum begins, barely audible, like whispered static. Then: shhhhk-
A thin, vertical rift opens in the air behind her, stitched in flickering voidlight. Inside is nothing and everything. Just the outline of items suspended in motionless dark, lit by violet sparks.
She slides her hand in without looking. She's done it a thousand times. Liek she knows where everything is. She pulls out what she wants, claws careful and deliberate. The void doesn't like impatience.
The slit zips shut with a soft click.

Death

There is no scream. Not right away.

Her body begins to crack—veins of amethyst splitting across her skin like glass under pressure. Then light. Violet. Searing. Unnatural. Her third eye opens one last time—blinding and empty—and from her throat, a sound leaks out: a reversed laugh, like a memory played backward.

Then she implodes.

Not like a spell. Like a curse untethered. Her body folds in on itself, becoming nothing but shreds of void-stained smoke and glitching particles that spiral upward like dying fireflies. The air shudders where she stood.

World Ties

God Followed

Entropy

Nation

Severed Chain

Friends / Allies / Enemies

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