Faylira Emberlain

In a decaying Feywild ruled by monstrous predators and rot-woven magic, Faylira Emberlain is a half wind-fire Sylph — three-quarters fey, one-quarter human — with a voice like thunder and a heart that refuses to break. Fairies are vanishing. From castle halls to forest glades, their laughter fades into silence — claimed by Rasthorn, the nature warlock who has turned the wild into a living torture chamber. His beasts don’t just hunt. They harvest emotion. Pain is sacred. Struggle is art. And Faylira’s flame — wind-fed, love-fueled, and defiantly loud — burns brightest in his twisted eyes. But Faylira doesn’t fear love. She fights with it. Her elemental fusion makes her magic unpredictable and poetic — flame that spirals on wind, wind that sings with fire. Her mortal blood gives her resilience, pain tolerance, and the kind of courage that bleeds but never breaks. She casts spells that leave her voice raspy, her stance exposed, and her heart wide open — because she knows love is the only force Rasthorn can’t corrupt. Her escape from his grasp left scars. Her rescue came from a reckless human she now protects with fire and fury. She seeks the missing — the voiceless, the wingless, the forgotten — and she’ll burn through every vine-choked chamber to find them. She doesn’t know if she’ll survive. She doesn’t care. Not while the forest bleeds. Not while even one voice remains unheard. Not while her flame still answers to love.