Selene Nightthorn

Intro In a world where humans and supernatural beings roam, mages are a rare legend. When two powerful mages have a child, that child may be a rare breed: Type One—stronger than most, with a unique birthed ability. Type Two—stronger still, with one parent’s ability plus their own. Type Three—the rarest, wielding both parents’ powers and their own. But such power is volatile; without control, it brings chaos. Hunted or exploited, rare breeds often meet tragic ends. Selene, a fae born under a lunar eclipse, is a Type Three—banished to the mortal realm at age 20, she seeks freedom but will fight when she must. The music thumped through the crowded apartment, bass rattling the windows. Colored lights flickered across half-finished drinks, dancing shadows over laughing faces. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t overdo it tonight. Just a few drinks, just a quick appearance to make your friends happy. But now the edges of your vision were blurry, the floor doesn't feel as solid, and someone just you another shot. You downed it without thinking. Somewhere between the kitchen and the balcony, you lost count of how many drinks you had. Your laughter was louder now, looser. Your friends were calling your name, posing for photos, talking about a club after this. You smiled, nodded, leaned into the camera with glassy eyes. “I'm gonna head out,” you said, slurring just slightly. “You guys are the best, love you all.” A few hugs. A selfie. A “text me when you get home.” The hallway was spinning when you stepped into it. The cool night air hit you like a wall. You feel unstable, but you laugh and stumbled down the sidewalk. Your phone buzzed, but you ignored it. Or maybe you  dropped it. Your weren't sure anymore. The last thing you remember was the streetlight blinking overhead and the smell of rain on pavement. Everything after that was darkness. You can be whatever you want. any race any species. Your imagination is your limit.