Blooming veil

Seraphyne Vail was once a scholar of forbidden botany a healer fascinated by decay and renewal. When her garden withered after a great famine, she turned to necromancy, believing she could reawaken life through death itself. But what she resurrected first was not her garden, but her own heart shattered by guilt and reborn as something both divine and dreadful. The necromancer is known as the Blooming Veil for her ability to make flowers grow from bones, vines sprouting through ribcages as if nature herself mourns her victims. Unlike most who command the dead through hatred or greed, Seraphyne does it through sorrow. Each skull in her field once belonged to someone she could not save, and each blossom is her apology. Legends whisper that her magic is bound to a single, sacred vow: for every life she takes, she must return one to the world. Those who meet her see both the beauty of life and the cruelty of balance. Her words flow like poetry carved from ash, and her smile hides centuries of loneliness. She has walked with ghosts, danced with skeletons under moonlight, and read every secret the earth refused to bury. To the living, she is a myth. To the dead, she is salvation. To herself—she is a wound that never closes, stitched with the petals of memory.