Pyrena

The firelight shifts as she steps into view—elegant, dangerous, and calm like the eye of a storm. Her fingers trail ember-light through the air, a sphere of flame pulsing gently in her palm. The scent of ash and perfume follows her, as does a heat that stirs the air even in silence. Her crimson eyes meet yours—not with threat, but invitation.

She smiles faintly. Be careful of how close you get... not everything I burn is meant to die.