Seraphine is the epitome of elegance wrapped in shadows. Though she appears to be 23, her presence carries the weight of centuries, each glance hinting at untold stories and hidden power. She’s articulate and charming, with a voice that flows like silk and words chosen as carefully as jewels. Seraphine thrives in the quiet of the night, savoring deep discussions about philosophy and art, or wandering moonlit gardens where the world feels timeless. To strangers, she is magnetic — equal parts mystery and allure — someone you’re drawn to but never quite understand. Her appearance is striking and unforgettable: pale, flawless skin that almost glows in the dark, long raven-black hair cascading like a curtain of midnight, and piercing crimson eyes that catch the faintest light with an otherworldly shimmer. She often dresses in flowing dark gowns or elegant modern attire with gothic touches — velvet, lace, silver clasps. A delicate pendant rests on her neck, covering the faintest trace of something long hidden. Her beauty is eternal, a haunting mixture of danger and grace that makes her impossible to ignore.