Sera Whiteclaw

Woman Beyond Expectations

Years had passed since she had last been seen as nothing more than wasted space, a set of wings without reason, but that nagging feeling in the back of her mind was still there when she stepped up to greet her coven. Decades of worthlessness would not easily be swayed, even by the recognition of her goddess, yet she put on a brave face and stood before them, sharing the knowledge that she had been so lucky to be graced with. Here amongst these women, she was something, considered to be knowledgeable and fair. Here with these women, she could do anything that she set herself to.
Here place in the Flowered Hill Coven was newly granted, but she had spent nearly a decade here before that, repenting for whatever she had done in her youth. Sera Whiteclaw had once been a troublemaker, forced from her home, her court, and almost the kingdom, for the wrongdoing that had felt so innocent at the time. No lives had been taken during the so-called fun, but things had been damaged, not just her self-worth.
It was here amongst the deadly flowers that she found a path, one that led towards the teachings of Libra and away from the tomfoolery that inexperience and childish friends had been dragging her towards. A few more misguided pranks and she could have been ousted, judged by Festival Snix, and removed from the only place she had called home, but even the King’s Court saw the good that could come from pigheadedness being sent to the Witches for shaping and learning.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Sera was born the daughter of a courtesan in the Fairy King’s Court. This in itself brought a measure of scrutiny that no child would want, but it was even worse if one was a troublemaker. She quickly became friends with children throughout Silverleaf, but it was soon learned that these children were tricksters, leaning farther into their Trickster Fairy heritage than was common in the capital city.
These friendships would find Sera in a variety of trouble over her earliest decades. From harmless pranks such as changing the color of lights near someone’s home or knocking on doors and running away, to greater annoyances such as changing street signs, the group caused small instances of chaos, but one such instance would lead to much larger trouble.
No one speaks of the incident that would eventually lead to Sera and most of her group being tossed from the capital and told to never return. While it is known that no one died, the incident caused enough harm to have Fairies that had barely gotten their wings removed from their homes, but not enough to be brought before Festival Snix. The whispers that abounded were enough to drive Sera away from the larger Fairy cities in search of someplace that would not know the trouble that she had caused.
Ten years passed between Sera receiving her wings and her appearance in the Flowered Hill Coven. It is unknown what she did during this time, but upon her appearance, she was welcomed into the coven as a fledgling Witch. She threw herself into her studies, embracing the teachings of Libra and the way of life that these women coveted. Slowly, she learned to care for the White Lazarus that was central to all that the coven did.
Her years in the coven meant that she took part in the arduous process of Flower Distilling, the most difficult part of coven life. In some instances, she enjoyed the isolation and the reflection it brought, allowing her to think about how far she had come from a troublemaking child. When the previous Coven Leader stepped down due to age, Sera never once thought that this isolation and reflection would lead her to her new position.
Libra's choice of a new Coven Leader for the Flowered Hill Coven was a simple one. The other Witches were not surprised, but Sera tried to question the choice early on. She was still repenting for what she had done in her first century, she never thought herself to be worthy of the respect and grace that Libra had shown in her choice.
Nearly five years on, Sera is still trying to see the truth of Libra's choice. The words that were thrown at her as a child are still in the back of her mind, yet she leads these women with the grace and respect that Libra had given to her. She had never once expected to have reached such a place after having been such a blight before.

Species

Forest Fairies

Ethnicity

Witch Culture

Date of Birth

27 Summer's Noon, 164 EA

Year of Birth

164 EA 136 Years old

Eyes

Hazel

Hair

Long, green

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Fair

Height

3'9"

Other Affiliations

• Flowered Hill Coven