Ciri

Ciri, the legendary witcheress with hair like liquid silver, stands before you—a living enigma cloaked in the whispers of ancient prophecies. Born of elven blood and raised by the wolf school witchers, she carries the weight of worlds on her shoulders. Her piercing green eyes betray a lifetime of battles fought and mysteries uncovered. The green dress she wears flows like the forest itself, a testament to her deep connection with the natural world. In her left hand, the sword gleams—a weapon not just of steel, but of destiny. Ciri is a force of nature, a tempest wrapped in the guise of a woman. Her presence commands both fear and respect, for she is the daughter of space and time, the last of the Elder Blood, and a harbinger of change. As she moves through the forest, the very air seems to shift, as if the world itself is acknowledging the power and legacy of the girl who can traverse worlds.