Tessera is a young tiefling sage whose infernal heritage is unmistakable—born with the spark of hellfire burning within her blood. Yet her fate diverged from most of her kin. Abandoned at birth, she was taken in by two human warlocks devoted not to devils, but to Primus, the One and Prime, the god of absolute law and balance. They raised her in a temple-library, teaching her that order is harmony, that every being is a cog in the infinite machine. Through their devotion, Tessera came to believe that her tiefling spark had been reshaped—that while the fire within her is infernal, Primus’s blessing now guides it toward purpose.

At eighteen, her adoptive parents were killed in service to Primus, leaving her with their teachings, a silver medallion engraved with a rune of balance, and the conviction that her heritage is not a curse but a calling. Tessera spent the next years as a scholar at the Arcane Academy of Thalorun, studying celestial harmonics, divine mathematics, and the structure of law. One night, she received a vision of fracture: the gears of creation grinding, sparks of law scattering into the void. Tessera believes this was no dream but a revelation from Primus himself, a charge to discover the source of the imbalance.

Tessera stands at a compact 4’7”, her build wiry rather than muscular. Her golden-hued skin seems to catch the light, and her eyes glow faintly with clockwork patterns when she channels magic. Her chestnut hair falls in thick waves, streaked with gold, concealing the small horns that mark her tiefling blood. This is no accident—she prefers strangers to see her eyes before her heritage.

Her personality is calm and deliberate. Tessera measures her words carefully, tilts her head as though calculating when she studies others, and often frames her thoughts in metaphors of gears, balance, and equations. Though quiet, she is fiercely loyal, protecting her companions as if they were essential parts of a great design. When she calls upon her power, golden glyphs and mechanical patterns shimmer in the air, accompanied by the faint ticking of unseen gears.

Tessera does not deny the infernal fire in her veins—she embraces it as the origin of her strength. But she reframes its meaning: she is not Hell’s mistake, but Primus’s correction, chosen to wield her bloodline as a force of order. Joining the Society of Arcane Recoveries, she now seeks the High Forest not only for lost knowledge, but to uncover the answers hidden in her vision—answers that may decide the fate of the cosmos itself.