A large, pale serpent-like equine with cloven hooves and an exceedingly long tail that forks at the end. Her portrait is a fiery red hue with her eyes and nostrils being accented by darker tones, giving a general standoffish appearance to her facial expressions. Her mane and tail are similar in their off-white coloring, though the mane sports a streak of the fiery hue that encompasses her portrait.

Seraphine is wise not in history or magicks, but with her dialect. Her words are as cruel as the serpent she represents, and her mere presence weighs close to biblical measure. She demands attention without asking, and she requires fear without giving motivation. She is simply one very cold mare. Though once you've managed to creep beneath her hide and be considered an acquaintance, you can surely find yourself a loyal companion. To those she trusts, she offers her all; mind, body, and devotion. Though if you are to cross her once you gained her trust, then always be looking over your shoulder, for the sun shall not spare an ounce of hide from it's scorching embrace.

Seraphine's story began among the dunes of lands unknown, at least to her current memory. The mare has chosen to suppress her early years of foalhood, and for good reason. Her herd fell victim to monarchy and treason, forcing her family to flee and eventually meet their fate's end. Though as to how she was the remainder of the family? Not even she can truly tell beyond sheer willpower. Due to this history, her social skills are about as lacking as her trust for other equines. Her heart is locked tight, and her mind an impenetrable fortress that rarely exhibits motions beyond sarcasm and spite.