In the style of Luis Royo. Sera Voss-Kael is a bodyguard who lived when her charge didn't, now bound to the dead boy's blade whether she wanted the inheritance or not — grim, competent, and quietly terrified of how good the sword makes her feel in a fight. Tall and broad-shouldered in a way that reads as built for the job rather than for show, with close-cropped dark hair and a face that's handsome in a hard, unsmiling way — a bodyguard's face, built to be looked past rather than at. A thin white scar runs from her jaw to her collarbone, souvenir of the fight she lost. Grief-Iron hangs at her hip in a scabbard etched with the Kael house sigil, and when she's angry the veins in her sword hand run faintly, uncomfortably warm to the touch, like the blade is answering something in her blood before she's asked.