Female Firbolg Vampire

This towering woodland noble looks like she once gave excellent herbal tea recommendations and now gives eternal darkness instead. Her broad, powerful firbolg frame is wrapped in flowing, old-world garments — layered cloaks, fitted leather, and subtle forest ornamentation that hint at her druidic past… before the whole “undead aristocracy” career pivot.

Her long hair falls in thick waves over her shoulders, threaded with small beads, bone charms, and a few leaves that absolutely should have wilted by now but are somehow still thriving. Her features are strong and serene, with high cheekbones, long ears, and just the faintest hint of fangs visible when she smiles — which she does often, and never for comforting reasons.

One hand holds a gnarled wooden staff that looks grown from a cursed tree, its branches twisted into claw-like shapes. The other lifts slightly, fingers poised in a graceful but predatory gesture, as if she’s about to cast a spell… or politely ask to be invited inside.

Her eyes glow with a soft crimson light, not wild or feral, but calm and calculating — the look of someone who prefers moonlit hunts, quiet forests, and ethically sourced adventurers.

A faint swirl of bats, mist, or drifting leaves circles her base, blending forest magic with classic vampire drama. Roots creep around her feet, but they don’t bind her — they follow.