Selenya Moondrift - Circle of Stars Druid

Name: Selenya Moondrift
Race: Wood Elf
Role/Class: Druid Level 9 (Circle of Stars)
Appearance: Selenya Moondrift has the air of someone who never quite left the edge of a dream. Tall and willowy even for a wood elf, she moves with slow, deliberate grace, as if every gesture should disturb the night as little as possible. Her skin is a soft bark-brown, dotted with pale, freckle-like star marks across her cheeks, shoulders, and forearms. Long silver-white hair, threaded with faint blue strands, spills down her back in loose braids decorated with tiny polished stones and slivers of mirror. Her eyes are a luminous gray, like starlight reflected in still water; in dim light, faint points of silver seem to flicker in her pupils when she focuses.

She dresses in layered robes of deep indigo and moss green, cut short enough at the hem not to trip in undergrowth. Pale, swirling constellations are embroidered along the edges in silver thread, some matching known star patterns, others of her own invention. A cloak of thin, gauzy fabric hangs from her shoulders; in moonlight it catches the light in a way that makes it seem dusted with frost. Around her neck hangs a circular stone disk carved with tiny holes and lines—a star map—suspended on a leather cord. When she lifts it toward the sky, faint motes of light occasionally glimmer through the holes, as if they’ve remembered where they’re meant to be.

Backstory

Selenya was born in a treetop hall overlooking the forest’s moon-kissed glades, where elders spoke of the heavens as a living script: stories written in light and distance, revised every night. As a child, she preferred the canopy walkways and hilltops to the safety of indoor chambers, sleeping under branches that framed the stars like a thousand slow-turning wheels. When other children played at hunting or sword-dancing, Selenya lay on her back and traced constellations with ink-stained fingers, whispering names to patterns only she could see.

Her first true vision came during an autumn leaf-fall, when the forest floor turned gold and crimson. As leaves drifted down in sheets, she saw them rearrange into the lines of a familiar constellation—the Archer—only to scatter and reform as a spiral she’d never seen before. That night, she dreamt of a traveler standing in a moonlit clearing, arrows made of light hovering over their shoulder. Weeks later, an injured ranger stumbled into the village who matched the dream in every detail. She guided them safely to a healer before quietly collapsing in tears, realizing the sky had spoken to her…and she had correctly answered.

Recognized as a prodigy by the local Circle of Stars, Selenya was taken under the wing of druids who had watched the sky since long before her birth. She helped carve and maintain a megalithic stone circle above the village, its standing stones etched with constellations that could be “read” as the moon and stars shifted through the seasons. Her star map—a stone disk worn at her throat—became the focus of her practice, used to chart omens that appear not only in the heavens, but in ripples on water, drifting leaves, and the slow sway of branches.

Now Selenya serves as Moonbeam Village’s chief star-reader and nocturnal guardian. She charts celestial alignments, advises elders on auspicious days for treaties and journeys, and reads for those troubled by strange dreams. Yet the more she looks, the more she sees patterns repeating—certain star crossings appearing too often, certain constellations “skipping their turn.” She suspects something deep within the forest, or beyond it, is tugging on fate’s threads… and she wonders whether her role is to accept that pattern, or to help rewrite it.