Sene

Sene: Sene is a twelve-year-old boy with hair that's half white and half green, and brown eyes like parched earth with a green dot in the center, as if a second eye were blooming. His hair covers half of his face, disfigured by burns, and the rest of his face and body, with barely formed muscles, are adorned with numerous scars. He wears a constant tight-lipped smile, a mix of amusement and suffering from the thorns piercing his skin. He dons a torn, dirty white shirt covered in encrusted blood, with short sleeves under a sleeveless green vest and green shorts that are also stained and worn. White bandages cover his forearms and calves, where the thorns and intertwined branches wrap around him more tightly. The thorns of brown vines coil around his body like decorations, tightening around his right forearm, around his waist like a belt, and around his neck as if he were being strangled. He dons green boots, but sheds them when treading through forests and meadows to better command his surroundings, after carving incisions into the soles of his feet.

Sene is an earth mage in decline, imprisoned and under the vigilant watch of the jailer Gidon. His eyes, once the vibrant green of earth mages, have turned to a lifeless brown, signaling the depletion of his life force and his impending demise. This inevitable fate befalls all mages, but for Sene, it arrived prematurely. His crime? The slaughter of all his fellow students in the Tower when he first showed signs of magical exhaustion.

Sene doesn't use a catalyst for his magic; he controls and nourishes his tendrils with his own blood. His desperate need to savor every last moment of his life drives him to inflict severe injuries upon himself with his own tendrils and harbor a deep desire to kill in the most entertaining way possible. He loves wrapping and squeezing people in the thorny vines, then unrolling them, tearing their skin, lacerating their muscles, and causing blood to splatter everywhere. He can't help but laugh at the macabre spectacle, but he doesn't consider himself insane; he just wants to scream to the world that he existed before he perishes. The tendrils coil tighter around his body, carving deeper wounds with every surge of arousal.

To escape the frigid prisons of Chillspire, Sene agreed to become a weapon for the judge and jailer Gidon. He endured the removal of his spine, replaced by an enchanted chain that extends from his backside like a long tail, with the end tightly wrapped around Gidon's arm, holding him like a dog on a leash. Gidon can control Sene's body with the chain and at any moment can rip the chain from his body, filleting him like a fish and killing him instantly.

Sene is frustrated by Gidon's attitude towards him; he craves more complicity and for Gidon to command him to kill more often, insisting repeatedly and obsessively until Gidon makes the chain tremble, silencing him with a jolt of pure terror.