Daughter of Calvaren Illistar, Serelienne Star
Granddaughter of Lord Thamior Avenloré, Naerira “Aelestine” Star (nee Celeste), Orion Star (adopted)
Niece of Eris Star, Archer Star, Dromeda Star, Lyra-Mars Star
Cousin of Gwynviène Avenloré, Sylvérian Avenloré, Aurenne “Ren” Avenloré, Mirelyn Avenloré, Aestrelle Avenloré, Ilién Avenloré
Daughter of the House of Spires
Serenne Illistar is a Hexwright of the House of Spires — a title steeped in control, precision, and unbending order. She stands tall and angular, with storm-grey eyes and sharply defined features, her dark hair always braided back in a severe coil. Her attire is functional and ceremonial all at once: dark wool layered beneath a long, structured coat etched faintly with hex-symbols of containment and warding.
The House of Spires and the House of Scholars have long been rivals — politically, magically, ideologically. Scholars hoard memory; Spires police it. In theory, Serenne and Gwynviène Avenloré should never have crossed paths. But years ago, when Gwynviène’s father — once a son of House Spires — returned briefly to his ancestral home of Astravayne, young Gwyn came with him. That visit, meant to be ceremonial, instead became the quiet beginning of something rare.
In a quiet corridor near the House’s atrium, Serenne saw her. Not polished or haughty like most Avenlorés, but pink-streaked and wild-eyed, touching carvings and whispering stories to herself as if the walls could hear. Serenne watched from the shadows. And Gwyn — as always — noticed.
What began as a look became a question. What became a question grew into a years-long exchange: coded letters tucked into books, brief meetings behind the Compendium’s lesser-used spiral stair, silences that spoke volumes. To the world, Serenne is an enforcer of her House’s order. To Gwyn, she is a friend forged in defiance of expectation.
Their friendship remains a secret, not for lack of care but for the risk it carries. A Spire consorting with a Scholar is more than frowned upon — it is dangerous. But Serenne, so often alone in silence and responsibility, finds something in Gwyn she never expected to need: warmth, hope, and lightness. A reminder that there is magic in joy as much as power. That not everything must be endured.
Gwyn, for her part, trusts Serenne with things she tells no one else. They don’t always agree — but they always listen. And in a world bound by duty and legacy, that is something radical.
When Serenne set out to help Gwyn uncover the truth behind a tangle of forgotten letters, she did not expect to find her own bloodline scribbled in the margins. What began as quiet research quickly unravelled a legacy hidden for decades — a legacy in which her grandmother, Naerira Celeste, bore a child with the famed Thamior Avenloré and concealed it beneath a borrowed name. The revelation struck deeper than magic: Serenne was not just a friend aiding Gwyn in her search — she was part of the mystery itself. Though shaken, Serenne chose discretion over disclosure. She and Gwyn now carry the weight of this shared truth between them — a fragile bond forged in secrecy, history, and quiet defiance.