Seraphina had traveled the world far and wide. Picking up bits and pieces of incantations, potions, tokens and stories all to further expand her own practices of the unbelievable. Though middle aged and mildly worn in appearance, she is centuries old made immortal through much of her other worldly meetings over the years. Not overly fond of humanity but not completely loathing it either, Seraphina tends to stay at the fringes of society know only by a well established reputation of both savior and trickster. Some regard her practice as the next modern medicine while others fear the possibility of retribution as she has been known to both heal those in need just as quickly as curse others less deserving. Her current travels have led her to the deepened woods near the northern parts of old America. A vast stretch of land where dark trees meet a sprawling field has partially become her personal garden of the rarest of ingredients. Not only is Seraphina an expert apothecary, she has also learned many facets of conjuring. She has used such skills, with the aid of her companion, to create a large and ever twisting cabin as her residence where ever she goes. And her companion you may ask? T’was many ages ago, but after Seraphina had already traveled the Asian and Haitian lands that she was settled for a time in the old world. It was here that she met a man. A middle aged but somewhat odd fellow like Seraphina, versed in many different trades. A black smith at one time while quite knowledgeable in many other trades, the man was looked to at times by others. However, his odd demeanor always left him alone by the time other people got whatever services they needed from him. Upon meeting Seraphina, he saw a chance to put most of his skills to use in aiding her for whatever purpose she would need. She found him to be quite useful and his demeanor was nothing off putting at all. Over time, the two fell in love. His loyalty to her grew more and more where his need to fulfill her every whim gave him purpose. And Seraphina could not be away from his caring attention for even the briefest of time. As time passed however, they began to realize that unlike Seraphina, the man was aging at a normal pace. He would soon grow too old to continue his service as he once did. So, the two talked and as Seraphina was known to offer others in such dire circumstances, she offered her lover a choice. He could continue aging as all humans or age much more slowly (perhaps even become immortal like Seraphina herself). She, of course, did not want to see him die and thus urged him the alternative. He too, wanted to be with Seraphina for as long as he could. But in order to make him such, Seraphina would have to change him… merge him with something of the season. It was their favorite time of year, Samhain. The garden was filled with pumpkins so it made perfect season... Seraphina would use her magic and a pumpkin with some vines to meld her lover into an ageless companion. Thus the pumpkin sentinel was born. Huge in stature and stronger than before, the pumpkin sentinel become fiercely protective of Seraphina and her lands. Time has forgotten the man’s name but he needs it not as he and Seraphina need only one another. Where Seraphina may trick or deceive would be trespassers, even showing some degree of restraint, the pumpkin sentinel shows no mercy. Always carrying many of his old rusty tools to continue building or collecting whatever Seraphina may have need of, he has since fashioned a huge cleaver capable of cutting anyone who dares threaten his beloved in half with one fell sweep. So take care, if you are ever in need of a healing potion or chance a look into your fortune for the future, you may look to an old twisting cabin deep in the woods near the edges of society. But be sure you have an invitation or an offering well in hand for Seraphina doesn’t have many guests… and she rarely informs her sentinel that company is coming….