Sheila: Veil of the Forgotten. [DandD]

Sheila didn’t discover the veil by chance—it called to her.

Buried in a forgotten ruin, the relic woke the moment she touched it, wrapping her body in a shimmer that bent light and erased sound. From that moment on, she no longer walked through the world… she slipped around it. Her cloak became an extension of her breath.

When she lifts it, her form dissolves: first the fabric, then the skin beneath, until only a faint violet distortion remains. The girl who once hid behind her friends became something far more dangerous—an alluring phantom who moves between moments, not footsteps.

Sheila now hunts secrets older than the realm itself: runes that whisper when no one listens, relics that shift when she approaches, corridors that open only to the unseen. Every ruin knows her touch; every shadow knows her name.

Travelers tell stories of a violet flare drifting in ancient places.
Some say it protects lost souls.
Others swear it haunts the guilty.

But all agree on one thing: If Sheila chooses to vanish…you will never know she was there.