The Monster of the Mist Senna Krishna

The Monster of the Mist Senna Krishna

A boy born into the world of mist known as Strahd’s Domain Being born with a soul meant Senna was alive unlike his parents. Even from a young Age senna knew something was not quite right with this world and the people in the world. Living in Vallaki he could feel the evil within the town and try to avoid being in the town as must as possible. Senna didn’t have many friends growing up because it seems like he was the only one with a soul. One day when he was 14, he was playing in the woods gathering fire wood. A loud crash can be heard. Senna heads over to the noise and find a man in a pure black suit of armor that looks like a monster. As he gets closer, he hears the man inside quiet asking something “let….” “let…….me……...” “let……...me………...out” Senna slowly remove the helmet as the man looks to the young boy “thank you….” as he looks to the moon. “I miss the sun” the man sighs as the life leaves his eyes before Senna could do anything else several vampires drop on the little boy look for the armor on of them attacks him cause his blood to spat on to the armor. “A snack my kin” one vampire speaks up before the rest can join in. in a flash two of them are slash in half. As more vampire begin to flying down the armor quickly binds and forms around Senna as Senna can hear a dark voice in his head “KILL THEM ALL” in a blinding red flash Senna ripped through the vampire like they were nothing and made his way to the town and began to kill the evil that hide with in the town. When he wakes up, he was met with the misty sun as he was laying in the wood in a black suit of armor covered in blood. Senna returns to town only to be met with an angry mob its new mayor since the old one was killed by a monster. The towns people chased senna out of town. He slowly grew used to the armor he would use it to hunt vampires and other minions of strahd. After several years an adventuring party came to town and killed strahd and the land was free of strahd and Senna and his armor got to know the sun again. As they left the dark voice calm down and slowly senna got to live out a normal life up u till his death where he woke back up in the mist wear the armor. Over the next 300 years senna repeat the cycle with slight differences some time strahd would win and it would just be him left to fighting him. Some time during his rampages he is killed by an adventuring party and some time he just does nothing and waits for the outcome by no matter what cycle of this. After years of fighting strahd and the voices in the suit he comes across an adventuring party one bad night when he loses control. After the fight a girl Offers to take the armor from him and the armor goes willing. Free of the armor for the first time in 300 years was breath taking. Over the next 6 months he follows the party and watched over them killed any strahd minions he could to make their journey easier. They all met again when their battle came to a head a false hydra was unreleased and senna couldn’t handle it alone. They the party travel to the amber temple and learn the truth of Strahd and his true plan. After that they were all sent back to the real world but this time Senna was free truly free. He travels the world for a bit look for his friend but found nothing until he found the Dragon Garden and he learned of the need for solders so he joined up and jumped down. He fought the monster of the garden to grow stronger to protect his friends. Always thinking about the girl would give him a chance at life away from the armor. She was always will to jump into the fray for her friends and she was so strong. Maybe one day he would get to meet her again….

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Delilah Sunfire

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The Monster of the Mist Senna Krishna

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"The only man who truly scares me to face in a normal fight. Senna has a quiet strength, and there’s something about him—something steady, unyielding—that makes me respect him as much as I fear him. He might be the nicest man you’ll ever meet, though you wouldn’t know it by the way he carries himself. He doesn’t wear his kindness openly, but it’s there, woven into his actions and the way he looks after the party. He’s the backbone of this group, the one who keeps them from falling into the abyss that adventuring can bring. But it’s a fine line, and I fear for him. He’s too much like me, too willing to sacrifice himself if it means saving everyone else. I know that path—it’s one I’ve walked too many times, and I won’t let him fall into the same darkness.   Senna has a reason to stay now. Rowan. They give each other something precious, something grounding. He can’t lose himself to the shadows, not when he has someone who needs him, someone who loves him. And I won’t let him forget that. Not while I’m still here.   Maybe it’s selfish, but I need him to stay whole—for Rowan, for the party, and for himself. He’s more than a savior. He’s a friend, a leader, and someone who deserves to live for more than just others. I’ll do everything I can to make sure he remembers that."     Daleria is... complicated. She’s like the storm before the calm—an unstoppable force of will wrapped in a layer of chaos and pain. She carries so much weight on her shoulders, more than I think even she realizes. I see her trying to hold it all together, trying to be the strong one for everyone else, but I know what’s underneath. I know that strength comes with a cost, and I’m afraid of how much she’s already paid. She’s like family to me, though. Maybe even more than that. She’s the older sister I never asked for but desperately needed. She’s stubborn as hell, and she’ll fight tooth and nail to protect what she cares about. But she also has this softness to her that she hides so well—like she’s scared to let anyone see it. I’ve caught glimpses of it in the way she looks at Rowan, at Wyott, even at me. She’s got a big heart, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.   But Daleria... gods, she’s reckless. She’ll throw herself into danger without a second thought if it means saving someone else. I’ve seen it happen too many times, and every time, it makes my chest tighten. I can’t lose her—not like that. I won’t. She’s too important, to me and to this whole messed-up group we’ve found ourselves in.   I think, deep down, she’s still running from something. Maybe it’s her past, maybe it’s herself. I don’t know, but I see it in her eyes sometimes—a flicker of doubt, of fear. She won’t let anyone help her, not really. It’s like she thinks she doesn’t deserve it. But she does. She deserves more than this endless cycle of pain and sacrifice she’s trapped herself in.   I want to tell her that it’s okay to lean on us, that it’s okay to let someone else carry the weight for a while. But I know she’d just scoff and brush me off like she always does. Still, I’ll keep trying. Because for all her flaws and all her stubbornness, I care about her. She’s my sister in all the ways that matter, and I’m not going to let her drown in her own storm.   Daleria, if you’re listening to this somehow, know that I see you. I see your pain, your strength, your love, even when you think you’re hiding it. And I’ll be here, standing by your side, no matter what. Because that’s what family does, even when you’re too damn stubborn to admit you need them."

The Monster of the Mist Senna Krishna

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Towards Rowan Krishna Belfire

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Rowan Krishna Belfire

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What do I even say about her that I haven’t thought a million times over? When I first met her, I assumed she was like every other adventurer I’d seen—another soul looking to defeat Strahd or die trying. It was always the same cycle, the same futile effort. But then, she surprised me. She asked to wear my armor. At first, I thought it was just a power grab, another adventurer trying to take what they could to gain an edge. But… it wasn’t. There was something different about her, something I didn’t realize I’d been yearning for. She wasn’t taking—she was asking. And I appreciated it more than I could ever say. When I gave her my armor, even for that short time, I was free. Free to walk under the moonlight, to feel the breeze on my skin without the suffocating weight of my duty. For the first time in what felt like eternity, I could feel the world around me, unfiltered, unburdened. It was heaven. I could have walked away right then and there, left it all behind just to savor that freedom. But something held me back. Something about her, about the way she carried herself, kept pulling me in.   I stayed. I traveled with them, following her, protecting her, watching over her and her companions. The mist sent its wolves and its spawn to hunt them down, but I would always be there, silent and unseen, to deal with the threats before they could ever reach her. I didn’t know why I was doing it at first. Was it duty? A lingering sense of obligation? No—it was something more, something I couldn’t bring myself to admit.   Even now, after escaping the mists, after finally being free of that cursed land, I find myself yearning for the moonlight. It’s as if its glow reminds me of everything I lost—and everything I found in her. And then, there’s her smile. Rowan’s smile is brighter than the moon, warmer than the sun, and softer than the breeze I once craved so desperately. It’s a light that cuts through the darkest shadows, even those buried in my heart.   I love her. I always will. Even to my dying breath, I will carry that love with me. She is my freedom, my strength, and my solace. And though I may never fully deserve her, I’ll spend my days making sure she knows just how much she means to me. Rowan is more than an adventurer—she is my everything

The Monster of the Mist Senna Krishna

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Towards Wyot Harte

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Wyot Harte

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"He is dumb as bricks, and I hope he knows that. I don’t say it to be cruel—I say it because I care. Gods be damned, Wyott gets himself into the most ridiculous trouble, and half the time I’m convinced he does it on purpose just to test my patience. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he and Rowan were truly brother and sister with the way they charge into danger without a second thought. But here’s the thing—I love him like a brother, and because of that, I feel like I’m constantly holding my breath, waiting for the day one of his harebrained schemes goes too far. He’s brave, sure, but bravery without a hint of caution is just a quicker path to an early grave. He doesn’t seem to realize that his actions have ripples. If he ever got himself killed, it wouldn’t just hurt me—it would devastate Rowan. And if he makes Rowan cry because of some reckless, idiotic stunt, I swear I will drag his sorry soul back from the other side. He’ll beg for forgiveness before I’m done with him, I promise you that.   Wyott, you’ve got a good heart, but you’ve got to learn to think before you act. Please, for all our sakes, take a moment to stop and consider the consequences of your actions. I’ve lost too many people I care about. I’ve buried too much family already, and I can’t do it again.   I need you to live. Not just for me, but for everyone who loves you—Rowan, the rest of the party, and yourself. You’re a light in this group, a constant source of hope and laughter. Don’t extinguish that light. Learn to protect it, nurture it, and keep it shining for all of us.   Because despite all the frustration you cause me, I wouldn’t trade you for anything. You’re family, Wyott, and that means I’ll always care for you, no matter how much you drive me mad. So, for once in your life, listen to me: stay alive, stay safe, and stop making me worry so damn much.

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Naoise Balan Ashborn

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Naoise is the steady calm that I know Rowan needs. She has this quiet, grounded strength about her—calm and aloof at times, but always with a sense of purpose that keeps everyone around her steady. It’s in the way she carries herself, like an ancient tree with roots dug deep into the earth. I think it’s part of her nature, not just because she’s a druid, but because she has this way of being real—a down-to-earth realist who keeps the rest of us from getting too lost in the chaos of adventuring life. I’ll admit, I don’t always know how to approach her. She’s hard to read sometimes, and there’s a distance to her that feels deliberate. But I’ve never doubted for a moment that she means well, even if her way of showing it is quieter than most.   Now that both she and Rowan are pregnant, I find myself hoping she’ll help Rowan in ways I know I can’t. They’ve already been such good friends, and I hope that bond only grows stronger as they step into motherhood together. Rowan… she’s strong, but she needs someone like Naoise. Someone to remind her to breathe, to keep her grounded when the weight of everything feels too much.   As for me? I’m at a bit of a loss. I’ve never thought about being a father—or even living past 25, if I’m honest. I’ve spent so long chasing the next fight, the next battle, that I never considered what might come after. Parenthood feels like uncharted waters, and I don’t have a map for it. But Naoise? She seems like she’ll know what to do. Like she’ll be the anchor Rowan needs, not just as a friend, but as a mother.   So, Naoise, thank you. Thank you for being there for Rowan, for being the calm in the storm. You’ve already done so much for her, whether you realize it or not. And while I don’t know what kind of father I’ll be, it’s a comfort knowing Rowan has someone like you in her corner. Whatever happens, I’ll do my best to support them both, but it’s good to know she has you to lean on too

The Monster of the Mist Senna Krishna

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Faefine

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Faefine feels like they’re slipping further and further away with each passing day. The person I used to know—the bright, compassionate soul who always seemed to carry the weight of everyone’s pain without letting it crush them—is starting to fade. I see less of Faefine now and more of a hardened soldier. But the strangest thing is, I’ve never even seen them fight that way. It’s not their actions that have changed, but their presence, their energy. They carry themselves like a veteran returned from a war that none of us witnessed. There's a calm about them now, but it’s the kind of calm that feels earned through loss and struggle—a stillness that comes after the storm has already torn everything apart. I can’t help but wonder if the others notice it, the subtle ways Faefine is disappearing. But I do. I see it every time I look at them.   And then there’s Susza. The legacy of their mother looms over them like a shadow that only grows darker with time. Susza was a force to be reckoned with, someone who seemed larger than life, and I can see how much of that weight Faefine carries. Whether they realize it or not, it’s a burden that’s shaping them, changing them. I know they loved their mother deeply, but I fear they’re starting to feel trapped by her memory, by the expectations that come with being Susza’s child.   What I wish for Faefine—what I pray for—is that they find a way to grow into their own person, to step out of that shadow and into their own light. They deserve to be more than just their mother’s legacy, more than the weight of her name. They deserve to be Faefine.   But how do you tell someone you love that you see them slipping away? How do you remind them of who they are when they’re already so far gone? I don’t have the answers, but I know I’ll keep watching, keep hoping. Faefine has always been the calm in the chaos, the steady hand when everything else falls apart. If anyone can find their way back, it’s them. And if they can’t, well… I’ll be there, every step of the way, to remind them of who they are and who they can still become."

The Monster of the Mist Senna Krishna

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Matthias Allswell

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Matthias is cold and precise, the kind of man who always seems to want things lined up neatly in his mind. He’s not emotionless, not by any means, but there’s a precision to how he approaches the world—a need to know all the possible outcomes before making a move. I get it; he wants to do things right, to ensure that his decisions don’t lead to unnecessary pain or chaos. It’s a noble trait, but it also feels like a heavy burden. He spends so much time in his own head, trying to plan and predict, that I wonder if he ever really gets to just live. That said, Matthias is a good man, even if he doesn’t always let that show on the surface. His heart’s in the right place, and his loyalty to the people he cares about is unwavering. He may not be the most expressive, but his actions speak volumes.   Then there’s him and Acacious. Honestly, I think they’re a fantastic pair, even if they seem like opposites at first glance. Acacious is wild and free-spirited, the kind of person who dives headfirst into life without a second thought. Matthias, on the other hand, is steady and methodical. Together, they balance each other out in a way that’s almost enviable. Matthias could teach Acacious to think before they act, and Acacious might help Matthias loosen up and embrace a little chaos now and then.   Though, if I’m being honest, I think Elara might need to step in and teach them both a thing or two about social cues. Matthias can be a little too formal, and Acacious... well, Acacious could use a crash course in subtlety. Still, watching the two of them together is heartwarming. They bring out the best in each other, even if it’s not always obvious to anyone but them.   In the end, I think Matthias is exactly the kind of person Acacious needs—someone who grounds them without dimming their light. And Acacious is exactly what Matthias needs—someone who reminds him that life isn’t just about outcomes and planning, but about living in the moment. I hope they both realize how lucky they are to have found each other, and I hope Matthias can learn to step out of his own head long enough to enjoy what they have

The Monster of the Mist Senna Krishna

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Towards Acacious Hummfawn

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Acacious Hummfawn

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Acacious is a free spirit with a heart that’s always in the right place, even if his actions don’t always hit the mark. He wants to help everyone, and that kind of selflessness is rare. He’s the kind of person who sees the good in others, even when the rest of the world might not, and he never shies away from offering his hand to someone in need. That’s admirable, even if it means he sometimes stretches himself too thin or stumbles along the way. When I watch him, I can’t help but see glimpses of Victor. It’s like hearing an old friend’s voice echo in the laughter or seeing their shadow in the way Acacious carries himself. It’s not that they’re the same person—far from it—but there’s something about Acacious that reminds me of Victor’s warmth, his boundless care for others, and the way he could make you feel like you weren’t alone. Talking to Acacious sometimes feels like having Victor with us again, even if just for a fleeting moment.   I hope I get to see Acacious fully grow into the person he’s meant to be. He’s got this spark, this potential that’s waiting to bloom, and I believe in him. I believe in his ability to find that balance between his caring nature and the strength to stand tall on his own. He’s already on his way, and I can’t wait to see the day when he stands proud, not just as someone who helps others, but as someone who knows his own worth too.   There’s a part of me that wants to see that day when we’re all standing together as legends in our own right—people who carved their stories into the world and left it better than we found it. And Acacious will be right there with us, not just because he’s a good friend, but because he’s destined to be something extraordinary. He might not see it yet, but I do. We all do. And I’ll be there, cheering him on every step of the way

The Monster of the Mist Senna Krishna

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Elara Tinders

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I agree with Daleria—Elara is terrifying, and I say that with all the respect in the world. This is a woman who quite literally changed the course of history by blowing up the world and planting the seeds of the Dragon Garden. That alone would be enough to make anyone quake at the mere mention of her name. But now? Now she’s out there carving a bloody path, killing people to save them from her god? It’s insane, completely and utterly, and yet... here I am, standing by her side. She’s a different kind of force, one that defies explanation. I’ve done some wild things in my life—things most people wouldn’t even dream of—but Elara is on an entirely different level. There’s something about her, this unshakable determination mixed with a raw power that makes her both awe-inspiring and deeply unsettling. She doesn’t just step into chaos; she wields it like a weapon, shaping the world around her, no matter how impossible the task seems.   And yet, for all the fear she inspires, I can’t help but admire her. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen the kindness beneath that terrifying exterior. I know there’s a part of her that genuinely cares, that would do anything to protect those she loves—even if it means making the hardest choices, ones that would break most people. She’s not heartless; far from it. If anything, her willingness to bear the weight of these decisions makes her even scarier because she’s fully aware of the consequences, and she does it anyway.   I respect her more than I can say. Not just for her power, but for her conviction. She’s someone you’d follow into the heart of the storm because you know she’ll find a way to bring you back out again—even if it means sacrificing herself in the process. And for all her terrifying strength, I know I’d still die for her in a heartbeat. Not out of fear, but out of loyalty. Because Elara, for all her madness and might, is someone worth standing beside.   Still, I worry. I worry about the toll this path is taking on her, about what’s left of the person she used to be. I don’t want her to lose herself to the monster people think she is. I’ve seen it happen before, and I don’t want to see it happen to her. But no matter what comes, I’ll be there. Because that’s what family does, even when the world trembles at the mention of their name

Used to be the monster of the mist when he was trapped in Barovia after a chance encounter with the party he befriend and fell in love with Rowan.

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Gender
Male
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale
Height
6'3"
Weight
260 lbs

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