Name: Xantis
Sex: full woman.
Race: Alu
Age: seems around 25-30

Xantiss has a striking, infernal beauty marked by her small curled horns, crimson veil, and leathery bat-like wings. Her dark attire blends regal accents like a golden crown fused with her horns and feathered adornments with provocative cuts and armored details. Her eyes are sharp, unreadable, and her stance is that of someone used to being both feared and watched.

BG:
Xantiss was not born from love, but from necessity. Her mother, once a queen exiled and disgraced, bargained with a being from the Lower Planes for a single chance to defy death. That bargain came in the form of a child half infernal, half human, marked with horns and wings before she could even cry.

She grew up in the shadows of crumbling keeps, under the watch of silent things that fed on fear and memory. The few who tried to raise her either vanished or went mad. The blade became her first language, magic her second. Her voice, rarely used, holds the weight of unspoken curses.

The crown she wears was not earned through glory but stolen from a dying foe in a forgotten war. It binds to her horns like a parasite whispering, reminding her that even her victories belong to someone else.

Xantiss does not seek power for its own sake. She seeks to understand the truth of her origin, the nature of the chains that still bind her soul, and whether redemption is even possible or worth it.

She moves through the world as a weapon shaped by other people's choices, carrying the quiet, bitter fury of one who never asked to be born.

Red: the usual ones.