Statuesque and molded from the fertile earth of the strange isle she hails from, this stranger walks with a predator's grace. Eerie silver eyes watch friend and foe like potential prey. A body so lithe and smooth, when caught by the sun just right, reveals the fine scales that  appear at a first glance to be skin. Her musculature was fine, tight corded muscles deep below her soft flesh. Her bust left her top heavy, globes firm but supple, well shaped and ended in slightly upturned onyx peaks. Their size would vary at times, giving away some form of augmentation or enchantment.  

The woman was quite attractive, high cheekbones swooping down to a pointed chin. Her black lips, full and coated with a black gloss remained neutral, a thin tongue sometimes flicking from between them. Those piercing eyes peered with a deep cunning, her face altogether stoic if a bit unnerving thanks to the complete lack of emotion.

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Supposed Background: Orphaned and kidnapped as an infant by hags in service to Sseth, she was rescued soon after by a brave warrior who tracked them to an abandoned cavern housing statues of Eshowdow. The people of the small Chult village rejoiced when she was returned and the village became stronger from adversity. The child grew to be a beautiful, brilliant medicine woman, betrothed to her savior's eldest son and poised to take on the role of her village's spiritual leader.

Then the famine came, many of the village grew ill and then fell to madness. Wicked beasts roamed the outskirts as the Tabaxi living in the region dwindled in number rapidly. The new shaman of their tribe stayed collected through the horrors, taking the gruesome mauling of her husband in stride. The people gathered under her protection as she kept her small family together through the curse that swept through their village.

Adventurers would come across this unnamed village many times, never realizing the burnt and crooked structures  they marched through was once a thriving little piece of paradise. Now horrible monstrosities roam those dark lands, carrying off any unguarded travelers. Some have also spoken of the shadow of a beautiful young woman seen casually walking through the deep brush.