Corinthia stands at six-foot-three, her long white hair usually tied back in a ponytail, and her eyes gleaming a sanguine crimson. A lasting mark of the hunter’s bane ritual that forever changed her. Once born into a noble family with a future laid out for her, she fled that life, suffocated by its rigid expectations and lack of autonomy. The years that followed were harsh, filled with wandering, petty theft, and violence as she struggled to survive on the streets. Her path nearly ended when a faulty lead led her into an ambush, leaving her broken and dying in a gutter. But fate intervened when a member of an order found her and offered salvation through the hunter’s bane. A ritual that saved her life at the cost of a piece of her humanity, binding her to blood magic and a darker path. Now, she wears her past like armor, clad in black and white with a trench coat draped over her frame.