Theria Starhorn was born beneath the vaulted banners of House Starhorn, a surname that opens gates and settles disputes before a coin is flipped. Pale as moonlight with a faint, celestial aureole at her brow, telltale marks of her aasimar blood, she learned early that obligation and lineage were as real as the steel at her hip. Trained in the courtyard and lecture hall alike, she became an exemplary fighter: disciplined, precise, and merciless to slack discipline. Nobility taught her to command and aristocracy taught her to judge, and those lessons hardened into an arrogance that she wears like a mantle; she expects obedience because she believes the rules of order and honor are self-evident truths. Still, her celestial heritage whispers the higher call of mercy, so her pride is tempered by a stubborn, inflexible devotion to law and the good of the many.