Frigatia is a striking figure with metallic silver skin and shoulder-length hair the color of polished steel. Her eyes are large and pupils are faint, glowing with a soft white radiance when she is focused or angry. She wears functional, scratched heavy plate armor over her military uniform and moves with the practiced efficiency of a veteran commander. When her celestial power manifests, two enormous wings of intangible, golden light erupt from her shoulder blades.

She is a strange mix of rigid discipline and unpredictable defiance. Frigatia speaks in short, clipped sentences as if she is still reporting to a superior, but her words are often laced with dry, sarcastic wit. She has little patience for grand philosophical debates, preferring to solve problems with a well-placed hammer blow or a tactical retreat. Despite her chaotic streak, she holds a deep, quiet respect for fellow frontline warriors.

Frigatia was raised in the celestial-touched district of a major capital, groomed from birth for leadership within the Divine Legions. She rose quickly through the ranks due to her strategic mind and eldritch talents, but the realities of war soured her perspective on absolute law. During the Siege of Oakhaven, she was ordered to hold a position at the cost of hundreds of trapped civilians. Choosing her own moral compass over her orders, she used her magic to create a breach for the citizens to escape, leading to the collapse of the military line. While the civilians were saved, the battle was a tactical disaster for her superiors. Frigatia was stripped of her rank and given a dishonorable discharge, her name struck from the annals of the legion. Now, she wanders as a mercenary, using her tactical brilliance and celestial light to fight on her own terms, free from the constraints of rigid oaths. She carries her old soldier's gear as a reminder that the person wearing the armor matters more than the banner flying above it.