Alinna has sharp, predatory features and pale skin that contrasts with her dark, matted hair. She wears heavy chain mail that has been painted a dull charcoal color to prevent light glints. A thick scar runs from her left ear to her jawline, a memento of a deal gone sour. Her eyes are a cold, piercing grey, constantly scanning her environment for exits or threats.

She is a woman of few words and even fewer kindnesses. Alinna views every social interaction as a transaction or a chess move. She is remarkably calm in the face of violence, often displaying a chilling detachment while she works. She respects only strength and competence, viewing empathy as a dangerous liability.

Alinna was raised in the overcrowded slums of Westgate, where she learned early that the only thing protecting a person was their own steel. She spent her youth as an enforcer for a local smuggling ring known as the Black Rats, using her natural martial talent to crush any opposition to their operations. She didn't fight for a cause or a crown, she fought because she was the best at it and it paid better than honest labor. Her tactical mind and ruthless execution earned her a reputation as a cold blooded fixer among the city's elite criminals. Eventually, she realized that serving masters only limited her potential. She orchestrated a silent coup by leaking her syndicate's locations to the authorities while she made off with their primary coffers. Now Alinna wanders the world as a mercenary. She uses her fighter's training and criminal expertise to acquire wealth and power, intending to never again be a pawn in someone else's game. Every kill is just another step toward an empire of her own making.