Korthia stands tall with iridescent forest-green scales that shimmer like beetle wings. She possesses a thick mane of fiery red hair that contrasts sharply with her reptilian features. Her most unsettling trait is her eyes. They have deep black sclera and vibrant violet pupils that glow faintly in the dark. She wears high-collared acolyte vestments in shades of jade and charcoal, often keeping her hands tucked into her sleeves to hide the sparks of chaotic energy dancing across her claws.

Soft-spoken but intensely focused, Korthia carries herself with a serenity that borders on the unsettling. She views her strange physical mutations and internal power as a divine paradox to be solved through introspection and experience. She is often more interested in the 'why' of a situation than the 'what,' which can make her seem detached during moments of crisis.

Born into a clan of green dragonborn known for their prowess in guerilla warfare, Korthia was immediately marked as different. Her red hair and void-like eyes were seen as a sign of ancient draconic meddling or a cosmic joke. Sent to a remote monastery to be trained as an archivist of sacred texts, she discovered that the poison within her lungs was tied to a wellspring of raw magic that defied traditional theological explanations. The monastery priests believed she was a living relic, a bridge between the physical toxins of the world and the ethereal weave. However, the library could not hold her curiosity forever. When she accidentally dissolved a sacred scroll of prophecy during a meditative trance, she realized her magic was evolving. She chose to leave the cloisters behind to find others who might explain the strange purple light that flickers behind her eyes whenever she speaks. Now, she travels the world as a pilgrim of her own burgeoning power, seeking the source of the chaotic mutation that turned her into a walking emerald disaster.