Kethra is a statuesque Tiefling with deep lavender skin and obsidian horns that curve majestically over her skull. She possesses an exceptionally powerful, muscular build with extremely large endowments. As a biological anomaly, she possesses female primary traits alongside male genitalia. Her gaze is sharp and amber, and she carries a massive purple-hued greatsword that seems to drink the light around it.

Kethra is a woman of few words but immense presence. She carries herself with the disciplined posture of a veteran soldier, though she hides a simmering, chaotic fury just beneath the surface. She is blunt, honest to a fault, and possesses a dry, dark sense of humor that usually surfaces after a victory.

Born in the crowded smials of Calimport, Kethra was cast out early due to her unique physical nature and demonic lineage. She found a home in the brutal world of Faerunian mercenary companies, specifically the Red Plumes. Her career took her from the Sands of Ithel to the frozen reaches of the North, where she distinguished herself not just through her heritage, but through an uncanny ability to survive battles that claimed entire legions. During a raid on a forgotten Zhentarim vault in the Border Kingdoms, she claimed a legendary Vorpal blade that had beheaded more kings than she had years. This weapon chose her, humming against her palm in a way no other steel ever had. She eventually grew tired of fighting for coins that bought only stale ale and temporary company. She struck out on her own as an adventurer, seeking a purpose that matches the weight of her sword and the intensity of her blood. Her travels are often complicated by her striking appearance, but those who mock her find their tongues silenced by the wind of her greatsword.