Ssenkrad is a gaunt woman with sallow skin and dark, perpetually sunken eyes. She wears scale armor that looks salvaged and slightly rusted, draped with a heavy traveler's cloak to hide her identity. A faint, jagged scar runs across her forehead, the remnants of a cultist mark she attempted to burn away. She carries herself with a defeated slouch, often looking over her shoulder at every sudden noise.

She is quiet, observant, and deeply superstitious. She believes she is a magnet for disaster and treats every moment of peace as a brewing storm. Despite her fatalism, she possesses a stubborn streak of compassion, often helping others with a sigh as if fulfilling an exhausting obligation. She feels most comfortable in the company of other outcasts and criminals, where no one expects her to be a saint.

Born as a potential vessel for Bhaal, Ssenkrad was raised in a sanctuary of shadows where the air was thick with the copper scent of blood. She was groomed for murder, but her hands shook when she was ordered to slit the throat of an innocent stablehand. Deemed a failed investment, she was cursed with the brand of the jinx and exiled. She spent years in the city slums, learning the languages of those forgotten by society. She mastered Abyssal in the cult, Thieves Cant in the gutters, and Gnomish from an old clockmaker who sheltered her from the rain. While she lived as a pariah, a holy war obliterated her entire people, cult and civilian alike. As the only survivor, she believes she was spared only so that bad luck could have a witness. She now clings to the light, trying to use the powers meant for destruction to mend what she can.