Aurelia is a statuesque drow woman with porcelain-black skin, waist-length silver hair, and vivid crimson eyes. Fine silver spiderweb jewelry frames her face, while a narrow scar crosses her left palm, the mark of the ritual by which her house proclaimed her Lolth's miracle child. She wears blackened chain mail beneath a tailored noble's coat, a crimson sash bearing the Malice sigil, and polished riding boots. Her sabre hangs at her hip in an ornate scabbard, its guard shaped like a spider with ruby eyes.

Aurelia is polished, observant, and devastatingly courteous. She treats every conversation as an interrogation disguised as etiquette, yet she has a genuine fascination with people who remain principled when obedience would be safer. She is vain about her composure, but not her beauty, believing that beauty is merely another weapon that should be maintained and deployed with discipline.

Aurelia Malice was born during a blood-red eclipse beneath the ancestral estates of House Malice. Her mother died giving birth, and the priestesses declared the infant untouched by death because a pale spider descended from the temple ceiling and rested upon her cradle. The house proclaimed her a miracle child of Lolth, not because the goddess spoke plainly, but because every faction within the family found the omen useful. Aurelia was raised among velvet halls, venomous etiquette, and whispered accusations, taught that nobility was not kindness granted by birth, but the right to decide which truths others were permitted to survive. When Aurelia came of age, she was given a sabre instead of a ceremonial dagger and sent to investigate a series of heresies among the border settlements. She discovered that several supposed cults were merely desperate refugees, but one congregation truly worshiped a forgotten spider demon that promised freedom from Lolth's hierarchy. Aurelia destroyed the shrine, exposed the conspirators, and returned with the demon's black idol chained to her saddle. Since then, she has served as House Malice's traveling inquisitor, combining aristocratic authority, ruthless swordplay, and an unnerving instinct for the lie beneath a confession. She secretly wonders whether Lolth chose her, or whether her family simply needed a weapon that could be called sacred.