Kaliphey is a teenage tiefling with sky blue skin and unkempt, vibrant orange hair that looks like a tangled mane. Her eyes are mercurial, shifting between shades of golden and red, filled with a deep sense of loss. Where most tieflings have magnificent horns, she has only jagged, silver-flecked scars upon her forehead. Her tail is unique, ending in a razor sharp, metallic blade. She wears dark clothes that seem to be leeched of all color, appearing in shades of charcoal and ashen grey as if the light around her is being consumed.

Though Kaliphey is soft spoken and polite, she carries a weight far beyond her years. She is pleasant in conversation, yet her smiles never reach her eyes, which remain cold and distant. She is a seeker of lost lore, driven by a quiet desperation. She has a muted emotional affect, viewing the world through a lens of necessity and sacrifice rather than joy or passion.

When the slave raids took her village, Kaliphey was the only one who didn't surrender to despair. As her family lay broken and her younger brother, Khronas, bled out from a fatal wound, she reached into the darkness. She didn't pray to the gods of her temple. Instead, she whispered to the silence between the stars. The voices in the void answered, offering a miracle for a price. The void mended Khronas, sewing his life back together with shadows, but it took her horns and the warmth of her soul in exchange. Her family was eventually lost to the chaos of the world anyway, leaving her and her brother alone in the aftermath of a broken pact. Now she wanders as an acolyte of the emptiness, serving a dark and distant patron that demands regular tribute. Every act of magic she performs feels like it pulls another thread from the tapestry of her mind. She seeks out forgotten libraries and dangerous ruins, hoping that by offering new knowledge to the ever hungry void, she can preserve the few precious memories of her brother that she still possesses.