Xel'athea is a striking orc woman with exceptionally pale, porcelain skin that seems to faintly shimmer in moonlight. She rejects traditional tribal leathers for a black, tightly laced gothic corset and a short, frilled purple miniskirt that leaves little to the imagination. Her eyes are a solid, glowing violet with no visible pupils, and her long black hair floats as if she were underwater. She carries a massive, serrated scythe that hums with a low, dissonant frequency.

She is hauntingly calm and speaks in a voice that sounds like three different women whispering in unison. Xel'athea treats the most horrifying cosmic truths as mundane gossip and often forgets that mortals cannot see the invisible tentacles she gestures toward. She is unabashedly provocative, using her beauty as a distraction to lure the weak minded into the reach of her patron's influence.

Born into a rigid orcish tribe, Xel'athea was destined for the priesthood, but her prayers were answered by something much older and colder than the orcish gods. During a ritual deep in a forgotten catacomb, her mind was opened to the Far Realm, shattering her perception of time and space. She began to see visions of a 'modern' world, manifesting its fashion through her eldritch magic as a way to distance herself from the primitive culture she left behind. Now, she wanders the world as a missionary of the Void, wearing garments that look centuries out of time. Her corset is not just fashion, it is a cage for the shifting, chaotic anatomy within her that long ago ceased to be entirely organic. She uses her scythe not to harvest grain, but to reap the sanity of those who dare stand in the way of the coming cosmic convergence.