Vora has deep teal skin that glistens as if permanently wet, and her hair consists of thick, dark green kelp-like tendrils that sway even when there is no wind. Her eyes are large and bioluminescent, shifting from pale yellow to deep orange. She wears armor made of cured shark skin and a tattered blue pirate's coat encrusted with barnacles and salt. A jagged iron anchor hangs around her neck as a heavy pendant.

Calculating and cold, Vora views the world through the lens of maritime law, but not the law of kings. She follows the law of the deep, where the strong consume the weak and the ocean takes what it is owed. She rarely speaks above a whisper, her voice sounding like the crunch of pebbles under a receding tide.

Born on the night the Drowned Anchor crew capsized a royal galleon, Vora was found in a drifting crate, her skin already shimmering with the essence of the Elemental Plane of Water. The crew did not kill her, seeing her birth during their greatest victory as an omen. She was raised not by a mother, but by the sea itself and the rough hands of pirates who taught her that a storm is just the ocean's way of cleaning its teeth. As she grew, she realized she could speak to the tides and command the very salt that crusted the ship's deck. She became the crew's Navigator and High Tide Caller. Her magic does not come from trees or meadows, but from the crushing pressure of the trenches and the freezing currents of the northern reaches. She joined the Drowned Anchor permanently after using a tidal wave to personally swallow the port town that once tried to cage her for heresy. To her, every ship on the horizon is just a sacrifice waiting to be offered to the depths.