Unknown is a tall and broad Firbolg with pale bluish skin and large drooping ears. She possesses silver eyes that lack pupils and a wide pinkish nose. She wears worn scholar robes over her scale armor, and her skin is covered in faint, etched markings that look like flowing ink script.

She is serene and perpetually inquisitive, treating every new person like a chapter in a book she hasn't read yet. She speaks with a soft, melodic tone but often lacks social boundaries, asking deeply personal questions in the interest of data collection.

The woman known only as Unknown awoke three years ago amidst the smoldering ruins of the Great Library of Aethelgard. She had no memories, no personal history, and clutched an iron bound book that refuses to open. Found by a group of itinerant charlatans, she was utilized for her natural magic and keen insights to help run elaborate spiritual scams, though she never realized they were frauds until much later. She eventualy felt a pull toward a forgotten god of secrets, realizing her amnesia was a sacred trade. Every new fact she learns feels like a drop of water in a desert, and she believes her name is written somewhere in the world, waiting to be found in a dusty tome. She wanders now in search of libraries and ruins, hoping to find the key to the iron bound book that sits silent at her hip.