Xandria has deep crimson skin and long, sweeping horns that curve backward into intricate spirals. Her eyes are a solid, lidless gold that glows faintly in the dark. She wears form-fitting armor made of blackened, oiled leather that produces no sound, and her tail is often wrapped tightly around her waist like a belt.

Xandria is a master of controlled detachment. She speaks in a low, level tone, rarely showing emotion even when executing a mark. She views morality as a luxury for the weak and believes that the only true law is the one written in blood and gold. She is meticulously organized and finds chaos deeply irritating.

Xandria was born into the damp, lightless underbelly of a metropolis where her tiefling heritage made her a target. Instead of submitting, she learned the anatomy of every species that hunted her, finding the exact point where a blade could end a life before a scream could start. She quickly rose through the ranks of the city's most feared assassin guilds by eliminating anyone who was too noisy or too sentimental. By the time she was twenty, she had systematically murdered every mentor who had taught her, ensuring she was the only one with her specific set of secrets. Now at the peak of her power, she operates as a ghost in the high courts. She treats assassination like a divine art, though her only god is efficiency. She has toppled three separate dynasties by clipping the right veins in the middle of the night, always leaving a single black feather soaked in her target's blood. She is not driven by spite or vengeance, but by a cold, calculating desire to remain the most dangerous entity in the room.