Lia is a striking tiefling with deep crimson skin and long, sweeping horns that curve backward like a ram's. Her eyes are solid gold, lacking pupils, and they tend to glow slightly when she uses her magic. She wears practical leather and canvas clothes that have been patched many times. Tiny, hardened red scales are visible along her neck and forearms, remnants of her draconic lineage. She often has a charcoal smudge on her cheek and carries herself with an energetic, if slightly restless, posture.

Lia is an outgoing and high energy companion who hides her deep seated insecurities behind a wall of jokes and playful flirtation. She is fiercely loyal, having spent years alone in the wild, and she treats her friends like family. When she is nervous or realizes she has made a mistake, her humor becomes louder and her bravado becomes more exaggerated. She follows her gut instincts above all else, rarely doubting a person once she has decided they are worth her time.

Lia was born into a small trading outpost where her infernal appearance was tolerated but never welcomed. Her life changed when she was twelve and her draconic magic manifested, accidentally setting the town's granary ablaze during a moment of frustration. Terrified of her own power and the looks of hatred from her neighbors, she fled into the craggy mountain ranges nearby. She spent her formative years living as a hermit, learning to survive the elements and slowly mastering the fire that burned within her blood. The isolation taught her self reliance, but it also left her with a desperate craving for connection. Eventually, the silence of the mountains became too much, and she returned to civilization. She now travels as a mercenary and wanderer, looking for a place where her fire is seen as a light rather than a threat. She still feels the sting of her past mistakes and works twice as hard to prove she is a good person to anyone who will look past her horns.