Xara stands seven feet tall with skin the color of cooled lava. Her heavy obsidian horns sweep back from her brow like great wings. She possesses a remarkably powerful physique with large physical endowments, including full, heavy breasts and male genitalia. She wears minimal hide armor to allow for the freedom of her Unarmored Defense, displaying rippling muscles and several battle scars. Her most terrifying feature is the humming, pitch-black Greatsword she carries over one shoulder.

Xara is a woman of few words and absolute action. She speaks in a low, gravelly voice and rarely maintains eye contact, preferring to watch her surroundings for threats. She holds a soldier's discipline in high regard but finds her own inner fury too chaotic for regular military life. She is blunt, honest, and fiercely protective of those who treat her with respect despite her unusual appearance.

Xara was born in the shadows of the Gate. Abandoned by her parents because of her striking and dualistic physical nature, she was raised in a mercenary camp of the Flaming Fist in the Western Heartlands of Faerun. The hard life of a soldier suited her, and she rose through the ranks by virtue of her sheer, uncontrollable strength. During a raid on a lich's vault in the Sword Coast, she discovered the Vorpal Greatsword, a blade that seemed to call to her bloodline. Since then, she has transitioned from a commander to a nomad. She wanders the realm as a legendary figure of destruction, her blade seeking the necks of those who think themselves untouchable by common law. She remains a loyal daughter of the Western Heartlands, often returning to clear the roads of monsters for no price other than a warm meal and a heavy cask of ale.