Xortha is a towering figure with deep, garnet-red skin and massive, obsidian-black ram horns that curve back from her brow. She possesses a powerfully built, muscular physique with remarkably large endowments, specifically heavy breasts and visible male genitalia under her segmented soldier's plate. She carries her legendary Vorpal Greatsword with an ease that belies its weight. Her eyes glow like banked embers, and her tail is thick, tipped with a spade that twitches when she is annoyed. Her armor is functional, showing the scars of a hundred battles.

Xortha is a professional, first and foremost. Years in the legions have taught her the value of discipline, but her inner fire frequently demands release. She is often surprisingly quiet, observing her surroundings with tactical precision, but she possesses a thunderous, rib-cracking laugh and a penchant for expensive ale. She is blunt, honest, and protective of those she considers her 'unit'.

Born on the outskirts of the Dis, Xortha quickly realized that her unique physiology and heritage marked her for a life of combat. She joined a mercenary legion at a young age, rising through the ranks to become a feared vanguard shock trooper. Her physical presence and raw power were as much a weapon as her steel, earning her both respect and distance from her peers. She never sought to change who she was, finding comfort in the clarity of the battlefield where blood is the only currency that matters. During the siege of a fallen celestial fortress, Xortha discovered the Vorpal Greatsword known as 'Calamity's Tongue'. The blade hummed in her hand, its thirst for the heads of tyrants matching her own rage. After the campaign, she took the sword and left the military life behind, finding the rigid structures of the legion too small for her growing primal power. She now walks the world as a legendary figure, a mercenary of impossible strength whose arrival on a battlefield usually signals a swift, headless end for the opposition.