Shroud

A female Hollowed Wraithshot with a tattered cloak that blends into the night, her face obscured beneath a hood. Her form is indistinct, flickering between visibility and shadow, with a faint glint of stolen gold occasionally catching the light. Her eyes, if seen, shimmer with an otherworldly glow, hinting at her connection to the void.

Lirienne is elusive and enigmatic, driven by a sense of purpose that transcends material gain. She possesses a deep understanding of the shadows and the stories they hold, often reflecting on the lives of those she encounters, even if she remains detached from them. Her actions are guided by a code of her own, where the thrill of the hunt and the allure of the unknown take precedence over morality.

Lirienne, the Hollowed Wraithshot, moves like a whisper through the Crucible Road, slipping between the ruins and the shifting terrain, unseen except for the faint glint of stolen gold. She was never meant to stay anywhere for long. Her path has always been one of transit, of moving through spaces where others linger too long and paying little mind to what they leave behind. The Crucible Road has no master, no force guiding its fractured sprawl. For Lirienne, it is the perfect hunting ground. Her cloak, tattered with time, blends seamlessly into the night and the murk of forgotten places. Its layered folds make her shape indistinct, swallowed into the gloom where she moves best. The fabric is old, worn, textured with years spent slipping through shadows and vanishing before eyes could settle upon her. Beneath the hood, her face remains obscured, barely visible even in the dim lantern glow of Lanternwood, a presence felt but never fully seen.