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Cothae Torccua was 18 when the Curse cast its shadow on Westcrown. She was out with her paramour, returning home from a cheap but impassioned performance by aspiring actors when all the lights when out and the screams started. Her date tried to defend Cothae, but he had no chance at fighting a shadow in the dark. As she felt something tear her open, her last thought was how bloody unfair it was to die like this.

Her eyes opened to see horrified dottari drop her before reaching the cart carrying other victims of the shadow beasts. She fled the scene, returning to her home to see a hideous black scar across her stomach, the only sign that she had died and miraculously returned. Her family told her to keep to herself, happy she survived and was not undead, but unsure how or why and not wanting to draw attention.

Cothae spent the next 33 years delving into the occult, trying to understand what happened. She never found out, but she did find likeminded folk who shared her interest if only in passing. Cothae joined them in an informal occult club, conjuring devils and the dead, reading palms and harrow cards, and other parlor tricks. Cothae, however, was a believer.

Her mask became that of an eccentric spinster, a glass of wine in one hand and some trinket in the other. She never sought a relationship again, content to cultivate a persona of mystery and even oddity. The only thing she seemed to hate was the dark.

When a young, emerald-eyed woman reached out to her, seeming to know about Cothae’s condition and offering a place among others who didn’t care for the darkness of Westcrown, at first the old woman dismissed her. However, the woman’s words stirred an urge in Cothae’s heart she had long tried to bury, and so she prepared for any tricks or surprises and made her way to Vizio’s …

N, ENFJ, 8w7, Fire Rat, Aquarius, Slytherin, Choleric

She is a foxy older woman, taking no one's nonsense and usually able to see through bs. She is an entertaining hostess, often holding wine tastings and seances at her townhouse in Rego Pena. She doesn't worship the mainstream gods, instead giving lip service to archdevils and empyrean lords and the six Founder saints of Westcrown as she channels her "spirits". She will mask her people watching with "sensing their aura", rarely having to crack out a Harrow deck to read them.

However, she has little real experience adventuring. Should she be thrust into combat or a dungeon crawl early on in a campaign she will most likely briskly complain with her nose up in the air. Her instinct isn't to run away, however, and she'll harass an opponent to provide an opportunity for a more martially capable companion to strike.

She was born on the second day of Calistril 4658 AR under the Lantern Bearer.

Understand and break the Shadow Curse. Find out how and why she reanimated her own corpse the first night of the Curse. Improve her occult powers and knowledge. Join and build a following to the six Founders of Westcrown.