Most of the Pathfinders know a little about Neva Trevail. She was once a great thief with many ties in the underworld until she crossed the wrong target. Rather then kill her, she was cursed to a terrible existence somewhere between life and death. Finding no cure in her old life, she joined the Pathfinders to expand her search for a solution to her terrible existence.

Neva is a woman around her thirties who clearly had grown up on the harder side of life, bearing both plain scars and signs of a poor diet. What stands out about her was how pale she looks, as if the blood has drained from her face. Her white hair might also not always have been so. Apart from that little stands out about the woman. She wears a tunic and breeches of black and supple but firm boots. The tunic covers most of her and has a hood she can drape over her head. She wears no visible weapons but that said very little. As most suspect she makes no sound as she walk and there was a feline grace to her.

It is rumored that Neva has not severed all ties to her old life and that she is still well received in criminal circles, something some of the more law-abiding Pathfinders find hard to stomach. Her curse has also made her distant, her existence cold and painful. Every day, she slips a little further from remembering what it was like to be human.

Still, she brings the Pathfinders a broad set of abilities. No one can deny her skills at stealth and infiltration. To this day theft remains her specialty, although such skills are now aimed foremost at items of interest of the Pathfinders. And sometimes, just sometimes... you need someone who knows her way around the scum of the underworld.