Cassandre was once a beautiful woman, the daughter of a prince of the Abyss and an adventurous noblewoman - or so she claims. Allegedly a Curse was bestowed upon her, along with the gifts of foresight and clairvoyance... her beauty was no more, her shapely silhouette gone forever. She was shrunk to a four-foot grotesque creature. The subtle and intriguing horns that once adorned her forehead likened her to a satyr, her copper skin became dull and leathery, her ivory teeth mishapen and yellow. All that was left of this famed beauty were her gaze; two purple orbs, the acuity and intensity of which made anyone who crossed gaze with her question their life choices for a second. But then no one seemed to remember this legendary Cassandre from before the Curse, and most just assumed she was the offspring of a ram-daemon and a gnome.

 Still she made a fine fortune teller. She dressed the part, with knick-knack jewelery and colourful clothes of poor quality. She talked in riddles like a soothsayer, using words few had heard before. She carried an panoply of cards,  bones, and runes. She wouldn't go anywhere without her ominous black cat. More to the point, she did have a gift, though few actually cared about that, and more often than not this part made her foes rather than friends...