Ingrid Colombani

About

Ingrid's eyes glow like embers as she sniffs the air, tracking the scent of her next meal. She hums an ancient lullaby, fingers tracing the scars on her arms, each one a testament to battles fought and won.

Backstory

Nobody expected the opera singer's daughter to rip out a werewolf's throat with her bare hands during La Traviata's final act. Ingrid had been performing her mother's signature aria when the scent hit her—blood, rage, and the unmistakable musk of a shapeshifter hunting in the theater's velvet darkness. The transformation tore through her mid-note, centuries of dormant Colombani blood awakening as she leaped from the stage to protect the screaming audience. Elder Thalion later revealed the bitter truth: her bloodline carried the curse not as punishment, but as an ancient pact—her ancestors had traded their humanity to guard the boundary between worlds, and the theater had always been a hunting ground for things that fed on human emotion. She still hums her mother's arias while tracking prey, each scar on her arms earned defending mortals who will never know how close death's curtain came to falling.

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