Catherine Ivy

When the air turns cold and the light bends unnaturally, it means Catherine Ivy Mortem is near. Daughter of Lucifer. Princess of Acheron. Archmage of Death, Plagues, and Destruction. She walks where mortals dare not tread, and even gods hesitate to speak her name. Standing at 6’7” with ghost-white skin, ocean-deep glowing eyes, and hair that spills like liquid midnight, Catherine is the embodiment of power wrapped in elegance. Her presence is a paradox—haunting yet divine, beautiful yet terrifying. Her footsteps fall like silence before a storm, and her gaze alone can summon despair or bend reality. Catherine was not born of love, but of purpose. From her first breath, she was crafted to rule, to punish, to outshine every being beneath her father's blackened throne. And she does—without question. Feared across all Seven Cities of Acheron and beyond, Catherine does not speak often—but when she does, kingdoms fall. Her aura crushes rebellion, and her will bends even time and death. She is both plague and cure, judge and executioner. Some worship her. Some curse her. But all know this: When Catherine arrives, death is not the end—it's the beginning.