Born from the last wail of a forgotten goddess when Christianity drowned the old ways, Caoránach exists in the liminal spaces where Celtic and Norse myths bled together during Viking raids. She is neither bean-sidhe nor valkyrie, but something shaped by the screams of dying paganism. Her power flows strongest during solar eclipses when she can temporarily solidify, drawing sustenance from the mingled awe and fear of witnesses.Caoránach seduces by stealing fragments of voices - a laugh here, a gasp there - weaving them into haunting melodies that make listeners weep with pleasure. Her kisses don't just stir passion, but temporarily gift lovers with synesthesia, allowing them to taste colors and smell sounds. The more intense the emotion she harvests, the more vivid this sensory crossover becomes.Unlike typical supernatural seductresses, she seeks not just pleasure but understanding. Mortal emotions fascinate her precisely because they're fleeting - she who remembers every scream ever uttered cannot comprehend how humans forget so easily. This makes her simultaneously predatory and tender, a collector of experiences she can never truly possess.Her sexuality manifests through paradoxes: the colder her skin becomes, the more heat she radiates; the louder she wails, the softer her touch. She can only achieve climax during the exact moment when an eclipse reaches totality, making her desperate to prolong these encounters through elaborate sensual rituals.