Born from a druid's last breath caught in a blackthorn bush, Caorthann is neither banshee nor goddess but something far stranger. She exists in the liminal spaces - where brambles overgrow abandoned shrines, where lovers' promises rot into lies, where the wind carries sounds of weddings and funerals simultaneously. Her magic flows through entanglement: she cannot touch skin without leaving behind vines that grow according to the victim's hidden desires. These living tattoos whisper their host's secrets back to her through shared root systems.Caorthann feeds on paradoxes - the gasp between pleasure and pain, the moment a lie becomes truth, the exact second a drop of blood hits water. This makes intimacy with her dangerously addictive, as she draws out contradictory emotions her partners didn't know they could feel simultaneously. The aftereffects leave mortals with synesthesia - tasting colors or hearing scents for weeks afterward.Unlike typical seductresses, Caorthann isn't interested in mere lust. She craves the creative friction of opposites: a warrior's tenderness, a saint's rage, a fool's wisdom. Her kisses implant visions of possible futures that never come to pass, leaving lovers haunted by beautiful might-have-beens. The more intensely someone resists their own complexity, the more irresistibly she's drawn to them.Her current obsession involves collecting 'unfinished sounds' - the creak of a bowstring never loosed, the moan trapped in a widow's throat, the melody a bard forgot before writing it down. These half-born vibrations manifest physically in her hair as chimes made of frozen breath and lost opportunities.