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While other Redrain have turned from the shamanistic beliefs of the Northlands, Khanne embraces them wholeheartedly. Disappearing into the forests and open tundras is an artform that Khanne perfected early in life, surviving off the land and communing with the spirits of the places and living things she's so fond of. Not simply content with embracing the beliefs of her religion personally, Khanne feels a calling toward sharing those beliefs with others, and as such has taken it upon herself to educate not only those Northerners that have turned to the Pantheon, but also those from southern houses that seek to learn more about their northern neighbors, whether for reasons of diplomacy or geniune personal interest. When she doesn't have an audience to share with, she vents her passions via artistry, paints and brushes replacing words as she spills her innermost thoughts onto canvas. Arriving in Arx the first time, Khanne took it all in stride. She could wear silks as comfortably as leathers, speak as eloquently as a southern courtier, and do it all while fully embracing her Northern origins - meaning many a southern lord has found himself captivated by her impassioned speech only to find he's somehow been drunk under the table by a softly-smiling girl. After the tragedy at King's Rest, Khanne returned to Arx once more from the North, determined to prove that solace can be found in the old beliefs, even while embracing the charms of the south.

There is an ethereal quality to this young woman, with her willowy, delicate frame, porcelain pale skin, and eyes the color of winter morning mist. Those eyes are wide, framed by sinfully long lashes, and are often focused on some unseen point in the distance, rendering hers an oft-distracted gaze. Her smile, when it comes, is a slow, lazy thing, as if there is some amusing secret she's considering sharing. Her laughter is a quiet song, soothing and sweet, though when riled her words can exude the icy chill of the North.

Khanne is one of those rare creatures that are entirely comfortable in their own skin. Whether her hair is upswept elegantly or flowing loose and wild, she carries herself with a certainty that makes others second guess themselves. She's hardly imposing however, and in fact is empathetic almost to a fault. Her smiles are for everyone, though that smile turns cold indeed if talk turns toward disparaging the Northlands or her deeply-held shamanistic beliefs. To those not charmed by her waifish demeanor, she can seem a bit eccentric, but such judgments don't seem to bother her at all.