Corra, Weaver of Doom Human female Voidwalker Tan, lean body, 5' 10", brown hair, hive crystals for one eye, emerald eye for the other, dark dreen and crimson details Corra, a guardian. Well, she was, until she started to scour the dreadnaught. She had her team, they fought througj, trying to find a way to end oryx. They found it, a huge crystal much like the one crota's soul was in. The touched it, and he came. They fought, trying to keep control, but failed. They fell, she fell, but she was the last. She stood, brings the dark drinker out, and fights, finding Ecthar, fighting him. She fell, brung down, but yet was found useful. She was taken to a chamber, and her mind was changed. She learned from the weavers, death, plague, and blood, and was turned into something evil. She wasn't what she used to be. The doom weaver was created and shaped. She serves, she sings, she hates, and she brings. She became something they couldn't control. She escaped. She roams. She can't remember. All is known is she is free. Dark drinker, kings fall harrowed Doom of Chelchis, penthissela-C Crotas end robes and boots, harrowed kings fall helmet and gloves Thought lantern, but the hologram on it is a bit messed up