Nyxly stands tall with the characteristic grace of a high elf, but their clothes are a chaotic mix of overly formal silks and stained travel gear. They have violet eyes that always seem to be searching for an exit. They wear several layered necklaces that look expensive but are mostly colored glass. Their hair is a pale silver, kept in a messy knot pinned with a stylus.

Nyxly treats every conversation like a high-stakes negotiation where they have all the leverage. They use overly complicated words and false titles to keep others off-balance. Despite their cynical exterior, they have a soft spot for anyone who is being bullied by people with more money than sense.

Born into a rigid elven family of star-readers and high mages, Nyxly found the prospect of a thousand years of quiet contemplation utterly maddening. Instead of mastering the arcane for the sake of knowledge, they learned just enough to make a coin purse fly or a wine bottle look fuller than it was. They were eventually cast out after a particularly elaborate prank involving the Archmage's reflection and a very public gala. Since then, they have survived on the fringes of human society, posing as everything from a traveling dignitary to a cursed prince in need of a small loan. They view magic not as a sacred art, but as the ultimate tool for the grand performance they call life. Their current name is a invention of their own making, designed specifically to be as difficult to spell and pronounce as possible to irritate bureaucratic officials.