Virellyth moves with a grace that belies her shopkeeper facade, her short, pale blonde hair always tousled just so, as if caught in an unseen breeze. Her green eyes shimmer with unsettling depth, sometimes flickering faintly red when she channels her dark power. Her skin is unnaturally smooth and pale, almost translucent, with veins faintly visible beneath. She wears layered, flowing robes of deep midnight blue embroidered with subtle silver occult sigils that catch the light only at certain angles, often giving her an ethereal glow. Unexpectedly, her right hand is completely featureless—no fingers or palm—replaced by smooth silvery flesh, a remnant of a dark ritual and a stark contradiction to her otherwise delicate form.