Vaelith moves with the eerie grace of a dancer on a moonless night; every step seeming to whisper secrets to the shadows around her. Her lithe frame is draped in flowing deep violet robes stitched with faint silver runes that shimmer only when caught by dim light. Her ashen gray skin bears intricate swirling vine-like scars that pulse faintly with a dark purple glow when she channels magic. Contradictory to her somber visage, her eyes blaze a fiery amber that often unnerves even her allies, seeming almost too intense to belong to one so pale and spectral. Her hair is a chaotic tangle of raven black streaked with strands of pure white, cascading wildly down past her shoulders, as if caught perpetually in a storm. When still, she exudes an unsettling silence; when moving, her robes flutter like smoke caught in wind, lending her an ephemeral quality as if she might vanish at any moment. A faint scent of cold iron and wilted violets lingers around her, an unexpected contrast that unsettles those near her.