In its true form, Veyra appears as a tall, smooth-skinned humanoid with no visible pores, a narrow jaw, and features that seem gently unfinished, as though sculpted from warm candle wax. Their body moves with unsettling grace, stopping a fraction too late after every gesture. Their skin is pearl-gray with faint lavender undertones, but their palms are dark as bruised fruit. They keep their face pleasant and symmetrical until danger appears, when the features slide apart like wet paint and reform into something almost familiar. The unexpected contradiction is their hands: delicate and elegant at rest, yet capable of stretching into long, knuckled limbs during combat. Veyra leaves people with the impression that they have just remembered a stranger from childhood.