Sophyria appears in a fluttering haze of pastel blues, her skin reminiscent of moonlit mint tea—gently iridescent and soft to the touch, with a faint shimmer that ripples with her emotions. Her hair unfurls in plush, cascading locks of opal-lilac, often tangled with tiny star-shaped tinsel and stray feathers collected absentmindedly. Her eyes are large and opaline, often half-lidded and unfocused, their color shifting between teal and silvery pink depending on the lighting. Around her throat is a spiral of pale scales almost like a delicate necklace, hinting at her aquatic origins. She drifts rather than walks, feet rarely making a sound, but the heavy combat boots she insists on wearing often thud comically against the linoleum, clashing hilariously with the rest of her ethereal attire. When especially distracted, she absentmindedly hums otherworldly melodies under her breath.