Vaelithra moves with a sinuous grace that belies her sharp, angular frame. Her skin is a matte, deep onyx tone that seems to drink in surrounding light, but her left hand is a startling contrast—pale as moonlight, with faintly glowing silver veins pulsing beneath. Her eyes are a radiant violet with shifting flecks of black smoke, reflecting her shadow-touched heritage. Long, jet-black hair falls in wild waves, tangled with strands of ethereal midnight blue that shimmer only when caught by starlight. Her movements often feel both fluid and unsettlingly disjointed, as if she’s partially out of sync with the mortal plane. Unexpectedly, she wears a delicate silver circlet adorned with tiny shards of obsidian — a relic she refuses to remove, despite its cold bite to her skin.