Chelis Vyne is an imposing figure standing over six feet tall, her crimson skin glowing faintly under the enchanted robes she wears. Her curling, tapered horns appear chipped and worn, evidence of past battles, yet they gleam with an inborn obsidian sheen. Her long, midnight-black hair flows in an almost liquid ripple that seems to subtly shimmer under any light, shifting in waves even when no breeze stirs. Her eyes are a solid molten gold, unnervingly steady, with pupils that contract sharply in bright light. Paradoxically, despite her fearsome exterior, Chelis moves with a dancer’s grace, her robes trailing like smoke. An unexpected element is the delicate coral chain of tiny bells woven into the edges of her cloak, producing faint, eerie chimes when she moves—a haunting contrast to her stern aura.