Velyriss moves with a sinuous grace, her lithe frame flowing effortlessly like liquid shadow across a moonlit room. Her skin is the deep obsidian typical of her kin, but with a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer reminiscent of spider silk. Her long hair is an unusual shade of ash gray, braided tightly with thin strands of silver wire that catch light oddly, contrasting with her dark visage. Her eyes are a startling, pale violet with vertical pupil slits, giving the eerie impression she perpetually glimpses into both the shadow and the light. Unexpectedly, she wears a crimson silk scarf wrapped around her neck, embroidered with tiny gold sigils of the Sovereign Host — a vivid splash of color contradictory to her otherwise muted palette. When she walks, her steps are barely audible, but her presence radiates an intense alertness, as if she’s always listening to whispers no one else hears.