Velkynna is a striking tiefling woman whose elegance feels engineered to disarm. Her skin is the warm tone of burnished copper with a faint metallic sheen, as if lamplight lingers on it. Two small horns curl back from her temples like scorpion stingers, polished black at the tips and threaded with gold wire. Her hair is long, glossy, and white as fresh ash, worn in elaborate braids that sway like tassels when she walks. One eye is molten amber, the other a cool pale lilac, giving her gaze a mismatched, almost theatrical intensity. She moves with poised, predatory stillness, then suddenly becomes all fluid motion, like a dancer remembering a blade. Her smile is serene, but her hands are covered in tiny ink scars from old contracts and stage tattoos. The unexpected detail is that she always smells faintly of rain-soaked cedar and lemon custard, as if she stepped out of a noble greenhouse rather than a velvet salon.