With skin like polished obsidian and eyes that flicker with hidden fire, Oryssa moves with the effortless grace of smoke in moonlight. Born of infernal blood and mortal ambition, she walks with sensual graceful seduction and a hint of nobilish sovereignty.

Oryssa's beauty rivals that of most succubi, and her toned, graceful body is rarely covered in anything but luxurious jewelry.
The scent of expensive perfumes and lotions linger behind her wherever Oryssa makes her path.