A diminutive woman, standing at about five feet even, Claryxinenthia presents an exotic image to the rest of the world. In her native form she possesses a blend of innocence and malignance, her small size, apparent clumsiness, and naturally large eyes lending to the notion of innocence. Meanwhile it's hard to miss the horns, the clawed fingers, the shadowy wings that seem there and not, and the fiendish tail. Her skin seems not quite normal, seeming to be made of some exotic and incredibly soft and smooth artificial material. In motion she can be disturbing and unpleasant to behold, her movements having an artificial look that lands her firmly into uncanny valley territory. Worse yet every so often her motions sometimes produce a harsh scraping sound one might expect of an abused chalkboard.
In terms of demeanor she varies between calm and worked up, rarely finding a place between the two extremes, though the former tends to be the more common state by far. She is rarely seen without a porcelain mask over her face, giving her a perpetual smile.