Vys wasn't really an elf, though a quick glance made it very easy to assume such: Pointed ears, lissome physique, whipcord lean and sharp features. A contrast of pale skin with jetblack hair, obsidian piercings and intricate tattoos, Vys treated her body like a canvas and wasn't too shy about putting it on display with ornate sleeve tattoos and jagged, aggressive scripture written on her back.

A creature of intense cruelty and malice, Vys was a marriage of elven, fey-like grace and raptor-like intent. Ice blue iris in pitch black pools flit and stare wide and eagle-eyed at others with intensity and purpose, inviting a promise of catharsis that didn't always match the bear-trap grin of her metal fangs.

She hailed from spaces in between: A yawning abyss of a realm rippling with the heady promise of sensations unimaginable. Her smoky voice effortlessly bends with flair and energy, twinned with an inhuman echo that was both cold and vivacious.