Vylache the Glorious

Vylache the Glorious is, in appearance, a startling creature, swan-like. Massive white wings spread from hir back and curve down, and hir feathers cover her in a lustrous silken wash. All things about hir are over-sweet, begging to be tasted. Hir neck curves up high to support hir swan's head, crowned in gold and silver. The silver itself is a liquid stream that runs down the back of hir neck and settles in between hir wings, spreading out to support a mottled corset that mimicks cleavage on a non-mammalian form.

Hir body is, in the main, not highly anthropomorphised. Hir wings are unusually dextrous, and serve hir for clumsy hands, and hir webbed feet are quite agile in and of themselves. Vylache is, however, nearly eight feet tall due to distinctly un-swanlike legs which appear more as though they belong to a secretary bird, and hir rainment moves from corset to a cascade of draping silver silks. This does little to hide the fact that shi appears to be in part Bonobian, possessing a curved jewel-like shot of colour on hir belly which appears to be the gland.

Mistakes, can happen, of course. When Vylache smiles, silver drips from hir fanged mouth.

Anyone can fail and fall in Strange.

Faction

Vylache is a Hemotopian. Shi was a Bonobian, and quite happy as one, but failed to take appropriate cautionary procedures and unfortunately her backup time synced poorly. Converted some years ago, shi holds court in Strange, hir Bonobian appetites remaining and hir new Hemotopian ones augumenting them. Shi is not...a nice creature, for all that shi is well capable of appearing as courtly, mannered, and thoughtful as any leopard hiding their true spots.

Vylache is, simply, astonishingly adept socially, and while not seeking to lead any particular group, is likely fascinated by Morgan's court.

Mask

Vylache the Glorious is a Masks.