^{As a Vila I am both beautiful and vain.}
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_{^{PRIMARY APPEARANCE:}}
At 5’11 and 132lbs, I look like death while in human form. I wear a long and tattered white dress…and am somewhat of a klutz. I tend to trip on its ragged edges while attempting to emerge gracefully from the fog. This interrupts my seductive, haunting melodies, and so more than one traveler has escaped my serenades.

My hair is lengthy, thick, and red—but tangled and clumped in places. This gives me a sexy, visceral look with no hope of ghostly elegance. My dangerous green eyes are the only sign of life I exhibit, and they can hold a man for years…assuming I don’t fall flat on my lovely face.

_{SECONDARY FORM:}
Unfortunately, unlike others of my kind, I can’t morph into a dozen shapes.

I am cold-hearted, as Vila magic requires, but my hot temper limits me. I feel embarrassment and a few other distinctly human emotions. Because of this shortcoming, my only other form is the arctic wolf. Luckily, I am more graceful in this shape…and my howls can drive men to insanity.