"Everyone else can go ahead and live in their beige movie. I prefer mine in Technicolor. They might all look at me and they might talk about me and they might think I'm weird.
And you know what? I couldn't possibly disappoint them.
So let's not.
Instead, let's show them how it's done."
MASK
Though all of only five-foot-three in height (though her fondness for high heels often adds to this), Madam Carmilla often manages to draw the eyes of any room she may occupy with very little effort.Porcelain-pale with ruby-red lips, enchanting green eyes, and flowing tresses of deep, glossy midnight-blue, she styles and presents herself with an air of timeless beauty and an edge of the Film Noir femme fatale. She speaks with a breathy, seductive voice carrying a syrupy-sweet Southern accent, and never dresses in anything that doesn't tastefully flatter her rather remarkably-shapely form - be that expensive evening gowns, elaborate BDSM-wear, or simply an elegant satin housecoat. Regardless of her fashions' style, her wardrobe generally tends toward blacks and reds. She is seldom seen without tasteful accents of jewelry, and generally carries the scent of subtle perfumes.
MIEN
For those with eyes to see beneath the Mask and witness her true Mien, the changes are largely subtle at a glance: Her skin grows even paler and her hair a more iridescent shade of midnight, and her green eyes grow brighter and ever-so-slightly luminescent; her ears taper to graceful points and a pair of elaborate red horns grow from her temples, often easily mistaken for fanciful hair decorations. Looking upon her shadow reveals it to have a pair of succubus-like wings not visible on her own body, but when she is caught in the throes of strong emotions or invoking Contracts they appear at her back, flaring outward in a dramatic display but as insubstantial as an evening mist.
MANTLE
Her Mantle rises up all about her, carrying the scent of a rose garden touched by midnight fog, fireflies dance in the corner of the viewer's eyes, and the soft breeze surrounding her carries the faint sound of pleasured moans and gasps.