Taphrodel’s (accent on the first syllable, TAFF-ro-dell) customary appearance does not seem to match her origin.  She’s not a monster, at least not in the form she usually wears to travel the mortal world: she looks basically like an enchantingly pretty girl of maybe twenty years at most.  Very tall for a woman, she reaches six feet exactly with the assistance of a favorable couple of inches of boot heel, and notably slender, such that she seems just slightly too narrowly framed for her height.  Smooth pale skin and fine fair delicate features, ice-blue eyes and ruler-straight glossy ink-black hair, built like a whip, all sleek dancer's physique and long coltish limbs and subtle elegant curves, she moves with easy natural precision and grace.  Moments of heightened emotion are when the less humanish aspects of her heritage are made manifest: her skin fades from pale to stark white, her hands extend from the fingertips into wicked talons, her eyes disappear in pools of bottomless darkness, and most strikingly, massive black-feathered wings burst from her shoulder blades.  But most of the time she hides these demonic signs behind a veil of minor shapeshifting ability.