they are the true mix between the witch and the jester that they are born from. purple eyes with the outer ring of green, good for the nighttime, two glowing orbs of spookiness. tall and slender, a perfect vision of a cryptic that roams only during the night, legs that could stretch throughout the forests, covering two feet with a single stride. they are intertwined with their mother's wiccan coat, earthen and dusted over with creams. poison seeps in over their coat, whispering around the edges of their fur and over their skull. the black is so wicked, it shines purple in the stark of day, which is unusal, to see the cryptid out walking in daylight. braided onto their chin is a small goatee, colored white, thinning with each year of life, a gift granted to them by their disgraceful father. whether it thins on it's own or moros tries to pull the hair out, hating the sight of it, is unknown.