Psynateh has a dark purple skin that appears almost black unless compared to a true shade of the same is criss-crossed by labyrinthine, silverish patterns. This raptorian (of Megaraptor proportions) has a flowing, soft purple-plum plume that is in constant motion even in places devoid of wind. Blue eyes have the capability to shift to a fierce magenta or even glaring, radiant white when the pokémon is angry.
Her types are Psychic and Dark.
She leads the legendary Council with Solalon and is often the only one to 'speak' during the proceedings. Due to her importance in the Council, she occasionally crafts herself the illusion of a human form, reasonably skilled in communicating in facial expressions and body language given her real identity, though still notably alien in her demeanour.
She has the ability to 'taste' souls (more literally than you might think).
Collected from Arsaga:
She raises her right hand, delicate fingers stretching, and a faint veil of colour seems to swirl in helix from her fingers, back up across her arm, engulfing her shape in another blurring, melting her appearance surprisingly abruptly into that of a raptorian, scales a dark violet that almost pass for black, silvered, labyrinthine patterns of highlights across them, bright eyes latching onto Marcus as she gestures at him, wavey, dark plum feathers falling about her neck. ~That one,~ she gestures to him, arm straight and outstretched, before twisting it as it travels to point at Devi. ~And that one,~ she remarks, darkly, into the minds of all four captives, as well as - evidently - Jagdish's. ~Which of them battled you first?~
“The boy,” Jagdish remarks, almost tonelessly. The slender muzzle of the dark raptorian snaps to point at Marcus' shape. Her irides are still framed by gold, arcing streaks, mingled with silver. ~Him, then,~ she remarks, inclining that muzzle, stare unrelenting. Jagdish steps to behind the row of captives, his own slender fingers fishing for the key, retrieving it with a soft tinker of metal, before sliding it into Marcus' cuffs… but not turning. “Know that if you assault me, I guarantee you will make things worse for yourself,” he whispers, eyes narrowed slightly. He does not wait for a sign of acknowledgement, the key grating in the lock as it snaps open, releasing Marcus' hands from the cuffs. ~Come forward,~ the raptorian with the labyrinthine, silvery patterns demands, stood still where she is.
Her eyes sparkling with that eerie, alien life, the psychic pokémon's gaze is upon Marcus, the most of her once more unmoving, only those eyes swirling their colour slightly, granting the bizarre appearance of both careful scrutiny and an empty, absent-minded glance, simultaneously. Abruptly, latter clears, flecks of gold coming to a stop at the edges of her irides. ~Human, you are sentenced to experience the pain you have inflicted upon your pokémon, both wittingly and unwittingly - and to death for former.~