Sylvia

'Sweet mother of the Sea Hag! Is that Sylvia?'
'Not exactly. It's the last girl Sylvia poisoned for looking good.'
'Oh...'
'There are similarities.' Vechus stared at an apple, suspicious, before shrugging and biting into it.
'Like?'
'Hair color. Eye color. Skin color.'
'Breast size?'
'Not even close. Those are 34DDDs. I suppose Sylvia is closer to a C-cup.'
'So what's she like?'
'She is the Red Sorceress. She always wears a red dress. She is intelligent, pragmatic, jelaous, sort of a force-of-nature in sensible heels. She's a co-founder of the Yellow Band, along with me and the blue bastard I spoke about earlier. Her defining characteristics are intelligence and envy.'
'That sounds like a barrel of fun.'
'She can also make you THINK that she looks like her.' (Vechus points at the picture)