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This is God-Beast Khepri, Before Omei decided to attach wings to her and use her as a mount. Don't have that desc though.
Standing here on all fours is a large animal of some kind. Its fur is a dark blue with patches of white overlapping in a chaotic pattern. Its body is large, far too big for its head, and its limbs, although strong-looking, bend unnaturally inwards. Long, black claws extend from the beast's huge paws. It hastwo short, pointed ears, one of them hanging more to the side of the skull instead of atop. Its muzzle is small, and has been sewn shut with black thread. Some stitches have snapped, however, the sharp teeth inside the beast's mouth far too big to keep the maw fully closed. Above its nose are two large eyes withpitch black sclera and inside, rectangular, blue irises move about frantically.
^(this is a good thing)
Anybody got Lanos desc, for starters? And Arion's?
Ivoln of old
in a pair of trousers, a set of greaves, and a flowing, golden sash. His flesh,
composed of miniscule grains of sand, shifts and crawls in a perpetual state of
motion; nevertheless, He maintains a solid, robust form. Strong, proud features
dominate His barren head, and His eyes, lacking pupils, are claylike orbs. The
raw, pungent stench of earth exudes from Him.
Dhar of old
over His head. The hem of the cloak hangs several inches above the floor
revealing nothing beneath it as it flaps gently in a non-existent breeze. Long
white hair hangs from beneath the hood, partially obscuring His face. The face
beneath the hood is impossible to perceive, as it appears to be in a state of
constant motion. No one feature remains the same for more than a moment, leaving
any sense of personal identity completely missing.
Galleus of old
strands of black and silver hair cascade down broad shoulders ensconced in a
robe of ebon and azure, with clouds and stars appearing and fading away upon its
surface. His skin, pale as the winter moon, glows with a soft radiance, and His
eyes are pools of night, within which distant stars glitter and burn. Thin lips
of rose-red complete a well defined face, all features seeming as though carved
with a master's touch. His body is lithe, but well-built, and in many ways seems
both young and old.
Slyphe of old
is covered in scales, the numberless plates resembling a fish's scales or a suit
of armor. These scales shimmer pale blue and sea green, the iridescent nature of
each causing His frame to appear to undulate like ripples on a pond. His fingers
and toes are connected with lucent webbing between the digits as delicate as a
spider's silk. More as a badge of honor than a true injury, a jagged discolored
scar mars His right side. His broad face is characterized by sharp cheekbones
and a square chin. Closely cropped hair, like knots of seaweed, frames His face
like a crown.
Chakrasul of old
features of a delicate child. Her flesh is the white perfection of youth, Her
flawless complexion broken only by arching ebon brows, and a soft, full rosebud
mouth. Her wide eyes are a vivid, startling jade, framed by inky lashes that
brush full cheeks when She blinks. Her fine, dark hair is pulled back from Her
face in two elaborate braids, the strands woven through with platinum filaments
fashioned into the twining forms of gleaming serpents, each clasping a black
pearl drop within its jaws. A thin, wyrmsilk veil is pinned to Her elaborate
coiffure, the shimmering folds spilling down Her back to trail along the ground,
the edge of the fabric adorned with the living forms of a million tiny duskywing
butterflies.
a canvas backpack
a bullet satchel
Lleis
grass stains and earthen residue. She is wearing:
a circlet woven from blooming wildflowers
a simple white robe, hemmed in grass stains
Old Severn
the Claws of Artifice
the Mask of Dissimulation
Khepri
in the appropriate places. Her face is solemn, palest alabaster skin startling against eyes of purest midnight blue,
almost black in their deep intensity. Thick lashes, delicate brows and high cheekbones give Her face an almost gaunt
appearance, belied only by the slight quirk to Her mouth, deepest rose pink lips against brilliant white teeth. Thick
curls of ebon black cluster loosely around Her face and shoulders.
(covering the body) : an iridescent gown of icy blue silk
(worn on the belt) : a woven mithril pouch
Lleis
and Her face is mostly round with a pointed chin, straight nose, and the twinge of a smirk on plush lips. Beneath arched
black eyebrows, Her two almond shaped eyes are modestly downturned. They appear to be a dark color but Her eyelashes are
such a thick black they mask their true hue. Her ebony hair has been swept back into an elegantly elaborate hairstyle of
twisting and looping coifs with one long plait falling to Her knees and ending in a red tassel. Stylized deep orange
tattoos of swirling blooming flowers cover Her nimble fingers and hands completely, stretching up to Her elbows to end
in double bands on each arm. She is no great beauty but She is not homely either, surrounded by mortal women She would
not be easy to pick out of a crowd.
(worn on head) : billowing white trousers
(covering the body) : a midriff blouse of golden linen
(worn on the back) : the Efflorescent Bow
(worn on the back) : a tinkling anklet of golden bells
(around one wrist) : a luminous bracelet of flame
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