He is a dexterous Yeleni who bears a form similar to the fauns of the Ancient Heartwood. Supple musculature covers a lithe, powerful frame and wickedly stained claws tip overly long arms covered from the elbow down with a thin pelt of brown fur. Causing him to tip forward in a near-constant predatory crouch, his weight is carried upon bovine legs, the flesh beneath hidden by a thick pelt of brown fur and ending in cloven feet. Though gentle in his movements, a sort of fierce decisiveness underscores everything he does, unspoken violence underscoring softly spoken words. Sharing a few features with the fauns of the Heartwood, his long, gaunt face has a pronounced ridge throughout the nasal cavity, goat-like furred ears sprout from the sides of his head and his nut-brown skin boasts a hardened and inflexible look, as though carved from wood. Small glass objects and pieces of bone have been braided through black hair that is moss-like in texture and a pale, featureless bone mask hangs from his belt. He is wearing:
6 silver rings
a supple snakeskin rucksack
a simple bag made from an old banner
a leather herb pouch
a white crystal amulet
a pair of diffusal goggles
a gold star
a dhurive bandolier of polished dark leather
a savage suit of bone-adorned chainmail
a pair of cloth wrap gloves
a blue crystal amulet
a cracked fang earring
a black and gold silk loincloth
a lunar eclipse medallion
a cracked hematite medallion of the Pride
an iron ylem-binding gauntlet
a gold stud earring
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"The smell of dusty fur, sweet smoke, waiting and patience, a thing that time cannot kill. The moth that candles won't burn."
By way of advice: don't describe his mannerisms, or nestle them within broader strokes of his appearance.
I can just see Kiyo's conniption now.
@Emelle, as soon as you pointed out that redundant sentence I realized how awkward the phrasing and the cadence on the whole thing was. Rather than getting rid of that sentence, I decided to fix everything around it and give it some sort of justification (with a few tweaks of course). Maybe its still redundant? And thanks for pointing out the eyes, I thought I'd put that in. I was at work when I hit 100 and couldn't wait to go endgame, so I had to write a description on the fly while distracted by work and the actual RP event of Haern pumping Ang full of <REDACTED>.
@Zun I just ended up kicking that whole part out. Looking at it now, it's just filler.
EDIT: Forgot a damn comma >.<
"The smell of dusty fur, sweet smoke, waiting and patience, a thing that time cannot kill. The moth that candles won't burn."
THAT BEING SAID...it's almost -too- poetic, y'know? Like I had to read it, then interpret it. That's fine for emotes, but kinda too much work for a description, in my opinion.
Also the last three sentences just...don't read right. It might have something to do with the punctuation and the pacing of them? I wish I could give better feedback, but my allergy medication is kicking in and I'm starting to feel like my signature.
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(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."
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Yes, that.
Arbre, translate all my posts today for me. Kthx.
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(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."
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(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."
"The smell of dusty fur, sweet smoke, waiting and patience, a thing that time cannot kill. The moth that candles won't burn."
I also try to avoid permanency in the description, but I felt I kind of cheated it with putting stuff like 'typically'. Apparently I didn't!
She is a resilient Atavian that stands at a solid five feet, nine inches tall with a woman's figure,
the curves of her body giving her a strong, healthy appearance. Light blonde hair is braided tightly
against the sides of her head, the top pushed back away from her face witha few more thick braids.
Smaller, beaded braids are mixed in amongst the golden locks that fall loosely past her shoulders.
Stark blue eyes stand out in contrast against the pallor of her skin, set in a face marked by
hardship, the most prominent being a jagged scar that mars her face, running from her left temple
down to her chin. The wings behind her are a mottled brown color, resembling the coloring of a Great
Horned Owl, the light tan feathers growing progressively darker towards the tips.
Its Hunt, or be Hunted. ➴
"The smell of dusty fur, sweet smoke, waiting and patience, a thing that time cannot kill. The moth that candles won't burn."
"The smell of dusty fur, sweet smoke, waiting and patience, a thing that time cannot kill. The moth that candles won't burn."
She is a dexterous Lupine standing chest level with the average human when on all fours and well over when upright. Her frame is trim and lean, clearly built for speed over strength. Grey fur covers the majority of her body with an insulating black undercoat, the grey guard hairs coarse to the touch while the black fur beneath is downy and fine. Shining through like lava beneath cracked rock, a network of fiery tattoos cut artful swaths through her fur, an occasional prominence arching between designs. Her legs and muzzle are a warm cream color fading to white on her belly. Bright green eyes are set an elegantly tapered muzzle and gold flecks in the iris are evident as they catch and reflect even the slightest light. Hard grey claws tip each of the digits on her massive paws and a thick bottle-brush tail sways back and forth behind her to aid in balance when she moves. The aroma of scintilily flowers hanging about her is overwhelming, though not quite strong enough to overcome the stench of dirt, blood, and wet dog.