[Ethaya]

@Loscann: You have at least three consecutive sentences starting with "His", not incorrect but it read uncomfortably, might want to.. vary one slightly?

Here mind, yes I know, grammar pwns me:

She is a tiger-like Rajamala and is quite short, standing at 5'2". She moves
with a gentle sway, as if unfamiliar with a steady ground beneath her feet.
Covered in weathered, pale grey fur, her body is petite yet feminine. Horizontal
stripes of charcoal fur start at the tip of her tail and continue up to her
head. The fur at her mane is long and has been parted into numerous small braids
and decorated with beads and shells. Her ears are pointed and darken to nearly
black as they approach the tips. Thickly fringed, round, lavender eyes tilt up
at the corners, staring at the world with a veiled disinterest. Her long striped
tail is curled up just enough to keep it from dragging on the ground. Rough and
covered in calluses, the skin on her palms match her overall weather-beaten
appearance.

[Andante]

There aren't enough Satyrs around.

He is a horned Satyr and is broad of shoulder and strong of hoof. His height is fairly average, he seems to look almost unremarkable and nondescript until you notice the glean in his piercing hazel eyes, only accentuated by dark, menacing eyebrows. Appearing solemn, stern and unyielding at first glance, his face also appears to be a completely impassive mask. His mouth reveals nothing, merely a small hard line above a neatly trimmed beard. Two small tan coloured horns protrude from the top of his forehead amidst flowing black hair, liberally streaked with grey.

[Ethaya]

There aren't enough Satyrs around.

He is a horned Satyr and is broad of shoulder and strong of hoof. His height is fairly average, he seems to look almost unremarkable and nondescript until you notice the glean in his piercing hazel eyes, only accentuated by dark, menacing eyebrows. Appearing solemn, stern and unyielding at first glance, his face also appears to be a completely impassive mask. His mouth reveals nothing, merely a small hard line above a neatly trimmed beard. Two small tan coloured horns protrude from the top of his forehead amidst flowing black hair, liberally streaked with grey.

That's cause satyrs are like sirens only scary. I once saw a "ritual" that resulted in a satyr being summoned. I'm still scarred from that.

[DetheaLesDitor]

desc I use for Siren, Tsol'aa, Mhun, Human:

She is a beautiful Siren and is a spectral, towering form. Her nearly translucent ivory skin hugs her frail frame tightly, faint scars adorning what flesh is present to the eye. A thick, waist-length mane of perfectly straight black hair is bound high upon her head, accenting the angular bones of her face. Striking blue eyes covered by what appears to be an opaque film are set deeply under high-arched brows, made even more prominent by the darkened circles surrounding them. Colorless, full lips turn downward, giving the impression of a faint scowl. A hardly visible perpetual tremor afflicts her wraith-like figure.

desc I use for kitty:

She is a tiger-like Rajamala and is a ghostly, towering feline. Her uneven whitish fur thins in patches to reveal grey skin stretched almost too tightly over whipcord muscles beneath. A mane of unruly coal-black falls in silver-corded shocks about her blunt leonine muzzle, providing the one contrast to otherwise drab coloration. Her watchful cat's eyes are differing colours: one silver, one steel, both flickering with a frightful instability. A long, supple tail switches regularly back and forth like an animate pendulum and her claws twitch in response to some fell, inaudible rhythm.

I dislike all other races.

This post has been edited by DetheaLesDitor: Feb 4 2008, 12:10 AM

[Viera]

There aren't enough Satyrs around.

He is a horned Satyr and is broad of shoulder and strong of hoof. His height is fairly average, he seems to look almost unremarkable and nondescript until you notice the glean in his piercing hazel eyes, only accentuated by dark, menacing eyebrows. Appearing solemn, stern and unyielding at first glance, his face also appears to be a completely impassive mask. His mouth reveals nothing, merely a small hard line above a neatly trimmed beard. Two small tan coloured horns protrude from the top of his forehead amidst flowing black hair, liberally streaked with grey.

That's cause satyrs are like sirens only scary. I once saw a "ritual" that resulted in a satyr being summoned. I'm still scarred from that.

[Elecia!]

Meilii:

She is an insectoid Horkval and is standing at around average height for her race, at
about five feet and ten inches tall with an athletic build. Her opalescent
exo-skeleton shows imperfections around the torso but otherwise reflects its
surroundings all distorted-like. Thin, somewhat slit-like eyes gaze out from under a
thickly plated brow.

distorted-like... <3 viera

Elecia (I think I was mhun at the time I wrote this.):

She is a powerful Troll and is small and dainty. Her soft brown hair glides down her
face and bounces playfully against the tops of her shoulders. Small braids decorate
her hair here and there, tiny silver beads catch the light as they line up and down
the braids. Shimmering brightly from beneath two sets of long curled lashes, fields
of evergreen coloured eyes dazzle curiously as she peeks about. Her pink painted lips
are soft and full, normally curved into a small smile. Her body is meek and small,
though toned almost perfectly for her size. Her soft ivory skin, though not flawless,
is offset by a few tattoos circling around her upper arms.

[Viera]

You've kept it!

<3 Elecia

[Elecia!]

I actually meant to finish the description aswell but I couldn't be bothered. If I still have my SoA on Meilii it still has it too.

[Ilial]

Ilial's. Long, but I really like it. I don't know of any serious mistakes, but let me know if there are any.


She is a winged Atavian and is a dark creature, cold, reticent. Her full wings
spread like midnight shadows from her back, surrounding her body in a black
aura, seemingly soft, and yet without a single feather misplaced, as if never
touched by any other. Her hair, falling in tousled waves, tumbles down to her
knees, so black to almost appear blue in the moonlight. Startling golden eyes
stare from beneath long lashes, a nearly impossible color, like warm honey and
newest gold, though a hint of distrusting shines, nearly always shadowed as if
hiding her soul from those searching for it. Tattooed into the flesh around her
right eye, black swirls and spirals have surrounded her lashes and flow over her
eyebrow and down over her cheek. Extending from the tattoo up towards her hair,
a reddened wound looks quite fresh. Russet lips lay full against her skin,
parting to show her teeth. Her skin, the color of fawn-skin, covers her body,
turning a slight pink along her cheekbones. Small thin scars trace along her
right arm, barely seen against her russet skin, beginning at her cheek and jaw,
and continuing along her chest and down her right side. Other tattoos mark the
flesh along the sides of her throat: a pentagram wreathed in black flame, an "M"
scripted in the center, along the left and a swirling pattern looking similar to
a dagger against the right. Farther down her body, marring the flesh just above
her breast, a third marking in the rough shape of an eye scars her flesh,
looking to be the most recent of the markings, the skin still reddened. Her
frail hands hold more designs, the same black ink used. These show no
distinguishable pattern, though they flow from her wrists to her fingertips,
covering both the back of her hand and her palms. Hidden by her sleeves, the
designs appear to continue up her arms, though one cannot be sure how far they
wind along her limbs. The heady, intoxicating smell of jasmine and sandalwood
surrounds her body, held upright and seemingly unafraid, though her form seems
thin and waif-like.

[Amunet]

She is a human and is pale as death. Her niveous skin seems to glow with an icy
light, in stark contrast to the bloody tendrils of electricity rolling smoothly
across the surface of her chocolate eyes. The occasional red spark ricochets
off of her long black lashes to roll painlessly down her high cheekbones,
disappearing by the time it comes level with the mischievous grin ever-present
upon her lips. Perfectly centred between her forehead and chin, a pert,
attractive nose sits proudly, melding seamlessly with its complementary surroundings. The full hip length of her chatoyant hair has been bundled into
an elegant updo of braids and curls, with two straight locks left loose to frame
either side of her heart-shaped face. With every turn, the silken mass shifts from shimmering raven to a firey sangine hue, giving the impression of fire and
brimstone. Starting at the nape of her neck, a platinum barbell has been placed
between each vertebra of her spine, tipped with sparkling garnets to just above
the small of her back where a tattoo of a black koi curled about a pallid
blossom of asphodel rests against the bustle of her dress. The scales of the
koi have been ingeniously highlighted with bits of onyx embedded into her flesh,
standing as a testament to her commitment to aesthetic beauty. Upon her left
bicep, a well-healed brand scar reads 'Non Serviam' in a sharp, angular script.
A lengthy cigarette holder crafted from black marble rests gracefully in her
left hand, the heady, sinuous tendrils of smoke rising from her clove cigarette
to accent the curves of her voluptuous form.

This isn't Amunet's usual description, just one she used for a wedding she went to. The red pyrotechnics from her eyes and the colour-change effect of her hair are the side effect of a ritual she was a part of; something that she's currently working on reversing. There are a few permanet ritual modifications that are visible in other descriptions that aren't visible in this one, like a brand of a wolf's fang on her left forearm and the arrows of Chaos tattooed in black around her navel. There's also the tattoo of the Ace of Spades that she has as a member of Hermes' Order that was, for the wedding, covered by a pair of elbow-length gloves.


EDIT: I found Amu's normal description prior to the ritual. Here you go.

She is a human and is possessed of an ethereal pallor. Snow white skin covers
her voluptuous frame, almost glowing against the comparative darkness of her
surroundings. Long-lashed eyes the colour of dark chocolate are perched upon her
high cheekbones, flanking the pert, aristocratic nose at the centre of her
heart-shaped face. Her shimmering raven hair, when not coiled into stylish braids or
chignons, runs rampant past her hips. Streaks of colour, ever-changing,
serve to highlight her coiffure, with this week's choice a dark midnight blue,
imperceptible save for in the brightest of light. Over the years she has coupled her
impeccable posture with the nonchalant saunter of the fashionably drunk, obvious
inebriation seamlessly melded with the charm only an aura of decadence can provide.
A smattering of avant garde modifications grace the tundra of her flesh, supplementing
her mien. A well-healed brand upon her left bicep proclaims "Non Serviam",
while a tattoo of the Ace of Spades adorns her forearm, covering an old brand scar of a
wolf's fang. A ladder piercing adorns the skin along her spine, with a glimmering platinum
barbell placed between each vertebra from the nape of her neck downward. Tattoos
flank either side of the ladder, beginning at her shoulder blades with a pair of severed wings and ending
at the small of her back where a pallid blossom of asphodel rests, embraced by a
pitch-black koi. The flash of the koi's scales have been accented by shards of
onyx embedded into her flesh that glimmer with the slightest movement. A risque
perfume wafts about her, bringing everything together as the rich aroma of
absinthe and rum combines with the spicy redolence of her ever-present clove
cigarette.

This post has been edited by Amunet: Feb 4 2008, 01:14 AM

[Thera]

She is a human and is about the average height of any other human female. Her
shoulder length hair resembles straw not just in shade but temperament,
rebellious strands spiking in various directions and tamed only by a tight
ponytail that sits high on her head. She is wiry in build, neither overly
muscular nor voluptuously rounded. Rather, she is lean, her arms and legs firm
and limber. With high cheekbones, a sharp chin, darkly tanned complexion and
golden, eagle-like eyes, she may be considered attractive - if one could ignore
the fact that her nose has clearly been broken several times in the past.

[Tiax]

He is a powerful Troll and is about seven feet tall, having a slightly green complexion, and wrinkled skin. His eyes sit deep in their sockets, and his nose is slightly disfigured. His head is nearly bald, a few strands of grey hair peeking out here and there. His limbs are thin, as are his hands, and they are mottled with blemishes. He stands with a slight slouch, allowing his shoulders to fall forward. His teeth are yellowed, and a few are missing. Large folds of fatty flesh hang forward from his chest, and they jiggle daintily as he moves. A foul odor emanates from his entire body.

He is a [Horkval] and is covered by a thick shell of brown scales. The carapace is irregular, and is missing scales in various places. His eyes are solid black orbs, set deep in his skull. His fingers are uneven, some being quite thick while their neighbors are rather thin, and they move about restlessly. His head sits propped up by a stubby neck, his shoulders nearly reaching the level of his ears. A toothless grin sits on his face, above below his two off-center noseholes.

He is a [Dwarf] and is around four feet tall, and nearly as wide. Folds of flesh layer themselves beneath his chin, creating a virtual cascade of corpulence. His red beard is braided into two long strands descending from either side of his mouth. Large flabby sacks of flesh fall from his chest, resting upon his paunched belly. His nose is crooked, and his mouth is locked in a permanent grin on the left side. A few strands of red hair cling to the top of his shiny, bald skull, struggling to survive. His hands mirror the obesity that dominates the rest of his form, and his fingers are like wrinkled links of hairy sausage.

He is [Grook] and is about five and a half feet tall. His skin is a gooey, slimy mass of flesh stretched over a frame of knotted bone. His skin slips noticeably across his frame as he moves, warping his already grotesque features. His right eye is large and circular, with a tiny black pupil set permanently in the lower right corner. His left eye is very much humanesque, with a solid black iris and pupil. His webbed fingers terminate in soft pads, most of them vaguely circular. A few have been damaged and appear as though they were deflated balloons. His torso is disproportionately thick for his limbs and head, and his flesh is dotted with lumps of various sizes, the surfaces of which ripple with the fluid contained beneath as he walks.

He is a [Satyr] and is of slightly short stature, with hunched shoulders and a nearly bald head. A thin strip of grey hair circles the back of his skull from one ear to the other. The crown of his head is covered in various discolorations, and a few long strands of hair stick out from a few of them. His eyes are half-closed, but a lustful glint reflects from deep inside them. His legs are coated in a patchy layer of brown fur, and his hooved feet are chipped and cracked. His teeth are yellowed, and a few are missing, creating a gapped grin. A long, straggly goatee beard descends down from his chin to mid-chest level

He is a [Atavian] and is framed by two large, nearly skeletal protrusion. A few resilient feathers cling to the patches of flesh that remain attached to the raw bones of his badly neglected wings. His head is entirely bald, but a large wart sits regaly on the crown of his skull, oozing a reddish-brown substance. His mouth is nearly toothless, a single canine that hangs down in front of his lower lip is all that remains. His chin is virtually non-existent, and the front of his face simply disappears into his neck, setting his lower jaw much farther back than its upper counterpart. Long, bony fingers stretch from his withered, calloused hands. His legs are nearly atrophied from non-use, as he prefers to use the remnants of his wings to hover inches above the ground.

Haven't bothered to write ones for other races.

[Requa]

She is a graceful Tsol'aa and is reasonably tall, standing at a little under six
feet largely due to her long, tapered legs. Thick, silken locks in fall colours
cascade down to the small of her back in a rippling red-gold waterfall, a few
unruly strands framing an oval face. One particularly disobedient fiery curl
falls free to slightly obscure a pair of innocent forest green eyes, often wide
with innate curiosity. Her bright gaze is warm and intelligent, with an
ever-present sparkle that betrays her inclination towards laughter and mischief.
Below them, an aquiline nose precedes a sensual, full-lipped mouth. Smooth, pale
skin tinged with the pink of health encompasses her form, her naturally slender
yet unmistakably curvy figure evidence of her developing maturity. She carries
herself proudly, but not overly so, the natural grace of the Tsol'aa evident in
her fluid movements and gestures.

Redid it a few times, but at least it's shorter now.

[Eurulis]

He is a winged Atavian and is 6'3 feet tall. His eyes are yellowish-green and
the colors arange themselves as an overhead veiw of a sunflower on a grassy
field. His hair is chestnut brown, and has grown out over the years and fallen
to his shoulders, and he has not seemed to bother cutting it. His skin is
tanned from wandering among the wilderness for a long time. His wings are white
with a tinge of silver, with a wingspan of just about sixteen feet. His body
frame, moulded by the wilderness, looks strong, yet slender. His chest is wide
and well muscled, and his arms are pretty well muscled as well. You barely
notice the scar on his right hand, which makes up part of the root of a tattoo
of a tree with a flame at the heart of the tree The roots of the tree go all
the way down to the tips of the fingers, and the branches go up to the
shoulder. On the left forearm is a tattoo of Clio among the sycamores, soft
colors filling it in. His abdomen has a slightly chisled shape to it. His legs
are well muscled, but are still as slim as the rest of his body.

Tips would be appreciated!

[Alyanna]

Here is mine for Alyanna.... it's far from the best but I've been slowly modifying it since the summer and for the most part, I like it. I'll take constructive criticism.

She is a beautiful Siren and is a bit on the short side, reaching only 5'2".
Shining hair frames a face that is kind and shows a sense of humor. Her hair has
been layered and dyed an intense shade of auburn with subtle black low-lights to
break up the impact of the red. Behind sweeting bangs, falling to just above her
supple lips, hide slightly timid eyes of the most shocking shade of blue. Laugh
lines are beginning to form prematurely at the edges of her eyes that seem to be
staring to some far away place, with a sometimes vacant look; making her look
older, and as if scarred by experience. The pupils of her eyes have been somehow
magically spelled for the once plain, black pupil of each eye is now a deep
emerald in the shape of a miniature, rearing horse. Taking up a huge portion of
her right arm is rather painful looking brand of an intricate design. The brand
appears to be a knot of strings or lines woven chaotically together, with no
beginning and no end. The symbol is like nothing seen in these lands before and
must have been created by an ancient people. A thick, vertical scar runs in
between her right eye and eyebrow. On her forehead is another, less noticeable
scar. Several other unremarkable scars can be noticed upon her hands and face.
Although she has a tiny body the strong looking muscles tell you she is not
weak. The way she carries herself; proud, and confident, but not arrogant. On
her arms she wears hundreds of thin, iron bangles. Between the bracelets, along
her wrists, you catch sight of now now completely healed scars; from several
years ago, intersecting in all directions. These cuts appear again on her ankles
where her dress doesn't quite meet her sandals. It seems that they had been
carved there long ago with a rather dull knife out of desperation.