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Album of Bluef during her time in Achaea
omg how did i miss this thread. you're amazing, gosh
Yes, you're purple, it's a horrible fate to be sure.
How Syri looks:
She is a human with a lissome and strong body. A taller woman, she stands nearly six feet in height and has a pale, freckled complexion. Her heart-shaped face bears a button nose and dark brown eyes framed by gracefully curved eyebrows. Atop her head is a mess of auburn curls, their length hacked short and lying unevenly.
What she wears:
A golden six-sided die earring through her left ear, a blouse of snowy silk with ivory clasps, a wrap-around skirt of midnight blue, knee-high boots of dark leather, a silver armband depicting a Cyrenian scene, and a beautiful Cyrenian charm bracelet. (Situational gear, items, batteries, etc. not included)
With:
He is a human. Where one would expect a mortal visage, it is largely obscured with a helmet of blackened and crimson steel, crafted to a fitted dome designed to protect the skull. Ridges mark throughout all but the front-most portion of the helm, resembling the cycloid scales of a fish. Most of his face is veiled beneath the visor of the helmet: the material becoming smoother, lighter in color, and tinted with a deep, ruddy crimson. Resembling the upper beak of a bird of prey, the front of the helmet curves down and out into a smooth, pointed hook just past Bronislav's chin, hiding his face from view without even openings for his eyes to see through. The curve of the visor offers enough room to breathe, speak, and even bite if he were so inclined. The hint of a full, trimmed beard of chestnut-brown can be seen, the only indication of the man beneath the helmet. He stands at about six feet tall, broad shouldered, with skin that has grown sunkissed over time spent hunting and along the beaches. His hands are hard and rough, stained with ink and flecked with gold. Etched into the flesh of his left hand is a single circle of fresh scar tissue with a matching line dragged across it, down his palm. His body seems rugged and powerful - the result of one more accustomed to hunting beasts in the wild than any sort of disciplined exercise.
Without:
He is a human. Rich, chestnut-brown hair frames a plain, chiseled face that seems weather-beaten by his time outdoors. His hair is carefully cut just above his shoulders with round, human ears on either side of his head. A full, trimmed beard matches the color of his hair, and his aquiline nose is the only hint of aristocratic bearing on his otherwise common visage. He stands at about six feet tall, broad shouldered, with skin that has grown sunkissed over time spent hunting and along the beaches. Stormy, deep-set eyes are flecked with amber, revealing a quiet intensity and a hint of darkness within the man. Small, narrow lips reveal canines that are somewhat more pronounced, the razored tips of pearl white showing themselves whenever his mouth opens. His hands are hard and rough, stained with ink and flecked with gold. Etched into the flesh of his left hand is a single circle of fresh scar tissue with a matching line dragged across it, down his palm. His body seems rugged and powerful - the result of one more accustomed to hunting beasts in the wild than anything else.
Make him look fierce.
Edit: OH, clothing..
Wearing:
A small iron sheath (Go go Thoth's fang)
a triple banded platinum and diamond ring
subtly shadowed, black leather boots
an Ekanelian Jewel
a Clasped Claw Armband
a steel chain backstrap (Go go SoA)
a glittering cyclonic ring
a man's white silk shirt
a Hood of the Sphinx
pressed black trousers
a glittering serpent ring with red stones
a handsome tuxedo jacket in classic black
a glacial sapphire brooch
a Logosian ring
a dragonskin pack
Assembler's Pendant
an amulet of misty ice
a jewelled belthook of blued steel (Whippy!)
a Lupine bow
a quiver
a Loki's Tear amulet
a ring of endurance
a Belt of the Titans
a simple scroll case
a bone ring with a firelash rune,
a bone ring with a magic rune
a bone ring with a lightning rune
a bone ring etched with ice crystals
a bone ring etched with flames
If you requested and you don't see your name here, give me a shout.
I've slowed down a little due to Dragon Age / power failures and Christmas prep but will pick up again eventually.
Aegoth = Aedin = Aerek
Im just gonne combine the lot of you for simplicity.
Please add me to your list, too, please.
Thanks!
Standing tall, this creature is pale, his skin almost paper-thin beneath the light. Shoulder-length, shining black hair is pulled cleanly behind his pointed ears. Long and gaunt, his face shows signs of strain from extended study. Gracing his forehead is the Mark of the Twin II. Set squarely between his eyes, the mark has scarred over, permanently sealed in his skin. The scar itself is raised somewhat as if it took too long to heal. A long, pointed nose gives way to pursed, thin lips and deep dimples. Piercing, thoughtful gray eyes peer out from between sagging, worn eyelids. Thin, toned arms hang at his sides, his long, boney fingers extending almost 7 inches. The edges of his left sleeve are rolled up to the elbow, keeping the fabric of his robes from touching what appears to be a slowly healing wound. The scabbed-over sore consists of two long gashes, running the length of his forearm, forming a crude Mark of the Twin 'II.' The cut has been freshly peeled open, the wound filled with a mixture of puss and dried blood, the skin around it curled painfully away. Rivlets of dried blood vine down his arm, evidence of the injury's failure to heal. A firm, resolute posture befits this quiet being, his back straight at most times.
He almost always is wearing tattered robes of grey humanoid leather.
i saw that you hate commissions. I so wigs you didn't.
Also, the art is good, but the people falling over themselves is more amusing.
When Canada rules the world,
things will be... nii~ice.
(I think you're secretly a Disney princess)
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
Edit: Hi Atalkez. ;P
Awed and amazed, I'd like to add my name to your ever growing list of requests. I know it's quite massive but well worth the wait! Whenever you get close to my ed of the list I will provide a description and relevant clothing.
thank you so much for doing this! It really can't be stated how gorgeous your art is and how beautiful you are for making it.