You must be terrified of Lady Gaga too. Sorry but I watch those and I can not stop laughing. Watch Zef Side and see how every South African sees her, no matter how much horror make up she puts on. Any way I'll stop derailing now.
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He is a mhun. Narrow, golden eyes shimmer pleasantly from under the dark hair
that falls over them. His acrobatic figure is lightly muscled, built for agility
and flexibility. His skin is tanned from exposure to the outdoors, and his
cheeks are dimpled from a life of excess grinning. His stance is well-balanced,
yet casual.
He is wearing:
a sailor's kitbag,
a canvas backpack,
- a pair of simple black trousers,
- an elaborate jester ring of lucid silver,
- a mhun pendant of regal silver, and
- a studded, black leather vest
Pendant: [spoiler]Silver rings interlock to create a stunningly complex foxtail weave, giving the
chain of this necklace durability and strength. Secured by a loop of its own, a
shining, silver pendant dangles at the bottom of the chain. Curving around the
top of the tapered disc is a banner with blank space for engraving. Etched into
the silver is a depiction of the Great Mhunna, towering in front of a throne in
the tunnels of Moghedu. Wielding a deadly silver mace and adorned in full field
plate armour, a mhun knight stands to the left of the Mhunna in valiant support
of his leader. To the right is an elite mhun keeper, poised and ready for any
threat. An elegant, blank banner at the bottom of the pendant provides more room
for engraving.
Engraved on it are the words:
Moghedu[/spoiler]
Ring: [spoiler]Half an inch wide, this band of silver has been shown the greatest persistence
to every minuscule detail in its creation. Entrenched in the shining metal is a
mid-relief etching depicting a prankster in various stages of mischief. His
exquisite features are frozen in a cackling leer as he floats above an
unfortunate nemesis with an inflated balloon in his grasp, flinging a pair of
tarot cards down at his target. Another panel depicts the jester behind a wall,
gleefully manipulating a puppet while his foe screams in agony on the other side
of the wall, grotesquely contorted. In the next frame, an enemy slips on a
banana peel as the prankster's weighted blackjack collides with his skull,
leaving no chance to recover balance as he falls to the ground. The final image
shows the jester skilfully operating a jack-in-the-box, a vicious, clown puppet
springing from the box and bearing down on its victim, who lies helpless and
bound in ropes on the ground. Attractive and functional, the ring's shape is
unique, matching the form of a finger and allowing it to be worn without
inhibiting manual dexterity.[/spoiler] In case the details on those help. I imagine the foxtail weave chain could be a headache but it'd probably be visible.
Xith's a charmer (or fancies himself such) and would wear a smile as though suppressing a terrible joke. The eyes are important though, not the kind you want to look away from. Also Mhun are naturally pale but Xith grew up outside Moghedu, so less pale.
|SPOILER| your art is freakin' mouthwatering |SPOILER|
[spoiler] [/spoiler]My unphotoshopped real face but with photoshopped hair. Xith hair I have a very short description so that's why I provide the extra details.
I like my steak like I like my Magic cards: mythic rare.
These are pretty amazing, Tibs. I will hop on board too. This is my character's description:
He is a winged atavian and the skin of his upper right arm is burned into the shape of a crude escarbuncle within a border, Mhaldor's coat of arms. Broad of shoulder and standing a few inches beneath six feet, he is bearing of a proud, regal demeanour. His build is slender and toned, a life lived indoors exhibits itself through his pale complexion. His hair falls freely below his shoulders, a tangled mass of ebony-black held back from his face by a simple leather braid. A length of hair falls beside his ear, tied together with coloured twine and beads, and finished with feathers gathered from an unclear origin. His eyes stare out observantly from his chiseled features, green with flecks of red and orange reflected by the light. An inked tattoo of dark crimson remains printed upon his face below his left eye, in the image of a worn and battered maple leaf. His fingers are long and dexterous, callused on the palms from physical labour. Framing his figure, dark-as-night wings jut magnificently from his back.
He is wearing:
a suit of scale mail,
a formal, shadowy silk shirt,
a pair of shadowy silk trousers,
a shadowy silk belt,
a pair of shadowy gloves,
a bag of stasis,
a steel war amulet of blood and ash,
a canvas backpack,
a quiver, a dark titanium Naga adder bracelet, and
He is a Chaos Lord and is of average stature. Smooth, dark skin covers lean bunches of muscle, the stark white sclera of his one visible eye contrasting sharply with his complexion and rust-coloured iris. His ink-black hair is tied into dozens of tastefully matted braids hanging just past his shoulder, each lock woven through with countless irregular pieces of tarnished silver - the makeshift chimes effecting a soft, metallic tinkling as he moves. His gesticulations are oddly exaggerated and uncomfortably deliberate, belying an otherwise extreme economy of motion.
The one relevant piece of clothing (the mask):
The thin silver of this fitted mask has been left unpolished and shows significant tarnishing. Covering the left eye, the mask narrows as it sweeps down across the nose, widening again to cover the right half of the mouth and face and terminating just as it reaches the jaw. The surface of the mask is smooth, broken only by a simplified facsimile of a human eye and half a pair of expressionless lips.
He is a Chaos Lord and is of average stature. Smooth, dark skin covers lean bunches of muscle, the stark white sclera of his one visible eye contrasting sharply with his complexion and rust-coloured iris. His ink-black hair is tied into dozens of tastefully matted braids hanging just past his shoulder, each lock woven through with countless irregular pieces of tarnished silver - the makeshift chimes effecting a soft, metallic tinkling as he moves. His gesticulations are oddly exaggerated and uncomfortably deliberate, belying an otherwise extreme economy of motion.
The one relevant piece of clothing (the mask):
The thin silver of this fitted mask has been left unpolished and shows significant tarnishing. Covering the left eye, the mask narrows as it sweeps down across the nose, widening again to cover the right half of the mouth and face and terminating just as it reaches the jaw. The surface of the mask is smooth, broken only by a simplified facsimile of a human eye and half a pair of expressionless lips.
In light of recent events, it looks like Tael might actually be shelved for good. I really wish you could delete posts, but request rescinded!
Add me to the list, please. I'll send over my description in a PM when it's time, I'll probably take a stab at making some changes to it between now and then (and I suspect I'll have plenty of time to procrastinate on it since the queue is so long).
Oh my gosh. These are just divine. I'd like to be added to the list please.
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
I would very much like to be added to the line of amazing portraits.
What I look like: He is a human. He is tall and muscular with good posture and crisp movements that mark years of military training. He has silver blue eyes and platium blonde hair, cut short and face clean shaven. He has two scarred protrusions coming from his back where wings use to be. His right arm has a scar that runs from his elbow to the back of his hand, and a brand, a crude escarbuncle within a border, Mhaldor's coat of arms.
What I wear: Crafted from plates of light, Arcadian steel and reinforced at the joints by links of chainmail, this suit of full plate armour is anything but ornamental. Largely unadorned, the plates of this full plate armour are instead marked with the dents, sword-etches, and char marks of a lifetime of hard use. Hammered into the steel over the left breast, amid the canvas of battle scars, are three symbols, arranged in a triangle: a silver whirlwind, a willow tree, and a mailed fist.
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Just a guess.
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Pendant:
[spoiler]Silver rings interlock to create a stunningly complex foxtail weave, giving the
Ring:
[spoiler]Half an inch wide, this band of silver has been shown the greatest persistence
In case the details on those help. I imagine the foxtail weave chain could be a headache but it'd probably be visible.
Xith's a charmer (or fancies himself such) and would wear a smile as though suppressing a terrible joke.
The eyes are important though, not the kind you want to look away from. Also Mhun are naturally pale but Xith grew up outside Moghedu, so less pale.
|SPOILER| your art is freakin' mouthwatering |SPOILER|
[spoiler]
[/spoiler]My unphotoshopped real face but with photoshopped hair. Xith hair
I have a very short description so that's why I provide the extra details.
I am getting aboard this train:
He is a Chaos Lord and is of average stature. Smooth, dark skin covers lean bunches of muscle, the stark white sclera of his one visible eye contrasting sharply with his complexion and rust-coloured iris. His ink-black hair is tied into dozens of tastefully matted braids hanging just past his shoulder, each lock woven through with countless irregular pieces of tarnished silver - the makeshift chimes effecting a soft, metallic tinkling as he moves. His gesticulations are oddly exaggerated and uncomfortably deliberate, belying an otherwise extreme economy of motion.
The one relevant piece of clothing (the mask):
The thin silver of this fitted mask has been left unpolished and shows significant tarnishing. Covering the left eye, the mask narrows as it sweeps down across the nose, widening again to cover the right half of the mouth and face and terminating just as it reaches the jaw. The surface of the mask is smooth, broken only by a simplified facsimile of a human eye and half a pair of expressionless lips.
Holy shiiit.
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(Stay gold, Ponyboy)
What I look like:
He is a human. He is tall and muscular with good posture and crisp movements that mark years of
military training. He has silver blue eyes and platium blonde hair, cut short and face clean shaven.
He has two scarred protrusions coming from his back where wings use to be. His right arm has a scar
that runs from his elbow to the back of his hand, and a brand, a crude escarbuncle within a border,
Mhaldor's coat of arms.
What I wear:
Crafted from plates of light, Arcadian steel and reinforced at the joints by links of chainmail,
this suit of full plate armour is anything but ornamental. Largely unadorned, the plates of this
full plate armour are instead marked with the dents, sword-etches, and char marks of a lifetime of
hard use. Hammered into the steel over the left breast, amid the canvas of battle scars, are three
symbols, arranged in a triangle: a silver whirlwind, a willow tree, and a mailed fist.
Thank you, much love.