Stone Bear:
A northman: tall, rangy, blond, and unkempt. Average in almost every way--
not particularly strong, tough, smart, wise, or attractive, but with a
quickness and economy of motion that belies his eagerness to come to grips
with his enemies. His bear's-head cape, seemingly fresh-skinned from its
prior owner, adds to his strength and endurance. Just between the tops of
his high ratty boots and the low hem of his chain shirt, you can barely make
out strong, wiry legs and scarred, snow-burned knobby knees. Stone Bear
flexes his hands into fists, and the bear's tendon wraps around his knuckles
grind and groan in anticipation. Sacred fire begins to snake across his
enitre body-- his only weapon. His raven flutters away with a cry, leaving
empty eye sockets staring out at you-- and through you-- as he studies your
soul for every weakness.
Malachite:
CURRENTLY IN STORY HOUR:
Athletic build, about 6' tall. Dark hair, brown eyes, pale skin. Van
dyke. Consensus seems to be that he'd be played by Dylan McDermott.
Crystal plate armor with spikes (githyanki make, as it turns out).
Shield a with sun-symbol on it. Chapellar surcoat (green with a white
chevron). Wielding a sun blade in his right hand. Badass leather
gauntlets. Surprisingly garish cape.
TODAY IN GAME:
As above, but change pale skin to tanned. Crystal armor is no longer
spiky. Chapellar surcoat now has gold trim. Over the surcoat he now
wears a metal-link sash, running from left shoulder to right hip; set
within it is a large green emerald, mounted on the belt so that it is
positioned over the heart.
Nolin:
5'8" or 5'9", with sandy blonde hair and green eyes. At rest, his features seem too large, too clumsy and too melancholy for traditional good looks. But fired as they are by the continual flashes of humor, inspiration, intelligence, mockery and sheer force of personality, Nolin's features are seldom at rest. He used to dress in greens and greys, but the gift of a Celestial Battle Cloak of ruby and gold from his sister Kiri and friend Tao put an end to subtle dressing. Nolin's usual expression is one of intelligent self mockery. When he plays, the wry demeanor falls away to be replaced by an expression of transcendent joy.
CURRENTLY IN STORY HOUR: A pile of grey dust, burnt feathers and slagged equipment.
Not that I have any art talent. But if I did a poor example, perhaps somebody else would be inclined to do a better one? Oh hey, houw about a circle of cheese? Maybe a montage of stuff piked up from Nacreous in the thread dealing with stuff like that?
