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Look: The powerful talons and beak are a striking gold against the black-banded white feathers. Its huge dark eyes are in turn curiously innocent and wise, or ferocious when the creature is angry. The raptor stretches its wings as if ready to glide low through the air before dropping to the ground in search of prey. |
Look: The powerful talons and beak are a striking gold against the black-banded white feathers. Its huge dark eyes are in turn curiously innocent and wise, or ferocious when the creature is angry. The raptor stretches its wings as if ready to glide low through the air before dropping to the ground in search of prey. |
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Your View: Your body is lifted into the air upon a raging inferno of wind and fire. The flames glow bright, and with a moan, your corpse disintegrates into the air! |
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Others' View: A muted humming starts to amplify from deep within Morpion's corpse. Body twitching and shaking violently, brilliant orange and white flames materialize in a swirling torrent that engulfs him and lifts him limply into the air! A bestial moan and rasping sigh are emitted from the corpse as the flames rage, illuminating the surroundings in a brief, blinding glare. The hellish winds and fire consume the flesh and bones, casting the ashes to the winds of Elanthia. |
Revision as of 22:31, 14 July 2014
Morpion | |
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Status | Active |
Race | S'Kra Mur |
Gender | Male |
Guild | Warrior Mage |
Instance | Platinum |
Relatives | Arathael is my best friend |
Appearance
You are Elemental Terror Morpion, a S'Kra Mur.
You have a sharp-featured face with pouting lips, slitted dark pupilless eyes and a narrow snout, red-gold scales, a crooked tail and a fat build.
You are tiny for a S'Kra Mur.
An intricate haralun triangle rests on your forehead, just above your eyes.
You are young.
You are holding a swamp mage's sledgehammer with a vine wrapped khor'vela wood handle in your right hand.
You are wearing a matte-black chain balaclava shaped like a viper's head with large tyrium fangs, a blood-red silk uaro's'sugi with ragged frayed ends, a bone-white spidersilk cloak, a dark silverweave lootsack, a dark silverweave tactical backpack, a light silk gamantang dyed a deep black, a heavy black pyromancer's hauberk of sturdy linen overlaid with shimmering firesilk, a silversteel targe with a reinforced design, some blackened steel spiked knuckles, some steel knuckle operator gloves wrapped with flat-black silverweave, a black leather naphtha holder with vial slots stitched to the sides, a sturdy steel belt with a heavy leather pouch, a rough-edged belt knife with a vine-wrapped gloamstone hilt, a grey burlap sack, a black gold tailband set with a listless blue merewaldite, a dark silverweave tactical thigh harness, some blackened steel knee spikes, a leather ankle sheath inlaid with a cambrinth scorpion, some dolomar carapace footwraps, and a blackened steel parry stick with sturdy steelsilk straps.
Favorite gear: Foci - a dark glitvire skull with lava sphalerite eyes
Look: As if carved from the tree of nightmares, the wood comprising the skull has a dark, satiny finish and intricately whorled grain inset with flecks of variegated greens and purple. Lava sphalerites set into the eye sockets give the skull an almost menacing glare as the red-orange gems seem to flicker with hints of yellow.
Shield- a matte black silversteel targe embossed with a gruesome burnt orange elanthite eyed skull
Look: Scuffed and tinted to a flat black, the silversteel serves as an elegant backdrop to the grotesque blood red skull that stares balefully from the face of the shield. Durable silverweave arm straps are riveted to the back with ruby-tipped studs. Scribbled and misspelled notes jotted onto the back read, "Keep fyre rein on when ootside. Ring o Spiers fir in. Don t b a dumy Morp.""
Armor- some matte black mesh battle armor inlaid with a gruesome crimson moonsilver skull
Look: Masterful engineering connects rows of dark riveted rings, constructing a flexible and strong mesh. Fragile silvery-red wires are woven sinuously throughout the mesh in the torso and coalesce to form a softly glowing skull. Lava sphalerite eyes peer from the eye sockets of the ghastly visage, the gemstone glinting with a vibrant red-orange and hints of yellow. A closer examination reveals a dark silverweave padding that lines the body armor and a steelsilk harness keeps it secured to the operator.
some steel knuckle operator gloves wrapped with flat-black silverweave
The flexible tightly interlaced chains underneath the pitch black threads woven with silver provide perfect protection for the novice or experienced operator during wet work. Smooth steel knuckleguards set with scorpion diamonds protect the exposed back of the hand while in melee combat. A soft cushion of gryphon down lines the gloves to keep a comfortable and snug fit during battle.
a matte-black chain balaclava shaped like a viper's head with large tyrium fangs
Reinforced strips of darkened steel have been shaped to form the flat and deadly head, while links of mail have been dyed to simulate the reptile's writhing scales. Sharp and hooked, two fangs of pure tyrium protrude from the balaclava's crown, a teardrop shaped bearclaw emerald is set in the tip of one like a hanging drop of venom.
some insulated black titanese pants reinforced with steelsilk
Overstitched with steelsilk in a flame pattern along the seams, these sturdy looking pants strike a perfect balance of form and function. At the waist, a buckle of pure black iroko has been carved into the stylized form of the grinning skull, its cranium wreathed in a fiery crown.
Familiar-
a ghostly-white barred eagle-owl with pitch black eyes
Look: The powerful talons and beak are a striking gold against the black-banded white feathers. Its huge dark eyes are in turn curiously innocent and wise, or ferocious when the creature is angry. The raptor stretches its wings as if ready to glide low through the air before dropping to the ground in search of prey.
Custom depart: Your View: Your body is lifted into the air upon a raging inferno of wind and fire. The flames glow bright, and with a moan, your corpse disintegrates into the air!
Others' View: A muted humming starts to amplify from deep within Morpion's corpse. Body twitching and shaking violently, brilliant orange and white flames materialize in a swirling torrent that engulfs him and lifts him limply into the air! A bestial moan and rasping sigh are emitted from the corpse as the flames rage, illuminating the surroundings in a brief, blinding glare. The hellish winds and fire consume the flesh and bones, casting the ashes to the winds of Elanthia.