Shaline Aers - Druid of Talona
Feb 22, 2017 7:18:40 GMT -5
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Post by PhatDorf on Feb 22, 2017 7:18:40 GMT -5
Shaline Aers
(Sha-Leen)
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(Courtesy of Smacra, another image fitting of Shaline!)
Human, female,
32.
Tall and thin,
Dark brown hair,
Milky-white afflicted eyes.
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"As I lowered the pipe, I gazed up at her magnificence, my vision completely filled with her glorious filth appearing from the ether. All around me was flesh and smiling flies. Within her presence I spied lesser minions, suckling on leaking entrails. At her feet pools of puss and other bodily fluids gathered, in which her children splashed and played with glee. It was a blessing to behold such glory and joy. It was with great sadness that I awoke into a world filled with fear, falsehood, and cowering weakness. I knew then the path I must walk."
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A lanky and thin young human woman dressed in a mismatched mix of rotted leathers, dirty furs and roughly torn hides, holding various ritualistic accouterments. Around her neck and ready to be pulled up over her face is a bleached bone mask, the skull of some sort of large bird or bird-like creature.
To look upon the woman’s features, one may find themselves quickly repulsed by the litany of foul details of her being. Her skin pale, sallow, and marked with the tell-tale pits and pockets where once some affliction had struck her body. Her cloudy-white and glassy eyes gaze outward, apparently keenly tracking movement. Dried marks stream down her face from beneath the eyes, some old secretion left unattended. Across the back of her hands, one can see scabs from old wounds, warts, and sores, left there to fester. Some of the pustules and sores burst and slowly oozing a sickening stream of foul yellow liquid. What skin there is showing, through the torn holes of her outfit seem equally afflicted. Some marked simply by scar tissue, but other parts dark and twisted, the necrotic flesh seeping and peeling away,
Her dark hair is pulled back beneath a rough ornate headdress consisting of large animal horns, and decorated by various beads along with the skeletal remains of smaller animals. Sometimes the thin silky strings from a spider's web can be seen there, joining between the horns or flowing wispily behind her, as she moves.When looking at her you get a strange sense of being watched yourself. Upon closer inspection a shuffle in the hair is noted and the hairy figures of a small arachnids can be seen scuttling for cover.
On her person are dozens of thin rough strings and straps, holding her garb together as well as securing various miscellanea to her person. Bones, plants, fangs, and vials, all of different size and style are about her being. At rest, she can often be seen carrying a small roll of paper lit at one end, burning odd scents of pipeweeds and tobacco.
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(Sha-Leen)
((Images marked by spoiler tags, expand to view!))
(Courtesy of Smacra, another image fitting of Shaline!)
Human, female,
32.
Tall and thin,
Dark brown hair,
Milky-white afflicted eyes.
---
"As I lowered the pipe, I gazed up at her magnificence, my vision completely filled with her glorious filth appearing from the ether. All around me was flesh and smiling flies. Within her presence I spied lesser minions, suckling on leaking entrails. At her feet pools of puss and other bodily fluids gathered, in which her children splashed and played with glee. It was a blessing to behold such glory and joy. It was with great sadness that I awoke into a world filled with fear, falsehood, and cowering weakness. I knew then the path I must walk."
---
A lanky and thin young human woman dressed in a mismatched mix of rotted leathers, dirty furs and roughly torn hides, holding various ritualistic accouterments. Around her neck and ready to be pulled up over her face is a bleached bone mask, the skull of some sort of large bird or bird-like creature.
To look upon the woman’s features, one may find themselves quickly repulsed by the litany of foul details of her being. Her skin pale, sallow, and marked with the tell-tale pits and pockets where once some affliction had struck her body. Her cloudy-white and glassy eyes gaze outward, apparently keenly tracking movement. Dried marks stream down her face from beneath the eyes, some old secretion left unattended. Across the back of her hands, one can see scabs from old wounds, warts, and sores, left there to fester. Some of the pustules and sores burst and slowly oozing a sickening stream of foul yellow liquid. What skin there is showing, through the torn holes of her outfit seem equally afflicted. Some marked simply by scar tissue, but other parts dark and twisted, the necrotic flesh seeping and peeling away,
Her dark hair is pulled back beneath a rough ornate headdress consisting of large animal horns, and decorated by various beads along with the skeletal remains of smaller animals. Sometimes the thin silky strings from a spider's web can be seen there, joining between the horns or flowing wispily behind her, as she moves.When looking at her you get a strange sense of being watched yourself. Upon closer inspection a shuffle in the hair is noted and the hairy figures of a small arachnids can be seen scuttling for cover.
On her person are dozens of thin rough strings and straps, holding her garb together as well as securing various miscellanea to her person. Bones, plants, fangs, and vials, all of different size and style are about her being. At rest, she can often be seen carrying a small roll of paper lit at one end, burning odd scents of pipeweeds and tobacco.
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