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 Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 2:35 pm
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 12:10 am
Isyndiir the Destroyer
 Name: Isyndiir the Destroyer
Age: 1278, however being an erinyes (a type of devil) she doesn't look anywhere near her age and instead appears as a mature adult (say late 20's early 30's-ish)
Race: Erinyes
Eye color: Red with a certain sinister cast to them
Skin color: Coppery-bronze
Body build: Not overly muscled, but definitely she has the athletic build of a soldier.
Hair color/length/style: Isyndiir has long, straight hair of a red-tinted chestnut color (a sort of reddish brown)
Tattoos/Markings: Isyndiir bears several scars on her body. Sometimes it never seems that a scar will stay in one place (this is because anytime she is injured bad enough to have to be healed by a cleric, the scarring is healed as well...of course since Isyndiir is almost constantly in one battle or another, the scars never stay completely gone because she picks up new ones to replace the ones that were healed.)
Clothing: The only true piece of clothing she wears is the cloth hanging down from her belt bearing her insignia. The rest is armor.
Armor: Hardened leather bustier over a chainmail shirt, the sleeves tucked into heavy, spiked gauntlets at the forearms. Over her legs she wears leather breeches that have been magically enhanced to provide protection and metal leg armor over the breeches. Heavy metal boots cover her feet with a piece extending over the shin for extra protection there.
Weapons: Spiked chain hooked onto her belt, double bladed sword one blade of the sword a blade of brilliant crimson energy she can summon by touching the hilt.
Jewelry: She would rarely, if ever, wear jewelry and only then if it was something magical that would enhance her battle prowess
Missing (or extra) appendages: Isyndiir has a pair of feathered wings the color of tarnished silver.
Character Personality: Lawful to a tee, orderly, perfectionist, tyrannical, commanding
Class: Fighter/Warrior
Pose Ideas: Her stance should almost always be that of a warrior ready for battle, even when she looks relaxed.
Backstory/Other: Isyndiir forsook her heritage to take up the blade and fight the neverending Blood Wars against the demon armies of the Abyss. Her heritage granted her little respect in the way of swords and warfare, but she was determined and pursued the art to the exclusion of all else. Though her natural beauty is still visible beneath years of battle scars, it pales in comparison to that of her hellish sisters, though it has never been a concern of hers to be frank.
She progressed slowly up the ranks of the baatezu, but eventually she was able to prove her worth and earned a position as the bodyguard of Lilith, the queen of her kind. It was through that position and years of faithful service that she garnered Lilith's favor, giving her a foothold into the battlegrounds. In her first few bouts in the Blood War, her leadership abilities were given a chance to shine as her knack for tactics and strategem won skirmish after skirmish and slowly but surely she began to claw her way up the chain of command. To this day she is the only known erinyes to have attained the rank of general, but in her heart she longs to de-throne one of the Dark Eight, the Hells highest commanders in the Blood War, and take their place as her own.
Currently she leads a small group of elite baatezu used for tactical strikes, waiting patiently for the chance to make her ambitious dream a reality. Description: Begin by allowing your mind to craft what at first glance seems heavenly in nature. Carefully craft a figment of perfection, painted with a rich bronze skin tone, and gifted with soft feathered wings that glimmer with a gleam of silver upon catching the light. Then dash her semblance of good with crimson eyes bearing a cold and sinister cast, and tarnish the gleam of the wings. Imagine her now as hell-spawned mockery, the perfection created riddled with light scars colored a shade of coppery-gold that pock-mark her skin where exposed, some barely visible, others seeming relatively fresh. Give her the poise of a queen, a calculating gaze, and an obviously aloof manner towards the world. Now imagine her attire, a collective, if odd, mixture comprised of clothing and armor, but which appears well suited not only to her poise, but her heritage as well. First, tightly lace close fitting leather armor over her body, providing much fewer places where weapons could easily penetrate the skin. Paint ties up the legs and sides with straps across the back cut low to allow for the wings while holding the armor in place. Place over the shoulders metal guards tipped with long spikes for added protection with sleeves of chain mail to draping over the loosely laced leather pieces covering her arms and then vanishing under metal guantlets. Adorn the waist with a belt, inlayed with adamantium to support metal leg guards down the side of each leg. Hang from the belt a drapery of darker red, stitched with a symbol depicting a wickedly curved sword thrust through the silhouette of a balor, and then take that sword and hang it at her side, sharpening the hooks and curves into a design that promises to cruelly rip and tear the flesh. Curve the plain hilt into a shape that suggests a missing second half to the weapon. Hook onto the belt a chain by way of two rings that would allow one to use the chain as a weapon, a third ring in the chain hanging down in a V shape over the cloth and leaving the two spiked ends to hang over the leg guards. Finally, settle on her head a helmet, designed to add to her fierce appearance, from which her blood-tinted chestnut hair drapes and flows in a brilliant cascade. Now, bring her to life for it is she who you see before you.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 12:35 am
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