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This is a rather uninteresting girl.  She's one of those dumpy

unattractive sorts of girls that you remember from your youth, 

the sort that no one ever wanted to play with, who always had 

vegetable matter unknowingly stuck in her teeth.  This one 

does, too.  She is also unaccountably grubby.  She has little 

brown eyes set a bit too wide into a chubby, pleasant, freckled 

face that wears the sort of earnest expression of someone who

always wishes to please.  It seems however that no one has 

asked her to please wash herself, because there are yellowish 

stains under the armpits of the white linen top that she is 

wearing, and her general aura is a strong stench of stale sweat.

What an odd looking dwarf.  Gilbrid stands remarkably short of stature,

even for a dwarf, but is as thick as a large keg of beer.  Still a young

buck, his dark brown beard is relatively short.  His mustache however is a

true sight to behold.  It appears to be as old as the mountains and as thick

as them too!  Growing wild like a blackberry bush it covers nearly the

entire bottom half of his face.  Deep brown eyes examine you from underneath

dense eyebrows.  Armed to the teeth, Gilbrid stands with his chest puffed

out and ready for battle.  

Background:

Although already eighteen years of age, Iturial was only born days ago. 

Previously known by a more common name, Antonius, a young orphan wondering

the docks of Darkhaven, fell head over heels in love with a little

half-elven minx of noble lineage from the houses of Valour.  Yet, not long

after possession of his heart did the vixen wrench it apart, tearing it

asunder with the provokation and seduction of another unsuspecting boy. 

Pain beyond relief plagued Antonius and cheerless were the days until a

fateful encounter with a dark-knight mercenary taught Antonius the joys of

torture and the depths of drunkedness that power brought.  It was a matter

of time before the hypocrisy and vacuous pretense of Valourians itched

Antonius beneath his skin and he sought comfort from the blood and warmth of

Lexi, the belle from his youth.  Determined to procure his first non-animal

target, the unsuspecting broad was stalked just as she hunted, shackled just

as she bound, hurt just as she maimed, and slain just as she killed. 

Debauched in the bacchanal event, Antonius set up a poor imitation of a

shrine and henceforce was known as Iturial.  

The pigmentation of his skin and the expression on his face is of one that is trying quite unsucessfully to move his bowels. His brow is covered in beads of perspiration. He is strikingly large, though quite "normal" in size for a giant. Robes of deep purple are cinched simply at his waist with rough cord, and flow majestically as if in a constant wind. He wears a fine stole depicting the glee of the wicked. 

the expression on his face is of one that is trying quite unsucessfully to move his bowels.

This practice dummy is large, broad-shouldered, and clearly designed to

look like an overweight human.  Its curly red hair has been cut somewhat

short in the front, but is much longer in the back, which is currently

heaped in a matted mess near the center of its back.  Its mouth is wide and

uneven, apparently locked in a perpetual scowl.  The dimples in its cheeks

confuse the otherwise consistent design.  Its bright blue eyes are set

relatively far apart into its egg-shaped head, and its nose is wide, not

unlike the rest of it.  Upon closer inspection, it seems that this is no

practice dummy after all, but rather a human on the lower end of the gene

pool.  

Piercing amber colored eyes look at you over a prominent nose that does

not altogether overpower a strong face, tanned from years in the sun working 

working hard, and faint laugh lines crossing at his eyes and corners of his

mouth show his life has not been wholly devoted to toil and work.  There has

been laughter, joy and sadness in equal measure, and though the white

streaking his goatee and moustache from their customary dark brown are

premature for one of his age, there is still a vigour in his frame and his

stance that speaks of power and strength, and a laughing twinkle in those

hawk-like eyes balances the almost melancholy wisdom.  About him clings the

slight scent of cinnamon, exotic flowers, and hempen rope, as if straight

from a sea voyage to stand before you he has come.

This female humanoid shares more bird-like features than human. She has
a slender build that looks rather fragile. Her head and torso are covered
in fur, which is dark slate gray on its dorsal parts, and creamy white on
its ventral parts. The feathers of her wings and tail are also dark
slate-gray. She has an elongated head, a long skinny tongue, a flat nose
and very beautiful green eyes. Her movements are fluid and the stealthy way
that she moves only adds to her lethality.

The air is hot and sticky around the she-giant hunched over before you. She is considerably muscled, well-busted, and is at least seven feet in length. A rat's-tail of coarse, ashen hair sits tied off atop her otherwise bald skull. Her smooth-looking skin is lightly crusted and occasionally sparkles like a fine whetstone. She wears a small bone-piercing in her septum and her beady eyes and sharpened fingernails pulsate with a dim glow. Your head begins to swim in the rich, earthy musk and scents of intercourse emanating from her.

Dark brown scales cover the majority of his thick hide, with a dusty tan

wrapping thick stripes around several portions of his midsection and tail. 

His eyes are pupil-less and they seem as bottomless pits staring out from

under his jutting scaly eyebrows.  A long and wide snout completes the form

of his head.  Dirty, chipped, but razor sharp teeth stick forth haphazardly

from between his upper and lower jaw.  Broad and thick, his tongue rests

heavily in his mouth.  His head sits forward atop his narrow shoulders and

his back arches over in a terrible display of posture.  Dangling down his

arms appear as that of an orangutan's, in that they very nearly drag across

the ground.  Legs reach out in a curious upwards fashion from his hips,

tucking his knees over and ahead of his long scaly feet, giving him a

somewhat crouched stance.  The distance between his shoulders and hips

extends to a surprising length, and it is thin all that distance.  The long

and chipped claws on his toes have slight remnants of encrusted blood. 

Appearing as an extension from his back, his tail extends down from hips and

reaches out behind him a near ten feet, tapering off to a whip-like tip. 

Running down the spine of his body, starting from atop his brow, larger,

brilliant sky blue kite-shaped plates stand atop the smaller scales and rise

out away from his body, clicking as they slide together when he moves.  His

form is massive, even in his hunched over stance he stands much taller than

any man.  He walks with a curious gait, an almost undulating movement across

his torso and tail, using his hands more often than naught. 

The air is hot and sticky around the she-giant hunched over before you. She is considerably muscled, well-busted, and is at least seven feet in length. A rat's-tail of coarse, ashen hair sits tied off atop her otherwise bald skull. Her smooth-looking skin is lightly crusted and occasionally sparkles like a fine whetstone. She wears a small bone-piercing in her septum and her beady eyes and sharpened fingernails pulsate with a dim glow. Your head begins to swim in the rich, earthy musk and scents of intercourse emanating from her.

A tiny creature is here, appearing rather like a toy that a Human child

might play with.  Muscular and fit for its size, this pale-skinned creature

has vibrant purple eyes speckled with green and gold.  His short hair is

chopped roughly into a spiked mass and looks rather like flames emanating

from his head.  A pinky has been cut clean from his left hand, but the rest

of his fingers twitch constantly as if playing a piano.  He moves in a hasty

manner, never seeming truly at peace staying in one spot.  Even standing in

place, he sways back and forth as if predicting a need to move.  Tiny

transparent wings rest awkwardly on his back, jagged angles showing clearly 

the uselessness of them both.  A scar rests on his right forearm in the form

 of a 'T' branded roughly.  This creature clearly can't keep his hands to 

himself.  

A terrifying demon is here, cast in the form of a monstrous,

anthropomorphic fly.  It hovers about on broad, membranous wings that

produce nothing more than a reticent quiver.  The head is predominantly

comprised of bulbous, compound eyes, glistening with a metallic sheen as

they flicker in every conceivable direction.  The lower half is even worse. 

Slashing mandibles to shred it's prey to ribbons, and an overtly enlarged

proboscis to lap up the fluids.  Both the head and thorax are covered in

hair-like projections, which writhe with millions of smaller flies,

ceaselessly contesting for position among them. 

Born out of an inception when the cell division process had gone awry,

this abomination is unlike any of its kin.  It is an embodiment of two

coupling bodies and minds with no given name but the concatenation of their

very own.  It has a rod-like head, capped like a mushroom, with a thin

slit-like opening at the top, probably used for the expulsion of toxic

substances from its body.  Two bulging spheres hang at where one would

expect the eyes to be, although no real signs of its eyelids or pupils can

be seen.  Its mouth is circular and huge, with the two outer lips oriented

around the opening in the vertical position.  Clear and glistening saliva

coats the entrance of its mouth to facilitate ease of ingestion.  At most

times, its body lays flaccid with a pink hue to its skin.  At other times,

its body will turn rigid with a purplish tint.  In this stage, its head will

twitch uncontrollably, signalling danger to those around with its

tentacle-like limbs.  

A diminutive woman with a head full of long mousey brown hair smirks at the world from behind a sharp pair of hazel eyes. Her angular face should seem painfully thin, but somehow it doesn't. Perhaps its just the rosy color in her cheeks, but a general aura of health and vitality seems surround her. The corners of her full lips often turn themselves up into a smug subconscious half-smile. This half-elf is short and small enough that from a distance she could easily be mistaken for a human child. Although her dainty ears are as round on top as a full blooded humans, they are also significantly longer as well as a bit thinner than what is normally seen from that race. Tendria's arms have almost enough muscle tone to avoid looking scrawny. They end in tiny delicate looking wrists, and hands equipped with long graceful fingers and exquisitely manicured nails. Her firm unblemished skin is striking in appearance, having a subtle light gold coloration that is common to neither elves nor humans in Serin.

A Quasit - perhaps a foot and a half in height, of humanoid shape but having

stick thin limbs and a long tail with a barbed point at the end; like that of a

scorpion.  It must weigh only a handful of pounds at most, having no obvious

musculature, just skin over long thin, bone.

 

Its skin is of a thick leathered hide, deep green in colour and smelling of a

lecherous odor, like as to brimstone or a foul sulfur.  Small tufts of short,

wiry hair protrude randomly from it, adding to the look of something that is

dirty, worn out, used, as if the body has been put under great stresses too

many times in the past and is barely held together by what must be magical

means.

 

Its head is a ghastly caricature of a human, twisted and distended into a

hideous visage made of demonic teeth and spikes; sporting a permanent rictus,

in a mockery of natural facial expression.

Standing hunched over, frail and weak looking, dry mountain winds and

severe fate made his face rugged and mournful.  His rather oval head sits on

top of an almost non-existent neck.  Light tendrils of dove-white hair fall

gently about his head in all directions, including the face, barely covering

his eyes: one blue, the other green stare vacantly into nothingness, a

slight grin revealing only a small portion of his head with small locks on

either side are twice as long as his body and cuts off mid bicep to show the

tanned flesh of his arms and legs, well-formed with very little fat.  It

stops just shy of his ears and is parted right down the middle, partially

hiding the upper features of his face; just above the surface of the skin

making it translucent showing the muscle and bone below.  

 

His hands are large and thick with knuckles that look like they've been

broken many times.  His dark black eyes and fangs stick out sharply, making

his face look deadly certain for evil intent.  It is hard to ignore: a

grotesque creature of disproportionate features stares vacantly into the air

before him.