Salon X
Image of the Lady, the All Mother of the Imaji Realm in one of Her many Avatar Forms embracing the Tree of Life.
Elisive Daughter of the Shi'aarae that is caught between two worlds of desire and duty. I wander through out realms in search of that which eludes me, roaming without course course in time and space. Timeless by mortal standards. I'm the Daughter of the House of Tomorrow and Heiress to the Empire of the Celestial Court, where I will take my Mother's place as the regent among the Imajian Deities. In the Flesh Time, I rule the Imajian Empire with a firm hand of balanced justice, intellingence, prudunce, and compassion. "Soy un misterio envuelto en una enigma, envuelto en una pregunta, quien soy yo?"
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Over 8ft. tall and 700lbs of ugly Gargoyle. A massive scar burn covers the left side of his face and a black patch the empty left eye socket. His weapon harness is adorned with multiple knives. Something that looks like it was once a Thomspon SMG is highly modified and strapped to his right hip. A 6' of Dasmascus steel death rides strapped between his wings. The silver Nodic bracers remain as well as the Aires House Symbol (a winged serpent biting its own tail) and Angel Torc around his neck. The gaze of his one good eye holds cold death. "Dulche et decorum est pro patria mori."
883 Years Old His love of gardening is reknown. Reclusive with a penchant for pratical jokes and sillyness has a ready smile. However, his smile never makes it to his cold eyes. A master theif, kidnapper, and master assassin, loyal to the death to his family and friends. He usually watches people from a quiet place of seclusion rather than join in the fun.
Wood Elf
Slim
90lbs. 4 Feet Tall
Silence or noise. . it matters little what preceeds his appearance.. he will find an empty place where he wishes to appear, the wind sighing as reality bends connecting two places and defying the spatial illusion of space so that he may step through, him who has been called by countless names through out time. His breadth of snow-hued muscle hidden mostly beneath the dark leather of the living armor, Anaka. Those weapons he has, he does not bear, no, the former Cross-bearer, leaves these instruments in a pocket dimension, easily accessed by the biomancer that he is. No.. his vast wings bladed and his magic great, he rarely needs weaponry...His heart forever bound to his son and the Shi'aarae Daughter.
Stonehaven with Tas'min seen in a rare light. He has he uncanny ability to shift and mold his form to whatever takes his fancy. One word: Fear!
Midi is of "Driven Like the Snow" by the Sisters of Mercy
