Salon III
He seems a barbarian, the lithe Elven form, slender tone and muscles, and its angular features in plain view for all to see. A single loincloth covering that part of him many would find offensive if exposed, two bands worn across his body, tied to them the many pouches which held the various components his spellcasting would require. His staff also worn across his back or sometimes carried in his hand. His hair was black, wild, uncut, and unkept. Blue eyes gazing out from under his locks which fall freely into his face. A bracelet of polished tiger eye beads around his right wrist and a single silver ring on his left ring finger, both hold memories to the past. Yes, he is a wizard though he doesn't seem it.
I'm a Child of the House of Tomorrow. Waiting to become flesh. For now, I simply watch my future mother and family from the Hall of Souls in the Celestial Court. I dwell in the ethereal and flesh realms. Neither belonging to either.
My souls wanders, watching the sands of time leave behind their stories of love, passion, and sadness. Between Dusk and Morning, you might get a glimpse of my roaming nude form. An Angel... A Daemon... I'm both and more. "Angels and Daemons do Weep!"
I have rejoined the world of the Flesh Time to take my rightful place among my brethren.
You hear a soft scampering and peer over your shoulder to see nothing. Lowering your gaze to your bemused sight, you find a tiny six-pronged tailed, iredescencent smooth scaled-furred bodied baby Impa'wixay. Powerful almost kangoroo like muscular legs give evidence to a powerful jumper, slender limbs end in inky talons. His small neck is encased by an enchanted black leather collor with a fiery sea of moonstones and diamonds. A small silver tag announces that he belongs to Si'. His great purpose in life is to become the firest great Imap'wixay archmage. He spends countless hours when not slumbering between his mistress' soft silky firm mounds in the Great Dark Spiral Tower at the Stonehaven Keep musing over dusty old magical tomes. Powers: Daemonolatry; Elementalismo; Trasnmutation; Sorcery. He is still a baby,thus; he is mure fuzz then scale and is still developing his wings.
