Salon VI
A tall, lean man, his eyes a soft jade in his aristocratic face, his hair long, dark, and flowing. He's soft spoken and calm, an image denied by the Chenobas armour he wears. the calmly alien face denying the calmness below, the razored gaunlets and heavy armored leather making him look like a sociopath more than the scholar and poet he's become. But it's also not untrue. He earned the armour, and the rank it denotes, under the tutelage of the black wing, which was a natural offshot of his days as a special forces of the Entragian's army. Still, he is restless, seeking something he slowly begins to believe he can never have. So often it comes so close, and then it disappears without a trace. He doesn't know why that is, only that it is...(Divination, technomancy, special: Gatekeeper).
One of the Many Keep's Great Daemons They stand between 10ft. to 15ft in height and are mountains of pure muscle. Their fleshy flanks are rough to the touch and a rich ebon. Serrated two inch talons are always ready to strike a foe down. The shadows and dark paths of life are their homes. Command over infernal powers come to them easily. They are the Fallen Children of the Imajian Daemon God. They serve as the Keep's Sentinels and its Shock Troops.
M'haps 'tis only your imagination that leads your body to tremble and break out in a cold sweat. Your heart beats erratically, throat knots, and lips become parched. Heavy breathing resonates through the caliginous darkness followed by a chilling roar that slices through your soul. Twin pools of fire gaze upon your visage. The dark veil lifts to reveal a solid ton of muscles, silver claws, and luxurious ebony pelt. Feline in appearance, the creature stands a towering 7.5ft. from large taloned paws to shoulder blades. Death and stealth united in a macrabe marriage of savage beauty to create a panther the size of two fully grown male Siberian Tigers. Nothing scares a kitty who has lived a life of 6,000+ years. Only a thick black leather collar engraved with fiery rubies and insignia of a scarlet winged serpent biting its own tail graces the thick trunk of his neck. He has inherited the powers of the Shi'aarae gods.
Tri'an'drae of the Six Moons Tribe My name is Tri'an'drae, but his is only known to a select few. you may simply call me Cat. I'm one of the Sacred Guardians of Wyld Roads of that grace the Imajian landscape. At birth, the Goddess Incaranate brought me to Stonehaven Keep to serve as guide and familiar to the Mage Aetees. I have three-forms. However, in all, I'm a natural born predator. I'm the Keeper of Time, Lore, and Arcane Knowledge. Many times, I have been reborn to serve and guide those who dare to walk through the forbidden corridors of time and space seeking the knowledge of the gods and that of the Goddess. Anella Visella de Bacrat Born out of the union between the royal families of the French and Italian courts, she was raised in Italy on her father's estates. She inherited the titles from both both lines upon the death of parents, being the only child. She left her life on earth for Rhydin in search of new beginings. She fled Rhydin in search of a family and of peace. < Midi of Quiahuitl Copyrighted to Edwin van Veldhoven
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Healer and Witch
