Some of us put a lot of time and effort into descriptions. Others just jot down whatever they thinks captures the essence of their character and leave it at that. Still others need advice for making a good one. Here's the thread to show off your literary achievements and/or ask for help! Try not to include clothing in your description reproductions, since they can get quite detailed and detract from the fancy-shmancy stuff you've scribbled down.

To begin, here's Mary's! Well, she looked like this on Juliary 15th, 105...she has this little problem with mutation...

She is a fiendish master viscanti and is so heavily mutated as to be barely recognizable as sentient; she could potentially be descended from ancestors of any species, judging by her patchwork taxonomy. Soft, glossy scales, the same white of a new pearl, cover her pear-shaped body, whose weight is supported by a pair of cloven black hooves. Her bulging eyes resemble globes filled with swirls of colourful oil. A pair of almost taurian horns curl from her temples, a smaller spike jutting from her forehead. Her tail--for she sports a tail, as well--is long and muscular, tipped with a tuft of black feathers; longer feathers, also black but apparently stiffer, sweep backwards from her head in lieu of hair. Her hands are very feminine and delicate in spite of the greasy-looking red smoke that drifts from her fingertips. A lipless, snaggletoothed muzzle (like a flayed horse's, perhaps) juts grotesquely from the petallike flaps of bloody skin that drape her cheeks, having apparently grown so swiftly as to have burst from her face. Occasional patches of flesh shiver uncontrollably, pulsate, or cycle through different colours like a nervous cuttlefish.

I'm gaw-geous! And yes, I likes me some semicolons.

Who else wants to share? C'mon, it'll be fun.

He is a burly tae'dae and very tall and towering, at approximately seven feet.
His fur is dark brown and short, with some patches of a lighter brown hue.
Thick limbs like trunks, and pointed-bear incisors poking through his mouth,
this bear would look extremely aggressive if not for the friendly, ever-smiling
features. The main talon on his left paw is oddly white in comparison to the
other black digits. He is wearing a pocketbelt.

Short but sweet. I'll probably broaden it soon.

She is a radiant immortal and is tall, standing at almost seven feet, with a willowy figure. Her long, raven hair spills down Her back, stirring continuously in the ethereal breeze surrounding Her and contrasting starkly with Her pale skin. Her face is smooth and ageless, with a knowing half-smile often playing across Her features. Cool blue eyes gaze steadily at Her surroundings, filled with a wisdom and depth unknown to any mortal. Possessing sweeping cheekbones and sharply pointed ears, She could almost be mistaken for an elfen were it not for the aura of power and strange wind that whips around Her, rising and falling in ferocity. Glitteringly intensely, Her eyes make it clear that She is as changeable and dangerous as the storm, as knowing as the earth. She is wearing fluidic armour of ethereal magic, swirling around Her unendingly, and a floor-length, concealing traveller's cloak of deepest blue.

I was actually rather tired and rushed when I wrote this, but it's not so terrible.

He is a burly tae'dae and is of exceptional height, girth, and overall
cuddle-factor. Standing around nine feet in height, and numbering roughly the
same amount of feet in width, his lumbering form is truly... well, big. Guido's
limbs are like stout logs sticking off of a sort of brown boulder, brown
because of the fur that covers his body. The fur is, as was stated but shall
now be elaborated upon, a rich, deep brown, silky to the touch, and
surprisingly shiny to the touch of light. It is thick and long, but pressed
against him in such a way as not to give him a shaggy appearance. At the ends
of his cute wee arms and legs are numerous stubby claws, looking good for
gripping at things but little else. Although he gives the appearance of being
quite fat, when he moves it is easy to see the tight, powerful muscle rippling
beneath his blubbery exterior. Guido's head is small in proportion to his body,
the most prominant features being his big brown eyes and long muzzle, bristling
with teeth but still seeming more apt to smile than to snap. He is wearing a
leather vest, a thick cloak of forestal hues, a blackened full helm, a silver
stud through his right ear, a silver stud through his right ear, a silver stud
through his right ear, a silver stud through his right ear, a pair of leather
bracers, a pair of scaled leggings, a simple gold ring, and an aquatic ring. He
bears the burden of the disfavour of Auseklis. He walks with the favour of
Fain.

I'll update it soon to reflect that i've gone nuts.

Here's mine:

She is a nimble faeling and she measures just a bit over two feet in height
from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She has large butterfly-like
wings which are vibrantly hued - displaying shimmering patterns of black,
yellow, orange, red and even a touch of blue. Her hair is very straight and
fine, but not quite smooth. It appears too windblown for that, though it is
tucked behind her pointy ears to keep it out of her face. It is quite long,
reaching the small of her back, and is a very dark shade of green. She has very
pale skin with a slight greenish tint to it. Her almond shaped eyes are a light
blue, set under delicately arched brows - of the same dark green shade as her
hair - and surrounded by thin, sparse lashes. Her tiny features are typically
elegant - considering her heritage - even if her nose is a bit too long and her
face a bit too sharply pointed.

It's gramatically stupid...but then, so am I.

Here is my new description, indented for your reading pleasure.

He is a burly tae'dae and appears to be totally ruined. His massive bulk is
almost devoid of fur; what little remains is unhealthy looking, grey and
sparse.

His bare skin consists of more scars than flesh, pink and mottled green
and red in places with rashes and infections. Some of the wounds seem fresher,
great vicious slashes down his sides, bits of flesh hanging loose from his
frame, his dull fur seeming to have been cut off in places in great swathes.

Although he is at least eight feet tall, every inch of his back is bent over in
agony, his spine a wreck of bones. Although looking quite malnourished, his
muscles are still of considerable size, although they spasm and jerk randomly,
and his limbs hang heavy and weak at his sides, little more than deadweight.

His eyes stare out from sunken sockets, and seem to rebel against the rest of
the creature's deadness as they gaze upon the world with a horrible,
hate-filled fire. Many of his teeth have been knocked out or chipped, and all
that remains is rotted yellow and black.

A horrible stench wafts from him, but it comes from his terrible infections and sickness more than a lack of bathing.

He is wearing a leather vest, a thick cloak of forestal hues, a blackened full
helm, a silver stud through his right ear, a silver stud through his right ear,
a silver stud through his right ear, a silver stud through his right ear, a
pair of leather bracers, a pair of scaled leggings, a simple gold ring, and an
aquatic ring.

He bears the burden of the disfavour of Auseklis. He walks with the favour of Fain.

Here is mine.

He is a fiendish brood viscanti and is imposing in form. His body in general is
thin but well toned and muscular, showing that he obviously exercises a lot.
His eyes are of a deep green, yet sharp flecks of red are apparent, and at
points seem to literally take over his eyes with a distinct blood red glow. The
skin of his body seems tough, and it appears that the smooth surface had
actually been formed by many scales fused together to form interlined flesh
with no cracks beneath scales apparent, yet lines still shown dimly around
linked scales. His skin is colored in dull red in most places, but in few spots
the linked scales are blackened, namely his finger tips and a location around
his neck like a collar, that spreads to his chest with blackened lines similar
to reaching tendrils. At the end of his fingers, long nails grow with sharpened
points that actually seem as if they might have been actual claws, had the
taint not had its effect. They do still however seem quite capable of cutting,
but as for their general look and shine, they seem as if they are rarely, if
ever, used. Behind him, a long reptilian tail swivels with the same scaled
formations as the rest of his body. His general appearance is similar to a
Dracnari, however twisted so that his form itself seems a dangerous mix of
Dracnari and Demonic seeming characteristics. His face is a notable feature,
with a Draconic maw full of sharpened teeth, and a rough tongue that looks as
if it might actually be able to damage ones skin with just a lick.

He is a fiendish master viscanti and is scarred, mutilated and disfigured beyond repair. His skeletal structure looks to have once been fairly tall and thin, perhaps hinting at elfen descent: however it is bent and malformed due to the flesh which has, in places, sloughed from the bone. In other places it has bubbled outwards, dragging the bone with it to form great oozing boils. The right side of his face is still recognisable - though barely - as a humanoid creature of some sorts, however the left side of his face has been consumed by great festering wounds and pestilent-looking, gargantuan protuberances (an especially large one of which blinds his left eye). The right eye is penny-shaped and a bright, joyful-looking blue, examining the world with a manner of baleful cheer. He is wearing ornamental great robes, and elegant sandals of silvery leather. He walks with the favor of Fain.

I should get round to writing a new one, pretty soon.

He is a fiendish master viscanti and is poised with a flawless posture,
eliciting an aura of condescending confidence. A strange smirk continually
plays on his face, a hint of arrogance radiating from a simple twitched mouth.
Of such, his eyes are oddly cold; they seem to lack focus, peering into an
invisible nothingness and paying little attention to their surroundings. Hair
of a silvery-gray hue streams from his head, flowing just past his shoulders
and adding a curious hint of physical shadow to his already-malicious
expression. His flesh exhibits obvious effects born from the taint, lending it
an arcane reddish tint. He is wearing a dwarven helm, a chainmail shirt, a pair
of chainmail leggings, a black cape, a golden dragon ring, a simple gold ring,
and a simple gold ring. He walks with the highfavour of Fain.

Not entirely written by me - I had a little help from a friend
It's still pretty accurate to how I envision my character, at least.

She is a nimble faeling and stands only a few human handspans high. Elaborate, seemingly fragile wings of deepest black stretch out slightly behind her. Her long, straight black hair falls to just past waist-length, almost indistinguishable from the color of her wings but for the herbs and flowers braided throughout. Gray-blue eyes take in all that goes on around her with an almost preternatural alertness, and though they sparkle with warmth, giving her a sense of friendliness and familiarity, there is an undercurrent of sadness that makes her seem older than her years. Her skin is pale, almost alabaster white, giving her very stark, if not classically beautiful, features. She seems at first glance as if she might be snapped in half by the wind, but further study reveals slightly muscled limbs and gentle, seductive curves. She moves with an easy stride when she walks, but she seems to spend most of her time fluttering a few inches above ground with the aid of her wings.

She is a nimble faeling and is slender and lithe, slightly more diminutive than most faelings, with sun-browned skin a soft shade of cinnamon. Dark, waist-length russet hair, streaked here and there with lighter brown and tawny gold, frames mischievous, beryl-green eyes, wayward fringe tucked hastily and ineffectively behind pointed, upswept elven ears. Stray strands of her wind-tousled hair eddy on the slightest breeze, and ripple and swirl about her minute form when she takes to the air. Her gracefully-curving wings are a delicate silver shade, their gossamer translucence and apparent fragility reminding one of a butterfly's, yet seeming fully able to support her in flight. Faint traceries of iridescent green and gold shimmer elusively throughout the membranes, shifting with the light, reminiscent of and about as tangible as sunlight and moonbeams dappling the verdant forest floor.


The product of several alterations from my original one, though I'll probably stick with this.

She is a fiendish Viscanti and stands gracefully tall, at more than six feet from toe to crown. Her form is slender, with delicate limbs creating an impression of elegance. She has fine, almost elfen-like features, with high arched eyebrows that frame her strangely gentian eyes. This colour is echoed in her lips with a slightly darker blue powderadded seemingly for a contrasting effect. Alt's hands are quite definately not in proportion to her body, with a nearly talon-like appearance and blackened nails. Long, spindly legs like a spider's thicken to at the knee, and grow into two deep black cloven hooves, shod in steel that act as feet. Reflecting this attribute are two horns that curl back over Alt's skull, and are stained the same deep crimson that is the colour of her somewhat leathery skin. Held in check behind her is a lithe tail ending in in a tuft of dark hair, the same colour as grows out of her scalp.

Yes, err. That's my alt. I don't like it as much as some others I've written, it doesn't flow as nicely.

He is a fiendish master viscanti and stands at a height of 6'1". His skin is a deep red and somewhat glistens when any light is shone near him. His right eye is a deep green, looking very much like an elfen eye, while the left is a crimson orb with a black pupil. A thin black scar runs across the left side of his face, including over his eye, looking similar to an earthquake, from a birds eye view, in shape. The hair on his head, which runs halfway down his back, straight and surprisingly smooth and shiney, is a murky green on the right half and a dark reddish brown on the left. His ears themselves are slightly pointed like an elfen, but droop before the tip. He is slim and well built, not to muscular but having a defined six-pack and strong arms and thighs. The nails on his hands are black and slightly pointed but not by too much. The last noticeable feature on this man is the single black leathery demonic wing protruding out of his back, on the left side, slightly ragged and obviously unuseable for flight even if he had another wing.

<3 Noku.

I like to keep mine simple.

He is a noble imperial merian and of average merian height. His skin is a deep, dark blue, though his long, fanning ears are of a lighter sea-blue colour. His eyes are soft, light grey. A sleek, cerulean dorsal fin runs down the length of his back, from between his shoulder blades to his hips, while a darker, fanning fin sweeps back from the top of his head to the nape of his neck.

Aww, poor Guido. I still want to cuddle you, if only out of pity.
*puts clothespin on nose*
*cuddles Guido*

Mines odd - Indeed, more viscanti-ish, in some ways. Since Viscanti are those mutated who interbred, though, for most intents, Gol is still an Igasho.

He is a shaggy igasho and towers above normal height, easily over ten feet
tall. Thick, heavy set shoulders top a monstrously wide torso, with similarly
huge limbs supporting his bulk. A black scaled tail sways behind him,
lizardlike, and capped with an array of red and black spines. On his lower
legs, and forearms, a thinning coat of igasho fur remains, but elsewhere, is
replaced with thick, black chitinous plating. For some reason, the plating
seems haphazard, even though it fits together perfectly. Gleaming, the plating
doesn't hinder movement in the slightest, though an occasional soft rasp can be
heard as he shifts. Over his face, the plating dwindles, down to the level of
scales. Several wrist thick, pointed spikes curve up from each shoulder, around
two feet in length. A similar, smaller set of spikes adorn his head, though
these are much shorter, and curve backward to a greater degree. His hands
already devoid of hair, or spines, are only partially scaled and plated. The
backs, and tops of fingers, are covered, but the undersides of both remain
bare, grey, rough skin shown underneath. Eyes of molten red and gold peer out
from his face, cut only by a serpentine black slit in the center of each. Ears,
once rounded, and furred, now seem almost rigid, each coming to a point of
chitin. The taint has made it's mark on this Igasho, the changes wrought
undisputable and clear.

He is a bouncing furrikin and of slightly above-average height, standing at about 3'2. Bearing strong resemblance to a fox, he is possessed of a deep-black pelt that covers almost all of his body bar a short, thin white strip on his muzzle. Dark brown eyes twinkle from under a tuft of wayward fur, and a ragged cut in one ear twitches constantly. His bushy tail waves around, as though anxious to be on the move. His arms end in small, spindly hands that are nonetheless sure in their movements, and are covered with an ingrained layer of dirt as though used to digging around in soil.

That's just my sort of...test description until I come up with a better one. Which I will undoubtedly forget to do and thus leave this as it is. Criticism appreciated!

Kinda made up on the spot.

She is a graceful high elfen and has fiery red, shoulder length hair. Piercing
blue eyes are a stark contrast to her milky white skin. Faint tribal tattoos
show where her skin is visable. The most notable of these, is upon her
forehead, designed in such a way as it looks as though the shadow of a circlet
rests above her brow. She is petite, no more than 5 feet, if that, but she
holds herself in such a way, that her small size is barely noticeable. She is
wearing a gorgeous diamond ring, a skullcap of the moon, a black leather belt
with a silver leaf buckle, an amethyst and sapphire ring, a ring of silver
vines grasping a sapphire crescent moon, a pair of leather leggings, a sapphire
winged necklace, a leather vest, a beaded bracelet of midnight black onyx, a
gold bracelet with rubies, a pair of bracers of midnight blue, traced with
silver scrollwork, and a gold and platinum wedding band.

And just for fun:

Mary - Definitely gorgeous description! But I think it's given me nightmares of twitching cuttlefish.

Iggy - Nice.. pocketbelt.

Here's mine:

She is a noble imperial merian and is pale in colouring and slight of stature. Her delicate, fine-boned features house bright, oversized silver eyes framed by a cascade of shimmering silver locks that tumble, unbound, to rest in the graceful curve at the small of her back. Her light blue skin is fair to the point of translucence, giving her fragile visage a delicate, surreal cast that is reminiscent of clear water, momentarily stilled. A small silver tattoo in the shape of a shield glimmers against the high arch of her left cheekbone. Twining about the pale blue skin of her right forearm is a matching line of tiny silver runes. Beneath the pale brow, her bright eyes glimmer with a fierce determination that is at odds with the childlike fragility of her appearance. She is wearing a simple gold ring, a simple gold ring, an elegant ring set with a black opal, a rope-like bracelet of silver, an elegant silver choker necklace, an aquatic ring, a sapphire stud through her left ear, a sapphire stud through her right ear, a butterfly-shaped stud through her left ear, a purple coat, a pair of chainmail leggings, and a chainmail coif.

He is a fiendish master viscanti and stands about six feet tall. His skin,
where it can be seen, is a mottled red. His features are handsome, however
twisted, and where once elven ears curled delicately upward, now there are
great fleshed horns, seemingly of a piece with those that curl out from his
brow. His hair is sleek, of a silver color, and falls down past his shoulders
to the middle of his back. He has it gathered, near the end, with a plain
silver clip. His hands are strange, the fingers fused into a thumb and two
long, thick fingers without nails. He wears his tail wrapped around his waist
as a belt. He is winged, with the appendages folded down and under, and
comfortably slid through cuts in his garments. His legs are muscular, built
for propelling him into the skies. His feet are elongated like a cat's, and
would not fit any sort of footwear. He has wrapped himself in a faint aura of
un-light, increasing any shadows near him and slightly dimming whatever light
comes near. He smells faintly of rose petals and old death. He is wearing
billowing black robes.