Estarra:

She is a radiant immortal and appears as a statuesque woman of a stern and imposing demeanor. Though her face is free of lines and her hair is as white as bleached bone, her very aura bespeaks of an ancient entity. Most remarkable are her eyes, for they change colour with every passing mood, sometimes twinkling sapphire blue and other times as black as pitch. Power flows around her in great eddies and currents. She is wearing nothing but shifting shafts of light and shadows.


Terentia - Might be the old one:
She is a radiant immortal and is surprisingly short for such. Although She stands just over five feet tall, Her full suit of glistening armour and the aloof way She holds Herself give Her the appearance of being much taller. A heavy, lazuli attic helmet sits perched atop Her head, embellished with countless sapphires that glitter brilliantly no matter the lighting condition, and adorned with a pair of tiny white wings that twitch about as though they have a mind of their own. Cold, calculating cerulean eyes gaze out from under the tussocks of hair that have escaped the confines of Her helmet and although little of Her hair is visible, it's safe to say that it would appear to match the blue of Her eyes and equally safe to assume there's plenty of it albeit She has somehow managed to stuff quite a lot of it up inside of Her helmet. Her torso is encased by a showy cuirass inlaid with sapphires, although Her strong shoulders have been left uncovered. Most of either arm remains uncovered as well, Her only protection for either one being the silver gauntlets She wears on either hand, set with wickedly curved blades on the back of the palm and up the forearm. Although She lacks actual wings, a pair of rather impressive looking wings has been fashioned out of some unidentifiable materials and a large mass of white feathers, then attached to the back of Her cuirass, and although they serve little actual purpose beyond completing the ensemble, they're still quite stunning and greatly resemble the actual wings of a trill. She is wearing a sapphire inlaid cuirass with attached wings, a pair of tall, heavy boots of silver, and a scabbard set with sapphires.

Isune - Definitely the old one. Updating soon:
She is a radiant immortal and suffuses the space around Her with an ambient luminescence, causing the very air to ripple as though heated beneath a desert sun. Her eyes are a crystalline blue-green flecked with gold and rust, but often their colors are lost to an inherent glow that flares and dims with the slightest shift of mood. Framing those eyes, a ring of silver-tipped feathers give Her a wizened, almost owl-like expression, while high cheekbones, a hawkish nose speckled with faint freckles, and full lips also grant Her a somewhat aristocratic air. Cascading down Her back, framing Her face, running over Her shoulders and past Her waist with an apparent mind of its own is a shimmering waterfall of snow and platinum feathers. Her form is lithe and athletic, with relatively slim shoulders discernable beneath what She wears. Seemingly unconnected to Her, ephemeral and almost liquid wings which shimmer over with rainbows of color like oil on water slowly sweep to and fro. Faint sparks of light drift within and about those wings in sporadic, yet intricate patterns, silently dancing around Her. She is wearing a shimmering and capacious cloak of plumose starlight, a billowing skirt of threaded starlight fringed in white feathers, a pair of opalescent white boots adorned with wings, a silvery velvet pouch, a turquoise charm bracelet, an elemental crown, a silver ring set with an oval ruby, a star-studded falcon pendant, a butterfly-shaped stud through Her right ear, and a butterfly-shaped stud through Her left ear.

Lisaera:
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, a floor-length, concealing traveler’s cloak of deepest blue, a circlet of silvered leaves, and a silver torc.

Technically Gods can give birth in many ways...not just the traditional.

I sometimes have nightmares about Tully someday getting pregnant with Estarra's baby thru some cosmic means or divine will...

I think that would be a process known as a fnordgasm.

(You gotta find some ways to amuse yourself when your stuck watching a stupid NT server waiting for it to fail so you can reboot it).

I really hope this thread is a joke, and not meant seriously. Why must there be an assortment of gods based on gender? I thought we, as a human race, got over such things back in the 70s.

I just found it kinda interesting, that's all.

You presume that both Isune and Lacostian mutually share the same liking for each other.

Isune needs to show up so we can conspire to hook her up with Lacostian. We all know He's madly in love with her, of course.

Who says either of them like the other -gender-?

Now that you mention it, Isune did go flying around naked with Viravain...

we all know fain and shiakari are le pimps, they just don't have to flaunt it by having some goddess fawn all over them, thats what mortals are for.

Any offspring of mine would be a delight to see, go make Fain have a baby. If it's not horribly disfigured, it will be after seeing its father...

So mean. <3

Now we're cookin'.

demi god baby ZOMGNERF! whaaa whaa i want a bottle, *tclap* now mom what did you learn? thats right when baby asks for a bottle he means now.