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That's a clearer way of achieving the "I wanna be a furry but I also wanna have eq and size bonuses" effect. Oh, and not everyone uses 80-column terminals.

Replace 'he' with she, and you're right. Her reincarnation did carry over traits from her last race, it's not an uncommon thing from what I understand. Plan on switching back to lobo when I hit Titan. She's just got paws, though the rest of her is pretty normal. It's like a wolfine version of a satyr. As for screen wrap, don't know how to make it work for everyone. If you want to contribute rather then be wry, I'd apprieciate it

IE, you want to have your cake and eat it too. You want to keep the RP of the race you like, but have the racial advantages of another race. If you're not goign to shift your RP do adapt to a different race, why reincarnate in the first place?

To put it another way: A loboshigaru-faeling (Besides being a horribly weird mongrel) implies that there was ever reproductive contact between a race of size 13 and one of size 4.

He is a graceful high elfen with antlers and appears to have traces of faery heritage in his features. Standing at least a head shorter than others of his race, this diminutive young man could easily fade into a crowd were it not for the intricate jade tattoos that swirl across his lightly tanned skin. Flowing lines and jagged spirals of a strange runic script can be glimpsed extending from the hairline of his temple down beneath his clothing on the left side, while his right remains smooth and unadorned. Elusive, unreadable eyes watch the world through irises of flecked indigo, framed by locks of chestnut braids held together tightly with small beads of shell and bone. Delicately pointed ears peek out from behind his shoulder-length hair, almost concealed at first glance. His frame is lean but well toned, and there is an implied athleticism in his nimble little steps. A very practiced sense of stillness is often evident in his stance and poise, which is rather disconcerting and lends quite an unsettling air to his presence. His face is painted with rays of sunshine and blue lightning bolts. He is wearing a moonflower, a pocketbelt, a parafilament purse, a pair of Winged Sandals of Haste, a pocketbelt, a pocketbelt, a shimmering truesilver necklace, a runic gold promise ring, a wide banded silver promise ring, a sacred ring of the ravenwood, soft deep green robes, a circlet of silvered leaves, a pair of bracers of midnight blue, traced with silver scrollwork, a golden oak tree brooch, and a silver torc.

And thirdly, here's mine. I banged it out in about 3 minutes, but it does what it's supposed to. I definitely wanna do a more in depth one eventually.

Seriously, no. I hate it when people put their character's attitudes and goals into their descriptions - It makes for stereotypical types. Usually you have evil, scheming characters which are lean, tall and spindly (I'm guilty of this, although the lean and spindly part came before the evil and scheming), or happy, hearty characters which are short and stout, etc. Your character didn't choose the way he looks ("But I asked the Fates for a cat tail and ears on my Elfen..." doesn't work with me) and it has no bearing on his personality. You can, of course, work out that a frugal person will be generally thin and a hedonist will be fat, but those are gross generalizations - I've seen fat people who barely feed themselves (Hint: Dieting makes you fat, all fat people do it) and thin people who can swallow a semi truck. In fact, it's arguably more fun to play a character which breaks the stereotype. I'd like to see a fat, short elf or a lean dwarf for a change.

Have you ever seen a character that shows even hints of age?

"He is a nimble shadowcaster faeling and is rather pale, his skin emanating a
sort of sickly luminescence, compounded by the ashen complexion granted in his
transformation to a shadowcaster. Deep black hair hangs in pointed shards all
about his slight face, pale pink eyes peering out from beneath his bangs. Dark,
gossamer wings extend from his back, patterned with all sorts of whorls and
twists, looking for all the world as if they'd been sewn from spider's silk. His
body is lithe, slim, nothing out of the norm for one of his race. He is wearing
a fitted vest of black leather, a midnight black cloak, silvery robes of fine
spider silk, a pair of sturdy leather boots, a ring with one azure eye, a ring
with one crimson eye, and a cloak of crow feathers."

She is a nimble shadowcaster faeling and diminuitive, even amoung other faelings, her demeanor both youthful and vivacious. An earthy ambience surrounds her form, the aura of a creature from the deepest and darkest of woods. Her frame is slender and feminine, but not to the point of fragility. A slightly mirthful expression is predominant on her heart-shaped face, her full lips slightly darker than her burnished bronze skin. Her almond-shaped eyes, the colour of cocoa, are smudged around the lids with kohl, adding a slightly sultry demeanor to her countenance. Rimmed underneath each eye are four small dashes, tattooed onto her skin. Her thick, chocolate-brown hair is twisted and matted into ropelike locks, framing her face in places and trailing down to her mid-back in others. Wound into a few of these thick strands is a crow's feather here and there, and her slightly pointed ears barely peek out from beneath their mass. Her small, nimble hands and feet end in tiny, sharp claws. Her wings rest folded against her back when she is standing still, each comprised of a forewing and hindwing and elongated in shape. The fragile wings are transparent and tinged only the slightest of mossy green, and are laced by intricate, sienna-hued veins.