Her Children ran barefoot in the streets of a City in another Realm, their footprints begrimed and black, their laughter lifting with the mocking shriek of a crier bird stained in graffiti and lost dreams. She is the Harlot, wise and jaded, mysterious and fierce, in Her arms the worlds they dare to unlock are endless.   { Mysrai, Harlot of Revolution She is a radiant immortal and is golden of skin and lithe, Her form alien and lovely, strangely so, given the massive, crystal-filled scar that has ruined one side of Her sharply-angled, elongated face. Two massive ridges bulge outwards into arches above Her head, and black stars dance in the shifting Void between these horns. She is tall: her legs are backwards-jointed, split-hoofed things clad in a coat of gleaming indigo scales. Veils of scarlet energy linger in Her wake, snapping in a hot breeze that smells of sand and ozone. She is wearing a reforged crown of gleaming voidcopper, a formless earring of living copper through Her left ear, a formless earring of living copper through Her right ear, a verdigrised voidcopper loincloth, a jade bangle bracelet set with cat's eye quartz and a gold necklace woven with fragrant kouseki blossoms. } - By Persayis