Title says it all. If you have a description of something that's nifty, neat, or think people would like to see as a reference throw it up.
a blistered leechwood tree
Formed from the fused lengths of numerous arm-thick ropes of red-black fiber, the eldritch form of the leechwood tree rises far out of sight into the sky above. The wood of the tree pulses slowly, drawing energy into itself from the collection of root structures trailing out of its base. A rhythmic thrumming noise is audible, emanating from the heart of the tree. With each powerful vibration, a burst of evolution can be seen in the leaves and root base. Along the surface of the wood, various open sores have formed, leaking a grey-blue sap tinged with red that shimmers as it runs down the length of the tree. A small depression can be seen beneath one of the lower hanging branches, the interior darker than the deepest night. The leaves of the tree, abundant in the high overhead near the canopy, are a stark ghost white, run through with veins of the same grey-blue that leaks from the sores evident along its trunk. Various leaves have also become infused with a ruddy, sanguineous shade. A dark veil surrounds the tree, giving the perception of perpetual night.
This odd little creature appears to be flakes and strips of bark come to life. The woodling is tiny, allowing it to hide easily in the knots and burls of trees.
She is a radiant Diabolus. Her gracile form holds a harrowing, tumultuous beauty. The ashen skin of her body is speckled with roughened ligneous patches that resemble the bark of the Leechwood. Her slender legs taper into contorted roots, perpetually seeking purchase within the soil beneath them. Olanre's arms are twisted and bent in unnatural positions, akin to the warped and crooked branches of the Tree. A cluster of stark white blue-veined leaves sprout from her shoulders forming an impressive mantle that frames her face. She is crowned with a wreath of scarlet blossoms that surround her with an earthy, green resinous fragrance. Her face is sharply angled, with deep arboraceous hollows and crags. A sanguine light rises from the depths of smoldering, angled eyes both radiant and terrible to behold.
Rynar the shadow
mass of shadows surround the majority of this wraith lord. His black hair blends
in with the darkness around him, and his bright white eyes peer out to observe
his surroundings. Simple clothes cover what the shadows don't, but what little
flesh is exposed appears to be melting, giving way to the bones beneath. A
scythe is grasped within his grip, readily available to strike down his foes.
(why are these the Gods I have descriptions of? Jesus)
He is a radiant Immortal. He is standing before you in an innate regal dignity. For the sake of mortal kind's ability to fathom Him, He has chosen to manifest Himself in the form of a flawless Sylayan. Like all elves, His features are sharp and suave. Framing His face whisps of sleek, silken black hair have been left somewhat tousled to give Him character. Like the backdrop of a starless midnight sky His hair cascades down over His poised shoulders and back, leaving something to be desired. As sure as a full moon contrasts such a sky, two pensive golden hues glitter in contrast with an unspoken wisdom. Tawny skin blankets His form and complexion, seemingly poured over Him like liquid bronze. Angular, pointed ears are often tuned in on some unheard discussion, finding mortality intriguing. Taut shoulders slope smoothly down into strong arms and firm hands, in which He grasps a walking stick. Adorning His feet are a pair of simple sandals, often times left to the side so that He may more fully enjoy the feel of the warm sand or plush grasses beneath Him. He is wearing long and flowing robes of golden yellow silk, a white gold chain necklace adorned with a glowing topaz key, and a topaz-set knot-work ring.
He is a radiant Immortal. He is shimmering in and out of perspective reality. You try to focus upon Him but His face keeps morphing from one appearance to the the next, causing your mind to boggle to such extremities that you are occasionally forced to look away. One could easily be driven into insanity just by merely staring at Him for too long. He is wearing a ring of pestilence, a Helm of Auspex, a pair of knee-high leather boots, a Girdle of Dementation, a ring, a pocketbelt, a Sash of Malkav, a silver-hued rose, a necklace of purity, a leather falconry glove, an obsidan collar, a pair of gauntlets, and a pair of sleek, black leather trousers. He wields glowing strands of flowing primal chaosin His left hand and The Rapier of Comedy in His right.
She is a radiant Immortal. She is wreathed in a corona of interwoven shadow and liquid flame. Her angular face is as beautiful as it is cruel, the freezing beauty of merciless power reflected in every line of Her features. Her tilted eyes burn with a steady crimson flame, no pupil nor iris visible within the raging inferno of Her gaze. Her flame-coloured hair tumbles freely over Her shoulders, its pulsing strands resembling the flows of lava around the shadowed nimbus of Her form. The aura of shadow and flame dances about Her powerful, graceful silhouette, flowing over her midnight skin in a coruscating whirlwind of energy. Behind Her, draconic wings spread out in an ominous, looming shadow, their edges tipped with blackened steel claws. She is wearing the Quiver of Flame, a pair of stony gauntlets inscribed with odd symbols, and Bracers of War.
She is a radiant Immortal. Taking the form of a tall, formidable woman clothed for battle, She stands veiled in swirling particles of energy. Her visage, untouched by mortal cares, is pale in perfection and as luminescent as the moon called Aryana. Her hair is an inconstant colour, shifting in cool variations of Moradeim's ever-changing hues. Dark are Her eyes, their black and scarlet depths speaking to the terror of Sukhder and the power with which She holds Her gaze. Three conjoined moons glint from a heavy chain around Her neck, one a white gold, another a dark iron, and the last of brass.
She is a radiant Immortal. Her form is perpetually enveloped by a vibrant nimbus of rich sapphire blue. Despite possessing the visage of an eternal maiden, Her brilliant blue eyes are bright and clear, the Wisdom of the Ages reflected within them. Her long blonde curls have been gathered back in an intricate plait, a few snowy white ringlets mingling with the golden locks to belie her otherwise youthful appearance. A bright blue and white columbine flower winds around the base of Her braids, the twisted strands draped over Her shoulder and continuing down nearly to Her waist. A perfect white lily rests on Her hip, attached to a gold chain that loops around Her waist. Where She stands, the colours are more intense and brilliant than those of the surrounding area.
She is a radiant Immortal. She is surrounded in a veil of Night that obscures the finer details of Her features. Tiny spheres of starlight hover around Her being, their incandescent lights twinkling as they move gracefully to form the various constellations. Her bountiful glossy black hair flows wildly in long curls behind Her and seems to stretch across the sky. Her eyes are large and almond shaped, suffused with the sapphire luminescence of the stars. She is wearing a necklace made of star sapphire gems, a crown made from motes of starlight, a simple sapphire velvet gown, a pair of sapphire embroidered slippers, a sapphire star circlet, an engraved silver ring, and a star-shaped mark.