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Username:

Devoratrix de Animus

Rank:

Junior Adventurer

 

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Character:

Rai'iden

Character Race:

Devoratrix de Animus (Soul Reaver)

Gender:

Male

Character Age:

9,549

Place of Origin:

Drakkhen Empire at the center of the multiverse

Profession:

Godkiller

Appearance:

-··>Was it a living shadow that moved in the darkness? Perhaps, t'was an ignis fatuus cloaked in an abyssian tattered shroud; the glint of eyes glimmering from beneath an oversized hood. Six feet and halfway to a seventh tall, the Serpentine towered over a good deal of souls. Pale digits escaped from the darkness, ascending and clasping the hood that covered his head; carefully drawing it back. As the hood fell back, the pitch darkness cast over the Devoratrix's frame lightened to a normal shadow. The dim torchlight from the tavern across the alley barely illuminated his black leather adorned figure, long raven locks, half dreaded, falling into his visage. The eyes were liquid onyx, the pupils rimmed in a glowing azure; the once natural color of the Devourer's eyes. Those oculars that once were full of life, were dead, vacant, and rarely intrigued. Sharp features defined the creature's face, and though pale, resembled something elven. Dark, sharp brows cast a feint shadow over the abyssian eyes as the creature brushed a few stray locks from his view. A black tongue slid across snake bite pierced lips, wetting them as a smirk tugged at the edge of those dark tiers. The Serpentine was gorgeous, yet there was something very off about the nearly perfect symmetry, as if it were... fake.

Several tattered wrappings hung from the Incubine's arms, strapped around them from the wrists to the bicep; covering the sleeve tattoos inked in the flesh. Those wrappings went on to cover the entire torso beneath what was left of a shredded, sable straightjacket and chest plate. A two handed blade was strapped to the creature's back. The crossguard, hilt, and pommel, crafted of mithril; a blue tinted, nearly indestructible metal. An intricately ornate dagger and sheath were strapped to his side and easiest of the weapons to get to. The Serpentine's tassets flailed about with each movement, often exposing a short, blacklight-esque blade tied to the other hip with an ebon, vitae stained sash. The nearly somber Demonia-esque boots that adorned the Wraith's legs to the knees, were worn and falling apart, loose buckles and straps dangling from them.

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