So I have been thinking about this for awhile and thought I would start a thread for it to help me out and maybe the rest of us too. I thought it would be cool for each of us to describe what our characters look like so we have some idea. So I'll start.

Sungar "Sunny" Ablerook is a normal size for a dwarf, he has black hair and a black beard that is braided and hangs to the middle of his chest. It is hard to distinguish where his beard, hair and eyebrows start and stop. He wears yellow sleeveless tunic with some brown embroidering on it along with yellow pants and boots. Over this he is wearing a cloak of elven kind along with leather gloves that have seen a fair share of battles and have womens names carved into the leather. Around his neck hangs a small medallion that signifies the order of monks that he once lived with. He carries a cross bow slung on his back and a small dagger on his belt.


Oh and try to be a descriptive as possible, I have an idea for a project as well but that is all I am going to say.

That's a great idea. It'll certainly help me.

Great idea, Mike. I may have to amend this later when I'm in possession of my character sheet, but I can get a good amount of stuff here to start.

Marchosias Longcoat is of average height for a human, with a nimble but powerful build. He has a full head of dark, wavy hair, and dark eyes that seem to burn with a fire of their own. His profession dictates that he not wear flashy colors, but he's never been one to skimp on the quality of his clothes. He's normally dressed in the typical accoutrements found on an adventurer - cloak, gloves, belt, etc. He's never been one to wear any jewelry - because, of course, what can be seen, can also be pilfered. If one looks closely enough, the flash of a dagger or some other hidden weapon can usually be glimpsed. He wears two swords - "Legion", a rapier that appears to be shimmering, liquid metal, and "Shadow", a short sword that is every bit as sharp as it is dark. A bow is slung over his shoulder, but usually gets dropped in favor of a two-sword stance that delivers a multitude of cuts and jabs that somehow always seem to find the vital areas of whatever creature has dared to face him.

Marchosias moves with a feline's grace, but also with the understood sublime power that accompanies some of the more predatory cats. His attitude tends to vary wildly, from playfully sarcastic to loungingly uncaring, to a dark anger that tends to boil up from deep below the surface when he feels wronged or cheated. It takes him a long time to develop relationships, but when he does, he's fiercly loyal to anyone who has committed to stand with him and has demonstrated that commitment in the past.

I'll just fill in for those who cannot check in.

Eron is a flaming homosexual. He advertises this with a beautiful rainbow cloak and limp wrists. He pursues magic because he has had trouble meetings guys and he believes that eventually he will be able to fashion a spell to identify other gays and make them love him. Recently he has raised him ambitions, and he is researching a spell to turn straight men gay. He has a little pink dragon napping in the hood of his rainbow cloak behind him, several pretty rings on his fingers (only 2 of which are magical), hair spiked with gobs of gel and frosted tips, and a look of desperate need for cock on his face.

Signy is butch. Her bulging muscles make her boobs look like bruises. Despite her strength, she is clumsy. She carries a few chains with her, and she constantly tripping over them and cutting herself on the spikes. Her arms and legs are covered in bandages. Essentially, with her dark skin, these two could be sisters.

Yenrab is a timid priest of lightning and chaos. He wears spotless blue robes with little lightning bolts. He drags a rusty spear behind him. He has white hair that sticks straight out and he is scared of the constant buzzing sound only he hears.

Super.

I appreciate the humor Zemmy but unfortunately for what I have planned I need a bit more description about what they look like and what they are wearing. So Jay you can't just reply "super" I really do need what your lady looks like, clothes, body and hair please.

Sorry, Sweetcheeks. I thought my sarcasm might inspire a response from the silent trio. I was mistaken.

Signy Asmunder enjoys the company of others. Caution is a necessity, but running is not. While this gives the appearance of being standoffish, she can be quite playful and flirtatious toward those brave enough to break the ice. The small group of beings that have gained her trust would never doubt her loyalty.

She is a half drow. Her long straight black hair, blue-gray skin, and glowing green eyes add a certain attractive elegance to her otherwise average height and female features. Around her left eye, a well drawn tattoo faintly displays the tribal symbols of her father. She appears toned and balanced, but most would discount her physical strength at first glance. She is well aware of her attributes, and enjoys the spoils from occasional arm-wrestling bets at the local pubs and inns.

While she fancys jewelery and other sparkly things, it isn't a necessity. Her "necklace" that cleverly winds its way around her upper body is actually one of two chains she will use in battle. Both can be used with an equal amount of deadly efficiency.

When adventures call, Signy wears a black pearlescent breast plate. Dull black knee high boots and black plates cover her well shaped legs. Black bracers, and heavy, dull black leather gloves protect her hands and arms. Slung over her back is a simple war hammer, and a well marked composite long bow. A silvery gray hooded cloak is slung over her shoulders. Under the cloak rests a silver-black long sword.

Well Sweets, it looks like everyone is happy with the character descriptions provided. I can't wait to see the ghey wizard!

The young Yenrab Natis was a child that was keen on following his own path. He grew up in the mountains with his family and spent most of his time playing in the woods, and ignoring what his mother told him to do. When he was well into his twelfth year, he has been sent out to gather wood to help his mother prepare the family meal, and he had taken this opportunity to search for dragons.

After wandering for a while, and slaying several imaginary dragons, he emerged into a clearing with only one piece of wood to speak of that looked surprising like a sword. There was a storm that was rolling in, but it was only now that he realized the power of it. The sky was turning a dark shade of purple, and the clouds were following suit, which was turning the delightful drizzle that had been falling for a while now into a more driving rain.

Even though he was now soaking wet, young Yenrab would not be detered. Though this would now make finding dry wood a fair bit more difficult. He decided to head to the center of the clearing to try to get his bearings, and then head home quickly so he wouldn't catch his death...

But as he took a few setps forward, it seemed that time stopped, and he would still swear to this day that it almost seemed as the rain drops seemed to hang in mid air, and all of the hair on his body stood on end. And then in an instant, he was touched by the power of the gods as a bolt of lightning came down, and struck him squarely on his head.

Yenrab was missing for the better part of the day, at which point his father, and a few other men that had been sent out by his frantic mother, came across him in the clearing, laying at the center of a large black circle.

Yenrab's mother watched over him for the next two weeks, and the local healer would stop by every day or two to check on his status, and do what he could. Slowly, Yenrab began to recover. His hair had turned pure white as a reminder of where he had been touched by the hand of the gods.

Most mortals would feel fortunate to have survived such an ordeal, but Yenrab Natis saw it differently. He became fascinated by the power that he had witnessed, and wanted to harness it for himself. As soon as he could pry himself from his now over-protective mother, he went out into the world to seek someone who could teach him to shape the weave and harness the power of the heavens.

It wasn't long before he stumbled upon a devotee of Talos, and very quickly, he realized that he was destined to follow this path. Though he would never admit it to anyone else, he now felt that Talos himself had sent the bolt of lightning down to test him, and to set him upon his destiny.

He studied hard, and changed his appearance to match that of Talos, wearing a blue robe with some white down the sleeves. He also took to wearing a large hat to hide the white hair that made some mistake him for someone far beyond his years. He also switched from swords to a spear because it was the weapon that Talos preferred. He hoped that if he worked hard enough, eventually that spear would become a lightning bolt that he could wield as he chose.

Yenrab also wanted to learn as much about healing as he could because he wanted to be prepared should the gods decide to test him again.

Though he stayed to himself mostly, he did eventually stumble across an adventuring party that saw a use for his unique talents. And, he though, if all goes well he though, they might be able to help him learn to gain the favor of the gods so that they might be willing to show him a trick or two...

The story is great Jon but I need a description of what he looks like ie. what he's wearing, hair and eye color, etc.

I'd say his eyes are blue

Tyrone Kennard is human, and in physical appears he might start with Aragorn from that movie with the short people. However, he has quite a bit more dirt and maybe a few twigs in his hair. He wears a dark green cloak and wears twin bastard swords, one over each shoulder. The bastard swords are fairly simple aside from rubies on the pommels. He managed to fit his longbow on his back as well along with a full quiver. He has particularly vile language, though generally a good guy. He's great with kids, and they seem to enjoy his tales of adventure and mayhem.

Lankyforpot, who is something of an NPC, is a very friendly and excitable fellow (standard for a gnome, though). He has big, happy eyes and a perpetual grin. He has short, spiky hair that's going in every potential direction with no sense of order. He's wearing what looks to be a pale blue leisure suit.

I want a pale blue leisure suit... And one for my character too.

Irony is having not noticed this thread until RIGHT THIS SECOND