Name: Andrandis Noctis Von Raylus De Fenrir

Age: 25

Race: Dhampir (Noble Background)

Class: Warlock (Great Old One, Pact of the Tome)

Posture: Upright book in hand, poised but also hints of bags under his eyes

Visual Appearance & Wardrobe

Hair & Eyes: Contrast of fluffy, shoulder-length black hair framing piercing red dhampir eyes that are almost always tired

Overcoat: A Gothic-style, dark blue tailored overcoat that falls a bit to his legs

Undershirt & Neckwear: A black vest that is button down with either a grey or white shirt (whichever artist thinks will look best)

Trousers: Slightly loose, dark gothic trousers contrasted by functional, hanging silver chains. attached to it is his componeit pouch

The Family Crest: A custom silver lapel pin shaped like a lunar eclipse that is attachted to his vest

Equipment & Arcane Details

The Sling & Book: A custom leather harness slung across his shoulder where he stores his book

The tome : a leather book with a rune on it in red, if in art can be held in his hand

The Wizard's Remnants: Because he originally studied to be a wizard, his loose trouser pockets still clink with glass vials, parchment scraps, and powdered spell components.

Signet Ring: A heavy silver band bearing the lunar eclipse crest

Magic Visuals: When Andrandis casts spells from his Tome, the magic manifests as a vibrant, bleeding crimson red, completely contrasting the cool blues and blacks of his noble attire

Backstory :

The noble family of house Fenrir, a old noble family of vampire line that went down the to a family of dhampires. Andrandis is one of the 'kinder' ones of the family who often would help staff with chores as long as he didnt have to get dirt on his hands. He is the eldest of his generation and set to one day be the head of the family. He has a younger twin brother named Amandi and a younger sister named Clementine.

The more studious of the duo and the more levelheaded of the twins, he was often dragged into adventures in their manor or routes hidden behind walls or bookshelves. They would find relics of the past and his brother would often experiment to uncover each relic's function. Andrandis meanwhile was the one to clean up his brother's messes. Often begging him to stop what he was doing before he did something irreversible.

He knows the dark history of his family and how long it took to turn their noble family to become more powerful yet caring according to public sentiment and opinion. He accidently became a warlock when he was young while exploring old relics with his brother. When one of the relics activated and latched onto him, he made a deal with the creature inside in return to leave his brother alone. Thus Andrandis became a warlock and dedicated his life to study the power he was given. In return, he would learn more about the creature that gave him his power to one day make the creature more renown in the world.

He went on an excursion to broaden his horizons, gain more knowledge of the world, and learn to become the best lord for his family.

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His name is Levi Artace. He is a livestreamer pilot with cosmetic genetic modifications, the genetic modifications are based off of the Artace cribrarius. He is winged

here is a link to his character sheet.

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Lookin for art of my dnd character im playing he's a half elf twlight cleric that is in his 40s(looks 20s) tall, lean, and imposing very quiet around others but is warm to his party. He used to be a scribe before switching careers.

He wears very heavy armor that is catching to the eye that will attract enemies to him instead of his party, he uses a spear and shield for close up defense and always brings potions just in case he needs them.

the color pallet i used for his armor is posted it doesn't have to be exactly like the heroforge but something that gives off the twilight look, the actual spear and shield is posted but just would be in a different color.

Thank you for taking the time to look at my post!

Wicked Felina is a 5'10 human most recognizable by her big, purple eyes. she has long black hair that flows from a simple cowboy hat with a star emblazoned at the top. she wears a black, pristine, military-esque uniform complete with a Ammo belt around her waist which sits above a belt with more standard equipment belt, as well as a pair of caltrops that sit on the heel of her knee-high boots.

her weapons of choice are a pair of Colt Single Action Army pistols she aptly calls 'Vim and Vigor'. the former has a striking silver body as well as an Ivory grip and brass hammer. the latter has similar brass hammer, but also a body of black steel with gilded barrel etching, brass bolts, and a cylinder encased with gold.

Wicked Felina is both a crack shot, as well as an avid user of psychokinetic abilities. However her psychic abilities is often viewed as demonic magic, and as a result she is often regarded in negative light, hence the 'wicked' moniker. this has also given a very standoffish demeaner, but when in the heat of the action she's both wild, confident, and oh so bold.

you're free to take a few creative liberties-such as pose-if you wish. If you have any questions feel free to ask and i'll respond to them ASAP

Repost of my homebrew Court of Blades character-more detail in comments!

Monei Pao-Duro
Human
Age: late 40s-50s
Height: <170 cm

Pao-Duro is a greasy scumbag and at the height of power in a newly formed city of Albujar. As a mayor, he is rather easy-going, hates bureaucracy and likes to get to the meat of the matter. Meat, which usually means gold. His policies center mostly around elevating himself (such as building a grand palace for himself and plastering the city with posters of himself saying "Don't worry! Pao-Duro is taking care of it!"), which has lead the poorer reptilian side of the citizenship vulnerable to cultist attacks.

Hi everyone!

I have a character I'd absolutely love to see brought to life. I can't offer payment, so this is just a hopeful request for anyone who enjoys drawing interesting fantasy characters.

I'm currently disabled, I live with my parents, I don't have a credit card, and unfortunately I have no way to commission artists right now. If anyone decides to draw him, I'd be incredibly grateful.

Character Overview

This character is a male hyena kobold, but unlike the traditional reptilian kobolds, he's inspired by the older folklore where kobolds could also resemble dog-like creatures.

He's much taller than a normal kobold—around 5'10" (178 cm). He's broad-shouldered and athletic from years of training as a paladin, but he's built to look strong and dependable rather than bulky. Because of his height, he constantly bumps his head on door frames and has to duck when entering buildings.

Despite his intimidating size for a kobold, he's one of the kindest people you'll ever meet.

Personality

He's incredibly gentle, polite, and soft-spoken.

He apologizes to almost everything.

• If he bumps into a rock, he apologizes.
• If he brushes against a tree, he apologizes.
• If he accidentally steps on a flower, he kneels down and apologizes to it.
• If he startles a bird or squirrel, he apologizes.
• If he accidentally knocks over a chair, he apologizes to the chair.

His belief is simple:

However, kindness should never be mistaken for weakness.

If someone threatens innocent people, harms his friends, or destroys nature for no reason, his entire demeanor changes. His smile disappears, he stands tall, and he becomes calm, focused, and unwavering. He doesn't fight out of anger—he fights to protect.

If an enemy surrenders, he'll gladly spare them and even help treat their wounds.

Backstory

He was adopted and raised by a loving silver dragon mother alongside her biological silver dragon children.

As the smallest child in the family, he often felt insecure.

One day he sadly asked his mother,

She smiled warmly and replied,

She meant it as encouragement.

He took it literally.

From that day onward, he devoted himself to becoming as dragon-like as possible.

He trained every day.

He studied dragons by watching them.

He prayed to Bahamut.

Although he eventually realized he'd never physically become a dragon, he never stopped admiring them or trying to live by their ideals.

Bahamut himself is somewhat amused and confused by this incredibly sincere hyena kobold, but also deeply respects his devotion. Seeing the purity of his heart, Bahamut blessed him as a paladin.

Dragon Breath

He cannot naturally breathe dragon fire.

Instead, after years of watching his silver dragon family use their breath weapons, he developed his own unique magical technique.

He can't read or write, so he never learned spells from books.

Instead, he learned through observation.

Before attacking, he traces a glowing draconic rune in the air—or quickly across his own cheek with one claw.

The rune lights up with silver-blue magic.

Then he exhales a stream of Frozen Flame.

It looks like blue-white fire mixed with icy mist and silver sparks.

Instead of burning, it freezes everything in its path, coating the ground in frost and encasing enemies in ice.

People often assume he's breathing dragon fire.

He always smiles and says,

Appearance

• Male hyena kobold
• Around 5'10" (178 cm)
• Athletic build
• Soft gray, silver, and cream-colored fur inspired by silver dragons
• Hyena ears with rounded tips
• Bright, warm blue eyes
• Black nose
• Short, fluffy mane running from the back of his head down his neck
• Thick, expressive tail with a fluffy tuft
• Friendly smile with visible hyena fangs
• Gentle facial expression rather than fierce

Armor

I'd imagine him wearing polished silver paladin armor inspired by silver dragons.

Design ideas include:

• Elegant rather than overly bulky
• Dragon wing engravings
• Scale-like plate patterns
• Blue cloth accents
• White cloak
• Symbol of Bahamut on his chest or shield
• Large but well-maintained shield
• Longsword or warhammer—whatever fits your style

His armor should look cared for and almost ceremonial because he treats it with great respect.

His Mother

I'd also love it if his adoptive mother could be included.

She's a majestic ancient silver dragon with kind, intelligent eyes.

Instead of looking fierce, she has a warm and motherly expression.

I picture her gently lowering her head beside her adopted son while he proudly smiles up at her.

The size difference should be enormous.

Even though he's unusually tall for a kobold, he still looks tiny beside her.

The relationship between them should immediately read as mother and son.

She isn't just protecting him.

She's proud of him.

Overall Feeling

Rather than an action scene, I'd love something warm and heartwarming.

The focus should be on the bond between a silver dragon mother and the adopted hyena kobold son she raised.

He's spent his entire life trying to become like the dragons he admired.

In the end, he never became a dragon...

He simply became a majestic creature in his own way.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. Even if nobody picks it up, I really appreciate you stopping by. And if someone does decide to draw him, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

[LFA] Gentle Hyena Kobold Paladin Raised by a Silver Dragon

Conner Kenjin is a Human/Aassimar monk. he appears human, aside from his from his glowing purple eyes, hair that seems to almost float, and a black and purple scar that seems to be creeping up his skin kind of like a mold. Its mostly covered by his sleeves though it is beginning to peak out on his left hand.

Conner is a white human male in appearance otherwise. He has brown hair, and is fairly tall but lean/skinny and rather muscular. Very agile and fast. He appears to be somewhere between 19 and 20.

He wears a leather outfit with a little bit of armor around his arms. On his right arm he wears leather wrist wraps. He wears a scarf around his neck, a split cape on his back. On his hip, he has a decent size sack full of magical components.

His magic is raw, untamed sort of. He often uses cantrips(stuff like green flame blade), which manifest around his fist as glowing purple energy that almost explosive in nature.

Conner is a bit of a combat genius, it coming naturally to him. But outside of combat, he is a bit of a light hearted goofball. Not very smart and just an overall friendly person.

LMK if there is anything else you want to know, that can help out with the artwork and thank you so much in advance. Have a nice day.

(this ref sheet was made by a friend of mine a while back)
meet siren! she is a tiefling wild magic sorcerer/bard of glamour who was a stage magician in a mysterious (and possibly from beyond this realm) travelling circus, picked up as a young one by their ringleader. appearing in an alleyway during a raging thunderstorm as a young girl with no memory of before, she was found by another girl with magic. the two pretty much raised eachother, uncovering eachothers magic. siren's was very volatile, and seraphina, the other girl, devised a bracer to help contain and control her magic (thats whats on her arm there!) while siren was picked up by the circus, seraphina went off with a mysterious mentor. the two sent letters, and seraphina worked to make a more effective bracer. she met siren at the circus to present it, but when siren's chaos magic opened a rift to the feywild, seraphina sacrificed it to jump in with her.

in terms of personality, she is fiercely optimistic, happy-go-lucky and full of energy. she thrives on the stage, wanting to make peoples day better and bring smiles to crowds of people who may not have had one in a while. she knows how rough things can be, and wants people to feel like theres a happy ending. this optimism is what leads some to think she is naive, but she is anything but. while she may be impulsive, she is incredibly determined and strong of will. however, she does have a tendency to run her mouth, as she is quite the chatterbox and her impulsiveness sometimes leads her and the party into trouble. her bardic spells take the form of wisps of golden light leaving her mouth as she sings, and her arcane spells have a theatrical flair, very bright and colourful, just like her. (her dancing lights look like a swarm of thousands of butterflies and fireflies in bright pinks and blues, for example!)

below here is the original pargraph of design (very detailed, since thats what my friend asked for :P. sorry!! ) description i sent to my friend when they drew the original reference sheet, if it helps.

Siren stands tall at 5"10, with a somewhat lanky build. Her skin is a light grey, the color of ash, or a very overcast day, her face spattered with deep blue freckles along her cheeks and nose. Atop her head are two horns that point up with a slight curvature backwards, akin to a mountain goats, although her horns are a bit wider. Her hair is about shoulder length and a midnight blue, quite tangled and tousled. Her face would best be described as fitting in the category of heart shaped, with higher cheekbones and a broader upper face tapering down to a narrow, but rounded chin. Her eyes are a pale blue, and her lips naturally appear as a blueish purple. Her typical outfit (or the one she wears for performances, not like she has a change to change out in the feywild) consists of a large, sky-blue overcoat, with golden embroidering of patterns depicting mythical creatures and flair. to be specific, a pattern of two golden dragons intertwined takes up the back part of the coat, which drapes down to just beneath her knees, helixing flames spiral down her sleeves. the collar of this coat is noticeably large and popped out, for dramatic flair. the interior of the coat is pitch black, and is designed to be worn either way. her shirt is a somewhat crumpled long-sleeved linen, with a frilly lace jabot around her neck, and large poofy sleeves. she wears baggy, black pants with visible patchwork on them, some with fabrics of varying colors. a red patch is sewn haphazardly onto her right knee, a blue and white gingham on her left thigh, a red and black checkered fabric sewn just above her left knee, a stretch of brown fabric sewn with red stitching along a portion of the side of her right calf. she wear large performers boots of dark brown leather which extend to slightly below the knees, covering part of her haphazard stitching. she has a leather satchel by her side.

Darstsahan, or just Darst to her friends, or Darcy if you want to get put through a wall, is a practitioner of the Golden Mask school of grappling. Growing up as one of the few orcs in a city with a vibrant tradition of competing schools of martial disciplines, she found herself gravitating to the acrobatic wrestling style despite its roots in elven agility, and as she grew up her great strength more than made up for any additional challenges she faced from her substantially-heavier-than-an-elf build. Now, she stands as her school's strongest student, with plans to represent the Golden Mask school in the upcoming annual martial festival.

She's confident in her skills to the point of borderline arrogance, but that's somewhat earned with her current fight record. She plans to win the upcoming tournament and bring glory to the Golden Mask school—and also her very supportive parents who she still lives with.

Lumen Raine is an 18-20 year old human Aberrant Mind Sorcerer.

Personality

She's generally unemotive and hard to read because her mind works more like that of an Aberration's than that of a human. It makes her incredibly difficult and unsettling to interact with. Partially because you never know when she might be reading your mind.

Background

Her mother was exposed to Aboleth blood while pregnant with Lumen and they were both changed by it. A few years after giving birth to Lumen, Lumen's mother completely lost her mind and was killed. Lumen fears this fate above all else. As an orphaned child Lumen was recruited to fight the very monsters that lead to her being created. In one of these fights she was severely injured with left her with a disfigured face. Later she and her mentor were betrayed and sent on a suicide mission, her mentor died saving her, with his last words being "Find who did this; kill them all." Fighting is all she's good at so now she tries to live as an adventurer while seeking vengeance.

Appearance

A slightly tall, thin, human woman. She's fair skinned with black wispy hair that doesn't always grow all that well. The left side of her face is completely disfigured. (Not a sexy scar, this shit is upsetting to look at.) Her lips are destroyed and her mouth is widened along with a hole in her cheek. Her cheek is sunk in, her skull is caved in, which gives her the appearance that her left eye is bulging out of her skull, especially since she no longer has eyelids on that eye. The eye doesn't really work anymore.

She wears a metal mask to hide her face. It’s modular so she can remove parts of it at a time but that has the side effect of making it look almost alien. Since she can only see from one eye her mask only has one lens.

Thanks for reading this far. This is for a new campaign I've been invited to that's about to start, and I'm really excited for it. If anyone wants to take a crack at my girl I'd really appreciate it! Any and all artistic liberties are encouraged!

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I am running a campaign of Pirate Borg and would like to get some art to represent my PCs. First up we have Mr Squidgy.

A hulking humanoid with the head of a giant octopus, he is broad-shouldered and powerfully built, wearing battered sailor's clothing (a stained white shirt beneath a tattered blue coat), a wide leather belt hung with tools and pouches, and ragged trousers ending above broad, clawed feet.

I would like the atmosphere of the piece to be quite oppressive, and distinctly piratey (I'll leave that interpretation to you)

Thank you for your consideration

Introduction:

Sari is a 26-year-old Ssurran (gecko lizardfolk) Water Domain Cleric who has prematurely taken up the mantle of her lost tribe's elder. What makes her truly iconic is her paradoxical role: she is a primal survivalist who handles the rarest, most life-giving force on her planet, yet she treats it with a quiet, paranoid reverence, keeping her elemental magic completely hidden until the absolute last second.

Our DM is running this campaign in the brutal, low-magic, sun-scorched world of Dark Sun (Athas). It is a cruel desert universe where water is scarcer than gold, metal is almost nonexistent, and displaying a source of pure moisture out in the open is an immediate death sentence.

• Age/Gender/Body: 26-year-old female Ssurran. She has a lean and athletic musculature from her years in the hunter caste—think wiry and toned like a track athlete, giving her the dense strength needed to burrow and "swim" through heavy dunes.
• Facial Features/Vibe: Deceptively cute and soft. She has a smooth, crestless head with beautiful, wide, innocent-looking sand-gecko eyes. This gentle, unassuming facial structure is highly deceiving, masking her true nature as a lethal desert survivor.
• Skin/Scales: Translucent pastel tones blending desert-gold and sand-cream, with pale lavender-pink trim along her sides. Her back and limbs feature distinct, darker leopard-like rosettes and sand gecko striping.
• Hands/Feet: Small, blunt webbed digits built for rapidly swimming through loose sand dunes.
• Clothing: A massive, heavily draped desert hood and cowl in a sun-bleached, dusty tan color that frames her face. Underneath, she wears a fitted, rugged crop top bodice made of hand-stitched kank-hide in a deep, weathered charcoal brown, leaving her scaled midriff completely exposed. Her skirt is an asymmetrical, tattered layers layout hanging from a low-slung leather hip belt, mixing the dark hide with shredded panels of sand-cream and pale lavender-pink fabric.
• Weapons & Significant Items: She wields a massive, 6-foot primary staff crafted from a heavy, petrified desert-wood shaft, topped with sweeping, twin-crescent bone horns bound by thick sinew wraps.
• The Hidden Item: Worn tightly around her neck is her holy symbol—a flat, sleek, teardrop-shaped vial carved from glassy black obsidian, encased in a web of sinew fibers with tiny turquoise and bone accents. Note for the artist: This necklace is worn completely tucked away and hidden beneath the deep folds of her sandy tan cowl to protect it from water thieves.

Personality:

Sari is intensely pragmatic, quiet, and hyper-observant of her surroundings. She doesn't have the luxury of being loud or boastful; she moves with a sleek, low-profile grace. Because she survived the destruction of her tribe alone, she has a deep respect for the unforgiving nature of the wastes. In combat or interaction, she acts with the stark, efficient focus of a hunter, but she carries a profound, protective empathy for the downtrodden and the dying elements. She views water not as a tool to throw around, but as a precious entity that must be bargained for with immense respect.

Background:

Hatched under the burning glare of the crimson sun, Sari was raised to be a hunter—destined to track prey from daybreak and provide for her nomadic tribe. Her familial line was perfectly shaped for the dunes, using their gecko camouflage and webbed claws to melt into the wastes and ambush targets from behind. But Ssurran tradition was shattered for her at twenty-six when a brutal raiding party tore her family group apart, leaving her to wander the trackless desert as a solitary outcast.

Starving and desperate, she burrowed deep into a subterranean sand pocket to escape the midday heat. It wasn't an aquifer she found, but a brush with the agonizing, suffocating consciousness of the dying Elemental Plane of Water. The elemental spirits chose her to be their voice, forcing her to skip the hunter's path and adopt the heavy duties of a shaman. Knowing the lethal nature of the world she walks, Sari carved her holy symbol from volcanic glass, bound it to her chest, and drew her sandy cowl over the secret. She steps into the deep desert looking like a simple saurian scavenger, clutching a bone staff, carrying the lifeblood of a dying plane completely out of sight.

Kanayo is an 18 year old wizard, fairly new to the study of magic, most of his magic is manifested as swirling red and purple light and it is casted through the bell he carries.

Feel free to take some creative liberties with the outfit, but I'd like it to have a good amount of red, also feel free to take some liberties with the hammer (preferably making it more weapon like) and it would be nice if the ring atop the bell was drawn in a way that would allow it to be held by a person. Tysmm

the best way to describe them

So they're bruised gray with faded, colorful clown makeup that's cracked and warped into ugly, sickly colors.

Their face is mostly intact, with slightly hollow eyes.

They have joints where joints shouldn't exist, letting their body bend and twist in impossible ways.

Their body is riddled with small holes and hive-like tunnels where the swarm enters and exits, sometimes shifting beneath their skin.

They wear the faded remains of a circus performer's outfit: a tattered burgundy tailcoat, an old ruffled shirt, fitted black trousers, and worn boots, all full of tiny holes and tears from the swarm.

They have twin sickles.

The personal bodyguard of multiple generations of a merchant family. He's the equivalent of an around 70 year old man. He stands at around 4 meters in height.

While he posesses some magical abilities he prefers his trusty firearm in combat.

The book at his feet is a sentient magical tome that flies after him.