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A Skeleton With Knights Armor And A One Handle Scythe

Hellish eternian illrigger female

Hellish eternian illrigger female

Hellish eternian illrigger female

Hellish eternian illrigger female

Space romans

Space romans

Charizard v star

Charizard v star

Gritty modern gladiator

Gritty modern gladiator

Warrior of truth

Warrior of truth

Raven birdman rouge

Raven birdman rouge

Goliath barbarian female blonde

Goliath barbarian female blonde

Futuristic soldier

Futuristic soldier

Futuristic centurion, black

Futuristic centurion, black

Sexy women

Sexy women

Devil horns long black hair green eyes reddish brown skin pointy ears a lot of ear piercings a nose piercing hour glass body big tits badass dnd character the sorcerer, and the warlock

Devil horns long black hair green eyes reddish brown skin pointy ears a lot of ear piercings a nose piercing hour glass ...

Realistic CGI black-and-white-blue-and-red picture of man you can barely see with facial hair and rugged up clothes, writing in the dark in a rundown cabin with broken windows with shades of glass dust and spiderwebs everywhere. In the background, a brick fireplace with a fire going and on pot of food on the fire. Blood stains on the floor and walls and the walls have bullet holes. You can see through the one shard window full blue moon and Outside there is a nasty ice storm/blizzard taking place and zombies running around.

Realistic CGI black-and-white-blue-and-red picture of man you can barely see with facial hair and rugged up clothes, wri...

The Power Rangers of enlightenment

The Power Rangers of enlightenment

Realistic CGI black-and-white-blue-and-red picture of man you can barely see with facial hair and rugged up clothes, writing in the dark in a rundown cabin with broken windows with shades of glass dust and spiderwebs everywhere. In the background, a brick fireplace with a fire going and on pot of food on the fire. Blood stains on the floor and walls and the walls have bullet holes. You can see through the one shard window full blue moon and Outside there is a nasty ice storm/blizzard taking place and zombies running around.

Realistic CGI black-and-white-blue-and-red picture of man you can barely see with facial hair and rugged up clothes, wri...

Realistic CGI black-and-white-blue-and-red picture of man you can barely see with facial hair and rugged up clothes, writing in the dark in a rundown cabin with broken windows with shades of glass dust and spiderwebs everywhere. In the background, a brick fireplace with a fire going and on pot of food on the fire. Blood stains on the floor and walls and the walls have bullet holes. You can see through the one shard window full blue moon and Outside there is a nasty ice storm/blizzard taking place and zombies running around.

Realistic CGI black-and-white-blue-and-red picture of man you can barely see with facial hair and rugged up clothes, wri...

Make gnome barbarian, wielding sickle and hammer

Make gnome barbarian, wielding sickle and hammer

Lumbering human rogue

Lumbering human rogue

space pirate hippo

space pirate hippo

Eternal Dragon Lords

Eternal Dragon Lords

Tiefling with Dark brown horns that curl around ears to back of head with metal rings around horns, long dark green hair with small braids throughout hair wrapped in wire, amber eyes, scar below bottom lip, olive skin with tattoos on left arm left leg back and neck, shapely muscular body dressed in leather with a small green crystal pendant with a long strong tail

Tiefling with Dark brown horns that curl around ears to back of head with metal rings around horns, long dark green hair...

A semi-realistic digital painting of a female human druid in her early 30s. She has a calm but sharp gaze, with long, straight hair in a windswept style, colored a pale greyish white. Some of her hair is tied into small braids, each decorated with dried flowers, tiny bones, or healing herbs. Her skin is pale white, and her eyes are a soft white to off-white tone, constantly observing her surroundings with analytical precision. She wears earth-toned, loose yet functional druidic robes, subtly reinforced with hidden armor beneath—because people can be as dangerous as nature. Around her waist hang small pouches containing trade goods, and natural charms or talismans. She wears several ancient rings from old druidic rituals on her fingers. Her posture is graceful, yet it’s clear she has spent many years surviving in the wilds. The background is forested or nature-based, with a mystical medieval fantasy atmosphere. The color palette is natural and grounded, with magical yet realistic tones. She looks focused, wise, and experienced.

A semi-realistic digital painting of a female human druid in her early 30s. She has a calm but sharp gaze, with long, st...

Realistic CGI black-and-white-blue-and-red picture of man you can barely see with facial hair and rugged up clothes, writing in the dark in a rundown cabin with broken windows with shades of glass dust and spiderwebs everywhere. In the background, a brick fireplace with a fire going and on pot of food on the fire. Blood stains on the floor and walls and the walls have bullet holes. You can see through the one shard window full blue moon and Outside there is a nasty ice storm/blizzard taking place and zombies running around.

Realistic CGI black-and-white-blue-and-red picture of man you can barely see with facial hair and rugged up clothes, wri...

Realistic CGI black-and-white-blue-and-red picture of man you can barely see with facial hair and rugged up clothes, writing at a desk in the dark in a rundown cabin on the desk are guns with broken windows with shades of glass dust and spiderwebs everywhere. In the background, a brick fireplace with a fire going and on pot of food on the fire. Blood stains on the floor and walls and the walls have bullet holes. You can see through the one shard window full blue moon and Outside there is a nasty ice storm/blizzard taking place and zombies running around.

Realistic CGI black-and-white-blue-and-red picture of man you can barely see with facial hair and rugged up clothes, wri...

Human man hunting dragons

Human man hunting dragons

Masked Female red ranger

Masked Female red ranger

Christine ‘Mrs. Claus’ Kringle, custom lineage, third level light cleric, for a one shot where Santa was murdered on Christmas Eve. Christine is a warm, matronly figure with a twinkle in her eyes that reflects her jolly spirit. She has snow-white hair, styled into a neat bun tied with a vibrant red ribbon, and rosy cheeks. Her attire consists of a long red gown adorned with white fur trim, topped with an oversized belt that holds her assortment of magical tools and supplies, plus a cozy red cape that adds to her festive vibe. She has a snowflake pendant. She has a large candy cane for spell casting. She’s in the snow casting a spell.

Christine ‘Mrs. Claus’ Kringle, custom lineage, third level light cleric, for a one shot where Santa was murdered on Chr...

Build: Slender, almost delicate in frame, with long limbs and an academic’s grace. He’s never been physically imposing, but there’s a quiet resilience to him now—like someone who’s been broken, but got back up anyway. • Skin: Pale, almost porcelain, touched faintly by sun now that he travels. Bruises show easily. Veil exposure has added a subtle, silver-laced undertone to his skin around the collarbone and temples—not enough to draw alarm, but enough to make him seem… touched. • Hair: Silvery-blond, fine, and shoulder-length. Often tied back in a half-knot when casting or traveling. Strands escape frequently and frame his face, giving him a permanently wind-swept, distracted scholar look. • Eyes: Icy blue—intelligent, observant, and often reflective. Since Velrath, there’s a faint luminous shimmer in low light, like moonlight caught in glass. • Face: Sharp-boned and elegant, though thinner than his siblings. He has a soft mouth that rarely frowns fully—more often tightens in restraint. His expressions are subtle, but telling once you know him. • Hands: Ink-stained fingers and calloused from scrollwork, spellwork, and recently, weapon training. He fidgets with his sleeves when nervous. When focused, they are still and deadly precise. ⸻ Clothing & Gear • Clothing: A layered robe-and-coat ensemble, practical but refined. His robe is deep midnight blue, accented with fine silver embroidery—once too pristine, now worn in places. Over it, a traveler’s coat, lightly enchanted and weather-worn. • Accessories: • Pendant of Dreambinding—always visible at his throat

Build: Slender, almost delicate in frame, with long limbs and an academic’s grace. He’s never been physically imposing, ...

Manga

Manga

Technomancer, Roman inspired

Technomancer, Roman inspired

Female red ranger

Female red ranger

**Character Appearance: Bev Thornsky** Bev Thornsky stands at an unassuming 3 feet tall, showcasing the traditional stature of a halfling. Despite her nearly 100 years, she carries herself with a sprightly confidence that belies her age. Her once golden blonde hair, now touched with soft streaks of silver, is gathered into two braided pigtails that bounce lightly down to her shoulders, giving her an impression of vibrancy like a youthful matron. Dotting her warm, weathered face are the traces of laughter lines around her bright, hazel eyes, which twinkle with both mischief and a maternal warmth. Her cheeks are slightly rounded, and often dusted with flour—a remnant of her baking hobby and a hint of the savory pastries she adores whipping up in her spacious but lonely kitchen. Bev's attire reflects her dual life as a loving mother and a cunning rogue. She wears a tailored, deep burgundy vest that fastens at her waist with silver clasps, adorned with intricate, embroidered floral patterns that speak to her affection for beauty. Beneath, she sports a flowing white blouse with puffed sleeves, the top button oftentimes undone for a casual, approachable look. Her trousers are practical yet surprisingly stylish—dark brown, fitted linen that allows for ease of movement as she darts around town on her clandestine deliveries. A well-worn but chic pair of black leather boots peep out from her hems, scuffed evidence of her adventurous nights and stealthy escapades. On her right wrist, she wears a charm bracelet nearly jingling with small tokens, including a miniature rolling pin, a captured feather from a recent endeavor, and a tiny, engraved heart—reminders of her family and every small heist that brings her a thrill. Nestled into her vest pocket is her lockpicking set, expertly crafted and a holdover from her heists. A small satchel often hangs at her side, with her beloved baker's tools, some treats for her sons, and a few less-than-legal contraband tucked carefully within—safe from prying eyes yet ready for business whenever the moment calls for it. The air around Bev often carries the rich scent of freshly baked goods mixed with a hint of mischief, embodying the duality of a nurturing mother and a shrewd rogue who knows how to attract attention for the right purposes... or slip silently away into the night. She has black hair in a stylish bob ### Outfit for Bev Thornsky, the Halfling Rogue **General Aesthetic**: Bev Thornsky is a mix of homely warmth and cunning trickery, reflecting her dual life as a doting mother and a resourceful rogue. Her attire should be practical yet stylish enough to fit her colorful personality. #### Clothing Components: 1. **Dress**: - An ankle-length, dark green farmer's dress with a full skirt, which allows her to easily move and hide items among its folds. The fabric is durable, made for a lady who’s spent years on the farm, and has pockets secretly stitched into the sides. 2. **Vest**: - A vibrant, embroidered waistcoat in deep red or royal purple, adorned with intricate patterns featuring motifs of wheat or hearth symbols. It fits snugly, enhancing her motherly figure while providing ample room for concealed pouches. The vest has matching red buttons made from polished wood that gleam against the fabric. 3. **Apron**: - A practical, apron-tied waist with pockets that she uses for baking; the pockets now also hide a few smaller, delicate smuggled items – a loaf of bread next to a wrapped piece of contraband. The apron has faded red and white checkered patterns, hinting at her culinary roots. 4. **Accessories**: - A light kerchief tied around her neck, pretty yet practical for wiping her hands or threats (it’s colorful patterned—the hallmark of a sly rogue). - Leather gloves that filter into a set of charms along the wrist, whispering tales of previous heists and escape routes from watchful eyes. 5. **Footwear**: - Sturdy, soft leather boots that reach mid-calf, perfect for padding along cobbled streets, with inner soles that muffle her steps. They are practical for running and durable for farming duties, so one never suspects her. 6. **Hat**: - A charming, wide-brimmed sun hat with decorative ribbons that match the colors of her vest. It not only offers protection from the sun while working outdoors but also gives her the ability to swoop it down and disguise herself when delivering goods. 7. **Jewelry**: - A simple but distinctive brooch shaped like a loaf of bread, a sweet nod to her baking hobby, nestled on her vest. - A few intricate rings, each representing a son’s birth month, evoking her love for her family. They perhaps hold subtle magical properties to assist her thieving endeavors, boosting her luck once a day. #### Overall Vibe: Bev’s attire should evoke a sense of charm, warmth, and mischief, showcasing her roots as a mother and baker while also allowing her the stealth and grace of a rogue. Her outfit represents her internal struggle—somewhat traditional yet outwardly rebellious—celebrating her smuggler lifestyle balanced with nostalgic loyalty to her past as a homely, law-abiding farmer’s wife.

**Character Appearance: Bev Thornsky** Bev Thornsky stands at an unassuming 3 feet tall, showcasing the traditional sta...

Christine ‘Mrs. Claus’ Kringle, custom lineage, third level light cleric, for a one shot where Santa was murdered on Christmas Eve. Christine is a warm, matronly figure with a twinkle in her eyes that reflects her jolly spirit. She has snow-white hair, styled into a neat bun tied with a vibrant red ribbon, and rosy cheeks. Her attire consists of a long red gown adorned with white fur trim, topped with an oversized belt that holds her assortment of magical tools and supplies, plus a cozy red cape that adds to her festive vibe. She has a snowflake pendant. She has a large candy cane for spell casting. She’s in the snow casting a spell. She a badass

Christine ‘Mrs. Claus’ Kringle, custom lineage, third level light cleric, for a one shot where Santa was murdered on Chr...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...