Post by Fleshwarper Sariss on Sept 12, 2015 6:05:33 GMT -8
Character Name: Fleshwarper Sariss
Plane of Origin: Alara, Esper Shard
Age: Impossible to tell, looks around humanoid mid 30s.
Gender: Androgynous in appearance
Race: Vedalken Ethersworn
Color Identity: Primary ~
Secondary ~ 
Specialization: Artificer - Affinity Ramp
Favorite Spell: Gather Specimens
Favorite Creature: Master of Etherium
Favored Weapon: Quietus Spike
Physical Appearance: The being before you is tall and slender, with a dark robin's egg blue flesh. Well, at least where their flesh is visible. Devoid of hair anywhere on their body, their eyes are pupilless and with a soft glow. A cream white halter binds the upper part of their chest but no breasts appear to push it out. In the middle between that bind and the long flowing skirt that wraps their lower half is a whirling set of glowing black metal and orbs of energy. Their right arm is similiarly augmented, starting with flesh at the shoulder, then enchanted glowing black metal threads, then flesh at the hand. Overrun with sigils at both ends to keep them connected.
From the back of their head is a small set of cables that drape down almost as hair save their alien appearance. The being has an armwrap with flowing cloth on their left still-living forearm. On their waist is a belt full of tools and reagents and a thick book with glowing blue runes upon it. The right side of the belt carries a dangerous looking black spike that appears to have runes and sigils carved into it, made of the same black material their body has.
The being moves silently on bare feet, the only sound the swish of their decorated skirt. They appear to carry themselves with a pompous, arrogant grace and stature as they move. Analyzing everything that crosses their sight, they are constantly observing their surroundings the one might look at folk entering a tea house over their cups. Their voice is echoing and mechanical and genderless when they do talk, appearing to have few words to say when engaged.
Biography: Born or created, it was impossible to tell which. In one of the deep aethenaums on Esper, the being known as Sariss just... was. Raised as an apprentice to the ethersworn mages and taught that flesh was a weakness, the being dedicated her innate magickal talents to furthering the cause of improving the condition of life in Alara, at least as far as the Ethersworn saw it. Life was much the same, come out of stasis, work on themselves, contribute to the communal bank of knowledge as much as possible, consume energy if needed in the form of food, continue working, return to stasis. It was formulaic, predictable and ordinary.
What wasn't ordinary was a day when they had the inner sanctum to themselves. Finding themselves alone, they decided to go into the higher level of knowledge reserved for the archmages and the folk not the apprentice they were. What followed was a tear that rent their flesh from their arm and belly, pulling metal into their skin and nearly killing them. What ended was them waking upon a strange world, belching black smoke and ooze into the air and water.
Sariss was rightly terrified as voices echoed in their head, large, hivelike beings calling to her along the same lines the Esper mages were thinking, but taking it to a corrupting extreme. Eventually she found her way back but with knowledge of these strange beings and the eternal drive to rejoin with them eventually. Deciding her talents would be wasted upon this single fragment of existence, she gathered her meager possessions and left in search of greater knowledge to improve the mortal condition.
Plane of Origin: Alara, Esper Shard
Age: Impossible to tell, looks around humanoid mid 30s.
Gender: Androgynous in appearance
Race: Vedalken Ethersworn
Color Identity: Primary ~
Secondary ~ 
Specialization: Artificer - Affinity Ramp
Favorite Spell: Gather Specimens
Favorite Creature: Master of Etherium
Favored Weapon: Quietus Spike
Physical Appearance: The being before you is tall and slender, with a dark robin's egg blue flesh. Well, at least where their flesh is visible. Devoid of hair anywhere on their body, their eyes are pupilless and with a soft glow. A cream white halter binds the upper part of their chest but no breasts appear to push it out. In the middle between that bind and the long flowing skirt that wraps their lower half is a whirling set of glowing black metal and orbs of energy. Their right arm is similiarly augmented, starting with flesh at the shoulder, then enchanted glowing black metal threads, then flesh at the hand. Overrun with sigils at both ends to keep them connected.
From the back of their head is a small set of cables that drape down almost as hair save their alien appearance. The being has an armwrap with flowing cloth on their left still-living forearm. On their waist is a belt full of tools and reagents and a thick book with glowing blue runes upon it. The right side of the belt carries a dangerous looking black spike that appears to have runes and sigils carved into it, made of the same black material their body has.
The being moves silently on bare feet, the only sound the swish of their decorated skirt. They appear to carry themselves with a pompous, arrogant grace and stature as they move. Analyzing everything that crosses their sight, they are constantly observing their surroundings the one might look at folk entering a tea house over their cups. Their voice is echoing and mechanical and genderless when they do talk, appearing to have few words to say when engaged.
Biography: Born or created, it was impossible to tell which. In one of the deep aethenaums on Esper, the being known as Sariss just... was. Raised as an apprentice to the ethersworn mages and taught that flesh was a weakness, the being dedicated her innate magickal talents to furthering the cause of improving the condition of life in Alara, at least as far as the Ethersworn saw it. Life was much the same, come out of stasis, work on themselves, contribute to the communal bank of knowledge as much as possible, consume energy if needed in the form of food, continue working, return to stasis. It was formulaic, predictable and ordinary.
What wasn't ordinary was a day when they had the inner sanctum to themselves. Finding themselves alone, they decided to go into the higher level of knowledge reserved for the archmages and the folk not the apprentice they were. What followed was a tear that rent their flesh from their arm and belly, pulling metal into their skin and nearly killing them. What ended was them waking upon a strange world, belching black smoke and ooze into the air and water.
Sariss was rightly terrified as voices echoed in their head, large, hivelike beings calling to her along the same lines the Esper mages were thinking, but taking it to a corrupting extreme. Eventually she found her way back but with knowledge of these strange beings and the eternal drive to rejoin with them eventually. Deciding her talents would be wasted upon this single fragment of existence, she gathered her meager possessions and left in search of greater knowledge to improve the mortal condition.
