Keresis:
She is a radiant immortal of a lithe, majestic physique, Her ebon, fathomless
gaze flickering with implacable cruelty. Her supple, crimson skin highlights
the subtle artistry of Her elegant figure, the rouge blush of Her form waxing
bloody red across Her curves and waning softly into the shadowed hollows of Her
throat. Coiled into an intricate, severe arrangement at Her crown, onyx tresses
glimmer coldly, their shining strands an austere adornment to Her fierce
magnificence, and Her glossy, pomegranate lips frequently quirk into a proud
sneer. Several jet-black locks writhe free from their strict confines to flare
and flow about Her slender shoulders, slithering unfettered against Her lean
arms as though caught in a constant breeze. From Her delicate, obsidian-tipped
fingers, to Her graceful legs, Her every movement and motion is a masterful
study in perfectly disciplined control. She is wearing an onyx-studded armband
in the shape of a coiled serpent, an onyx anklet with a platinum crow charm, a
satin-lined, hooded obsidian cloak, a platinum uroboros anklet, a pair of
etched platinum bracers, a pendant of victory over the Zarathustran eagle, a
bronze medallion depicting a ransacked monastery, a platinum torque which
clasps an amethyst flame, sleeveless sable-hemmed ivory robes, and a glossy
pair of crow's wings.

Shaitan:
He is a radiant immortal and is massive, easily twice the height of an average
man and with the girth to match. Though bare-chested, His hardened skin appears
as impenetrable as any armour, stained a deep red with the strange, glistening
smoothness of a healed-over scar. Ropes of sinew twine around His muscular
arms. Two stout horns protrude above His brow, curving out, then upwards for
several feet before terminating in wicked points. Beneath the horns, pitiless
black orbs serve for eyes, the flames of Hell flickering within their depths.
His craggy features carry a touch of the bestial. He is wearing midnight-black
leather breeches, and bloodsteel leg greaves.

Selene:
She is a radiant immortal. She is dressed from head to toe in many layers of
sheer silks. Her tall form is indistinct, yet obviously very shapely beneath
the soft material that clothes Her. Most of Her face is covered by a delicate
veil, revealing nothing of Her mouth or cheeks. One unruly coppery lock has
found its way out to brush tenderly against Her cheek as though even it were
afraid to mar Her flesh with its simple touch. Her eyes show above the silken
veil, an intense and intoxicating shade of emerald and unfathomable in their
depths, such a remarkable contrast to the near porcelain whiteness of Her
flawless skin. She is wearing the Veil of Secrets, an ivory quiver of webs, a
silver snowflake necklace, a shroud of silken veils, a clear crystal pendant,
and a frosted glass rose.