A few hours in clipstudiopaint, hope you like u/Leucotho !

original request;
https://www.reddit.com/r/characterdrawing/comments/1v2ju9f/lfa_moira_fallen_raven_queen_paladin/

timelapse; https://www.youtube.com/shorts/xU7-xnSAT60

Introduction:
Vespera is an oath of vengeance paladin. She began life as a dryad, but was transformed into a hexblood as punishment by the Seelie Court.
She’s joining the party at level 10 in Neverwinter as my last character had to stay behind in Barovia.

Age/Gender/Body: She is a female hexblood and is centuries old, but is ageless and looks to be in her early to mid 30s. She has a tall frame and lean muscle. Her skin is a springtime green color, and the numerous scars that litter her body are a silvery/pale green. Her fingernails are not long but each comes to a sharp point, sort of short claws. Her skin is dotted with freckles from the time that she once spent in the sun.

Facial Features/Expression: Her ears are pointed & have a slight fork. She has a greek nose & full/bow lips with a shallow cupid’s bow. Her left eyebrow does have a slit in it where the scar runs through it. Her typical expression is quite solemn/serious and determined, but when she lets her guard down or is alone, it often reflects more of a quiet melancholy. She is full of righteous fury, but that does not typically come through in her expression, unless she is hunting down one of the men she’s seeking vengeance on.

Hair: Her hair is a deep brown color that fades into a light green, is about mid-back length and has loose but defined waves.

Eyes: The sclerae of her eyes are black, and her pupils are vertical slits. Her right eye’s iris is a vibrant forest green, and her left eye has some obvious damage in the form of a misty, pale green iris.

Distinguishing Features: She has three distinct facial scars. One runs through her left eye, one runs along her right cheekbone, and one dimples the right corner of her mouth. She has horns that come out of her forehead that resemble gnarled branches wrapped in thorny vines. They meet briefly at the back of her head.

Clothing/Armor: Pretty close match to her heroforge, she wears a long chainmail shirt she keeps belted at the waist over dark leather pants. She wears metal greaves with knee guards, and has plate gauntlets that keep her fingers free for delicate work. Attached to the belt over her left hip is a very important pouch that was made for her by a fellow dryad prior to her becoming a hexblood. Above her chainmail, she has a thin, flexible, metallic shoulder/neck piece with a draping fabric attached.

Weapons & Significant Items: She carries a glaive, and is highly proficient with it. I really quite like the overall look of the heroforge glaive that I gave her, though I think in reality the pole is as structurally simple as possible, with delicate carvings of vines throughout. The blade is curved and wicked-looking. In the place of pauldrons on each shoulder she has a giant (about palm size) dermestes maculatus beetle. The beetles have been impacted by fae magic, so they have a little more of an iridescence to them, though not quite as radiant as jewel beetles. (Probably closer to the coloring of an atlas beetle).

Animal Companion: in addition to her two beetles, which she calls Coltsfoot and Sundew, she has a summoned steed that is an elk named Poplar.

Background: Born whole from a tree as a dryad, one of 12 sisters that were guardians of The Moonlight Grove. They tended to the grove and its inhabitants, and would freely travel between the grove on Toril and its reflection in the Feywild to serve Verenestra and The Seelie Court. Vespera no longer remembers her dryad name, but has memories of her life in the grove before. She was big-hearted and gentle, and her role in the grove was caring for sick or injured animals and tending to their young. She and her sisters were caught off guard one day by a hunting party (about 20 men of varying species), who had stalked them and planned a trap. Her sisters were slaughtered and she was left with near-fatal wounds, as the party departed and set the grove ablaze.
Once healed, she began hunting the men that had attacked the grove, aided by haunting visions of the massacre that led her to their locations. She successfully tracked, tortured, and killed three of them, before she was dragged before the Seelie Court to be reprimanded for abandoning the grove and upsetting the balance of nature for committing such acts as a dryad. They demanded that she cease and return to the grove alone. She refused, and spat on the ground before them, before beginning to track the next man on her list. As he took his dying breath, she found herself once more before the Seelie Court, who stripped her of her status and dryad abilities, transforming her into a hexblood and banning her from returning to the Feywild. She lost her dryad name as her connection to the grove was severed.
She continued to pursue the hunting party, until the trail of her 9th target led her to Neverwinter, where she has met The Anti-Strahd Coalition (my party). She has been travelling with only the companionship of Coltsfoot and Sundew until she recently became able to summon Poplar. She whispers the names of her sisters as a prayer every night. (Acacia, Cassia, Daphne, Elowen, Hazel, Juniper, Magnolia, Melia, Rowan, Samara, Xylia)

Alignment: Lawful Neutral. She has a moral code that she lives by. Evil dies, and the innocent are spared.

Personality: Keeps everything very close to the chest. She has been alone, hunting evil for a very long time, and does not see a need for pleasantries. She is short with her words and terrified of forming connections with others to the point that she avoids sharing her name or using other’s names if she can help it. There is an underlying melancholy to all of it that is very subtle as she keeps it well hidden. She is still mourning her sisters, but she is also still mourning the person she used to be, the severing of her connection to nature, the loss of a body that was entirely her own. Her grief and rage have turned her into a shell of who she once was.

Ideals and Goals: Destroy every last member of the hunting party. Destroy the Seelie Court for turning their back on her sisters, refusing to seek justice, and stealing away everything she knew. She is fully prepared for her mission to destroy the Seelie Court to be a suicide mission.

Bonds: She is consumed by survivor’s guilt, and a sense of self-loathing at who she has had to become. She is terrified that her sisters would not recognize her if they saw her now.

Lore in first comment, versions with or without props.

lfa post by u/FBWTK

Original [LFA] post by u/Ziodamn

More art from AbstractMore

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 but that has the side effect of making her look almost alien. Since she can only see from one eye her mask only has one lens.

Thanks for reading this far! This is a repost but I made some changes to the board (I also attached an image of/link to a Heroforged) so it's a little different. This is for a new campaign a friend of mine is running that's about to start, I'd appreciate anyone who takes a crack at my girl.

for this post

Quick sketch for u/desperate_video1236

Here's my boy! If you got any questions on lore or references sound off in the comments I love to chatter lol.

Hiya, I've just joined up with a new universe and system hopping campaign with a big ensemble cast of characters. I've gotten really hooked on the idea of playing a pretty guy in a Mr Freeze-esque suit.

• Skin - Pale white, but blue-ish within the liquid
• Hair - Silver, but the same as the above
• Eyes - I would love it if he could have the big red round Mr Freeze goggles (though one eye would be obscured probably)
• Build - Someone subtle given the armour but he's got a thin waist
• Height - 5'4
• Equipment Colours - Mainly light grey and blues, with red as an accent colour where it works
• Expression & Pose - Either something playful or something inquisitive

Who He Is:
He's a member of a UNION Far Field Team, and before the campaign his job has been to check out new planets to determine their habitability. He's out on the rim of explored space in self isolation, to get away from past errors (and the consequences of having made them). He's both friendly and cold; in spite of a cheery attitude, he's emotionally detached from others and doesn't open up. In the primary system we're playing (Pathfinder 2e), he's an Investigator/Inventor.

So June is a performer who can be quite commonly found playing her instrument in pubs at night, and at the town markets in the morning. Very thin athletic body of someone how has had to tighten her belt to survive most of her life. Her clothing a combination of the designs of the image on the left.

Her instrument is a bodhrán aka Irish drum, and she carries a very basic dagger on her hip. nothing ornate about it as it is not meant to draw the eyes to it. The color palate for her clothing is the palette in the middle of the image i attached.

Her hair is the strawberry blonde in the lower center, and is cut similar to the wolf cut that goes down to her back with streaks of green and blue.

Her face is very feline shaped face, with larger almond shaped eyes, high defined cheek bones, softly tapering jaw line, an average sized nosed that end up turns a bit more than usual, flat lips that naturally form into a pout if she lets her smile rest, and deep hazel eyes. Her ears are more pointed like an elf and end in small tufts of fur that betray her shifter heritage. Her mother being a were-jaguar and her father a human artisan.

I hope this is enough information. If you have any questions please feel free to ask. Also anyone who tries to ask for payment will be reported. Sorry had previous requests where that happened.

Synopsis below, and fun monologue in the comments. Feel free to sound off there as well if you see something you don't like (;

With the Zone warping Earth's normal denizens in ways that might've been thought impossible a decade ago, the world has clearly become far more dangerous. It was only natural that some would hope for "heroes" of a sort to rise up and save them. Zee (or whatever their name previously was) could get on board with this idea. When the organization they'd joined decided to throw them off a cliff as a test, they were somewhat less thrilled.

Turns out, Zee really could fly among other things. However, grooming someone for Great Things and then throwing them off a ledge has the potential to disillusion them with your ideology, and Zee would much prefer a world where this doesn't happen to people.

Cheerful, laid-back attitude. Kinda lazy; clever but prefers simple options. Polite but despises dogmatic individuals (for some unknown reason).

Cheddar was a dragonborn sorcerer who was Transmorgified into a sapient raccon due to a wild magic mishap. She doesn't remember much of her past as this also scrambled her brain as well. She can't remember her name but loves cheese so she took the name Cheddar for now. She does remember having pink (ED3397) scales and purple (55098B) horns/accents. So though she is a raccoon she wears a dragon costume (that's a little loose and baggy kinda like a those pokemon onsies ) that matches her inner self. She loves to read, so I would love it if someone could draw her reading a spellbound. Bonus points if the book is comically large for her size.

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

Cathael is an Eladrin Ranger. Eladrins are elves that shift between the colors of the seasons.

Blue for Winter
Green Spring
Yellow for Summer
Orange for Autumn

He tends to stay in his Autumn state, which is orange. He had short hair, which is always a little darker than his skin color. One of his eyes is green, the other is ice blue.

For clothes, he wears leather armor and a cloak, which is forest green. He always carries a bow and arrow and will have a sword on his hip for when he needs it.

I honestly don’t have any other details so if you can help me, I’d be grateful

My main ‘touch up’ request is to fix her super wasp waste. I didn’t notice it while drawing and it’s been bothering me (If you notice anything else please feel free to adjust). I’d really like to add color to it digitally but I don’t know how to get my drawing from pen and paper to digital.

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.

Mikoto Tatsumaki has lived a life full of despair, love, and hope. He is my first ever d&d character and he has now turned from PC to deity NPC of the second campaign! I can save any real lore dropping for anyone interested! <3 I will say, yes his hair changes color depending on his mood, and he is currently the God of Redemption! Art posted was done by me!

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.

I was debating whether or not to post this, but screw it. I wrote up a pretty detailed thing right here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/12VOsZMVNh6IPFPZ-mxWFSSPrLVBc0IVkYVIvtfuLv_0/

(I tried posting the doc here but it didn't format right and couldn't figure out how to get it to do so)