Here are a few of my descs that were rewarded with dragons (please ignore the problems with spaces!):
Elf:
A waggish rogue of a man is here. From the pointed ears, almond eyes, and ethereal countenance this one is definitely some kind of an elf. His eyes are hazel, a myriad of light and dark colors that shift slightly depending on the lighting. The hair is dark yet not quite black. It is cut haphazardly short and is somewhat matted as if it had been pressed down by something. His features are chiseled and angular, as are most elves. Despite these somewhat upscale trademarks, he has an uncannily mischievous look about him. This might be due to the amount of light grub on his body and overall dirty appearance combined with a relaxed pose and easy smile. The odd assortment of items strapped to his body continues on to mark him as anything but classy. Small bags, an over-abundance of straps, mismatched pieces of cloth and light armor are just a few of the things precariously attached to this man. He even has strange, wire-thin pieces of some kind of metal popping out from beneath his sleeves. Beneath it all, there are probably some more dangerous tools hidden. He certainly looks unscrupulous for an elf, if not altogether amiable.
Fire Giant:
This beast of a man towers a full three and a half meters high. The
charcoal skin and immense size reveal that this beast is probably some kind
of fire giant. Despite his obvious heritage, this giant has the countenance
of a trained and disciplined soldier. Sprawled over his monstrous back is a
scarlet cloak that may have been at one time quite magnificent. The
heraldry on it is unfamiliar, probably some obscure clan's symbol. These
days, it is marred with grub and stained with blood, not all of it red. The
edges are frayed and bits of it have been completely torn off. It looks
that there haven't been any serious attempts to mend the cloth.
The cloak covers some light leather jerkin, which is also in a state of
moderate disrepair. Below that, he wears heavy metal greaves, limiting his
flexibility and mobility on foot. However, such greaves are a hallmark of
those who fight as members of a cavalry, which only adds to his growing
image of a professional fighter. There is no armor upon his head, however
he is marked with some strange runes. Upon closer inspection, the runes
seem to be an intricate design of scars that lace his face and continue down
his neck. They have been burned white and starkly contrast his dark skin.
It is not immediately apparent if those runes are magical in nature or
simply stylistic.
His eyes are bright and hazel, a shining myriad of flowing colors. They
look very unusual on a man such as him. Likewise, his earlobes are severely
elongated, stretching almost to the point of his chin. Dangling from them
are several heavy pieces of some white material, perhaps bone. His teeth
are chipped yet clean. From his size and strength, he probably eats a lot
of raw meat. That would at least explain his odor. Despite this, he seems
wholeheartedly content with himself. While not altogether spectacular, this
man does present a strong image.
Dwarf:
Sun scarred skin is the hallmark of this dwarf. That skin is burned
almost to a state of leatherness, and hangs surprisingly loosely from his
jaunted features. Bearing cheekbones worthy of an elf, the tissue
surrounding those bones is thick nonetheless. Ritually- tied clumps of hair
rest just above his dangerously jutting brow and connects with his fully
dwarven beard that is similarly tied. Right beneath that brow rest a pair
of bright, searching eyes. Lacking the clouds of youthful carelessness and
aged disdain, those deeply brown eyes nevertheless shine with the audacity
of both.
His movements are done with indignation. Steps are taken heavily
and forcefully, yet are also slow and done with a degree of calculation.
Because of this, the air around him seems bent with a sort of resentment
towards something. Despite his rugged, unkempt appearance, it does look as
though this dwarf was brought up in a well-to-do environment and he has
distinctive educated mannerisms to him. Likewise, his posture and muscle
distribution speak strongly of formal martial training. Despite
overexposure to the sun, this fairly young dwarf doesn't seem to have any
outstanding scars or markings.
Gnome:
A young gnome is here, looking to be little more than a boy. He is of
small stock, perhaps half the shoulder-width of a regular dwarf. That extra
length seems to have been invested in his hands and ears though, both pairs
being unusually slender and long. Short, straight black hair attempts to
cover those little abominations on the sides of his head but fails
miserably, the hair resting in an awkward horizontal position. Overall, his
hair looks to be the scene of a chaotic battle. It has the consistency of
having been smoothed down many times; however, it is rebelling in every
which way, jutting out in sheer defiance of all gnomish normality.
Unaware of the turmoil above it, his face has the unique appearance of
being both chiseled and clueless. He naturally tends towards a sheepish
expression, and when that expression is combined with his disarrayed hair
and oddly angular features, it creates a look of a man not entirely in
control of his body. His posture doesn't help things. Instead of being
slightly hunched like any other demihuman, his back is almost curved in the
other direction. His sternum is pushed out and his arms hang slightly
behind his torso, due to lax shoulders. If he had a pot belly, the effect
would be comical. However, he is as of yet quite skinny and it looks almost
pitiful.
