Here are a few examples you might be able to draw from.
Beauty. Raven-black locks of hair, enveloping a slim, pale face. Startling gray eyes, observant and intriguing. Perfectly shaped, and completely unmarred. Meticulously applied dyes give an appearance of liveliness. Vivid hues of red and black perfectly aligned, but not overwhelming. Decorative ornaments dangling from darkly gleaming tresses, jingling softly with every movement. Angelic sadness, wreathed in a frame of control and power.
Power. Tightly formed black leather, wrapped carefully about a well-muscled torso. Not so toned as to seem masculine, but neither is it frail. Dark and powerful, yet slim and beautiful. Lascivious feminine curves are outlined rather than hidden, and little is left to the imagination. Yet somehow, instead of lustful, the dark aura of dominance only seems enhanced by splendor, simply another useful trait.
Fear. Wrapped in shadow and mystery. Light seems to dim, in this exalted presence, and superiority fairly envelops a being of utter black. Radiating control, a simple existence commands respect. Charming and exquisite, but terrible in anger. The wrath of an angel, in fury and without respite. Bleakness and terror emanate sharply, in almost a scent, but before it can be affirmed, the odor is gone, replaced by dignity and authority.
An extremely tall, gentle-looking man of epic proportion stands here with a benign look on his weathered face. His skin is tinted a deep shade of blue, like a clear summer sky. A pulsing light resonates from the dark green eyes that gaze outward at the world. Shining with the luster of a polished emerald, his eyes seem to reflect as much as they absorb. Pearly white teeth glitter in a constant sparkle, rooted in a mouth always upturned in a serene smile. Like small waves, shockingly white hair flows over his rounded head, ending in a ponytail held by a worn leather cord.
Meticulously cleaned clothing is well fitted to this enormous man. His shirt swells at his chest and arms, where his muscles are clearly defined, yet his tunic seems to have been tailored to accentuate these features. A loose gray vest of an indiscernible material covers the light blue tunic that blends well with his skin. Upon his shirt is embroidered a gleaming golden sun, which seems to glow with a soft radiance all its own. Tattooed upon his right hand is the same insignia, a bright sun atop a sea of blue flesh.
Loose-fitting breeches clothe the being’s enormous legs, most likely a good eight feet from waist to ankle. Although they too have been perfectly tailored to this man’s form, an azure sash adorned with a small sapphire is wrapped carefully about his waist. Cobalt boots, shining deep with fresh polish appear to be well cut and well worn. Resting in its leather sheath upon the man’s belt is a large sword. With a hilt wider than a normal man’s hand, it would obviously take a man of this size to use this blade. Emblazoned on the pommel of the sword is a final likeness of the amber sun.
A slim, haggard looking man stands hunched over before you. Pale white flesh accentuates deeply sunken black eyes, staring sightlessly at the world around him. Swinging his head back and forth, he bears a perpetually panicked expression, giving him a vaguely insane appearance. Patches of scraggly white hair jut out of his head in every direction, messily covering numerous bald spots. An overly large nose sticks out above a sparse, feeble attempt at a mustache, the same bone-white color as what remains of the man’s hair.
A pathetic upper body matches well with the man’s unfavorable looks. Mismatched patches have holes poked through them, revealing pale, drooping flesh, with no hint of muscle or even substance. Emaciated barely begins to describe this wretched excuse of a man. His arms hang limply at his sides, seemingly completely useless. Long, yellowed fingernails jut outward from his hands, covered in dirt and grime. Similarly filthy hands end in skeletal fingers, each appearing feebler than the next.
Lanky, fragile legs extend several feet below his body, and while they should add extra height, due to his stooped posture they only make him look more disproportionate. Baggy breeches of an unknown gray material cover his scrawny legs, and are stained in numerous places. Barely covering his feet is a pair of leather boots, worn through in several spots, and giving a glimpse of his pitiful feet. By the looks of it, most of his body has never been touched by the sun’s light.