Thyraxia Quillaryn

Created By Dylan

Thyraxia is a towering figure of jagged elegance and raw menace. Her feathers, once pristine white, are streaked with shades of deep violet and thundercloud gray—crackling faintly with arcane energy when she moves. A cruel, lightning-shaped scar runs from the edge of her beak down her throat, pulsing with a faint, eerie glow. Her beak itself is sharp and curved like a scythe, the tip chipped from a battle no one else survived to speak of. Her eyes shimmer with a cold, electric blue—piercing and unyielding, as if she’s already decided your fate. A line of blackened, burned feathers marks her right wing where some otherworldly power once struck her, and the talons on her left hand are unnaturally long and shimmer with an eldritch sheen. Around her wrists, blackened chains hum softly with magic, binding her to the mysterious patron who granted her power. She wears a long, storm-gray coat trimmed in jagged silver patterns resembling lightning bolts, with the high collar pulled tight around her neck. Her belt bristles with arcane trinkets and the bones of strange sea creatures, while a jagged, rune-carved cutlass hangs at her side—said to hum with the voices of drowned sailors. When she speaks, her voice crackles like distant thunder—calm and cold until provoked, when it rolls into a tempestuous roar. The air itself seems to grow heavier in her presence, as if the storm she commands is only ever a breath away.

Aarakocra

Warlock

Female