That's the problem with those like phoenixes, they have that annoying tendancy to come back.
Possibly one of the first things one would notice about it, is that it's colored a deep metallic gold all over. The next thing one would perhaps notice is that it--rather, she--is more or less a Nightmare of cybernetic parts gone horribly arwy. She carries herself in a blatantly inhuman way, semi-skeletal frame and body, with that gold metallic sheen of skin--or is it a shell, at this point? It's difficult to tell. She wears no clothes, but from the looks of things, she needn't bother with that.
Her limbs seem almost too long, and she has large wings on her back, ending in razor bladed golden feathers, spread out wide behind her for balance. Her 'hair' has this same consistancy, although why one would bother with that, is difficult to say. Her face is a rough parody of a a familiar one. In hindsight, it might be to make her resemble that counterpart more. Whenever she moves, it's with a blatantly inhuman sort of motion, fluid, decidedly unnatural.
What one might also note is that all in all, inhuman, gold colored, or not, is that this individual has every right to call herself a predator. Her hands end in tipped fingers that can extend into razor sharp claws, and her legs, although thin and skeletal, are powerful. She completely looks the type to tear out your heart and devour it before you. Her eyes glow a deep blue, artificial in nature, alien. And yet past all the inhumaness, is perhaps more disturbing, that the fact that she was human. Once.
Before she died quite explosively, anyway.
She snorks slightly, regarding the Nexus before her on a perch, "Tell me." Her voice is hollow and empty, mechanical and artificial, and that kind of coldness that just makes the hairs on one's neck stand up with chills. Those kind of chills that there's suddenly a higher-up on the food chain. "When planning revenge, do you just go with the flow~" She talks with her hands, too. A lot like the individual who's face she wears a facsimile of. "Or plan out every bit of it?" Her grin is sharp, and... ...Even past the inhumanity of her face, she's a couple of crutons short of a full salad, here.
(( And no, this isn't locked against anyone. Raax may be crazy and not stupid, but then, there's the whole matter of caring on her part. ))
Her limbs seem almost too long, and she has large wings on her back, ending in razor bladed golden feathers, spread out wide behind her for balance. Her 'hair' has this same consistancy, although why one would bother with that, is difficult to say. Her face is a rough parody of a a familiar one. In hindsight, it might be to make her resemble that counterpart more. Whenever she moves, it's with a blatantly inhuman sort of motion, fluid, decidedly unnatural.
What one might also note is that all in all, inhuman, gold colored, or not, is that this individual has every right to call herself a predator. Her hands end in tipped fingers that can extend into razor sharp claws, and her legs, although thin and skeletal, are powerful. She completely looks the type to tear out your heart and devour it before you. Her eyes glow a deep blue, artificial in nature, alien. And yet past all the inhumaness, is perhaps more disturbing, that the fact that she was human. Once.
Before she died quite explosively, anyway.
She snorks slightly, regarding the Nexus before her on a perch, "Tell me." Her voice is hollow and empty, mechanical and artificial, and that kind of coldness that just makes the hairs on one's neck stand up with chills. Those kind of chills that there's suddenly a higher-up on the food chain. "When planning revenge, do you just go with the flow~" She talks with her hands, too. A lot like the individual who's face she wears a facsimile of. "Or plan out every bit of it?" Her grin is sharp, and... ...Even past the inhumanity of her face, she's a couple of crutons short of a full salad, here.
(( And no, this isn't locked against anyone. Raax may be crazy and not stupid, but then, there's the whole matter of caring on her part. ))