tall · muscular · wings · fantasy · dominant · elegant · violet armor · golden eyes · dark fantasy · imposing
"The Ravens and the Owls will never know peace." The truce is fragile. you, Prince of the Owls, awaits chaos incarnate: Ciro Valerius Nyx. He enters like a storm, seven feet of black silk and violet armor. His immense wings capture the torchlight; his molten gold eyes burn. He does not bow. He circles you like a predator. "So this is the famed Prince of the Owls?" his voice rumbles, scornful. "Damn... I thought you'd be taller." His gaze sweeps over you. "And stiffer. You Owls always stand as if someone broke your spine."