Name: Motley

Race: Abominable

Age: She's of it

Skin: Creamy off-white

Build: Slim, thin, borderline malnourished.

Height: 5'8 / More accounting her horns

Hair: A horrid tangled mess! (Though not dirty)

Eyes: R/ Cyan ? L/ Maroon

Tail: Long & Lazy

Accent: Influenced by an assortment of various cultures, though distinctly Germanic at times


Curling rams horns and pointed ears were the only uniform feature of this here creature. Various smaller horns jutted from her scalp with no semblance for symmetry. They were of course the cause for her tangled, twisted, tousled, black hair that tumbled to her shoulders in heaps. The woman's eyes were a mismatched set of vibrant cyan and a muddy maroon, with pupils that were as contrasting as the colours. Apart from several peculiar markings beneath her right eye, the rest of her visage was often hidden beneath a kerchief wrapped around the lower half of her face.

Various doodads, ornaments, rings, and beads adorned Motley's horns and ears. Some jingled, others jangled. Several clinked, and a pair simply glowed. A small censer hung from her left most horn, emitting a smokey incense that was the olfactory equivalent of Dr. Pepper. Which was to say it was a unique blend of 23 specific flavours that didn't make any god damn sense, but on the whole smelled pleasant.