Ronan Silver

(Always looking for additional takes on the Imp. His appearance varies from person to person. I'm also looking for an avatar of the Imp)

Wrong.
Wrong.
That's not right. That can't be right. It just doesn't fit. It doesn't. Those pieces should not fit together that way and yet they do. These are the first impressions that go through the mind of many more grounded people who meet with Ronan. He is called an Imp, but that is not what he is, nor what his appearance would initially suggest. It is simply the most fitting descriptor of the creature.

His form is a thin and wispy, his skin so pale that any even natural light reflects off of it and seems to radiate brightly. His eyes look like emerald gems, carved into perfect spheres and delicately placed into his eye sockets. The only indication of where he might look is a small green flame within them that dances from place to place with his very own gaze. His hair is unnatural. A creature with fire sitting upon his head in place of hair would be far less unsettling. Instead his hair at first appears normal. It is the orange of embers and extends just to his shoulders. It has curls and waves that are not uncommon. The way Ronan moves, laughs, talks, carries on, it brings out the strangeness in his hair. When the light catches the ends it tends to change to different hues of oranges, reds, white, sometimes even blue, and it has been known to look like the black burn on the edge of a candle. The wilder he moves, the more his hair catches the light and the more it looks as if his head is momentarily ablaze before it resettles as normal, though vibrant, hair.

By the most disturbing feature of Ronan is his mouth. His mouth is usually fixed in a wide grin. To see someone nearly constantly grinning might make a person wary of something off, but that is not what is unsettling about his mouth. His grin is slightly too long. It stretches to make it out of proportion from the rest of his face. It grows too. Depending on his mood, it might literally stretch from ear to ear. The teeth within this grin of his are far too many and far too small. The nature of his face sets the stage for the willowy stranger. Even he does not know why people started calling him an imp. Perhaps its because of his small size, though to tell the truth his size various depending on who looks at him. Some might see him the size of a child of varying ages. Some might see him at the height of a mighty oak. The height he appears at, however, is generally one more believable to many who view him. The more open a mind is to the unnatural, strange, and weird, the more unbelievable his proportions become.

He has long narrow fingernails that look as they might be just a bone with no muscle moving them about, or perhaps may themselves be boneless. His obsidian fingernails extend nearly an inch past his fingers and end in sharp talons. Ronan rarely uses his fingers to hold anything. Instead, he holds them with the very tips of his black claws. Delicately moving the items about.

There is something about Ronan that does not sit right with most. It has been said, and it will be said again. One aspect comes with the air of utter falseness that surrounds him. The way he moves, his walk, the swing of his arms, his every twitch, and every gesture has an air of utter grace that is just too flawless, just too good. It is as if every movement was choreographed and practiced thousands upon thousands of times just to get it right for the production of a melodrama.

His voice has a higher pitch and is shrill. It is accompanied with outbursts of laughter and ominous giggles. His voice does not seem to emanate from his mouth. His words are spoken from the shadows and hidden places of a room. Thrown so that they are loudest and most clear in the area just surrounding him. His arms and hands gesture wildly as he speaks, his every word accented by the bend of a finger, the gesture of a hand, and the point of a claw. He is animated, and if his inherent strangeness doesn't intrigue, the strangeness he crafts with his every word will.

Do not try to understand him. It will drive you mad. He makes no secret that he does not understand mortals as he calls everyone else who isn't him. To understand him is insanity. He is a being that logic does not apply to. Your reasons for hating him, might be the very reasons he thinks of you as a friend. A gesture that may seem innocuous to you, may be his reasons for swearing vengeance against you. (More to come)