This moodboard is inspired by one of my dnd characters, a lunar sorcerer ‘’tiefling’’ (shes actually a homebrew race and fell from the sky as an infant, but doesn't know this). Her vibes are entirely exhausted college student in need of a nap and coffee, who only wants to be comfy and doing research or reading at all times. Her design is loosely sheep inspired, with very warm shades of brown and other muted colors being the colors associated with her and her vibes.

‘A blindfold wraps over your eyes, growing tighter and tighter. All you see is the haze of red that you can't escape.’

An aasimar, made to be a weapon, and on the run from the family who wants her dead if she won't just be theirs. The dusty, grumpy cowboy is just another façade, another personality, the disguise she wears to be anyone but what she was made to be.

Dust and leather, gunsmoke and blood, golden tears and tattered bounty posters.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away.
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie.
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd by that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv'st which makes thy love more strong,
to love that well which thou must leave ere long.
-# *By William Shakespeare*

The shifting colors of dawn breaking through delicate window panes should have been beautiful. And they would have been, if the silver chassis that they decorated was still affixed to its original body. They could still be, if viewed at a distance - far enough to overlook the pale scars that grafted metal to flesh, far enough to miss the icy chill that radiated off her tawny body. Far enough to be out of range of the silvered blades and the glowering ire of the sea bird’s unrelenting stare.

Sunlight caresses detritus through the boughs of silent sentinels as an autumn dawn greets the wardens of the forest.

As the moonlit ritual ends, smoke billows from a bronze brazier. From within the vapor two bright green eyes appear and blink slowly. Cautiously, a cat's paw emerges. Soon follows the rest of its sinuous grey body and a throaty purr. The witch reaches forward to stroke its soft fur. ‘’Welcome home,’’ she says.

Pinks, purples, gold and really just bright colors represent the Emperor’s Children, a Warhammer 40K faction dedicated to excess and themes of music

For a character named Remmirath (mirror pronouns): A Lykoi cat based Katari arcane assassin.
Inspired by The Cat From Hell (by Steven King) and Don Bluth movies. Creepy stares and stalking through the shadows to scare and unnerve people through smoke and mirrors and the single-minded frenzy of a cat stalking its prey relentlessly. Dark forests, creepy gothic alleys, and the horror of life's lessons are the vibes.

She moves with a blur, a flash of red and blue. A deep connection to the waves, and a fate entwined with another, winged and powerful. They move together, graceful and strong like the sea, fulfilling the will of the Gods.

Adorable, whimsical goblins with green skin, earth tones, some gold buttons and mushroom growth and pointy ears. Rocks covered in moss, and mysterious moss covered stone paths deep in the woods.

Raven Rhapsody, a lifelong resident of Waterdeep, plays her keytar in a broken down old bar on the bad side of town. The city is not particularly pretty, and it is often beset with trouble, but it is her home. As a tiefling with flaming eyes and dark purple skin, she stands out most places, but tries her best to keep quietly to the shadows and alleyways that the old city provides.