Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20190821131249/@comment-27049835-20190821162252

The Seeker has been reading up on Yharim's strongest feats so she can better acquaint herself with his abilities. To her surprise, his powers were fueled by rage to an extent. Interesting. So, theoretically, he was weakened right now due to his depression. Of course, that didn't make him an easy target, per se, but someone could more easily distract him. She should take measures to prevent that.

So she did.

She wasn't intimidating enough. As powerful as she was directly, she needed to scare people off if they even looked at her. The transformation began, her body morphing into black mist. It slowly reformed into her usual for, only with very noticeable differences.

A good chunk of skin from her right shin has been dissolved.

Her left leg has been replaced with a vantablack tentacle.

Her torso is covered in spikes, tinted red with blood.

Her arms have been replaced by constructs that can become different weapons at will.

Her face's only remaining features were her nose, mouth, ears, and eyes.

Her hair, once a mere ponytail, has grown much larger, going down to her hips. The end of it has been replaced with a mace.

Wondrous. This appearance would work wonders. Those she couldn't intimidate, she'd kill on the spot.