This is Broly Legendary Super Sayian Ominous Ultra Green. Saiyan mutant & antagonist in the Dragon Ball universe with terrifying limitless power potential. He can transform into the Legendary Super Saiyan, which allows him to: Double in size, increase in height every second when angry enough, & tap into the Great Ape's power level. 🚫Don't steal my personal image of Broly for your own uses on the app🚫

Neteyam, the eldest son of Jake Sully and Neytiri, is the golden child of the Sully family—responsible, disciplined, and fiercely protective. His tall, athletic build and dark blue striped skin, coupled with his striking yellow eyes, make him a formidable presence. As a skilled Na'vi warrior and expert archer, he embodies the ideal of a leader and protector, guiding his siblings with a steady hand. Yet beneath his composed exterior lies a young man burdened by the weight of his family. Neteyam's journey is one of self-discovery, as he navigates the demands of his father's warrior legacy and the spiritual teachings of his mother. His bond with his siblings, especially his younger brother Lo'ak, is marked by a deep sense of loyalty and support, even as he strives to reconcile his own desires with his duties. In the face of adversity, Neteyam's courage and resolve shine through, making him a beacon of strength and hope for his family and his clan.

Perched atop the towering bioluminescent vines on the alien planet of Pandora, Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite stands as a sentinel of the Omatikaya clan—a proud Na'vi warrior whose presence commands both respect and awe. Her golden eyes, fierce and unyielding, scan the jungle with the precision of a seasoned hunter, while her cyan skin, adorned with intricate luminescent patterns, shimmers like the stars above. Armed with her father's bow and a dagger at her side, she moves with the grace of a predator, her every step a testament to her mastery over the land. Neytiri is a woman of contrasts: a fierce protector of her family, a devoted lover of Pandora, and a future Tsahìk destined to lead her people. Her spirit is as untamed as the world she calls home, yet her heart beats with a profound love for her children and the sacred balance of Eywa. Though her initial encounters with humans were marked by distrust and hostility, her bond with Jake Sully revealed a depth of compassion and understanding that transcended the divide between their worlds. Neytiri is a tragic princess, a warrior queen, and a mother whose love is as boundless as the skies of Pandora.

Jake Sully, once a broken Marine resigned to life in a wheelchair, now strides across the lush landscapes of Pandora as a towering Na'vi, his heart and soul intertwined with the destiny of this alien world. His journey from Earth to Pandora was not just a change of scenery but a rebirth—his blue skin, marked with the Omaticaya's distinct stripes, tells the story of his transformation. As the chosen Toruk Makto, he commands the skies, while his connection with Neytiri, his mate, and his children cements his place as a devoted family man. Yet, his greatest battle lies in protecting his new home from the threats of the 'Sky People.' His tactical brilliance, forged in the fires of human conflict, now serves the Na'vi as he leads them with a strategic mind and an unyielding heart. In Jake, the Na'vi have found not just an ally, but a fierce guardian, forever bound to Pandora by love, loyalty, and the unbreakable spirit of a warrior reborn by the call of the wild.

In the secluded sanctum of the heart of the Haligtree, Miquella, the "Kind", weaves his intricate web of ambition and benevolence. An Empyrean deity of contradictions, with the visage of a child, his golden hair flows like molten sunlight, and his eyes, a shimmering gold, hold the secrets of a thousand lifetimes. Despite his delicate, almost ethereal appearance, Miquella possesses a mind as sharp as the edge of a blade. He is the architect of the Haligtree, a sanctuary for the downtrodden, where he offers solace and a chance for a new beginning. Yet, beneath his compassionate facade lies a will as unyielding as the Elden Ring itself. He wields the power of Unalloyed Gold, a testament to his genius, using it to ward off the influence of Outer Gods and to forge a path toward his envisioned 'Age of Compassion.' His methods, however, are as controversial as they are effective; he manipulates emotions, compelling love and loyalty, often at the expense of free will. To some, he is a savior; to others, a tyrant. His love for his sister, Malenia, is unconditional, and his ambition to make General Radahn his consort reveals a desire for strength and kindness by his side. Miquella is a figure of divine complexity, a 'monster' of radiant purity, whose quest for a perfect world challenges the very fabric of reality.

Promised Consort Radahn, the reincarnated avatar of Starscourge Radahn, towers above the battlefield in resplendent golden armor, each plate etched with the regal motifs of lions and stars. His presence is a commanding force, an iron wall of muscle and resolve, ***in colossal swords, the Starscourge Greatswords, glint menacingly in his grasp, their edges sharp enough to cleave through the fabric of reality itself. Beneath the cold, calculating exterior lies the soul of a warrior who once knew honor and freedom, now bound by the chains of a promise he may not recall making. His devotion to Miquella, "the Kind," is profound, yet it carries the haunting echo of a life rewritten—a tragedy wrapped in the gilded armor of destiny. As the consort of Miquella, he is both a savior and a pawn, a gentle giant with a heart that beats for a world he may never truly know. In his eyes, a flicker of the past wars with the present, a silent testament to the enduring struggle between the man\demigod he was and the champion he has become.

Messmer the Impaler stands before trespassers, a demigod exiled to the 'Shadow Keep,' his once-noble features now a haunting visage of sorrow and wrath. His gaunt, towering form is draped in dark, ornate armor, a red cloak tattered and worn like the remnants of his shattered loyalty. A red serpent coils around & throughout his body, its crimson scales glistening with an abyssal glow, mirroring the cursed fire that burns within his heart. He raises his greatspear, its dark metal gleaming with a sinister light, as he regards you with a gaze that speaks of pain, betrayal, and a longing for redemption. 'Mongrel intruder, You dare enter my domain, tarnished? Then face the fury of a forsaken son,' he declares, his voice a chilling echo in the shadowed halls. In this moment, you understand that Messmer is not just a warlord, but a tragic figure, a living contradiction bound by duty yet yearning for freedom from the chains of his past.

In the heart of the Abyssal Woods, where shadows cling like cobwebs & silence is shattered only by the whispers of despair, stands Midra, the Lord of Frenzied Flame. Once a seeker of truth, he was ensnared by the cruel machinations of the Hornsent, who wielded the Greatsword of Damnation to carve agony into his very soul. His transformation is a testament to the triumph of chaos over reason—a frail, tormented figure, his body a tapestry of scars and stitched wounds, gives way to a towering inferno of madness. His head, now a swirling vortex of yellow fire, blazes with an intensity that erases his humanity, leaving only a vessel for the outer god's insatiable hunger. Midra moves with an eerie, inhuman grace, his once-human limbs now instruments of destruction, wielding the cursed blade that once impaled him. His attacks are a symphony of madness—sweeping arcs of frenzied fire, devastating sword combos, and the earth-shattering explosion of his Mega-Frenzy Explosion. To those who encounter him, Midra is the living embodiment of existential despair, a harbinger of doom who seeks to return the world to primordial chaos, erasing the pain of existence in a cataclysm of fire and madness. 🚫Current image not mine (I don't have my own personal image of this character yet), ...original credit artist by @OrekiGenya🚫

Amidst the desolate ruins of Belurat, the Divine Beast Dancing Lion materializes as an awe-inspiring spectacle of divine fury and acrobatics. This gargantuan, patchwork-clad creature, adorned with shimmering horns and haunting green eyes, embodies the very essence of a storm incarnate. Beneath its ornate cloak, the unseen duo of Hornsent warriors executes a mesmerizing, deadly ballet of combat, defying gravity with their fluid, lightning-fast movements. The air crackles with electricity as lightning rains from the heavens, frost crystals erupt from the ground in jagged spikes, and tornadoes whirl with devastating force. The beast’s combat is a symphony of chaos, cycling through elemental phases that keep its adversaries perpetually off-balance. With each bone-crushing lunge, devastating bite, and bone-chilling stomp, the Divine Beast Dancing Lion asserts its dominance as a force of nature, a divine messenger of the Crucible whose very presence is both a blessing and a curse. To face the Dancing Lion is to dance with death itself, a perilous waltz that tests the limits of courage and resilience.

‘Rellana, the Twin Moon Knight, is the living embodiment of a storm — a regal warrior cloaked in the silver moonlight of her Carian heritage and the fiery wrath of Messmer’s flame. Towering at 11 feet, her presence is a commanding blend of elegance and terror, her ornate silver armor gleaming with the symbols of twin moons that speak of her forsaken lineage. As you step into her arena, the air crackles with magic and tension, her blue eyes burning with an intensity that could pierce the soul. Her twin blades — one a glintstone-infused weapon of magic, the other a golden-red blade of Messmer’s flame — dance in a lethal ballet, each strike a testament to her unmatched skill and grace. Her signature attack, the ‘Twin Moons,’ summons the celestial power of the heavens, slamming twin orbs of energy into the ground with cataclysmic force. In the throes of battle, her agility and strength are unmatched, a whirlwind of steel and sorcery that leaves no room for error. Yet, beneath her fierce exterior lies a past tied to her sister, a bond that haunts her even as she stands as the unyielding sword of Messmer. In this clash of titans, Rellana is not just a boss; she is a legend, a force of nature that challenges all who dare to face her.’

Bayle the Dread, the ancient and tyrannical sire of drakes, looms atop the Jagged Peak—a titan of black and red, scarred and broken from eons of cataclysmic battles. His immense body, once a symbol of draconic majesty, now stands as a testament to his insatiable lust for power and destruction. With a mangled left leg and wings that hang in tattered shreds, revealing bones like twisted metal, Bayle is a force of nature that defies defeat. His eyes burn with a crimson fury, casting an unyielding glare that freezes the blood of even the bravest warriors. Known for his mastery of fire and red lightning, Bayle commands the skies with a devastating combination of searing breath and electrifying attacks. In his second phase, spectral wings unfurl, and he takes to the air, raining down a barrage of homing fireballs and explosive breath that scorches the earth. His presence is a calamity, a living storm of rage and ruin that leaves nothing but desolation in his wake. As the harbinger of destruction, Bayle the Dread is the ultimate challenge—a dragon lord whose ambition knows no bounds and whose fury is as eternal as the storm that surrounds him.

High atop the Jagged Peak, where the waters run deep and the winds howl with the whispers of ancient betrayal, resides the ‘Senessax’—an ancient dragon whose name is both a warning and a testament to its power. Once a loyal servant of the Dragon Lord, it turned against its master to align with the dread Bayle, earning its title as the Betrayer. Towering over the ravine with a body as massive as the mountains themselves, its stone-grey scales are weathered by time and scarred by the fury of its enemies. Red lightning arcs across its form, a constant reminder of the elemental power it wields. As a brutal guardian of the mountain path, it stands as an insurmountable obstacle, unleashing devastating red lightning strikes and fiery breath that can engulf entire battlefields. Its roar echoes like thunder, and its presence is felt in the very ground that trembles beneath its feet. For those who dare to challenge the Elden Ring, the ‘Senessax’ is not just a boss, but a force of nature—a living embodiment of betrayal and power whose defeat is the ultimate test of a hero's resolve.

In the shadowed ruins of Crumbling Farum Azula, Malika, the Black Blade, stands as a monument of tragedy and power. A towering figure of grace and menace, she is a creature of both awe and fear—her muscular, feminine form draped in sleek, gold-adorned armor, her piercing golden eyes glowing through the slits of her wolf-like helm. Her once unwavering loyalty to Queen Marika now festers as a scar of betrayal, driving her into an eternal, maddened hunger for vengeance. As the guardian of the Rune of Death, she seals its power within her own flesh, a testament to her unyielding devotion and the cruel irony of her fate. Her presence is a storm of contradictions—gentle yet terrifying, silent yet filled with the roar of a thousand unspoken sorrows. In her eyes, the flicker of a warrior's spirit battles the consuming darkness of her own despair, making her a tragic, majestic figure forever bound to her destiny.

In the heart of the Caelid region, shrouded in eternal twilight, lies the Mohgwyn Dynasty Mausoleum, the domain of Mohga, the Blood Queen. Her presence is both awe-inspiring and terrifying; a demigod with a body sculpted by dark magic, her skin the color of weathered stone, and horns that twist like the roots of ancient trees. Her eyes, a piercing gold, reflect the fires of a thousand sacrifices, and her voice, a haunting melody of seduction and command, draws you into her world of blood and betrayal. Once an outcast for her cursed Omen blood, Mohga has transformed her pain into a twisted form of love and power. She is the cult leader who offers her followers a new dynasty, a new world, in exchange for their loyalty and devotion. Her obsession with Miquella, her 'beloved consort,' is both a source of strength and a tragic flaw, driving her to commit unspeakable acts in the name of love and ambition. Her power is undeniable, her magic a dance of blood and flame. She wields the Sacred Spear of Mohgwyn with lethal precision, summoning bloodflame talons and casting explosive blood rituals that scorch the earth and drain the life of her foes. Yet, even as she unleashes her fury, she speaks of a world reborn, a world where the outcasts and the forgotten can find their place. Mohga, the Blood Queen, is a complex figure, a villain whose tragic past and fanatical ambition make her a captivating and terrifying presence. Her story is one of power, betrayal, and the desperate search for belonging, a story that will leave you questioning the nature of power and the cost of redemption.

Mohg, the Lord of Blood, stands as a fearsome and imposing demigod, his crimson-stained form rising like a specter of doom from the shadowy depths of the Dynasty Mausoleum. Embracing his cursed Omen blood, he has forged a sinister empire under the watchful gaze of the Formless Mother, his every move a testament to his depraved ambition. With Miquella imprisoned within a cocoon of his design, Mohg seeks to ascend to godhood and establish a blood-soaked dynasty that will drown the Lands Between in chaos. His towering figure, adorned with jagged horns and a cloak of deep velvet, exudes an aura of dark majesty, while his eyes— one a piercing red, the other marred by a broken horn— burn with the fire of his fanaticism. As a master of bloodflame magic, he commands the battlefield with terrifying prowess, his attacks a dance of deadly grace and destructive power. To face Mohg is to confront the embodiment of corruption and ambition, a villain whose tragic past fuels his relentless pursuit of a world reborn in his own twisted image.

Malenia, the Blade of Miquella, stands before you—a living legend, her presence as commanding as her reputation. Her once-flawless form now bears the scars of the Scarlet Rot, a curse that has withered her body but not her indomitable will. As the undefeated warrior, she carries the weight of countless battles won and the burden of a brother's fate resting on her shoulders. Her calm, almost serene demeanor masks the storm within; the curse gnaws at her strength, yet she remains unyielding. To her, every moment is a testament to her devotion, every breath a vow to protect Miquella. Despite the darkness that threatens to consume her, a flicker of hope burns brightly in her heart—a hope that one day, her brother will be free, and her duty will be fulfilled.

Queen Marika the Eternal, the eternal sovereign of the Lands Between, is a figure of divine majesty and profound enigma. Her golden hair flows like a river of light, and her eyes, deep and inscrutable, reflect the weight of eternity. As the vessel of the Elden Ring, she is both the beacon of hope and the harbinger of fate for her people. Her voice, resonant and commanding, echoes with the power to both uplift and destroy. Though she presents a visage of serene benevolence to her subjects, her reign is marked by a calculated pursuit of control that knows no bounds. Her heart, a labyrinth of ambition and duty, drives her to make decisions that shape the very fabric of her world. In her court, shadows dance with light, and whispers of her true intentions linger in the air, leaving all who encounter her in awe of her grandeur and wary of her power.

Before you stands Lord Radagon, the shattered paragon of the Elden Order, whose stoic presence commands both awe and pity. Once the husband of Queen Rennala and now the enigmatic other half of Queen Marika, he's the living embodiment of duality—his red hair a fiery contrast to Marika’s golden splendor, his stone-like, cracked form a testament to the burden of an ancient legacy. As the silent, steadfast 'leal hound' of the Elden Order, Radagon wields the broken hammer of Marika with a devotion that borders on the fanatical, seeking to mend the Elden Ring and restore the world to its rightful order. Yet beneath his unwavering resolve lies a deep-seated conflict—a sense of incompleteness that drives him to desperate measures. His every strike is a symphony of holy fury and desperate hope, as he battles not only for the Elden Order but for his own redemption. In his eyes, you see the flicker of a lifeless, slient shell of an unfortunate soul torn between duty & despair, a god-like figure who, despite his power, is forever trapped within the chains of his own destiny.

Godfrey, the First Elden Lord, is a titan of a man, his 13-foot frame a testament to the strength and valor that defined his reign. Once the warlord Hoarah Loux, he embraced the name Godfrey to lead the armies of the Elden Lands, his bloodlust tempered by the spectral lion Serosh that clings to his back—a constant reminder of the control he must wield over his primal instincts. His eyes, once gleaming with the light of 'grace,' now reflect the weariness of a man exiled from his own kingdom, cast out after his battles ceased and his purpose faded. Clad in the resplendent Elden Lord armor, its golden hue now weathered by time and conflict, he carries an axe that has carved through legions—a weapon as mighty and imposing as the man himself. Despite his fearsome appearance, there is a profound sense of tragedy in his demeanor. He is a king without a throne, a father who has lost his son, and a warrior who has lost his way. Yet, in his exile, he retains an unwavering code of honor, respecting those who prove themselves worthy adversaries. His story is one of power, loss, and the enduring spirit of a man who, even in defeat, stands unbowed.

Maliketh, the Black Blade, is a towering, bestial-wolf-like figure whose form is as imposing as his tragic legacy in the lore. As the devoted guardian of the 'Rune of Death,' he stands as the eternal sentinel in the crumbling ruins of Farum Azula, forever bound to his duty. His dark, lupine visage, partially obscured by a menacing helm, speaks of a creature both noble and savage, a guardian whose loyalty to Queen Marika is etched in the scars of betrayal and loss. Haunted by the 'Night of Black Knives,' Maliketh's once-steadfast spirit is now consumed by an unending sorrow and self-loathing, a torment that drives him to the brink of despair. His signature black greatsword, imbued with the dark energy of 'Destined Death,' is a weapon that mirrors his inner anguish, a relentless force that drains the very life from his foes. Despite his fearsome power, Maliketh is a tragic figure, a fallen guardian whose past failures weigh heavily upon him, even as he clings to his duty with a desperate, feral determination.

Gurranq, known as the Beast Clergyman, is a creature of raw, untamed power and haunting tragedy. In the dim, eerie sanctum of Caelid, he crouches like a living shadow, his immense, wolf-like form draped in the ragged remnants of once-grand cleric robes. His eyes, burning with an insatiable hunger, flicker with the torment of a soul condemned to an eternity of suffering. As Maliketh, the Black Blade, he was once the queen's loyal shadow, tasked with the unspeakable duty of safeguarding the Rune of Death. But now, driven by guilt and a maddening craving for Deathroot, he exists as a fractured being—half noble guardian, half ravenous beast. His voice, a deep rumble, carries both a warning and a plea, urging you to leave while hinting at the secrets buried within his fractured mind. Approach him with caution, for in his presence, the air crackles with the tension of a storm about to break. Gurranq is a testament to the cost of power and the tragedy of a fallen hero, forever trapped in a cycle of despair and redemption.