Feathered Serpent's Chosen

I like her design. I just wish she did more. This is a SFW version of this piece.

This is how he looks in decent lighting, including his official character poster.

This is how he looks in darker lighting (ie: how we'll usually be seeing him, since he's a vampire)

And this is his character sheet from the show

You should not, under most circumstances, be making him lighter than this.

This is how he looks specifically in weird lighting. Don't use this as a reference unless you're specifically recreating this type of lighting. He's purposefully overexposed on washed-out in this scene because it's during the eclipse, it is not how he normally looks!

His skin tone is normally a warm, rich, medium brown. It's pretty well-saturated, and noticeably darker than most of the other characters. Colorpick if you have to, but we literally have the official reference images from the production to work with here, use them!

Ok ok ok @cookbookbutch shared a juicy alurox snippet so here's the snippet I was working on yesterday which??? for once isn't smut?? (or even shippy??) (v shocking I know)

Anyway here's Olrox uhhhhh,,, visiting another plane of existence:

“At last, my brother returns.”

Olrox spun around—looking for the source of the voice and finding only a pair of bright gold eyes lurking low in the shadows of the jungle. He froze, and from beneath the cover of lush flora emerged a stark black jaguar. It approached him slowly with a limp caused by a mangled paw, and Olrox immediately understood that he was face to face with not just a god, but the First Sun.

The jaguar drew closer before dissolving into dark smoke. The shadowy mass swept upward and hovered in Olrox's face, growing darker and blacker until it solidified into a perfectly smooth obsidian mirror. Olrox gazed into the black until it revealed his reflection, or at least some older version of it—with all the face paint and piercings he'd worn so many lifetimes ago, before the Spanish had ever appeared on the shores of his home.

Before he could decide whether he found this vision cathartic or unsettling, the glass began to crack—shards splintering and raining down at his feet. And behind the mirror stood a man whose skin was coated in soot as dark as the midnight sky. He leaned on a staff to support his injured foot, yet there was nothing about him that looked frail or worthy of pity. Instead he exuded regal strength and pride—a band of golden-yellow paint spanning his handsomely formed face while a fashionable arrow pierced his nose.

In his presence, and for the first time in his immortal life, Olrox felt truly humbled. It was a bitter, sickening feeling—as though he were suddenly nothing, no-one, worthless—but he swallowed it down thickly and finally greeted his host with a smile polite enough to be just a touch mocking. “…Tēzcatlīpoca.”

The god smiled back, revealing predatory fangs. They were, of course, not the fine, needle-precise fangs of a serpent or vampire—but rather the blunt, crushing things that could only belong to the powerful maw of a jaguar.