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STATUS: Been practicing drawing for a few months now. Biggest tip I can give so far is copy, copy, copy. It really helps you learn the basics in a very hands on way, 7 yrs ago
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Been practicing drawing for a few months now. Biggest tip I can give so far is copy, copy, copy. It really helps you learn the basics in a very hands on way,
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Finally caught up on Rick and Morty. Pretty good shit. It's not every day a cartoon reminds me of my existential crisis.
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The Boarder Patrol in Vermont has more important matters than illegal Mexicans. They have to stop the White Walkers.
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Unborn babies are essentially mech pilots, right?
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You know what's worse then radio Country Music? Country Music Radio hosts.
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Is this still open? If so I would love to sign up!
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TJByrum said
Prolly won't get around to these today.See, I work until 2 everyday, but I don't get home till late, so I ain't got much time to do other stuff and I gotta do that stuff first, and by the time I'm finished I'd much rather go to bed ASAP.
Maybe since you obviously have some scheduling issues, you should perhaps appoint some Co-GM to help at least process the CSs for you so we can get this started already.
Uuuuuugggghhhhh.......... Well we to get this started! Things are getting way to dull!
Posted the introduction post for my character! Hope he's "dark villain" enough for you! XD
A single dragon flew through the sky... Like the others, he had fled under the Queen's orders, attempting to migrate with the other dragons of their sanctuary. However, with the sudden raid of the human hunters, many scattered to the wind, and this dragon was no different. He was an aged, Windborne dragon, obviously a few centuries old by now. His mighty wingspan and his black speckled scales were a sight to behold. Almost as soon as he took off, he landed again, feeling a small pain in his lower chest. A tiny bolt stuck out from between two scales. He winced a bit, but tried to shake off the pain, as surely a small bolt such as that was much like that of a splinter to a man. Suddenly the brush rustled on the clearing edge and a figure walked from it. The dragon was surprised by the sudden appearance of what now as revealed to be a man. He had not smelled him like the other humans, in fact, this "man" only seemed human from his shape, but nothing else. The dragon readied his flame inside of him, preparing to torch the strange creature, but the creature simply bowed to the dragon.
"Greetings, mighty Windborne. If you may spare me a moment?" said a strange, dark voice. The dragon was astounded. This dark, huminoid creature had just spoken in Drakkin to him.
"You speak the tongue of dragons, dark one? What are you exactly....?" The dragon said, now simply staring down at the strange figure. The creature chuckled.
'Yes, my appearance is... unconventional.. but non the less I am a man, like any other.....Do you know why the humans, such as myself, continue to utterly wipe your kind out of existence?"
"Because your kind is greedy! You hunger for our bodies and steal our souls!"
"Yes, but why? How is it possible a man, such as myself, can bring your race of mighty beings to the brink of utter destruction?"
This question suddenly drilled into the dragon's mind. How was this possible? How had it come to this? The strange human was right after all, how did the mighty race of dragons come to such dire circumstances? The dragon, troubled by the question, began to think hard, sorting through his many decades of knowledge and wisdom for an answer. The strange man and front of him chuckled again.
"A strange question, yes. But an easy one." from under his cloak he pulled out a baseball sized metal device. It had various gears visible and a compact coil of metalic string. The dragon bent his head, curiosity besting him and looked closer. The strange man continued. "Take this small little invention of mine. Looks harmless to a beast of your size, but in fact, it is quite deadly. The metalic string, called "wire" is covered in barbs and is incredibly strong. If I where to deploy this little device, it would cover you in its web, and much like a spiders web, the more you struggled, the harder it became to escape. Humans invent, humans do not sit idle in their dens. We do not change for our world, we change our world for us. That is why we will always be better than the dragons, why we will eventually be the single most powerful and influential creatures of this land."
Suddenly the dragon felt weak and the pain in his chest began to flare incredibly. Without even a whimper he collapsed to the ground, barley alive. The area around the small bolt that was in his chest was now a sickly purple and his eyes bloodshot. The strange man walked over to the once mighty dragon's head and leaned over next to its face. "Humans will be the creators and destroyers of this land. And it will be interesting to see how they handle that." The dragon weakly turned his head to face the masked man, seeing a dark red eye staring back at him.
"Who.....are....you?"
"I am E. I am death."
With that, the dragon gave up clinging to life and passed, the poison now circulating through all three hearts. The hunt has begun.
"Greetings, mighty Windborne. If you may spare me a moment?" said a strange, dark voice. The dragon was astounded. This dark, huminoid creature had just spoken in Drakkin to him.
"You speak the tongue of dragons, dark one? What are you exactly....?" The dragon said, now simply staring down at the strange figure. The creature chuckled.
'Yes, my appearance is... unconventional.. but non the less I am a man, like any other.....Do you know why the humans, such as myself, continue to utterly wipe your kind out of existence?"
"Because your kind is greedy! You hunger for our bodies and steal our souls!"
"Yes, but why? How is it possible a man, such as myself, can bring your race of mighty beings to the brink of utter destruction?"
This question suddenly drilled into the dragon's mind. How was this possible? How had it come to this? The strange human was right after all, how did the mighty race of dragons come to such dire circumstances? The dragon, troubled by the question, began to think hard, sorting through his many decades of knowledge and wisdom for an answer. The strange man and front of him chuckled again.
"A strange question, yes. But an easy one." from under his cloak he pulled out a baseball sized metal device. It had various gears visible and a compact coil of metalic string. The dragon bent his head, curiosity besting him and looked closer. The strange man continued. "Take this small little invention of mine. Looks harmless to a beast of your size, but in fact, it is quite deadly. The metalic string, called "wire" is covered in barbs and is incredibly strong. If I where to deploy this little device, it would cover you in its web, and much like a spiders web, the more you struggled, the harder it became to escape. Humans invent, humans do not sit idle in their dens. We do not change for our world, we change our world for us. That is why we will always be better than the dragons, why we will eventually be the single most powerful and influential creatures of this land."
Suddenly the dragon felt weak and the pain in his chest began to flare incredibly. Without even a whimper he collapsed to the ground, barley alive. The area around the small bolt that was in his chest was now a sickly purple and his eyes bloodshot. The strange man walked over to the once mighty dragon's head and leaned over next to its face. "Humans will be the creators and destroyers of this land. And it will be interesting to see how they handle that." The dragon weakly turned his head to face the masked man, seeing a dark red eye staring back at him.
"Who.....are....you?"
"I am E. I am death."
With that, the dragon gave up clinging to life and passed, the poison now circulating through all three hearts. The hunt has begun.
Great! I'll get to postin later. May the hunt begin!
A mysterious figure, sent by the merchants of the human lands to trap and bag dragons for study, harvesting, and entertainment. Who is the mysterious man "E"? What is this man's true goals....?
Hope you like the character! :D
Name:
E.
Age:
Unknown (presumed 30s)
Appearance:
No one has ever seen what he looks like behind that mysterious appearance. He has a somewhat raspy, yet mature voice and stands at around 6'2. A single dull, red eye could be seen, peering out of the solitary hole in his khaki colored head wrap.
Stance:
"What is this world.... What gives something the right to exist? Is it money? Political pull? Tradition? Fear perhaps? Well in reality, your ideals, your sense of self worth do not carry you any further than the wind carries a boulder. No, power is what moves people, no, everything in this world.... We, the hunters, the knights, whoever, right now.... have the power. These dragons do not. They may be the mighty beasts of the land, but their time is now at an end. How will they react.... when I confront them with their own mortality?"
Personality:
Very witty, quick thinking, and skeptical. He does not take is given before him for what it is, but prefers to study and observe the situation before coming to a decision. He can be quite grim sometimes, seeing the futility in life, but does not tend to fully acknowledge it in public. Under it all, you may find a man with a drive, a single hidden goal that he is stopping at nothing to achieve.
Weapons:
Various small, well concealed daggers on him in various places. Under his cloak on his belt lies a small, specially made crossbow with a pouch of short bolts. He has different types of small bolts ranging from lethal to non lethal poison tipped barbs. Along with the crossbow, he has various tools at his disposal, one signature item is a small metal, clockwork like device he invented that deploys thin metal strands everywhere, producing a large, nearly invisible net of wires. He didn't become on of the underground's greatest trapper through simply ordering someone around. Sometimes.... one must cover their own hands in blood to keep moving up.
Hope you like the character! :D
Name:
E.
Age:
Unknown (presumed 30s)
Appearance:
No one has ever seen what he looks like behind that mysterious appearance. He has a somewhat raspy, yet mature voice and stands at around 6'2. A single dull, red eye could be seen, peering out of the solitary hole in his khaki colored head wrap.
Stance:
"What is this world.... What gives something the right to exist? Is it money? Political pull? Tradition? Fear perhaps? Well in reality, your ideals, your sense of self worth do not carry you any further than the wind carries a boulder. No, power is what moves people, no, everything in this world.... We, the hunters, the knights, whoever, right now.... have the power. These dragons do not. They may be the mighty beasts of the land, but their time is now at an end. How will they react.... when I confront them with their own mortality?"
Personality:
Very witty, quick thinking, and skeptical. He does not take is given before him for what it is, but prefers to study and observe the situation before coming to a decision. He can be quite grim sometimes, seeing the futility in life, but does not tend to fully acknowledge it in public. Under it all, you may find a man with a drive, a single hidden goal that he is stopping at nothing to achieve.
Weapons:
Various small, well concealed daggers on him in various places. Under his cloak on his belt lies a small, specially made crossbow with a pouch of short bolts. He has different types of small bolts ranging from lethal to non lethal poison tipped barbs. Along with the crossbow, he has various tools at his disposal, one signature item is a small metal, clockwork like device he invented that deploys thin metal strands everywhere, producing a large, nearly invisible net of wires. He didn't become on of the underground's greatest trapper through simply ordering someone around. Sometimes.... one must cover their own hands in blood to keep moving up.
I would like to make a Human CS if that's fine.
Also, seeing how this is a fantasy world, I still gotta ask, what kind of tech level are we talking about? I assume something around medieval type level, but I just want to make sure.
Also, seeing how this is a fantasy world, I still gotta ask, what kind of tech level are we talking about? I assume something around medieval type level, but I just want to make sure.
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