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New Character: Clarissa Lithghein

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 23:04:27 PDT

I draw this back in 2011 when ideas for characters where swimming, and also a few of my characters that aren't magic base or elemental.
Have you guys watch those old black and white detective films where; some parts of town or a bar, you see the bartender knowing the detective and listens to what he/she saids while giving some advice, also leaving some kind of impact??
Yea that's what part of Clarssia character is, and maybe change her last name.
Actully inspirited of this character was back in highschool when my real life friend, lending me her manga: Tsbuasa: Reservoir Chronicle. And I think volume 5, 6 and 7 while the group was in the Oto country, I remember Fai and Kurogane where fighting a monster, and met up with a woman in a bar; name Caldina who tenders the place. This was before I read Magic Knight Rayearth manga where she came from.
While using her in my mind for detective theme stroies, I started to creative a character by her, but the personailty is different then Caldina.
Clarissa is my first African american character, She's in her 30s while running a bar.
Her backstory is something I know take time to figure out, since I'm still writting it however its coming together.
She was born in broklyn and sadly raise on the bad side of town, her mom works in the army when she was young and her dad took care of her.
She has great knowledge of guns and bombs, when her mom gave her a tour of the base. Getting interested she looked up different guns models and bullets.
Since she lived in a bad neighoor, she is street smart and can put of fight if needed. And her father has been keeping a serect from her because, what he was doing is to support her and her future.
Once I finish with her profile and picture, you'll see.
Her titled is Bartender Gunslinger XD pretty cool right?? Also I think making her more older in her 30s rather then someone in their teens or 20s, the same friend I mention said, while you're thinking of different characters for a long time, characters who are either in their teens or 20s can be made easily, which I can agree, when your started making characters while you were in a teen age group.
But still while growing you learn.

Well that's all of her for now, I hope I can finish the profile once everything is figure out, and I hope you guys like her.

Clarissa Lithghen(c) ME!!!
Inspirited by Caldina from Tsbuasa: Reservoir Chronicle and Magic Knight Raythearth(c) CLAMP.
DON'T STEAL!!!

CM - Fukki and Lao

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:59:22 PDT

for

draw them in one app cause easier and faster like that
trying to do doodle-like style and doing the "twins in horror story" pose
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Name: Fukkatsu Ensfiore

Nickname: Fukki

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Likes:
Watching people and laughing at them in her heart
Winter and snow
MMORPG
Hot choco

Dislikes:
Overtime work
Karaoke
Busybody and quasi-familiar people
Waking up on rainy day

Personality:
Cold. She rarely show her feelings and her brothers joked about her heart is frozen and she can't feel anymore.
Philosophist. She always watching her surrounding and thinking the mystery of life or her reason being present in the world.
Bold and sharp-tongued. When she feels something is not right, she will say it directly without minding much if it would hurt anyone.
Tomboy. She's strong and tough, even manlier than Lao.

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Name: Laochra Ensfiore

Nickname: Lao

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Likes:
Drawing and making stories
Salad....especially with caesar dressing
Inspirations
Getting new friends

Dislikes:
Inspirationblock and artblock
Scary stuffs
Rainy and stormy days
Going to toilet at night

Personality:
Timid but friendly. He's shy to start conversation first, but would open up to anyone talking to him.
Dreamer. He has tons of imaginations and tries to pour them all into his novels and comics.
Low self-esteem. Often set low expectation of himself so he won't disappoint people and often stutter when talking. He also never argue back.
Simple. He enjoys life the way it is.

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Where you live: Grandfather's house in town

Biography:
Fukkatsu and Laochra lived in a far away country with their brothers. One day they got a call from their parents that their grandfather from mother side had fallen sick and needed someone to take care for him. Their grandfather was adopted by Japanese couple when he was a baby during world war era and been raised in Chiisana Machi, so he rejected to move away because if he has to die, he wants to die on the town where he grew up, means whoever decided to take care of him gotta move away to Japan. Their parents couldn't take care of him because their job requires them to travel the world.
Fukkatsu, who had graduated from university and haven't got a job, decided to go take care of their grandfather. Laochra, who is on his way to be a novelist/mangaka, thinks living in peaceful small town, away from the crowds and noise of big city, would be a good opportunity to think more about his stories. Then the two move to Chiisana Machi in Japan for a better life for them and for their grandfather.

Additional Info
Fukki works as English teacher in Chiisana Machi's middle school and her Japanese is kinda broken
Lao works at home as translator and illustrator for children books, while he still trying to create his own novel and manga

Rock Diver

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:49:55 PDT

Remi Niscence is a digging spirit that spends most of her time exploring the crust of the earth, excavating historical relics and crude caveman erotica. Equipped with pick and shovel, she tears through rock at such a rate as to earn her the nickname “Rock Diver.” Her pick is named Persson, and her shovel is named Spinks. The box she doesn't call anything, but its name is Tarnzach.

Remi mainly looks for two things as she goes through the earth:
　1) spelunkers to rescue/flirt with, and
　2) junk.
More specifically, “junk” of sentimental value, which she hoards in the box on her back. She loves this stuff and will go out of her way to collect buttons and broken glasses and anything else that might have been associated with some sort of precious memory. On the other hand, she couldn’t care less for naturally occurring ores and gemstones.

Anyhow, Remi is able to kind of "Sherlock Holmes" a history out of the artifacts she collects, and maybe even converse with the ghosts of the past if she can figure out enough of the back story. Here are a couple of her favorite figures from her collection (starting from the closest to Remi in the picture and then moving up and out):

　The Tin Knight - an automaton from the Tin Age. He has hearing loss in his right ear, and is bothered by a constant ringing. His model was discontinued in favor of mecha musume. (artifact: tiny fork)

　Sylphie - an avant garde seamstress. She invented the Surprise Dress. The surprise is that it bursts into flames when exposed to sunlight. (artifact: chicken cage)

　Ayah (sp?) - not really sure what the deal is with this one; maybe a scholar or something? Remi is unable to pinpoint which time period and country she's from. (artifact: bookmark)

　Mendelgrove - a gardening spirit who used to tend to a hundred trees, right up until it was taken over by a hundred bees. He was like “**** it,” and left. (artifact: ribbon)

　Dom Dominic - a dragon! Also an agricultural professor and a trader. He likes young ladies and smoking meats & cheeses in his pipe. (artifact: mesquite smoking pipe)

　Saburo - a once noble and chivalrous warrior. He got lost underground while chasing a gopher. He never did get to eat it in the end. (artifact: the handle to his blade)

　Sparrow Kid - emissary from the Heliotropics. Was really excited to visit the country, up until he learned about the indigenous giant land spider. (artifact: tear stained sky boat ticket stub)

　Hanasaka Ojou - Princess of flower girls. Wears spaulders to protect her from beggars and arrows. Cannot sell flowers to save her life. Might be how she died ^{[citation needed]}. (artifact: tin beetle)

　Lion Herschel - the blind king of the Underground, which apparently was a kingdom that nobody knew about. There were dwarves, and he ate them. (artifact: mustache comb)

　Somnia - how the goddess of sleep ended up losing anything down so deep in the earth is a mystery. So is the item she lost. (artifact: moped)

Whew! That took a while. I spent almost an entire evening just trying to come up with these characters. I started sketching this thing at the start of the month, and now we’re already more than 2 weeks in! I will hopefully have this as a print at AX (did I mention that, by the way? I’m going to table at AX again this year!). I ended up switching back and forth between Manga Studio and Flash several times to get this done:

　1) sketch in Flash
　2) paint background in Manga Studio
　3) try to paint characters in Manga Studio, then give up
　4) go back to Flash, drawing the characters there
　5) export the character colors and lighting as separate layers
　6 ) import them into Manga Studio and do some touch-up work to make it look a little less “vectory”

It was a long process, but I think it was worth it and I am pleased with how it turned out.

Miscellaneous trivia:
- Remi was originally sketched as a boy. Then I was like “I want to cast light on breasts,” and so now she is a chick. - Drawing is FUN!
- I had just finished watching YuYu Hakusho when I started this. Her baggy shirt and high-waist pants are a tribute to the fashion of the early 90’s.
- Saburo’s original name was “Bonin’ Ronin,” but I decided to keep that to myself. Until now! Now you know my secret!
- Sylphie and the Tin Knight were originally sketched to be Remi’s parents. Maybe it would have been cooler if all these people had some sort of personal ties to her? Too late for second thoughts now, though - I need to upload this thing!
- sketch and unpainted characters can be seen on tumblr here

Made in Flash & Manga Studio 5

Crossing the Road

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:58:29 PDT

.... Facebook

Beaver Swim

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:49:01 PDT

Out for an evening swim in the slough along the field.
.... Facebook

Spring Sunset

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:39:58 PDT

... Facebook

Yellow-Chested Blackbird in the Field

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:37:15 PDT

This guy out enjoying the sights before the world has had a chance to wake up from winter. It was a long, drawn out spring.

Otherworlde App. Submission: Carrigan

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:30:34 PDT

Basic Information
Name:Carrigan Screech
Age:17
Height:5'3
Species: Banshee

Academic Information
Level: Beginner
Current Classes: MDC 101, NEC 101.
Passed Classes:N/A
Experience:N/A

Personal Information
Likes: Carrigan is fond of a great number of things; like sleep (whenever possible), cats,celtic knots, sweets, rock and classical music, painting, reading, movies ( the older the better, typically), using sarcasm, being right, human architecture, the sound of running water, sunrises and sunsets, horoscopes and star gazing, giving and recieving unique gifts, antiques, how brushing your teeth automatically wakes you up in the morning, tattoos, abstractly colored eyes, warm blankets, white flowers(ideally roses and lilies), tiny frogs (She thinks they're terribly aborable), Hot Chocolate, and Ghost stories ( of the believable variety). She likes things with a lot of symbolism, and things that mean something to the average person might not mean the same to her, like how many people people think banshees are suppose to be scary.

Dislikes: Carrigan abhores stereotypes, especially those concerning banshee, it's one of the reasons she has decided to attend Otherworlde Academy. Carrigan also dislikes the way a crying spirit sounds, her mother's singing voice, saying the wrong or awkward thing at an equally wrong or awkward time ( sadly, this is one of her greatest talents), Large, jointy birds ( such as Ostriches although she has no great love for birds in general as she knows how stupid they are from the times she has interacted with them in her crow form), she hates to be proven wrong to the point where she won't say something that she thinks could be wrong, playing cards, soups, clutter,doing laundry, studying in silence, country music, long dresses, and she has a hard time liking some other fey types, simply because of how vain the fey can be.

Fears: That she may somehow become stuck in her crow or weasel forms, that she will end up settling in life, she is deathly afraid of the ocean, and most of the things in it. she fears that she may not do as well as others in her class. She also has no desire to continue her role as a banshee and is afraid that she won't be able to break out of it. She's afraid that she won't get along well with others, not because she's unfriendless, just because she can be fairly blunt and awkward. She fears that she will be surrounded by death all the time, which has the tendency to make her scream.

Strengths: Carrigan can take on the forms of a weasel and a crow, often seen as omens of death for most people, though she someday hopes to learn forms like a black dog or wolf as her sisters have, or even being able to take on the visage of a doomed person like her powerful mother.Like most fey creatures, Carrigan has a heightened sense of sight and hearing, she also has the death sense that all banshee have, except she very much hates hers, when a recent death is lingering about or a doomed person is nearby she feels in wiggling under her skin to the point where she looses focus and can quite literally be driven to loud, mournful screaming.

Weaknesses: Since Carrigan mostly tries to ignore her death sense she is not very good at controling it, she can block it out(Usually) but has no actual control, which is something she hopes to rectify. She often thinks she is lacking things others have, mostly social skills. Carrigan also has a hard time with failure, it doesn't happen to her often but when it does she takes it hard. She also isn't very strong physically, not more than a normal human and she often worries about it being a downfall for her. Oh, and she can be a worrywart.

Goals:Carrigan wants to gain some sort of mastery over life and death instead of just scaring people by wailing about it.

Personality: Carrigan is always looking for excitement, since most of childhood was spent without it. She feels awkward around boys since she was never around many in her fairy troupe, but can make friends when she wants. She is a very determined person, and always is the first to stick up for someone else, even if she doesn't know them. She is very blunt and honest, a characteristic she enjoys in people,but some see her as harsh or even brutal when she is giving a fully honest opinion or the most encouraging depending on what her verison of truth is.Carrigan often finds herself struck by bouts of cabin fever and the need to be completely alone ( at different times, of course). She is usually a fairly cheerful or seemingly happy person, but can be rather malicious when offended or angered. Anything Carrigan lacks physically she makes up for with cunning; planning is a big thing for Carrigan, but secretly she hopes someone will beat that trait out of her.

History: The banshee in question was raised in a fairy troupe that traveled the lands of the Unseelie Court, much to her mother's distaste.
Carrigan rather liked the strange and dark ways of the darker fay though and often played with the few children who lived in whatever area the troupe had taken residence in for the time being. Her mother was the Mistress of the troupe, mostly made up of banshee, of course. Carrigan also has two older sisters, who were well into their second centuries of life before she was even born. Her sisters are very talented banshee, about to take the forms of many different symbolic creatures and they have a wonderful death sense which they use to hunt and bring back souls who would try to flee death.
Carrigan was thirteen when she took part in her first Death Prophecy, the ritualistic wailing done by banshees to warn the doomed person or doomed person's family. She hated the experience and vowed to never do it again, so her mother gave her the job of preparing other banshee for their first Death Prophecies ( hoping she would come around.) Carrigan also taught a good number of banshee to wail, as she was quite good at it. Years went by, and Carrigan felt more and more held down by her fey role as a banshee. She felt powerless to the struggles of life and death and so hated being the barer of bad news; on her sixteenth birthday she told her mother she wished to leave the troupe and study abroad, hoping to gain power and better her position. After several months of mourning and wailing, her mother finally conscented and sent her application off to Otherworlde Academy.

Misc. Information

-Carrigan has a desire to study languages.

-She has rather bad relationships with her sisters.

-She doesn't feel much in the way of hot and cold in the realms outside of the fey.

-She hates to eat in front of people.

-She has inner freakout sessions when she comes in contact with sticky things.

Roleplay Information
Chatroom Availability: Probably every day for at least an hour.
IM Availability: Skype, everyday.
How did you find #OtherWorlde?:Found a character with a link and followed it to the group, fell in love with the idea!

Script Sample: Carrigan: *As the young banshee opens her mouth a weak squeal works it's way out of her throat. Carrigan shakes her head and repositions the other girl's neck and shoulders* You reall need to pull the scream from the chest. Think what sound your heart would make if it could express grief. *The girl nods nervously and tries again, failing a second time. Carrigan pats her hand to show some encouragement* Just practice, would it make it easier to mourn if I told you your current grade? *The other banshee groans and Carrigan beams at her* See? Better already! * A cathedral bell sounds, ending classes for the day, and Carrigan collects her books, waiting for the other girls to exit the tent before she steps out as well. She walks to her private tent in silence, giving much attention to the way the catherdral's cemetary pulls on her skin. She shivers and refocuses on the grass under her feet, it's hard to feel the life coursing through it, since it is mostly dried up at this time of the year, but she feels it anyway, something she knows sets her apart from the rest of the banshees in the troupe* What kind of life can someone live when they waste it weeping for those soon to be dead? * She asks the wind which, of course, doesn't answer*

Paragraph Sample: As the ascending moon crept higher into the sky, wails of sorrow also climbed into the air, riding the wind in the small meadow where the banshees' camp was set up. That same wind coiled around the cloth walls of Carrigan's personal tent, making her pull the covers over her head and let out an exasperated sigh. The reason for all the screeching was the summer solstice, something Carrigan refused to associate with death screaming banshee parties.
"You know you'd be having more fun right now if you went to join them," said her tentmate. " I wish I could go, but my wail is pathetic."
It sure is, Carrigan thought to herself, but said, "I can teach you how to scream, if you'd like." When the other girl just satt and stared at her, wide eyed, Carrigan palmed her face.
"Oh, hell, that sounded awkward."

Lost

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 19:33:42 PDT

_{... So... What is this? Well, this is like... Umm... The cover of a story I'm doing called: "Lost".
Here you have a summary:

The story talks about a girl, whos name is Tory. Tory lived all her childhood in her grandparents house, because her parents divorced and since his father was an alcoholic and her mother moved to another country, she was left with them. At the age of 16 she met Mavis, her actual best friend and decided to moved with her to another country: Spain, Barcelona.
Everything was perfect for her, made a lot of friends and also had her first pet in her entire life, but when she fell in love, everything went down.
Sebastian at first sight was just a normal guy, nothing weird, but a second sight he was the evil, an alcoholic who always treated her bad and because she was in love, entered in the world of Sebastian, almost becoming an alcoholic and drogadict like him.
She decided to leave him and forget everything, Mavis and her moved to Madrid to start a new life, but what Tory didn't was expecting, is that true love was about to knock her door, in someone she never in her life thought.

So yeah, that is, I will be writing this story, but in Spanish xD Maybe if I have more free time I will make it in both languages.

AND YES. The guy there is ElRubiusOMG, I'm so sorry I coulnd't resist it x_D

So yeah, hope you like this : )

ElRubiusOMG (c) Himselft MangelRogel
"Lost"/Tory/Mavis/Sebastian (c) Me.

P.D: NO SOY MOJABRAGAS X_D. A mi me gustaría que él estuviera follándose ahorita a Mangel pero lastimosamente no es gay D_: (????
Pero quise hacerlo un miembro de mi historia porque... Porque se lo merece (?}

Patsy Cline

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 19:00:08 PDT

Patsy Cline

(September 8, 1932 – March 5, 1963), born Virginia Patterson Hensley, was an American country music singer. Part of the early 1960s Nashville sound, Cline successfully "crossed over" to pop music. She died at age 30 at the height of her career in a private plane crash. She was one of the most influential, successful and acclaimed female vocalists of the 20th century.

Cline was best known for her rich tone, emotionally expressive and bold contralto voice and her role as a country music industry pioneer. Along with Kitty Wells, she helped pave the way for women as headline performers in the genre. Cline was cited as an inspiration by singers in several genres.[5] Books, movies, documentaries, articles and stage plays document her life and career.

Her hits began in 1957 with Donn Hecht's "Walkin' After Midnight", Harlan Howard's "I Fall to Pieces", Hank Cochran's "She's Got You", Willie Nelson's "Crazy" and ended in 1963 with Don Gibson's "Sweet Dreams".

Millions of her records have sold since her death. She won awards and accolades, leading some fans to view her as an icon at the level of Johnny Cash and Elvis Presley. Ten years after her death, in 1973, she became the first female solo artist inducted to the Country Music Hall of Fame.

In 1999, she was voted number 11 on VH1's special, The 100 Greatest Women in Rock and Roll, by members and artists of the rock industry.[6] In 2002, country music artists and industry members voted her Number One on CMT's The 40 Greatest Women of Country Music and ranked 46th in the "100 Greatest Singers of All Time" issue of Rolling Stone magazine. According to her 1973 Country Music Hall of Fame plaque, "Her heritage of timeless recordings is testimony to her artistic capacity."

World Countries REPOST

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 18:06:40 PDT

So, as said in my journal, I have no life. I present to you, Exhibit A. Today, while chatting with my sis, I thought I was ready enough and played this game and named all 197 countries in the world. I did not use any maps or any help. I HAVE NO LIFE.

Game: [link]

To be truthful, I only played this and won after playing each individual country a couple of times.

Desolation / Self Portrait

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 17:47:54 PDT

This is a self portrait I drew in March of 2002 -during my 13th year with my ex husband. It was an abusive relationship.

He picked apart every single thing I did, every opinion I had, every emotion I exhibited. Much like a playground bully, he took great pleasure in finding things to go after, or, by goading me for days and days til he got a rise out of me and could make me the bad guy. By the time I drew this, I had given up completely. I wouldn't fight any more- which made him even madder because he couldn't bait me into arguments. I felt like I had lost every defining feature I had- because he bullied them out of me to the point that my instant response to any "what do you ___" question was automatically, instinctively, without thinking *his* preference- because he'd spent sooo long enforcing his will on me that eventually I just defaulted to his preferences to avoid further conflict and try and reduce points that he could pick at me over. I did that for so many years that I eventually lost track of what my preferences were. I felt like I had no voice of my own- that all I could do was observe and adapt and try and parrot back his ideas so as not to trigger his inner 8 year old bully. Of course, he hated that too- once I stopped fighting, he got worse, meaner. There was no winning with him- and I was foolish to think that there was any way I could have ever adapted- that was the whole point I wasn't there to make him happy, I was only there because he needed a captive dog he could kick because he couldn't take it out on people who had the ability to get up and leave-- and he spent YEARS making sure I thought I was trapped.

There have been loads of things that it has taken me years to get past-- but I think the loss of knowing what *my* preferences really, really, REALLY are has been one of the hardest points to overcome. I still don't know what my favorite song is, my favorite movie-- and it's only been just these past few months that I have finally figured out that my favorite color is blue. I met him when I was 16. By the time I was 19, I had already gone through one forced pregnancy and was on my way to a second- and I was waiting out the clock. I felt like I was an 85 year old woman waiting to die. By the time I was 29 I had been isolated from my friends, most of my family, and.. yeah.. what family I did have, I didn't tell, because all I had left was the persona they thought they saw- and dignity is a hard thing to put down when it's all you've got left.
Still, to this day, I get a stab of shame when I think of the day I finally told my Mom what was going on. She instantly believed me and supported me. The rest of my family? They didn't believe me when I was 19 and begged them to help me get a divorce, I knew they wouldn't believe me 11 years later when I had given up hope and was ready to kill myself.

The image description with "Flinch" pretty much sums everything up.

I didn't know I could draw until I was a teenager and trapped with him. It was the only outlet I had, so I became an artist, because it was the one place I could go to where he couldn't follow me. It was something I could do with a pencil and a piece of paper- that no matter what- he couldn't force out of me. No matter what he took from me, he could never, EVER take that- I could create art with pencil and paper, with a stick in the dirt, or in my mind- and there was nothing he could do to take that away from me if I didn't want to give it- everything else? my belongings, my family and friends? he even forced me to go through two VERY unwanted pregnancies.. but he couldn't take art away from me.
That's the reason I so fiercely protect what's done with my art to this day. It's a very personal thing, because it's the only thing I've ever had that was completely mine, and always will be.

Finally- the one friend I could confide in- stepped in and was a true friend-- and spent YEARS being there for me online- and worked tirelessly to help me finally see that I did NOT belong to be there and that I COULD survive, and be safe if I left. .. and it took him literally years to convince me- because ever since I was a teenager I'd had this bastard of an angry man standing over me telling me I was a waste of skin, I was a whore, I couldn't live without him, murder is cheaper than divorce, I'll kill you if you ever leave me- and I believed it. I believed it was my fault. I believed I could never get out, or get away from him. I believed I deserved to be there. Combine that with a man who wouldn't let me work, so I had no job experience, no formal education, and no place I felt I could safely stay that was out of his reach that wouldn't also bring his ire down on my family as well-- and even when I did, finally, realize that I didn't deserve it I was still terrified to try and go out on my own-- and yeah- it's not surprising why women in abusive relationships stay as long as they do- even once they manage to break the "I deserve to be here, this is my fault" cycle, you've still got someone who, in a lot of cases, has been financially crippled so that she can't leave- and has such a terrific fear of authority figures (because of her experience with HER authority figure) that the thought of turning to even the police can be incredibly terrifying-- you are already intimate with how easily power is abused- you don't want that again- and besides- what if they don't believe you, and send you home to your, now, very angry husband?

So yeah, it is a very, VERY hard cycle to break- and it literally took him years to convince me that I could and should leave.

And 10 years ago, to this very day- to the hour- he flew across country- and rescued me from that abusive husband and from myself- because I had given up. Had it not been for him, I was going to go out in the shed some day and blow my head off. It was that, or wait out the clock, and I had reached my breaking point. I simply could. not. take. it. anymore.

The only family I have left, the only one I keep in contact with is the one person I know would never betray my location. I left everything else. Had to.

I'll tell you this- 10 years later, I'm very happily married to the man who worked so hard to convince me I didn't deserve what I had. And, not just "happy", but you know those movies where they wake up and look over, and every morning they're happy to wake up next to that person, through thick and thin? That's how happy we are. Before this, I thought that sort of love was some bullshit concept that was made up by Hollywood and greeting card companies- but no. 10 years later and we still hold hands in public. We still cuddle up together on the couch every night before bed. We still have hours long conversations every.single.day. We still haven't had a fight after 10 years.

That's what love is. He definitely was my knight in shining armor. He saved my life- and has given me 10 years of happiness and love and trust and understanding, and sanity, and shown me that there is a world out there for me that isn't dominated by angry, manipulative assholes.

I look at this portrait now, and I am horrified that I could let someone destroy my sense of self to that point-- but he did. It took a long time, and I never realized it was happening until it was too late, but that's exactly how I saw myself.

Don't let the bullies rule the world..
And don't let some asshole convince you that you deserve to be anywhere that makes you unhappy- NO ONE has the right to decide your fate but YOU. They can only stand in your way for as long as you let them.

Technical junk- Graphite pencils, sharpie, and an ocean of metallic prismacolors/gel pens. The background is completely covered with words- so that as you tilt it more of them pop out at you. The photo doesn't really capture that at all- and scans bring everything out all at once so it kind of overpowers the image and loses the intended effect. Worked on it from March 2 through March 10, 2002. It wasn't til June 18, 2003 that I finally managed to sneak away.

All elements are either created/painted/morphed by me and/or are purchased resources and/or are fully commercially licensed for use by me.

This image belongs to me, Kassidi Keys, and is registered as well as digitally fingerprinted at www.myfreecopyright.com and protected by all international copyright laws.

This Image may NOT be used (in part or in whole) for any purpose, modified, rendered, tubed, or redistributed in any way or format without permission.

Stahp Trying To Torture Prussia, Japan.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 17:22:10 PDT

Remind me to never make 5 second sketches on MSpaint of humans.
What am I doing with my life.

//shot by Jeanna for making a Soul Eater reference//

This made me realize why I obsess over Hetalia more than Soul Eater.
[Yes, Italy is passed out in a bed in that screenshot. He had a heart attack in HetaOni, so did Romano sense he's the south part of Italy. Damn, this was such a cliff hanger. A very.. harsh cliff hanger... ;_; No, I' m not crying! I.. just... sometimes have to leak awesomeness out of my eyes in liquid form! yeah!]

Excalibur (c) Soul Eater
All the countries that I am too lazy to list in that screenshot (c) Hetalia
HetaOni (c) It's rightful creator
The drawings poorly done (c) Me

Praetorian Elite 3/10 Matches

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:21:39 PDT

Name: Draven, goes by Matches

Title: Fire Lord Blaze

Aliases: None

Age: Almost 2000 years.

Looks: 6' 6", White hair and red skin. Matches is covered with powerful, but lean muscles. He almost always has a smile on his face. Typically wears white undershirts with an open button up shirt, gray jeans and black military boots.

Magic: Fire. The grandmaster of Pyromancy, Matches has the power to create, manipulate, and consume fire. He can alter nearly any aspect of the flames to his will, and can even generate true explosive force with the fire. He, unlike any other pyromancers to date, actually gives fire a true mass and weight. This makes them much more dangerous. He can also convert his body into fire. This consumes a lot of energy, because he's not just covering himself in flames, he actually becomes flame. Another interesting spell he uses allows him to store weapons, armor, and various other items in the flames, which he can then draw out at a later time.

Preferred Weapon: Fire, fists, or swords.

Best Spell: The first spell many pyromancers are taught is flare. The user gethers a bunch of fire, charges it with energy, and forces it to explode. There are many different variations, some changing the power, others changing the shape. The most powerful flare is the Final Flare: True Power. This is a last resort tactic, as it results in the mage's death. The mage gathers all their magical energy, pulls it into themselves, converts his or her body into pure magical essence, and releases it all. The power of the flare depends on the mage. While most can level towns, rumors exist of pyromancers who have destroyed entire countries. Matches is rumored to have actually performed this spell in the past. Not just once, but TWICE. It is unknown if these rumors are true, and if they are, his method of survival or return is also unknown. But in doing this spell, if one DOES manage to survive, their power is permanently increased a hundred-fold. If the stories are true, he may be one of the most powerful beings in existance, rivalling even the titans.

Homerealm: Draven is not a native to our own realm of Earth. He comes from a desolate realm of agonizing heat and suffering. His race, the Khodans, have adapted to the heat, and learned how to survive the harsh lands of their homes. Their bodies are much stronger than a human's, being capable of lifting multiple tons, and regenerate at an accelerated pace. This comes from having to fight the many monstrous creatures that share their homeland, as well as the much higher gravity. Part of their adaptations includes a high resistance to almost all magic, leading to a minority of magic users. If a Khodan is capable of using magic, it is only ever Hydromancy, water magic. That is part of why Draven is an outcast even among his own people, as he is the ONLY Khodan to ever have a different magic. All Khodans are red-skinned, with some minor varients of shades, and white haired. Their hair darkens with age, as does their skin. They also have orange blood.

Bio: Really all that's known about Matches is his seeming disregard for any life not his own or the pyromancers within council. He was found at a young age by the previous Fire Lord, who raised him and trained his magic. His lifespan is extraordinary, even among his relatively long-lived race. On average, a Khodan can live up to 8-900 years. Yet, even after almost two millennia, he doesn't even have a single darkened hair.

p.s. This is the base I used [link]

Invasion of National Congress #changebrazil

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 15:24:45 PDT

Photo by journals.

For many years, the Brazilian population lives in the darkness, on the extreme corruption and neglect by the government, where the biggest victims are the lower social classes. We live with injustice, with impunity for criminals, neglect in hospitals, poor education in public schools, in the public safety and in the public transports. Brazil is a country of few, but our generation is ready to change, we want to transform our country into a country equal, justice and a better quality of life for all. Enough of our country see as if to "country of asses and football".

You, Brazilian or foreign, need to disclose these photos and these facts to the world. We need everyone's force, we will be eternally grateful. FOR BRAZIL!!!!

#changebrazil

Country Life

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 14:58:46 PDT

Ironically, there are housing developments on at least three of the four sides of the wheat fields I was photographing. In this case, just far enough away to not be recognizable. Still, this farmland seems an "oasis" in the middle of ever spreading suburbs west of Wichita Kansas. Sometimes I just say, "Screw the rule of thirds!" as it doesn't always work but I do keep it in mind. I contemplated on cropping out the foreground but felt it gave a bit more depth to the photo. It's a subjective thing. For more in this series go here: [link]

RAMBLE ON ROSE

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 14:29:43 PDT

"Ramble On Rose" by The Grateful Dead
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia
You Tube Link [link]

Just like Jack the Ripper
Just like Mojo Hand
Just like Billy Sunday
In a shotgun ragtime band
Just like New York City,
Just like Jericho
Pace the halls and climb the walls
Get out when they blow

Did you say your name was
Ramblin' Rose?
Ramble on, baby
Settle down easy
Ramble on, Rose

Just like Jack and Jill
Mama told the sailor
One heat up and one cool down
Leave nothin' for the tailor
Just like Jack and Jill
My Papa told the jailer
One go up and one come down
Do yourself a favor

I'm gonna sing you a hundred verses in ragtime
I know this song it ain't never gonna end
I'm gonna march you up and down the local county line
Take you to the leader of the band

Just like Crazy Otto
Just like Wolfman Jack
Sittin' plush with a royal flush
Aces back to back
Just like Mary Shelley
Just like Frankenstein
Clank your chains and count your change
Try to walk the line

Goodbye, Mama and Papa
Goodbye, Jack and Jill
The grass ain't greener, the wine ain't sweeter
either side of the hill.

Did you say your name was
Ramblin' Rose?
Ramble on, baby
Settle down easy
Ramble on, Rose

INTERPRETATION

"Perhaps the main point made by this song is that a lyric doesn't need a firm interpretation in order to be evocative. Depending on the listener, this song could be about American music itself, or about a card game, or about a man saying so long to an immature lover. At least three Jacks are invoked: Jack the Ripper, Jack (of Jack and Jill), and Wolfman Jack, which could easily be construed as constituting a poker hand. Tin Pan Alley, the Blues, Ragtime, Spirituals, Folk, Nursery rhymes, Country & Western, and Rock and Roll are all brought into the song, as noted in subsequent links, below. And the narrator seems to be addressing a lover who is determined to leave him on the subject of growing up, of settling down, of not always trying to find greener grass elsewhere.

How could one person be "just like" so many varied characters and situations? Look at any one person's life, and you will find the answer. There is no black and white answer to this song, just as there is no black and white answer to the questions of life itself. Hunter's hyperbolic use of the "just like" simile is a way of granting us the freedom to find our metaphors where we may, depending on the situation." [link]

USV Balazo Zihar

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 14:17:22 PDT

Strong and powerfull ... with somewhere deep inside a small heart

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Information

Name: USV Balazo Zihar
Barn name: Balazo, Zihar
Gender: Stallion
Breed: #Zomblicorns X Hellfire Nightmare X Nightmare Eridanus X 50% Nightmare X demon
Age: 3
Height: 1.78
Color: Dark Brown with black and Glowing under his skin
Genetica x
Markings: No markings
Discipline: Show Jumping, Cross country
Sire/Dam: Balan De Laroche [link] x ODFS Harlequin's Fire, Blood of the Raving Ones [link]

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Special features

Gived him special things: No

- has simular striping like it's damn, however, they seem to be cracks, like it's sire has. sometime we even see lava dripping from them
- red eye, without pupil
- lenght of the mouth is normal, though it's filled with very sharp and pointy teeth
- inner fire give glow, but less then it's sire. here you see the skull, bones in the legs and some ribs
- manes are normal hairs, though they are on fire
- fire feathering
- same horns like it's sire, though they are not gonna be big
- there is not sign for wings yes, though they can maybe be hidden like they were on it's sire
- there is no sign of decay, though we think that you should be careful in case of wounds. their is a big change that these wounds shall not heal fully or maybe not at all ... when wounds arrive, be careful of maggots

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Sport Carreer

Discipline: Show Jumping, Cross country
Rider: Nathalie Vaskíjr

Competition:
None Yet

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Breeding

Place of Birth: Unknown
Birthyear: Unkown

Offspring:
- None

For stud/lease: No

Passible traits -

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Personal

History: Had a normal life on USV, but after Nathalie killed the stable, he got in nature with some others. He grow up with an icogan group but had some hard time to get a place their. Seeing to his wounds. Some icogans really did some bad things to him and opend the wounds. Coldalo'naj found him back for his small little herd and later came back to USV. Nathalie take care of the stallions for the maggots and take care that his wounds can't get biger.

Character: Zihar is a typical demon foal. Bad to other, not behave to humans, hating other horses, attack when he want to, do what he want to. But is that really him? Or is that just the mask for him?

Zihar is that foal that tried to hide his weakness. In reality is he just pretty shy. He does get angry because he doesn't want others to see how shy he really is. He tried to hide it and hold himself big for the outside world. But he just don't know how to reacted on things, so he just show it with anger.

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Activities

Pictures
[1] Christmas Demon - [link]
[2] Demons will find each other - [link]
[3] Different Fire - [link]

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Prince Alden

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 13:12:15 PDT

And this is Ander's real identity. The crowned prince of the country: Prince Alden. He will succeed the throne once he is a certain age and married to a princess. The thing is, the way these princes are taught is that they live the peasant life first hand so that they can better rule their people. And the people don't know who the Crowned Princes are or what they look like. This information is kept secret until they come out and declare them wed or king. Alden has a brother, Ryzsard who is also living as a peasant named Ryce. I'm working on his look right now.

My Hetalia OC: Ecuador

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 12:44:33 PDT

Name: Republic of Ecuador (span. República del Ecuador, ket. Ecuador Mamallakta)
Human name: Malice Flores
Age: around 25
Gender: Female
Birthday: 10. August
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Brown
Height: 1.67 meters

Appearance
She has long black hair with an characteristic ahoge, weared as put-up haido, brown eyes and light tan skin. She wears long or half long dresses and high heels. So her style is very easy.
Her "pets" are her Mochi version (EcuMochi), a turtle named "Michelangelo" and a tuatara from the Galapagos, "Sancto Belen".

Personality and Interests
Ecuador is actually a serious, controversial and stern woman, always annoyed by her "neighbors", but has a warm hearting and joyful side, what she only shows her friends. Then she's always nice to anyone, but she bullys and creeps her neighbors, especially Peru because of "her" son, Loreto. In fact, Ecuador thinks, Loreto could have a better life by his mother insteed by his father. Then Loreto would be a civilisated boy, and not a feral child. Nonetheless, Ecuador still loves Peru more than the other countries of the world.
Her hobbies are tourismn, cooking, lifestyle, visiting Loreto and bully Peru with the statement, her son should only belong to her and not him, with several borders.
Ecuador is the dauther of the Inca Empire and the Shaua tribe, causing her difficoult ballance between aggressivity and being cheerful. As ChibiEcuador, she was little Inca prince Atahualpa's playmate and friend. But when the Inca Empire was conquered, she grown up by Spain as one of his colonies. Later, in 1821, Ecuador became independed from Spain and took the time to be hard working for her people.

BTW: For someone, who would ask me, why I made Ecuador and Peru the parents of the departement Loreto: One day while the independence wars, Peru was wounded and came to his old friend Ecuador. She kept him and then, both started an affair... The rest should be understandable.

Mechanismon - Aalem el-Amin

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 12:24:51 PDT

_{The embodiment of fur and expensive jewelry Leader leading Sihir, one of the countries in . Please check it out! 8D

Name: Aalem el-Amin

Pokemon: Ninetales

Age: ??? – looks as if he’s in his mid 20s

Gender: Male

Rank: U

Level: 100

Type: Fire

Country: Sihir

Class: Grand Master

Moves:
- Fire Blast - He attacks with an intense blast of all-consuming fire, which scorches everything it strikes. It most likely will leave the target with a burn.
- SolarBeam - He gathers light, then blasts a bundled beam of solar energy at his foe. As his ability is ‘Drought’, he fires instantly, with no need for time-taking charging.
- Extrasensory - He attacks with odd, unseeable psychic power. It may make his target flinch. Used for offensive as well as entertainment purposes.
- Nasty Plot - He stimulates his brain with the thoughts of most sadistic strategies and ways to deal with his enemy. It greatly rises his special attack.

Ability: Drought - He is able to control the weather to some point by summoning strong sunlight, wherever he is. Thanks to this ability, the sky in Cereberos is always blue, rays of sun falling on the nearby lands.

Accessory: Aalem is a giant walking accessory.
- An Indian necklace with two red gems on his neck.
- A pair of golden, engraved revolvers.
- Two earrings in his right ear.
- Full finger golden ring on his right hand.
- A red jewel on his forehead.
- An elegant smoking pipe.
- Red scarves. Red scarves everywhere.

Personality: Aalem, like most of typical foxes possesses a rather devious nature. The man might appear very calm and collected on the outside, serving as the gentle advisor his country needs, and while at times it’s true, mostly it is just an illusion. Having some control over them, a skill gained through his long life, he won’t hesitate to play tricks on you, all while keeping a completely straight face – not even batting an eyelash. But first and most of all, The Grand Master is a Ninetales – and as such, he received all the characteristics reserved for those species. His vengefulness is legendary, and no one holds grudges as easily as him. Such petty things as touching one of his tails might result in a 1000 years old long curse placed upon your family. Keep your hands to yourself, that is the motto to go by when you approach him. He is incredibly touchy about his personal space. Aalem absolutely adores riddles and will often tell them to his subordinates, even when the occasion does not call for it. Even when they absolutely make no sense – his mind sometimes wanders to rather strange places, and what others might consider nonsense, for him will be a private joke. A bit of a drama queen, he more often than not uses elaborate language and loves basking in attention. Don’t be fooled though – he is a cunning leader with a shady past and a sharp mind, and he won’t hesitate to use all those dirty tricks he has learned over the years.

Talents: Aalem is a talented magic user, with experience in all of it’s main areas. The man possesses vast knowledge, not only about things strictly magical – he knows disturbingly much about the criminal ways, suitable for Agwa and such. Politics and history are also no stranger to him – he has lived through most of it after all. The ninetales are said to possess the power of mind control – while the fact has never been officially confirmed, Aalem certainly has his ways when it comes to manipulation – if it’s those red gleaming eyes or the magic of words however, remains to be unknown. He has gained a bit of mastery over illusions through his life, and while they never can be compared to those of a Zoroark, they still can be pretty convincing, be it even for a short while. As a fire type he has a natural affinity to the element and can control it to some point, so attacks of such kind cannot hurt him. His tails act like nine extra appendages, and while not as nimble as hands, they can hold on to things. The ears aren’t for show either, and the man possesses superb hearing, as well as sense of smell. Quite adept with those revolvers he keeps at his belt. The ninetales has surprising speed for someone with so many tails.

Weaknesses: The man has impressive mental barriers and possesses great special defense and attack – the same thing cannot be said for the physical aspects though. Great spells do not make up for great punches and so, he prefers to keep his foes at range. His ease for holding grudges sometimes results in problems at the political scene – the other parties don’t enjoy curses placed upon them. No one does, really. The illusions have limited use and he must always be nearby to keep them up – landscape illusions such as found in Cassus are out of the question. Great senses come with disadvantages, and so very strong smells or loud noises might bring him pain or confuse him. While the man can swim he does not appreciate close contact of water. Rock and ground attacks are also disliked, and he tends to give an evil eye to any mentions of sandstorms. All that dirt in his luxurious fur, bleh! Revolvers, while an useful weapon, tend to quickly run out of bullets. It takes time to reload them.

Background: Aalem’s history goes way back, and not much is known about his past, other than that he is one of the oldest people in Orbis. When does his story start however, remains a mystery - possibly even for the fox. The man surrounds himself with secrecy and as such does not reveal much true information about himself. If the rumors are to be believed though, the fox had already been around four hundred years ago, when the unification of Sihir had happened. Was he the hero, leading his people to prosperity? Hardly – he was the deciding factor, that’s true, but hero he was not – Aalem al-Amin was to put it simply… a criminal. Devious plotter by nature he made for a perfect smuggler, trading illegal goods out of the tribe areas. It is when he met Kai, Agwa’s Pirate King, who had mistook him for the goods she had requested. The ambitious lover of fur and expensive jewelry claimed his tails as her own, asking his helpers for how much they would wish to part with their leader. It only took the fox half a century to lift the curse he had placed upon the Lugia. Alas, she was his best customer, and sacrifices for profit had to be made. The two are on somewhat good relations at the moment, their past trades (or are they?) the main cause of lack of their mutual dislike. Aalem was a merchant before he was a mage, and thus he has an eye for profit – he knew that if the tribes united, it only would bring benefits to the people and himself. He started the campaign which goal was unification of the country, a goal he had reached. He won himself the favor of the people, who had forgiven him his past misgivings (most of them not having a clean account themselves) and was elected their leader. Seeing knowledge as the greatest power of them all, he continued the tradition of collecting scrolls and ancient tones, giving up great deal of money to gain access to some through trade. With time he created the greatest library known to the world of Orbis, placed in the city of Cereberos, Sihir’s capital. As mages were a large group in his peoples population, he was the first one to create academies for the adepts of sorcery. The country grew prosper under his rule, safe from their enemies thanks to the huge desert separating them from the greedy hands of Landermacht. Aalem could remember many predicators of the Berg line, not only Aldonza and not even one of them had gained his affection. Overpricing each one for the needed supplies, the dislike between countries only continued to grow. He gladly allied himself with Agwa against the behemoth in the times of Civil Wars, successfully securing their positions in political arena as Landermacht’s fleet was shattered. The land secure thanks to its natural barriers and trade fruitful, thanks for the break in Mehrland’s power, he continues to lead Sihir to this day with the help of a small council, which’s members he had picked out himself.

Other:
- Agwa’s leader love for fur and expensive jewelry is the main source of dispute between the two countries. Aalem represents both of them, and such, each of their visits end up with a curse or two.
- Aalem has a pet Vulpix named Amira (Princess). She is spoiled rotten by the man and so far is the only one privileged to touch his tails. Extremely jealous of her owner, she tends to attack with Embers those who come too close or are deemed unworthy of being in his presence.
- Just like his vengefulness, the Grand Master’s fur is legendary in all of Orbis. He spends a huge amount of time taking care of his hair and tails.
- His favorite pastime is overpricing resources sold to Landermacht. If there is one thing he can agree with Lauc Mihai on, it’s their mutual dislike for Aldonza von Berg.
- His smoking pipe is an inseparable element of his image. The smoke has a quite sweet aroma and it is unknown if Aalem uses flavored tobacco or if it’s something else…
- Ironically for someone living in a desert, the fox can’t stand grains of sand embed in his hair and fur. Physical hygiene is a very important thing in Cereberos – Arceus bless your soul if you come to see him dirty.
- His very detailed knowledge of events which had happened ages past greatly confuse his listeners about just how old he really is. After all, he couldn’t have been there when it had happened, right? …Right? The man looks twenty for Arceus’ sake!

Personal Quote:
"This reminds me of a riddle..."

Theme song: Alladin – Friend like Me}

EA-LEC Profile - O.R.A.N.G.E.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 12:10:36 PDT

Name: O.R.A.N.G.E. [Oracular Reconnaissance Android & Nuclear, Gyromagnetic Engine]
Age: 2 Months (in current state)/28 Years (organic brain)
Gender: N/A (previously male)
Height: 5'11”
Weight: 26st 7lb

Strengths:
Mental Magic - it can use far-sight, can see visions of the future at will, and can psychically attack the minds of others. Its ultimate power is a spell named “Aten Slant”.
Bionic Body - Everything about it except for the biological portion of its brain is mechanical, meaning that it's stronger and faster than the average human, as well as having greater energy reserves and being more resistant to damage. That said, its robotic base is still that of a reconnaissance android, meaning that most battle robots or super-human foes will be more powerful in melee combat.

Weaknesses:
Of Two Minds - although the merging process made its organic and mechanical minds much more similar, they are nevertheless still two separate entities, something which means that it can be easily confused, as both its minds can sometimes come up with different solutions to the same problem, causing it to freeze temporarily as they try to decide which to use.
Magnetic Malfunctions - it can be temporarily shut down by an electromagnetic pulse, like most other machines. Plus, as part of his power comes from magnetically generated energy, magnets destabilise this process, meaning that it's weaker around them and tires much more quickly.
Unskilled Servant - despite its mechanical body, O.R.A.N.G.E. was primarily designed (like the earlier “O.R.A.” models) to be a strategic and tactical cyborg, which means that no one ever bothered to teach it any combat techniques. If an enemy should manage to evade or negate its psychic attacks, then it wouldn't stand much of a chance if they ended up in fighting.

Special Abilities:
Aten Slant - A spell which fires a blast of light energy from O.RA.N.G.E.'s forehead at an enemy. If it strikes then the cyborg must utilise all of its intelligence and willpower to overwhelm its foe in a mental battle. If successful then this attack leaves the opponent's brain in a semi-permanent (the effects can be reversed, but its not easy and requires great psychic power) vegetative state in which it can easily control them. If it chooses not to do so, however, it can just leave them to die; their mind will have deteriorated so much that they won't even be able to breathe without being mentally instructed to do so. O.R.A.N.G.E. prefers not to use this technique, though, despite it being its most powerful weapon, since doing to leaves its own mind vulnerable, which means that if it tried this against someone smarter than itself, then it might be the one reduced to a mindless vegetable.

Weapons:
Its Mind - its greatest weapon is its human brain, which allows it to use psionics to attack an opponent's thoughts directly, not to mention the ability to look into the future to foresee their next actions.
Sickle Blades - it has a sickle-like weapon attached to the back of each hand, which can be used to chop enemies, like a traditional sickle would be, or can be used like a pair of punch daggers (thanks to the twin spikes on the end of each one).

Full History (see below for the short version if you don't want to read all this):
Sinclair Rothschild grew up in Perth, a city within the United Kingdom, at a time when the British Empire held immense power, to the extent that they were often known as “the empire on which the sun never sets”, in reference to the fact that they held so much land that no matter the time, there was always a part of the empire in which there was still daylight. He was born into nobility and so was sent to the very best school (and, later, university) available, and chose to study the field of prophesy. He excelled in his classes and it was not long before his brain began to swell up, leaving him looking somewhat out of proportion. Despite the oddness of his appearance, this wasn't actually too weird; all of the great psionics “suffered” from this change, as it was a result of the high concentration of magic within their brains which lead to their visions, far-sight and, of course, their much renowned psychic powers.

At first it looked as though he would complete his studies within another few years and then be enrolled in the tactical, strategic and logistical division of the Empire's army, where he would become an esteemed and wealthy commander, helping to spread his people's influence all across the globe.

But then, one day, all of those dreams came crashing down.
When the Holy Roman Empire resurrected itself.

For years, it turned out, the people of Vatican City had been using their most potent enchantments to block the sight of the oracles of the other European countries from their plans. And then, when they were finally ready, they called up their infinite, indefatigable army from the dust, ashes and rubble that was all that remained of Rome after Italy's nuclear war with Turkey. The ground itself formed an army of gigantic golems, each of which was bonded with the soul of a departed Italian, called back from the afterlife to serve their country once more.

The British Empire had their mages, they had their technology, and they had their pride and joy; a vast navy filled with dreadnoughts whose magic-enhanced cannons were capable of taking down almost any European vessel in a single shot.

But alas, most of their forces were spread out across the colonies. They'd had no reason to suspect an attack, while the Pope and his immortal theocracy had spent decades refining their plans. In less than a week, Britain had fallen, along with almost all of the other Western countries. Once again, Europe belonged to Rome.

Knowing that, as a member of the British nobility, and therefore one of the people around whom the commoners would rally, should their ever be a rebellion, Sinclair quickly came to the realisation that it wouldn't be long before the Italians had him either arrested or killed outright. And so he fled as far as he possibly could; running off to Asia, where, after the sudden collapse of the British Empire, vast swathes of land had been rapidly reclaimed by the newly recreated Celestial Empire of China.

He was able to find employment with one of their noble houses and eventually worked his way up to the position of captain of the personal guards of the Lady Meifeng, the daughter of his master. Over the course of the next few years, though, they got to know each other better and better, eventually falling in love (Sinclair and Meifeng, that is, not Sinclair and her father). After this especially, he grew more and more devoted to protecting her, no matter the cost. Eventually, deciding that he wanted to become more powerful than his current body was capable of being, he asked her father to “upgrade” him with cybernetics, so that he would be better able to serve.

Unbeknownst to him, however, the Lord had actually discovered his daughter's relationship with Sinclair and believed it to be a betrayal of his trust and kindness. He didn't kill the Brit, however, but instead did just as he'd asked... but in a far more extreme manner than Sinclair had ever intended. The Empire had recently developed cyborgs which they called O.R.A.s; machine-soldiers with computer-minds, but which also contained living brains taken from humans with prophetic magic. These brain/computer systems meant that the machines were exemplary scout forces, since they could actually predict enemy movements before the generals had even decided to make them... and there was no chance whatsoever that they would ever betray their masters.

For the creation of Meifeng's personal bodyguard, however, the lord wanted one more powerful than any other, and so created the O.R.A.N.G.E., a dual-engined, nuclear and gyromagnetically powered version which could easily outperform any other, and held within it the vast, swollen brain of Sinclair, one of the most powerful oracles he had ever met.

Unfortunately for him, he underestimated his victim considerably. The computer's advanced A.I. tried to command his as it would any other biological brain, but soon discovered that Sinclair's mind was far more powerful than that of any of the others psions that had ever been used in the program. Unfortunately for him, though, the computer was still astoundingly intelligent. As a result, some of the A.I.'s directives ended up being imprinted upon his consciousness (making him, among other things, physically incapable of disobeying a direct order by the Lady Meifeng), while some of his human emotions were transferred to its formerly cold and logical mind. The result of this was a strange composite entity which didn't fully understand people, and was no longer entirely certain what its feelings meant... but which nevertheless adored the lord's daughter utterly, and was determined to do anything within its power to protect her. Because of these two desires, the machine-man that had been Sinclair pretended to be controlled completely by the computer, and obeyed its master's instructions, even going so far as to stand silently and stoically as the lord explained to his daughter that as punishment for going behind his back and giving herself to a mere commoner, her boyfriend had been recreated as a mindless automaton. Her father left her with it, and for a minute or so O.R.A.N.G.E. stood there as she wept, until it was certain that the old man had truly gone, and then it explained to her the truth.

It wasn't sure how it had expected her to react, however it knew that it was no longer human, and so not really much of a lover any longer, so it certainly hadn't expected her to make the decision that she did next. Frankly, even if it had still been Sinclair, it wouldn't have expected her to react that way. She knew that her father would eventually stumble across the truth, just as he had when she'd been secretly seeing Sinclair, and so she resolved to escape from him, since she knew that only then would the two of them ever have a peaceful life together.

She took her new bodyguard down to their treasury room, where her father's most valuable possessions were kept locked away. It wasn't hard for her to get them in, as she was one of the few people whom he had entrusted with the password. Once inside she stole a scroll of teleportation, and began to chant the spell printed upon it.

She had intended to teleport away to a neighbouring city, where they could then use safer, more conventional means to travel further away. Unfortunately, the lord's own personal bodyguard, an immensely powerful warlock, sensed the magic being cast, and tried to interrupt it, which would cancel her spell and leave Meifeng to be apprehended by the guards. What the warlock didn't expect, however, was to be attacked himself. The only one in the building who could hope to stand up to him for even a minute was Sinclair, and he had been told of that man's fate by his master, so when the psychic attack came, he was utterly unprepared for it, and consequently made a mistake in his own casting.

Alas, rather than allowing the scroll to be activated flawlessly, his mistake ended up introducing an element of chaos into the spell... which sent Meifeng and O.R.A.N.G.E. spinning off into an alternate dimension; far, far beyond the reach of her father...

When they awoke, now trapped in a strange, new world in which nothing made sense, Meifeng was overjoyed. At first O.R.A.N.G.E., for all its mental might, was clueless as to why, but it wasn't long before she explained it; while it was true that she'd had to leave behind everyone and everything she'd ever known, she'd been willing to do that anyway, in order to get away from her father, but now, this way, they were able to be absolutely certain that he would never find them. The human portion of O.R.A.N.G.E. was astounded by this, while the computerised part was upset by it; even with the ability to experience some emotions, which it had gained during the merger with Sinclair, it still couldn't understand them, so had no idea why anyone would ever behave that way; to give up comfort, wealth and luxury for the sake of someone else. As it was a machine created solely to serve, one might have assumed that the first personality trait that it would understand would be altruism. As it turned out, however, that was not the case.

Nevertheless, it wasn't long after her declaration that O.R.A.N.G.E. decided that it hated its composite existence, and became determined to find some way (through either magic, technology, or both together) for its human portion to be restored to its original body, and for its robotic section to be left alone in their current form (although probably with a replacement head, since there would be no need for the oversized one that it currently possessed once the brain was removed), so that they could both serve the Lady Meifeng in their own ways, and so that they could be worth the kindness that she had shown them, even after they became the abomination that was O.R.A.N.G.E..

Alas, no matter whom Meifeng and her bodyguard approached, no one knew how they could ever hope to achieve their goal, and as they hadn't thought to grab any money before foolishly fleeing her father, the two (or three, depending on how you look at it) were left with nothing.

As time passed, O.R.A.N.G.E. got into the routine of doing odd jobs for various people in order to buy food for Meifeng, and to pay the rent for the dingy little apartment which they were renting. Unfortunately, none of its employers were wealthy enough to pay much, and so they never had a great deal of money. Meifeng never once complained, though, and always remained cheerful and optimistic... but even that wasn't enough to comfort O.R.A.N.G.E., who felt that it had failed her, and grew depressed as a result (to the A.I.'s dismay, that turned out to be one of the feelings which it was actually capable of experiencing). Eventually, realising that taking menial little jobs such as the ones which it had been performing so far, and having conversations with commoners who were clueless about both magic and science, as it had also been doing so far, would get it nowhere, the cyborg oracle decided to find a better way to solve its problem. It realised that in order to come into contact with someone capable of separating its component entities, it would have to become a more public figure, rather than simply someone who laboured away in obscurity. And how best could a powerful mage with a robotic, battle-ready body become renowned?

By fighting, of course.

It didn't take it long, once it began using its prophetic visions, to find the ideal opportunity.
Exercitus Artifex: the League of Extraordinary Characters.
A tournament of sorts, run by a man named Bogus, who also owned a series of taverns. These two businesses had left the man with quite a sum of money, and his profits only grew with each consecutive battle. This competition, it seemed to O.R.A.N.G.E., would provide it with an excellent opportunity to earn some money, in order to properly provide for Meifeng, as well as provide it with the opportunity it needed to meet many other powerful people, one of whom might even be able to restore it to its former selves...

Summarised History:
A British oracle who moved to China after his country was invaded by an army of undead Italian golems, got a job with a powerful nobleman, seduced his boss' daughter, got transformed into a (supposedly) mindless automaton as punishment, and revealed to the girl that he wasn't really being controlled (although his brain did still get kinda broken), who then used a scroll to teleport them both to an alternate dimension (Elarthe).
O.R.A.N.G.E. soon decided to enter the League in the hopes of becoming famous enough to make contact with someone capable of restoring its humanity. Also, it wouldn't really have objected to winning loads of money either.

Rusty Tractor 2

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 11:46:32 PDT

Sterling, Michigan.

Rusty Tractor 1

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 11:44:04 PDT

Sterling, Michigan.

Mosquito problem.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 11:39:40 PDT

Created with the inkpad app for iPad.
mlp:fim (c) Lauren and Hasbro,
art by me.

Don't know why but this took me very long to make, and it's not even that different then my other comics.

So, there aren't many Mosquitos in my country (YET, or at least not where I live).
I hate Mosquitos, they are the trolls of Mother Nature. They have no meaning in life then to annoy people in their sleep, or making you scratch all the time.
They're so annoying, that I don't even know if its Mosquitos or mosquitoes (Internet said both was fine)

But that doesn't matter, just wack the sons of btches

That's it.

Please I had no idea how to make garlic and I think it looks more like a onion or a seashell XD.

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HOOFBRAH!!!

Epic brohoof!!!

lekablaaaaaaaamnnn!!!

Undead Suar'vaskijr

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 11:11:36 PDT

Hoping that the nightmare would be over,
after you close your eyes from reality.

- Undead Suar'vaskijr Only close to hell, you'll found this kind of quality

The demon has came back to the stable .. Once a place where fantasies could life in peace. Every color, every emotion, every gender was free to do what they want. Only... after a curse had something bad happend. Nathalie Vaskíjr had got crazy and destroyed everything that she loved int he stables. Most of the dead bodies are found on this place.. on the own graveyard. She have every soul with them.. flying as white orbs around in the stable. Buildings are falling apart, some horses came back to life as Undead creatures. What you destroyed.. will come back. Nathalie Vaskíjr life on her own now in the stable. A big place without any noice... Living in her own nightmare, but still with the passion from the small group of Undead Horses.

Undead Suar'vaskíjr is known as a Undead winged stables. We breed in Undead type of horses and also winged horses. We promote the fantasy world that stayed closed. Winged horses and Undead type of horses are taboe. We promote, train, breed and compete with them.

1. Gate
2. Temples (2 times)
3. Graveyard
4. Indoor Arena
5. Outdoor ARena
6. Lung place
7. 4 Meadows
8. Stables

9. Centeen.
10. A lot of towers
11. Castles.

Info
Stable Undead Suar'vaskíjr
Country Mulonira

Pictures Used: Yes, for the sky
Used: Photoshop, mouse and tablet / Paper, HB pensil
Time for making this: 6 Hours

© Dark1lady at Deviantart.com
You have no rights to use my art without my permission

Frontline Heavyhitter - Teoh

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 10:37:05 PDT

An OC I've been planning for a while. I've made way too many "magical heroes and villains", so I decided to make one with some sort of fantasy on a not-so-fantastic setting. Kinda like that american football game, Blood Bowl. So, a minotaur playing an american-football like game was born.

Name: Teoh
Race: Minotaurus
Age: 17
Family: His parents (his father formerly a feral minotaur. His mother, a reformed minotaur since young age) and 2 older brothers (an eldest brother, then the sister. Both reformed since youth)

On his youth, Teoh went through therapy so he could coexist with other “human” races, as feral minotaurs are known for going on wild rampages. He happily lived in a low-class house since his parents, while able to get good money, saved most of it, because minotaurs like hoarding valuables.

He eventually attended to one of the biggest highschools of the country, which was internationally recognized for their sports programs. Of those, the most popular one was Extreme Pushing, which I’d describe as American Football without a ball, where, to score, the whole opponent team had to be pushed back. Everything but weapons is permitted, including magic, superhuman strength, destroying the terrain, and so on.

While interested in all-out fights, the main reason that Teoh had to join a team was the prize: The shiniest golden trophy he had seen in his life. After all, as a minotaur, he had a primal desire to hoard gold. With his unparalleled physical strength, Teoh promised that he’d get his hands on that thing.

Abilities: Super strength, cool headed, high resistance to extreme temperatures, knows 4 languages.

Hobbies: Extreme pushing training, polishing his parents’ gold, fishing.

Dislikes: Science and anything that demands smaller fingers (like tying his shoes. He doesn't even know how)

Sjenguarde Map

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 08:30:17 PDT

Sjenguarde is a continent comprised of six countries, Arana, Fremeck, Clasnia, Terrana, Eareil, and Galer. Each of the countries is inhabited by a sentient race, Aranians, Fremecks, The Clas, Terranians, Earese, and Galern, respectively. The races all get along reasonably well, having more important things to deal with then wars and political disputes. Each race has it's own language, but Terranian, often called tradetalk, is a language spoken or understood by most. Environments change drastically, as do the animals and plants that live in them. Evolution runs rampant, creating new attributes in a matter of generations, creating species even more dangerous then the habitats that they live in. Cold in the north, and hot in the south, Sjenguarde is wracked by volcanic activity in the west and sheer cliffs in the east.

Arana
Arana is the most mountainous country, filled with volcanic and seismic activity. Magma filled valleys and dangerous steam vents are common things closer to the center, with the terrain becoming more stable and safe as you approach the borders. The ocean in the area is relatively empty, undersea volcanos and dangerous emissions make the water very hard to adapt to, making life scarce. Two large islands lie to the north, relatively protected from the volcanic nature of the mainland. Jungles grow in secluded areas, in stark contrast to the hardy, uncommon plant life elsewhere in the country, though the land eventually gives way to grasslands in the south. Animals in Arana are prone to thick hides and heavy armors, adapting any way they can to the extreme heat of their homes.
The mechanical Aranians live throughout the country, living in seclusion from one another, preferring the company of themselves rather then others. Their homes are usually underground, but well built and protected from seismic activity. They continue working on their homes as they age, and an elder Aranians home can become a maze of rooms and halls. They tend to become eccentric in their old age, often becoming even more reclusive, staying inside and tinkering with various inventions, which can be worth a significant amount in Terranian trades.

Fremeck
Icy Fremeck is mostly tundra, but there are forests along the southern and eastern borders, they work along with mountains to guard the country from its more temperate neighbors. A large sheet of ice, once a lake, covers a large portion of the tundra, windswept and completely devoid of plant life. Hot springs are common in the mountains, more the closer you get to Arana, they can be dangerous there though. The ocean is filled with ice bergs and chunks of errant ice that have broken off the islands to the north. The forests are varied in plant life, but it becomes scarce on the tundra, reduced to scrub grasses and brittle bushes. The cold effects all the inhabitants, and most have hides easily as thick as any Aranian animal.
Fremecks are a hearty, furred race native to the coast, they make their living fishing and crafting various items from the animals and plants they share the land and sea with. They make small groups of extended families, and are fiercely loyal to others of their kind, or any that can gain their trust. While most stay to the coast, some form caravans and travel from the coast all the way south to trade with the Terranians that live along the northern edge of the desert. These caravaneers are revered by other Fremecks, as their trade provides many benefits for coastal groups.

Clasnia
Clasnia ends in incredibly steep cliffs along all sides but Terrana, and steadily climbs in altitude as you head north. The southern part of the country is covered in verdant grasslands, before becoming coniferous forests and rocky hills. The northern most part of the country is a ravine and gorge filled forest, edged with caves and jagged mountain peaks. Central Clasnia has the tallest mountains on the continent, towering over anything else. A large, concave island lies to the southeast, the trees there resemble the mountains in stature, creating a forest that dwarfs anything on the mainland. The ocean floor on the eastern side of the continent is swept bare by intense currents, leaving it rocky and dangerous. Creatures here are agile in nature, and excellent climbers or expert fliers, making homes among the caves and mountains, or the grasslands.
The Clas are avian in appearance, but heavyset, with corded muscles and powerful talons. Clas are far more aggressive then the other races and are much more likely to attack other sentient races. Fighting serves many purposes in their lives, from choosing leaders, settling arguments, and even to make trades more fair/unfair. They live in nomadic tribes, travelling around Clasnia in regular patterns, and can be found anywhere in the country, depending on the season. They covet armor, and will trade or steal it at great cost, especially complete sets or ornate pieces. Tribal leaders and powerful individuals wear their armor proudly, and Clas will generally defer to those with the most impressive suits of armor. Clas are fearful of things they don't understand, and tend to keep to themselves for the most part.

Terrana
Terrana is dominated by a massive desert in the center, surrounded by a band of grasslands, (that are more of a savannah) as well as mountains, the entire country is hot and arid. The desert is filled with huge dunes of sand, and pockets of dense cacti-like growth, where much of it's life and water is found. The savannah is dry, but home to many herds of animals and plant species. Terrana is the only country without a coast, and has no lakes and few large rivers, making water sources uncommon. Animals in the savannah tend to stay close to what water there is, and creatures in the desert are either nocturnal or subterranean.

Small in stature and fish-like in appearance, Terranians are tiny traders native to the sandy desert. They chatter constantly in their language, sometimes even to themselves, and are often fluent in the language of other races as well. The build cities along the edges of the desert, always with a huge marketplace. Terranians love to trade, and often hoard numerous items in their burrow like homes. What is valuable is dependent entirely on the individual, so making a trade can be easy or difficult depending on what you have to offer. They believe in fair trade, and despise cheaters and thieves, and often get angry when traders want to offer things they have no interest in.

Eareil
Eareil has less land than any other country, restricted to tide swept beaches and a tropical archipelago. The beaches are home to an abundance of tide pools and tiny streams, and many tropical trees and swamp plants grow along the waters edge. The Islands to the south west are covered in dense jungles, bursting with species of all kinds. Under the sea entire under water forests are formed from sea plants such as kelp, and large coral beds create a home for many aquatic creatures. A deep trench separates the islands from the mainland, also home to many forms of life. Due to the lack of land many creatures are aquatic, or at least amphibious.
Earese are bipedal reptilians, with scales that come in every shade of blue and green. They are adept swimmers, but cannot breathe under water. Earese are poisonous, and can spit their venom to deadly effect. Due to their physical form they have difficulty speaking most languages other then their own, but can still speak some tradetalk, with effort. They make their homes in island villages that are often spread out and extensive, housing many Earese. Adventurous and with a love of travel, they sail all around the continent providing trade (and trouble) to all other races. Earese have a loose sense of law, and generally obey only their own rules, making dealings and visits to their villages relatively chaotic, as you never really know what they are willing to due. Theft is common among them, and paying for crimes is something that happens in the dead of night with a long bladed knife.

Galer
Galer is covered with dense jungles and rainforests, stagnant swamps, and flooded basins. Trees and plants permeate every part of the country, and it lies far beneath the cliffs that circle most of the borders. There is extensive swampland in the north, as well as some more in the south. A large amount of the forest floor is actually beneath water, and the plants and animals have adapted to life either in the trees or the static water below. Plants and animals exist in more species here then anywhere else on Sjenguarde, and almost all of it is vibrant and diverse. The cliffs of Clasnia extend all the way to the south, as does the abrasive currents of the eastern ocean, making ocean life almost non existent.
Galern are a secretive, insectoid race that interacts little with the other races, while they accept traders and visitors freely, it is very rare to see a Galern traveller. Tall and thin, they wear delicate pieces of clothing and armor, crafted specially to accommodate their wings and segmented limbs. While they cannot fly, they can use their wings to slow falling, and even glide depending on their weight. While they are capable of speech, most communicate with slight sounds and delicate hand movements. They have large cities in the jungle, and often mine and smelt metals from beneath the cliffs and mountains of the border, using it to create weapons, armor, tools, and other functional things. These things are considered very valuable, and many traders make trips into the jungle to obtain them.

country life

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 08:23:26 PDT

Kayto ~ Ref

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 08:03:51 PDT

I was thinking about making him a while ago. And since I got Sai back, I thought I could make him now c:
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Personality
Strong minded, witty, cocky, smart arse, funny, cheeky, brave, without care, reckless.
Untrusting, distant, hot headed.

Past
Kayto was a guard dog on a farm in the out backs of America, he was a good one too, he chased everyone/thing away that shouldn't of been there. Though, one time the farm came across three people that were trying to take the animals and little money they had. His owners shot, dead, he'd still try and save the place he grew up. One of the was a witch and saw the fire and anger in his eye and would attempt to turn him into a demon, and a slave to them. Yes, he turned partly demon, with power of fire, but not a slave.

He wears the gas mask as protection from the smoke that his fire made. His bandage was to hide a burn and shot wound from when he younger.

TS: [link] <-- Also his voice, due to his country life style
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Too lazy to edit anything that isn't right so... yeah. : P

Rain Is A Good Thing

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 07:41:56 PDT

(Description at the end)

My daddy spent his life, looking up at the sky
He cussed, kicked the dust sayin' son it's way too dry
The clouds up in the city, the weather man complains,
But where I come from, rain is a good thing
Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey!
Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky
Back roads are boggin up my buddies pile up in my truck
we hunt our hunnies down, we take them into town
Start washing all our worries down the drain, rain is a good thing!!
That was half of the song.

But yus this picture shows Killroy, Johnathon, And Walter when before walter started eternaly crying. He owns a farm and Johnathon and Killroy always helped him but there was never enough rain in the country. but then when it rained it was a merical to them. They would play in the mud and also it would help the crops and animals.

~Wolfdomo~

+Second Life+

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 07:41:10 PDT

I have, a dream, of starting a life
I have, a hope, a flame alight
This is the moment, freedom is calling
This is my start, a new beginning

I have, a heart, it beats for you
A step at the time, our spirits renewed
Living together under the sun
Our hearts will beat as one, as one...

[link] <- Full version
[link] <- Normal version

This is for Thafnine...

I thought that the ''From another world'' thingy for your OC was all made up until when I realised your home country. I never know the feeling of moving away from your home country to another foreign world, where everything is new, and you have to spend some years to get used to it and know everything. Yet, most immigrants still remember their home country... Umm... yeah.

So yeah...

Top fashions leave trail of contamination

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 07:30:19 PDT

Newport International Group

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Many fashion brands continue to use toxic chemicals which, among other things, are damaging to the world's fish population. Industry experts hope they can convince companies to start using non-toxic substitutes soon.
newport international group - "Clothing companies are using the rivers of the world like sewers," says Manfred Santen from environmental organization, Greenpeace. Still, despite these strong words, Santen has not yet given up hope in his quest to convince the worldwide fashion industry to be more environmentally-friendly with the fabrics they use. For the German-based chemicals expert, it is the toxins used during the production of textiles that is the biggest area for concern.
Some chemicals currently used in clothes production are carcinogenic or influence the hormonal system, he says.
"In the countries where the production takes place, these chemicals end up in the nearby rivers through factory sewage systems," according to Santen. Later, after the clothes are sold to consumers in other countries and washed for the first time there, the chemicals are also released again. This threatens drinking water standards and is also a problem for marine life, which is eventually exposed to the polluted water.- newport international group

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FFYL Character Sheet - O.R.A.N.G.E.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:10:51 PDT

Luna .:Ref:.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:53:54 PDT

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NAME: 月 Luna | Elle
AGE: 14 (going on 35...)
DOB: November 3rd
Size: 4' 10" | 98 lbs.
GENDER: Female (duh... _{I hope lol})
NATIONALITY: Irish, German, English, Dutch... (A mix of European countries)

PERSONALITY:
Luna is a kind, smart, outgoing and creative girl. She reads more than any average teenager, anything from fiction to fact books, giving her an extensive amount of knowledge. Her deep understanding of things also shows in her maturity for her age.
When you first meet her, she is very shy and reserved, acting proper and polite. But, when you really get to know her, you'll find she's a hyper-active loud dramatic girl. She's still polite of course, but much more likely to speak her mind with someone she's comfortable with.
Luna is creative and full of imagination. She's very childish in this sense, but it doesn't outweigh her maturity. Because of this, she never runs out of ideas to write about, characters to create, or things to draw. Her mind is constantly thinking, wondering, and inquiring. Her ability to learn quickly and retain information makes her smart, even allowing her to enter school early (being the youngest and smallest in the class...) Because she entered school early, Luna was smaller and younger than all of her classmates. This, however, didn't bother her at first and she quickly made friends.
Overall, she's nice to (almost) everyone she meets, the gears in her mind are always whirring, and outwardly she's a different person than that of the person on the inside.

LOOKS OVERVIEW:
Small, built but skinny, long thick blonde hair (usually worn in a braid or messy bun), sky blue eyes, fair skin, pink rosy cheeks, light freckles on bridge of nose, round face, wears a variety of things usually colored shirts with jeans or neutral shorts, commonly wears tank-tops, vintage key necklace (but wears almost any kind of jewelry), green, purple and pink friendship bracelet (always worn, never takes it off), flip-flops, converse or bobs (Uggs or boots in the winter), often times is found with self-drawn pen tattoos all over her body lol, often times found wearing her favorite color, loves ribbons and bows

BIO:
Ever since Luna could hold a marker, she loved to draw. Her passion for art and creating became more evident as she grew. She learned to speak at an early age and was constantly asking questions and inquiring about the world. Her ability to retain knowledge also became evident, and Luna was put into school early, kindergarten at the age of four. Now with art class, her passion for art just became stronger. She quickly made friends with everyone she could, being a talkative child after she had been in the classroom with her classmate for a while. Going into school early meant that she was the youngest in the class, and in this case, also the smallest. At first, her height didn't bother her much as a young child, but when her friends began to grow, the difference in size became evident. Luna didn't grow as fast or as much as her classmates, and continued to be the shortest. In late elementary school, her confidence was beginning to crumble. Bullying started emerging from the other classmates, and from other people in general. Her openness towards others faded, and Luna became quiet and shy. As time went on, this progressed, and she was only loud and open-mouthed with her closest friends.
Eventually, as middle school neared, something else began to occur. Drama... Her many friends were starting to bail out on her. Of course, many middle schoolers searching for themselves tend to follow the 'in-crowd', which Luna did not feel at all compelled to follow. Soon, all but a few friends were left, the rest barely even talking to her, and worse, when they did, they spoke to her like a small child. Luna's once perfect life was shaken, and more drama proceeded. It seemed making friends was becoming harder and harder, and soon she found herself eating lunch alone. Utterly abandoned and feeling like a freak, Luna had nowhere else to turn but her imagination; her art and writing. She did more and more of this, every once and a while attracting attention from others with her ability to draw. But other than those onlookers, she had no one, she spoke with the teachers at recess. (which she found much more intellectually pleasing and enjoyable.) Still feeling like a misplaced freak, she didn't know what to do. Eventually, through prayer and adult's help, she found a way to boost her confidence. As she left middle school, her confidence was definitely higher than it had been in a long time. She had found her voice and wasn't afraid to speak her mind, not caring what other's thought of her height or maturity. As slipped into the summer before starting high school, another incident occurred. Something terrible was happening, and soon she found much of what she ate gave her stomach aches. Feeling once more like a freak, she found out the problem was a disease, Crohn's, though she didn't follow the common effects of the disease, she was found in the 5th percentile of rare cases. The healing process of her rare case was a bit stressful and painstaking, so she distracted her mind with more art and writing.
Eventually, she began to recover a bit, and high school started. Realizing this was a chance to re-start, she put her head up and tried her best to make friends, but at first it was quite difficult with whispers hanging over her head like "Do you think she goes to this school?" and "Who's little sister is that?". The first few months were quite difficult, but eventually something happened. Just by being herself, she began to find people like her, smart 'outcasts' who valued her for who she was. She was overjoyed to have found so many friends who didn't care how tall she was.
Art classes though her school also allowed her to increase her talents. Learning new techniques and even becoming the head of her art class proved not only to others, but to herself, that she was worth something. For years struggling with who she was, the picture was starting to become clearer. At the end of her first year, Luna's identity was almost completely clear, not caring who thought what of her (except for teachers, she was always herself around them, but always tried to act a little more dignified than she did in drama class...)
Overall, Luna is an 'outcast' from the popular 'in-crowd' but isn't afraid to be herself. Because of this, she has many friends and talents. Her confidence was shaken at first, but by convincing herself she was worth something, Luna boosted her confidence level and became the best she could be.

LOVES:
Rainy days
Sweets, but mostly ICE CREAM
Iron Man ♥
Music
ART
Writing
Autumn
Color
Cats, dogs, owls, foxes, wolves (animals in general...)
Vintage
Keys
Chips & salsa
Stars & space (including some theories of aliens and stuff hehe )
Designing things
Reading
Old books
ACTING, darling.

Warriors
Harry Potter
Percy Jackson
Coraline (the book)
uhh... wip, mkay? I'm tired and can't think atm...
So much more...

ACCESSORIES:
Always carries a notebook and pencil (or her tablet and computer)
Always has her iPod, music is a must
Loves stuffed animals, especially her owl plushie and her kitten plushie
Usually is found with a book of some sort
Brown flap over bag
Loves necklaces and bracelets, especially if they are unique (loves simple pendants on necklaces)

TALENTS:
Art (drawing, designing, visual eye)
Retaining knowledge
Playing piano
Acting (lovelovelove)
Writing

ASPIRES:
Author
Illustrator/ Graphic designer/ Web designer
Actress
Geologist
(is that too much...? XD)

Well, sorry for that extremely long description, kudos to anyone who read it lol
So, I've had Luna in my head for quite some time now, and in case you can't tell, she's me. Even her bio is true... hehe
She's my OC, main girl etc.
I'll probably add to her description every once and a while, it's really late right now, so I can't think of all of my favorite things atm lol
She also has an animal form coming soon!

P.S.- this is my 600th deviation! Wowie! I thought I would do something meaningful, like creating a character that will represent me and hopefully stick around a while. A long while...

Anywho, enjoy ~

Artwork & Character © Moon-DaZzLe
SAI, about 2-3 hours
(I think the description took at least an hour and a half hehe, so overall submission of this baby took almost four hours!)

Prolugue where things went wrong

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:53:15 PDT

[link] Since time began, there have been life, and ones who are forced or willing to take it. The lions of the east fought the greedy wolves from the west and the sneaky foxes of the north. Foxes from the north battle the arrogant lions and the wicked wolves. The wolves fought the cruel lions and the weak foxes. So it was decided that they remain at their homes in order to keep blood from shedding by the order of the spirits of the afterlife. But hundreds of years since the great earth shake and the wolves were driven by most of their homes by the lions and soon they attack in the fox lands and enslaved them. Soon after that a two mates, bounded together by love set out to find the gate of the afterlife and regain order to the countries of the three predictors. Only having hope and love to help them on their quest.

Rust and Wire

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:55:06 PDT

some stuff holding a "lattice" type thing together for flowers

DyrgeRef

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:11:36 PDT

Name: Dyrge ("Guide"), IE Richard Harding
Gender: Male
Family: Carol (wife), Linda and Ashlin (Daughters), Scath and David (sons-in-law), Ferus and Savis and Kai (Grandchlidren), Rosebell and Connor and Marc (Great-grandchildren)
Personality: Easy - a tough, cursing, somewhat racist (more stereotypical, think of your grandparents), but loving and dedicated father, grandfather, brother, and son. He has a mischievious streak, a great memory, and a deep work-ethic...when he wants. He enjoys nature, good food, and smoking. He isn't very violent, but can turn down right nasty if he needs to.
Backstory: Once a soldier with a deep-seated love of country, he also has a deep hatred of his father - only managing to not kill him because his father never spoke a bad word to his mother. He lost his wife early(Kai never knew her) but kept going long enough to see his grandchildren. He has a close relationship with Kai, they have a great deal in common (including their hetro-chromia). He dies during Kai's life and she mourns him deeply. Along with his daughter Ashlin, they keep track of Kai - even beyond the grave, he is her guiding light.
Interesting bits: Like Kai he has hetrochromia: his left eye is dark brown and his right is grey. He also has the Harding characteristic 'tuft' of hair on his head (Ashlin carries this trait into Kai). He has the same tail tipping as Kai, but it has faded a great deal. Two scars - across the nose and on his cheek. Interestingly the cheek one looks like Kai's.
He and Bane hate each other with a passion - he once chased Bane's brother Scath off with a shot gun. Too bad he came back.

I forgot to color his nose...opps :/

That's Dyrge!
Dyrge (c)

..Sosei Isha ...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:09:01 PDT

_{New main for poki. Arok will still be around, but I will be using this guy more ;u;

Name: Sosei Isha

Pokemon: Lopunny

Age: 24

Village: Gale Spring fiveverBU//hit

Job: Healer/Medicine Man

Ability: Klutz

Attacks:

-Ice beam

-Heal Bell

Personality: Sosei is a polite figure. He will address everyone he meets with the honorific -san unless addressed otherwise. He is able to cast a soothing feeling amongst his patients to ease the experience, but of course it is due to his calming personality than any special effects like a milotic has. It is hard to rile the Lopunny, but once you do, he will act very coldly and ask you to leave. He is also very easily taken off guard, so it's easy to catch him by surprise.

Likes: Sosei likes the basic things: a sunny day, mild manner patients, and nothing to disturb his practice. However, he does have a fondness for sweets and small children. Bells also catches his fancies and he pays attention to the details of the crest on his clothes. Whether or not they mean something, no one knows. His favorite vegetable is lettuce.

Dislikes: Sosei is like anyone else; he does not like a person to get in his face when they are angry. He has had bad mannered patients before, but because of his oath to medicine, has to tolerate them as well. Not really a dislike but he is often put out by dominant women, so going to see Hisako the ninetales at her shop is more of a chore than a welcomed activity. He also surprising hates the vegetables carrots and broccoli, claiming that the taste was too bitter for him.

History:

Sosei has had an ordinary life. The youngest kitten in his mother's litter, he was always overlooked or set aside for an older brother or sister. The misguided neglect did affect the boy, but as with all lonely children, he turned to books to be his companions instead. Often sneaking into his father's library, he would find the books for medicine and would wonder why his samurai father would have these. His father explained that a branch of their family used to be medicine people, but when the wars came to their lands, they had to drop their herbs and instead take up arms to protect their loved ones. It was fascinating to the young Buneary, but did that mean he had to stay a warrior? He had no talent for the sword and his combat skills were mediocre at best. So, one day, he came to his father and straightforwardly asked to become a medicine man.

The elder lopunny had always wondered what to make of his youngest son, so at his request, he more or less let him do what he wanted. While he wasn't the best attentive father, he did care for his children and if it made his son happy, then so be it. So the search was cast for a teacher, which Sosei would find one day by the stream. He had noticed some herbs growing there, and it was here that he would meet the gastrodon woman that would be his master. Crass and rude, she was the boy's opposite and rejected the first time he asked. But Sosei would not give up and stubbornly he went after her, until finally she would agree if it got the boy to stop being annoying.

Unfortunately, that meant that the gastrodon's solitary lifestyle would be disrupted. She now had to care for a ten year old boy AND teach him her craft, something she was not the best at. Sosei's days in her care would be... interesting to say the least, though they mostly involved him trying not to be eaten by the wild pokemon that wandered near her home or not starve to death from the lack of food. But the buneary worked diligently and grabbed whatever lessons he could from the gastrodon. It wasn't until he was fifteen that his master would take him seriously and then his real training began, which was, to say the least, worse than his past experiences before.

Shortly before turning seveenten, Sosei would meet and fall in love with a lovely Snorunt girl named Kikyo. This made the buneary worked harder, determined to earn a craft and stable job so he could compete with the suitors for her hand. In the end, however, it was his family's money that helped win the race and the two were married in the fall. Sosei had evolved into a Lopunny then and together the newly married couple would settle for a new life.

Few years later, at the age of twenty-two, Sosei would return to his family's home, alone and a changed man. He told his father in no less words that his wife had gone missing, and when the man offered to send a party of men to search for him, the lopunny declined and asked instead for some money and passage to the neighboring country of Pokimono. When asked his reasons for going so far, Sosei merely replied that everywhere he went, he saw his wife's face, and that he needed a new start. By this admission, his father thought the girl to be dead, but when pressed, Sosei refused to answer.

So once again, the father tried to show his son that he loved him by obliging to his request, gaining him passage and helped him settle within Pokimono. Oddly enough, instead of finding a home in the warm of Scorched, he settled for the icy cold north of Gale Springs, to which he practices his trade within a small hut in the terrian than the Village itself.

Additional Info

- He is quite tall, almost 6'1.

- Hasn't cut his hair since he was seventeen. Sometimes this is a problem because it does get caught into things.

-He sometimes collabs with the doctor Seirin, but often times does his trade on his own.}

The darkness of our home

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:04:17 PDT

Though we may be separated from Republicans and Democrats, and Government and People, we are all Americans. This is our home. This is the land so many fought and died for years ago, and are still doing so today. We are American. We are brave. We are strong. We do make wrong choices, but that's life. Of course our Government isn't the best. The people can protest, but we can not stop them completely. We don't want war with other countries. The citizens are not what you think. Americans are just like everyone else on this world.
But, our country is in dark times. Of course, our country has never been one hundred percent problem free, but we've had better. The crimes, the shootings.. it' horrible. It's tragic. The shootings at schools, the shooting in the cities, the shootings at theaters, the shootings on the streets.. The murders are nothing to be proud of. Our home is being torn apart by those who want to murder. Chicago, New York City, Detroit, St.Louis, San Fransisco, and other towns and cities.. Of course, they are never crime free. But things have gotten worse. Living conditions are worse. But, whether you are poor, fat, skinny, rich, man, woman, child, teen, senior citizen, black, white, Asian, Chinese, Mexican, Hispanic, other, you are an American. If you live in this land, and love your country, fight for it. I don't mean go to war. I mean, be proud of it. We may be entering dark times, and maybe even worse times down the road, but it's still our home. And we must keep it our home. The America we fought to have over two hundred years ago.
Stop the crime. Don't kill your fellow neighbors, peers. Let the children of America grow up and become great citizens. Look for a brighter future. Look for a brighter future, and work for a brighter future, for us, our children, our children's children, and future generations to come.

P.S
I realize the United States is not the only country that is having a hard time right now. Good luck to every country out there in the world. Stay safe out there everyone. It's a dangerous world we live in.

A Jewel at Dawn

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:54:44 PDT

Couldn't resist shooting the sunset through the trees.

A South Dakota Sunset

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:55:37 PDT

A sunset in Eastern South Dakota.

A Giant at Dusk

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:53:40 PDT

CK and KD at High School Dance

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:14:12 PDT

This is for , who wants to see his two OCs, CK and KD, kissing. Let's just say I turned it up a notch, for it is as they say, 'some pictures are like a story.'

After a good night of dancing, CK and KD go by the lake beside the high school. There they discuss how fun the dance was and how the students cheered them on. CK wondered if KD will be able to stay here, not just in his country, but with him. He then proposed to KD. Feeling moved, she replied a sweet and soft 'yes.' In joy, CK lifts up KD and they kiss ever so warmly under the moonlight. Little did they notice that Adam watches from behind a bush plain out of sight, and he thought 'Atta boy, CK.' It was at that point that the life of CK and KD together will be a sweet one.

Hope you like it.

Music: [link]

Adam Z Mausu (c)
CK and KD (c)

Tsvangir

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 18:35:13 PDT

Alright, here is the next set of parents. This is Xenon and Vinca's father and mother, Chienge and Althaia Tsvangir. If anyone has ever been curious what my cyclops babies are dark-skinned even though cyclops are greek and never saw the old picture of these two, well, now you know! xD

Here's some additional info on them:

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Chieng Tsvangir
Relationship to Xenon/Vinca: Father
Race: Human
Where he's from: Africa
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Sexuality: Heteroromantic Heterosexual
Marital Status: Married to Althaia
Age: 47 years old
Profession: Runs a greenhouse that supplies the plants to the Tsvangir's Flower Shop
Family: Various extended relatives over America and Africa.

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Althaia Tsvangir
Relationship to Xenon/Vinca: Mother
Race: Cyclops
Where She's From: Greece
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8" (and is a bit of a runt for her race)
Sexuality: Heteroromantic Heterosexual
Marital Status: Married to Chieng
Age: 78 years old (but appears early to mid 30s due to how her race ages)
Profession: Runs the family's flower shop
Family: Various extended family over in Greece and a few others scattered around Europe.

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Them as a Couple
Where they Met: Near his homeland in Africa, she was visiting the country out of wanting to explore different lands, and ended up getting attacked by a wild animal, of which he saved her from. He nearly lost his live and sustained various injuries including the ones that scarred his face in doing so, but a bond was formed from the act.
How Long They Were Together: A few weeks after he saved her they first started to date and have been together ever since, for around 30 years. (he was about 18 at the time)

The Tsvangir's are a very loving, supportive couple for each other and their extensive amount of children (Portea, Xenon, Vinca, Hesperus, Kharon, Ayo and Payo all being their children). They love their family dearly and would protect them however they need to. they moved away from Chiengs homeland because many from his village did not accept their love, and even went so far as to try and attack Althaia. They moved around the world for many years, even after having children, causing their kids to have to constantly move and spend mos tof their life in one place for no more then a few years before they were moving again.

Eventually they made home in New Salem where Monster High is and have no plans on moving anytime soon, wanting to finally give their family a place they can truly call their own. They started up their own flower shop and greenhouse and so far have been doing very well.

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Chieng, Althaia, Xenon, Vinca and art (c) =iAriaArt

Monster High Parents Series Links
Biff's | Draven's | Jeanette's | Xenon's/Vinca's

Second Confederate-American War - concessions

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 17:58:31 PDT

After the Confederate War of Independence, containment of the newly-independent Confederacy became the chief foreign policy concern of the United States. To that end came US support for a strong Mexican state as a counter-weight to the Confederacy in the Caribbean, where the US could no longer easily project power. When Confederate veterans began launching filibusters in Central American and Caribbean states in the second half of the 1860s, anger within the US led to heavy financial and material support for Benito Juarez against the French and their puppet king Maximilian. Juarez and his supporters retook the country in early 1868, with the French fleeing in disgrace; Maximilian only barely escaped, and would have lived the rest of his life in obscurity if not for the persistent calls by the Mexicans for his extradition. The increasingly close relationship between the US and Mexico was codified in 1870 in a treaty between Mexican President Juarez and US President Horace Greeley, a defensive alliance that saw continued US investment in Mexico's industrial base and military. By 1890, Mexico, while still catching up to the US, was easily a match for the Confederacy.

The CS, meanwhile, came to be dominated by planter aristocrats and the military. Fear of the ongoing "encirclement" of the nation by the US-Mexican alliance produced a highly militarized society where the generals and admirals of the CS Army and Navy arguably had more power than the elected leaders in the national capital of Columbus, Georgia. This paranoia only increased with the fall of the last remaining "filibuster" states in Nicaragua and Costa Rica in 1881. Most wealth was in the form of ownership of land and slaves, and the people who owned both were keen on protecting that wealth; to this end, the CS saw little industrial development outside of primary industries (lumber, mining) and what was needed to support the military (railroads between key cities, machine shops). While the CS was wealthy on paper, most of that wealth was concentrated at the top, with white subsistence farmers living better than the black slaves only by a matter of degrees. The military was the chief route to success for poor whites, many of them inundated with constant propaganda demanding revenge against the US for the continued "occupation" of northern and western Virginia and eastern Tennessee (the states of Rappahannock, Vandalia, and Franklin, respectively).

The Second Confederate-American War began in spring 1894, when slave catchers from the CS went into a border town in Kentucky and proceeded to capture 27 escaped slaves and even six free black US citizens. The American press erupted in calls for revenge against this violation of their borders; the Confederate press responded by demanding that the US respect the property rights of CS citizens, and establish provisions for the return of escaped slaves. By this point, the CS was a pariah state, the world's patience with its "peculiar institution" running out -- Britain was mulling an embargo on trade with the CS over the issue of slavery, Germany had already instituted one in 1892 for the same reason, and abolitionist groups in many countries led successful boycotts of Confederate cotton and tobacco. When the CS refused to allow the extradition of the slave catchers and the return of the six US citizens they had kidnapped, the US declared war; Mexico followed suit three days later.

The heavy militarization of the CS was the only thing that prevented the Second Confederate-American War from being a total curb-stomp victory for the US and Mexico. The city of Vicksburg, Mississippi in particular became a symbol of resistance in the CS in late 1894, and much literature, theater, and poetry was written glamorizing the city's defenders. Even so, by the beginning of 1896 the war was all but over, the CS capital of Columbus, Georgia in Union hands and Confederate control limited to patches of northern Florida and southern Alabama and Georgia. The peace treaty saw the US annex Virginia, Tennessee, Arkansas, and Louisiana, with the intention of giving the land in those states to the newly-freed slaves. It also annexed the counties of Dade and Monroe in southern Florida, establishing a naval presence at Miami and at Key West. Mexico annexed the parts of Texas south of the Nueces and west of the Pecos, with the rest of the state, cut off from the rest of the CS, established as an independent republic. Both Texas and the rump CS had new constitutions drafted that expressly outlawed slavery, and were forced to give many economic concessions to US and Mexican businesses.

Flame-Ref-Sheet

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 17:33:57 PDT

Name: Flame
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Species: Houndoom
Birthday: July 16, 1989
Job: Scout
Weapon: Baseball Bat, with nail drove through it
Nature: Bold
Ability: Flamebody
Characteristic: Likes to fight
Moveset:
Thunder fang
Fire fang
Flamethrower
Foul Play
History: Flame was born a country girl, growing up with her mother, father, and loyal pooch Ty. She had no siblings, so she was an only child. She had a pretty good life, and when she graduated High School, she went on to help her mom on the farm. She was out one day getting food, when a very strange old man started limping to her. He was a Pikachu, and when he got near her, she could clearly see he was not safe. She backed away and ran home. When she got there, blood soaked the field, and her mom and father where no where to be found. Ty had run away, and was no where to be found. She found out it was because of the people who took that vaccine. She grabbed her baseball bat, which had been laying underneath an overturned work bench, and took off. She was very quick to spot the hospital, and they let her in with a few tests.
Hobbies: Playing baseball, writing stories, drawing
Likes: Watching kids(not in that way you weirdos!!!), telling the stories she has wrote, and singing
Dislikes: loud noises, zombie Pikachu's, and people who are stuck up
Extra: Flame loves to smell the scent of rain, and the wet dirt, and she loves to look out at the stars at night. She was diagnosed with insomnia when she was young, so she doesn't sleep very long. She is covered in dirt and blood, because she had to fight some zombies along the way. She refers to zombies as "Walkers"

HG: Meixiu

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 16:39:06 PDT

I'm sorry for two apps in a row you guys sob I'm working on real art soon
ALSO IM SORRY FOR THE SPELLING AND GRAMMAR ERRORS

Name: " My name is Li Meixiu . Yes , it's a girl name get over it. . . "
Age: " I'm eight-teen years old "
Gender: " I'm a boy "
Blood Type: " My blood type is A "
Height: " I'm 5'0 which is 152 cm "
Birthday: " My birthday is March 27th . "
Specialty: " Who am I?! I'm a fashion police of course! I specialize in Fashion Designing . "
Sub-Specialty (optional): " Does cooking count ? If so I really love cooking Asian cuisines although I'm not half bad at Italian as well."

Personality:

|| Humble ||
|| " H..Huh? My design? A..Ahh.. Thank you , but I don't think it's really that good no need to get all excited over it! I'm still a beinnger , but . . . Thank ..y..ou.. " ||

|| Honest - Straight forward ||
|| " You're really annoying you know that?! You talk too much and you're rude at that! Please learn some manners! This will help you in the present and future gosh . . . " ||

|| Mother Hen ||
|| " Oi... I know it's not my business , but . . . Did you just throw away your greens and veggies?! We're still growing young adults! We need all the nutritious goodness from those foods! --! Hey! Don't walk away from me! Finish your food and grow big and strong! " ||

|| Coward ||
|| " S...Shit .. What do I do ... I want to run away ... I'm sorry .. I don't have the courage to help you ... I'm a pretty horrible person .. Forgive me for running . . . * Walks the other way . * " ||

|| Calm ||
|| " Calm down... I understand we're in a pretty back situation right now but... Freaking out will only make it worse. Take a deep breath and lets think rationally." ||

|| Slllooooowww... ||
|| " Huh? ... I don't get it .." * 2 hours later at a completely random time * " HAHAHAHA!!! I GET IT NOW!!! MAN!! YOU'RE SO FUNNY!!! " ||

Preferred Activities:

" I prefer to stay at home or go out on nice days and sketch out designs in my head of course! I love to cook as well. I may not seem like it , but i'm a pretty damn good at sewing if I do say so myself . . . I love to swim as well . "

Likes ||Dislikes:

" Let me think.... What do I like and hate . . . Ah! I really love reading and watching old classic films even if it sounds lame.. Nothing beats old white and black movies.. They're masterpieces . . . Of course movies in this day and age are good, but I hate horror movies so much and gore at that ... Eww.... * Shivers * "

" I like bitter and sour things! I don't really like sweets so. . . I'll probably puke if I ate anything too sweet. "

" I like being mistaken for one. I don't know if that even counts haha . . . I really don't like it when a girl or guy is too conceited . . . It's so annoying . "

" I LOVE PIGS !!!! They're the cutest things in the world ahhhh ...~ On the flip side I really don't like chickens for some odd reason. I won't eat anything that is chicken or produced by a chicken ."

" I really love wearing clothes bigger than me! It's really comfortable ! "

" I hate overly horny and sexual active people.. Don't they have shame!! S..Save it for marriage ! "

Backstory:

" I wonder where I even begin with how I even ended up in this school. Actually I wonder how I would even state how I ended up in Japan. I'll try my best to make it as short as possible without going into too much detail about unnecessary things. "

" I was actually born in Hongkong. The thing was, my parents bore me at a young age so they wouldn't be able to take care of me to the fullest potential. Even so they wanted to try and raise me. Both were teen parents so it was difficult from start until finish. By the time I was seven years old they knew that I deserved better than what I was getting. Being a young child I thought that my parents didn't love me and were selling me off. Silly, right? Anyway, that was when my aunt and uncle would come and adopt me. The process was a long and tedious one so, I wasn't able to actually move with them to Tokyo, Japan until I was nine years old. "

" This, you could say was the start of a new chapter in my life. I was a quiet child. Well who wouldn't be?! I'm 9 years old and suddenly I have brand new parents and I'm living in a whole frikkin different country! I was hesitant to get to know them or even get near them since... Well . . . I was scared if I got attached they would leave me like my real mother and father would. I soon realized that they wouldn't leave me at all. Coming to pick me up and waiting for me at elementary school and the same with middle school. I was about 13 when I truly started to trust them. "

" During my time where I was all alone I actually grew an interest in drawing. To be more specific fashion designing. Haha, weird right?! I'm a boy yet growing up I loved to play with the sewing machine, measuring tapes, different fabrics and all of that fun stuff most boys my age wouldn't like. I actually got beat up once coming back from school because I had.. Erm.. Glitter on myself. That day I was jumped... I went home crying to my parents. Oh right! I call my aunt and uncle my father and mother now because they were by now. My parents wasn't to do something about it, but I told them not to. I wanted to do something else since. Fire plus fire only makes a bigger fire. "

" Now that was when my life took another turn. I wanted to prove to them that even if I was doing a girl thing I would be able to get a lot farther in life and be more successful than they ever would. Yes, that was my drive that ignited my passion for fashion designing. From that day on I truly put my heart and soul into my dreams. Everything in life is 1% talent and 99% hard-work right? I definitely did not have the talent at the beginning , but I truly did put in a lot of hard work. With hard work comes rewards. Those rewards contain money prizes, my designs to be looked at by professionals. Actually this only happened once since it was a junior competition... I wasn't anywhere as good as the pros since I wasn't allowed to part take in that division anymore. That just made me strive to improve even more with my clothing to get to be recognized by my rivals. "

" Honestly I still got beat up, but I got beat up and make fun of in style . One day my parents told me to part take in a competition for a scholarship reward in getting into a well known school called Hoshino Gakuen. Even I heard of this famous school. God damn, no way in fucken hell would I be able to even win or get close to a scholarship to get into this school. The competition had just begun and we have months before the final results. I took a go at it and hopefully I would be able to win SOMETHING at least. Oh god please at least let me get away from these bullies. Time passed and before I knew it the results came out and I was one of the finalist . Being a finalist I was rewarded a scholarship to the school and then. . . A different turn in my life started. I was finally away from those fucken bullies. That was the greatest damn thing about this. "

|| Additional Info ||

[link]

~~For now because you know... What woman would want you when you're shorter and lighter also probably more fragile than most women LMFAO -- ||~~

Happy Five Months Baby 6-16-13

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 15:26:28 PDT

Heading down south to the land of the pines
I'm thumbing my way into North Caroline
Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights

I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey mama rock me

Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a southbound train
Hey mama rock me

Running from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now

Oh, north country winters keep a getting me
Now I lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey mama rock me

Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a southbound train
Hey mama rock me

Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly, had a nice long toke
But he's a heading west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee

And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby calling my name and I know that she's the only one
And if I died in Raleigh, at least I will die free

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey mama rock me

Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a southbound train
Hey mama rock me
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Wow, I cannot believe it's been five months with him. It feels like just yesterday we were sharing that first kiss in the coldness of January. Or the first time we made eye contact, on Damon's (Tyler's friend) porch. Mike was walking his dog past Damon's house, I was on the porch with Damon and Tyler. Tyler was holding me close, Mike walked over to us and was like "Hi!" I just stood there in utter silence, staring into those blue eyes. It was then, I knew we were soulmates. He was like me in every way, our laughs, our fears, our loves, our likes, our loses. Everything. But, now he is mine. And I am thankful to say that I'm finally in love.
Song- Wagon Wheel by Old Crow Medicine Show (Mike and I's song)

A Grand Adventure [TT Sport Horse Cup]

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 14:24:34 PDT

_{I know I've been a little inactive lately, and this monster is mostly to blame. This, and a whole bunch of other WIPs that may or may not ever be completed. Either way, I hope to be a bit more active now that this beast is out of the way.

If you were wondering, it's my entry for the True Tempest Sport Horse Cup's Three Day Event. The entered horse is my Anglo Arabian stallion, René (RME Renaissance). I don't know if it's any good or not but I'll let you guys be the judge of that. Half of the reason behind the title choice is because the making of this piece was quite an adventure for me, as I'd never tried anything like it before! Also, it's René's first time competing abroad so it's a grand adventure for him, too!

And I have an awkward feeling that I've forgotten something, but I can't for the life of me think of what it could be...}

Horse's Name: RME Renaissance [[link]
Horse Number: 142
Rider Name: Lewis Jones
Stable Name: Riverside Meadows
Class: Three Day Eventing
Show: True Tempest Sport Horse Cup
Past Competitions: N/A

Story:
René pranced on the spot in his stable, feeling both anxious and excited as he waited to go and warm up. He nibbled on his bit impatiently, and nickered for his friend Topaz, who he knew was in the stable next to him. I'm bored!
Her soft reply came quickly. Lewis is coming, be patient!
René snorted. He wasn't very good at being patient. I've been tacked up for ages! I'm done being patient!
Topaz's response held a tone of amusement in it. Well, just be patient a bit longer. I think I can hear him coming.
René's ears pricked up instantly, and immediately found he could hear the familiar voice of his rider. Finally, I can't wait to get going! What an adventure it'll be!

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"Do you have your number?" Hannah asked Lewis as they appraoched René's stable. "Because you know you will get penalized if it's not visible?"
Lewis rolled his eyes. "For the thousanth time, yes, I have his number!" He said, waving it in the air. "I'm sure you don''t pester the other riders like this!"
"Lewis, the other riders don't forget things until the last minute and have never left a whole set of dressage tack at home." Hannah pointed out, her eyebrows raised.
Lewis looked a little sheepish. Okay, so Hannah had a point. "I remembered the spare set, didn't I?"
"Yes, and thank heaven you did!" Said Hannah. She had gone through the roof when she had realised René's dressage tack had been left behind, but thankfully the spares had come with them. But only Lewis would do something like that! A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Honestly, Lewis..."
"I know, I know!" He said, grinning, as he came to René's stable door. The dappled grey stallion nudged him affectionately, and he attached the number to the bridle, making sure it was firmly in place. "There, done."
"Well, you'd better be off," said Hannah. "I'll be right behind you with Topaz." Lewis nodded, and unlocked the stable door.
"Come on, mister," he said, fussing him. "Let's go." René snorted and stomped his hoof, looking towards Topaz's stable. "Yes, don't worry, she's coming too," he assured the anxious stallion, and led him from the stable. "Let's go and warm up, and then you can show off all your new moves!" René swished his mane as they walked out onto the yard. He rather liked the sound of that. From behind him, he could see Topaz being led by Hannah, and made sure to be on his absolute best behaviour, even though he was on what was surely the biggest adventure of his life. He couldn't wait to get started!

Credits

Many thanks to all the stock providers!
= Dressage Reference [link]
= Cross Country Reference [link]
= Show Jumping Reference [link]
= Tree Brushes [link]
= All Else

A grub in the mud

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 14:23:54 PDT

Bid for Import 044

In a way she felt like the creature on the other side. Captured, trapped and nowhere to go. It just stood there, on the other side of the yard, as far away from anyone as it could come. Everything it had known as solid, as life, had been turned upside down. Everything ripped away and leaving it exposed for everyone to see. The young woman on the other side knew how it felt like. She was a kindred spirit in confusion and pain. It wasn’t like she had been poked at with those cattle-prods or chased, forced into something unknown but the abuse her ex had put her through had been both physical and mental, leaving her scars both on the inside and out. Thanks to fate or whatever you believed in she got away from him but not without her fair share of bruises and badly shattered heart. She had felt like the animal on the other side on the bars probably did now when she for the first time was on her own. The man had been a part of her for so long and now…finally free, that freedom had scared her, just as this new life most likely scared the horse.

A muzzle with strong agile lips now approached the green bucket and it was quite easy for it to tip it over, spilling the content into a puddle. The chestnut stallion must have done the same thing not that long ago, the woman pondered, since there were already the remains of a previous puddle. Strong, straight legs moved slightly, shifting the weight between its forelegs. Abi watched in silence how the horse pawed, trying to make the puddle more muddy. She sat as still as she could so she wouldn’t spook the horse. Some went back and forth as they looked at the horses, most had someone do discuss a possible purchase with. Not her though, but she didn’t really care. She nudged her hat up to itch on a sweaty spot on her forehead. A light rustle was heard from her bracelets and the horse stopped for a moment before taking a step back but without completely leaving its puddle of mud. A short look and then it took that step forward again.

She had them to cover the scars up, to avoid the look people gave her, a look she hated. A look that mostly was filled with pity, sometimes it was curiosity and sometimes they looked at her like she was someone that was sick. She had been once. She had been sick of living, breathing, existing…being her.

The horses had saved her. Their kind, no judging eyes, their comforting presence had healed her, at least for most part. There were still the nightmares where she relived some of her horrors, like his hands around her throat. Everything else had healed but that dream was like a constant reminder of what had been. Then…she…the unlucky one, was lucky for once. If it was fate or not she didn’t know…but the odds that you won on the only single lottery ticket you could afford, bought with the money bill you just had found…they were pretty low. Yet…it was precisely what she had done. Not the jackpot but enough money to stir her dream back to life of a horse of her own. It had been a rough awakening. The type of horse she needed was far too expensive; others suddenly said the horse just had been bought…just after they met her. Or rather, after they saw her scars, her tattoos…and those weren’t even rude… Perhaps they judged her by the way she looked overall…judged her like a horse never would…

It was after yet another rejection she had seen the ad about the newly caught walers. What made her come here she wasn’t sure. She had never started a horse under saddle before…not on her own at least…she had helped Mrs. Jones starting her prized warmblood gelding under saddle but that was it. She wasn’t even sure if she would be able to afford even a completely green horse, or if Hugo Mavericks would approve her as an owner in the first place. She had seen him once on a show, looking all stern, with piercing blue eyes. Strong but at the same time soft hands had gripped the reins of his mount that almost had looked black as they had passed her, the stallions hooves hitting the ground making it sound like thunder. Or passed by…she had been on the other side that separated the audience from getting in the way of the cross country riders.

There was many if’s to be overcomed to get even close to anything like that, to compete in the same league as him…if she even had lady Fortune on her side to begin with. It wasn’t even sure she would be lucky in this auction; her luck might just as well be all out and drained by now. Abi turned her eyes towards the now rather mud covered horse in the yard. He had a pretty chestnut color only broken up by the thin white stripe on his face and one white hindfoot. She thought she had seen some white spots on his body before but now, after the young stallion thoroughly had rolled in his mud puddle, she couldn’t see them. Was he trying to cover himself up? Hide from all the eyes looking? Was it just to get rid of parasites or dead hair that would fall off with the mud once it dried…or did he do it just for the fun of it?

Moving slowly so she wouldn’t scare him she took up a folded paper from her pocket. She unfolded it and looked down on a list of names. A silly thing perhaps, especially since she didn’t know if she would draw the lucky straw or not…nor that she would be approved…nor if…she could do this. She wouldn’t be afraid to ask for help…if she needed it. She would never be so proud so she would risk hurting a horse. Softly she read the names outloud but it wasn’t until she came to the very last the horse seemed to react. It lifted its head and looked straight at her. Abi shivered. It was like for a short, short moment their souls met, making the space between them spark. She repeated the name she just had said, softly almost in a whisper, only loud enough for the horse to hear it.

“Witjuti...”

For that short moment in time, the ears of the horse perked forward instead of back as they had been before. It was only that fleeting moment even if it felt longer. Then there was a new group of people coming towards the yard and the connection broke. Still Abi smiled…it fitted him…Witjuti...the mud grub… She got up and brushed off the red dust from her black ripped jeans and put her braid with mixed black and red hair back. She could just as well go take a good seat and wait for the auction to begin. When she walked away she didn’t see that the eyes of the horse followed her.

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Ref: [link] by ~PhotographyAndGoats

Registered Name: Witjuti
Stable Name: Grub
Gender: Stallion
Age: 3
Breed: Fullblood Waler
Colour: Chestnut with birdcatcher spots (silver carrier)
Genotype: ee/aa/nZ
Height: 15.3hh
Type: Light (Officer's Mount)
About: Mud seems to be this man's favourite thing in the whole wide world. We're sure he's chestnut somewhere under the clay and dirt and grime that's plastered itself to his fur. He's regularly seen rolling, or digging in the dirt in his yard, and tipping over his water bucket in order to create mud puddles. He seems rather indifferent about humans, so long as he's got something to entertain himself with, though his flight reflex certainly shines through if any sudden movement is made, or a staff member ventures too close. A sensitive soul, it would seem, someone gentle and with a low energy level would be suited to this master of the mud.

O.R.A.N.G.E. - Byako League [ON]

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 14:08:30 PDT

Name: O.R.A.N.G.E. [Oracular Reconnaissance Android & Nuclear, Gyromagnetic Engine]
Age: 2 Months (in current state)/28 Years (organic brain)
Gender: N/A (previously male)
Height: 5'11”
Weight: 26st 7lb

Strengths:
Mental Magic - it can use far-sight, can see visions of the future at will, and can psychically attack the minds of others. Its ultimate power is a spell named “Aten Slant”.
Bionic Body - Everything about it except for the biological portion of its brain is mechanical, meaning that it's stronger and faster than the average human, as well as having greater energy reserves and being more resistant to damage. That said, its robotic base is still that of a reconnaissance android, meaning that most battle robots or super-human foes will be more powerful in melee combat.

Weaknesses:
Of Two Minds - although the merging process made its organic and mechanical minds much more similar, they are nevertheless still two separate entities, something which means that it can be easily confused, as both its minds can sometimes come up with different solutions to the same problem, causing it to freeze temporarily as they try to decide which to use.
Magnetic Malfunctions - it can be temporarily shut down by an electromagnetic pulse, like most other machines. Plus, as part of his power comes from magnetically generated energy, magnets destabilise this process, meaning that it's weaker around them and tires much more quickly.
Unskilled Servant - despite its mechanical body, O.R.A.N.G.E. was primarily designed (like the earlier “O.R.A.” models) to be a strategic and tactical cyborg, which means that no one ever bothered to teach it any combat techniques. If an enemy should manage to evade or negate its psychic attacks, then it wouldn't stand much of a chance if they ended up in fighting.

Special Abilities:
Aten Slant - A spell which fires a blast of light energy from O.RA.N.G.E.'s forehead at an enemy. If it strikes then the cyborg must utilise all of its intelligence and willpower to overwhelm its foe in a mental battle. If successful then this attack leaves the opponent's brain in a semi-permanent (the effects can be reversed, but its not easy and requires great psychic power) vegetative state in which it can easily control them. If it chooses not to do so, however, it can just leave them to die; their mind will have deteriorated so much that they won't even be able to breathe without being mentally instructed to do so. O.R.A.N.G.E. prefers not to use this technique, though, despite it being its most powerful weapon, since doing to leaves its own mind vulnerable, which means that if it tried this against someone smarter than itself, then it might be the one reduced to a mindless vegetable.

Weapons:
Its Mind - its greatest weapon is its human brain, which allows it to use psionics to attack an opponent's thoughts directly, not to mention the ability to look into the future to foresee their next actions.
Sickle Blades - it has a sickle-like weapon attached to the back of each hand, which can be used to chop enemies, like a traditional sickle would be, or can be used like a pair of punch daggers (thanks to the twin spikes on the end of each one).

Full History (see below for the short version if you don't want to read all this):
Sinclair Rothschild grew up in Perth, a city within the United Kingdom, at a time when the British Empire held immense power, to the extent that they were often known as “the empire on which the sun never sets”, in reference to the fact that they held so much land that no matter the time, there was always a part of the empire in which there was still daylight. He was born into nobility and so was sent to the very best school (and, later, university) available, and chose to study the field of prophesy. He excelled in his classes and it was not long before his brain began to swell up, leaving him looking somewhat out of proportion. Despite the oddness of his appearance, this wasn't actually too weird; all of the great psionics “suffered” from this change, as it was a result of the high concentration of magic within their brains which lead to their visions, far-sight and, of course, their much renowned psychic powers.

At first it looked as though he would complete his studies within another few years and then be enrolled in the tactical, strategic and logistical division of the Empire's army, where he would become an esteemed and wealthy commander, helping to spread his people's influence all across the globe.

But then, one day, all of those dreams came crashing down.
When the Holy Roman Empire resurrected itself.

For years, it turned out, the people of Vatican City had been using their most potent enchantments to block the sight of the oracles of the other European countries from their plans. And then, when they were finally ready, they called up their infinite, indefatigable army from the dust, ashes and rubble that was all that remained of Rome after Italy's nuclear war with Turkey. The ground itself formed an army of gigantic golems, each of which was bonded with the soul of a departed Italian, called back from the afterlife to serve their country once more.

The British Empire had their mages, they had their technology, and they had their pride and joy; a vast navy filled with dreadnoughts whose magic-enhanced cannons were capable of taking down almost any European vessel in a single shot.

But alas, most of their forces were spread out across the colonies. They'd had no reason to suspect an attack, while the Pope and his immortal theocracy had spent decades refining their plans. In less than a week, Britain had fallen, along with almost all of the other Western countries. Once again, Europe belonged to Rome.

Knowing that, as a member of the British nobility, and therefore one of the people around whom the commoners would rally, should their ever be a rebellion, Sinclair quickly came to the realisation that it wouldn't be long before the Italians had him either arrested or killed outright. And so he fled as far as he possibly could; running off to Asia, where, after the sudden collapse of the British Empire, vast swathes of land had been rapidly reclaimed by the newly recreated Celestial Empire of China.

He was able to find employment with one of their noble houses and eventually worked his way up to the position of captain of the personal guards of the Lady Meifeng, the daughter of his master. Over the course of the next few years, though, they got to know each other better and better, eventually falling in love (Sinclair and Meifeng, that is, not Sinclair and her father). After this especially, he grew more and more devoted to protecting her, no matter the cost. Eventually, deciding that he wanted to become more powerful than his current body was capable of being, he asked her father to “upgrade” him with cybernetics, so that he would be better able to serve.

Unbeknownst to him, however, the Lord had actually discovered his daughter's relationship with Sinclair and believed it to be a betrayal of his trust and kindness. He didn't kill the Brit, however, but instead did just as he'd asked... but in a far more extreme manner than Sinclair had ever intended. The Empire had recently developed cyborgs which they called O.R.A.s; machine-soldiers with computer-minds, but which also contained living brains taken from humans with prophetic magic. These brain/computer systems meant that the machines were exemplary scout forces, since they could actually predict enemy movements before the generals had even decided to make them... and there was no chance whatsoever that they would ever betray their masters.

For the creation of Meifeng's personal bodyguard, however, the lord wanted one more powerful than any other, and so created the O.R.A.N.G.E., a dual-engined, nuclear and gyromagnetically powered version which could easily outperform any other, and held within it the vast, swollen brain of Sinclair, one of the most powerful oracles he had ever met.

Unfortunately for him, he underestimated his victim considerably. The computer's advanced A.I. tried to command his as it would any other biological brain, but soon discovered that Sinclair's mind was far more powerful than that of any of the others psions that had ever been used in the program. Unfortunately for him, though, the computer was still astoundingly intelligent. As a result, some of the A.I.'s directives ended up being imprinted upon his consciousness (making him, among other things, physically incapable of disobeying a direct order by the Lady Meifeng), while some of his human emotions were transferred to its formerly cold and logical mind. The result of this was a strange composite entity which didn't fully understand people, and was no longer entirely certain what its feelings meant... but which nevertheless adored the lord's daughter utterly, and was determined to do anything within its power to protect her. Because of these two desires, the machine-man that had been Sinclair pretended to be controlled completely by the computer, and obeyed its master's instructions, even going so far as to stand silently and stoically as the lord explained to his daughter that as punishment for going behind his back and giving herself to a mere commoner, her boyfriend had been recreated as a mindless automaton. Her father left her with it, and for a minute or so O.R.A.N.G.E. stood there as she wept, until it was certain that the old man had truly gone, and then it explained to her the truth.

It wasn't sure how it had expected her to react, however it knew that it was no longer human, and so not really much of a lover any longer, so it certainly hadn't expected her to make the decision that she did next. Frankly, even if it had still been Sinclair, it wouldn't have expected her to react that way. She knew that her father would eventually stumble across the truth, just as he had when she'd been secretly seeing Sinclair, and so she resolved to escape from him, since she knew that only then would the two of them ever have a peaceful life together.

She took her new bodyguard down to their treasury room, where her father's most valuable possessions were kept locked away. It wasn't hard for her to get them in, as she was one of the few people whom he had entrusted with the password. Once inside she stole a scroll of teleportation, and began to chant the spell printed upon it.

She had intended to teleport away to a neighbouring city, where they could then use safer, more conventional means to travel further away. Unfortunately, the lord's own personal bodyguard, an immensely powerful warlock, sensed the magic being cast, and tried to interrupt it, which would cancel her spell and leave Meifeng to be apprehended by the guards. What the warlock didn't expect, however, was to be attacked himself. The only one in the building who could hope to stand up to him for even a minute was Sinclair, and he had been told of that man's fate by his master, so when the psychic attack came, he was utterly unprepared for it, and consequently made a mistake in his own casting.

Alas, rather than allowing the scroll to be activated flawlessly, his mistake ended up introducing an element of chaos into the spell... which sent Meifeng and O.R.A.N.G.E. spinning off into an alternate dimension; far, far beyond the reach of her father...

When they awoke, now trapped in a strange, new world in which nothing made sense, Meifeng was overjoyed. At first O.R.A.N.G.E., for all its mental might, was clueless as to why, but it wasn't long before she explained it; while it was true that she'd had to leave behind everyone and everything she'd ever known, she'd been willing to do that anyway, in order to get away from her father, but now, this way, they were able to be absolutely certain that he would never find them. The human portion of O.R.A.N.G.E. was astounded by this, while the computerised part was upset by it; even with the ability to experience some emotions, which it had gained during the merger with Sinclair, it still couldn't understand them, so had no idea why anyone would ever behave that way; to give up comfort, wealth and luxury for the sake of someone else. As it was a machine created solely to serve, one might have assumed that the first personality trait that it would understand would be altruism. As it turned out, however, that was not the case.

Nevertheless, it wasn't long after her declaration that O.R.A.N.G.E. decided that it hated its composite existence, and became determined to find some way (through either magic, technology, or both together) for its human portion to be restored to its original body, and for its robotic section to be left alone in their current form (although probably with a replacement head, since there would be no need for the oversized one that it currently possessed once the brain was removed), so that they could both serve the Lady Meifeng in their own ways, and so that they could be worth the kindness that she had shown them, even after they became the abomination that was O.R.A.N.G.E..

Alas, no matter whom Meifeng and her bodyguard approached, no one knew how they could ever hope to achieve their goal, and as they hadn't thought to grab any money before foolishly fleeing her father, the two (or three, depending on how you look at it) were left with nothing.

As time passed, O.R.A.N.G.E. got into the routine of doing odd jobs for various people in order to buy food for Meifeng, and to pay the rent for the dingy little apartment which they were renting. Unfortunately, none of its employers were wealthy enough to pay much, and so they never had a great deal of money. Meifeng never once complained, though, and always remained cheerful and optimistic... but even that wasn't enough to comfort O.R.A.N.G.E., who felt that it had failed her, and grew depressed as a result (to the A.I.'s dismay, that turned out to be one of the feelings which it was actually capable of experiencing). Eventually, realising that taking menial little jobs such as the ones which it had been performing so far, and having conversations with commoners who were clueless about both magic and science, as it had also been doing so far, would get it nowhere, the cyborg oracle decided to find a better way to solve its problem. It realised that in order to come into contact with someone capable of separating its component entities, it would have to become a more public figure, rather than simply someone who laboured away in obscurity. And how best could a powerful mage with a robotic, battle-ready body become renowned?

By fighting, of course.

It didn't take it long, once it began using its prophetic visions, to find the ideal opportunity. Apparently there was a tournament of sorts called the “Byako League” which went on around here, which was often broadcast all across the city. This, it seemed to O.R.A.N.G.E., would be an ideal opportunity for it to spread word of its plight amongst the people of this strange, vast city, and hopefully come into contact with someone capable of restoring him to his former selves... and who knew, if he were to actually win then he might actually managed to restore his Lady's fortunes as well...

Summarised History: a British oracle who moved to China after his country was invaded by an army of undead Italian golems, got a job with a powerful nobleman, seduced his boss' daughter, got transformed into a (supposedly) mindless automaton as punishment, and revealed to the girl that he wasn't really being controlled (although his brain did still get kinda broken), who then used a scroll to teleport them both to an alternate dimension (Byako).
O.R.A.N.G.E. soon decided to enter the League mainly in the hopes of becoming well-known enough to get in contact with someone capable of restoring its humanity. Also, it wouldn't really have objected to winning loads of money either.

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Edit: I've just realised that in the profile image I've used the pronoun "he" to describe O.R.A.N.G.E. that was a mistake, it's actually supposed to be an "it".

Village Landscape

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:44:30 PDT

Hello there I have turned a picture of a village called Miłkowice in Poland into a old style picture, making it look old which fits the landscape. I hope you like it and every tips and trick to what i have done wrong would be appreciated. Thanks...
Programs used: Adobe Photoshop CS6
Camera: Nikon D60

Reflection.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:20:13 PDT

Sometimes you do have to think back on your life.

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Laxan Solus Profile

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 10:43:32 PDT

Just something I threw together from a story I have in my head.

[{SET IN 2025}]
SOLUS:
Solus are a privately funded army, they do not work for one specific government and instead loan their Agents and Teams out to countries and agencies(Such as CIA, Scotland Yard, MI6). The Agents of Solus are specially trained and are recruited various ways (See below; recruiting). The organization is funded by unknown persons and has been known to be 'shady'. They are looked down upon by a lot of other Military and Spy agencies.

RECRUITING:
Solus have various recruiting methods;
Military Recruit: Recruited from a military organization (E.g: U.S Army, Royal Air Force, Royal Navy, ect.) [Cannot be female]
Special Recruit: Recruited from special forces (E.g: Navy Seals, SAS, CIA) [Cannot be female]
D.R.A Recruit: (Death Row Abdicate) Recruited from death row, usually for special skills. [Can be female]
Civilian Recruit: Recruited from a civilian profession. (E.g: Doctors, Engineers, Scientists.) [Can be female]

A D.R.A is locked into service and cannot leave unless under certain conditions [Dishonorably discharged: Executed] [Promoted to Lieutenant Colonal: Once promoted to Lieutenant Colonal or higher a D.R.A has earned back their freedom and can be released (Hasn't happened as off yet)] It is extremely rare a D.R.A will be promoted past Private (See below; Ranks)

[{NOTE: THESE RANKS DO NOT FOLLOW ANY REAL LIFE MILITARY RANKINGS}]
RANKS: (Lowest to Highest)
Recruit (During training, also held by personnel who are not assigned to a Troop)
Private (Footsoldier assigned to a Troop)
Private First Class (Footsoldier, honourary rank)
Sergeant (Footsoldier who is the lead of a Troop)
Sergeant Major (Footsoldier who is the lead of 4 troops)
Ensign (A special Agent assigned to a Division Team)
Lieutenant Junior Grade (A special Agent, honourary rank)
Lieutenant (A special Agent, honourary rank)
Captain (A special Agent, commands supporting Platoons/Troops)
Major (A special Agent, has a defining role such as Heavy Weapons, Stealth Tactian, Engineer, Medic, ect. [Civilian roles])
Lieutenant Commander (A Special Agent, Executive Officer, often the leader of the Team, usually inexperienced in leading often transferred upon promotion to lead a new formed Team.)
Commander (A Special Agent, Executive Officer, the experienced leader of a team, upon proving leadership of a team they are promoted to this rank)
Lieutenant Colonel (A high ranking officer, no field work, a commander of 10 years of Special Agent Experience is automatically promoted to this rank, the right hand to the Colonel)
Colonel (A high ranking officer, usually in command of bases or installations, no field work)
Lieutenant General (High ranking officers, usually serving as a General's second in command)
General (High ranking officers, serve as commanders of tactical fleets or infantry divisions, hand out orders to Teams)
Council Holder (Highest rank anyone can attain, they are the overseers of Solus, they work with country relations, negotiations and are pulling all the strings)

[{IF YOU WOULD LIKE A SOLUS PROFILE I WILL BE MORE THAN WILLING TO PUT ONE TOGETHER FOR YOU (though I then reserve the right to use your character within the story I am writing P }]

FC-Clive

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 10:00:56 PDT

My mod application for . I’m one of the admins now ; 7 ; ♥

Clive: “What do you need from me, Madam? ”

• Name: Clive Richardson
• Nickname: None, but he’s not against being given one
• Age: 19
• Birthday: September 14th
• Height: 6’0’’ / 183 cm
• Weight: 142 lb /
• Hair Color Blonde
• Eye Color: Blue-Green

• Moe Point(s):
Gentlemanly: He likes to treat others, especially ladies, with the utmost politeness and manners.
Manner of Dress: He prefers to always be dressed up in the best clothes possible.
Accent: Clive comes from England, and hence has a prominent English accent.
Smooth, Deep Voice: Pretty self-explanatory

• Personality:
Clive places a lot of worth on how he comes off to people, and hence is constantly trying to make good impressions and treat others in a kind and respectful manner. He is almost always polite to those that he comes across. He likes to dress well, and even when out of work or his job he prefers to dress himself both modestly and formally, out of habit.

Clive, however, takes issue with behavior that is not so modest. He doesn’t feel comfortable around such behavior, as he feels it’s indecent. He refuses to wear any immodest clothing, such as short pants or thin shirts, and if he sees anyone acting inappropriately where he can see, he’ll either leave the area, or reprimand those doing the indecent behavior. He’s been raised to believe these things are to be scolded and shunned.

• Background:
Clive was raised into a rather wealthy family living in Oxford, England. While he’s had an easy life in terms of getting the best education, clothes, and food, he was also raised to be a fine young man, who represented his family well. After all, an unruly young boy would just bring shame upon his name. Clive occasionally felt that his family was a bit…old fashioned at first, but as he got older he soon forgot about this thought, becoming focused on other matters.

As Clive reached the age where he would go into college, he began his focus into classes suiting around his strengths, in this case being mathematics and finances. After a year in the college near his home, Clive decided to take up the college’s foreign exchange student program, the country in this case being Japan. Considering the kind of degree he wanted, it seemed like that was a good country to be studying in. He spent the time before his trip trying to learn as much Japanese in possible, so that he could communicate with any locals during his stay.

After arriving in Japan, Clive began to settle into his apartment. It was a new experience, but it was interesting. His parents said that they would provide him a small amount of savings, but once that ran out, he’d be on his own. He was an adult now, after all. Hence, a job would be needed. He began looking for job offers around the area he lived in. Eventually, he found a job offer for a café within traveling distance, and applied for the job. Unfortunately, his small knowledge in reading Japanese means that he’s not quite aware of exactly what kind of café this is…

• Reason for Working at the Cafe: He wanted to have a means to support himself during his stay in Japan. Plus the management experience could do him good.

• Position In the Cafe: Café Manager

• He likes…
Salty food
Ties
Being polite to others
Uniforms
Math

• He dislikes…
Immodest people
Porn (never really seen it shh)
Raspberries
PDA
History (his worst subject)

• Extra:
Though Clive can speak Japanese decent enough to carry a conversation, he’s still teaching himself how to read Japanese writing. He still often writes things in English. This is the reason he currently doesn’t know what kind of café Doki Doki Honey is; he couldn’t read the part describing how it was a Fujoshi café.
If you try to go homo on him, he won’t fight back, since he’s not that strong, but expect his gentlemanly manner to drop really quick.
He may be a gentleman, but if you piss him off he’s not above cursing you out (◠‿◠✿)

• Relationships:
Alone…

chill

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 09:06:09 PDT

Ready to leave to another country and leave their homelands in ..
The endless longing probably be home .. My family, friends, my life, they have the largest share.
But Life goes on!
I love you friends! And my family, miss you.
Goodbye Lithuania and Hello Germany !

Raymond TV Tropes

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 05:54:18 PDT

_{Another one of my OCs TV Tropes. XD

Adorkable - Yes, he is one! XD With his little quirkiness and love for comic books, he is a proud dork. XD

Afraid of Needles - Only used in medical procedures. He never says his fears to anyone as the fear that they might use it against him.

Butt Monkey - Often the target for gay jokes. XD

Clueless Chick Magnet - Sort of clueless. He just never cared if girls are being fangirls to him. But if a flash mob chases him, that's out of his line and runs for his life.

Limited Wardrobe - He is often seen in his pale yellow shirt and brown coat. He usually has a sense of fashion but he says its better not to show it in public.

Proud To Be Geek - Yes, yes he is. He doesn't look like one but he is. XD

Frickin' Laser Beams - He loves laser guns and often plays laser tag with her friends back in his country. XD He's addicted to any lasers. XD

Smart People Play Chess - Yes, he plays chess everyday. He says its a way to occupy his time.

Trekkie - He watches Star Trek like almost everyday. He denies that he's a Trekkie but obviously, he is one!

Totally radical - He tries to catch up with the new trends and sometimes ends up awkwardly.

Accent Relapse - He tries to keep his British Accent to a minimum and prefers his American Accent but there are a few times it slips out. He doesn't seemed to mind much, though.

Cunning Linguist - He speaks in multiple languages such as Chinese, Russian, Japanese, even imitating accents such as Jamaican. He speaks Klingon as well but he keeps it a secret. XD

Friend To All Children - Sort of. Kids just love him for his job. XD

"The Reason You Suck" Speech - Raymond is never afraid to speak what's on his mind even if its negative or not. He usually describes how stupid a pokemon is when he's pissed off.

Foreign People Are Sexy - He never likes this TV Trope Trait!}

William CONTEST ENTRY

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 01:00:08 PDT

I. HATE. HIS. PLUMES. NEVER. AGAIN.

OKAY! so this is William! He is a contest entry for 's vintage person contest :I
The notes coming from his trumpet (admin G can't draw instruments to save her life) is the beginning of an actual song called Jazz Country

Name: William (Will, Willy, Bill, Wilbur)
Species: King of Saxony (bird)
Age: 23
Orientation: Pansexual
R.S.: SINGLE PRINGLE
ABOUT: William is apart of the bang called the Kings of Saxony! and you got that right! they're all the same species! They've all been friend since they were little and had a passion for music~ William personally LOVES the trumpet~ taking a lot of time out of his day just to play this wonderful instrument~

Has a tendancy to errect his plumes when a pretty little thing walks by
Is always willing to teach another how to play his FABULOUS instrument if they're curious~
He loves juicy fruits~
His band mates are like his family~
Is always willing to sit back and people watch~
he has a lovely german accent~

WILLIAM IS MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!

But the Vintage citizen contest (which I FAILED at) belongs to

OPEN FOR RPS! <3

Fields

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 00:29:11 PDT

Photos before a storm around where I live.