Lugubrious

Dungeon Keepers (This one's done. Go to The Horde of Evil instead)

If this is still open, I apologize, I've been in the hospital. I'd like to come back

@Cale Tucker

I'm sorry to hear that! I'm sure that we'll all be very glad to have you back.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Fleo Plector -=- Magnolia Town

Seconds trickled by while Fleo stood frozen, the words of the Ash God Slayer worming their way through her mind. Fool...pointless...devoid of meaning...truly important...nothing is left for you except for death. The declaration reverberated inside her brain, infesting her psyche with a seed of despair. “No...purpose...” She whispered, and a tear streaked a wet line down her dusty cheek, exactly following the mark beneath her eyes. Those craggy lines, Gaudium had said, were the symbols of the Dust wizard; they embodied the suffering that the mage went through. Dust magic could not simply be learned, her mentor told her many years ago. It had to be given as a sacrifice, and even then only given to someone tormented by a fate worse than death. There had, after all, been so many tears. Lying on a bed for three years, with no glimpse of the outside world she loved but the light streaming in through her window—nothing had been left for her then. But now...?

Now, in the present, she still wept. Living for the sake of living had been all she ever wanted. Did that mean she had no purpose? That the gift of life meant nothing? Fleo wanted to defend herself with vehemence, to sling counterpoints like stones and throw her story straight through his heart, until Nolan was the one crying, not her. But no words came, just tears. How could somebody who she worked alongside a moment ago, who in the same sentence professed the importance of protecting comrades, say such a cruel thing? Fleo lowered her gaze to the cobblestones, torn between shame and fear, and ran away, tears streaming once more. Each step left behind a distinct footprint, and she didn't get far before her magic reacted to her despondency, buoying her up on a thin carpet of dust, that carried her far away from the scene of the fight with the Lightning God.

By the time she felt like stopping, her Sirocco had traveled her out of the city and onto a grassy hillside nearby, and she was thankful that her desert wind blew so speedily. The warm morning sun made the landscape glow, not only the grass and crops in the farmhouse gardens but also the timber of the houses themselves, and the livestock milling about the pastures. Fleo collapsed against a shady, ancient tree and blinked away the last of her tears beneath its dappled canopy. Her head pounded from the nasal strain of crying, so further lamentation served only to deepen her pain. The city of Magnolia stretched before her, no longer seeming like a promise of a bright future. She imagined it burning, alight with fire and awash with the glare of black lightning. The actions of the guild meant that sooner or later, overwhelming foes would ransack Magnolia in their quest to obliterate the guild she had foolishly joined. The townspeople needed protecting; hell, Pheonix Wing would need protecting. But even if she were there, how much could she accomplish? The life she would risk anything to preserve, even if it meant nothing, meant less in death. Magnolia needed every wizard it could to protect it, but Fleo just wanted to live.

So many stories involved a hero realizing that, to save the day, he needed to sacrifice himself. Fleo, staring down at the city she called home for two and a half days, couldn't imagine her being that hero.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Lugubrious okay, i was asking for a smartassy answer, i thought you were calling it boring, plain ie. Very Original. maybe the word Unique would've been better for my tiny brain to understand.
@Silver Fox and even when clicking the eggs i get the error

@BrodZ11711

Oh no, that was not my intention at all. The internet's already got so much smartassery that I do my best to avoid adding to it.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Lugubrious what do you mean original ?

@Zarkun My Easter eggs are also bugged

@BrodZ11711

original
[uh-rij-uh-nl]

adjective
1.
new; fresh; inventive; novel:

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

introduced a new person into the world that is Lucas's Family, Draco.

@BrodZ11711

That feather magic struck me as very original.

@caits Could I trouble you to give a ruling on Nero sometime soon?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Very well then.

On a separate note, and after much dillydallying, I have the final members of team BAST. Enjoy!

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>

Chibis are cuter and fit sigs.

@Zarkun

Meh. I wouldn't have thought that all people would want their characters expressed in a 'cute' manner. And headshots fit nicely into sigs. But to each their own; my offer still stands.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Lugubrious Can you give a link?

@hatakekuro

http://www.heromachine.com/heromachine-3-lab/

It takes some getting used to. I've made a bunch of these images for others before, so doing yours or one for someone else would not be a problem.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

I've been using Heromachine to create my images. I think it works a lot better, though it is obviously larger, than those chibis. If any of you wanted, I'd be happy to make an image for your character. This can apply to both those who used words for appearance, and for those maybe not satisfied with their pictures.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Though Fleo's dusty shell would have dissipated a direct lightning attack, the thought of abusing the electricity's brilliant glare never crossed her mind. The flare before her filled her eyes with dazzling pain, a rubber ball inside her skull, forcing her to scrunch them tightly shut. Even before her vision fully returned, she fumed with rage. “Gagh!” She cried, casting off her dust armor in a miniature explosion that adequately summarized how she felt. In need for something to obliterate, Fleo wordlessly manifested a hammer made of ash left behind by Nolan's Ash God's Gluttony, hoisted it above her head, and smashed it on the ground. The combined force of her fury and the mass of the construct was sufficient to create a small, rather unimpressive dent in the cobblestone. Satiated for now, Fleo allowed the hammer to fall apart, and buried her face in her hands. Blocking out her vision of the outside world, however, did not insulate her from hearing it. The news from Damian hit her like a wooden mallet.

“What a horrible thing to happen before breakfast on such a nice morning!” She said after a moment. When she removed her hands from her face, they left behind dust that etched into her frown, making her look several years older. “We don't stand a chance! I can't even run from this now that I've attacked one of them!” As distraught as she was, Fleo couldn't help but think of pancakes. After such a terribly eventful morning, a double helping sounded like the best thing in the world. Truthfully, Fleo didn't want comfort or pity from any of the guild members; it wouldn't do much to help the predicament they were in. Still, it would be helpful to know that the Pheonix Wingers had her back. During her few days with them, their mantra of caring for one another came up all the time, but only under circumstances like these could those ideals be tested. Fleo wiped the dust off her face with her burnt orange collar, and with it wiped off a grimace sour enough to bring her guildmates' spirits down too. What use were her gifts if she bogged herself down in self-pity and worry? That wasn't any way to be the best that she could be, and certainly no method of bringing out the best in others. A dry smile appeared on her lips—not truly genuine, but evidence of trying hard to be optimistic. “Guess there's nothing for it but to keep living, huh?” She addressed the closest wizards, Jamie, Ariel, Damian, and Nolan with her arms crossed beneath her chest.