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23 Mar 2017 3:59
Current @TheGreyDust excuse me--The MILKSHAKE drink YOU. Please forgive my sacrilege.
23 Mar 2017 3:56
That feeling when you're so stuffed from dinner, but you just HAVE TO BLOODY DRINK THAT MILKSHAKE. BECAUSE MILKSHAKE.
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20 Feb 2017 19:16
Remember back in the days when you didn't care if your rp posts were shit because you were just having fun? And no it's like NO EDIT THAT LOOK AT THESE TYPOS GODS IT'S SHORT WHAT IS THIS SHIT
13 Feb 2017 7:01
That feeling when you simply don't give a damn about Valentine's Day.
6 Feb 2017 17:42
Finally got a good start on making a new soundtrack, after shitting around for the last day and half trying to get inspiration, gods...


The difference between your idea of common sense, and my idea of common sense, is that when your anti-gun laws pass, and someone breaks into my house again, I am going to die, because my right to defend my own home was effectively taken away [which is unconstitutional, btw] and criminals have no qualms killing anyone who gets in their way if they're already breaking the law by invading my home and threatening me and the people I love.

I am The Black Hand, Black Hand, Handie, Hand, Handy Spare, Handy Spare Hand, Squeejole, Squee, Nazgul, Morzan, Armageddon, Noble One, Noble Blackie, Blackie, Machine Gun, Joe, Joey, Bats, Batty, Blackjack, Jack, Jack of All Trades, The Only One With Brains, The Questionmark of Doom, Rascal, Lucien, Luc, Mr. Secretive, First Poster of the Century, Long John Silver, Plotting Machine, You Come In Handie, Fin, Fin the Impossible, Sharpie, Expressionmaster, The Grammar Nazi, Kee, Sharie, You Are Awesome, O Powerful Ominous One, Anvil, Redthorn, Thorne, Sexy Turtle, The Piano Minion, Eminence, Rilian, Kylo, Blackatron, Keeper of the Forest, KOF, Blackburn, The Powerful One, Bob, The Leader, The Mighty One, The English Nightmare, The Grammar Nightmare, That Weird 'Mortal' Guy, Mysterious Artist, Blackand, He Who Must Be Nicknamed, Phantom Hand, Master Handie, Master of the Guard, Sephy, Seph, The Grazi, Grazi, Gr'azi, Mindy, and several more which don't come to mind at present. If you'd rather not add to my list of names, then call me Lucien.

Art Ordering:

Do you wanna contribute to making a game for the members of the Guild? Interested in script-writing, story-plotting, music, or voice acting?: Make a Game!

If you managed to get through that mess, congratulations. Aside from the obvious, my other hobbies include drawing, gaming, and reading. I typically like to design characters, so if you're in need of some character art for a roleplay or something, let me know, because I get bored when I have nothing to do. Typically takes me one whole day to produce a finished product as long as I stay focused and if I'm not busy with other things. If it takes me longer, I'll let you know. Styles include manga [although I'm a bit out of practice, so it may take me a little longer than usual], western cartoon, or semi-realism. Semi-realism are sketches only, not colored. Semi-realism is so named because I find it a bit more difficult, and so it is still stylized in my own manner, therefore not photoreal. That is beyond my skill. It's still more realistic than either forms of cartoon, though.

And if you don't care what style I use, then I will simply use whatever style I think fits best with the character. If you want me to draw any characters, I need a full description. Full-body portraits take much longer to complete than facial portraits, so keep that in mind.

I also draw compilation images with multiple characters in one image. That will take me probably two days if conditions are ideal. I still have a life, ya know XP

No payment or reparations needed. I just like drawing. If I can make someone else happy in the process, then great! If your interested, I'm more than happy to show you my work before you decide.

I will pretty much draw just about any kind of character. The more detail you put in the description, the better it will turn out. You can also have full say over the image, so if you want me to change it even after I finish, just tell me what you want. I'll even re-draw the whole thing for you if you want.

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In Exodus 6 May 2017 22:42 Forum: Casual Roleplay
*rises from the dead* I HAVE [MAYBE] RETURNED
In Exodus 20 Apr 2017 5:31 Forum: Casual Roleplay
"Oooooooooo!" Grim wiggled his fingers and began to cackle at Azurael. "What's this? You don't actually like the commander, do you? No one likes the commander!"

T'vor growled something under his breath.

"What's that, lizard-man?" Grim asked.

"I said you're a petty imbecile, Grim." T'vor replied.

Before the deathly Angel could respond, however, a scream could be heard, and T'vor immediately ran to see what the source was.

Chrissa nodded eagerly to Anuriel's last comment. "Me too. I'd really like to fly again, I miss it already..." She replied. She finished cleaning up for the end of her shift and left the tent after saying her farewells to Anuriel, again promising to consider the cook's offer. Now that her shift was done, Chrissa found that she had much time on her hands and little to do with it.
In Aleatorem Groditoris 10 Apr 2017 16:38 Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
As the black rider drew ever nearer to his destination, and to the coast, the light drizzle became a steady rain, but it was not a cool rain. It was becoming increasingly more humid, and the rider was once again reminded of how much he disliked the bay area of Leyawiin. The fabric of his robes did little to protect him against the warm wetness seeping through. He had half a mind to simply slit his quarry's throat as she slept and be done with it. But he wouldn't. That would be irresponsible of him. The woman he was hunting would either be dangerous to the Brotherhood, especially if she knew who the Brotherhood's informants were, in which case, he would kill her anyway--or simply ignorant of her incredible blunder, which, while irritating, would make it unacceptable for him to kill her outright. In such a case, well...There were other means of repayment.

The rider was distracted from his thoughts as his dark horse snorted and shook the rain from her coat for an umpteenth time, only to realize that she was standing still, in front of the very city gate that currently protected his elvish prey from him. He wore a scowl under his now-dripping hood, and dismounted.

"Stay here. And by Sithis, don't go looking for trouble."

He left his horse standing there, whose red eyes bored into her master's back as he walked away, mud and gravel crunching under his boots. As he entered, the two guards standing there stopped him, suspicion growing on their faces.

"Hold, stranger. What's your business here?"

The rider looked up to grace the impeding guards with his scowl.
"My business is to find a hot meal and a roof to get out of this rain."
"Really...then why carry a dagger with you?" The guard gestured to the weapon belted at the man's waist.
"Roads are dangerous, especially at night. Isn't that what you men are saying these days?"

The guard looked irritated.

"Bah. Get on then."

And with that, the robed man headed off down the street, towards the Five Claws. It wasn't difficult to find--inns never were--but he didn't enter just yet. He casually leaned against the wet plaster of the wall, as though waiting. He was waiting, in fact, for a patrolling guard to pass by. When the guard's back was turned to him, he whispered a spell, and he appeared to vanish.
He then slipped silently into the inn.
By this time, the proprietor was most certainly asleep, and the invisible man was neither seen nor heard by anyone--not until he entered Venasa's room, and his invisibility spell wore off. She was small, for a dunmer, but that was a quality much admired in the Brotherhood, for small people made for excellent assassins.
That was what the robed man was. An assassin. He took note of Venasa's hand hidden underneath her pillow.
Smart. But telling.
The robed assassin leaned in the far corner of the room, and waited.
In Aleatorem Groditoris 8 Apr 2017 16:10 Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Everyone in Cheydinhal knew about the abandoned house, sitting up against the eastern wall of the city. It hadn't been lived in, not for years. It was generally avoided, that house. Both physically, and as a conversation piece. However, a stranger approached the house tonight. The dark streets were empty, save for a guard on patrol who didn't even look at the man as he passed. The stranger was robed in black, and carried a satchel belted to his waist, which the stranger touched lightly, as if protecting its contents. He was a courier, and he had a delivery to make at the abandoned house. He approached the old, boarded up door, and silently went inside.

It had been sprinkling during his ride to Cheydinhal, and his robes were now quite damp. But the house was as cold on the inside as it was outside, only the air inside was dense and spoke of foreboding. It did little to comfort the stranger's cold bones. He shivered, then made his way down to the basement. Cracked stone walls and splintering supports, lined with dusty cobwebs surrounded him on all sides, but he paid little attention to them. His goal was the dark hole in the far wall of the basement, just big enough for a person to slip past, small enough to be disregarded by the common eye as natural damage from age.

Slip past it he did. The corridor beyond was shoveled out of the dirt, and at its end was a Black Door. Looming over him, adorned with all manner of vile imagery, Black Doors were the ultimate safeguard against anyone wishing to sneak in. For Black Doors were doors that did not open. They had no locks, no keys, no handles. They had no windows or bars, and were hewn from stone, carved, and a strong magic was placed upon them. Black Doors only opened for certain people, and under certain circumstances. It was through this door he entered, into the sanctuary beyond. Immediately, the stranger felt himself at home, and the tension in his shoulders relaxed visibly. He was approached by an argonian woman, who had evidently been waiting for his arrival.

"So, what do you have for us, Courier?" She asked.

From his satchel, he produced a parchment. "A letter from the Listener, mistress. One of our informants has just been killed. The Night Mother demands his blood be repaid."
The argonian sighed as she opened and scanned the parchment.

"Has our Speaker been made aware of this?"
"Yes. He is making preparations to resolve this issue as we speak."
"Very well, then. Thank you, Courier. Will you stay and rest for a bit, or must you run off again?"
"I thank you for the offer, mistress, but I'm afraid I still have several other errands to run tonight."
"Very well, then. Walk in the shadow of Sithis, Brother."

And so, it was out into the cold for the courier once again, the tension returning as he left the abandoned house.

A mile or so away from the city, a rider in black, sitting astride a dark horse, was racing through a forest, just off the main road to avoid being seen. He was riding south.

"Quickly, Shadowmere. We must reach Leyawiin before midnight."
Sedriso tilted his head and crossed his arms. "Of course you only need me to watch your back. That's what I do. Don't you worry, lass. We'll both come out alive. I guarantee it, as long as you don't do something stupid." He said in a casual tone.
"So you're after the Ferra Stone. That's all very well and good...Are you traveling with anyone else on this quest of yours? Rather, I'd expect not many people would be happy that you'd aim to destroy the thing. Mostly, I'm curious if I should be keeping a wary eye on any of your traveling companions, if you know what I mean." Under his helm, one eyebrow was raised. He made a habit of asking about any other companions his current patron was bringing, just to be prepared. He didn't like meeting up with his patron and discovering nine other party members he hadn't heard about previously. It wasn't exactly 'proper etiquette'. Some mercenaries took it as a personal insult if a patron hires them and then also chooses to hire others. Sedriso personally didn't mind too much, he simply preferred to know beforehand what to expect on the journey.
In Exodus 23 Mar 2017 5:09 Forum: Casual Roleplay
"Eheehee, that tickled!" Grim sniggered, rubbing his gut where Azurael had stabbed him.
"Oh, leave the poor grouch alone, nothing you say or do will change his ways! Well, probably. Hehehehe!"

T'vor turned his attention to Azurael. "Had you expected otherwise, Stormy?" His tone was flat.

"Um, if it's all the same to you, miss Anuriel, I prefer to call you 'miss'! It sounds more official..." Chrissa laughed sheepishly.
"And um, thanks! I'll think about it, I promise!" She added quickly.

[I may edit this post later.]
In Exodus 21 Mar 2017 22:32 Forum: Casual Roleplay
"Ehehe, me? Get hurt?" Grim giggled at the thought. "If that were possible by any normal means, I probably would be dead by now! Or you know, more dead. Heeheeheehee!"
"Oh, I wouldn't envy them if I were you--they tell me that death can be sooooooo boring. Frankly, I believe them! But I'm only half dead, so I couldn't say I know from experience! If I were you, I'd want to die married, because that way I'd always have someone else to be dead with for eternity! I bet it would be far less boring, then, if ya kno' what I mean, hehehehehehe..."

"You disgust me." T'vor hissed.

Grim frowned in mock disappointment.

Sephiroth followed behind the other three--it was an incredible sight, to be sure, but he hoped Grim wouldn't 'accidentally' forget to take all those souls back with him. He wasn't in the mood for the Angel's shenanigans today. When they got back, he would have to go seek out Damien to retrieve the young dragons.

Chrissa found much comfort in her work--it was simple work, and frankly wasn't very rewarding, but it was busy, and she enjoyed the monotonous routine. It didn't change, she knew what to do, and the familiarity made her relaxed. So when Anuriel returned, she was feeling much better.
"Hello, miss Anuriel!" She greeted when the Demon entered.
Sedriso almost laughed.
"Oh, I can keep you alive, no doubt about that. Sedriso Ulveri, the finest blade--or mage, if that suits you better--that money can hire, at your service. Also the most expensive, if I'm honest, but I can assure you, I am worth every last gold coin. Speaking of which--I charge a flat fee of five-hundred gold per job. No exceptions, no I-owe-yous, and no refunds. However...before we get into all that, let me lay out what I can offer you, yes?" Now, Sedriso was getting into his game, and he rubbed his hands together.

"Simply put, I offer a combination of skills, unlike many of those other mercenaries who only know how to bash skulls in after coming clean from the bandit life. I've been doing this much longer than any of them, as well. Nigh a hundred years now, I think. I dare you to find any human mercenaries that can boast my experience. Be it magic, blade, or stealth, I can fulfill any combat requirements you may ever have. Which means, simply put, keeping you alive is what I do best." He told her.
"So...If you're still interested, then we can get right down to business."
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