Epsilon

[SIZE="1"]Hybrid Ninja, I love your contrast of the cold and warm colors. The list hasn't been updated, and no one seems to have called the next spot, I'm claiming it. I'll update this post when done. [b]Edit:[/b] [URL=http://img104.imageshack.us/my.php?image=gw0107sr5.jpg][IMG]http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/7672/gw0107sr5.th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] PS. - Thank you, Boo.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=SlateGray]If no one has yet requested permisson / selected the topic of [i][b]Using Layers[/b][/i] tutorial, I'd be happy to create one. Being color chanllenged, I also have a request. Within Adobe PhotoShop and various other programs, like OpenCanavs, there is the the Image > Adjustment options. If anyone has enough knowledge upon how to use any of these options for changing the various color levels. [b]Request:[/b] [i]Adjusting Color Levels.[/i][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1][b]Name:[/b] Sister Rasphin L. Poise. [b]Age:[/b] 25. [b]Gender:[/b] Female. [b]Race:[/b] Human. [b]Alliance:[/b] Section XIII. [b]Description:[/b] [URL=http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/5514/posie02oi0.jpg]Poise.[/URL] A height of exactly 5 feet, Poise is light, weighing 98 lbs. Having a fairly small build, she walks with an air of slight self doubt. Having come from a family of many cultures, she has no definite ethnicity. Often commented upon how her eyes are her best feature, they're a vivid brown. With a slight eerie green that creeps in form the outer rims. Within her eyes, as the brown meets and merges to the pupils, it seems as though there's a faint white lining. Her hair is short, being the same lengths as a male within the back, but gradually becoming longer to frame her face. Dressing casually outside of work from the Section, when she hunts or carries out orders, Poise will dress formally. Wearing a pair of black pants, a white button top, and ankle boots. Around her waist she wear a belt composed of three silver links, they come together as one at her right hip beneath a skull buckle. Around her neck she wears a dog collar, two small dog tags stating: name age and date of birth. Upon the other, there is simply a family emblem. [b]Weapons:[/b] [URL=http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/817/fnfanwg4.jpg]Two FN - FAL.[/URL] [i] - Fusil Automatique Léger. A 7.62 × 51 mm NATO, self-loading, selective fire rifle. Originally produced by the Belgian during the Cold War, it was later adopted by many countries through out the world. A common militia weapon and a fairly common civilian rifle. However, unlike the basic standard of the FAL's magazine capacity ranges from 5 to 30 rounds. Her gun is able to hold 10 to 40 rounds. Each magazine usually carrying 25 rounds. The basic concept and design of this FN - FAL remains, for most part, unaltered. Custom made to suit her needs this version is lighter then most. Having two silver strips of lining, horizontally, along the barrel. The identification number has been filed off the top and replaced with her first name in silver. The bullets Poise uses within her FN-FALs are custom to the Section XIII. Created of silver, the gun powder has been dried and saturated with holy water. Later to be redried again. The bullets are engraved with a cross from the Christian church. [/i] [b]Specialist Skills:[/b] Poise's special skills relay heavily in tactical advances and covering the tracks of her self and other members of Section XIII and the Second Order, fixing the flaws of their actions afterwards. [b]Personality:[/b] Uncomfortable within her own skin, Poise is often times considered timid and shy. She tends to have problems expressing her ideas and she is polite to a certain extent. She keeps her life and work separate. She is caring but is easily worried. The tendency of her personality, as a whole, often leads to miscommunication between she, Section XIII and The Second Order. However, she knows how to do her job and how to do it well. Sister Posie is neutral against Vampires. Seeing them not as good or bad, but things in general that simply need to be gotten rid of. [b]Short Bio:[/b] Born to a family of six, Poise was the youngest child and the youngest female. Although the two parents loved their children, it was inevitable that they couldn't distribute their love or kindness evenly. After the first two children were born and raised, they no longer need to watch their children as closely. As the third child came they knew they simply needed to support their children facially. The four children could take care of the youngest and of themselves. Poise did not know her parents well. It was simply the way things were done, a way of efficiency. At the age of 10 her family had moved to a new home in England. A larger one to accommodate all of them and the children's developing need of space. The house was three stories high and far away from neighbors or a city. One day while exploring the new house's attic, Poise happened to stumble upon three sleeping people. They stirred slightly, seeing as she was only a child, they went back to rest. Feeling only amounts of indifference, she thought of mice and cats. She later returned with a shotgun she'd found in the basement from the former owners. Poise never spoke of this incident. The following month two men dressed came to the door. Alone and slightly confused, their was no one else home of which she could turn to. She let them in politely as she watched the search around the house. Collect the former owner's thing from the basement. The continued to look through out them home, not satisfied to their findings. Poise led them to the attic, they found the gun and took it. At the age of 18 Poise was contacted by the Section and Order. Leaving for London, her parents and her first brother were dead. [b]Notes:[/b] Contrary to Poise's dedication and the joy she receives from working with Section XIII, she holds a job in a local bar and cafe. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=SlateGray]You're welcome, I'm glad you like them. The last two sets I had made are done with the same image and style, so that they may be matched in different ways. [b]Avatar[/b] 101. [IMG]http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/6202/an02bj9.jpg[/IMG] [b]Avatar[/b] 102. [IMG]http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/8917/an03mn3.jpg[/IMG] [b]Banner[/b] 101. [IMG]http://img470.imageshack.us/img470/281/an101av1.png[/IMG] [b]Banner[/b] 102. [IMG]http://img470.imageshack.us/img470/4636/an102uq9.png[/IMG] [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]One set I tried out of three. I will post the other to sets later. Please let me know if you like them and would like to see anything changed. I wanted to keep them simple, due to the fact Amuro is very lovely. [b]Avatar:[/b] 001. [IMG]http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/9199/an002mq3.jpg[/IMG] [b]Avatar:[/b] 002. [IMG]http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/8724/an003ss9.jpg[/IMG] [b]Banner:[/b] 001. [IMG]http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/7460/an001xh8.png[/IMG][/SIZE] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Get an apprenticeship for a graphic or design studio / company. You'd be able to get experience and help along with help on how to market your skills as a freelance artist. If that doesn't suit your fancy, as everyone else has said. Practice and study the feild. Go to college or general classes and continue to study graphic design. Also it doesn't matter what program you use, it depends on what you're trying to create and if you know how to do it. --- There are two things that bothered me about these. [b]1.)[/b] There are border. Logo's with borders, with the use you are referring to, shouldn't have borders. It makes them a bit limited. IE: [i]They won't work very well on pamphlets, envelopes, stationary, etc.[/i] I'd make another version for them. One with and without the borders. So incase the clinic does not later need the borders, they'll have the option. [b]2.)[/b] This goes back to my original suggestion. Because of the border, it's limited. The size of the grey image I suggest making smaller and whole. Being able to see the top of of the parent's head, the image extending down to mid point before the cut off. As for the text, I think it should be moved off to the side. Both the purple and black text. In the center going horizontally. The purple text upper and the black text slightly smaller. On the other image, my only recommendation is to give another option with out the background. To you're work so far, I like the concepts of which you've come up with. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]I'm calling the next spot. My piece will be up shortly. Keyblade Wielder, yours is very cute. [b]***Edit.[/b] Finished. [URL=http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/3899/limitshy2.jpg]Please Click Here[/URL] to view. Art featured is from the art book 'Void.' And Adobe screen shots. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]My first name and my two of my three middle names. [b]Name:[/b] [i]Rodrica[/i] [INDENT][i] - Female variation of Roderick or Rodrick. Please see Roderick or Rodrick for meaning.[/i] [b]Roderick.[/b] [b]Gender:[/b] Masculine. [b]Usage:[/b] English. [b]Pronounced:[/b] RAHD-ur-ik, RAHD-rik [i] - "Famous power" from the Germanic elements hrod "fame" and ric "power". This is the name of the main character in the poem 'The Vision of Don Roderick' by Sir Walter Scott. In Scottish this name means famous ruler or .[/i] [/INDENT] [b]Name:[/B] Lei. [INDENT][i] - Lei meaning flower bud or to tire.[/i] [b]Gender:[/b] Female. [b]Usage:[/b] Chinese. [b]Pronounced:[/b] LIE[/INDENT] [b]Name:[/b] [i]Bengjira.[/i] [INDENT][i] - Origin of name is unknown. 'Daughter of Benjamin, our right handed son or man.'[/i] [b]Gender:[/b] Female. [b]Usage:[/b] Unknown. [b]Pronounced:[/b] BEN-geari-a[/INDENT] I've never actually met anyone else with the same name of Rodrica or of Roderick. Although I won't post any of my surnames, my father's origin is British / Irish. Our crest meaning is supposedly [i]'Those brave in times of hardship and war.'[/i] Which goes well when combined with my first name.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=SlateGray]It's been a while since I've seen some of your work, however, I still adore your color schemes. The solid colors appear very vividly. Helping to contrast towards the beginning of the two bars where the colors fade and merge into one another. Also upon your use of the slanted direction of the yellow, blue, and white bars. The angle of which those colored bars and how they match up to the dashed lines help to further focus upon the center piece. I love you splatter, unlike many artist you've used it in moderation. The text fits very well. Especially the effect of which you used on the lower most of the picture. The text is over lapping, but at the same time readable. The shades of pink used for the numerical two is befitting, matching with the bottom. The overlapping into splatter while other letters touch and become part of the empty spaces above it. Your placement of 'Pick It Up' is a good choice. Getting down to being nit-picky. The small little area of where the light blue, white, and pink bothers me slightly in terms of design. Although I like the way the three come together, having them over lapping at the same point in the image goes a bit against some of the dashed lines. I'd like the image better if one of the merges started slightly later in the image, or was increased, preferably the top one. Lovely job, Retribution. [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1] Wonderful story, Ezekiel. Please notify me if anything needs be altered or if my sign up is errored thus far. ------------ [b][i]Sign Up-[/b][/i] [b]Name:[/b] Soli Discordia. [b]Age:[/b] Appears 26. [b]Gender:[/b] Female. [b]Race:[/b] Yarou. [b]Occupation:[/b] Solider. [i](Allied w/ Meram.)[/i] [b]Position:[/b] Specialist. [b]Weapon:[/b] Duel Rapiers. [i] - Relatively slender, blade 2.5 centimeters in width and 95 centimeters in length. These two swords are sharply pointed. Well kept and sharpened. These The blades are composed of two different strong metals, iron and steel, melded into one blade. Coming up from where the blade meets the hilt is a thin strip of darker colored steel. This strip ends at mid point of the blade, looping into a thin oval hole within the blade. The handle and hilt of Soli's rapiers are relatively simple. The top rounding in a slight sphere fallowing downwards. As two more stripes of the darker metals cross to form a curved x. The handle it's self is ridged and collored black. Covered in slightly decaying bandages. Because of the dullness of the nervs in her finger tips, there is string wrung tightly around each of her fingers. This is usually used as a cutting or trapping device.[/i] [b]Spells:[/b] N/A. [b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/3827/solikb4.jpg]Please Click Here.[/URL] [i][color=gray](Character and drawing © My-self. Please do not use or reproduce without permission, etc. )[/color][/i] [b]Personality:[/b] Om Ni Me Hung. Bliss and pride to passion and desire. The fear of poverty and the feeling of possessiveness to things held dear. Aggressive as a fighter, Soli is annoyed by others easily. However this does not show normally unless provoked or bothered. Preferring to keep silence and speak when it's mandatory. There is an odd silence and high tension that seems to fallow her around. Soli becomes a hot head in debates or while strategically planning. She refuses to be wrong. Soli is often called brutally honest and too serious, pointing out the flaws of others and her own battle actions. Intelligent, there are few who stand up to her. This goes the same for in battle, strong and merciless. She has earned a reputation for being such a low ranking soldier for not letting others off with put an extensive blow. [b]Excerpt of Character:[/b] [i]Hades: Realm of the Dead : 1 Year ago.[/i] [b]"You're so annoying."[/b] Voice unwavering, Soli's finger tips danced along the hand of her rapiers. An insistent tapping as the strings slowly unwound from her fingers. Trailing down, the string had been stained red. [b]" Always awaiting your disaster."[/b] The humans stared, stunned, stumbling, and stuck. They could not return to their out post anymore. Slowly and carefully they began to retreat, not yet turning their backs, forming the classic tactical position of a small circle. The other Yarou began to revolve round the small group, all of them slowly drawing closer. Watching them closely, Soli smiled, twirling her rapiers they flipped and rounded about hand quickly. Her body swaying slightly before charging to meet the lead human. The other Yarou bounding forward. [i]Terra: Realm of the Living : Current Day.[/i] The three tacticians of the Meram paced back and fourth. Soli stared, leaning back against the shores' rocks. A rapier in her hand, she trailed the blade within the water, waiting. Small bubbles floating through the ripples as they moved away. Tracing the sign of infinity in the mud and sand. She watched as the water flowed, sweeping it away. Stroking her cheek with her other hand. Pulling at her skin, Soli torn light layers of skin of. Letting them fall and catch light breezes. Seeing a small piece of Soli's rotting skin flow by on the wind, Tory looked up from the beauty of the water. He scorned slightly his face scrunching in disgust. His foot prints left behind him in the sand as walked near her. [b]"Must you do that now? It's repulsive." [/b] She made no answer or any form of reply. Her hand continued to stroke her rapier through the water. Ignoring his presence completely. Kneeling down beside her, he tilted his head to see the other side of her cheek. Unable to Tory grabbed her head by the chin his other yanking her hand away, he pulled her head over and pressing down. So that the opposite side of her face was exposed. Soli's finger dips a dark red she had stripped away the layers of dead, rotting, skin. Only to reveal small areas of live skin, bleeding. He stared, dropping her hand and releasing her chin. Tory slapped his hand across the cheek closest to him. [b]"That dead skin is protective to you, isn't it?"[/b] Angry he took the rapier from Soli's hand. Striking it down in between the rocks. [b]"You're bored, so you tear your skin apart. Can't you be more productive?"[/b] Soli smiled. [b]"Can't you be more useful?"[/b] Another tactician stopped, coming up behind Tory. [b]"We can find a better use for her."[/b] She smiled, staring at the other two tacticians. She moved her hand back to her cheek, covering it with her palm. The final tactician came placing his hand upon Tory's shoulder. He jerking his hand away, Tory turned more angry then before. [b]"I've been appointed director of the Yarou units. I don't need either one of your help!"[/b] Tory's head fell back as he took a slight step to the side. Soli stood, wrapping her arm around his neck, pulling back with her hand. He grabbed her arm, trying to pull away. Watching the glistening of string in the light.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Thank you, Mike. I feel loved now. ~

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1][b] Image 001.:[/b] [i]Original Sketch.[/i] I enjoy the characters expression and your use of color. The green snake / reptile in the background really helps to accent the character's eyes further. However, I must say that the concept reminds me more of the artist Amano. Rather then the art work of Angel Sanctuary or it's concept of the character Lucifel. The dynamics of the face and angle of hair are done very well. As Dragon Warrior has already stated, I'd like to see more detail on the piece. The simplicity of the clothing doesn't contrast very well with the detail and eye catching movements of the hair, reptile, and facial expression. The only other thing that bothers me is how pointed the upper tip of the characters ear is. Other then those small things, I like this image very much. [b] Image 002.:[/b] [i]Kingdom Hearts II.[/i] The concept seemed to catch my eye before the drawing it's self did. In this image you did very well on using the concept of the triangular design principal. Eyes fallowing the two characters, up to the comet in the sky and back down to the hole (crater) in the mid selections background. Also, the area where the sky meets the horizontal line. Gradually becoming lighter. Although I think you did very well on the concept... Your design elements and execution could have been better. What has bothered me most, is that your horizon line is... Flat. The areas around the holes or craters are as well. Generally there would be mounds of areas around the holes / craters that would rise. Even if only slightly. As I was looking at this I noticed six areas upon the ground that rise and have a darker outline. Those same kind of shadows and build up of the ground's material should appear around the holes / craters. As for the horizon line, I think that it's incoherent when paired with the rest of the image. Regardless of how long the land, water, etc. stretches for. There should be slight deposits or dips that are more noticeable. A smaller comment now. In the human skin you can find nearly every hue or color pigment you can imagine, when under the correct lighting or glow. Since the sky is purple, indigo, blue, etc. there would be a light shadowing of those colors. [b] Image 003.:[/b] [i]Sephiroth.[/i] The concept of Sephiorth and flames is always a nice concept to try once or twice. To see the variations of an artist's interpretation. I like the high lights used upon his clothing, armor, and sword. The colors of which you chosen go well together. Especially your blending of colors on the flames. The thing I notice most about this image is that it's very 1 dimensional. There are no row of flames. Nor do any of the flames move around or are in front of Sephiorth. The shading on the upper most of the picture seems messy and fairly rushed. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][QUOTE=Revelation][B][color=#CD6619][SIZE=1]Le Finished Product:[/B] [IMG]http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/4372/dc5lh.jpg[/IMG]. Since my dear character is in sketch, the basics of him is that he has black hair with red tints, his shirt is black with the 'DC' grey with a white outline, and his eyes are blue.[/size][/color][/QUOTE][size=1] I am claiming Revelation's character. [color=red][b]EDIT***[/b][/color] Done. I'm so sorry Revelation. I had problems with the tatto underneath his eyes. I hope that you like it though. I like this one a lot though. You're character is very fun to draw. I also hope you don't mind me adding a dead set. I'll be posting the CG'ed / Color version soon [IMG]http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/5599/dc5yu.png[/IMG] My character [URL=http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/7513/boixflower7nf.jpg]Boi.[/URL] Sadly I do not have an updated profile image. And I apologizes for my terrible pen skills in moving vehicles. But he has the appearance of a child. Dresses in black pants and a black long sleeve shirt. He likes flowers, both dead and alive ones. Under his left eye he has the number three in roman numerals.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[quote name='Ezekiel][SIZE=1']Why is 666 an evil number anyway? I'd really appreciate it if someone could explain to me. =/[/SIZE][/quote] [COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1] I would like to know that as well. Since my religion doesn't have 6-6-6 anywhere as being bad, or even being mentioned... I don't really know why people think it's the Omen, end of the world, etc. So, this day is basically a normal day for me. Other then hearing that more people are in chruch then usual on a Monday or people are lockiong them-selves inside for a bit. Also, if I remember correctly. When the calender was reformatted by the Romans', didn't they get rid of a yew days / a week(s in the month of Septemeber? If so, that'd mean our date of 6-6-6, today, is off by quite a lot.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=SlateGray]Sakurasuka's character has not yet been posted at this point, thus can't really be claimed. Hopefully this can help. So far the people listed as fallowing character's have been drawn. [b]Please note.:[/b] The one in bold is currently in transition. The one marked in [b]'*****'[/b] is currently unkown. [color=red][b]Red[/b][/color] means the person has not yet posted their character. Or [COLOR=Orange][b]Orange[/b][/COLOR] if the character is up but has not yet been called. [i]Sara's character drawn by Lunox. Lunox's character drawn by Illusion. Illusion's character drawn by Dodeca. Dodeca's character drawn by Sara. Sara's character drawn by Ezekiel. Ezekiel's character drawn by Boo. Boo's character drawn by Forest. Forest's character drawn by Ozymandius Jones. Ozymandius Jones's character drawn by r2vq. r2vq's chacater drawn by 1nOnlyCloud. 1nOnlyCloud'a character drawn by The Boss. The Boss'a character drawn by han ki-tae. Han ki-tae's character drawn by Epsilon. Epsilon's character drawn by Ezekiel. Ezekiel's character drawn by The Boss. The Boss's character drawn by Delta. Delta's character drawn by cancer. Cancer's character drawn by GTK. GTK's character drawn by The Boss. The Boss's character drawn by han ki-tae.[/i] Han ki-tae's character drawn by [b]Amelia's character drawn by Revelation. [/b] Revelation's character drawn by [color=red]*****[/color].[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=SlateGray]The idea is interesting, since I am assuming in this stage it'd be solely a thread here at the Otaku Boards. Correct? At first when I was looking at this it's remarkable similar or Art of Otaku. Which was released a few months ago by OB's base site theOtaku. I had participated and noticed how many artist had to be cut if they did not meet the deadline. The project is kind of like the 'How to draw Manga' but is digital and may be bought through theOtaku from Adam. There are a few problems I see with this. Mainly making sure you have enough tutorials and having them written properly. IE all details spread and thought through. Also you might need to make sure that all the artist would be available to answer questions about their specific tutorials. possibly cluttering up the thread, they could provide more one on one help through pm. Also the requesting of specific tutorials might become too demanding on some of the artist. So participating would talk a lot of dedication and you would need some way to make sure they're up to it. If you do go through with this though, I think it might be good to do a FAQ post for each artist. Having the thread mainly tutorial oriented without side commenting. Then as artist are contacted through PM add it to the artist's FAQ post.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1] I have to agree on some of that points stated by, Starwind and Caine. Out side influences do help to determine if a child will care enough or not learn a certain subject. A National Governors' Association Task Force on Adult Literacy reported, illiteracy is an inter-generational problem. Fallowing a parent-child pattern, poor school achievement and drop out before completing high school are common among children of illiterate parents. The idea of knowing where your life might lead, depending on finical status, can lead to negative trains of thoughts. Effecting school work. However, that is not a limited reason. Children in other countries do not have problems with learning to read or to write. People learn a language is made up of sounds, specific letters stand for various sounds of the language. The first thing to learn is the letters of the alphabet. The next thing to learn is to link the sounds indicated by the letters to make words and sentences. So phonics may also have a problem. The way they are or are not taught in school. Also some children either pick up on the English writing in terms or writing or reading, other might just not understand how to use it properly. I have a very heavy and odd accent. English is my first language and I have live in the United States of America for most of my life. At the same time I've spent a lot of time out of the country in Jamaica and china and so my accent and how I pounce English words does not sound proper. Although, I do my best to correct when I write in any language. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[QUOTE=han ki-tae]since people are so hasty here goes a sketch wich I'm gonna finish. okay? no sword but it is your swordsman, hehehe. I'm gonna color it and make a full body shot don worry. and here goes mine. [URL=http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=25554]girl with no name[/URL][/QUOTE][COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]You've done a very wonderful job, han ki-tae. I like your art style, iIt's very flowing. Your character designs and facial skills are so lovely. I call han ki-tae's character. [b]Edit.***[/b] Done. [URL=http://img264.imageshack.us/img264/93/nameless4ga.jpg]Original Sketch Here.[/URL] [IMG]http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/5862/bright2tv.jpg[/IMG] Thank you for allowing me to draw your character han ki-tae.~

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]You've done a good job with your pointillism in your Naruto, Shino, fan art. And I really adore your citrus coloring and your blending style on Mach 5 Graf. As Retribution, you may want to study the human figure further. Since many of your characters' body compositions are off. Only if slightly, it redirects attention to the places where your positions and form may be off. You're light sources and more then 3/4 of the images seem accurate and fallow through out the image well. The only problem is I have is how some of it is more solid and does not fade as much. As I looked through, the way you've chosen to blend the pencil lead I wondered what type of medium you're using to shade. You may want to use a softer type of lead or do practice shading boxes t understand the amount of pressure needed to get the specific shades of grey. However, in terms of concepts I think you're doing a wonderful job. Especially in your original pieces, The Soul. The style of your drawings and the amount of detail are well balanced. I also like the colors you've chosen, the analogue and complimentary colors are well picked for the character's designs and, from what I can see, the characters' personalities. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Good idea, I had not thought about that when I was writing. But a mortician would definatly be helpful / needed to the characters' case an the Rpg it's self. Having Abel's body would help with any references to murder, suicide, forensics, etc. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Thank you for signing up, Starwind and Aizen. ------------------------------- [b]Name.:[/b] Azalea Aoi Naohito. [b]Gender.:[/b] Female. [b]Age.:[/b] 23. [b]Appearance.:[/b] Not dramatically tall, Azalea is only five feet. Weighing 90 lbs. Her hair is short, reaching 3/4th way down her neck. Chopped oddly, with three boyish layers that often times curl downwards on the ends. Azalea has bangs that are neatly cut and flared, reaching past her eye brows. She brushes them to the sides. Hair originally black, it's streaked fusion purple and brown. With deep brown eyes that appear black. You can easily tell that Azalea came from the outer islands of Japan by the texture and slightly off color of her skin. In terms of dress, Azalea wears her typical standard uniform of detectives and police officers of Japan. A pressed, white buttoned up blouse. The collar fitting closely and neatly around her neck. The cuffs held together with a white traditional lotus flower buttons, matching those of her blouse. A knee length black skirt, with a slit running up the left side three inches up the lining. Choosing to wear black stockings, Azalea sports black ankle boots. The silver clasp leading the chain to fit around in a loose hanging loop. Around her left arm is an arm band. White with red embroilment, it easily reads across the Government Police of Japan curved around it's symbol. [b]Persona.:[/b] Blood type AB. Azalea is thought to have a delicate sensitivity. Considerate of other people's feelings and when trying to deal with other uses care and caution. However, strict with her self and those closest to her more so then others. She's slightly unstable, her thought patterns are often though odd and illogical. But many times before her thoughts has proven correct. Seeming as though her emotions can swing, she does her best to treat all others equally. Although when her temper flares, she'll extract her self from the situation. [b]Biography.:[/b] Originally born in Kobe City of the Hyogo Prefecture of Japan. The Naohito's later relocated to the major city of Tokyo with relatives. In fourth grade, near the age of 10, she met those who would later become her life long friends; Abel and Cain. Growing up with these two made life easier to adjust to in Tokyo. Becoming attached to them, Azalea did all she could to make sure her marks were up to standards to continue the same educational line with these two friends. The older she grew, the more athletically she inclined. Where as Abel and Cain developed into writers, Azalea took another route. With the approval of her parents and teachers she pursued a career in law enforcement. Taking in various forms as fighting to occupy the majority of her time not spent with others. During this point, Abel and she stayed close. While Cain and she slowly grew apart. Being the friend she was, Azalea couldn't pry into Cain's private life. After high school, the three stayed together for a short period of time before leaving for college or wherever else their paths were taking them. Abel stayed to become a big time journalist in Tokyo. Cain left to the United States to become an author. Keeping tabs, she collected Abel's newspapers and Cain's books. Even though she could read them. And checked upon them every few months. The day after she checked upon Abel, his picture and obituary was hanging on her wall. [b]Relation.:[/b] Long time friend of Abel and Cain. [b]Involvement. / Role.:[/b] In training, detective of Abel's murder case. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1][QUOTE][Size=1][b]Short Summery:[/b] [i]Three old friends from High School have since grown up, Abel, Cain, and Azalea. Abel and Azalea staying close in a city of Japan. While Cain left shortly after his High School years to pursue his dream. Best friends since they were young they slowly grew apart. Abel, a top journalist and student in physiologist. Cain, an aspiring writer and well known author. And Azalea an in training detective. They've not heard from one another in nearly six years. Until now. For unknown reasons Abel's name has shown up in the wrong part of the news paper. His parents left in a haze, there are no known reasons for suicide. By request of his parents, the Kim's, Azalea is looking into the case with Cain's help. They've gotten in too deep.[/i][/size][/QUOTE] Advernture Inn. [URL=http://otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=52886]Here[/URL] [b]Characters.:[/b] A-Z. Azalea. - Epsilon. Cain. - Aizen. Thomas. - Starwind. ----------------------- [b]Other.:[/b] If you have any questions, concerns, or comments about the RPG please direct them here. The character list will be updated as more people sign-up. Along with any major happenings in the RPG. My apologies for everything being so long. Thank you. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Gray][SIZE=1][color=red][b]Note: ***[/b]Please be aware this RPG is rated M - for Mature. It may contain high amounts of violence, sexual content, and language not suitable for child and younger teens. Thank you.[/color] ------------------ An RPG created by Aizen and my-self. Warning here, this is massively long. So a summery is being listed for your convince. [b]Summery:[/b] [color=black][i]Three old friends from High School have since grown up, Abel, Cain, and Azalea. Abel and Azalea staying close in a city of Japan. While Cain left shortly after his High School years to pursue his dream. Best friends since they were young they slowly grew apart. Abel, a top journalist and student in physiologist. Cain, an aspiring writer and well known author. And Azalea an in training detective. They've not heard from one another in nearly six years. Until now. For unknown reasons Abel's name has shown up in the wrong part of the news paper. His parents left in a haze, there are no known reasons for suicide. By request of his parents, the Kim's, Azalea is looking into the case with Cain's help. They've gotten in too deep.[/i][/color] ------------------ The room was small and empty. It was naturally empty. Impersonal, and seemingly unlived in. The room had no traces that a boy, just two weeks ago, had lived there before his untimely death. The walls would have been barren if not for the single shelve with red string that cascaded to the floor. The blinds were closed collecting a thick layer of dust. When turned on the lights were dim. Neglect of care and replacement tainted most of the room. The small trunk was empty. A single sized bed covered with black pillow cases and sheets. Everything, perfectly, in place. The dresser was set up in a complete alignment. The seat in front, a pencil next to a notebook. On the right was a closed laptop that look old and worn. On the opposite side of the room, it was the same. Six rows of book, reaching little more then three feet. Not a book out of place. It held old and new books alike. Ranging from new and old religion and science to fairy tales and children's book. It was just as they had expected it to be. Cain stopped, closing back the trunk lid softly. Standing he placed to fingers against the green blinds and looked out side. The sun was setting already, they still hadn't found any answers for his friends parents. Slowly he leaned against the window edge, folding his arms. He sighed and glanced around the room. Azalea looked up from the bed and smiled at him. She stood closing the black and white note book, returning it to it's place on the dresser. Opening the laptop, she pressed the power button before beginning to go through the drawers. Propping him-self up, he moved, looking over her shoulder. Not making a sound he watched Azalea as she placed everything in heaps upon the floor. Looking at the mess he dropped down and started to file through piles of paper. Finding a black Memorex Disc, he kneeled opening the E; Drive. Cain inserted the disc. It didn't open, they waited as the disc jumped within the drive. Leaning over Azalea opened the disc manually. It contained one very large text file which was designated AD. It was a journal, spawning from over two years. But every entry was short and simple. The opposite of their very elaborate friend. Cain moved to take the seat in front of the desk. scrolling through the entries. They started out light enough, but as they went through the dates. Closer and closer to present day, they became... Odd. Jumping around from their days of High School and college to slight and quick references of things appearing in the shadows. Things watching him from the walls, and something that screamed and scratched at the walls at night. That only he could hear. He sighed, Abel hanging him-self in the closet couldn't have been suicide. The act wasn't in his personality. It had to be something else. She moved behind him, he didn't notice. Hours passed and Cain still hadn't finished reading. Azalea paced back and forth. The sun had set and they still didn't find anything that could be returned to their work place or console Abel's parents. Opening the blinds, the street lights flooded in. The chair fell. Turning abruptly around, Cain was gone and the closet door open. She whispered his name quietly, but no reply. Heading towards the closet, she opened the door wider. Peering inside, Azalea quickly glanced around and walking further into the closet. Cain dash past her from the corner of the closet. The door slammed shut. Worried, she tried to open the door. He had locked her in. Banging on the door Azalea screamed, pleading to Cain to let her out. Cain smiled. His back against the door. Gently turning, he tapped on it with three fingers, and gently spoke. [b]"Oh, Aza...you don't know how many days I spent trying to think of how to get you up here. I did this so I could tell you something. This is the only place where we won't be found, so no one will interrupt."[/b] Azalea felt dread grow in the pit of her stomach, coiling around. What was he going to do...? He answered her immediately. [b]"I wanted to tell the person I trusted the most what happened to Abel. It wasn't suicide, no. I know that no one would believe it. Someone killed him. And try as you might believe, it's not me. It's...well, you see...it's..."[/b] He took in a sharp gasp of breath, suddenly unable to breathe. A sound slammed into the wall, sending reverbrations through it. A hope, just big enough for Azalea's eye, was made. Without thinking, she peeered out of it. She saw Cain, pinned up against the farth wall, with two large thumbs pressing into his neck. He passed out. Trapped in a closet, with only a small hole to work with. Something lay just within her reach, poking underneath the closet door [i]Just in case. I knew we'd be followed...I just had a feeling...so I locked you in here. Please don't bang against the door before you see someone leave. I'm afraid for your safety. I don't know who it is...but keep the disc with you. Abel might of left something on it. There's a box cutter in a coat pocket. That's why I dissapeared, to put it in there. Like I wrote; just in case. Cut a hole and get free. And if you have enough time, you might wanna have 9-1-1 on handy. I love you, Aza[/i] Azalea let in a sharp gasp of breath, staring at the four words near the bottom of the page. Blinking, throat dry, she pulled herself away from the note and searched through the pockets, until her delicate fingers closed around the cold metal. The end of the blade nicked her finger, but Azalea hardly noticed it as she pulled it out, ripping the coat in her haste. Working quickly and efficiently as she should with bleeding fingers slipping down the metal of the razor, Azalea cut a square large enough for her to reach a hand out and unlock the closet door. Breaking free, she immediately ran over to Cain. His breathing was shallow, and he wore cuts and lacerations like merit badges. Azalea didn't know that silent tears ran down her eyes, dripping into the pools of blood and diluting them. Quietly, he stirred and moved his hand to her's, swollen and broken fingers lying on Azalea's.He winced slightly at the pain, shifting around to dispell it. [b]"I'll be well enough...if you call the paramedics."[/b] He let out a dry, raspy chuckle that turned into a gurgle. Red flecks covered her face and he winced. [b]"...Sorry."[/b] Azalea smiled softly at him. Glancing around the room quickly for her messenger bag. Not fully moving, she akwardly stretch to grab the strap hanging off of the bed. It fell to the floor, papers and note books sliding out. She took the phone out of the side pocket. Flipping up the screen she dailed 911. [b]"Hello?"[/b] [b]"I need help, my friend... He was attacked. Please send help."[/b] [color=dimgrey][b][i]*** .Part Two. ***[/b][/i][/color] Cain was lifted on to the stretcher. The two paramedics shifting their weight as they hoisted it up. They slowly walked towards the door, carefully turning the corner. Azalea and the interrogation officer fallowed them down the stairs. Keeping an eye out for anything that could have gone wrong. Down the narrow hallway, leading to the door stood Abel's parents. Miss Kim was crying, her husband trying to comfort wasn't working. Sighing, Azalea continued after the officer and stopped in front of them. Bowing her head slightly, she apologized. Miss Kim looked up at her and shook her head. [b]"Is Cain alright?"[/b] Miss Kim's pronunciation was strained, and her voice was cracking. Azalea nodded, [b]"The paramedics said he'll be fine within two weeks or so."[/b] Mister Kim glanced at her, [b]"Were you able to find anything, about Abel?"[/b] She hesitated, not knowing what to say. Had the disc been removed? Azalea thought of Cain and what would happen if his father say him again. And so she lied. No, Abel hadn't committed suicide. No they didn't know who the attacker was, yet. Yes, she'd keep them informed should anything be discovered. Once outside the interrogation stepped in front of her. Too close, she stepped back. Bumping into the side of Cain's car. The questioning hand already been asked. Azalea even had been assigned as an apprentice at the same station the officer worked at. He asked if she was okay, gave her Cain's keys, and told her; it's alright if you don't come to class tomorrow. The Director will understand. He left, and she couldn't speak. Opening the door to the car, she stopped. In the reflection of the glass, she could see. Abel's parents were waiting for everything to just go away. She closed the door and headed back to wait with them. Cain sat propped against the back of the hospital bed. The room was quiet, sterile, and sad. The over head light fixture illuminated a soft blue. His fingers tips on the steel handle of the bed was cold. Shifting his head slightly to view out the window. All of the city lights had turned on. The dark cloudy sky merging with the warm colors of the city. His fingers twitched. Broken and bruised, the drugs had worn off. The bandages and medicine weren't helping. Cain's muscles could still moved in convulsions. He fidgeted slightly, the hospital was one of the last places he really wanted to be. Even if he knew he needed to be there. A tapping at the glass his gaze shifted. Azalea waved and smiled softly. Arm crossed over her chest, she had brought him flowers. But her pointer finger looped through, holding the black disc. She came in sitting down beside his bed. Placing the flowers and disc on the small table beside the hospital bed. Cain stared at her for a brief view minutes. Azalea smiled at him softly before beginning to explain the details of what they had gathered so far. His father had disappeared a few hours before. During the time Cain had been rushed to the hospital, there were no traces left. [/COLOR][/size][size=1] ----------------------- [color=black][b]Objection:[/b] You have a chance to plan various roles. A former friend, relative, co-worker, etc. of Abel Kim and the others. Another detective helping Azalea, or simply those with holding information of Cain's father. Or any other role you can come up with dealing with the investigation of Abel's murder / suicide. The father or someone helping Cain's father, people who sign-up for these roles will be PM'ed with any further detail needed. [/color] ----------------------- [COLOR=SlateGray] [u][i][b]Sign Up.[/b][/i][/u] [b]Name.:[/b] [Color=silver] English, Korean / Corean, or Japanese.[/color] [b]Gender.:[/b] [color=silver]Male, Female, whatever.[/color] [b]Age.:[/b] [color=silver][i]20. +[/i][/color] [b]Appearance.:[/b] [b]Persona.:[/b] [color=silver]Varied please.[/color] [b]Biography.:[/b] [b]Relation.:[/b] [color=silver][i]Friend, co-worker, family member, etc.[/i][/color] [b]Involvement. / Role.:[/b] [i][color=silver] How you effect the case.[/i][/color] [/color][color=black] ----------------------- [b]Other. / Questions.:[/b] [URL=http://otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=719857#post719857] Under Ground Thread.[/URL] Listing characters and commone questions or addtional detail. For questions, comments, etc. please contact Aizen or me. Thank you.[/color][/size]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]First of all... That was a very cute story, and I adore the innocence of your squirrel character. The style of which you've written in is very well rounded. There are very few flaws, not in terms of grammar though. Only in the way fairy tales are traditionally written. However, unless you study fairy tales I wouldn't expect them to be changed. One thing really bothered me... Your last sentence. [QUOTE][FONT=arial]Unfortunately for him, as soon as he got near the owl, it expanded it's large wings and grabbed the squirrel with one claw, flying away afterwards.[/FONT][/QUOTE] For some reason 'Flying away afterwards' doesn't seem right. Since the action word before was 'expanded,' I think that read aloud it would be rather be [i]'and flew away.'[/i] Other then that small flaw, I love it. You've got a wonderful talent for morals and how fables / fairy tales are written.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1][b]Name:[/b] Tshe Cho-nyi. [b]AKA:[/b] Zen. [b]Age:[/b] 25. [b]Gender:[/b] It. [i] - Feminine/Female but doesn't associate with either gender.[/i] [b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://img46.imageshack.us/img46/4092/thesi3dp.jpg]Here.[/URL] [b]Personality:[/b] Blessed with SPD. (Schizoid Personality Disorder) and IED. ( Intermittent Explosive Disorder.) Zen is fairly patient, or least, tries to be more so then those surrounding. Nice and understanding to the general population. Avoiding, and a lack of interest in, social relationships. She has a tendency towards a solitary lifestyle. Zen can tolerate others for awhile as long as the possibility of being alone afterwards for existed. Liking very few others, if at all any. However Zen is annoyed quite easily when people start rambling or some other annoying personality trait. Often times losing temper, becoming prone to violent out burst. Although not highly intelligent, Zen is smart. Using simple mathematics and Endocrinology ideals and theories while fighting. Rather then a fast or drawn out fight, it's aim is for accuracy. Allowing for the best results available. Slightly mood swings often occur. [b]Biography:[/b] She looked like a life size doll, just like a Lolita. It was the first time her facial expressions changed since the start of the interview... [b]"I'm with him, because it's the only way out of [i]exile[/i] and the [i]absolute[/i] infuriation of political figures. And to speak truly The Man, as many address him, is quite pleasurable to work for."[/b] Zen stopped, giggling. Cocking her head to the side with a childish smile. [b]"He was very nice, but in his own way. It was annoying how anyone could dislike him. I was unable to understand their emotions towards The Man. Those are the people who irritate me most."[/b] The writer stopped, nervously, resting his pencil. Taking off his glasses and brushing his hair away from his face. He glanced up at her. Their eyes had not met until this moment and immediately he gaze dropped. Taking a split second of Zen entire form ad figure. Rubbing his eyes, Trey paced his glasses to the small stand beside his chair. Smiling he picked back up the pencil. It was shaking between his fingers. [b]"Could you explain the nature and history with him? Such a women must have a unique past."[/b] Before he could move, she was upon him. Her knees barely pressing into the inguinal crease of his body, Zen's finger tips applying a light pressure to heart five. Trey's pencil snapped between his fingers. Zen voice was a whisper, her eyes open brightly, [b]"The Man is not 'him,' The Man is The Man. And I'm not male nor female, I'd beg your pardon to keep your manners."[/b] Her grip releasing, she slowly moved off of him. Taking from the table a new, sharp, pencil and gently placing it between his shaking fingers. Zen slowly backed up to her chair, flopping down in the seat as those it were a bed. Her legs folding over the arm of the chair. Zen stretched reaching over the opposite side, a few inches of her stomach showing. [b]"If you really wish to know my past, you'll find why The Man is so uniquely kind."[/b] Trey gripped the pencil tighter, writing, as she told her story. [b]"I was age five in a family of six. Up until the age of 12, my parents hadn't really cared. After that age, they started to. It made me... Sick to my stomach. I wanted to get rid of them, all of them. A families' mocking smile is a terrible, terrible, terrible, thing. I took care of the smile just as quickly as it had come. That part I enjoyed. I was the only one left in my family line after that. Age 17, I ran away with a friend to Thailand. We had been friends for years. However minds change and he 'grew up' and 'out' of the friendship that we had. I became his. Permanently. There was no where else to go. Three years of senseless beatings and rape, and whatever type of twisted love he had for me. Before [i]His Brother[/i] came into the picture, took a 9 millimeter gun to his brother's head. To My Lover's head. And took me away. Well, the fact of the matter was I had gotten attached to the man. During the night when [i]His Brother[/i] had finished with me, he fell asleep. I contacted anyone and everyone I could. As things turned out I had no rights granted to me by law. Only what the brother had given to me. That wasn't very much. So I left during the night, I didn't get far. The next day I was in Indonesia, the day fallowing I was back in [i]His Brother's[/i] bed. I tried to leave again, I got as far as Japan. That was when I met The Man, offering me a way out."[/b] Dismayed at Zen's speech, he put back down his pencil. Curling his hands into a fist, he cracked his knuckles. One by one, rolling other the top of each fist. An unsure grin on Trey's face as he stared again at the shape of her body. Examining her form, figure, and now more closely the arch of her back. The little bit of stomach that was showing. Zen's giggle and movements of her finger tips dragging a wire out from the top band of her stockings was his notion to begin writing again. [b]"In the night as [i]His Brother[/i] was sleeping... I took a small knife from the kitchen. Did as I was instructed, [i]'get a blade, and whatever else you can use. But don't get too close. I don't want you killed.'[/i] I was 20 then, and those instructions were the kindest words I had heard in the longest time. Durning [i]His Brother's[/i] sleep, I wrapped the wire around him. Threw him around a bit and played as kind as I could. Before stabbing him in the heart, cutting a few things off here and there. I called the authorities in the morning, they asked me if I needed somewhere to be placed. Where ever The Man was, was were I [i]needed[/i] to be."[/b] Shifting in her seat. Zen tossed the blade into the air. Trey watched it as it came back down, landing perfectly within her hands. Zen's hands were cupped, forming a slight shape of a heart above her neck. The wire dangling over her hands and down her neck on to Zen's legs. It flowed like water. He rubbed his eyes. Placing his note book and stub of pencil on the table with his glasses. He stared at her hands. The cupping of her hands and the shape of which it formed. Trey's voice was the last sound spoken between them, [b]"You're form is lovely...[/b] [b]Weapon:[/b] Tetsugen. A thin, but strong, black wire connected to a small blade at it's end. The blade measuring four point two inches tall and three point zero inches at it's base. Resting on the bottom edge and resting upon the wire there is a small Fundo. Or iron weight. Although the blade is self explanatory, the weight is slightly more complicated. The Fundo working to help with balance of the blade. It can also be used for more bludgeoning and entanglement purposes. [b]Alliance:[/b] The Tokyo Elite. [color=red][b]PS. - Thank you Sean. I'm sorry for being so late.[/color][/b][/SIZE][/COLOR]