Annie

[color=indigo][font=tahoma]Well, here's my attempt. I'm not really great with fonting, so, here's what I put together. [img]http://img204.echo.cx/img204/2686/sakuranarutoban0kq.jpg[/img] [url=http://img204.echo.cx/img204/2686/sakuranarutoban0kq.jpg]Linky here[/url][/color][/font]

[color=indigo][font=tahoma]Hm, I feel it's a little too bright. The background, at least. I think the background could be a few shades darker to help Raiden's lightning affect. It just blends and meshes too much and looks extremely busy. Like I said, Raiden would stand out more, as well as his lightning, if the background were darker, and you added more shadows. [/color][/font]

[color=indigo][font=tahoma]I'm going to describe the two before I let in on who my vote goes to. [b]Retri-kun[/b]- The banner was amazing. I love the color scheme, purple does very well in banners for some reason. The movement within the banner is phenominal (no, it's not a .gif file, the movement of colors and lines is what I'm talking about); clearly, I look at it, and try to find what lies within the picture. I swear I can see something, but since it's abstract, I can't tell if something is present or not. To me, it looks as if someone is running and splashing in puddles of paint. It's very hyperactive and energetic. The font, like Boo said, fits the theme (once again, being abstract, it's kind of impossible to dub a theme XD). So should I say, the tone of the banner. It's clear, it's visible, and it's legible. Crisp. [b]Sun-san[/b]- I am digging the richness of the colors. The turtle (Michelangelo) looks very clean and clear. The oddly-shaped banner behind him gives depth, forcing him to "pop" out a bit. The shape of the banner is great, it breaks away from the norm of rectangular form. But, I will say that the banner feels "still''. When I look at it, I can't see much movement or too depth. I feel as if I'm looking at a coloring book (a very good one at that, lol). However, the theme of being abstract does not apply to this image. Sure, the banner is, but the turtle is just too realistic to be considered a piece of abstract art. He's too tangible and detailed. The entire image looks like a poster for the cartoon, rather than an unexplanable banner. And I, from what I've been taught about abstract art, cannot agree that your image is abstract. This was a difficult review because both of you have intense talent, and both images were satisfying. But for the rules of the contest, I will pass my vote to Retribution. Good job, both of you. Keep going, I expect more abstract work from you, Sun-san.[/color][/font]

[color=indigo][font=tahoma]Oh. My. God. That is f***ing hot. I love the contrast and brightness, yet the dark and morbid reasoning. She's pretty damned sexy too. The ol'cat and mouse routine is very classy, and very satisfying ^_^ I absolutely love this, Jamies. The colors are amazing, the contrast is a bit pixely (but it adds character), and the cat girl's expression is cute. It's like she's posing with that "Next?" attitude. Beautiful.[/color][/font]

[color=indigo][font=tahoma]Vedette waved off the rest of the group and hugged her over coat tightly. Not that it was terribly chilly, which it was, but the feel of Berlin did not suit the Austrian. For some reason, Germany felt more sinister than any place Vedette had visited. Then again, Germany had many skeletons in his closet. Vedette shrugged and walked towards the same, black Rolls-Royce that had brought her. [b]"Vwhere to?"[/b] a slender, young man in a navy blue uniform smiled over his shoulder. His smile faded as he took the time to look over Vedette. His eyes, confused and embarassed, gave it away. Vedette chuckled at the poor man's utter confusion; he couldn't figure out if he should address her as "Miss" or "Mister". [b]"How late are the libraries open?"[/b] Vedette rest her face in the palm of her hand and braced her arm against the door. [b]"I know of one that is open until midnight. Should I take you there?" "If you would be so kind, I would greatly appreciate it,"[/b] the cheeky Austrian gave her driver a wink. He nodded, trying to ignore Vedette's wink, and pulled out into the empty street. For minutes, there was silence. It was unbearable, especially since Vedette was picking up on creepy vibes since she got into Berlin. And the fact that it was very dark didn't help her settle into this city. She slowly leaned forward and curled her fingers over the front seat. Her slinky movement provoked the driver's body to stiffen and his eyes to sharply avert to the rear view mirror. [b]"Would you be a darling and turn on the radio? The deathly silence is too thick,"[/b] Vedette cooly asked, tracing the rope of his shoulder pad. [b]"M-most certainly,"[/b] the driver fumbled with his words and his hand on the radio dial. Vedette smirked and sat back, letting the wave of classical music flow over her. The ride had become more comfortable, and she was able to collect her thoughts. She wanted to do more research, particularly on the Faustus lineage and this Mephistopheles. [b]"Vwe are here,"[/b] the driver hesitated to address once more and pulled up to an ominous building. [b]"This is a library?" "Ja." "Huh, it looks more like a cathedral than a library,"[/b] Vedette groaned, pushing the door open. She stood on the sidewalk, staring up at the magnificent architecture. [b]"Should I vwait?" "I will be in here a long time." "I vwill vwait zen."[/b] Vedette gave him a curt grin and thanked him. She turned to face the daunting building. The dim, yellow lights of the street lamps cast a glow on the stained glass windows. Not a single person walked the streets. Vedette couldn't blame them; a thick mist began to roll into the sidewalks and a slow breeze brought the scent of a dead city. She strode to the granite steps and climbed several before stopping in front of a heavy, wooden door. On this door was a series of iron hinges and bolts. The handle must have weighed twenty-five pounds on its own. Vedette gripped the handle and pulled, but was unable to pull with one hand. Grumbling in embarassment, even though no one was there to see, Vedette took both hands to the handle and pulled. The door groaned and slowly opened. Vedette stepped in cautiously, cursing the door before it shut tightly behind her. The interior was no more comforting than the exterior. Tall, looming bookshelves, dull, green lighting, and not a human in sight. Vedette had to wonder if that driver wasn't trying to set her up for trouble. The heals of her stilettoed boots echoed forever it seemed. [b]"Hello? Is there anyone here?"[/b] Vedette unbuttoned her over coat, draping it over an empty chair. [b]"Ja, I am here,"[/b] an old man with long, string-like hair appeared out of no where and lurked in the shadows of the front counter. [b]"I'm just going to study,"[/b] Vedette assured, walking down the seemingly endless columns of books. [b]"Ze occult section iz furzer down un' to your left,"[/b] the librarian's voice caught up with Vedette. She paused out of surprise.[i]How did he know..[/i] she pondered, but continued walking. [b]"Danke."[/b][/color][/font]

[color=indigo][font=tahoma]Sheila~! Heck yeah, Red vs Blue! I love this series. Sadly, I only saw most of season one (I'll have to get a hold of you, Syk3 ^_~). But, once you see this, you get hooked. I can make a whole conversation about a walrus, and everything. Once, I just kept tossing out lines to one of my friends, and he was like "What are you talking about? I'm not a gay robot." One of the greatest parodies of anything I've ever seen. I'd have to say that Caboose is my favorite character. "You lied to me." XD Just wait until Zabuza gets a hold of this thread.[/color][/font]

[font=tahoma]Well, I wouldn't want to be "famous". More of being well-known and well-thought of. I have this aspect of becoming a manga artist that resides in America, and creates manga in the traditional Japanese style. You know, when you look at some manga that is written by Americans, it reads like (and looks like) an American drew/wrote it. I don't want to be that. I want to make my drawing style, and writing style, actually look as if it came straight from a true, professional manga artist. It is a far-fetched dream of mine, but it's one that I'd like to at least give a shot. I want people to look at my manga/art and say "Wow, she's an American? I could have sworn.." So take that, Zazuba! >:p (I love you, hun ^_^; )[/font]

[b]One week ago[/b] [I]Hey, Mr. Superstar: ?I?ll do anything for you? ?I?m your number one fan? Hey Mr. Porno Star, I, I, I, I want you..[/I] [b]?Violet, turn that music down, or turn it off! One or the other!? [/b]Mr. Beauregarde?s voice rang through the house. It was a rather luxurious house, a big house; almost too big for two. Inside that house, in the farthest room from the street, on the second floor, a young girl becoming a woman sat in silence. She stared down at the white tiles of her bathroom?s floor, entranced with the flow of smooth lyrics and music. She ignored the constant calling of her name. His voice annoyed her. She hated his voice. So nasal-like, so high pitched, and he talked much to fast; almost like a woman who was too classy for her own good. Some days, her head would throb a tune to every syllable in her father?s speech. So, to drown him out, Violet smirked and slowly turned the knob of her stereo?s volume up a few dials. She loved [I]his[/I] voice. His voice was mesmerizing and beautiful. Whether he was yelling in his music, or singing poetic and light, his voice always soothed her. [b]?Oh, Mr. Wonka, don?t you know I?ll do anything for you??[/b] Violet traced his face on the CD cover laying beside the stereo. The black and rich, dark green cover contrasted harshly against the tile. If it weren?t for the stainless steel sink and bathroom accessories, this single CD would have tipped the balance of the all-white bathroom. Once again, Mr. Beauragarde?s voice boomed. But it was quickly silenced either out of frustration, or surrender. Violet chuckled to herself. Today was a good day. Today, she didn?t feel the throbbing in her head; just pure annoyance. Instead there had been a lingering pain elsewhere. It was a place that Violet wouldn?t dare speak to her father about. This was an area that she knew all too well. An area that could deliver pleasure, or filth. But, what was happening in this area, Violet knew wasn?t self-inflicted. She hadn?t caused this pain, so what exactly was it? She remembered a bit of something a female teacher had told her and her fellow female classmates, but she couldn?t be certain. Violet wanted her mother, she?d know what to do. Violet?s mother died when she was very young, this would have been her business; not her father?s. As she sat there, the pain intensified. She clutched her lower abdomen. It felt as if thousands of needles were stabbing at the soft tissue inside of her. Violet?s confusion bloomed into knowledge soon enough, instinctively. Her thighs were heated, and a moistness seeped between them. The sensation was slow and developing at first; it was like the affect of blowing a bubble from gum between the lips. And like this affect, once the bubble pops, the saliva or condensation from heated breath spills out. Only, for Violet?s real situation, it was not a bubble of gum, and it was not saliva or condensation. Almost frightened, and hesitant, Violet pulled up on her sundress to see that the moistness wasn?t her imagination, or a bubble of gum. The once white tiles between her legs became a canvas of a red painting of her official womanhood. Her eyes widened in a slight panic, yet, the feeling of joy crept up on her. The small canyons between the tiles soon became streams of her body?s discharge. Violet, curious of her body?s odd actions, cautiously trailed her hands between her thighs; just to make sure she hadn?t somehow acquired an injury. Her fingers slid gracefully over her tender, slick flesh and skin. It was an odd feeling between her slender fingers. Almost gel-like, but not entirely fluid, and it squished when she pinched her index finger and thumb together. Violet stared, fascinated with this discovery, this self-acknowledgement. She knew it was disgusting, that her father would be forever disturbed that she enjoyed the feeling of her new body, but something inside of her couldn?t help but to be aroused. This would be the best day of her life. This, was a good sign. And Violet, proud of her developing body, drew a red heart in one three inch-by-three inch tile. [b]?I am glad. It is just as I had hoped,? [/b]she sighed and leant back against the tiled wall, just below the sink. She smiled at her defiled hand with a sense of pride and pleasure. [I]Hey, hey, hey Mr. Superfuck, I wanna go down on you?[/I] [b]?Because, I am now a woman. And isn?t that what women do?? [/b]Violet picked up the CD with her messy hand and rubbed her thumb along Mr. Wonka?s overly painted lips, [b]?Hm, it seems that red isn?t your color, Sir.?[/b] [I]Hey, Mr. Supergod, Will you answer my prayers? Hey, hey, hey Mr. Superman, I want to be your little girl..[/I] Violet stared up at the stainless steel sink, giggling at her reflection. His little girl sat in a puddle of her own blood, fantasizing of only one thing: To personally show Mr. Wonka that she is, in fact, a woman. [I]I know that I can turn you on..[/I] [b]Today[/b] [b]?So, are you excited, Violet? Of course, you are! This will be the biggest wave of attraction to our name. I am counting on this to bring some more youthful costumers to the lot. Do you think it?ll work? You can get your new room redecorated then,? [/b]Mr. Beauragarde rambled on like a high school teenager. [b]?This is going to be a long trip,? [/b] Violet breathed into her magazine. They had only been in the air for an hour, and her father?s mouth had not stopped moving since they left the ground. It was thanks to Mr. Wonka?s compliments of an array of gifts, from an autographed autobiography, magazines, CDs, that kept Violet occupied and oblivious to her father. [b]?Couldn?t you have worn something--less white-trashy? Violet, are you listening to me? I buy you all these ?in? clothes, and you don?t wear them. If you do wear them, they are destroyed and torn to shreds. I don?t understand you,? [/b] Mr. Beauragarde shook his head, finally shutting his mouth. [I]I hate today?[/I]

[color=#550000][font=tahoma]Well, it isn't Photoshop manipulated [yet], but is still a thread for me to post artworks..so here's another I'm very, very fond of. His name is yet to be determined, but I lovingly named him "Blind Demon". It would be prettier if it were in Japanese (so if anyone could toss me a bone, I'd be most appreciative, lol). The image is big, so be warned: [url]http://img64.echo.cx/img64/9103/ninja0rk.jpg[/url] He was a request drawing for my beloved, Zabuza (aka Silpheed). Here's to you, my da'ling.[/color][/font]

[color=#550000][font=tahoma]I prefer manga over anime. One, manga is cheaper. I think the most expensive manga I bought was $12. Two, you get a more in-depth story from manga. There is so much happening within the story, that anime, sadly, leaves a lot out. [/color][/font]

[color=#550000][font=tahoma]Vedette slowly sat back into the plush cushion of her seat. She stared curiously into the German doctor's eyes. It was a silly question from her to ask of him; she knew what he was talking about when it came to seeing a "shade" within the human world. As he described what he saw, Vedette couldn't help it but to think of the little girl she had seen on the streets. "Excuse me, Doctor," cunningly spoken, Vedette propped her elbows on the table, "but could these spirits be in the form of a human? As in, the look human, they speak like humans do, and they even have a solid body? Or, are they possessions?" "Well, you would know the possessed better than I do," Wolfgang toyed with his glasses for a moment. "The Doctor is right. However, in recent events, it's becoming difficult to seperate possessions from souless spirits," Vedette poked at her food for the first time since Wolfgang began his speech. "I don't quite understand," Sakura looked over. "I think I do," Deirdre set her glass of wine down and looked down at the row of forks beside her plate. "Start on the outside, and work your way in, dear," Karl chuckled. "Thanks. Anyway, I think what Vedette meant is that, maybe due to the nearing of Apocalypse, the powers of Hells are having an effect on the spirits within our plane of existance. That, with this power, the evil spirits that posses the living are becoming stronger and harder to determine if they are just souless spirits," Deirdre waved her fork in Vedette's direction, "That is what I think. Is that close?" "Very close, Deirdre," the exorcist's eyes sparkled in amusement, "If you look at a normal possessed, the human's soul is still there. That is how you can tell a true possession; if the human's soul is still within them, but they can't use it because it is being controlled. So, within the past, let's say year, I've been in contact with what looked like a normal possession. But, as I began to visit and investigate, I found that the person's soul was deteriorating; or sometimes, not even present." "That's astonishing, Vedette," Alyssa tapped her delicate finger on the rim of her plate, "So, how do you save the human from the evil?" "Performing the ceremony on the first, I like to call them "souless possession", was fatal. I had no idea how to rid the human host from this parasite, and in turn, return the human's soul. I remember his name," Vedette shook her head, "What I'm saying, is that we have to do something fast. If this phenomina gets any worse, I don't know if anything can help us. I saw a little girl on the way here, and for the life of me, I couldn't tell if she was possessed, or a ghost. This isn't a good sign for us, Faustus." "I see," Wolfgang cooly slid his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "After hearing that, I'm disturbed to looking forward to what our mission will be. Spirits taking on the human form will only make our job a bit more difficult. Look around the table, at the person sitting next to you. Observe the cast you all are. Deirdre, you hunt and destroy evils for a living; Sakura, you also destroy demons, but I sense it's for some other, personal reason; and Vedette, you can see evils from humans, and you rid the human of its parasite. Everyone has a purpose here; everyone has a job to do, and we all will work as a team. We need each other's abilities in this time of dismay and ever-shadowing darkness." Vedette took a slow bite of her, now, cold dish. She thought she had better get used to it; dinners were going to be short from here on in. With the way spirits were "evolving" today, it seemed they would have their work cut out for them.[/color][/font]

[url]http://img67.echo.cx/img67/8933/ban26ov.jpg[/url] [color=#550000][font=tahoma]That's what I came up with on a second attempt. The first one I showed you over MSN was horrible, this one seems to settle a little better with me. The only thing I couldn't do is your name. [/color][/font]

[color=#550000][font=tahoma]Vedette eyed this Alyssa carefully. The girl was very attractive, and Vedette couldn't help but think that Alyssa knew just that. The young girl seemed too smart for her own good. Vedette tried to shake it off, but as soon as this young [i]lady[/i] explained herself, that "oh, maybe I'm just imagining" feeling wore off. Alyssa knew what she wanted, and got whatever it is that struck her fancy. Vedette watched the petite girl kill a bottle of vodka, but instead of looking at a drunken child, Vedette found herself repulsed at the German's pretentious attitude. [i]Hm, perhaps it's because she's rich and famous?[/i] Vedette sipped at her glass of wine. Being judgemental was a dirty habit of Vedette's; a habit that blesses and curses her. A habit picked up during her studies of evil spirits, exorcisim, and deciphering the living from the dead, or the normal living from the possessed. "So, Ms. Fitzgerald--" Wolfgang started, quickly cut off by Vedette's harsh head shaking. "Vedette, please call me Vedette," she smiled over the rim of her glass. A ring of light danced over her uncanny face. "Very well, Vedette, you are an exorcist? But how? Your file states you are of no religion," the doctor glanced aimlessly over the menu. "That's exactly what the possessed ask me," she chuckled and set her glass down, taking up the menu as well, "You don't need to belong to a religion to perform the cermony" "I'm still addled," Wolfgang pointed to a meal, and the waiter scribbled on his note pad, "You have to have some sort of higher power to properly rid souls of possession. Whether it be of the holy power of God, or the dark arts of Lucifer." "That, m'dear Doctor, is for another time and place. And I promise, I will explain in good time. But first, I must go with my gut instinct--and my gut is telling me to eat." The table chuckled lightly as the waiters circled the table like busy bees on a fresh-springed flower. The uneased tension that had been present when she first arrived had slowly begun to melt, and small bits of laughter started to leak out of stressed souls. [/color][/font]

[color=#550000][font=tahoma]Well, I think your current avatar is great, but here's my shot at the avi and banner. They are in the attachment, if you want to use the banner, send me a PM and I can upload it for you.[/color][/font]

[color=#550000][font=tahoma]Is there any way you could provide pictures? I'd hate to get some picture and it be too much for you. And an avatar's maximum dimension is 150(w)x80(h). So, if you could find a pic, or give a better description, then I'll take a shot at it.[/color][/font]

[color=#550000][font=tahoma]Ooh, Tony, I absolutely adore Masamune Shirow's style. Unfortunately, I haven't ran across any of his manga (that isn't hentai, and even so, I haven't seen that either). My first manga would be Angel Sanctuary. I can't stress how obsessed I am with this manga. The art is beautiful, the story is spectacular, the characters are sexy, cool, and exciting. I've been collecting other mangas, but this is the one manga I've been devoted to keeping up with. It's pretty obvious that I'm obsessed when you look at myO or see my banners (when I have one) and my avatar. And if you ever talk to me online, I'm going to pretty much say that I will refer to AS [i]at least[/i] once, lol. I can't help it, Yuki (Kaori Yuki) is an amazing artist and writer. I wish I had a way to contact her by letter. That would be like meeting a movie star or something. Anyway, Angel Sanctuary was my first manga, and was quickly followed by The Demon Ororon (another manga I could go on and on about). Sadly, it was a really short series T_T But it's worth it, in my opinion. But if I were to suggest a first manga to anyone, Angel Sanctuary is where it's at.[/color][/font]

[quote name='ThatOneOddDude']Waot... Im confused. What do you mean by "independently rate threads", and why does that go against logistical reason? Ill do it! (Itd give me something to do)[/quote] [color=#550000][font=tahoma]Meaning that there could be one (or a few) person[s] that sift through each RP in the Inn, and rate it themselves. Which would be against lagistical reason because it would 1) consume too much time for RPs to be made, and 2) it wouldn't be fair to have someone go through your (once again, "you" is in general) RP and decide what it should be. Some members would appreciate #2 reason, but then you'll get someone who will be upset with that. [/color][/font]

[COLOR=#550000][font=tahoma]Yeah, I know. My laptop's card is really weak, so I had to lower (if not turn off) some features in the graphics. Maybe that took a toll on the screenshots? *shrug* The more members, the better. Don't worry, none of the exsisting Guild members bite. We're an odd bunch, but we are friendly ^_^[/color][/font]

[color=#550000][font=tahoma]"Damn it all to hell, where is this street?" Vedette cursed at the innocent, white card. As if it had any resentment, she quickly apologized to the card and slipped it back into the safety and warmth of her pocket. Even though Berlin was a bit nippy, the atmosphere seemed to have a crisper chill. Not a chill that would draw your breath's condensation, but a chill that shot through your body in one pass, and sink into your gut. Her gut, yes, her gut was speaking to her. Frankly, a tad louder than she would have liked because a passerby jumped to the side. "Guh," Vedette smiled weakly and assured the man she was fine, "I better find this place soon." "Excuse me, are vou looking fer somesing?" a soft, child-like voice crept over her shoulder. Vedette spun around to stand face-to-face with a child, maybe seven years of age. The little girl stood alone in a bright red dress and matching patent leather shoes. Her golden, tightly curled hair bounced in the gentle breeze. Her pale face was offset with rosey cheeks and tiny, pink lips. She stared up at Vedette with curiousity and a sort of empty expression. Vedette knelt to look the girl in her bright green eyes, and took her porcelain hands. "Why, yes, I am. And what is a precious thing like you doing in this cold street without parents or overcoat?" Vedette tilted her head, the girl's hands even felt empty. "Vou are looking fer him, aren't vou?" she whispered. Vedette blinked, the girl's expression was unwavering. "For who?" "Fer Wolfgang," she looked past Vedette, pointing over her shoulder. Vedette turned around to see the sign of the restaurant hanging just two blocks down. "How did you--" she turned around to question, but the little girl vanished. Vedette quickly stood up and ran into the street, hoping the girl in red didn't jump in front of traffic. To her relief, and dismay that she couldn't find the girl, Vedette saw no trace. The street moved in black's, white's, and grey's; no bright red's. She decided to shrug it off and turned back to the sidewalk. Savoring scents from the line of other restaurants filled her nostrils, and forced her stomach to become restless. The distance was not as far as she thought, but it seemed to take forever. Perhaps it was because of her unruly organ. Whatever the reason, Vedette reached the doors to the designated rendevous and pushed them open. Her cool face was met with a blast of heated, delicious gust of air. She glanced over the crowded room to spot the person she was looking for. His back was turned, but she knew exactly who he was. The waves she felt were being radiated from this man, and that dog. But, despite his strong aura, there was one that was full of fire; the female, which Vedette assumed to be his sister. With a curt smile, she strode smoothly through tables to reach his. "Dr. Faustus, I pressume?" she held out a hand. "You pressume correctly," Wolfgang stood and took Vedette's hand, "And you are?" "Vedette Fitzgerald, and it's an honor, Heir Doctor," Vedette shook his hand firmly and bowed her head gently.[/color][/font] [size=1]OOC: I hope I spelled that right XD [size]

[color=#550000][font=tahoma]Sen and his Barbie doll-looking Ranger. Yeah, I don't play as much as that nerd does ( XD ), but it's fun when I do. Sometimes I have to go in the middle of a quest, but I love how the game automatically saves what you've done [quest wise and what you've picked up anyway] so you don't have to go all the way back to where you started. I love the targeting feature too.[/color][/font]

[color=#550000][font=tahoma]What's wrong with using the Anthology? Shy has a book club thread, maybe you should participate?[/color][/font]

[color=#550000][font=tahoma]Quite so. The fault lays..lies..(it's 2 am, give me a break) within the creator of the RP. I don't see how proper use of the rating system could be inforced. You'd have that "well, it has a rating..so why are you on my case?" thing to deal with when attempting to inforce proper use. There's already a sticky on how to use the rating system, so it would be nice if members (including myself from time to time) would pay a bit more attention to that sticky :animeswea I can't see if there's anything mods can really do about the usage within the RP.[/color][/font]

[color=#141416][font=tahoma]Here's something fast I did, hope you like. I might come up with something else, if you want more characters involved. Just let me know. [img]http://img195.echo.cx/img195/6296/spikethinkban0ct.jpg[/img] ( [url]http://img195.echo.cx/img195/6296/spikethinkban0ct.jpg[/url] )[/color][/font]

[color=#550000][font=tahoma]Actually, Jordan, I have a great screenshot of our cape. Plus, a good shot of my character, Belial Hades. But first, I'll tell you guys something. I'm not a gamer at all, Silpheed can tell you if you don't believe me. This is the first major game I've played (specifically on the PC), and I found/find Guild Wars to be smooth, but challenging. It's a wonderful game to start off on, and I have to thank Alex and Jeh-boss muchly for pushing me to checking it out. So, without further adieu: [img]http://img270.echo.cx/img270/2195/gwguild8au.jpg[/img] That's our Guild Cape. Behold the insanity ^_^ [img]http://img270.echo.cx/img270/9076/gwchar0dd.jpg[/img] That's my beloved Necromancer/Mesmer, Belial Hades. For all you OB members who don't have this game, you must get it. Those of you who do have it, you can send me a whisper anytime.[/color][/font]

[color=#550000][font=tahoma]I'll admit, I was [i]not[/i] for the rating system when it became finalized. Not that I didn't like the whole meaning behind it, it was a life-saver, but I didn't like how it was being forced. I tried to argue, but the more I argued, the more I came to realize how much of an idiot I was for blowing it out of proportion. I went back and looked at a few of my older/early RPGs, and was appalled at the quality. And, how messy it looked. Some where RPGs that were light-hearted, but you'd have someone post completely random and crude things. It was so frustrating, as the RP creator, to try and keep people in place. With the rating system, you get to control that much easier. It sort of sifts through the trash. Now, about inforcement. James pretty much covered it, seeing as how he is the site director and pretty much came up with it (thanks to many mods as well). I don't see the point in arguing anymore with it. Members get upset with their RP getting closed, but it's the rules, and they are set for a reason. Once again, I'll admit that I was furious with my first RP back from training got closed. But, all in all, I learned the value of ratings. It makes it easier on members and the mods. I've only seen Arcadia get upset a couple of times over this when one member will continuously post an RP without a rating. It's reasonable to post it the first time, but once you've been warned, and you still continue to post without a rating, then the thread deserves to be closed. If everyone else has to do it, then why not you? (you is speaking in general)[/color][/font]