Kieko

I did one too, just because I was bored. I made it in word bc I'm not on my comp, but I thought I'd send it in anyway haha I have a bunch of friends in the military, so good luck to you.

I gave it a try, too. : ) I used paint so you'll probably still want to wait to see what jigglyness made.

I made one. I didn't know what you wanted specifically, though.

I gave it a try. I'm using paint, so it's nothing phenominal, but I tried ^_^

[b][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Well, ND, I made something! I dunno if you want it because it's not good because I used paint --__--. Oh well. Here it is:[/FONT][/b] [img]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=23864[/img] [img]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=23865[/img]

[b][FONT=Comic Sans MS]I made a few. I don't really know if it's what your looking for because you didn't state specifics, but I think they're all dark! ^_^[/FONT][/b]

[b][FONT=Comic Sans MS]I put in the avatar![/FONT][/b]

[b][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Sorry if these come out funny, I'm using paint --__--[/FONT][/b]

[b][FONT=Comic Sans MS]I made you a banner. I'm using MS Paint so it messed up when I saved it as a JPG, so I saved it to PNG, but I also saved it to GIF.[/FONT][/b]

[font=tahoma][i]I don't know if this is what you're looking for, but I made one.[/font][/i]

[i][font=comicsansms] Name: Mina Age: 249 (appears about twenty one, age she died at) Race: Angel Sub-Race: Aurablade Appearance: [url=http://www.psycko-hentai.de/grafix/gallery/bg39/012a.jpg]Angel:[/url][url=http://server2.uploadit.org/files/ForgottenChild-char.JPG]Human.[/url] Weapon of Choice: An sword that seems as ordinary as they come, but is also as strong as they come. Bio: Mina doesn?t really remember much about her past, nor does she really care to. She had wonderful parents, two sisters and one brother. She went to a nice school in a nice community and played an assortment of sports with her brother in her spare time. She often to the liberty of beating him in the games. When Mina was about fifteen, however, everything seemed to go downhill. Her younger sister became sick and, after months of medical treatment and expenses, she died. She didn?t die alone though; her other sister had also caught the disease and died a short while after her. When Mina?s mother was bed ridden with the same disease, the doctor was alarmed. Fearing the family may infect the whole town, the townspeople helped the doctor in boarding up their windows and bolting their doors shut. On occasion, they would open a door a slight crack and throw in some bread which Mina and her father ate. Mina?s brother spent all of his time sitting in the corner of the hut, staring into space. He would not eat and so died shortly of starvation. After three years in the prison, Mina?s father began to go insane. The dead bodies of his family strewn about on the floor was too much for him to handle looking at day after day. He began talking to his wife, then the baby sister who died first, then all of them. He also started beating himself up, arguing to himself. It pained Mina to see the man she thought could not be broken before her in pieces. He eventually beat himself to death by ramming his head into the floor with all his might. Mina spent another year alone in that hut, looking at the rotting corpses of her family, she became sick, as she had been getting sick since her sister?s corpse began to rot. But this time the sickness wasn?t so much a disease as a broken heart. She started pounding on the walls, but no one answered. She began yelling out of cracks in the wood, but no one answered. She finally began kicking the door until it fell down. This took over a month since there were rocks piled up outside it. When she came out, she saw that there were bodies everywhere. They had all caught the disease and died from it. The people who hadn?t gotten sick had left and, hearing moans, Mina suspected they left a few people who weren?t dead yet. She ran and ran away from this place. She didn?t know to where and she didn?t care, she just ran to keep from crying; big girls don?t cry. She struggled to get by after that, living from town to town, leaving before anyone recognized she could be carrying the disease. Alone after another two years, she was killed by demons, but she welcomed death, she knew it was better. Her family is proud of her, being an angel sent to help the city on earth, and she wouldn?t have it any other way.[/i][/font]

[i][color=sandybrown][font=verdana]The sunlight shine through the trees in blotches, most of it blocked by the leaves. There was no wind that day, so the park seemed unusually still. Exept for an occasional squirell chittering as it made it's way up a tree or bird flying into the distance, there was no movement besides Vantrice. She stopped next to a giant oak, the leaves turning read and orange with the autumn season. Vantrice sat down and leaned up against the large tree and looked ahead.[/i][/color][/font] [color=sandybrown][font=bookantiqua]It's funny. You can be in a place like this, quiet, relaxing, and look up and there's the skyline behind the canopy.[/color][/font] [i][color=sandybrown][font=verdana]Vantrice loved the feeling of power from the souls she sentenced, but she didn't like to be around other people when she had the feeling. Vantrice hated to make a fool of herself and running around town like a drunken idiot wasn't exactly her idea of a good first impression on other people. So, she usually slept the feeling off.Vantrice began to close her eyes and just listen to the now present wind blowing through the leaves, feeling it moving the grass surrounding her bare legs. She couldn't remember anymore... **************** Vantrice slowly opened her eyes. She had to blink a few times to get use to the now dimming sunlight. She sat up and stretched her arms as high as they would go. As she recollected her thoughts something occured to her.[/i][/color][/font] [color=sandybrown][font=bookantiqua]Damn it! I'm suppose to be in Thantos! What time is it? How could I be so stupid!?[/color][/font] [color=sandybrown][font=verdana][i]Vantrice turned to a reaper and headed off towards Thantos, rested, more powerful, and ready for her next assignment.[/i][/color][/font]

[i][color=sandybrown][font=verdana]Vantrice glanced over at the digital clock on the end table at the heat of the bed and sighed as she resumed her blank stare out the window. Her head in her hand, the other drumming anxiously on the sill, she watched the cars rush by. She watched the men with their push carts assume their regular posts, each hoping to accumulate a greater ammount of money than their debts, and each half-heartedly believing it was possible.Vantrice looked at the clock again.[/i][/font][/color] [color=sandybrown][font=bookantiqua]10:08. The girl has to be done by now, it's been nearly four hours! This is depressing, I'm waiting for a girl to bleed to death so I can whisk her soul away to it's eternal resting place which could very well be Hell, considering she's worshiped the devil for who knows how long...[/color][/font] [color=sandybrown][font=verdana][i]Vantrice grew tired of waiting and slipped inside the bathroom.There was a shallow pool of water spread evenly over the tiles on the bathroom floor. The girl's body was in the overflowing bathtub, while the girl's spirit was staring wide-eyed at it. The girl's spirit turned to Vantrice, who had decided to take the form of a human as to not scare the girl. "Is... is that..." the girl stuttered. "You? Yes. It's what you wanted, isn't it? Death? That's why you slit your wrists, isn't it? Or did you make me wait four hours for nothing?" Vantrice asked. The girl didn't know what to say. After a few moments of astonishment, Vantrice thought it would be better to just send her away then. So, she turned to a reaper and touched the girl's cheek before lashing herp with her whip. The girl disappeared and so did Vantrice. She wanted to go for a stroll before she sealed the fate of another.[/i][/font][/color]

[i][font=verdana][color=sandybrown][b]Name:[/b] Ana Dorsdey [b]Age:[/b] 21 [b]Sex:[/b] Female [b]Appearance:[/b] [see attatchment] [b]Personality:[/b] Ana is your basic stereo-type of a girly girl, prep-like person. That is, if the traits were thrown in a blender with threats, violence, and trickery. Ana can be girly, yes, but if you get on her bad side, she can turn violent in the drop of a hat. Some think she has multi-personality disorder, even though she's perfectly sane... for the most part. She once strung a man from his balcany by his ankles because he shoved her in the halls and called her a rude name. He wound up having to have a few toes amputated from frost-bite and had to remain bed-ridden for a week. He had been hanging there for seventeen hours straight. To sum up her personality in one sentence: No matter how much you hate her girly-girl-prep attitude, don't make her mad. [/color][/font][/i]

[color=sandybrown][font=verdana][i]I made an avatar. You'll have to wait a bit if you want a banner because I got a new computer and it'll take a while to download Photoshop again. ~Kieko[/color][/i][/font]