Ezekiel

[SIZE=1]Elizabeth fiddled with the hem of her dress as the taxi made it's way through Mrs. Longfellow's garden. She wasn't used to fancy clothes like this, her own miss-mash of styles was much more suited to her personality. She was even wearing a simple dark-purple gloss, just for tonight. She looked to the man next to her and couldn't help but smile. Seeing Maxwell in a suit and bow-tie was indeed quite something, and no matter how much she insisted that he looked quite handsome, he would only scowl and dip two fingers into his collar. And pull. He'd already popped off the top button of his shirt. Elizabeth rubbed her forehead, a sign of nervousness, as the taxi stopped. She'd wanted to hire a nice sleek car, or at least use her own convertable, but Maxwell didn't like pretending. Or so he said. Whatever the case, Elizabeth had listened to him, and now she had to let herself out of the car after paying the balding, 50-somehting year old man with a beer belly and cigarette breath. She grimaced inwardly. [B]"Right then, Maxwell. Take my arm, and I'll try and make you look decent."[/B] [B]"Thank you." [/B] He never was one for subtle humour. The pair walked arm in arm to the very bored looking butler standing in the entry hall. He bowed and looked at his clipboard before glancing up to Elizabeth.[B] "Name?"[/B] [B]"Miss Elizabeth Archer, this is my guest Mr Maxwell Schubaltz."[/B] Maxwell simply nodded and smiled softly. Elizabeth noted the dimples and smiled herself. He really was very charming, if you forgot he'd been brought up in a wild jungle. [B]"Very well," [/B] the butler said, his smile not showing in his watery eyes, [B]"She is waiting in the hall with other guests." "The--?"[/B] [B]"Down the corridor and to your right. Thank you!"[/B] Elizabeth smiled again, less politely than before, and made her way to the hall with Maxwell, laughter and voices meeting their ears as they reached two lavishly decorated oak doors. [B]"I suppose this is it,"[/B] Maxwell almost growled, digging around under his collar once again. Elizabeth slapped his hand away and straightened his bow tie, placing a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. [B]"Please behave."[/B] she said, her voice quite sincere, just to make sure Maxwell understood. He simply nodded, and that was all she needed to hear. They entered. An elderly woman, still quite elegant in her own way, was seated mostly away from the throng of people. She had a small glass on her table, but not much else. She looked up when the pair entered and stood to greet them. [B]"Mrs Longfellow?"[/B] Elizabeth asked tentatively, letting go of Maxwell's arm. [B]"I am, dear. You are?"[/B] [B]"Elizabeth Archer. This is my guest, Maxwell Schubaltz."[/B] [B]"Ah, the reporter,"[/B] Mrs Longefellow said, hiding a small amount of disdain in her voice rather well. Elizabeth was used to it, anyway, and chose to ignore it out of politeness. [B]"I'm very flattered that you invited me, Mrs. Longfellow." "Of course you are, dear, now get yourself a drink. I'm sure that's what you came here for."[/B] Maxwell stayed suitably quiet, but tilted his head to the side, bringing a hand up to rub the corners of his mouth. He was obviously hiding a smile. Elizabeth simply grinned and turned on her heel quickly, tugging Maxwell toward the bar. [B]"A drink. Jolly good idea."[/B] [B]"I'd have to agree."[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I would like it to be known to the lovely Alice Longfellow that I shall be bringing Maxwell Schubaltz along as my guest. Thank you![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I'm sort of in the middle ground when it comes to my opinion on pre-made brushes. I think you two are taking what Retri and 'suka are saying out of context, neither of them are saying it makes you a bad graphic artist, just that you're maybe not as good as some others. I must say, I agree, but maybe not to the extent they believe. When you're using someone else?s brush, it means that you couldn't use your own. Doesn't that automatically make you less talented than the person who made the brush? It still takes skill to use those brushes properly, which is why I don't see the problem in using pre-made brushes. You could easily download a huge batch of brushes, slap them on a canvas and call it art, but unless you take other factors into consideration, the picture is going to look shite. That's what defines a good artist from a bad one. All in all, people who use pre-made brushes aren't bad graphic artists. They're probably very good. They're just not as, hmm?unique or creative, I think, as people who make their own brushes. I put myself in that category, as I use pre-made brushes as well as my own. (But really, who cares as long as it looks good? It's only for fun, after all.)[/SIZE]

[QUOTE=Split Keyblader]Well my mother had her's tied after I was born. Not directly after. But Maybe we could wait till we are OLD AND DECREPID!!!! By then remembering sex will be hard. "Was it fun for you?" "I can't remember."[/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]The quote: [B]"It is better to say nothing at all and have people think you're stupid, than to open your mouth and confirm that you are"[/B] springs to mind, here... I was talking to The Boss about this last night, and I was so relieved to have a mature conversation with him. Most of my friends will talk about sex, yes, but only on a crude, immature level. If I wanted to talk about it as a serious subject, then they'd get all giggly and silly. I view sex as an expression of love for someone, or a way to show someone how deeply you feel about them. Because it is a pretty intimate thing. I just know I'm one of the few teenagers who still holds that view, in the UK at least, because sex has become such a casual thing people barely know each others names before they're off bonking behind some bush. Sad, really. But I guess it was bound to happen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Quincy, red hair tangled from running her fingers through it once-to-often, staggered down the street to her small, pissy apartment. The meeting had been dull, everyone else was cranky or worried because the weather was fucking disgusting?she sighed and slumped against a wall, wincing only slightly as the pebble dashed surface bit into her skin. She should avoid whiskey, from now on. She never was anything but an angry drunk. However, some intelligent person had once said that the world was so much clearer through the bottom of a bottle. This, the young woman found, was very true. She fumbled with her keys and eventually jabbed the correct one into the lock, twisting it awkwardly before nearly collapsing into her hallway. Ah, home. At least the small area meant less work for her on the cleaning front. Not that there was much else to do, anyway. She cursed inwardly at the clear peak her mind seemed to have reached. All those people she knew from the GSD and otherwise?most of them had someone to go home to, or at least someone to call. She didn?t have anyone. Friends from work weren?t any good, because the only thing they?d end up talking about would be work. Naturally. And their kind of work wasn?t really a pleasant subject for conversation. The sound of her keys hitting the small table by the door was deafening in the silent apartment. Quincy leant her shoulder against the wall for support as she moved to her kitchen, hands spread across the wall in a weak attempt to find the light switch. She flicked it on and blinked against the sudden bright light, bringing a wavering hand up to shield her face. Eventually, through a series of collisions and swearing, Quincy staggered into her kitchen and slumped into a chair. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes, pressing until it was almost painful. Bright patches of light exploded beneath her eyelids and she eventually relaxed, head swirling as the alcohol began to wear off and the world slipped back into its hazy shade of grey. That wouldn?t do, she mused, and laughed to herself. A pitiful sound that made her realise just how lonely she was. Laughing at herself now. Ha. What next? She walked to a cupboard and wrenched it open, pulling a bottle of Vodka out by the neck. It was already half empty, which, she later realised, was probably a good thing. 20 minutes later and her head was spinning once again, this time with the hard effects of alcohol. Her blood boiled as memories swirled into focus again. She thumped a fist against the table and realised that the world had suddenly started to move at a funny side-ways angle. Huh. That wasn?t supposed to happen?then she hit the floor. She groaned and rolled onto her back, barely registering the broken bits of bottle cutting into her side, the alcohol leaving a fiery burn in it?s wake. The lights seemed to dance before she shut her eyes against them, against the world?and slipped into a broken, painful sleep. [B]OOC: Thanks Mike for the extension. Sorry to make Quince seem so self-loathing, she isn?t really. >_>[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Um...guys? This thread is from 2005. I'm sure I've said it before, but [B]necromancy=bad[/B]. Please check the date of the thread before replying to it. -[B]Zeke[/B].[/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1][B]Character Name:[/B] Seripa [B]Signature Attacks: [/B] [INDENT][U]Chaser Blast- [/U] An ability that Seripa has found most useful when fighting an awkward, fast foe. She creates a large ball of highly explosive ki, managing to match it with that of her fleeing opponent. The energy blast with then home in on her foe. It does, however, lose energy the further it has to travel, but it?s very hard to avoid and Seripa uses it mainly for knocking her opponents down so that she can then hit them with her powerful fighting moves. [U]Exploding Orb-[/U] As the name suggests, Seripa can create a large orb of very unstable energy which, when it hits something solid, will explode in a shower of lasers. Rather than just exploding in a contained area, this attack has maximised effect by firing off small lasers every which way. This is especially important, because the attack is unlikely to hit Seripa?s opponent. The smaller lasers will, more than likely, do some serious damage.[/INDENT] [B]Special Abilities:[/B] [INDENT][U]Ki Force-[/U] by focussing Ki in her hands and feet, Seripa increases the force her punches and kicks deliver. She vastly prefers close combat, so has refined this technique in order to get the most out of her physical attacks. She knows that an opponent should be taken down fast, rather than in a complicated show. This is why she hits hard, fast and accurate. [U]Oozaru-[/U] Like her teammates, Seripa can transform into a large ape, increasing her powers exponentially. Considering she is already a woman driven by bloodlust in battle, this makes her a deadly opponent, seeing as her senses are heightened and animal instincts take over. As the others, this can only be reversed by the destruction of the moon, or the removal of her tail.[/INDENT] [B]Character Chronicles:[/B] Water dripped from Seripa?s hair as she pulled her head from the freezing-cold lake. It had been weeks since she?d had the opportunity to even attempt to relax, and now the only thing that came close was a quick wash of her short hair. She ran a momentarily de-gloved hand through the thick, black locks and noticed with dismay that they simply sprang back into their usual place, a not quite spiky, not quite feminine style. [B]?Seripa, come on. You know we can?t hang around.?[/B] The woman scowled and looked over her shoulder to the speaker, his long shadow looming over her in the light of the setting suns. [B]?You can?t let me relax, can you, Toma??[/B] [B]?Not when we could be ambushed, no.? [/B] his usual friendly face didn?t waver from it?s current expression of stress, worry and anxiousness. Bardock was over by the pods, his forehead rested on his knees. [B]?All these years, Toma. I can count on both hands the amount of times I?ve washed my hair.?[/B] [B]?And you never look a bit different afterwards, come on!?[/B] The Saiya-jin gave her comrade a dirty look, marching past him with an indignant huff and the squaring of her shoulders. She didn?t hear Toma chuckle under his breath, which was probably for the best. So much they had been through, and so much they had given up. Seripa was a warrior first and foremost, but she was also a woman. She supposed that she found it harder to close herself off from all the emotions her male teammates could so eagerly ignore. But Bardock?he was so troubled. Every time he spoke of his son, Seripa felt her heart break a little more. The look in his eyes was enough to make her realise just how little she knew of the man. The real Bardock, not the genius warrior she had grown to know and, over the past few years, love as she would love a brother. She walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He barely flinched. [B]?Are you ready to go??[/B] [B]?As ready as I?ll ever be, Seripa.?[/B] He stood and her hand slipped from his shoulder. That was all she needed to hear.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1]Claim. Claim. Claim. >D jigglyness, that picture of Ichigo is gorgeous! I am done, hur hur. [B][U][URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/lee_worm.jpg]Extremists suck[/URL][/U][/B].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I have, honestly, never understood the attraction to girls with bigger breasts. I'm a D cup, and as soon as I can I'm getting them reduced. If you have a large bust you can't wear all the sexy clothes smaller women can, wearing a bikini is a horrifying experience which I will not repeat and, as CHW said, back ache. And on something else Chibi said: yes, men learning about women would be a lot more beneficial rather than having bigger boobs to toy with. It gets boring after a while. (I'm not saying all men are a bit thick when it comes to figuring a woman out, but you know. Some are.)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Okay, you cleared that up for me. Thanks, hon. (And I didn't mean to sound so harsh, I'm sorry!) I know Retri is a sensible guy, so we can figure out what we're doing once he gets on. *slinks off*[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Character Name:[/B] Elizabeth Archer [B]Age:[/B] 36 [B]Profession:[/B] Journalist (Specialising in crime) [B]Brief History and Description:[/B] A reporter must always be on their toes, must be vigilant, must be stubborn, and must be able to fight back against the strong shove of a body guard. Elizabeth is, if you look at these points, the perfect reporter. Apart from those essential skills, she can also write, which is an added bonus. The red head is known no matter what city she goes to, usually due to her often-loud fashion statements and odd coloured lipstick (today?s favourite is dark green, which suits surprisingly well). Her writing is, most likely, a second. But I?ve no doubt you?ve heard of her, even briefly, because of some recent scuffle. She started off writing about celebs, one of those annoying journalists that turn into stalkers for a small pay check. Her target had been Stanford Gaines, the hot young thing of the moment, and Elizabeth was close, so close to a hit story when his body guard knocked her away. That moment, the moment in which she met one of her closest friends, set her on the path to crime writing, a fascinating genre where the subject would most likely not fight back. You will usually find her in a pub, long-fingered hands clasping a glass of Bailey?s while her pinstriped-clad legs stay folded beneath her stool. You?ll like her, if you don?t have a remarkable story to tell. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]As per request, I happily put myself forward to judge this spar. Play fair, you two, I'll be keeping a close watch. ^_~[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]You flatter me, Gav. I think White is starting to turn into another Dragon Warrior. I know. The horror! They're both attractive guys who know it and flaunt it. I think White has picked up his more confident attitude after he started talking to DW. At least, that's when I noticed it more. I may be wrong. White is turning into a better-known member here and popular, at that. He's also developed a real sense of 'silly comedy' that is so prevalent in DW's stories. So yes, if DW left, I think White would slip into the small void rather well.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Those are some nifty tricks you've picked up. I especially like the effect with the lights. It sucks you can't carry on with doing Photography as a course, though. I like taking pictures of nature, mainly the sky, but my mum's garden is full of fun things to take pictures of, too. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/P1010562.png[/IMG] ^I tweaked the brightness/contrast on this a little to make it better. *slaps wrist* [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/P1010538.png[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/P1010436.jpg[/IMG] I'm fascinated by close up shots, so I messed around with the macro settings on my digital camera. I spent about half an hour with these poor ants. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/P1010479.jpg[/IMG][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Ah, okay, two things: [B]One-[/B] I'm a little disappointed that we have to have a set area of pixels to work in. Don't you think that'll make our piece far less artistic and make it look like it was done by separate artists? I thought the point was to work as a team. For example, Retri is fantastic with typography while my speciality is bright, contrasting backgrounds. I thought we would have been allowed to work with each other?s strengths to make a complete piece. [B]Second-[/B] Four days for four people in different time zones to complete a graphic? One day's already gone and I don't know if Retri's even seen our thread. Don't you think you're pushing us a bit with that? PS: We are the PURPLE COBRAS! And we will, we will [I]rock you[/I]! *clap clap hiss* [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Okay, so...I started school in Thailand at the age of three. Then I moved and went back to Kindergarden. Uh...whut. [B]Year 1[/B] [Thailand]- Adults seem to think that when a boy chases after you with a dead insect and makes you cry, he probably has a crush on you. This does not make one feel better. [B]Kindergarten[/B] [South Africa-First]- Geese hurt when they peck you. Do not climb into their pen and try to run away from them. [B]Kindergarten[/B] [SA-Second]- Everyone seems to like you when you win a trophy in judo. Even that one nasty teacher. [B]Grade 1[/B]- It's easier to get on with people when your first day falls on a field trip. Friends, yay! [B]Grade 2[/B]- Honesty is not the best policy if it means getting sent to see the headmaster. [B]Grade 3[/B]- Boys are way more fun than girls. I'd much rather play in mud than get a Valentine from one, ktnx. [B]Grade 4[/B] [New School-Cape Town]- Boys are not fun any more, they stick tape in my hair and think it's funny. [B]Grade 5[/B]- I think I'm in love with Gareth James Cawood.

[SIZE=1]Just to let everyone know that I have Paint Shop Pro, rather than Photoshop. So Retri, send me the file as a .png or something, otherwise I won't be able to work with it. Eclipse, I'll have to do the same for you, I'm afraid.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][QUOTE=Delta][COLOR=#656446] Guys with long hair are headturners. They're the reason why I love windy days; seeing them tuck a lock of hair behind an ear or run a hand through their hair is really precious. I never did like guys who put hair gum or those with hair that look like stubble.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [B]Firstly:[/B] You're so lucky to have hair like Rangiku. That's the kind of hair I want, it's gorgeous. ;_; [B]Second:[/B] *points to quote* Oh hells yes. That's pretty much why I love long hair, too. (And being able to play with it, of course.) Hair is actually the first thing I notice about a guy. Trevor has long, dark, thick hair, but I'm constantly trying to get him to style it. Which he won't, because he sucks. But hair is important, because I think it shows how people keep themselves clean. Dirty hair=lazy or unclean, right? [B]@White:[/B] Yes, your hair is darling. Don't ever change it. *pets hair*[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Knighty-chan, I want your dog D: [B]1: What is your NATURAL hair colour/colours?[/B] My hair is naturally lightbrown/blonde. When I was younger, it was platinum blonde because I lived in Thailand and the sun bleached it. [B]2: Have you ever dyed your hair? If so, what colour[s]?[/B] I've had light blonde streaks, the end of my hair blue, and over the last year or so it's been varying shades of dark brown/red/plum. Right now it's a deep red colour. [B]3A: If you have, do you regret it? Has it damaged your hair?[/B] My hair has, honestly, never looked better. I adore it. [B]3B : If you haven't, do you want to?[/B] NA (But I really wanna dye it black) [B]4: Are you satisfied with your current hair color?[/B] Yes, I've been told I look better as a redhead than I did with my natural hair colour. [B]5: What is your favorite style for your hair?[/B] Well, I have it in a 'severe' bob right now. Where the back is short and the sides come down at angles. I always have my fringe over my left eye, and I adore it this way. [B]6: What kind of hair do you like in the opposite sex[/B] Long, straight hair, but thick. About shoulder length, possibly with layers. And must have a fringe.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Shin, you stole my guilty pleasure. ): I'm totally obsessed with [B]DBZ[/B] right now, and I'm depressed because it's not on TV anymore. *crycry* [B]Negima[/B] would probably be my guilty pleasure, though. I've never liked manga that was complete fanbait, but Negima is too hilarious not to love. The wacky situations that usually end up in the girls getting naked are always so funny, if not very unique, and the fact that Negi is a magician prodigy from Britain just makes it totally worthwhile. XD (Plus the artwork is reallyreally pretty~)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I'm pretty sure the time limit is up now. Anyone going to have a go at my character? Let's keep this thread alive. T_T[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I hadn't heard of it either. Now my life is ruined. And I came to this thread just to see what DeathKnight had written, because he always amuses me. And I was dissapointed. Curse you, Ken! YOU'VE RUINED MY LIFE! x_o[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I agree with Boo. At least not handicaps like we had. I'm in too. >D [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Des, thank you, you're my hero.

[SIZE=1]My name's [B]Jamie[/B], so here we go: [INDENT]The boy's and girl's name Jamie is pronounced JAY-mee. It is of Hebrew origin, and its meaning is "he who supplants." Originally a pet form of James, now also used as a feminine form of James. [/INDENT] I've never known another girl to be called Jamie with the spelling I have it. If it's a girl, they usually have the spelling Jaime, which is somehow more feminine. I dunno. But I like meh name. Teachers in school always ask me if it's shortened for something because "I thought that was a boys name", then they go on to quickly say "Oh, but it's very pretty!" when I tell that it's my full name. Sigh. Surname! [B]Payne[/B]: [INDENT]The English surname Payne is patronymic origin, being one of those names derived from the first name of the original bearer's father. The source of the name can be traced to the Old English word "paien", which was derived from the Latin word "paganus" meaning "rustic or countryman". It later also came to mean "heathen".[/INDENT] I've actually never looked up my surname before, and it's really interesting. I always thought it was French. This site also tells me that the Payne motto on our crest is "[I]I would rather die than be dishonored[/I]." Awesome.[/SIZE]