Ezekiel

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1][quote name='Retribution][size=1][b]I cringe when I see a Bush/Cheney bumper sticker.[/b'] I just do. I feel like peeling it off, and reprimading the driver too. Probably my zealous Democratic side.[/size][/quote] xD There are lots of things that annoy me, but not many that really get me riled every single time. Most of my annoyances are actually personal and probably silly to others. 1. I am from England, and I think of myself as British. So when someone says, "Oh hey, you're European!" I get really, really annoyed. Yes, technically we're on the same tectonic plate as Europe, so what? We have our own currency, government, laws and, most of all, [I]we aren't actually on the continent.[/I] I'm a very patriotic person and I firmly believe that people in Scotland, Ireland, England or Whales shouldn't be called Europeans. It's stupid. 2. People who argue for the sake of arguing just...gah. I can't stand it when people do that. Most of my friends try to get me annoyed just so they can argue with me because...I get annoyed easily. The annoying thing is, most of the time I'm right as it is, but they just come out with the same stupid remarks and only succeed in getting me even more annoyed! 3. [B]Double Standards[/B]. I don't think this needs much explaining, I'm sure everyone hates a hypocrit. There are more, but I think I may start ranting a little too much if I attempt to describe them.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1]From knowing you a little better, Steph, I'd say it's the sudden change from how you used to be taught and how you're being taught now. At the moment I'm having migraine attacks in school and at home and I'm pretty damn sure it's related to my coursework. I have a lot of deadlines and the subjects I'm taking have a lot of work, so it's hard to meet all of them on time. x.x High school is horrid and stressful and mean and smelly. Don't let it beat you :)[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1]I like them both very much, thank you, both of you. ^__^ I'm going to leave this open for a little while in case anyone else wants a shot at it. But I'm going to alternate between these two sets for now. Thanks again![/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1]I'm feeling extremely lazy of late, thus, I am not making my own banners and avatars. In light of my recent obsession with the [STRIKE]hotsexyphwoar[/STRIKE] tallented man that is Hatake Kakashi, I'd love a banner/avi set of him. ^_^ I don't mind what pictures are used (please keep in mind that I am indeed a fangirl, therefore the more droolable the better) but if you really need some I'll attach them. Go wild, I have no inspiration. Much thanks and cookies to whoever does this for me.

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1]I find that, if you want to draw manga, going for the "How to Draw Manga" books is not the best thing to do. They're good if you already know the basics and want to advance, but at first, I'd say go ahead and copy pictures. That's what I done, oh, some four years ago, and from copying (almost constantly) I learnt the basics of shading and proportions. Now I have my own style and can apply it to a position without needing a reference, and you'll eventually settle into the same pattern. Also, I can't draw a straight line without sketching it. I find it impossible to do one, solid, long stroke, I have to sketch my lines before inking them. So, yeah, copy first, then worry about drawing your own things. Also, don't expect too much at first, I've been drawing manga for about four years and I'm only just getting to the stage where I can comfortably say that I could draw a manga if I really tried. I think Doukeshi's idea is great, show us a sketch and maybe we can help you further.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Green]Era was, at that moment in time, extremely pleased that her mind's eye was not at optimum operation. While she could hear the rest of the team suck in a sharp breath, she merely braced herself against the wall and carried on; blissfully unaware of what lay beneath the path. [B]"So...what if this is a trap?" [/B] Arachnid piped up, causing Kaida to cringe slightly. [B]"Do I have to answer that question now?"[/B] she hissed back, her voice just above a venomous whisper. She was in front, and unfortunately for her, could see rather clearly that there was a lot more path to come...and the winds were picking up. Arachnid tried to pout, looking a little dejected as he scooted closer to Sakura. She shot him a meaningful glare and he sighed, content in muttering to himself under his breath. Era felt the wind flapping at her cape and she shivered a little as her hair was swept back, the whistling of the elements seemingly projected through the canopy of leaves beneath them. [B]"Kaida, I do believe a cave would be most appreciated at this moment in time." [/B] a hushed murmur of agreement swept over the group, but Kaida stayed firm. [B]"No, we must go forward as quickly as possible. For all we know, this path may not be here in a few hours."[/B] The silence that met her ears was one of utter disappointment, but she chose to ignore it on the whole. Ten minutes later and the team were getting desperate, until Sakura, with her eagle eyes, spotted something up ahead. [B]"I see something!" [/B] she exclaimed, everyone else (save Era) squinting to see what she was looking at. [B]"Huh, a castle, by any chance?"[/B] Era remarked, met by an affirmative nod from Sakura. [B]"Well then, it seems we're almost there."[/B] Kaida smiled wearily and picked up the pace, the other picking their way steadily behind her. OOC Apologise for the delay and lack of quality in this post. School has been hellish.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1]I do hope you don't mind if my reasons are straight to the point: [B]Baron[/B]: I've studied Pop Art for my Art GCSE and hot damn, you've captured it brilliantly. Warhol?s "Heinz Beans" is probably one of the most noticeable piece form the Pop Art culture as well as Marilyn Monroe. The way you've done the piece is expert and I applaud you on this. [B]rokas[/B]: While I like this piece, I'm not really certain how you've captured Pop Art. I t just doesn't seem as...I dunno, fun as Baron?s, I guess. Also, I?m not too keen on the final effect it has, it doesn?t really jump out as being interesting. My vote goes to [B]Baron[/B], plain and simple.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1] [CENTER][IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/Silence.png[/IMG][/CENTER] [B]Words:[/B] Your words have the power of a thousand swords. [B]Colours:[/B] Silver, dark reds, black.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1][B]A) Which aspect of OtakuBoards do you find to be the most negative/confusing?[/B] Absolutely nothing at all about the site. Just some choice people that tend to irk me, of course, that's my personal opinion. ^_~ [B]Edit:[/B] [quote name='Brasil']But I do find something incredibly annoying and negative: whiners and martyrs. Sometimes I wish the mods would come down harder on the "victims," because it's a circus act that gets really old, really fast.[/quote] Exactly. [B]B) What is your favourite aspect of OtakuBoards?[/B] I'd have to say the closeness that many members have here. Coming in isn't all that daunting and making friends with people is easy. It's nice to come to a place where people aren't just spamming the place up talking about what ever the hell they want, but they're actually interacting with each other, discussing, and making good friends. Without the OB, I wouldn't have my Unborn Lord Xion, either. Can't forget that.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] DI Elizabeth Connor [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Age:[/B] 34 [B]Appearance:[/B] Elizabeth is a woman who puts her career before anything else and because of this she doesn?t usually have the best appearance. With messy hair, no make up and bags under her eyes, she usually looks worn out. Because of her hectic lifestyle, Beth keeps things like style and makeup to the bare-minimum. This is why her hair is cut short, just to the base of her neck, and she never wears any makeup except for some hastily added lip-gloss. She isn't an unattractive woman, and when she actually tries, she looks quite pretty. Her hair is a mix of red and chestnut brown, her eyes are dark green and freckles lightly cover her cheeks. [B]Personality:[/B] Being the dedicated, but ever so lightly selfless, woman that she is, Beth has made quite a name for herself in New York City as one of the most efficient and ruthless detectives. When she?s on a case she?s like a charging bull and anyone who tries to get in her way will be mowed down without question. Gifted with a brilliant mind but a less than elegant way of putting herself across, Beth tends to fumble through explanations and theories in her own jumbled manner. She?s a one woman show and usually prefers to work on her own but is more than happy to let someone tag along, despite the fact she?s a little unorganised. She is, however, a workaholic and has got into the bad habit of sleeping in her office over the last couple of months, much to the dismay of the janitor. She tends to be quite untidy and has on more than one occasion lost paperwork in the vortex that is her desk. [B]Writing Sample:[/B] Beth grunted slightly as a heavy hand shook her roughly by the shoulder. She tried to bat the invader away, only to find, to her dismay, that her knuckles met the less-than-soft metal of her filing cabinet. She hissed and sat bolt upright, sucking on the red and swollen knuckles. "Do you actually own an apartment, Beth? Because it sure would be nice if you stayed there every once in a while." The detective?s eyes met that of her colleague, DI Marv Jones. He was a big man, but a friendly soul, he had to be, working with Beth. "Geez, I'm sorry, Marv...I was just...just-" "Working?" "...Yeah. Sorry." The man sighed and stalked into his office, leaving Beth in the tip that was her working space. Her sanctuary. ....A sanctuary covered in Coke bottles and empty Burger King boxes. She sighed resignedly and knocked some stuff off of her desk, uncovering the papers beneath. It had been a long night and she hadn't made any headway. No matter, the others were working on it. She was out in the field today--lucky her. Suddenly the phone rang, cutting through Beth's thoughts easily. She jerked her hand forward on impulse and grabbed the phone, kicking some rubbish out of her way, "DI Connor." she said, her business tone coming through with more of a rough sound so early in the--she checked her watch--...afternoon. "Connor. We've found another one." Beth cursed and brought a hand to her face, pressing her fingertips into her closed eyes, "Okay, sir, Marv and I will be right there." "Watch out, this one?s violent." "Aren't they always?"[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1][IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/3012c671.jpg[/IMG] [B]Words:[/B] I'm in Love with the sounds that you make on the ground. [B]Colours:[/B] Hawt colours (^_~)[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1]First of all, I feel I must say: "Oh my holy Lord that stock is gorgeous!" *coughs* Moving on. What stick out most to me about this is the lovely little white shape you've used to bring the stock out from the background. It isn't over the top but it does the job of, well, not letting her totally blend in. The colours you?ve used are lovely, too. It's always nice to see when someone uses many shades of the same base colour. The arrows at the bottom are a nice touch, too. I like it. My only crit. would be that 'Blend' wasn't strong enough, but I've got a feeling you done that on purpose. Overall this is a gorgeous piece and I have a feeling it's one of your best.

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Kristine ?Kris? Carter [B]Age: [/B] 29 [B]Job:[/B] Criminologist [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://crazy4cinema.com/Actress/imgs/drew.jpg]Kris[/URL] [B]Why are you here?:[/B] Since Kristine was a little girl she had always wanted to be involved in Law, she knew it from the very first trip her school took her out on--one to the local police station. Unfortunately for Kris, her parents weren't all that supportive and urged her to pursue something more creative, like drama. The girl didn't follow their wishes and instead went on to become a highly respectable psychologist. Now she has learnt, to her dismay, that men pick up and run as fast as they can when they find out she's involved in law. This fact depresses Kris and she's starting to think that it isn't only her career the men run from. So now she's decided on speed dating, what seems to be her only hope. [B]OOC- Guh, what I get for slacking off on replying -_- *headesk*[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1]If you could point out one part of my post where I was condescending or insulting, then I would be most grateful. Because frankly you have insulted me many times by saying that I ?twist your words? and ?bash you?. This isn?t the first thread you?ve done it in, either. All I have ever done is give you my onions, they just don?t match yours. Get over it. I actually didn't address you in any way, I disagreed with your opinions, yes, but if you considerer that insulting you?re not going to make many friends, mate. Sorry, but I think you're overreacting just because I disagreed with you and happened to voice my opinion a little more bluntly than others.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1]I actually agree with Goddess on most of the points here--I, admittedly, have never read the rules but I also have never broken them. Not once. We know the boards want quality, common sense should tell members to post reasonably. I believe that some people, whether they read the rules or not, are going to post what they want regardless. Give James some space; he's a busy man. And what you say about kissass? Goddess is actually a very close friend of James and most of the moderators so I don't think you should assume otherwise.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[quote name='Sage']Oh, and SunfallE, I wasn't saying that America doesn't send any foreign aid, I was saying that all the western "civilized" countries seem to have money only for the tragic events that occur in the west.[/quote] [COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1]So all the help the West sent to Thailand after the Tsunami doesn't count, then? [/SIZE] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Green]After the eerie experience that had just occurred, Era felt both her rage and determination rising. This man, or whatever he was, seemed far too cocky and Era really detested cocky people. She concentrated on her anger, hoping it would at least give her a boost for the time being. It worked, and gradually the witch?s inner eye began to clear. [B]?Ah, Kaida, my sight is back. I shall be of help to you after all.?[/B] [B]?All right, but I don?t want you straining yourself. Um?you need something to fight with??[/B] Sakura saw a long stick on the ground and tossed it to Era, shrugging. [B]?It could be useful?[/B] she remarked and Era nodded. [B]?At least for a little while.?[/B] So the team set off, Kaida in front with Arachnid next to her, eagerly cracking his knuckles on the odd occasion. Liquid mentioned how annoying it was, but that only seemed to make him enjoy it more, so he continued. [B]?Ugh, men?? ??I resent that.?[/B] Era chuckled and swept her gaze around the island, trying to take in the enormous amount of history in the place. Her vision was still a little fuzzy, most likely due to the fact that the island held so much history it was hard for her to process it all. That?s what she hoped, anyway. Slowly rain began to fall again and the team groaned, their hair and clothes sticking to their skin, making the already uncomfortable journey even more of a chore. [B]?Listen, team,?[/B] Kaida began,[B] ?We?re getting closer now and I wouldn?t be surprised if this nut set some of his?creatures onto us. Keep eyes open and senses alert, please, we don?t want any casualties.? [/B] She paused, seeming to consider her options, [B]?And one of you stick by Era, the last thing we need is for her to get injured.?[/B] Everyone nodded and Era flushed slightly, feeling like she was more of a weight on the already laden shoulders of the Green Team. [B] ?Kaida, I?m rea?? ?Shush, woman. We?re fine.?[/B] Era sighed and submitted, drawing her dark cape around herself to try and hold in some of the steadily decreasing warmth in her body. Eventually the team reached a path, trees and bushes lining either side of it. [B]?Well, I do believe this is the right time to be attacked.?[/B] Liquid stated. Whether or not she could sense something in the surroundings, Era wasn?t sure, but the witch could feel something too. Something ominous coming towards them. She instinctively gripped the stick in her hands, letting out a shaky moan from the back of her throat. Kaida turned in surprise at the noise, noticing the worried look on Era?s face. [B]?I feel it too?? [/B] Arachnid spoke up, turning his head to the sky before twirling around. By now the whole team were frozen in spot, trying to take in every inch of their surroundings to see where their enemy was. In this dense forest that task was proving to be very difficult.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1]Forgive me for this will be a short post, but I hope it gets my point across. 9/11 did not only mark a terrible day for Americans, but I believe it marked the start of something much bigger. It was a warning, a signal, whatever you want to call it. I knew it would only be a matter of time before the other big countries were hit. Example? The London Bombings. I know it may not be exactly the same people but it is the same followers saying that they are doing it for whatever religion they wish to follow. 9/11, as a date and an event is remembered because of not only the horror and scale of what happened, but also the repercussions. Sage, please consider other people when you go about making blasé comments about how America is "Rubbing it in peoples faces" when they are only grieving a massive loss. How long do you think people grieved about WW1 and WW2? Oh, that's right, we're still grieving it and people still have to go through the horror of what they experienced during those events. Things like this, man-made acts, as James pointed out, are remembered because people have feelings for the families and others who lost people. Just because [I]you[/I] don't deem it important to [I]yourself[/I] doesn't mean others have the same view. I apologise if this seemed disjointed, I knew what I wanted to say but I found getting it across to be rather difficult. My apologies.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1]Morag wiped his hands on his robes as he pocketed his fourth diamond. He?d almost lost his leg in that last battle and a swollen wound on his right calf was weeping slowly. He tried to block out the pain, looking around for something else to distract him. Then he saw it, a little creature, or a child, running over a small dune. He smirked, noting the oversized sword hanging from its greedy little hands. [B]"My my, stealin' ain't good in a friendly competition."[/B] The sorcerer blew some silver hair from his eyes and flexed his fingers, casting a spell on himself so that his speed and stamina increased. He shot forwards silently, wincing a little as his ears and fingers grew more pointed as an after effect of the spell. [B]"You little wretch!"[/B] Morag turned to see a young man running along the sand, obviously trying to get his sword back. He smirked and sprinted again, catching up to the small creature without it even realising. The young man obviously noticed and quieted himself, slowing down slightly to watch Morag. He pulled out one of the snake fangs from before and grabbed the small beast around the neck, causing it to gasp sharply as its air supply vanished. [B]"Drop the sword, ya little thief, an' I won't kill ya."[/B] It did as Morag said and dropped the sword dully into the sand, a soft thud resonating as it hit the ground. [B]"S-Sir...I...I only wanted to prove myse-ack!"[/B] the child gurgled as Morag slipped the fang into the base of his neck. No point in keeping thieves around, especially ones stupid enough to steal a warrior?s sword. He picked up the weapon and tossed it to the young man opposite him. "[B]I know ya could 'ave done it yerself, kid, but what can I say? I'm a good Samaritan." [/B] Morag chuckled to himself and began limping off, his spell lifting as he did so. He was weak now; one more battle would finish him off for sure. It was to his horror then that he saw not one, but three pairs of beady red eyes coming from the distance. He turned to look at the young warrior behind him, his gaze also fixed on the three large caterpillar type creatures advancing on them. [B]"Well, would it be too much ta ask ya fer a small favour, kid?"[/B] Morag looked at the man squarely, knowing that his need for assistance was showing greatly in his narrow eyes. One of the creatures screeched and Morag winced, reaching for his small dagger to once again cut his palm. This night would certainly leave a scar. [B]OOC Fallen, I've left this pretty open. If you want to help my character out, that would be lovely.[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1]Morag raised his eyebrows elegantly as Yuri barked out his last statement; half hoping that this was a joke. They hadn't even been treated to a banquet yet and he was making them go out and right monsters! Still, the rush of people showed Morag that this was indeed not a joke and so he resigned himself to the potential fate of pain and misery...perhaps death. He wasn't overly keen on the idea, but still, this is what he'd signed up for. [I]'Nuff talkin' to yerself, Morag, ya got work ta do.[/I]' The young man swept his cloak to the side and walked out behind the rest of the crowd, flexing his long, slim fingers in anticipation for whatever it was that was going to attack him...eventually. [I]'So get these diamonds, take 'em back an' prove yerself without diein'. Sounds easy enough.[/I]' The silver-haired man laughed to himself and walked away from the large crowd, knowing that there was no sense at all in walking with a load of people when he was looking for single monsters. Because, obviously, meeting more than two at the same time wouldn't be a very lovely encounter. [B]"Here monsters. Come and get yer din-dins."[/B] Morag sighed and surveyed his surroundings, seeing sand, trees and rocks. So they would be desert type monsters, then. Probably have hard hide and would most likely be reptilian. Maybe would be as quick but would be extremely perceptive. [B]"So...where are ya? Dontcha know I need me some of yer sparkly insides fer Mr Yuri?"[/B] Suddenly, as if it was an answer to Morag's question, a heavy hiss filled the humid night air. Morag looked around, sensitive ears twitching to pick up on the sound. [B]"Ah, open area monster...ya would have good camouflage. Clever bastard."[/B] He whipped around just in time to see a large snake shooting towards him, twirling quickly to the side to take a rip out of Morag's right arm. Luckily he was able to dodge and stagger back, hitting the trunk of a rough tree. [B]"Now, ya see, I need my arm...magic ain't no good if I don't have both hands, eh?" [/B] he took out a small dagger and drew it across the palm of his left hand, not even wincing from the short stab of pain that shot up his arm. "I'm sure ya understand, huh?" the young sorcerer recited a short verse as he rubbed his palm together, the slow trickle of blood dripping steadily to the sand and dirt below. The 'snake', Morag had decided this was the best way to refer to it, made another lunge but this time Morag was ready. He finished with shouting his command, "Blood daggers!" and the trickle stopped, solidifying before shooting out into the exposed belly of the snake. It hissed before a short gurgle escaped its throat. The soft skin of it's belly was ripped and the poison in Morag?s daggers slowly infected it's system, causing the nerves to break and the snake to loose all control of it's body. It spasmed and fell to the ground where it foamed before the life drained out of it's eyes. Morag frowned and swiped a bloody sleeve across his brow, his hands throbbing dully, not that he noticed. [B]"So...a diamond."[/B] Morag searched the monster's body, concentrating on the scales to make sure none of them were cleverly disguised as a precious gem. Eventually he decided that there was no harm in cutting up an already dead beast, so he pulled out his dagger and traced a line down the snake?s underside, feeling around carefully until he found the hard piece of stone. It was nowhere near perfect, but a beauty none the less. Morag pocketed it before examining the rest of the snake, snapping off its fangs and placing them in his pocket, too. No use in letting those weapon go to waste, he figured. His grandfather had always said he was resourceful.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1]I've recently bought a Wacom Graphire3 to use with Paint Shop Pro. It's an excellent little piece of equipment, but Wacom are quite expensive and are more professional. If you're just doing it for fun then you may not want to go for a Wacom as I know there are other pretty nifty tablets for less money. Hope that helped you out. (As a side note--Have you ever practiced outlining or CG with a mouse? In my opinion it's good if you start out practicing that way so you know whether or not you're going to have the patience and time to work with a tablet as they take a chunk out of your savings.)[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1][B]OOC Same as Sakura, I apologise for not starting sooner. Much schoolwork was to be done and my brain has been a little dead of late.[/B] Morag slid from his horse expertly as the throng of people ahead of him refused to part for the lonely traveller. Not that he had expected them to move suddenly as if he was royalty, but a little lenience would have been appreciated. Alas, this town did not seem as hospitable as he would have hoped. The young man tugged on his horses reins gently and the white stallion followed him obediently, naturally causing people to part just enough for the two to get through. Morag knew his destination...it was the getting there that may prove a problem. He never had been very good with directions. [I]'Looks like I may have ta ask one o' these people fer directions...doubt they'd be very helpful, however.'[/I] Morag sighed sadly and his mouth drooped into a small pout. Maybe one fo these people would feel sorry for him? No. No, he seriously doubted that would be the case for some reason. Just a look around at the heavy set features and stone-cold demeanours was enough to let the tired man know that travellers were treated as any normal townsperson would be treated. Which was fair enough, he supposed, it wasn't their duty to be guides, anyway. [B]"S'cuse me, thank ya, ma'am. Oh--sorry sir, my horse is rather clumsy."[/B] The glares Morag was shot made him feel rather uncomfortable so he shot down a small side street first chance he got, hoping to meet up with another road leading to the residence he was to be staying in. he got lucky and found a street that was practically deserted, mounting his horse once again to make good time for his travels. [B]"Not long now, Wisp, ya'll have ya water an' carrots soon, eh?"[/B] The horse whinnied in approval and seemed to quicken his pace, his hooves like drums on the hard cobbled street of the main city. Soon Morag arrived at the front gates, dismounting once again as a guard met him outside. Before the man even opened his mouth Morag had flashed him a sly grin and stuck out his elegant hand, [B]"Morag Dunstibar. I've travelled a long way, my friend, an' I?m in the mood fer some wine an' a bed, if ya don't mind."[/B] The guard looked a little taken a back but registered the name as official, handing Wisp over to a stable boy as another servant lead Morag up to his chambers. The sorcerer didn't carry much with him, only enough to pack away in a sack he kept strapped over his back. [B]"Your room, sir."[/B] Morag nodded and pushed a few coins into the boy's hand, [B]"Make sure my horse gets a few extra carrots, why don'tcha."[/B] [B]"Yes, sir!"[/B] Morag rippled his fingers in a goodbye and closed his door, dropping his bag and outer robe to the floor before stretching out on his bed. [B]"Ah, finally."[/B] [B]OOC: As a note, the way Morag talks isn?t like a farmer, imagine him to be like Gin from Bleach (if you?ve seen it) Or someone with a well-to-do accent who is lazy when it comes to pronouncing things.[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#FF374C][SIZE=1]I think different people react to nerves in different ways. For example: I still get nervous when I do a play, a speech in class or other such things. But for me it doesn't lessen my performance, it actually makes it better. See, I'm very pride driven so when I get nervous I feel that showing those nerves will make people think I'm not as good as I am, therefore I boost up my abilities even though I still feel like my hands are shaking. Admittedly I'm not as nervous now about acting as I used to be, but that's because I've been doing it for a very long time and I'm one of those lucky people who don't get too nervous in those situations. I think, as Sage kind of pointed out, nerves are a case of mind over matter. If you believe you can do it, the nerves will still be there, but you?ll be able to push them down enough to carry out whatever it is you?re doing. Oh, and that thing about imagining your audience naked or in funny hats? Never worked for me.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[color=#FF374C][SIZE=1][B]Name: [/B] Morag Dunstibar [B]Age:[/B] 23 [B]Sex: [/B] Male [B]Trade:[/B] Sorcerer [U]? Heart of the Beast-[/U] More of a power boost than anything else, this spell increases Morag?s speed, strength and agility all in one. He also forms more animal like features, such as clawed hands, sharper teeth and reptilian eyes. His speed increases threefold, his strength doubles and his agility increases tenfold. This spell does, however, drain his magical power so he only uses it when he has to fight in hand-to-hand combat. [U]? Blood Daggers-[/U] For this spell Morag draws his sword and slices it across both of his palms, infusing his magic with the blood that spills out. The blood then solidifies to form small shards in his hands, which Morag can then throw. They are like deadly poison and once they strike their target they melt and seep into the skin. [B]Appearance: [/B] [URL=http://www.animegalleries.net/albums/bleach/03c_ichimaru_gin/bleach_ichimaru0067.jpg]Morag 1[/URL] [URL=http://www.animegalleries.net/img/118110]Morag 2[/URL] [URL=http://www.animegalleries.net/img/118120]Morag 3[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] Morag is best described as a trickster. He seems to have a rather sick and warped sense of humour, as most of the things he does or says tend to appal or even frighten people. He claims it?s ?all in good fun?. Which is true, to an extent, it?s quite fun for him. It?s never quite known whether what Morag does is for his own good and just happens to help those around him or whether or not he is actually helping out of the goodness of his own heart. His sarcastic tongue and witty remarks tend to make people believe he does everything for his own benefit. However, many have grown used to him and his ways and are merely thankful that he, in whatever way he does it, is actually helping other and not causing havoc with his Blood Magic. [B]Still Life:[/B] Morag can?t remember much about what happened to him in the past, nor does he really care. He was raised by his grandfather who never once mentioned his mother or father or how they died. But Morag knows things, for example, the fact that they are indeed dead and didn?t just desert him was enough to let him know that he couldn?t trust his grandfather. He always had suspicions about the old man, worried that he was doing things for himself rather than others. He?s realised now that this selfish attitude has rubbed off on him, but the young man is far too lazy to do anything about it, he?s quite happy to carry on the way he is now. Seeing as his grandfather was also a Sorcerer, most of the magic Morag knows was taught to him in his earlier years. However, his grandfather had a nasty habit of keeping little secrets from Morag and thus what should be a very powerful spell today is in fact mediocre when Morag casts it. The fact both angers and depresses him and he?s constantly trying to track down someone who can show him exactly what needs to be done to master these would-be catastrophic spells. Unfortunately, with his attitude towards people, he?s managed to dig himself into a hole. No one will help him get stronger because they fear what may happen if he does. At the moment Morag is able to protect the village he lives in well enough with his current level of power so everyone is perfectly happy for him to stay this way. When Morag was only 15 he decided that he had had enough of his grandfather?s ?teachings? and ran away from home, glad to see that his guardian made no effort whatsoever to come after him. This also put a damper on Morag?s skills, as he hasn?t had a mentor for nigh on eight years. There?s a lot of resentment and annoyance behind Morag?s eyes, which is part of the reason he always tries to hide it with a tricky smile. One that he hopes no one will ever manage to get behind.[/SIZE] [/COLOR]

[FONT=Arial Narrow][COLOR=#FF374C]I'm loving the Mineruka trend, Revue. (I thought that was Hakkai but...he smokes? It's not Sanzo with his glasses on, is it?) [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/ichi.png[/IMG] [B]Parameters-[/B] [U]Words:[/U] Life goes On [U]Colours:[/U] Blues, Purples and Black[/COLOR][/FONT]