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Character Bio: Riley Von BrandtBASIC INFORMATION
Full Name: Riley Von Brandt
Name Meaning: Riley - unknown; Von Brandt - (dweller in an) area cleared by fire
Dominant Hand: Right
Blood Type: O
Species: Oullian [Raised Human, Demon in Hiding] *See History*
Date & Time of Birth: November 27th, 6:24pm
Place of Birth: Sector 17, Daemoseras
Currently Living: Crystalla Palace, castle built of stone with gold and marble finishings, grounds consist of several hundred acres of land and a large garden in front and behind the castle with a fountain at the center of each garden; numerous rooms and towers as well as secret passageways added by the Queen.
Weight: 122 lbs.
Hair: Dark Red, Shoulder Length Wavy Long Graduated Bob, parted down middle
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Light
Figure/Build: Triangular Figure/Ectomorph Build
Character Bio: Sage DalcaBASIC INFORMATION
Full Name: Sage Dalca
Name Meaning: Sage – an aromatic plant/a profoundly wise man; Dalca - lightning
Age: 9 ¾
Dominant Hand: Left
Blood Type: B
Species: Oullian [Raised Human] *see Important Notes below*
Date & Time of Birth: August 18th, 5:57pm
Place of Birth: Minstrel’s Village, Cabayrus
Currently Living: Cottage in the forest, thatched roof, white stone and clay, one floor, one carpeted main room with conjoined stone kitchen, two bedrooms, outhouse; two hours walk from Minstrel’s Village
Weight: 62 lbs.
Hair: Auburn, Bob Cut w/ Side Bangs
Eye Color: Emerald
Skin Color: Tan
Figure/Build: Rectangle Figure, Ectomorph Build
Scars/Distinguishing Marks? Freckles; Lichtenberg Figures [later]
Physical Description: Short and slight,
Descending down into the depths of Aufterous’s immense southern ocean, past the Jetter’s Gorge and a sharp left at the sea caves, a palace of marble and gold stood proud amongst the jutting rocks and fields of coral. Within such a noble piece of construction, through the halls filled with statues and laden with tapestries, passing the large elegant Koi custodian sleeping in separate quarters, a sea-dweller adorned in gold and bright colors sat at her desk. She twirled a stylus in her hand as she handled her tablet computer, which currently displayed an ancient lyricist’s journal on its screen.
“Songwhit, hm?” she hummed as she scrolled from entry to entry. “A neutral and passive voice towards Her Eminence; more often than not an ally especially after her courtship with Playloud… Not much else of importance, really.”
“Agraaaaaaataaaaaaaaa!!” a loud voice punctured the serene quiet of Agrata Althea’s hive, and the Fuschia
As the sun began to set over the horizon before him, a lone black cube scurried along the sand of a vast desert. The troll inside who powered it checked his watch and GPS; god dammit, he was late. This wasn’t going to stand well with his matesprit, but then again, he believed he had a decent excuse this time.
Upon pulling up in his safety cube to the front door of his matesprit’s hive, Yangon Aarion activated its compacting sequence and it quickly deconstructed into a little cube that fit into his pocket. With a smile he adjusted his glasses and strode up to the door, only to have it pulled open before he got a chance to knock. There stood his lovely Paytah Ignado, cross-armed, tapping his foot and looking absolutely peeved.
“Why are you late?” the Brown blood growled.
“Listen; listen, listen, listen,” the Yellow blood grinned with a chuckle, “I got a good reason this time. You see, on my way here, I saw, I saw this troll and, and they were kin
“Once upon a time, sweeps and sweeps ago, there lived a kind ruler, the Chieftain. She bore the most royal of all blood, and became known to all her subjects as Her Eminence, Chieftain Fairlead. It was known throughout the planet Aufterous that she was a generous yet iron-willed water-dweller, and many both feared and adored her. With her vast following of subjects from every caste, she ruled for many sweeps with no opposition. It was known throughout that Her Eminence did not hold fast to the customs of old, as her most loyal of subjects graced the very bottom of the hemospectrum. She ensured that all of her followers were treated equally and was more than merciful to those who… Okay, do I have to keep reading this part? I’m gonna hurl.”
Valena Anathi’s eyes blinked open as she sat dozing in her recuperacoon. Her beloved moirail and caretaker, Demora Keitha, had been reading her her favorite bedtime story, only to stop short to make a commen
A Need for Family [P1]It’s my fault isn’t it? … I shouldn’t have just left it out like that… Now what do I do? … He was all I had left… That bastard… What am I supposed to do now?!
“This seems rather cliché for the atmosphere of a funeral.” The soft voice of a tall and slight man jarred a young boy from his train of thought. “Don’t you agree, young master?” The young boy returned his focus to the setting at hand. Underneath a dark and dreary sky, the two stood beneath an umbrella in the pouring rain. The funeral in question had just ended, so now there was nothing but a gravestone to greet the young boy’s already tear-streaked face.
The tall man chuckled. “However, I must admit I do not clearly understand how befitting this setting truly is. Could you perhaps explain it to me?” A lengthy shiver ran up the spine of the young boy beside him, who then took a few steps out of the safety of the umbr
Roleplay with Lothol Muginn 3:1Inside the ship, in the atrium containing the garden, Prunri strolled through the numerous rows of plants and flowers that they would be bringing along with them. There was plenty of extra room for new flora should the scouting team find some on new planets, and Prunri smiled to herself as she mentally gave each flower and plant a name. She was told that there weren't any other gardeners as of yet, and she thought to herself that maybe it'd be better if she worked on this by herself. She never really liked sharing.
As she walked, she noticed one of the stiffer plants beginning to tilt out of place. That just wouldn't do! Each member of the team must stand at attention! Pulling a few pieces of string out of her pocket and crouching down, she began to create a support for the leaning plant.
Out of uniform as the new plugs in his body were healing, Lothol Muginn wore an oversized shirt and shorts he'd brought with him. These were some of his only things to bring from home. He walked into
She Is Slam Poetry“Alright, we only have five minutes left ‘til lunch is over, let’s start packing up!” Jeremy said, pulling out the leather briefcase that was the box for the RPG board game he and his friends played every day. “Ray, the log please.” He held out his hand for the pad of paper his friend Ray would hand to him at the end of every lunch period, since he was in charge of taking down their movements so they wouldn’t forget. When he didn’t feel any paper in his hand, he looked from behind the open case to find his similarly bespectacled friend staring off to the other side of their high school’s lunch area.
“God dammit Ray!” he exclaimed, causing said friend to flinch and return his attention to the table. “This again? Really?!”
“I-I’m sorry!” Ray squeaked, closing the log book and passing it to him. “But I wasn’t spacing out this whole time, honest!”
“I can vouch for him.
Eternal Memories - Part 2Two months after Victoria’s ‘birth’, three new infants came from the other machines Gin had set up in a separate room. Three boys: Vladmir, Sergei and Jan, in that order. They were born within a close time range, so much so that they were considered triplets, and that wasn’t the only reason. Each of the three boys held Ukraine’s DNA, and had similar light blonde tufts of hair on their heads at birth. Their only differences were their second DNA contributions. Vladmir held France’s DNA, while Sergei had Belarus’s and Jan had Iceland’s. Grouped with their slightly older sister Victoria, these four made up the eldest children that would result from Gin’s ‘experiment’.
The four children were assigned at one to each adult, and they were cared for accordingly. Once a routine was settled into, the three men quickly forgot about their initial reluctance to comply with Gin’s plan, mainly since they were focused on caring fo
NAPOWRIMO 30 Days of PromptsDay 1: I am a poet.
Day 2: I own my flesh.
Day 3: Tell a lie.
Day 4: Love through letters.
Day 5: A thousand kisses deep.
Day 6: Monochromatic fears.
Day 7: You have 7 days to live.
Day 8: Glow in the dark stars
Day 9: Misplaced bones
Day 10: Write as if you are a body part.
Day 11: Wake the dead.
Day 12: Love bites
Day 13: I never think about ____ anymore.
Day 14: Find me.
Day 15: 7 Deadly Sins
Day 16: 3AM coffee
Day 17: Kiss the stars on her arms.
Day 18: ‘Last night—’
Day 19: What is your sign? Write about it.
Day 20: Galaxy skin
Day 21: What is tangled up in your heartstrings?
Day 22: A fight in a stairwell
Day 23: A forbidden desire
Day 24: Stitched the words into my heart
Day 25: Cross-hatched skin
Day 26: Artist fingers
Day 27: Holding up the universe
Day 28: Dig deep
EstellaI had a girl once,
before she died.
she was pale and thin
with thin white lips
and raven hair
and anger hidden
in her amber stare.
She came to me
when I was alone
with heartache riddled,
mind of stone
she played to me
her desperate songs
and kept me alive
all winter long.
And through it all,
though she tore at me,
there was nowhere else
I hoped to be...
She was an orphan
of wide-open spaces
child of bookshelves
my empty places
I granted her solace
here in my heart
although life had begun
to wrench it apart
She played to my torment,
the parts of my body
beginning to languish
and I kept her there safe
in my haze of regret
the sole consolation
I could hope to get
And she kept me alive,
but she kept me asleep,
down under the rafters
my sorrow so deep.
And still over time,
I began to rebel
I began to see real life
not as living hell
but she sulked in my corners
stared storm clouds at me
"We're worthless," she said,
"And it's all we will be.
Broken momentsSitting beside the window
Twisting a strand of hair
Thinking of those broken moments
Which no magic can repair
It seems like just now
You whispered something about love
It took me to up to the sky
Among singing and dancing doves
Oh how can I forget
That smile, that blush
Which only and only your voice could bring
No matter I was in what rush
But then fate came in
Tore me from within
Smashed and thrashed the dying me
And left no way for light to come in
I should have known
Happiness isn’t for me
I never get what I long for
No matter how much I plea
So now I have to move on
Or at least I would try
Because this world never bears a weakling
Just leaves it to die.
Six Word Story Around the World in 80 Days ContestHello, everyone! The judging for our tournament is nearly complete, but in the meantime, we're featuring the new contest going on over at :iconsixwordstories:!
A type of Flash Fiction, six word stories are (very) short stories with an exact word count: six words. SixWordStories is the place where, alongside quality, quantity really does matter. Though these stories are so brief in length, they can be as profound, if not more, than the prose and poetry you see and read every day, partly because six word stories can tell us so much and yet contain so little.
February 14th, 10pm GMT
'Around the World in 80 Days' ...with a comical twist!
As put forward by =TwilightPoetess, "The contest idea is to write a six word story about a journey "Around the World in 80 Days," with the use of humor.
Ripped my parachute. Again.""
Six word story
PE: Finding Critique on dAWhere to find Critique on deviantART?
So, you just uploaded your latest image/writing onto deviantART and featured it in your gallery with a slight satisfaction you have achieved something. Fantastic, that is step one and now you can sit back and watch everyone's responses come pouring in and showing you everything you need to do to make your work even more fabulous.
The fact is; getting someone to critique your work isn't as easy as that. If you want critique, you need to seek critique and put in the good effort to get it. It won't always work, no plan is fool proof, but here are some places and advice that could help you find the feedback you desire. Not every place on this list will be your cup of tea, but try and see what works for you.
Step one: Make sure people know you want a critique!
If you are a subscriber, make use of the critique function that deviantART provides. You can do this my selecting "Request Critiques" when submitting an
Creepypasta : SlendermanA long time ago, there was an old man, who lived near the woods of a small village.
His name unknown, his face unknown, some people didn't even know he even existed.
The only thing that truly was knows about this man is that he was a loner since his wife passed away.
He was often seen wandering through the woods.
He lived in a small house, without a television or radio, the only sound coming from the house were slow sad songs, the man sung himself.
On a misty morning the man was found dead in his house.
People began to become curious after they hadn't seen the man for weeks.
The fishermen, who saw the man each morning, looking at them from a safe distance, so that no one would recognize him, were the ones who called the cops.
He passed away in a terrible accident.
His face was ripped off and his hands were gone.
No one knows what happened that night and no one really wishes to know.
Some say the man never passed on.
Years have passed since the passing of the old man, nothing happened e
Slendy's LullabySomeone's always watching me.
Someone's always there.
When i'm sleeping he just waits
and, he stares.
Someone's always standing in
the darkest corner of my Room.
He's tall and wears a suit of black
Dressed like a perfect groom.
Where are you going?
Why won't you stay?
They might be scared of you,
But i just want to Play.
He has no Face.
He hides with the trees.
He Loves little children
When they Beg and Scream.
The SlendermanI waited for Master to come. To save me.
I wasn't expecting HIM to come instead. The name whispered through the wind, alerting me to his presence. Master didn't come...
But the Slenderman did.
His tendrils slid over my body in the darkness, and I gasped as he turned me around.
"Liiiiillllyyyyyy....Commmmeee wwiiitthhh mmmmeeeee..." His voice spoke softly, filling my entire being with his sound. I remained silent and tried not to look at him. Master was coming, surely he was.
"He's never hhhhheeerrrreeeeee...." He smiled and grabbed my chin with an actual hand, forcing me to look at his faceless...well, face. I grimaced and tried to turn, but he wouldn't let me.
"I'm heeerrreee to take his pplllaacccceeeeee.....Heeeee said I ccooouuullllddddd...." Slendy tightened his grip, making me cry out. I was paralyzed with fear. I knew he would take me for sure this time.
The last thing I had said to master was that I was never going to see him...
My neck popped as Slenderman whipped my head up.
CAPTAIN T-SHIRTS!Going to start selling shirts with captain's face on them very soon!
Questions for the audience:
1)How much would you pay for a shirt with captain's face on it, including shipping?
2)The sales program needs a motivational message. What would captain say to motivate random people who are unawares of captain to buy t-shirts?
3)Make up a random quality control quote! How would you rate/criticize these shirts without even seeing them?
Devious Journal EntryENGIE KEEPS RAMBLING SOMETHING ABOUT THE TIME-HOLE INSTABILITIES.
HOW MANY YEARS IN ZEE FUTURE DO YOU THINK ZEE CAPTAIN PRESIDES IN?
PE: Literature Critique TipsAs part of Project Educate Critique week, the Community Volunteers would like to share more art specific elements to consider whilst giving good critique.
Today we are looking at the Literature gallery, with our Top Tips.
Before you start
READ the piece all the way through.
Read it again, making notes of what you would like to point out in your critique.
Stay Objective- you are critiquing the piece not the person.
These tips are areas which aren't just necessary in critiquing others' work, but also when self-critiquing your own writing. This is one person's suggestions and I welcome any further tips in addition.
A good opening. The opening to any form of writing doesn't necessarily need to involve a physical explosion, but it needs to have an initial hook; something to entice the reader in. It needs to be clear, something that
PE: The Basics of Giving CritiqueA lot of people seem to think that giving a critique requires you to have an art degree and a lifetime of experience. This is merely an excuse barrier to stop you from trusting yourself in the art of delivering a fine critique. Today's Project Educate guide is an aid to help you consider the basics of critique, and in particular critique on dA.
This article has been written as a guideline overview only and one persons advice. There are hundreds of existing "how to" guides for critique already existing on dA, so if this one doesn't suit you, take a browse and see what else you can find!
The key rules to critique
1. Keep in mind you are writing a CRITIQUE not a CRITICISM. Be wary of your word choices and make sure you keep in mind you are helping the artist for improvement. Be Constructive, not Destructive.
2. Consider you audience- who is the artist reading this critique? How may they react to your words? Be wary of patronising the person you are c
Slenderman Looks at FanartOne day, Slenderman was bored, so he decided to check out DeviantART because BEN said that they loved creepypasta there. He also mentioned that Slendy had a fan club.
So Slenderman typed "deviantart" into Google.
Half an hour passes...
Slenderman: AUUUUGH!!! WTF?!
Rake: *yelling from the room next door* Slender, wth?! I was trying to sleep. Because some of us are actually nocturnal!
Slenderman: *slams labtop shut* THAT WEBSITE IS THE DEVIL!!!
Rake: *walks over* You can't be serious.
Slenderman: *opens labtop and points to the screen, averting his "eyes"*
Rake: What the- Is that...?
Slenderman: Don't say it.
Rake: *laughs manically* I didn't know you and Masky had something going on!
Slenderman: WE DON'T!!! *facepalms* But the MH fangirls think so.
Rake: *scrolls down the page* ...And apparently you have lots of girlfriends too...Most of these kids look about twelve too...
Slenderman: I know! It's like everyone's pairing me with their kid sister!
StasisDreams only take you so far
before they crush you
and their un-fulfillment.
You cannot move
with bones so broken,
and a stomach
with swallowed pride.
And wing'd hope flies from the fear
of a life well wasted,
leaving you nightmare-shackled
to your potential
screaming in stasis.