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I have to say, Since i saw you at GG the other day, the likeness between the actual character and the drawing is unbelievably good

VERY good work

Catz

Well if your still confused by the pussycat, perhaps just draw Ef. I'll draw Catz and then i'll add them both together in the same picture and either of us can have a go at colouring them in photoshop or whatever you use

Sound good?

Catz

Well i've been missing GG for the past few evenings because of others things, one night SG night, the other my mother, and the next Big brother (Im a sad sad person). But since i've missed it i've been sprucing up a few sketches here and there and this one i do believe is the best i've done so far, its Catz, Beet, Ef and Red Commissar. So enjoy.
(As for extra detail i have Catz's kitten in there, Efs sword and hat, and Reds "Ze Funnies" Paper. I might start the colouring tonight aswell.)

GG Sketch

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Durunk Ef and Catz started, they'll be done SOON!

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Wootage! xD
Oddly enough Catz has never been drunk in my RP career. This should be fun

Catz

*latches onto Beet*

Hello im your new best friend *cute face* Plleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease for me

Catz

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I have to say they looked better before coloring. I think it's because of all the lines getting the same thickness. I'd recommend inking by hand or using a tablet.

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I do use a tablet, I prefer to colour with hand anyway its usually much easier and doesn't take as long.

Catz

Ok Digital time. First took 1 hour and a half. Second 2 hours. My colouring is a little dodgy so bear with me on this.
Liberty Girl V2
Liberty Girl vs Demond Bunny V2

Catz

As most of you know im a devART member and im a member of a few clubs. These two sketches were done for a new club i've signed up to with is called My second life the point of it is for members to make up an alter-ego. Now i know your probably thinking Catz would be mine, the only problem with that is shes 20 and from London. So my alter-ego is Liberty Girl(Hence the stories on the forums).

And here they are Enjoy
Liberty Girl
Liberty Girl vs Demond Bunny

Im gonna start colouring them soon, so watch this thread.

Catz

Woaaah! The colour makes it much better
And if i must say, Awesome!

Catz

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This is fantastic. One of my favourites so far.

Would love to see more

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Agreed
Fantastic stuff!

Catz

There was no getting away from it, I closed my eyes and raised my arms in defense and felt…nothing. There he was in front of me, a white trench coat, blue and white pants, long brown hair and a pair of blast goggles to top it off. The stone beast was busy floating in mid air in some kind of gravitational field. “Hurry…Up....I can’t hold him much longer” I nodded quickly and jumped at the monster, grabbing its back and tugging it through the hole in the roof from which it came. “Girl. Girl let go now!” The monster in my hands wriggled about, the brute had to be some weight but he basically felt like a feather to me. The guy that assisted below appeared from nowhere basically hovering there as I lifted the monster further into the sky “Need a little help, tall and blonde” I looked up at him and grunted “Yes. But you need a better pick up technique”. He threw both arms out and the monster hovered in a mini vortex of colours “Boy. Boy assist girl? Boy dies to!” I looked over at this guy hovering by me; I hoped he didn’t realize I had gone bright red I was surprised that there was someone other than me that had powers, then it rung in my ear, like a radio tuner “Another strange crater found in Dublin”. I zoned out for a second or two to listen to the bulletin and as I tuned back into reality the monster was flying towards me, I did a quick zoom up and as it passed under me, dug my feet into its back. The big lug tumbled down through metres upon metres of sky and with a massive quake hit the ground like a pile of rocks. But then it hit me in the head “If the monster was flying at me…Where was that other guy?” Because I’d zoned out I’d left my little friend to tackle the monster himself and it seemed he’d taken a rather large bump to the head and was currently hurtling towards the ground. Streamlining myself and shot at the speed of a bullet through the air, my cape whistling away in the wind behind me. Finally catching up to him I knew I wouldn’t be able to slow myself down quickly enough so I grabbed tight a hold of him and made sure I had him on top of me. I hit the ground first…

Dust clouds billowed into the air above; the media had already gathered and were, as we speak, gathering footage of the fight. I don’t remember much of the falling part but I do remember regaining consciousness, there he was in front of me holding out his hand, covered in dust from head to toe “Thanks for the save back there” I grabbed his hand and again went bright red thinking “Oh God he’s Irish” I had to admit I felt a little faint… he was well, really good looking. He lifted his hand and rub a small spot of blood which was running from my mouth, wouldn’t do much good since I was bleeding in a lot of places on my head, arms and legs.
The media crews were bustling about outside and all froze as the door to the hall flew open, dust hovered into the air and, in a very heroic entrance may I add, appeared myself and the Irish guy. “Liberty Girl! Is this your new sidekick?” That same question erupted from so many mouths it was hard to understand what was actually said, I raised my hands and coughed once or twice “No, we haven’t actually spoken before this evenings events.” And with that I limped off away from the media, luckily the police were there to hold them back. “Whoa wait we haven’t had a chance to speak” He offered his hand, I gladly took it as he shook mine “I’m…” He paused “I’m Teleko” My hand shook and I withdrew it to my forehead and turned around as I began laughing “Your kidding me right” I paced around him and not trying to sound like I was flirting but, looked him up and down “Irish, about my age, You call yourself Teleko and you’ve got the exact same costume…” He smiled blankly and was just about to speak before I butted in “Michael right?” His expression dropped into a very confused look “How did you know?” I lifted both hands towards my face and pulled my mask off, flicking my hair back over my shoulder “I can probably tell why you don’t recognize me, you’re probably thinking Oh she’s Liberty Girl I’m star struck!” I blushed and looked up at him “I’m Megan” His eyes widened the poor guy seemed to be having a hard time understanding it all, but next I knew my face was implanted in his chest. “I knew there was something about you!” Without warning he let emotions fly “God woman you look different...I mean i'd never assumed that You! You of all people! You’re Liberty Girl… You haven’t told anyone have you” I shuck my head and replied with a little mumble “No, No-one knows…But now you’ve helped me you have to know, you’re in for a helluva’ ride.”

The sun was rising slowly in the sky and it was about 8 in the morning, I’d usually be getting off at my bus stop by then, but this morning marked a change basically. Instead of paying for a bus fair I’d told my brother that I was getting the metro along. That was an obvious lie, well not if you call the metro flying to school. I’d edited my costume a little since last I was out saving the city, now it was white, with black boots, cape, domino mask and L on the chest, I can remember yesterday night quite clearly I’d changed the costume by then and most of the newspapers had already posted headlines about Supergirl and how Marvel would deal with some Vigilante taking on their copyrighted name, that made me decide to take on my own name and tonight was the night to announce it.
The Mayor of Newcastle had asked me to do a special conference with the public, basically to reinforce hopes of safer streets and to show people that I was the real thing. I don’t even think the mayor believed himself to be honest. I sat on the roof of Newcastle Civic Centre and placed the domino mask over my face, “This is going to be one hell of a night. Somehow I can feel something is going to go wrong”. The crowds had already gathered below, problem is I have terrible stage fright but there was something compelling me to go on. The mayor stood doing as every politician does, speaks for England, as he finished I shot down and arrived just at the pronunciation of my name, “Introducing, Not Supergirl, But Liberty Girl” I stepped out into the spotlights which shone down on the stage, I looked around there they were thousands of faces staring up at me, all of the showed a ton of emotions it was unbelievable, my mind was buzzing with thoughts. As far as I was aware, and the Newspapers, the night was pretty successful, the headlines were pretty good, “Is it a bird, is it a plane? No it’s Liberty Girl!” Was the most popular of the titles. But anyway I sidetracked. Flying to school, what would you give to experience something like that? As always my presence was alerted by a sonic boom in the sky but people basically ignored it as I reached school. Before I entered the main hall I checked the my costume was inside my bag, which it was, before I started to help set up the Summer Ball my school had been planning for our Pen-Schools. Most of the schools were in over-seas countries, like France, so none of those schools had time to make it, but one did, an Irish school if I’m correct it was a boy’s only school.

“Megan can you pass that silly string please?” Anna shouted over to me from the other side of the hall, I passed the silly string over to her and grumbled “I wonder what these Irish guys are like” I paused as she laughed, and then continued “Actually have you got your costume sorted yet Batgirl?” I tittered so she grunted and shoved me back “Oh and you’re going to look good as what was it? Ghost Widow?” I wandered over to the main doors and picked my bag up “What’s wrong with that? Anyway I’m off to go make the banners down Art…I’ll be back here tonight at like 5” She gave a little wave and I wandered off down to art, oddly the beeper the mayor gave me didn’t ring once during the whole day.

The music boomed from the main hall and people from my school and the Irish school gathered up, talking to the people they made contact with. I wandered over to the stage where the rest of my friends were standing, “Ready to perform then?” For one evening only my friends and I had formed a band since we were raising money in a battle of the bands competition. We all clambered onto the stage, by now I was wearing my Ghost Widow costume and looked nothing like myself. I paused by the mike as the others got the equipment ready and looked out across the crowd, there was one person a noticed and he was an Irish lad, but to my surprise was wearing a Lord Recluse costume which was awfully awkward because neither of us would know who one another was, my makeup was covering my face and his helmet was covering his.

I turned to my friends behind me and muttered “Ok, Everything Burns”. The acoustics began playing and this being my first time on stage I took a deep breath and as I began to sing everything drowned out, until that moment when the male vocals were supposed to begin…There he was right next to me, that guy in the Recluse costume had jumped onto the stage and was singing the male part, beneath all that white face makeup I had gone bright red. And that’s when it started beeping against my side, vibrating uncontrollably; I pulled it from my belt and looked at the screen, “Large Object Incoming…” Sneaking back stage, I pulled my costume from my bag and pulled it on. The roof caved in and a massive stone looking creature’s voice bellowed across the hall “Liberty Girl. Where is girl!?” I dived out from around the corner and shouted “You want me you big lug come and get me!” He tore a chunk from the floor and threw it towards me, the rubble was knife sharp and I wasn’t sure I could deflect something so big…and it was coming at me at some speed.

Yes its been a while since i've done anything but a story. I've been busy doing all sorts and most of its gone up to my devART for those who are watching it. But it crossed my mind this morning, Why don't i share it with the CoH guys .

This is just something i did, Myself (Catz) and Teleko a friend of mine Ingame. About 1 hour in photoshop.
Forbidden Love

Catz

You have me interested, I'll see what i can do

Catz *runs from the message*

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I'd like to nominate Rhinoxx for his suggestions for heroes to meet in Mayhem Missions found here: Mayhem Mission Heroes.

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Seconded on that one

Catz

Im liking the style. Not something i've come across before.
The dynamics as Swissy said are great, my favourite is still the more Human like one.
Also my friend likes them to Don't ask

Catz

I don't suppose they do much. But NRG epic is good for end problems and accuracy aswell.

Catz

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It's revision time at the moment, so naturally, I was procrastinating, and decided to sketch one of my characters. I'm not an artist by any stretch of the imagination, but I thought it captured her fairly well (if a little shorter than usual)
http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a3...ormcrow3-1.jpg

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Bravo on the procrastinating .
The drawing is pretty good for something done in a revision period

Catz

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ah but it's not just some bloke - she's wearing the costume, and if someone with a camera were there then "Supergirl is Real" would be worldwide news; would Megan ever be able to shake off the Supergirl name?

...all by-the-by and just an idle thought, please carry on Catz.

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Don't worry i DID think of that myself. But in this case im not going to worry about copyrighting etc since its only a fan-fic story

Anyway don't "Megan" In brackets, some of it is based on true events at my school, and yes Megan is me.

Catz

I woke up with a start that morning; I was burning yet in a cold sweat. And there in my right hand was the crystal; I threw it across the room and shuddered, taking a quick glance at the clock. It was 9:30 in the morning and thankfully it was Saturday. As with every Saturday I would drag myself out of bed very slowly and stumble down the stairs.

I slumped over the banister on the stairs and yawned, dropping the pound coin in my hand down a few stairs. “Damn coin…” I let out another yawn and jumped down a few stairs, and leaned down to pick the coin up. That’s when I tumbled forward….”I don’t feel hurt...” I peeked out of one eye and look up, realizing that I was near the floor, but not on it. I didn’t even fall; there I was hovering above the floor suspended in mid air. “JESUS CHRIST! This isn’t right, why on earth is this happening.” I spun myself over and hovered for a little more “I wonder...”

Although I was still in my Pajamas I flung the door open, both mum and dad were out with my brother, so this was a perfect time to try it out. I stepped out the door and looked into the clear blue sky overhead, checked to see if anyone was around and closed my eyes. “Do it just how Superman does it, just think about it. Wait wait, more like Neo”. The whole street shuck as silence was struck by a sonic boom. The floor rippled below and there I was, hovering above buildings, what you’d always dreamed of saying as a kid…”I can fly!” The feeling was overwhelming that’s all I can really say, there were so many thoughts buzzing around in my head as I sped over the rooftops of Newcastle.

Sneaking back into my house, I sat on the sofa throwing the green crystal up and down, just thinking. “What if, just what if” I glanced over at the pencil lying next to me from some sketches I did yesterday night, I picked it up with my right hand and gripped it tightly. “If this doesn’t work then I’m going to be in serious trouble, not the mention pain”.
I raised my right hand, slammed the pencil into my left arm and closed my eyes tight. “No pain, what a relief. Did I miss, couldn’t have I felt it.” No marks on my arm at all, not even a scratch. It was then I stood up to look at my arm in the mirror to get a better view. I remember looking in the mirror the other day before going to school and boy was it a shock looking in the mirror, my hair was completely blonde (mum blamed the sun) and I was at least 5 foot 11. The most startling thing was my bodies build, before I found that stone I was an average body type, but now, damn was it a shock to my system, I was more athletically built up, I have the feeling my friends would be shocked as well. I looked at the green crystal sitting on the sofa again and pondered. This had to be what I thought it was, had I really stumbled across something that could do such things.

Since it was Saturday me and my friends did one of our usual ventures into town to see people with didn’t go to our school. I don’t know why but I’d packed my Supergirl costume into my bag, I laughed to myself when I did thinking what an idiot was, I wasn’t going to use it, boy was I wrong.
We were on our way to Leazes Park when sirens whirred and sped past us, from what I heard and could see there was a fire in an apartment block in the centre of Newcastle. I couldn’t help it, I could hear the thoughts of everyone outside, I just had the urge to act. And so I did. As soon as my friends turned their heads I jogged off down a nearby alleyway, and pulled the costume out of the bag. “For my sake lets hope I can do this” and in a flash the costume was on and I was speeding like a bullet across the skyline. People below looked up and pointed as I flew over to the nearby apartment building and landed in front of confused fire crews.

“Who, Who are you?” one of the muttered to me. I laughed and turned around, most of them gasped at the sight of the symbol on my chest and one even asked if God had sent me. “There is one person trapped in the building and we can’t get her out, damn if you’re the real deal you can help us out here. Please” the rest of the fire crew nodded along as he spoke. I looked at the all and my mind buzzed as I thought, “What if. What if I’ve just been dreaming this us, I could get killed in there. But it’s worth a shot” I nodded to all of the fire crew and muttered a confident “I’ll get her out of there”.

I was in there for 30 minutes, everyone outside assumed the worst had happened and the fire crews were spraying the last of the water at a dampened fire, and then the whole building caved in. Most of them took their helmets off and held them on their chests, but weren’t they all in surprise when a block of concrete flung up into the air and there I was, unmarked, carrying a woman in my arms. The crowd cheered, I can’t tell you how great it felt. “Thank you everyone” I passed the woman to the ambulance crew “Make sure this woman gets safely to the hospital. I shall see you again sometime.”
And with that I sped off into the sky my cape blowing behind me. The calls echoed out through the streets and one fireman, who still had his helmet pressed against his chest, muttered “God speed Supergirl, God speed.”

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Revision has gotten boring

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Doesn't it always
Very good piece anyway Make sure to come up with more ideas and doodle them on paper or in a diary. Thats what i do

Catz

Ok so my life was normal. Ordinary...
If that’s how you would put it. I was an average girl, average height and weight. Average friends. Average school. You get the drift of things.
Although there was this one thing that completely changed my life, I don’t really know if it was for the better or for the worse.

The alarm buzzed in my ear, I curled a fist at an arthritic speed and slammed it on the buzzer. The quilt slipped back over my head and I groaned, at that time in the morning the same thought always passed through my head “Damn will I actually get up?” I rolled back over and faced the red wall, then onto my back to face my ceiling. My mum peered through the open door and smiled “Come on then sleepy get up, School this morning” she backed up and walked slowly down the stairs. I leaned up and grabbed my clock with both hands, like a little child. “Six Fifteen!” My head sunk back into the pillow “No get up, MOTOVATION!”

My name is Megan. I’d lived in Gateshead all of my life and for 3 years, since I started secondary school, this had been my routine, get up, lie down and then get up fifteen minutes later. My family was just the way you’d expect a normal family to be. Every morning I’d look in the same wardrobe and see that Supergirl costume from a charity day at my school, my thoughts swirled at the sight of it.

By Six thirty my bag was lying full on the floor and I had slowly dragged on most of my school uniform, I slid slowly down the stairs, yawning and dragging a purple school sweater over my head as I did. Who was the idiot who decided to make the school colour purple?! Well never mind that.
Like every other morning I followed the same old routine, Breakfast, TV, Jacket and shoes, out for the bus. I hated walking to the bus stop, it wasn’t very far from our house but damn was that hill steep, and it took me at least 2 minutes to catch my breath again.

Again same thing, walked along the same path to school, Evanescence blasting in my ears, Charvas walking past me would scowl. But that didn’t really bother me, I reveled in the small things, watched the birds fly by and the sun rising above the horizon line. This time I didn’t really see much of that, since a massive ball shot from the sky and into the field across from me, frightened people walking their dogs ran from the crash site.

Curiosity killed the cat. I hate that phrase. What’s the first thing you do when you see some sort of object crash into a field? Of course you go and look at it. I jogged over the field and clambered up the hill at its side. There were no flames surprisingly just a hole in the ground and in it a small piece of rock. No-one was around. I slid down the side of the crater and look at the rock from a short distance, its green glow enticing me to touch it. I slowly maneuvered my right arm out and made a grab for the rock; I felt a surge in my veins, my blood, and an unimaginable sensation.

I gripped the rock in my hand, its green glow was still strong so I placed it in my bag and slung it over my shoulder. As I walked away from the scene media vans slowly arrived bit by bit to see what had happened. I surveyed from a distance. Since it was eight fifteen I made my way to school, thinking as I walked along “Wasn’t my bag heavier this morning?” I shunned it and entered the dinner hall where some of my friends met.

Jason had reclaimed his so called “throne” in the dinner hall, a seat in the corner, apparently it kept him calm, only last week we had an argument since I sat there and stressed him out. He peered over, a bottle of Pepsi pressed against his lips and murmured, as Pepsi dribbled out his mouth, “Nice hair, didn’t realize you got blonde highlights”. I looked at him in utmost disgust and asked for a mirror, Kayleigh was on hand to give me one, she passed it over.
I click it open and as Jason had said, I did in fact have blonde highlights. I passed Kayleigh her mirror back and sighed “Must be the sun.”

I was in quite a good mood that day, since it was Friday and we had PE. Anna was doing her usual blind, dumb and deaf bit and Chelsea was prodding me in the side of the head with a ruler, it was obviously Maths. Today was the last day of doing our coursework, now I was always a fast typer, maybes a little slower on the laptop, but nevertheless fast. Chelsea’s prodding ceased for a second or two whilst I started typing on the laptop; she was looking at me in disbelief. “What? Is it the hair, because I can explain.” Her jaw was on the table at this point in time; I waved my hand back and forward just as she uttered a few words, “Yuh-yuh-you...Ju-just start typing again”. I shuck my head and groaned, and began typing once more. Even I was astounded, I laughed and looked at Chelsea who was still frozen to the stop, I paused and muttered “Are you sure your not just imagining things? I mean my hands are moving at a normal speed to me”.

The incident in Maths was forgotten by forth lesson but another was about to happen. It was cricket, the boys were separated from us, and except Ross he preferred to be with us. All of us were useless at hitting the ball, the lads howled like monkeys from the next court along. Last lesson it had been mine and Laura’s turn to bat, but we found ourselves going back in to get changed so today was our turn first. I took post first; Anna bowled a quick underarm ball at me. I lifted the bat and smashed it into the ball, my usual shots were pitiful, and they would wriggle across the floor in an awkward manner.
The sound of fence shattering echoed through our court, everyone on my right side had ducked; the ball had shot off at an incredibly quick pace and right through the fence. Everyone laughed unsurely and said there was already a hole in the fence and that I was lucky to get it through there.

I’d managed to get myself excused from last lesson, said I needed the toilet badly even though I obviously didn’t. I’d managed to slip that stone from that morning into my pocket and was now sitting in the toilets throwing this stone up and down, examining it. The green glow seemed to be fading. I’d spent 2 minutes looking at it and was starting to walk back to English. I jogged down the stairs to north block and dropped the rock; I dove at the floor as the brown crust surrounding it smashed into several gritty pieces and what was left of it was a bright green crystal. I picked it up in my right hand, this time it felt a little like burning, so again I placed it in my jacket pocket and returned to my English class.

*curls up in a corner* I don't wanna be undead!

But in all seriousness, Very well done

Catz

And thus one finishes her work.
And here it is! Catz Tribute Piece

Confibbles Stas

Catz