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(A tale, you say?)
Life and Death and the Girl with the Scarf
Rainy night gave way to moist morning, overpowered by the sun's sympathy for humanity, though the benevolent celestial body couldn't do much for the cold. A green-skinned man with vines for hair and azure sunglasses wandered out of an alley and in to the street, just in time to meet the last lingering light leaking lazily from a lamp-post, one which would soon bid the world good morning by submitting to an honorable extinguishment. Water dripped from his leafy hands and hair, his white shirt and black tie thoroughly saturated, thin lips epitomizing frownless features, and a look of finality hanging on the peculiar creature's face, though it wasn't quite a smile. He had found her.
The girl had been running. Machine-gun breaths seemed to get tangled about her tongue and lips as they frantically made their way in and out of her, blue eyes like narrow columns of light beaming beneath wet strands of hair colored like wrought-iron. Her whole body pulsated rhythmically, frosty clouds accumulating and dissipating in front of her in the morning air. Her red and white-striped scarf appeared to be floating; a perpetual icy breeze was trying to steal it from her, but one of her cold hands only pulled it closer, while the other gripped a very silver knife, the quivering blade held low, but in the green man's direction nonetheless.
He raised a verdant hand, which in turn raised a pistol.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, seeming genuine. "It's time."
The girl made no particularly drastic motion, though subtle glances were sent sprawling across the horizon and everywhere else, looking for something, anything. Her eyes widened gently and settled on a crack in the sidewalk. With a fluid grace that she had not expected of herself, she reached down and plucked a soft scarlet flower that had bravely been growing amongst the concrete, memories of the morning rain sent in all directions as she hastily pulled the viridian stem to her. This gave the thieving wind the opportunity to relieve her of her helpless scarf, and neither of them watched as it was carried away.
The green man lowered his eyebrows as the girl held her shivering blade to the flower's stem, right below the petals. Her breaths became longer, her gaze never leaving his.
"I'll do it," she growled, drawing the knife nearer to the innocent blossom, threatening to drag the edge across its long emerald neck.
For at least a moment, the world stood still. The green man gently lowered his leafy hand, taking with it the argent armament, and there were another few seconds of hesitation before the girl took a deep, sharp breath and then dashed off down the alley. She was already just a shadow in the his mind.
"I suppose... it wasn't time just yet."
(Life and Death
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The coloring is superamazing.
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That came out amazing!
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If you've got any room left, I'd like to submit Life and Death.
Close up.
Dramatic!
He's actually an AR / Dark Corruptor, but he looks cooler with pistols.
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Very cool.
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The color on Dragon's Fang is awesome.
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Amazingly cool style.
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This guy's art is spectacular.
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Reminds me of an avatar I've seen somewhere before...
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Adorable.
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I just wanted to say very intriguing writing there Rob!
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Thank you!
Drawing looks awesome so far... and awfully painful. -
Forgive me, I feel like I'm occupying far too much of this thread's space.
Still, I can't help but take this opportunity to post some writing, because I wanted to post it before but couldn't figure out where to do it. ^^;
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Life and Death and the Girl with the Scarf
Rainy night gave way to moist morning, overpowered by the sun's sympathy for humanity, though the benevolent celestial body couldn't do much for the cold. A green-skinned man with vines for hair and azure sunglasses wandered out of an alley and in to the street, just in time to meet the last lingering light leaking lazily from a lamp-post, one which would soon bid the world good morning by submitting to an honorable extinguishment. Water dripped from his leafy hands and hair, his white shirt and black tie thoroughly saturated, thin lips epitomizing frownless features, and a look of finality hanging on the peculiar creature's face, though it wasn't quite a smile. He had found her.
The girl had been running. Machine-gun breaths seemed to get tangled about her tongue and lips as they frantically made their way in and out of her, blue eyes like narrow columns of light beaming beneath wet strands of hair colored like wrought-iron. Her whole body pulsated rhythmically, frosty clouds accumulating and dissipating in front of her in the morning air. Her red and white-striped scarf appeared to be floating; a perpetual icy breeze was trying to steal it from her, but one of her cold hands only pulled it closer, while the other gripped a very silver knife, the quivering blade held low, but in the green man's direction nonetheless.
He raised a verdant hand, which in turn raised a pistol.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, seeming genuine. "It is your time."
The girl made no particularly drastic motion, though subtle glances were sent sprawling across the horizon and everywhere else, looking for something, anything. Her eyes widened gently and settled on a crack in the sidewalk. With a fluid grace that she had not expected of herself, she reached down and plucked a soft scarlet flower that had bravely been growing amongst the concrete, memories of the morning rain sent in all directions as she hastily pulled the viridian stem to her. This gave the thieving wind the opportunity to relieve her of her helpless scarf, and neither of them watched as it was carried away.
The green man lowered his eyebrows as the girl held her shivering blade to the flower's stem, right below the petals. Her breaths became longer, her gaze never leaving his.
"I'll do it," she growled, drawing the knife nearer to the innocent blossom, threatening to drag the edge across its long emerald neck.
For at least a moment, the world stood still. The green man gently lowered his leafy hand, taking with it the argent armament, and there were another few seconds of hesitation before the girl took a deep, sharp breath and then dashed off down the alley. She was already just a shadow in the his mind.
"I suppose... it wasn't time just yet."
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I love bios and fiction
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Fiction, huh?
I know I've already posted a tiny bio of my character, so... would it be too much if I posted a real short story? Maybe I could PM it...
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Everyone's gotta' lose sometimes... plus, it's kinda' fun to see your character bloody and battle-scarred... makes you even prouder when you see 'em get back up and keep fighting.
With that, this is Life and Death.
(He was originally going to be a minionless pistols-only mastermind, but it turned out to be a lousy idea with regards to gameplay, so he ended up as an AR / Dark Corruptor.)
He is a sort of modern-day grim reaper, and slightly paradoxical: life, green and vernal and growing; death, black as pitch and riddled with bullets. He is not particularly evil, he merely "knows" that some people must die and some must live (his actions generally benefit humanity as a whole, but as you can probably guess, most public defenders aren't too fond of him or his methods).
Thank you very much... this thread is awesome, and I very much look forward to seeing more stuff from ya', Scarf. ^^ -
CrimsonJimson is still the coolest guy ever.
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List is closed i'll be going over them tonight and will post the winners tommorrow evening after school and work.
Good Luck all , as for most of my judging duties I'll be using my friends kid brother who practiccly lives at my house to help in the judging duties
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I humbly submit Life and Death, AR / Dark Corruptor.
The battle is lost
but there's still a war ahead
it ain't over yet.
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AR/Dark Corruptor? That looks like a Thugs MM to me. :P
(I like it, btw. The suit give it a "Beast"esque feel to it.)
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Thank you.
He started out as a minionless Pistols / Dark MM, but unfortunately, it's reallyreally hard to make pistols good, so I remade him as a Corruptor.
Pistols look so COOL though, so I like to think that's what he uses instead. I've got a low-level version that I keep on another server who still uses 'em, and he's the guy I use if I ever wanna' take screenshots... or shoot stuff with handguns.
Here's a much more action-ous version of him by CrimsonJimson, but I didn't post it 'cuz it's a drawing and not a screenshot. ^^ -
I humbly submit Life and Death, AR / Dark Corruptor.
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Life and Death for RobtheSwordsman *** Completed ***
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This is SO cool.
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Awesome stuff, Zombie Wolf particularly.
Very cool.