EXAMPLES
Poem Example(s);;
"Joey"
There was this boy I once had met,
I believe his name was Joey
He had these ideas in his head,
Of paranoia and greed.
He had no friends.
He had no loves.
His life really was a rotten mess?
This boy, his name was Joey.
I do not know what made him this way.
Perhaps a bad past, perhaps a bad day?
I really don't know much to say,
To say about this boy named Joey.
I tried to make friends,
But in the end,
All he wanted was money!
I said no.
He screamed and moaned,
And that was the end of me
And Joey.
Character Example(s);;
Name;; Fargo Sanchez
Gender;; Male
Age;; 4
Personality;; Fargo is a very sweet guy. He loves to make people smile, and hates to see anyone sad. He can often be seen in places such as hospitals cheering up the little kids who are very ill. He loves to give gifts and is not afraid to be extravagant when he does give gifts. Fargo, despite his sweet disposition can get angry. Very angry. Usually, he only blows up when people hurt other people but he can also get mad if you call him names, or anything.
Fargo has a very dry sense of humor. Sometimes it takes awhile for people to realize he's joking, since he almost always has a straight face(unless he's around children.) Even with all his jokes though, there are times when he can become very melancholy. During the winter and the fall, two seasons he extremely dislikes, is a time when you can find Fargo the most depressed. He usually pulls out of his melancholy as soon as spring rolls around though...
Description;; Fargo's coat(hair?) is a very beautiful dark turquoise color. Fargo's eyes are both black holes which one would think would look unsettling but somehow Fargo makes them look charming. Fargo's hair style is very scene. It's black and usually spiked up. His bangs almost cover his eyes but not quite. He has purple streaks and usually has a paint covered bandana tied in his hair. On the tip of his ears, paws, and tail he has white colored fur. Fargo stands at an average height for a male, and has a normal looking body.
Designed For? If you use him anywhere be sure to give me credit and give me a link, ;)
{Not ALL character forms will look like this! I usually design the form around what the character is like, so if you order it may not be exactly like these forms. :)}
Posting Format Example(s);;
Fargo Sanchez
"Fumbling his confidence
And wond’ring why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he’s meant for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly."
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"HE SPEAKS."
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"We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside."
"Meant to Live" by Switchfoot.
Posting Format Code;; (Note: I will ALWAYS give the code to you if you ask for a posting format, :))
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[size=85][center][color=#000080]"Fumbling his confidence
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[center][color=#000080][size=85]"We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
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Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside."
"Meant to Live" by Switchfoot.[/size][/color][/center]
Short Story Examples;;
{The characters in this story belong to Sharubii and Sharubii alone! I just own the plot, :3}
[size=85]The building was run-down and ugly. It looked like an old factory that had been made for the most boring thing ever manufactured. Now it was broken and only living until someone remembered this destitute place and demolished it. The area around this building was not much better. Everything was dreary and gray and even the weather seemed to mimic the atmosphere. It was bitterly cold outside and the bare branches of the few trees of the neighborhood just added to the feeling of gloom and doom.
Inside the factory was much the same as the outside. Many rooms all branched out from a central hallway. The factory seemed quite intimidating and large from the outside but once inside a feeling of claustrophobia would rise. Whatever they had made in this factory it was a wonder that anyone had deigned to work in such a place. Cracks in the concrete of the walls, ceiling, and floor made one wary where they stepped.
At the end of this very long, dank, dreary hallway stood a door. It was a door like any other plain metal with cracks all around the edges just like the others. However, there was something different. Everywhere else in this damned place there was a silence so thick it felt like a person could wade through it. From this door, however, came the sound of soft voices.
"If I could, I would eat you," said a very deep, yet feminine voice. The creature that spoke these words was a huge dragon, one that looked like it came quite out of the fairy tales. She looked angry. Angry enough to set everything on fire, yet she didn't. She was crammed into a tiny cage locked with quite an over kill of locks in various sizes, shapes, and colors. Her huge wings were tied to her back tightly which yet again seemed a bit dramatic. Then again, taking a look at the large beast one could see why they might want to be cautious.
Another voice spoke, answering the dragon, "Cyric, I would enjoy to see you try."
The voice spoke with much heartfelt amusement. This voice came from a cage across the room. He was another creature right out of the fantasy books. He was a unicorn. Even though, he seemed fairly young his eyes radiated something that only someone of great age could accomplish. He pawed his hooves at the ground, the white feathering around his ankles gently falling over his hooves. His long off-white mane swayed back and forth and the beard on his chin moved as his mouth did. It might take someone observing a bit of time to realize that the old unicorn was laughing. Cyric, however took no time to react to the unicorn. She started snarling and tearing at the cage in a terrible display. Anyone in their right mind would have been terrified, but Tantalis, the unicorn, merely kept on with his merry laughter.
As the two simmered down, Cyric sulkily started to speak, "Silence, you stupid beast. I know I can't but I would still enjoy it terribly."
Tantalis retorted, "Why don't you focus your energy on tearing the humans who entrapped us apart? I know that's a great hobby for you."
"Oh yes," said Cyric as she shook her long scaly green neck in delight, "that used to be my favorite activity when I was younger. Until those blasted humans finally caught me!"
"Well, if you hadn't stolen the princess maybe you would still be out there pillaging to your heart's content!"
"I know she was not even tasty. She died of fright while I carried her to my cave and was far too tough for my liking by the time I prepared her. I prefer my meat to be tender," snarled Cyric. She was far too caught up in remembering her past to see the mischievous twinkle in Tantalis' eyes.
"Oh, so you frightened her to death did you? Why haven't you used this frightening power on our captors?" He said in the most serious voice he could muster. Cyric looked up at the old unicorn with confusion.
"What do you mean, Tantalis? Power?"
"Your power."
"Power??"
"Yes."
"Blast you, you foul reeking beast! Tell me what I bloody want to know!" yelled Cyric in yet another burst of terrible anger. Moments passed by in silence as the dragon waited for the unicorns reply. Cyric tapped her claws in impatience on the ground as she waited for his reply. Tantalis seemed a bit distracted and just as Cyric was about to unleash another torrent of abusive words he spoke,
"What were we talking about again?"
The reaction was instantaneous. Cyric roared and it seemed as if the very rafters seemed to shake and moan. She tore at her cage, blew small puffs of fire, and roared some more. Her tormentor was once again unmoved by this display and merely acted confused. Finally, he shook his head in a way that would remind a human of snapping their fingers in a remembered thought.
"Oh, yes your power! What I mean is that the dragons of old were known to be able to produce a noise so frightening that others would die merely from the sound of it! Yes, that's it..."
"What's it?" said Cyric with barely contained curiousity. Her long green tail swished back in forth on the ground in an almost cat like way.
Tantalis looked back down from the new cracks he saw in the ceiling(no doubt from the beating Cyric had given it), and spoke again, "Oh nothing, nothing. Anyhow, how would you like to learn this power of yours?"
Cyric eyed the unicorn warily, but couldn't help the curiosity that kept building inside her. After all, curiosity killed the dragon.
"Go on, flower," she used her demeaning pet name for Tantalis in hope that she could gain back some control of the situation.
"Well, go ahead and give me a sound similar to what a duck would make."
Cyric gave the unicorn a look that in modern language would be translated, "you've GOT to be kidding me." The unicorn merely said, "Oh, and a little tid bit, this noise is terrifying enough to frighten a unicorn."
Cyric made a noise like "ppffttt, then why would you tell me about it?"
Tantalis prissily snorted and tossed his head in the air, "Why because I know you could never accomplish such a thing, dear Cyric," and so the challenge was set before her. Looking about to make sure no one was looking Cyric made a faint sound.
"That wouldn't kill someone who was already dead! Try harder, m'dear."
If dragons could blush Cyric would be red from head to toe. She made the same noise a bit louder. It was almost reminiscent of a cat mewing.
"That's it, that's it. A bit louder, and stand back on your toes and squat. And maybe lace your head underneath your right leg no no no your right! Louder now, louder!" Tantalis yelled to her. By this time, Cyric was trumpeting like a dying geese and was in quite an unflattering position. She looked like a very green, very large pretzel.
"This is starting to get ridiculous, Tantalis," she mumbled as she tried to catch her breath.
"No, no your doing fine. Maybe you just need some motivation," and almost as if on cue the sound of armor clinking together made it's way into the room. Humans started to enter and Tantalis yelled to the dragon, "Now, Cyric before they muzzle you!"
Without thinking the dragon started to trumpet once again over and over as loud as she could and squirmed around until she was facing the contingent of knights. This went on for several moments until finally she ran out of breath. Silence, once again buried the room as the humans stared in shock at Cyric. Then almost as if they were one person they fell to the ground. Cyric yelled out, "I did it! I did it!"
It was not to be though for a weird sound like choking was heard from the floor. The knights were...laughing. Tantalis started to laugh to and spoke to Cyric, "Well, you didn't frighten them to death but you sure gave all of us a good laugh!"
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