Note the Tombstone and Formal Wear is due to my work.
World of Warcraft: PC
Elder Scrolls 5- Skyrim: PC
Terraria: PC
Soul Calibur 4: PS3
Bioshock: PC
Okami: Wii
Retro Games: Various Consoles. Currently: Terranigma- SNES
(This list would otherwise be waaaaay too long)
Dead Space: PC
Dead Space 2: PC
Soul Calibur 5: PS3
Poke'mon Black: DS
Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword: Wii
A Dark Demoness,
Thirsting for more Souls,
To Feed Her Hunger
Jesper Slade, or "Claptrap"
Hollowheart
Kasuga
Panzar
Nonaga
Malphas
Black: I have always been in the darkness, since I was a child I have had a fondness for death and the understanding of. This applies to me even now, I am an occult/macabre artist and my future field of work will be in Mortuary. Black is also the color of mystery, no one can really read me. It is also a color associated with protection, my friends and loved ones will always be protected by me in body and spirit.
Red: A fiery nature and burning passion for my art, hobbies, work, and knowledge. Red also symbolizes love, as I have infinite love for my family, friends, and even pets. They mean everything to me and that is something I would never throw away. Red is also power, even though I have been through good and bad I have also persevered through thick and thin. It is also Luck, I have thought myself to be a lucky person, even though I have problems, I know I am living a better life that many would love to have.
Blue: Blue represents sadness, but it can also represent the opposite of happiness and optimism. I do have my bouts of Depression as I am diagnosed with it, I have had many sad moments in my life and now that I am going into a field that is filled with sorrow, I feel it a bigger part of me then ever before. I can also be a very happy and optimistic person on the flip side, looking towards the future and trying not to bring myself too much. "Live for the future, but learn from the past" ~ Ayreon
Grey: I see myself as shades of gray, I have learned that life isn't black and white but shades of gray as well. The darkest shades represent the worst times, and the brighter shades show the brighter sides. Neither one is purely good, or bad. I myself am gray, I am usually one to see both sides of an argument.
Well it seems like I rule the world now, don't get me wrong I knew this would happen someday. Just... didn't expect it to happen so soon, but oh well, my best friend rules my home world so I can keep this one. Now just what to do... ahah! Make it a land of the things I love.. gambling and science! There will be tons of casinos and rich science facilities to figure out the answers to life itself!
I would be free to gamble wherever I wish and could blow as much money as I wish, of course I seldom lose in games of chance and luck -winks- Not to mention how many ladies will be on my arms because of my power and oh so loveable charm~
Mom's Birthday Cheesecake. I choose the chocolate one for myself~
Desert Nagi
Lewis and Clark Caverns
Yellowstone River
Because I couldn't pick just one x.x; These are pics I snapped myself, and yes the cave is actually purple because of the lights reflecting off the natural minerals.
Bloody Nightmare Kirund
Blood is just to show the general coloring and how it got its name. Purely for artistic reasons~
Blutlied had been a loyal Kirund pup to a Countess who was obsessed with power and beauty, and was her treasured pet who got everything in the world handed to her. She was fed the finest cuts of meat, dripping blood to satiate a normal Kirunds hunger. She was proud of her master and protected her with her life, even up to when her master was facing early signs of dementia and became a tyrant to her people. She watched behind the scenes as the woman she loved sunk deeper and deeper into madness, she would make radical laws and force more and more people in her service to be nothing more then underpaid slaves.
Then came a time when the Countess made her vast and elaborate torture rooms, and where she went, Blutlied was there with her witnessing the many horrible things she would do to others. She would be there for her master to "clean up" the mess filling her appetite for blood. That was something both of them agreed on... a love and lust for blood. In her later years of life, Blutlied was a fierce protector who would kill anyone at the snap of a finger from her master. They even bonded over when blood was spilt. Soon, everyone in town feared the duo and even gathered up town meetings for a way to solve their 'problem'.
It would happen sooner then they hoped.
It was known as one of the most gruesome acts of revenge, and it happened at the hands of the Countess' once beloved servants. Late in the night the slaves would hold their own secret meetings through sign language, as to not catch the interest of the Lady's Hound. This night however; was when their plans would come to fruition.
The slaves knew Blutlied well, and she never bothered to harm them before. Knowing that the hound would do anything for a bloody meal, they tricked her with a freshly killed sheep from the neighboring farm and locked her in a room as she fed. Once they saw their chance, the group of slaves stormed into the Countess' chambers wielding an array of tools such as knifes, pitchforks, axes, and hammers. They swarmed her attacking and maiming her face first so that she was beautiful no more. Her cries carried out through the halls of the mansion alerting Blutlied.
Blutlied had been ramming her head against the door again and again, trying her damnedest to escape. She had finally busted through and tore down the halls and upstairs to the Lady's Quarters. There she saw the flayed body of her master, lifeless on her own bed in a sea of blood, her limbs either ripped off or torn open. Her once beautiful face was now unidentifiable. The slaves turned towards the Hound who was still shocked, they ceased ripping the entrails from the woman and froze knowing their revenge was cast, but their death was imminent.
Without further question Blutlied attacked each slave, ripping out their throats and disemboweled each and every one of them, painting the room in not only her Master's blood, but the blood of her servants as well. When all was done, Blutlied sat quietly in the crimson painted room. She laid upon her Master's body, and wouldn't leave her side until she was later discovered.
Some say the mansion was cursed that day, and that the hound still roams the halls, a once noble and loyal Kirund had now turned into a shadow of its former self. Indeed, her body had been twisted, and her coat was forever stained with blood. No one could even enter the room where the murder took place, and that the skeletons still remain locked in the same room together for eternity.
To this day, those who have met with Blutlied personally have been met with a ferocious hound with burning rage for anyone who intrudes on her late Countess' property. She would always be loyal to the one she loved...
When she is outside the mansion, they see her as a sorrowful soul, blaming herself for not being able to save her master. Others say she lacks positive emotions, only feeling blood crazed hate. Even some say, she would never know what it feels like to be loved again, or that maybe someone should just take the time to listen to her and show her compassion they thought lost to her.
I should name you "Blutlied", it means Blood song. I think it fits a Kirund well, don't you think? It's so sad that someone would just abandon a puppy like you on the side of some dirty train tracks."
"I was an orphan just like you, left to rot in an orphanage waiting for someone to take me in and show me love... all I got was an abusive step-father. I promise I won't let the same happen to you.
"I will always love you, my Blood Song...."
Those words of her beloved resonated in her head over and over again. She was like a mother to her, and took her in when no one else would. Who could love a rotting mutt?... She did. Who could feel compassion and care for her as if she were her own child? ----------- Blutlied howled up at the solemn skies, if she could cry... if she could still feel happiness...
She turned back and looked at the Mansion she felt bound to protect, a place where wonderful and horrible memories intermixed with one another until she couldn't decipher which ones she remembered the best. Was either party right to do what they did? Should her Master have treated her servants and the townsfolk so poorly? .... Were the people right to have their revenge?
No! If only they understood her! If only they took the time to sit with her Lady and ask her what is wrong, if she needed help, if she was okay... couldn't they see that she was slipping from reality? Were they too ignorant to believe even someone in power could still be affected by the illness of the mind!?
"Cass...an...dra" the words slowly poured from her mouth. Why couldn't she speak when she needed to? Why is it that when she was a corrupted shell of her former self was she able to speak the human tongue!? What the hell is life even for! Blutlied threw her head back in another bone chilling howl that was followed by a symphony of crows cawing with her.
She stared at the sky again... I will always be with you, even if I am not here physically... the mansion is cursed... no one will enter mother. I must go... I must find a reason to press on. I don't know if I am able to be around normal people, if I can keep my aggressiveness to a minimum; I know you want me to move on... I will try mother... for you."
Now go to sleep, count Yingshee and Albie
You'll be safe to drift to a land of dreams,
No Nyghtmares, and safe with a Lushbi,
Evelon will greet you to a new day,
When the Roosken calls at daybreak,
When the Corbine caws when it's night,
You will be here safe and sound.
(Would be sung to a child obviously ^^)
Magistry of the Clouds
I had to outline it a little, but the clouds here haven't been the best lol.
((Oh gods, this is going to be gruesome if Grelle is involved x_x so major violence warning?))
Grelle smiled with pointed teeth, at the now cornered woman who stood before him, the same woman who tormented him, shared the name of his sweet Madame, and the one who took one of his children. She almost looked pathetic cornered against the tree her chest heaving with every labored breath. Now it was his time for revenge.
Angelina kept her aggressive composure towards the red Reaper who stood before her, he too was battered and bloodied. She could feel her blood pumping and her heart pounding against her chest as he drew nearer that devilish smirk plastered on his face. She was at a loss for words, she had never been cornered before.
"Any last words, wench?" he growled fixing his cold mossy green eyes at hers. Angelina spat and reached out with her dagger and struck his face, drawing a diagnal cut across his cheek which now oozed blood. Grelle smacked her back against the tree. "You have some nerve damaging my face..." Grelle wiped the blood from his face only to be spat at by the woman.
"Bastard..." before Angelina could react the whirl of saw blades ripped through the silent clearing as Grelle drew his Death Scythe. He grabbed Angelina by the shoulder with one hand and in a quick motion drove the chainsaw's blades through her torso hearing the sound of flesh being flayed and sinew tearing as he pushed the blade further into the writhing woman at his mercy.
Angelina tried crying out but was only choked by her own blood, feeling it come up her throat and nose. She couldn't do anything more then make a gurgling noise and nearly blacking out from the pain. She vomited up the blood and felt more pool from the back of her nose only to have it spurt out from her coughing and fighting for air.
Grelle ripped the chainsaw upwards cutting through her shoulder before driving it back into her lower extremeties. With one last withdraw of the scythe Angelina fell limp to the ground, much of her body being nearly severed. Grelle spat at her lifeless body and whipped his scythe in the air to shake loose some of the torn flesh that clung onto the blades. "This will take some time to clean up... tsk. Now I shall have the pleasure in reaping her soul."
Image It's a Roosken!
Dear Bastian,
I bet you can guess who this is from hmmm? Oh now don't be so quick to crumple up this letter after I have put so much effort into writing such a sweet note for my Romeo~ I know people may find our relationship to be unnatural, I mean a Demon and Reaper and all but that doesn't stop me from loving my sweet Bassy now does it~
You are so perfect, your brilliant ruby eyes, perfectly groomed raven black hair that I beg to run my hands through, your lithe but strong body that I dream to be held by once more. You make me feel a way that no other can. In fact, I love you! Oh but you knew this, but you deserve to hear it again. I love you~ and I also miss you. I hate being so far away doing my job and not being at your side. Wait for me my darling Demon.
Love Always, Your Juliet,
Grelle
Okapi Marking
These Lucain are seldom seen but when they are they are noted for their strange pattern of stripes on their body. They are solitary, usually wanting to keep to themselves. Some say this species of Lucain have blue tongues.
Tribal Marking
Lucain with the Tribal marking are very spiritual, staying very close to traditions and beliefs they may carry. They are also adept at hunting, and even dancing. Tribal Lucain are also storytellers, passing on tales from one generation to another, and are also very wise. Rumors have it that they are also associated with Voodoo.
Gambler Marking
Lucain with the Gambler marking are obvious tricksters, swindlers, and hardcore gamblers. They believe in luck and like the Spade mini-mark, are prone to dangerous risks. When confronted by one, it is best to turn and leave so you don't get caught up in their ways of trickery.
Masquarade Mini-Mark
A marking that is a socialite status, as well as a partier. Lucain with the Masquerade mini-mark are the life of the party with a wave of mystery to them. They are prone to keeping the person behind the mask a secret and often engage in questionable activities.
Victorian Vine Mini-Mark
High class and seen as being rich as well as cultured, the Lucain with the Victorian Vine marking can often be stereotyped. Their personalities vary and not all of them are as high class as they seem to be known for. Although most seem to be aristocratic.
Music Scroll Mini-Mark
Classy and well known for their knack for playing musical instruments. These Lucain have a sense of of artistic air to them, and enjoy sharing their talents with others. Easy going and relaxed are words often associated with them.
Dieter Neumann I know I said I was working on Einsor art but.. that is taking quite awhile to finish XD (being re-done)
She promised she would never return here, but here she was, in front of the one who banished her to the Human Realm. Alyssia growled at the Arch Angel who stoof before her, a smug grin plastered on her delicate ivory complextion. "Why have you come back here Alyssia? I thought you knew that your kind isn't allowed here where Angels roam."
Alyssia bit back her tears feeling her throat choke up, "I am still an Angel! I will forever be so! Why have you abandoned me? Forgotten..." she looked away feeling tears well up and slide down her cheeks, "My own sister!" she didn't want to look at her... her sister still held her original elegant white wings while she was cursed with the azure wings of a monster. She didn't want to admit it... that she wasn't of her own kind anymore.
"Alyssia... do you not know what you are? Why I told the council to banish you?...." the woman closed the distance between them, "You are a Fallen Angel now... ever since you fell in love with a demon your fate had been sealed. You are the one who betrayed us..."
"No! I won't beleive it!" Alyssia ran at her sister only to pass right through her. She fell to her knees, staring blankly at the ground. Was she really forsaken? She closed her eyes recalling peaceful memories of when she was still with her own kind.
When Alyssia opened her eyes, she was back in her own prison. An empty room with a demonic seal underneath her. It had all been some crazy hallucination of memories long gone.... she truely was Fallen.
Azazel Cosplay
I couldn't be too complex with him >_>; Victorian fashions, but that is a real shark tooth necklace also... my phone sux at taking pics =S
[quoteGrinbones doesn't feel like eating the fly.[/quote]
I will take this Skull for my collection... Nice tombstones you got there...
Using Midnight in her Human Form
Math Tiems. Talk about a brain massage!
