Noir

Assuming yourself as a person who has a severe phobia and intolerance for betrayal, hurt and abandonment, would you rather be loved or feared? What do you look for in a good person? What do you look for in good writing? What's your greatest expectation?

Favourite anime? Favourite books/literary works? What keeps you going when you're upset? How many languages can you speak fluently?

1. Not exactly; it's as simple as playing a game or typing without watching the keys on your board, personally. It's natural for your sketches to start a little wonky in the beginning for you to get used to the feel of the tablet. 2. It certainly helps, yes, at the expense of being more costly. 3. Paint Tool SAI is optimal, though you'll probably have as much issues with the funding as Photoshop. I'm a personal Photoshop user since its set inside my laptop, but SAI usually gives more benefits. 4. If you're up for the funds and are dedicated enough to use it consistently, of course. A quality tablet is secondary to overall skill when it comes to producing quality art, but it helps.

Oh wow Rose you're back I missed you quite a bit How have you been holding up lately? What do you look for in a good story? Why are you such amazing person lel

What are your thoughts of the usage of archaism in writing? Does a certain degree of purple prose appall you? Favorite games?

Interesting design, it's improvement from before but you need to expand your exposure to art a bit faster. Attempt drawing the examples I gave you earlier at a steady pace of improvement and you'll do good.

RIP I can't read or am too distracted to Anyways proper submission:

And now, Sephtis' debut begins, and my return to RPing along with it. Sincerest apologies and do forgive me if I've done anything wrong, Stratos. I understand it's rather long and that my writing style is...heteroclite, at best I put it. I hope it works out though.

Septhis, wandering the Outskirts closing in on his Destination Why wasn’t there anything idiosyncratic? But only the dawn before had promised a change in the seemingly blessed, exquisite gift of snow, casting a view upon the barren lands as bright as the spotlights that once shone upon Sephtis. It was the sole change after a seemingly unmarked journey alone; recalling the words of various travellers, wandering aimlessly amidst the corrupted world, the quilt of vast white indicated a checkpoint to the destination he desired. That was the last time in his path that a genuine smile managed to coerce his zip-like mouth; the last time he was given a motivating cogitation. The days before he learnt of the news seemed to appease him more than the endless walking. Entertaining the thought of how many a day it had been since time froze for him, he traced back to the bitter, albeit exciting times of the past before. Precarious as it was, fending for himself against many a plague of Shadow Pokemon was an activity he yearned for amidst the nothingness of his current time. His flair for the dramatic, above all things, was greater than a Snorlax’s appetite for food. Alas – five days, if he could remember correctly -- there was no discord. The plague of shadows dissipated as he traversed into the new waters. A good sign for many, but Sephtis was not one to pass his days so mundanely. There had to be something, even if a little, that could provide him with just enough entertainment he needed for every day. And thus he waited, for something – anything different, even as miniscule as a Joltik -- to provide his days with disparity and dissonance. Yet many a night and day had breezed by in such a simple, repetitive way, and all of Sephtis’ plans seemed….uninspired. Only a dancing wisp, in which he formed in his hand as it engirdled him, accompanying him as he wandered towards his destination alone. Hope and anticipation for a difference in each day melted away as the seconds ticked to minutes, to hours, to many a day up until now, like a flame’s incandescence on a candle. The stagnancy of each day that passed excruciated him, always no different from the other; like a dancer in a music box, the days only consisted of monotonous walking with his flame dancing around him wherever his feet took him. The light of the bluish flare would cast a glimmer of blue upon the purity of the whitened stages he traversed, offering the warmth that the apricity of the sun’s rays refused to bestow upon him; whereas the night would accentuate the flame’s ghastly glow and provide him with the slightest vision he needed to move forward. Five days, five nights, it all had been the same. The same waltz of his wisp and the fixed, albeit steady tempo of his footsteps, stopping only to rest when they gave way or when the shrill of hunger and thirst hindered him. The sky was the only one that could grant his wishes for change, and even then, she had little to offer. Only his wisp and his mask stood by his side. He may not have moved, but his mind certainly swirled with each second. Whom better to appease him than himself? He was in the time before today the brightest star of his own theatre, as he luxuriated himself in the glory he once garnered before the disasters conflicted the world. He remembered himself pulling the strings as his puppets danced. He remembered garnering the simpers and screams of all who watched him perform. All who watched the Banette at the moment would find him drunken, delusional, mad, locked in a past of memories, perhaps in fear or rejection of the present even as he moved forward. Had the perilous journey confine him to appeasing himself in such a stupor? Did the journey make him madder that he already was? All artists are mad, he reminded himself, and that hadn’t changed a bit since his birth. He was an artist, one in search of his rightful place in history and the calamitous world set into place before him. The journey had did little to sway his ever elusive passions for the art. He wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t a spotlight worth fighting for, a stage foretokening the wonders that would satiate his fervency for the arts. I could dub it a lust, the words entered his mind. And pray the sole stage come before me in due time. Like a single star at nightfall, that purpose was his only content, his sole reassurance. He would find himself bombarded with questions that unconsciously popped into his mind as his journey grew closer to its end as his surroundings gave him increasingly obvious hints and clues: What a promise to my eyes will the stage give me as I debut? What but my shivers of the winter’s breeze provide me with – cold or excitement? As the ever-encroaching promise of his destination grew closer, his curiosity and muse inflated along with it. Long enough Sephtis had waited, and eventually, his prize stood before him. As the morning’s rays cast themselves upon the ground below them like the spotlights adorning every stage he performed in, an illecebrous view of beach and sand welcomed him, as further into the distance were gates and Pokemon gathered there. That alone provided him with the strength and motivation he needed, as his mouth moved, an anticipant, complacent smile painted on his face. The curtains had risen and an audience he could finally interact and entertain now presented itself before him. The notion enunciated itself in his mind then: I have arrived to my theatre.

Alright, let's see. As for the first sprite, give the hair some outline. It looks too clumped up and vague in a way that it's difficult to recognize the portions of it. You'd also want to incorporate shading into your work at some point, as it generally makes your work more fleshed out, nice, and gives them depth. If you want tips on that you could contact me via PM or Showdown and I'd be very much privileged to teach you a few basics. Mostly, just decide where your light source is coming from and shade the parts opposite that source for consistency. While I don't engage in spriting all that much anymore (though I have in the past) things like splicing and modification also should be picked up at some point. It's good that you're starting slowly so as to not make things confusing, nonetheless. Standard and geometrical shapes don't come across as an appealing start as they're just....well, basic shapes. I'd recommend you starting something with minimal detail, say something like smaller fruits or flowers. I personally did a lot of practice with these and generally draw them out pretty well -- again, I could provide examples if you'd prefer them. I hope my advice was helpful.

Sincerest apologies I convey to you for what bitter things have befallen you as of the current state of your life, but as many else have stated in this thread already, you have many a listening ear and place to talk to should you require them to cushion and share your woes with. Parental conflict is actually rather commonplace and I've been in things much more severe with my parents personally, so I can relate to how frustrating it is in the long run. We should probably converse more about it some time, of course with full respect to how comfortable you are in divulging it. Natheless a clear goal you seem to have in mind and having that goal as motivation and meaning is life shows you're still having a good portion of happy in you. It's a great thing to dream big, and I trust and hope everything will go well and end in a bed of roses in the long run.

Like I've probably prodded at you a while back on Showdown, I'm up for a shot at this, though I've only been in the First War, anyway. Stick with the consistency, I suppose; unless players are pooling in at a significant level for the next few days I'd probably think sticking with a lower player limit is the better way to go, and I'd very much prefer diversity and customization in Servants.

Huh, I actually still have it in me. Glad my imagination isn't dead yet, even if my character is basically a non-evil Jhin. I'm relieved it worked out in the end, and I'll make do with not disappointing when the real stuff debuts.

All I can say is I'll do my best to not disappoint, then. In any case, I've added my character's personal history, rusty as it may appear on paper. I hope it's alright. Repost for convenience:

My original inclinations leaned towards a more silent character (a personality I am personally most confident with its portrayal) but then I noticed ExLink's character and decided it would be a bit too similar, which is why I opted for this choice. If you're uncomfortable with such a personality at the end of the day and don't trust it to flow well enough, I'll see if I can whip up something else.

Intentionally, though honestly that wasn't what I hand in mind, in terms of the movesetted Charizard. Very well, then. *not-so-subtly cracks knuckles* T'would be my first attempt at a Pokemon RP, so here goes. The history isn't done yet since I have a rather long intent in mind for it, unless you'd prefer it rather short instead. Correct me on anything wrong, though.

Before I provide my OC, am I to assume that acquisition of say, moves through breeding, Heart Scale level one stuff of a certain degree have a degree of limitation in the beginning? I'm not entirely certain on that aspect.

It's honestly dependent on the overall approach one desires to take with characters when it comes to the timing of acquisition of signatures. My personal inclinations point to an "acquired early and developing" signature system as it accentuates both physical/mental and character development (working hard/dedication for the signature and all) in the writing, but given the fact that a later acquisition coincides with your originally devised plot, I guess that's fine too. I guess it's more of a "checkpoint/level" thing rather than something that steadily grows, which can flesh out the aforementioned aspects in some ways. On another note, since I've posted here, my need to improve/maintain my stagnant writing in this currently somewhat stagnant RP section has been itching me for some while now, so if the seeds of this RP are to bear fruit soon, I'd like a spot in.