Post by -- x panorama on Jun 23, 2007 9:07:28 GMT -5
Name: Lucifer
Slogan/Qoute/Poem: And so it begins...
Age: 3 - anything that looks youngish will do.
Breed/Creature/Human: Mustang (horse. Durr.)
Gender: Colt.
Short description of appearence: White coat, with any colour eyes. Not to hard
Short description of history and personality: Well, seeing as I am going to just let him develop, not really sure on these things so far. However, I am planning for him to become eveil - we're talking big time ebilness.
Fonts: Anything that looks nice really. Be creative, I trust you.
Brushes: Ditto.
Textures: Ditto.
Size of Picture: Anything you want. Not too small though.
Pictures: Love this type of thing; www.art.co.uk/asp/sp-asp/_/pd--10279653/sp--A/White_Horse.htm , but bigger.
Backgrounds: A sparse sort of grassland would be cool. Perhaps some wolves in the background ( see his sample post, taken from his history on his intro form on ROR, to explain ) Black and white would be good, too, or very muted sort of tones.
Anything else you would like: A moon in the sky, maybe a devil's tail coming out of the text would be cool, anything like that.
Where will this picture be used?: ROR, maybe RS.
Short post:
The rain was pounding on the ground, covering the sky with the darker hues of nightfall as it poured relentlessly down onto the colt that was struggling his way up the mountain-side.A small break in the coulds shed light on the plains below him, where a pack of wolves were getting ever closer, the last light bathing their stoney pelts in a blood red hue.As the leader of the pack crested the ridge, the ashen-canvessed colt slipped inside a crevice in the rocks. The wolves, in a fever of blood-lust, raced by, not noticing the small, exausted figure peering out from the alcove...
Three days later...
Finally, the rain had stopped, and a new land opened out before him. His coat steamed in the bright morning sun, taking his sins and woes up and away into the great expanse of blue sky which stretched from the horizon to the very edge of his sight. After three days and three nights of navigating the rough terrain that encircled this land, he had arrived at last, in that fabled land that they named Realm of Risk. He was home.
Sorry that some of it's a bit vague - just regard Lucifer as a sort of villan-in-the-making, he's not quite evil yet, but he's on the way there. thankies x]
P.S the wolves will have some more significance later on, so they are pretty important...
Slogan/Qoute/Poem: And so it begins...
Age: 3 - anything that looks youngish will do.
Breed/Creature/Human: Mustang (horse. Durr.)
Gender: Colt.
Short description of appearence: White coat, with any colour eyes. Not to hard
Short description of history and personality: Well, seeing as I am going to just let him develop, not really sure on these things so far. However, I am planning for him to become eveil - we're talking big time ebilness.
Fonts: Anything that looks nice really. Be creative, I trust you.
Brushes: Ditto.
Textures: Ditto.
Size of Picture: Anything you want. Not too small though.
Pictures: Love this type of thing; www.art.co.uk/asp/sp-asp/_/pd--10279653/sp--A/White_Horse.htm , but bigger.
Backgrounds: A sparse sort of grassland would be cool. Perhaps some wolves in the background ( see his sample post, taken from his history on his intro form on ROR, to explain ) Black and white would be good, too, or very muted sort of tones.
Anything else you would like: A moon in the sky, maybe a devil's tail coming out of the text would be cool, anything like that.
Where will this picture be used?: ROR, maybe RS.
Short post:
The rain was pounding on the ground, covering the sky with the darker hues of nightfall as it poured relentlessly down onto the colt that was struggling his way up the mountain-side.A small break in the coulds shed light on the plains below him, where a pack of wolves were getting ever closer, the last light bathing their stoney pelts in a blood red hue.As the leader of the pack crested the ridge, the ashen-canvessed colt slipped inside a crevice in the rocks. The wolves, in a fever of blood-lust, raced by, not noticing the small, exausted figure peering out from the alcove...
Three days later...
Finally, the rain had stopped, and a new land opened out before him. His coat steamed in the bright morning sun, taking his sins and woes up and away into the great expanse of blue sky which stretched from the horizon to the very edge of his sight. After three days and three nights of navigating the rough terrain that encircled this land, he had arrived at last, in that fabled land that they named Realm of Risk. He was home.
Sorry that some of it's a bit vague - just regard Lucifer as a sort of villan-in-the-making, he's not quite evil yet, but he's on the way there. thankies x]
P.S the wolves will have some more significance later on, so they are pretty important...