Dromui

Holy ****, getting dunked on over here.

Hey there! I've been looking for an artist to do some work for me, for awhile so uh yeah... I have no idea how to request, since you don't appear to have a format, so I'll simply just post some pictures and what I'd like done. Thanks for your time. The character's name is Skale by the way. For the pose, I'd simply like an upper body shot with Skale facing forwards, centered for the most part. I would like his scarf blowing to the right, his hair doing the same thing, just not as strong. I'd also like for the scar to be visible. His coat can also be blowing to the right, as I don't know why, but the idea of the wind affecting my character has always been in my mind for artwork for him. Color would also be appreciated, not sure if that's included or not. Front shot of skin: http://tinyurl.com/orrtncj Back shot of skin: http://tinyurl.com/nnaqw2d Here would be an example of the pose I'd like: http://tinyurl.com/ps7pgza Reference: http://gyazo.com/cf817010c2344fb82d3122dd65b20238 It would be an upper body piece. Some extra information on the character to help out... He's 5'10, has shoulder length platinum hair, and is a high elf. His build is an athletic one, but not overly bulky, more so on the wiry-muscle side. I'll PM you my Skype information, thanks for your time.

Mercy

Sup fam

Nope. The staff sees us as players that will keep coming back no matter what. Want to stick it to them? Stop logging on.

You little ****.

:'(

"I do not accept the idea of simply using Abraeke for his information." Skale looks back and forth between the group before his gaze stops on that of Mia. "You are correct. We should indeed take his aid in stopping those others of the dark, but to then turn on him, who has aided us? That is disgusting and dishonorable. He may be of the dark, but I will never agree with using another, living creature, even if he has done that to others. I've walked the path of darkness, I've used and hurt others...." He pauses, turning to Lyuin. "I will not do such a thing again Isaac, and just because your master, Ivanus states you must hold your tongue, does not mean you must act like his puppy. Speak your mind, we require your guidance. And you know full well I will fight and die for my ally, even if it's against my kin."

Oh no, what am I going to do about my eight alt accounts?

Skale looks between Ivanus and Lyuin with an arched brow. He knew the names of all the necromancers. Oh well.

Skale once more raises his brow at Abraeke's words. At first, the impure appears to be considering his next few words, but with the sudden tightening of his fists, it becomes clear that he is in a state of turmoil. With a heavy sigh, he slowly relaxes and keeps his eyes on that of the necromancer. "Though I have many questions and concerns, I'll remain silent for now. But know, whilst here, I'll do everything in my power to keep you from burning away into ash. If one were to look to Skale, it is clear he is hiding something, something rather important.

Considering you aren't on the Application Team, it would be hard to see the work their leader does. I'm a little skeptical as well, but give it a chance. You can always ask her what she does as well. The team will not hear our complaints, no matter how loud. So at least try and put them to rest, or go back to normal activities. Congrats Frott and Sky. To you as well, Readicti... I think that's how you spell it.

In silence Skale stood, staring towards Abraeke, his fingers twitching slightly every few seconds. The cleric takes a step forward but stops almost as suddenly, memories of the fateful day upon the Fringe racing violently through his mind, coming to a complete stop. Skale shakes his head, his messy, silver hair bouncing against his head as he once more steps forward, moving briskly towards Abraeke. His pale gaze moves to meet the eyes of the necromancer as he stops a few feet away. "Why do you come here? You wish to speak to a party that wishes to burn you from this plane? For what purpose? And you come for your own reason you say? Does this mean your leaders are unaware of this location and meeting? Or perhaps, the one accused of consorting with your ilk has notified you of our meeting?"

How do I become as cool as you, senpai?

Skale turns his attention to that of the man in the Itharel garb. He turns a brow skyward, tilting his head. "Hmmm.... This is rather confusing. He's clearly no Itharel, which makes me wonder.... Who is he? And why is he here?" ((Would uh... Skale recognize him? If this is the necro I know. Or would the robe hide him?))

Deal

Welcome

Hail Lord ski_king3 and another one of his brilliant ideas!

Or you can just redesign your character's skin every once in awhile, and you're a-ok,

Oren, dead? Never.

Skale once more winks in response before releasing a long, drawn out sigh. The sigh is then followed up by a yawn, which is then followed up by, that's right, a second sigh. He turns his attention away from Lyuin and then looks over to the others. One by one, Skale makes an attempt to meet the eyes of as many as possible. "So my name has been used a couple of times since I've arrived, which makes this a little easier, I suppose. I'm Skale, I've been serving Tahariae for a few years at this point. Not as much as the likes of Isaac or er... Hes... Hesha... Hesh, we'll go with Hesh." He pauses, scratching his head awkwardly. "But nonetheless, as I stated earlier, I've served him with my heart and soul since I joined some odd years ago." He turns and looks back to Lyuin, chuckling. "I originally joined this order due to my divine lover here.... if you know what I mean..." He turns away, shaking his head whilst laughing once more. "He found me when I was still slaughtering any who stepped in my path, blocking me from my eventual goal of power. Once he found me, he trained me and aided me in finding the light of Tahariae, to serve him and help others like I myself, was helped. But now, I usually can be seen sleeping somewhere around Cerulin, healing the random people that come to me for aid." With that, Skale steps back and gives a mock-bow.