Another day, another dollar Words to live by some say; others would sooner banish foolish little proverbs such as this out of their heads, than think about it. If you were to dwell on it, to mull it over, eventually wearing the phrase down, would anything come of it? If nobody else would, than neither would she. It had been a long day at the studio for Echo, her bare paws weary from all the more 'exotic' poses she had been doing. She lamented on the days of not-too-distant youth; when a light regime of stretching was all it took to ease her pains, sate her desires.
But, as always, she craved something more. Barry couldn't provide for he
Nigel Muldoon of Canterbury by OrdinaryKronos, literature
Literature
Nigel Muldoon of Canterbury
'I stand above the rabble in nearly every aspect of my life'
NAME: Nigel Muldoon of Canterbury
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 41
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 200 lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Sandy Blonde
SKIN: White
CREDITS: 1,000
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
Nigel is a well-built man for his age, having been very active in childhood, his are muscles well toned and his skin lacking any blemish at all. He has the face of an average human of English decent, with blazing blue eyes and short cut, well-coifed sandy blonde hair. Adorning his face, a thick, slightly curled moustache and a small soul patch combo that is neatly trimmed at all times. His
'Nice Ass hon.'
NAME: Predak (Preda) Jendowanian
FACTION: none
RANK: none
SPECIES: Rodian
AGE: 16
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 126 lbs
EYES: Black
HAIR: Red
SKIN: Baby barf green
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: His ear and tongue piercings and a tattoo of a rose in full bloom on his lower back.
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
APPEARANCE: Preda is of a very slim build, but he has a little bit more meat on him, giving him a healthier and muscular look as far as skinny Rodians go. His baby-vomit green skin is covered in the bumps and prickles typically found on the Rodian body, and all the odors that come with it. Though he tries
'Stupid is as stupid does.'
NAME: Daxter 'Dax' Nordan
FACTION: Independent
RANK: None
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 23
GENDER: male
HEIGHT: 5' 11"
WEIGHT: 120 lbs
EYES: hazel
HAIR: black, wavy hair, with an orange streak running down the left side.
SKIN: his arms and face have a light tan, but the rest of him is a fairer color.
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A surgery scar running down the middle of his back from having a cyst removed from between his vertebra, and three long slashes running from his left shoulder to his right pec.
DOMINATE HAND: Right.
FORCE SENSITIVE: nope
STRENGTH: Since he lacks physical strength, Dax puts h
Name: Ganrakan Deepplow
Nickname(s)/Title(s):The Hammer, Teddy, Gan
Species:Tauren
Age: 64 ((The equivalent of a younger human adult say, 30+))
Height: 8'0"
Weight: 420 lbs
Profession(s): Underground boxer, & Venture Company bruiser and laborer.
Alignment: Independent
Class:Warrior, Miner, Blacksmith(Apprentice).
Appearance:Standing at 8 feet even, and weighting in at a whopping 421 pounds, Gan towers over most of his coworkers at the Venture Company, and is quite the imposing figure at a glance. His youthful body ripples with fertile muscle, the epitome of a Tauren bull, and is, for the most part, healthy for his age. But after all
Name: Sensid-Kronos Alphanesia
Nickname(s): The Wolf
Age: 29 years old
Gender: male
Birthplace: in his father's house.
Height: 6"0'
Alignment : Independent
Extended Information
Appearance:
A slim built man, only 6"0' and weighting a light 134 pounds, he does not immediately strike one as threatening. That is, if you disregard his armor, weapons and the crest of a Knight hanging about his neck. A mop of dark brown, almost black wavy hair that falls upon his face in unkempt tendrils if left to its own devices sits upon his head, once his pride and joy. A bushy, ill-kept mustache bedecks his thin lips, along with a badly maintaine
Under the Indian Sun by OrdinaryKronos, literature
Literature
Under the Indian Sun
Who am I?
I am a Soldier.
I stand proud,
A symbol of my nations might,
I care not for those slumdogs plight,
Rifle in hand,
Chin held high,
I pass on a harsh glare to those who pass by,
Sweat beads on my neck,
Yet I remain still,
Calmly awaiting my Sergeants beck,
And this is what I have done,
Under this Indian sun,
Shouting,
A crash,
I turn to see,
A massive crowd of Indians beginning to flee,
I shoulder my rifle,
Daring a glance,
The report of my rifle echoes down the lane,
As my sergeant screams in vain,
A young boy collapses,
Dead on the floor,
I cycle my action,
Smoke escapes the bore,
The rest follow
Another day, another dollar Words to live by some say; others would sooner banish foolish little proverbs such as this out of their heads, than think about it. If you were to dwell on it, to mull it over, eventually wearing the phrase down, would anything come of it? If nobody else would, than neither would she. It had been a long day at the studio for Echo, her bare paws weary from all the more 'exotic' poses she had been doing. She lamented on the days of not-too-distant youth; when a light regime of stretching was all it took to ease her pains, sate her desires.
But, as always, she craved something more. Barry couldn't provide for he
Nigel Muldoon of Canterbury by OrdinaryKronos, literature
Literature
Nigel Muldoon of Canterbury
'I stand above the rabble in nearly every aspect of my life'
NAME: Nigel Muldoon of Canterbury
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 41
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 200 lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Sandy Blonde
SKIN: White
CREDITS: 1,000
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
Nigel is a well-built man for his age, having been very active in childhood, his are muscles well toned and his skin lacking any blemish at all. He has the face of an average human of English decent, with blazing blue eyes and short cut, well-coifed sandy blonde hair. Adorning his face, a thick, slightly curled moustache and a small soul patch combo that is neatly trimmed at all times. His
'Nice Ass hon.'
NAME: Predak (Preda) Jendowanian
FACTION: none
RANK: none
SPECIES: Rodian
AGE: 16
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 126 lbs
EYES: Black
HAIR: Red
SKIN: Baby barf green
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: His ear and tongue piercings and a tattoo of a rose in full bloom on his lower back.
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
APPEARANCE: Preda is of a very slim build, but he has a little bit more meat on him, giving him a healthier and muscular look as far as skinny Rodians go. His baby-vomit green skin is covered in the bumps and prickles typically found on the Rodian body, and all the odors that come with it. Though he tries
'Stupid is as stupid does.'
NAME: Daxter 'Dax' Nordan
FACTION: Independent
RANK: None
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 23
GENDER: male
HEIGHT: 5' 11"
WEIGHT: 120 lbs
EYES: hazel
HAIR: black, wavy hair, with an orange streak running down the left side.
SKIN: his arms and face have a light tan, but the rest of him is a fairer color.
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A surgery scar running down the middle of his back from having a cyst removed from between his vertebra, and three long slashes running from his left shoulder to his right pec.
DOMINATE HAND: Right.
FORCE SENSITIVE: nope
STRENGTH: Since he lacks physical strength, Dax puts h
Name: Ganrakan Deepplow
Nickname(s)/Title(s):The Hammer, Teddy, Gan
Species:Tauren
Age: 64 ((The equivalent of a younger human adult say, 30+))
Height: 8'0"
Weight: 420 lbs
Profession(s): Underground boxer, & Venture Company bruiser and laborer.
Alignment: Independent
Class:Warrior, Miner, Blacksmith(Apprentice).
Appearance:Standing at 8 feet even, and weighting in at a whopping 421 pounds, Gan towers over most of his coworkers at the Venture Company, and is quite the imposing figure at a glance. His youthful body ripples with fertile muscle, the epitome of a Tauren bull, and is, for the most part, healthy for his age. But after all
Name: Sensid-Kronos Alphanesia
Nickname(s): The Wolf
Age: 29 years old
Gender: male
Birthplace: in his father's house.
Height: 6"0'
Alignment : Independent
Extended Information
Appearance:
A slim built man, only 6"0' and weighting a light 134 pounds, he does not immediately strike one as threatening. That is, if you disregard his armor, weapons and the crest of a Knight hanging about his neck. A mop of dark brown, almost black wavy hair that falls upon his face in unkempt tendrils if left to its own devices sits upon his head, once his pride and joy. A bushy, ill-kept mustache bedecks his thin lips, along with a badly maintaine
Under the Indian Sun by OrdinaryKronos, literature
Literature
Under the Indian Sun
Who am I?
I am a Soldier.
I stand proud,
A symbol of my nations might,
I care not for those slumdogs plight,
Rifle in hand,
Chin held high,
I pass on a harsh glare to those who pass by,
Sweat beads on my neck,
Yet I remain still,
Calmly awaiting my Sergeants beck,
And this is what I have done,
Under this Indian sun,
Shouting,
A crash,
I turn to see,
A massive crowd of Indians beginning to flee,
I shoulder my rifle,
Daring a glance,
The report of my rifle echoes down the lane,
As my sergeant screams in vain,
A young boy collapses,
Dead on the floor,
I cycle my action,
Smoke escapes the bore,
The rest follow
Another day, another dollar Words to live by some say; others would sooner banish foolish little proverbs such as this out of their heads, than think about it. If you were to dwell on it, to mull it over, eventually wearing the phrase down, would anything come of it? If nobody else would, than neither would she. It had been a long day at the studio for Echo, her bare paws weary from all the more 'exotic' poses she had been doing. She lamented on the days of not-too-distant youth; when a light regime of stretching was all it took to ease her pains, sate her desires.
But, as always, she craved something more. Barry couldn't provide for he
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Ah…The nostalgia. It seems as though I cannot be kept away from this accursed page; fate once again manages to drag me back here for another sullen glance at my spotted and inconstant past. Oh my, I have written quite a bit in my days of youth, but it is as if the proverbial well of creativity has finally gone dry, and I find myself lacking the ability to knit words together into a coherent story that still maintains the interest of the prospective reader.
It is an overwhelming force pressing down upon me, like the weight of an automobile digging into my beslouch’d spine, the pressure is almost enough to bring a man to tears.
I'm back from a lengthy hiatus filled with life lessons, a journey that spanned the entire galaxy, and delusions of having aformentioned journey. But, behold, I have returned none the less. :D
Now, I won't be as active I once was guys; those that still have me added that is. I will just be using this old thing as a reference place for my character sheets, maybe even post a few of my papers here on Objectivism or something of the like. I'd better stop myself before I go into a long-winded journal filled with pointless bullshit about a life that nobody on the internet wants to hear about like a lot of people on Devi do, so.... Yup.
~ Kronos
Hellllllllowwwwwwwww people of DeviantArt! How is everything? pretty much the same as I was last here...But with a lot more dust than I remembered. *rimshot* But in all seriousness nothing has really seemed to transpired here and I am a little dissapointed to find out that it is just so...So boring here and on my page. DX lol I suppose its because I can't draw as well as some of the other people...Or in color. XD But I am going to be on a Fan Fiction Revitalization this School Year! If anybody wants to do a colab with me just ask and I can do most anything to help! XD The offer to draw any of my little weapons sketches still stands for those