I am, now, looking for art of my roleplay characters and OC's. There's little to no limits, other than no chibi/similar. You can draw 'em in whatever pose you wish, though be somewhat serious about it, or make it abide by the character's personality/appearance. Details can be provided further, if the below details on each character do not suffice.
Ziek Shrownamn:
He stood at six foot nine, taller than most men, with muscle mass that would be the envy of most, but nowhere near the level seen in bodybuilders. He had a tanned complexion, but not tan enough to be considered dark--A healthy balance between pale and tan, instead. Sapphire eyes gazed emotionlessly, apathetic to the world even as it burned around him. Obsidian tresses fell in a mess, spiking in random directions and falling halfway to his eyes. Upon his body was the armour of Equillibraea; Appearing as normal plate armour underneath the bladk hide that adorned it, but bearing several arcane abilities. The insignia of Equillibraea, a golden circle, was on the forearm and shin guards. Belted to his right side, in her crimson, rune-lined sheath, was Galtaea. Onyx-wire composed the hilt, white-hot metal molding into each segment. An emerald was set within the pommel, three claws holding it in place. The guard of the hand-and-a-half sword was a stanard cross guard, composed of the same material as the blade and hilt. Golden veins ran along the gemsteel blade of Galtaea, its luster sending prismatic flashes across the blade as light hit it. The metal appeared like crystal when unsheathed, luminescent with each stroke.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange eons even death may die.
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And with strange eons even death may die.
I'm so much cooler online.
I write. I roleplay. I'm pretty damn good at it. Send me some messages.
Links.