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Ivilarasxx Eventhel

my N A M E is ;
xxxThel.
my N I C K N A M E S are ;
xxxNone.
my A G E is a number;
xxxApproximately 22 years of age, in Earth years.
and my B I R T H D A T E is ;
xxx6th month of the 4th moon.
my G E N D E R is obvious ;
xxxMale.
this is my H O M E ;
xxxA place far away in the stars.
I have my own S K I L L S you see ;
xxxThel can do several things humans have kept to science fiction. Objects can move without him physically touch them, and within the blink of an eye he can vanish from sight. He can also move through walls and stone, even steel. He can skillfully wield weapons considered to be archaic by most of Earth's standards.
my P E R S O N A L I T Y isn't all bad;
xxxThel's heart is tough with a warm interior. He prefers kindness over cruelty, yet keeps his distance from others. Generally, he will stay close enough to ensure their safety but far enough to ensure he doesn't get close. He's very curious about things he's never seen before, but reacts strongly to things he hates. Thel can be oddly content with simply sitting and staring out at the available scenery.
and my S T O R Y isn't too shabby either ;
xxxEventhel Ivilaras was born into a family of nobles as the youngest son. From birth, he was already engaged and his older brother was charged with taking care of him. Before he could even begin walking he was surrounded by teachers. Luxury with at his hip, yet he was still drilled to follow the path of a blade and to live up to his family and fiancées family's high expectations. Despite the pressure Eventhel didn't despise his life, rather, he enjoyed being able to bring honor to his family and receive their praises when he did well.

Life stayed this way until he was fourteen and met his fiancée Lady Ayeltra for the first time. She was beautiful, polite, warm and a skilled homemaker- a perfect wife. Yet when he set his eyes on her his heart fell into dread, for reasons he didn't know. He would learn the answer almost a year later, when an older nobleman of higher breed named Erile caught his eye. This was the first step of Eventhel's eventual downfall.

His shy, nervous glances did not go unnoticed by the other. Very soon they were in a game of pursuit, the nobleman chasing with a knowing smile and Eventhel darting into the hallway whenever he came near. His body and heart grew more wanting for the other man, and despite homosexuality being a high crime for their people, he fell into his desires and their love affair began behind closed doors.

It had been thrilling first, until the worry and guilt started to bite. Then his fiancées advances towards him grew more and more tiresome, until he finally told her to leave. The very evening Lady Ayeltra's family responded in outrage, his affair was discovered and dragged into light. The anger his family and his fiancées family had held was a mere candle flame compared to that boiling inferno. The pride that his family had had for him crumbled and burned to ash, his fiancée's family was furious and his fiancée heartbroken.

Eventhel and his lover Erile were put to trial together. Rather than sticking by his side, Erile claimed Eventhel had seduced him and forced him into their relationship. Being of a higher rank than Eventhel, the courts took Erile's word and pushed the majority of the punishment to Eventhel's shoulder. While Erile was left to be "re-educated", all of Eventhel's possessions were taken from him. Money, clothes, title and even his birth name. His family also turned him away, casting him out into the street.

With clothes given to him by a servant who took pity on him, Thel took to the streets in search of work, unwilling to become a criminal even though his powers would prove to be very useful. It took him weeks to find work due to the social stigma he carried. His first job was in the sewers, which are far more dangerous than the ones existing on Earth, since things large enough to take a bite out of a full grown man lived within its labyrinth of pipes. After a year he was hired as a miner, which was as dangerous- if not more so- than working in the sewers, but paid significantly better.

Even with the extra money, Thel has still been living in less than standards means. Every bit of extra money he's received has been put away, saved for the chance to buy an expensive ticket off his home planet and to another. His wish would come true... in a way. He's finally off his planet, but certainly not in the way he'd expected.

these are the things that I L O V E ;
xxx♥ Knowing what he's eating.
xxx♥ Feeling clean.
xxx♥ Having a person look at him without disgust.
xxx♥ Having money and good shelter.
xxx♥ Dancing.
these are the things that I H A T E ;
xxx✗ Homosexuality.
xxx✗ Poverty.
xxx✗ Being an outcast.
xxx✗ Anything that pollutes nature.
xxx✗ Things Thel believes to be unnatural.
oops, I F O R G OT about this ;
xxxForgot about what?
my M A S T E R is ;
xxxMythicalYoko

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Ivirilaras Eventhel

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Name: Sable Rylee Kane.
Age: Fifteen.
Year & House: Fifth year Slytherin.
Blood: Mudblood.
Shy:

Sometimes words are hard for this girl to find. When she wants to speak she tries not to mumble but if they do come out it can be a bit awkward. One would think that this girl's tough life in the muggle world would allow her to have a better grasp at her words. Students, however, can be very different from the adults that she's used to. And silence has almost always been her friend.

Yes, I Am A Girl:

While Sable might not be inclined to actually say this to someone (isn't it obvious already?) it is quite true. She's a girl who likes to be a girl. So while some girls hate the skirts and dump make-up down the toilet she's more inclined to take good care of her skirt and treasure what pretty things she gets. She did grow up as a street child so one would expect that she would have ended up as much more of a skirt-hater and a tomboy. Instead it was the opposite. She likes feeling pretty... what girl doesn't?

Slytherin:

After reading the above personality traits one might start to wonder why in the world this girl was placed into the Slytherin house. Reason? While she's not a snob she is still very much a Slytherin. Due to the fact that she was raised in a poor family in the streets of the muggle world Sable has learned how to lie when it's needed and a whole set of underhanded tactics to ensure her own safety. She also knows how to use what little she has to her advantage. She may not be the smartest out of a group but she knows how to deceive and trick people to get what she needs.

Skills: Care of magical creatures and defense against the dark arts.
Weakness: Flying and Potions.
Pet: A calico cat named Winter.
Other: N/A.

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Ian let an "ooo" as he listened to Manchi's reply, eyes wide. He rocked on his heels when Manchi mentioned failing in his duty to protect the people. "That's alright! You've got time to make up for it and like my brother says, at least Necromancers can help fix their wrongs by helping the dead, right? The living aren't what it's all about, we dead guys need help too." He made an exaggerated nod before his expression fell. "Oh. Well, I tried to pass on, but Allen was really sad, so." he shrugged. "Everyone was sad, but, not as much... I just didn't want to go away when he still needed me, so I stayed."

The corner of Yen's mouth stretched as she listened to Ian, her attention split between him and Kenrou. Kenrou reassured her he would be alright and she returned his answer with a nod. Before she could speak she jumped as Gabriel cut in. She turned to face him, looked him up and down and drew in a long breath before answering. "Ah. That so." The news was honestly disappointing, since there were a list of things she'd been looking forward to doing in Xiliang. Until now she'd forgotten about them, but it didn't stop whatever bit of excitement she'd had from deflating. "How short is short?"

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A description of me and my art: Call me what you wish. Most people call me Yoko when they first meet me but my friends call me Myth, Mira or Cryptic. I'm attending school right now.

All of my commissioned work will be done via a tablet. I used to use open Canvas version 1, but now I use SAI.

Here are some examples (click for full picture):

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Prices:

Lineart/No color:
13k for head
18k for bust
23k for waist
35k for fullbody, 40k if complicated

Color:
22k for head
28k bust
35k for waist
50k for fullbody
Couples: If you want me to draw couples, it will be double the price.

Rules:

I'll draw both avatar art and OC art. Just give me a worded description or a picture.
Get along. We're not all five. D:
I will do art for an item instead of gold.
Bumping and frolicing is welcome.
Disrespect me or anyone else in this thread and... well, you'll be ignored or reported on.
I won't draw pictures that go past PG-13. If something looks beyond my ability, I'll tell you.
I might ask for items to be taken off if it looks too crowded, but you won't know 'til y'show. :3
Please do post and chat away if you like~

Trades:
Please send the trade as soon as I accept your order.
I don't send the picture until the trade has been completed. This is to avoid having people cancel a trade on me after they get their art. For anyone who's suspicious about me not giving them their art after they've paid, don't worry, because if you scroll down you can see a full list of completed works. I might be a day late in sending the art in but as soon as the trade is finished and I'm online, I send it to my customer via PM.

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[b]Personality:[/b] Personality of who is in the picture. Telling me this helps me know how to draw the picture, as silly as it sounds.

Post it up on the thread. I prefer this to PM's because it's easier for me to find in the thread rather than hunt through my PM box.

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The guard's eye twitched as she refrained from rolling her eyes. "Of course you're not. Arrest him," she stepped back as the others swarmed him and placed him in heavy cuffs to make it harder for him to free his hands. "I'm sure you'll be able to find plenty of the company you want in jail, lot of lonely characters there," she added as they forcibly began to escort him in a group.

Yen was already sitting inside a windowless room when she sensed Kenrou's spirit enter the building. They moved him to another part of the building, to a cell with heavy bars where they did not remove his cuffs. 'Kenrou too? Why...' Yen closed her eyes and searched for a human shaped form of water. There was nothing- not in the building, at least, which meant Gabriel had not been arrested for a vague crime. Yen opened her eyes and gently thumped her foot against the wall. Metal bars she could have bent if she'd been desperate enough to get out, but wood was another thing. She could use her new glove and burn it down, certainly, but trying to escape and control a fire in a building filled with people was not one of the best ideas. There was always the option of sneaking out, as there were only two guards outside her door, but Yen doubted her ability to sneak away unnoticed. Her powers made her a wrecking ball, not a stealth machine like Gabriel. Not in a building filled with people in just about every hallway, at least.

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“So what you’re saying is that you think I’m incompetent.”
“No, no- my lady,” the grey skinned man sucked in and swallowed. “It is only a, a suggestion, from the others, they feel as though everything may go in a smoother direction if-“
“If they want it to go in another direction, then they should have taken up the slack themselves instead of dumping it on my lap. Please politely tell them, in the most politically safe way possible, to go ******** themselves. Or if you think the original would get the point across better, feel free to use that instead.” Zos waved her hand and the messenger retreated like a leaf blown by wind.
“Maybe if you gave them more control over the operation they would ease up,” her husband, Etasmi, spoke up over the rim of a thick book in his wiry fingers. Zos clicked her tongue and the chair squeaked in what sounded like surprise as she fell into it. She glanced down at the seat and lifted an eyebrow, as she was so petite that not much strained under her lack of weight. “Perhaps not?”
“Perhaps not, yes. I don’t know. Where are our boys?”
“Eventhel is at the seventh point ridge and Ashthelim is downstairs trying to put his toys back together.”
“A mechanic like his daddy.” Zos opened her eyes and stared at the chandelier before she slowly looked to Estami. “Dear. Who will be the head?”
He lifted his eyebrows and slowly lowered his book. Standing, he was two heads taller than she was, with broader shoulders and a softer face that caused as much calm as hers did chaos. Both of them were fair skinned- that is to say, in human terms they would be albino. Both had long, uncut white hair pulled back into braids with skin so pale they looked like the walking dead. The difference laid in their features, Zos’ being sharped and more defined while Estami had a sweeter, softer face. Her eyes were a deep green while his were a startling theatre blue. His lips turned into a chalk line as he sat beside her. “They’re only seven.”
“But Eventhel has shown stronger leadership, tact and he’ll be a soldier. Ashthelim is older and smart, but he doesn’t have the same initiative.”
“Dad wouldn’t like this.”
“Ah, because he cares about anything. We only have three years, someiberin, and then our twins will be full grown.” Zos brow pinched when he chuckled at her. “I don’t think Ashthelim wants to be the family head, Estami.”
“They could share it, like twins should.”
“They don’t share anything.”
“They share many things, Zos, you just don’t see it.” He sighed and lifted his book back up. “If you spared more time to stay home, I know the boys would appreciate it. Especially Ashthelim, he’s started to get the impression you don’t care for him since you take Eventhel everywhere.” He held up his pen before she could speak, its golden rims gleaming. “I know it’s not for fun but he doesn’t care about that. He wants his mother.”
“Don’t pick on me for not spending time with him, Dad. I don’t see you teaching Eventhel anything, other than how to be a homecare taker. He can fly with more grace and power than a bird. As strong as little Ayeldra is, I don’t see him being content to stay home. He will want to work on the field.”
“Neither of them will be. Just as well, maybe it won’t be necessary. Perhaps their ingenuity will be passed onto their children and they can have home at war. Either way, my time isn’t wasted. Maybe Ashthelim will decide to be even more like me and manage the house.”
“I would rather Ayeldra do that, but it might work, if he were willing.” Zos sighed and propped her feet up on a fat cushion. She leaned back and her eyes closed with the pace of a heavy gate. “To think we thought our little Eventhel would be the weakest.”

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Snukastyle: Fire Red, a heat that will scorch creation
Snukastyle: Burning gold, the critical point of everything
Snukastyle: and Maiden White, the soil that forbids the birth of life

Last name Todson - "Son of death"

"I can make you see the beauty of a new sun or I can be the source of your desperation." - SR-71

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The only thing I had left was my bit of pride. It wasn't much, it was barely there, like the fleeting heartbeat of my small golden friend. Still, it was all I had, pride. The thing which had carried me through, given me strength- it was not my weakness, it was my closest ally and only friend, my only friend now.

It was the last thing that kept me on the stand of my nobility and stooping down to become nothing more than something akin to filthied dirt. I would not be common dirt, oh, no, still not common. Since everything started for me I have always been bathed in being "exceptional" and now- ah, now, now...

I consciously let these words slip.

It would be almost like an experiment to see what might happen, if I let that final bit of pride slip. I'm actually surprised it didn't die along with those locks of hair that were ripped- rather, cut- from me. Whole feet, pieces of me from an entire lifetime, sliced and laid to reset before my lap like a dead, silent spirit. If I weren't so close to tears I think I would laugh at how easy it is to cut hair, my hair. I didn't fight them. How could I?

Lets get away from this subject, not to say that it isn't related. Pride. Hmm.

Pride.

This dirt road must have pride, except for its most recent traveler, me.

I suppose this is all I have left. Right, I've already said that. But it doesn't make it any less true, does it? I don't think so.

This pride- my only thing left- I don't deserve it. Do not... deserve. I can't concentrate anymore. I'm used to being this cold but somehow this doesn't feel right anymore, it's unfamiliar. Already I can feel myself starting to slip, change into something else; or maybe that's just what I'm afraid of. Being a noble is all I've known. To be the man of a thousand faces, millions, to be the face necessary for that moment, not for myself but for others, the people, my family, my friends, those who I have decided to call my friends. Even if they were false they were still true, in some way, because every face came from me, from the internal to the external, a shell I produced from the inside of my own mind. Which face shall I wear now? Will I have any faces left? Is it really necessary anymore, now that I have my hair cut like this? It's not like people will see anything else but.

Maybe I can't see anything but either, already. It's already unbearable to feel the bangs touch my face, so unfamiliar. I can't... I can't even think about this without...

This is why I can't think. Shouldn't think, not anymore; not for a while at least. Hmm, why did I sit here to do this in the first place...? Ah, that's right- pride, what did I want to do with my pride.

I wanted to break it. I want to break it.

It would be the worst form of punishment. That's exactly the point. But not the worst, no, no, not the worst, the worst is still living. That is my greatest punishment... the punishment I force on myself.

Pride. Not sure how I still have it, this tiny little bug, so ready to break. I sigh, I stand, I look down the road and wonder how many more pieces of myself I will lose with every step I take, with every mile proceeded down this path with no end, even though I know the destination will be dark, so very dark. This should be the last time I think like this, although I know it won't be. I'll have to keep my pride snug close to me, otherwise I think I might just give up and really kill myself. I'm not kidding when I say death is the only thought that makes me happy anymore.

Pride will leave me too, eventually. There's nothing else for it left to stand for, not here, not me.