REQUEST: DARK MACHINATIONS - 750k in funds for couple art!

DRAW THEM NOW! OR BURZ WOULD HUNT YOU DOWN IN YOUR SLEEP!

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[Burzurk]

UPDATE: 5 LUCKY LADIES HAVE BEEN CHOSEN! (Full details pg 138 )

Scroll down for their profiles and how to apply to draw them with Burzurk!

[Burzurk]

WHO ARE THE SUBJECTS?

Now that I've chosen the lucky winners, you get to choose between the following 5.

In alphabetical order;

• akanekun's Bellades Vextrix
  
• Jalil's Devaena
  
• Character Puppet's Lilly Marie
  
• Mors the Meticulous's Moira Ophelia Rose
  
• Oh Puppy's Terreai Hartzell

We're looking for quality artwork, and can afford to pay up to 150k per couple piece. Interested? Details on how to apply in the next post, and profiles of the characters below!

I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS THREAD IS ABOUT

Before I carry on, I shall explain how this thread will work. As mentioned above, Thorn is hosting his first ever art contest in March 08. I will be one of the 4 OCs featured, along with the aforementioned companions. As such, I'm looking for another female OC to be featured.

This is where YOU come in. I need you to apply with a female OC, and I'll decide on one lucky lady to be my companion for the contest. Basically, the companion would be a subject to be drawn in a group pic with me. I shall be paying for the prizes, so it's entirely free, but if you want to donate to the prize funds, by all means go ahead.

Lastly, to make this thread eligible for the RnC, once I've chosen the lucky lady, I'll be looking for artists to draw the both of us. How's that sound?

Good. Now let me tell you what sort of lady I'm looking for.

First of all, she doesn't need to be a lover. She could even be an arch-rival or a sparring partner, as long as we have fiery chemistry of sorts. Also, I am rather shallow, so she had better not be butt-ugly or painfully plain. You have been warned.

Still want to torment yourself and risk being ridiculed? Well then, details on how to apply in the next post.

[Burzurk]

APPLICATION FORM

To apply to draw a couple pic, just fill up this form and post it in the thread.

[b]Gaian Name:[/b]
[b]Which OC:[/b]
[b]Link to samples:[/b]
[b]What sort of piece you're offering:[/b]
[b]Price:[/b]

1) Your name so we can contact you. We will PM you if we approve your application.
2) Choose which of the 5 OCs you're planning to draw with Burzurk. Only choose one per app!
3) Link us to your samples, dA, photobucket, whatever.
4) Tell us what sort of piece you're planning to draw (eg coloured fullbody CG with background) and which pose/setting you're thinking of having them in (eg Burzurk and ___ in a lustful embrace)
5) How much you're asking for. Bear in mind that each OC has a total fund of 150k to spend.

Now, on to the profiles!

[Burzurk]

WHO IS BURZURK? (AKA BURZURK'S PROFILE)

I vaguely recall my origin; as a curse of sorts. My only purpose was to corrupt and warp. My host, a knight by the name of Thornshield. My essence, bonded with his primal urges and darkest desires, sought pleasure in carnage and mayhem. Till he ripped me out.

Purged from his body as a melding of magic and flesh, I bore his appearance, no longer a parasite, but a walking, living being. Whether I possess a soul is another matter, but I was now truly alive.

That was decades ago.

Who am I now? Well, you'd have to read through THIS for the answers.

Read it or I'll cut you up like this.

[Burzurk]

BELLADES VEXTRIX

akanekun

Profile:
Physical Appearance (reference pic 1 2)
Age: 21
Eyes: Amber/gold
Hair: Red
Height: 5'2
Weight: 110 lbs
Clothing: The white uniform of the Initiates with accents of gold and grey.

Social Status
Comes from a relatively wealthy family, is about three ranks away from being one of the leaders of the Initiate class (military-based class). Well respected by her peers and mentors alike. Her speech pattern and tone reflects this upbringing, so to some she sounds snooty and pampered.

Personality
Can be briefly summed up as sadistically sweet/innocent.

In greater depth, Bellades is highly ambitious, driven and determined to make her mark in the ranks of the Initiates. Somewhat power-hungry, very well-mannered due to her upbringing and takes a near-divine pleasure in making people squirm. Likes to keep people on their toes by being syrupy sweet one minute and then dishing out punishment the next - but always with a smile. Her clothes reflect her personality well; she's highly disciplined, holds back a lot but doesn't mind looking a little fluffy if it works to her advantage.

Tends to look stern otherwise due to her rank and the fact that she's disgustingly young for such standing. Relatively manipulative, as long as it only bends the rules and doesn't break them. Managed to avoid a lot of the physical training as a result of her abilities with politics and playing the game. Information and knowledge are the secondary elements that drive her next to power, especially as these add greatly to the amount of power she can eventually wield over others.

Does have some insecurities due to her young age and sheltered existence. The latter's disappearing very quickly thanks to her exposure to Burzurk though.

Abilities
She never took a liking to magic nor combat, so most of her battles are fought with wit and intelligence. Possesses a decent amount of charisma as well, but relies a lot less on this and more so on information manipulation. Very uncanny skill with politics, due to a strong sense of intuition and people-reading.

Despite coming from a pampered lifestyle, she's still willing to work hard and complains little. She's still young, so her reflexes are fairly fast. More often than not, she'll move out of the way rather than retaliating. Quick with snapping the whip when she's upset.

Brief History
Bellades decided to join the Initiates at an early age because both of her parents had served and retired, so she grew up with a lot of glory tales and ambitions geared toward becoming one of the leaders. Once joined, she rose quickly among the ranks due to family status and her ability with politics. While this would normally cause resentment and dissension among her elders, Bellades has a little something for everyone and on everyone, so people remain quiet or seek her out for information. She's not exactly liked or disliked, but she's the one person everyone's wary of and would prefer to remain on her good side.

Current Status
Traveling is a common lifestyle for an Initiate, so Bellades spends her time out in the field chasing Burzurk around.

Relationship: Since there are numerous records about Burzurk's misadventures available to the Initiates, Bellades has decided to personally investigate whether or not this particular ruffian is worth the trouble of being hunted. She's also fascinated by his determination to take care of matters in the most physical manner possible; to understand a creature that's her complete polar opposite is very much of interest to her. However, because she's always digging up information about him from other people as well, he often ends up moving on to other areas before she's completely wrapped up, so it's a bit of a chase for her too. She always manages to arrive 30 seconds too late after he's dealt with "situations", thus leaving her a bloody mess to sort out. He would probably be amused by the fact that she's tiny compared to him, and puts up with her constant intrusions because he finds her completely harmless (but pleasant to look at).

She finds him far too valuable a specimen (fascination creeps into obsession easily, after all) to be eliminated after a while, so she also spends a lot of time keeping other Initiates off his trail.

Ideas for a Couple/Group Pic: Facing off in a taunting manner; Bell leering at Burzurk by poking up his chin with her riding crop; Burzurk single-handedly picking her up by the back of her clothing while snorting at her; Bell cracking her whip over his back with no reaction from him since it's like a fly bothering a horse

[Burzurk]

DEVAENA

Jalil

Fiend in a Mortal's Guise

Intro
To understand Devaena one must first understand the 'loths. Yugoloths are the essence of Evil. That's right, not evil, Evil. They work to tip the multiverse ever so slowly towards the primal essence of Evil. However, the yugoloths are not agents of destruction and mayhem like the tanar'ri, nor are they the oppressive tyrants that the Baatezu are. 'Loths are dispassionate and emotionless, heartless to the very core of the word, but more insidiously so they are subtle, manipulative fiends who blend fact and fiction into one cohesive and mind-rending whole until one can't be sure what's the truth and what's the lie. There are some who say that the 'loths are true fiends, that the baatezu and the tanar'ri were created by these sadistic masterminds to pioneer Evil to the far reaches of the multiverse. There are also tales that the 'loths themselves instigated the Blood War that rages between the lawful baatezu and the chaotic tanar'ri. In fact many would say that if you look hard enough at anything you can find a 'loth pulling the strings. Whatever the truths and lies are, one thing is for sure. The 'loths are the master puppeteers of the fiends and when and wherever they -are- pulling the strings, it's not for anything good.

So now that one understands just what a loth is, let us focus on one in particular. Devaena has earned her own brand of growing infamy in the Gray Waste of Hades where she resides. Born on the riverbanks of the Styx in the gloom of Oinos, Devaena has fought, twisted, manipulated, and connived her way to where she is over the millenia or more of her existence evolving through multiple inferior forms until she finally earned her place as one of the elite nycaloths, a bestial gargoyle like creature with four arms and emerald scales. The tales of her triumphs are many - the mercenary band of the Forgotten, the well planned betrayals on Blood War battlefields, the manipulation of good to unwittingly do evil, and perhaps the only fiend who can claim to have successfully brokered a deal between the baatezu and the tanar'ri (which is likely to earn her another promotion in time) - the tales of her failures few. Of course, that's not to say she hasn't had failures, only that like any 'loth worth their bluster she has fought to overcome her failures and then taken great time and great pain to wash them from existence as thoroughly as she can. Through it all Devaena has evolved into a rather successful and cunning con-artist, something her mentors would be proud of if they felt such affections (instead you can be sure they are keeping a close eye on her in wait for the day she turns her trickery and lust for power against them). After all, when a body knows you're practically guaranteed to cheat them somehow and yet still comes looking for you? Well if you're a 'loth then that's when you know you're doing your job.

**Quick Note** Until I can get a colored version of Dev up, please take careful note of the colors for her skin, hair, and clothing! **

• Name: Devaena
  
• Age: Unknown, generally takes the appearance of a mature adult (mid thirties)
  
• Race: Nycaloth, though generally she takes the form of a stout human warrioress
  
• Gender: Female
  
• Eye color: Vibrant green, always with a gleam in them like she's up to something, though it's hard to say whether that's a good or bad thing
  
• Skin color: Olive, darkly tanned. Not so dark as to be brown or black, though
  
• Body build: At around 6'1" and 213 lbs, Devaena is by no means small and slender. Nor is she overly muscled, though. Her body build is strong and healthy, big-boned but she definitely takes care of herself. Think the strong, muscled build of an amazon or a female gladiator.
  
• Hair color/length/style: Pale hair of an emerald green so light it could be mistaken for white. Usually worn mostly pulled back into a twisted top-knot with a ponytail brushing her shoulders and wisps of bangs framing her face.
  
• Unusual Features: Devaena may be depicted with battle scars if the artist so desires. They are not necessary due to the fact that magical healing exists in the world and so at times Devaena actually has no scars. It usually doesn't last, though.
  
  
• Clothing/Armor: Hunter green tunic over a full blackened mithril chainmail with metal arm guards going from the elbow down and leg guards from just above the knee and down. The left arm guard ends in a talon tipped gauntlet, the right bears a locking mechanism built to give her an iron grip. The leg guards' metal casing extends down over her boots for added protection.
  
• Weapons:A greatsword usually carried on a scabbard over her back and a shortsword sheathed at her hip. The greatsword should -always- look fancy, powerful, and valuable. The short sword, by comparison, seems to be a plain, non-descript "last resort" weapon.
  
• Jewelry: May be added at artist's discretion, though nothing overly fancy. Dev is a warrior and most jewelry would get in the way.
  
  
• Character Personality: Deceptive and devious are the best words to describe Devaena. Everything about her is a manipulative lie, and who would expect anything less from a yugoloth, the demons who play both sides of the eternal Blood War of the Lower Planes. She loves to portray herself as arrogant and vain giving brief glimpses of intelligence through the warrior facade, though only a fool would take her as completely lacking intellegence to begin with.
  
  Often seeming overly prideful and certainly portraying herself as overconfident, Devaena finds this gives her the edge she needs for it causes others to misjudge and overlook the shrewd, calculating fiend behind the arrogance, passing her off as simply another person stuck on their self. Everything Dev does revolves around taking well-calculated risks for well-calculated rewards, and her whole being is so wrapped up in layers of lies that even she couldn't likely tell you what she's really like!
  
  
• Class: Fighter/Warrior
  
• Alignment: Neutral Evil
  
• References: For more references or info on Devaena see Dev's Full Profile in my character guild
  
• Other: This is the guise that Devaena is most often seen in while traveling the planes and especially in the Mortal Coil. For a description of Dev's true form see the link above.

Description:
There is an aire of confidence that proceeds the woman before you, perhaps even too much confidence some might say. Standing at a lofty 6'1" she's no wilting violet but is instead sturdy of frame with the hidden strength beneath her surface to give her a steely grip that might be slightly surprising. Her face is an olive shade, darkly tanned but not so dark as to be considered brown or black, and though her face bears the faint traces of the last vestiges of youth, she is clearly well into her adulthood probably just out of reach of her middling years at a guess. Her deep green eyes still bear a vibrant gleam, though it's hard to tell if that look in her eyes is good or bad at a simple glance, and are framed by mid-length wisps of pale hair that seem white at first glance, but has just a bare viridian hue in it. The rest of her hair is pulled up into a practical flipped top-knot with a ponytail drifting just low enough to brush her shoulders. She is clad in a top of finely crafted chainmail in a silvery green hue over which she wears a tunic of a much darker green that's almost black which laces up the back. Her hands are covered from the elbows down in heavy metal gauntlets of a gloomy gray shade chased about with mithril piping over a thin layer of padding that matches the chainmail, the fingers of the left handed gauntlet crafted to sharp talon-like points, the right sturdy enough to provide a vice-like grip. Her legs are much the same with a pair of simple black breeches providing padding for metal leg guards that follow the shape of the leg and then fasten over and around her boots for extra protection. Sheathed at a belt is a shortsword, but it seems plain enough compared to the well-crafted greatsword that rests upon her back, the pommel gleaming when the light catches it so and chased with lines of some green crystalline or metal down the hilt and over the scabbard, it's hard to tell which. The pommel lies within easy reach of her right hand, angled against her body beneath a green cloak whose clasp at her neck is two interlocking talons, and which appears to have lines running through it like veins.

Relationship:
Devaena has been traveling the mortal coil as well as the planes for quite a while now looking for opportunities to wedge herself in and achieve results which will further her status and power amongst the other 'loths. When she happened upon Burzurk in one of those travels she immediately saw potential in the fierce, bloodied dark warrior. She couldn't have asked for a more perfect opportunity if she tried. She could tell he was a creature born of hatred, corruption, and bloodlust, an amalgam of the darkest shadow's of a soul, and yet something seemed to have mellowed this warrior, despite his still fearsome outside appearance. If she could slowly and subtly tilt him back towards the darkness he was born from, she would have a fearsome ally indeed.

She put her plan into motion and under her human facade met Burzurk in battle and, once she had gotten to know the burly warrior, offered a challenge she was sure he couldn't refuse: to join her and fight by her side for the highest bidder in the eternal Blood War. If he would but accept Devaena would have her foothold to earn his trust and begin the task of shifting him back towards the corrupter he was meant to be...

To sum it up simply, Devaena isn't looking specifically to be a lover or the like but instead to garner a spot as a trusted comrade, a fellow warrior he could fight beside, in order to get herself in a position to where she can more easily manipulate him towards embracing the curse he is. Her goal is at its most basic to secure herself another powerful (not to mention immortal) ally, but also she senses the potential to spread a great deal of evil through Burz, starting perhaps with a certain beloved weapons-forging knight wink

Ideas for a Couple/Group Pic:
-Dev and Burz fighting, either each other (well she had to get his attention some how, and fighting him seemed the best way!) or fighting together against a foe or foes.
-Burz causing general carnage with Dev (perhaps in her true form?) looking on from the shadows overhead

[Burzurk]

LILLY MARIE

Character Puppet

Creation
Twer Espirity, a young and somewhat innocent girl leading a little less than innocent life, is a being of the ancient spiritual ones with powers she has yet to discover. Unfortunately, as it often is with great and unknown powers, she tends to make use of them unknowingly, and naturally that can cause quite the disaster.

It was sometime before her last death (the ancient spiritual ones are reborn every time they die, then spend most of their lives trying to remember their past ones) that things got a bit out of her and she wished a little too hard that she could go back to her innocent childlike days.

Her powers reacted to her wish, and extracted sides of her she herself didn't even know that she had, and created a new being. And thus, Lilly came into existence, though the knowledge of her existence has yet to reach Twer herself.

Description (personality, appearance)
Lilly Marie, a girl with the appearance and the mind of a ten-year-old is quite different from her origin, Twer. Though Twer keeps an open mind and accepts everyone for who they are, Lilly can be said to be even more open. She doesn't just accept you for who you are, she loves you. Every being in this world is just as important as the next one. Everyone is equal. And everyone makes perfect toys.

She's slightly mischievous, loving to play pranks on people and just generally annoy them with her unnatural good mood, and in her twisted view of things everyone in the world has been created to be her toys. She likes keeping secrets, just to bother people, though she's not really a cruel person. She's just a child, in every possible way.

She's short, as children usually are, and quite the lightweight with her thin body. Her skin is of a pale colour, though it gets a bit more tanned if she stays out in the sun, and a couple of freckles tend to show themselves when her skin gets tanned. Her hair, just like her origin, is of a pink colour, though Lilly's hair is a bit more on the purple side and is of a sharper colour. She usually keeps it tied up in a pair of pigtails, just to add to her innocent look. Her eyes, big and keen, has a clear, yet dark, blue colour to them and they tend to sparkle when she's really happy.

She's usually seen wearing a short blue dress made of denim with a red heart on its chest and a pinkish purple top underneath. She wears socks of the same matching pinkish purple colour and simple black shoes with a buckle.

Life experience
Lilly hasn't had much life experience just yet as it hasn't been long since she came into existence. But in the time that has passed she has travelled the worlds in search of something to do. She knows nothing of the meaning behind her life, and she only wishes to have fun and be the child that she is.

A part of her, still feeling its connection to her origin, seeks a protector or a guardian to be by her side and give her the company she yearns for. This has led to her seeking out different kinds of people and staying close to them for a small period of time to see if they are suited to stay with her forever. In lack of better words, you could say that she's seeking an older sibling or a parent.

It is because of this quest of hers that she has come to the world where she comes across a man named Burzurk, and she immediately takes a liking to him. Though her powers are still small, she does have her origins ability to look into people's eyes and see their pasts, and so she saw how Burzurk came into existence and the life he has led up until then. He wasn't just an equal. He was just like her. Created from someone else, with no real meaning behind this existence than that of being someones "duplicate". Determined that it was fate who brought the two of them together, she starts following him around wherever he goes, and refusing to leave his side no matter how many times he tries to chase him off. In her mind, the two of them belong together.

Details and abilities
Lilly's race is unknown as she does not share the same traits of the ancient spiritual race her origin is of. She looks and acts as a human being, but it is quite clear that she's far from one.

Besides her ability to see people's past in their eyes, an ability she shares with her origin, she also have a strange skill for an unusual type of teleportation that she herself beliefs to be a wishing power. To quote her own words about it:

"You know, I just need to wish to go somewhere. For example, if I want to pick flowers. Oh, I really like flowers. You'd think my favourite flower is the lily, because of my name, but it's not. I don't know what my favourite is. But, anyway! If I want to pick some, I just need to think of a place with lots of flowers. I can even think specifically on one type of flower! And then, poof! I am there! Just by wishing!"

A more decent explanation would be that she teleports to the nearest place that's the most like what she's imagining. This skill can also be used to teleport things to her, though she has no idea what she's actually doing. She just believes that she can wish for things and then her wish creates them, but the truth is that whatever she wishes for is teleported from another place. For instance, if she wishes for an ice cream, then the nearest person with an ice cream will have to buy him/herself a new one, if you catch my drift. Whatever she wish for is teleported from some other place, and it most likely belongs to someone else.

Her teleportation skills, however, are limited. She can teleport herself to any location, but if she is to teleport anyone with her it will drain her and she might just miss her target or even lose the person she's teleporting with her. Also, there is a weight and size limit to what she can teleport to herself by "wishing" for it. She can mostly just wish for smaller things she herself can carry as her teleportation abilities are entirely based on her own strength.

References
(I actually have no pictures of her at all, but I've tried doing a simple drawing of her just to show her appearance and my amazing artistical skills. [note the heavy sarcasm on the end of that sentence! XD])

http://img144.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img072jk6.jpg

Relationship: She's following him around wherever he goes, seeing him as a guardian of some sorts, even though he doesn't really want her there.
Ideas for a Couple/Group Pic: Her following him, for the most part, though I'd love to see a picture of her sitting on his shoulder with a big smile on her face. Or perhaps her chasing a butterfly while he's resting by a tree. Or her dragging him off somewhere to show him something she found with a slightly annoyed look on his face. There are tons of ideas, that's for sure. >______<

[Burzurk]

MOIRA OPHELIA ROSE

Mors the Meticulous

Appearance:
(Waking form)
Moira stands at roughly five feet tall and is definitely on the petite side. She is smaller-chested, round-hipped, and slightly awkward as far as body-language (at times possessing a child-like grace). Her hair has the feathery-grown-out-of-an-actual-style look to it and falls around her face in layers, the longest part going down to about four inches or so past the nape of her neck. It's a pale golden-brown, very soft. Her eyes are rather large, a kind of deep-water blue, her skin is pale. For some reason, she looks very natural in cold settings-- the heart of winter, for instance. The 'frosted' look brings out the pink in her skin and makes her eyes shin.She typically wears large sweaters and thick skirts with soft boots for added warmth, and always-- a pair of gloves. But when she sleeps (and somewhere in the back of her mind even while she's up and about)...

Ophelia is the same height as Moira, with more grace (not necessarily a feminine grace, though). Her skin is the same colour (sans the pink tinge), her body the same size. However, her eyes are slate-grey and and when she walks the world, they are heavier-lidded than her counterpart. Her hair is also longer, falling to her waist in waves, but the golden tint is gone.Her lips are bloodless and she wears very heavy eye-makeup. Ophelia almost always dresses in white (and less often in red or black), and usually she seems to be smiling sadly. Her left hand looks as though it has been burnt black.

Personality: Although called by different names, Moira and Ophelia are essentially the same being. For that reason, they have the same basic personality. Thus, I shall use 'she' in this part. She is a rather curious being, almost intensely hungry for knowledge. And she is stubborn nearly to a fault, the words 'I was wrong' never coming from her mouth. She is, however, very empathic. She understands (or strives to) the human condition and tries hard to ease the suffering of others.

History: Now this is where it becomes difficult... and where the difference between Moira and Ophelia comes into play.
She was born as a normal child, if somewhat quiet and very curious as to how things worked. Around the age of three, however, her parents became worried. Moira would often wake in the night and talk about strange dreams (usually of older people) and a tall, shadowy man who guided her through the nightscape. He spoke to her of duties and rules and whatnot and would sometimes even look in on her when she was awake and take her out of herself for more teaching.

This continued until she was about eight, when it all went away for about five years.

At age thirteen, the shadow man came again. This was to be her last lesson. He took her into the dream once more and forced her hand into a blue fire until it was charred, but still somehow it moved and felt like a normal one. "This hand," he told her. "This is the one you'll use. Do you understand?" She nodded and he was gone.
And thus began the separation of Moira and Ophelia.

Strangely, one would think that Moira is the one that always exists, the true one of the two. However, Ophelia is always present (although the two are only 'complete' in the dream and in odd moments), going about the job that she was given all those years ago.

The Job: So, what is this odd job of hers? Well, Moira was born under just the right conditions (and perfect timing) to become the next Death. That's right. She's (essentialy) the Grim Reaper, sans the scythe and dark clothes and doom and gloom. Because of this, she knows of every death that has taken place in the last (since she is now twenty) seven years. When she finds an older soul (one of those with which she is familiar, who acted as a guide when she was younger), Ophelia is able to go into the realms of the dead and actually speak with the mysterious dead-- though this rarely happens.

Now, I know what you're thinking. "No one can be at every death that takes place." But the thing is, Ophelia is a metaphysical being, whereas Moira is the physical one. Ophelia has the ability to be in several places at once because she is truly nowhere.

Relationship: It was as Ophelia that she first became aware of him, speaking with the dead Rena. She was fascinated by the story of the knight-possessed and the taming of his blood-lust through the love of a woman. It was like something out of a fairy-tail or a Shakespearian tragedy and for far too long, she sat with the woman whose neck bled out ghost blood and when the deceased had nothing more to tell, she began to seek other dead who knew of him.
The curiousity grew into obsession and eventually Ophelia began seeking him in the physical world. Moira sought him out, hoping that meeting him would allay her fascination or... something. Anything.
(Yeah, she may be insane... I think, though, that she sees him as a kindred to her, something stuck between life and death and whatever else and that she longs for companionship.)

Ideas for a Couple/Group Pic: Maybe something her seeking him in either the physical or metaphysical world? Her behind him, watching. Or perhaps the two of them standing half in one form (him as Thornshield and Burzurk and her as Moira and Ophelia)... yeah...

[Burzurk]

TERREAI HARTZELL

Oh Puppy

Profile: An Earth witch, in tune with the worlds movements and its life, strength and awesome powers of destruction. Terreai is almost as much one with the Earth as a tree is the soil. A touch of her bare skin to the ground, a rock or a tree can tell her things most wouldn't believe. Years of extensive training and respecting her Mother Earth has blessed her with these abilities. Living with a family of women on a remote island, given the teachings of their Goddess. Terreai is a Priestess so to speak. Most would call her a witch. She has been taught how to give life to plants and small animals, how to heal with herbs and water, and how to calm a soul. Although all these things would normally contribute to a sweet, quiet being, Terreai is anything but quiet.

This young woman is a sly, enthusiastic and an opinionated loud-mouth. It would seem she has the mind of a male; constant thoughts of sex, food and booze. Nothing that goes against her teachings though. Terreai is often in bars and pubs, drinking and carrying on with friends and strangers. Dancing to music, singing and having a merry old time. Such an oddness surrounds this perky, twenty-two year-old making most avoid her. Terreai likes riddles, word problems and challenges of wits. Games her father used to play with her before she was taken to the island where she spent the majority of her life.

A family which she left at the age of four. She could barely remember playing such games with her parents. Only letters sent from them onto the island let her remember. She had an older sister who died recently after she left her island. Her mother stayed on their island to raise more young women and Terreai left to learn about the world they lived on. Simply worshipping it without truly knowing it was a silly idea to her.

And thus she set out. Well aware that there were many people in their world that didn't believe in her ideas. They knew where she was from due to the green of her eyes which one could only acquire from a temple on that island. Lots of people have tried to kill her in the following years after she departure. Staying in one place was never a thing she liked to do.

Terreai seems to be the Earth incarnate into a single female. Her skin is a soft fallow color and her wild dreadlocks match her skin with a darker color of raw umber. Both eyes gleam gorgeously with their kelly green shine, lined with long, bold eyelashes and thin eyebrows. Her body is small, standing at 5'2" and weighting in at 119 pounds. Her breasts are a small and cute modern day A-cup. Terreai has several tattoos, all of which are either hidden or covered by her clothing. Clothing which varies in color and material. Laces and leather of brown, green and silver mostly. As for weapons she is trained well in the art of Earth Aura's. Along with that, she is an excellent with poles and spears.
Relationship: Though I have no written idea how the two would've met and even decided to stay around one another, I do have an idea of how I'd like them to treat each other. A lot like... drinking buddies. Maybe very good friends. With the occasional sexual reference or two. Terreai is too sexual to keep her hands off people she likes. So I've decided to write out little... thinger. xD READY? GO.


The night was a cold and dark one as the evening guard roamed the streets for wrong doers and the odd thief. Outside the bar stood an old man held up by the weak looking cane under his arm. At his feet was a bowl with several shimmering coins in it and around his head was a ribbon. The withering blind man called out for money and donations to the poor and many people passed him without a glance. As a woman entered the bar the warm air blew out and onto the mans thin body, giving him an envious look. As if he'd give anything in the world to be able to go into such a place and live as they others were. But fate was a cruel mistress and she tended to hurt those with good intentions and hard lives. So outside he remained in the cold, as snow began to drift from the Prussian blue sky spotted with its many mystical stars. The giant mahogany doors shut with a loud crash.

The bar smelled of mead, beers and smoke. Along with many kinds of wood, a fire and a musty smell of which one could not determine it's origin. Many people, both large and small, stood or sat around the bar, at tables or on the floor in a drunken mumbling stupor. Two people stood out the most at the bar... mainly because the two were singing at the top of their lungs. One voice was incredibly deep, shaking the tiny frame of the other leaning against him. Her voice was much higher and there mixed laughs and chuckles with her lyrics. In front of the two sat four or five empty pints of Lord knows what. The smell wafting about them was of scotch whiskey. Pints of whiskey, eh? It was easy to tell that three of those were easily the large red-headed man to the left. The two others(one pint still unfinished) were the lady's. Their words were both loud and slurred although there were no words to the song. Even if there were, these two obviously didn't know them.

"Ayyy, B'zerk!" the small female called, her deep brown dreadlocks swaying to her silly movements, "Why... Why're we 'ere? Hahaaaa." her voice trailed as she sipped on her drink and giggled in between.

The green-eyed girls head flopped onto the males large arm his body only moving slightly due to her weight but, even drunk, he had more than enough strength to hold up her tiny, light body. The music began to slow and changed into a song with drums, woodwinds and the odd accordion. His face was flushed red, matching his hair and strikingly crimson eyes. The booze was seeming to get to him as he slurred, "Iiiiayyy? What?" They both began to laugh as the two had both forgotten why they were drinking. Soon enough, the music was back to it's cheery, dancing tunes and the pair sang the night away. Needless to say, they were not so friendly the morning after...

Ideas for a Couple/Group Pic: Hm! Perhaps the two sitting on the ground, leaning against one another, their weapons either stabbed into the ground behind them or not there at all. Both have bottles either next to them or in their hands and their faces are red with drunkenness! Terreai would probably be laughing at Burzurk as he was pointing at something while shouting drunkenly, with a gangsterish sneer/expression. She would either be bent over in laughter with her hand on his shoulder or with an arm wrapped around his.

[Burzurk]

LIST OF APPLICANTS

1. animegirlsp's Stef/Aya
2. Moonlight Dragoon's Lilium Samieha Corsettte
3. Pirate Pandora's Elvira
4. Jaden Memories's Larraine Angela De'Selene
5. Character Puppet's Lilly Marie
6. frejya_aiyahh's Gale Recul Thedas
7. Kryren
8. Mors the Meticulous's Moira Ophelia Rose
9. Tentachu Onis's Cofnite
10. [ Sushi ]'s June Callister
11. frejya_aiyahh'sKia Kagon Rucifull
12. Imas Torage's Joanna Melody Winslow
13. Crimson_Rose01's Cecilia Reficul
14. cold aqua tomato's Aria
15. Uchiha_Ariana's Ariana
16. wxgirl's Carmen DeMarco
17. Character Puppet's Victoria Eleanor Dorthea (Xiah)
18. Lady_Death21's Nyx
19. Zaleha's Kaena
20. Jalil's Devaena
21. akanekun's Bellades Vextrix
22. Shoki Donai's Kumori
23. Oh Puppy's Terreai Hartzell
24. Captain Mak's Maxine Adilia Key
25. Zienkyer's Torza Eark'xian
26. ~so what if im emo~'s Mimiko
27. Paine Ryushiga's Kinra Itsuna
28. Lunakiri's Keori, Kalin, Rowena & Nakia
29. Lucifer Cross's Cross
30. Idle-Hatter's Kotake Leirune
31. x- Cass -x's Eire Donovan
32. ..E.r.o.t.i.c..'s Lexica Hart
33. wonderfinch's Jesabelle Pierrot

RESULTS - PG 138

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The thread is open. Bring on my harem! twisted

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I'm sure yours can't compete with mine mrgreen

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We shall see dear Thorn, we shall see.

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Indeed we shall.