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 Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 3:01 am
Eumorpha Amythyst Kimball Who I am in my Steamy mind (which so far doesn't really exist physically) is an "aethereal menagerie specimen collector and biologist" flying about in a modified balloon collecting and studying the diverse creatures of the earth... eek Eumorpha questing across the world via modified hot air balloon for rare species. GET OUT OF MY HEAD! gonk Buahahahaha!! That is but one of my many evil WIZARD powers!! For my next trick, I'm going to turn your brain into liquid pudding. Hope you like chocolate. =D I do. I DO like chocolate. Mmmm... Chocolate Pudding sounds SO good right now. Actually, a little TOO good, I should probably check my sugars (I am diabetic). But then, as it is 4 am, I should also put my silly self to BED.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2009 10:22 am
I only have one Steampunk-ish style that I wear in real life, as such. However, I will confess that I occasionally endeavor to dress as close as possible to the typical Edwardian gentlemen's style - my wardrobe is slowly filling up with trousers, various varieties of waistcoats and the finest shirts I can buy with my limited funds. I recently managed to get my hands on a vintage morning coat that is... Ah, just slightly too big for me, but very nice indeed. A pair of shoes in the suitable style, too. (It should be acknowleged as a universal truth, I think, that trying to buy ladies shoes that look like gentleman's footwear is usually quite the nightmare. I feel quite lucky to have found them.)
Not very Steampunk, but somewhat Edwardian, hmhm. Save for the fact that, well, any self-respecting lady would not have been caught dead dressing in such a masculine manner. sweatdrop
The Steampunk ensemble that I should have described is close-enough to that of a member of an adventuring airship's crew, or a female aviator.
I was fortunate enough to, not that long ago, finally run into someone who had enough of a grasp on what I was aiming for in my appearance to make a comparison to Amilia Earhart. Which was gratifying, although it didn't quite capture what it looked like!
Long-winded blathering about clothes and reality aside...
A dashing explorer aviatrix or a young woman disguising herself to learn a new, but still male-dominated, scientific discpline.
That would be it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 2:09 pm
My general dress style is more generally refined and anachronistic, a mish-mash of bygone times rather than pure steampunk, with a love for fancy coats and unnecessary buttons and floofy ties and topped off with the occasional fedora, accessorised with multiple rings, and jewelry made from dissecting watches and old cameras.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 3:37 pm
See signature.
No... that's too easy...
A true, if slightly insane, flamboyantly loquacious dandy (who may or may not be on opium) who was born a hundred years too late and therefore amuses himself by dressing in skirts and corsets clothing considered most outdated (e.g. waistcoats, top hats, button holes, smoking jackets, cravates, etc.), creating the most surreal and bizarre tales of fantastic machinery of bronze and steam, has absolutely no skill whatsoever in engineering, still for some reason holds to the rules of chivalry, is at the same time narcisstic, outlandish and neurotic, without fear of reprisal wanders this world being eccentric and reading books outdated by the Bible, while being utterly obsessed with them and their writers, and would dearly enjoy some local, authentic British tea, with 2 sugars and milk please, if possible.
And that is one sentence. And it isn't long enough to describe my style, as my style is not in English. It's in Hopelandic.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 12:34 pm
There are two different men in this world, those who die by force and those who do it, I fall in the latter.
Kicking a**.
Killing men.
Getting paid.
Pleasing the women.
So many assholes, so few bullets.
That is the work of a legionnaire.
I like copper and warm tones, though at the current moment I don't have a costume (trying to get a job for this reason.). But what I am extremely crazy about is pocket watches, top hats, and dusters.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 1:46 pm
If anything to describe my persona in the Steampunk Universe, I am a "street merchant" of sorts that sell exotic trinkets, devices (manufactured by our society), and other curious things (which I have gotten all of them on a "five-fingered discount" pirate ninja )As for these clothes...well, let's just say I had friends in very high places lending me a helping hand wink *Looking back at the unconcious citizens he mugged* ^_Q
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:00 pm
I'm actually a lolita, with aristocratic and steampunk leanings.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 3:02 pm
Everyday me: Kinda modern vampire looking.
Every OTHER day: The mad sky pirate.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 8:16 am
Unless dealing with a more formal situation, I am hard pressed to be seen without my goggles. They aren't directly steampunk goggles, as the rims are black, as are the straps, and the lenses are orange- but orange is my favorite color, and personally, I would rig an ensemble focused around oranes and blacks if I could- but orange vests are too directly prom-ish to get past my mom with. (I need an orange shirt!)
But on the days when I really want to dress up, I do- black courdoroy pants, a tux shirt- sometimes with the frill-ish things, sometimes just a plain button up shirt, always with one of my 18 vests (that I aquired all around last christmas =D) and my pocketwatch that my ex gave me for said christmas- it holds a picture opposite the clockface, and on the front is engraved,"To The Moon." I have let it tarnish some, mostly obscuring the words, and I have removed the picture of us- but I love that watch dearly.
I usually wear combat boots with said attire, as the black boots are the closest I have to anything REMOTELY victorian, even though the swamp-mashers are no where close. It is better than black reboks, and I am sure the common consensus remains along those lines.
Then, I top it off with my hat- either my fedora, or my plaid cabby.
But even when NOT in said style, my persona reflects that of someone who no longer could exist in the internet age- A gentleman, proper and dashing, careful what words are uttered, as likely to go to fists due to another cursing around a lady as anything else, a warm, lopsided smile that is easily conjured, and yeah, a slight flirtatious streak... Okay, well, the flirtatious streak is not so much so. But you get the point. I cannot shut a door on someone! I am plagued by that!
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 10:56 pm
I look like I just stepped out of the time machine from the 1820's...
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