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 Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 11:46 am
I'm going to be putting together a thread here to show off my concept.
Plans:
1) Pictures! I want to draw some pictures of the two to show more about them, and how TOTALLY COOL my concept is.
2) I will put up a general concept of personalities and patterns of interaction, but will avoid a lot of detail. The reason is that I don't know what they will go through, so how would I know now how they will react?
3) I want to snag the form from the contest thing that happened to give some structure, but will be adding my own stuff into it where I see fit.
4) My main plan is to show you all just how awesome my concept is, and make you all want them to be a part of the shop.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 11:47 am
Basics ~Feedee Name: ??? Gender: female Short description: She is a thinker and loves puzzles for the mind. She is, however, plenty fit. She is of moderate build with brown hair down her back. She exudes a relaxed self-control and confidence. She is a detective sort who will let little get between her and whatever it is she seeks. ~Daemon Name: Dreadful Gender: male A very large black hound with a few places that glow with blue flames that give no heat. He looks terrifying. The truth is that he is quite lovable and spoiled rotten by his girl. There are plenty of ways to make him irritated, upset or eventually angry, but only two ways to make him loose his temper. One is to anger his girl, the other is hurting, or trying to hurt, her. Normally though, the worse things to watch out for are his tongue, tail and glowing drool. Somehow she almost never has the glowing substance on her no matter how much she hugs him or he licks her. Book: "The Hound of the Baskervilles" Other stuff: The hound can't stand the sound and smell of guns, but she is fascinated with them. To work around this she tries to figure out how to make a gun without gun powder. What she figures out is to use magic. The first gun she puts together shots small bullets of magic. The second and third are two different directions mage guns usually go. The one is a revolver that has several kinds of magic bullets it can shot, but the second shots only elemental cartridges. Her fourth is a combination of the third and fourth designs, granting her more options. The fifth gun is actually a rail gun sniper. The Form The Formextra colors: #CC9966Forgotten's Name:Forgotten's Gender: Female Daemon's Name: Dreadful Daemon's Species: Black Dog/Hell Hound/Many other names Forgotten's Appearance (Physical):Forgotten's Appearance (Traits):Daemon's Appearance (Physical):A large black hound with eyes and saliva that glows with blue flames. The flames give off no heat being a glow instead of actual flames. He will eventually become the size of a pony, or something close. Daemon's Appearance (Traits):When they are Young:Forgotten's Personality:Daemon's Personality: Excerpt:How does the excerpt affect the pair?:What does it reveal about.. .. their past?: [Was this an event that happened in their "story", perhaps? etc.]
.. how they are now that they are "reborn" as a Forgotten? [For example, do they take the words to heart, or do they believe they write their own path? etc.]
.. their future?: [Is it a prophecy? etc.]
Their Reactions to teh Excerpt:Powers, talents, special traits?: [They're not a vegetable, XD.] Other important qualities: Other important concept details:
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 11:57 am
I know it's long, but ... It's SO COOL. Well, here's the excerpt. All the "..." is where there was text I took out. "... over the great Grimpen Mire there hung a dense, white fog. It was drifting slowly in our direction and banked itself up like a wall on that side of us, low but thick and well defined. The moon shone on it, and it looked like a great shimmering ice-field, with the heads of the distant tors as rocks borne upon its surface. ... 's face was turned towards it, and he muttered impatiently as he watched its sluggish drift.
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"Is that serious?"
"Very serious, indeed -- the one thing upon earth which could have disarranged my plans. He can't be very long, now. It is already ten o'clock. Our success and even his life may depend upon his coming out before the fog is over the path.""
(They would be on two pieces of paper due to the amount of text taken out right here.)
"So as the fog-bank flowed onward we fell back before it until we were half a mile from the house, and still that dense white sea, with the moon silvering its upper edge, swept slowly and inexorably on.
... "We dare not take the chance of his being overtaken before he can reach us. At all costs we must hold our ground where we are." He dropped on his knees and clapped his ear to the ground. "Thank God, I think that I hear him coming."
A sound of quick steps broke the silence of the moor. Crouching among the stones we stared intently at the silver-tipped bank in front of us. The steps grew louder, and through the fog, as through a curtain, there stepped the man whom we were awaiting. He looked round him in surprise as he emerged into the clear, starlit night. Then he came swiftly along the path, passed close to where we lay, and went on up the long slope behind us. As he walked he glanced continually over either shoulder, like a man who is ill at ease.
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There was a thin, crisp, continuous patter from somewhere in the heart of that crawling bank. The cloud was within fifty yards of where we lay, and we glared at it, all three, uncertain what horror was about to break from the heart of it. I was at H...'s elbow, and I glanced for an instant at his face. It was pale and exultant, his eyes shining brightly in the moonlight. But suddenly they started forward in a rigid, fixed stare, and his lips parted in amazement. At the same instant ... a yell of terror and threw himself face downward upon the ground. I sprang to my feet, my inert hand grasping my pistol, my mind paralyzed by the dreadful shape which had sprung out upon us from the shadows of the fog. A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen. Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles and dewlap were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish be conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke upon us out of the wall of fog.
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... Never have I seen a man run as Ho... ran that night. ... In front of us as we flew up the track we heard scream after scream from Sir Henry and the deep roar of the hound. I was in time to see the beast spring upon its victim, hurl him to the ground, and worry at his throat. ...
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"It's dead, whatever it is," sai... "We've laid the family ghost once and forever." In mere size and strength it was a terrible creature which was lying stretched before us. It was not a pure bloodhound and it was not a pure mastiff; but it appeared to be a combination of the two -- gaunt, savage, and as large as a small lioness. Even now in the stillness of death, the huge jaws seemed to be dripping with a bluish flame and the small, deep-set, cruel eyes were ringed with fire." - The Hound of the Baskervilles CH. 14 I suspect it is too long for a exerpt, so the smaller one would be, "There was a thin, crisp, continuous patter from somewhere in the heart of that crawling bank. The cloud was within fifty yards of where we lay, and we glared at it, all three, uncertain what horror was about to break from the heart of it. I was at H...'s elbow, and I glanced for an instant at his face. It was pale and exultant, his eyes shining brightly in the moonlight. But suddenly they started forward in a rigid, fixed stare, and his lips parted in amazement. At the same instant ... a yell of terror and threw himself face downward upon the ground. I sprang to my feet, my inert hand grasping my pistol, my mind paralyzed by the dreadful shape which had sprung out upon us from the shadows of the fog. A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen. Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles and dewlap were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish be conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke upon us out of the wall of fog." http://sirconandoyle.com/canon/novels/hound/index.php
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