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2 contests. 2 chances to win 3,000.

Both are drawing from descriptions only. The winner will be chosen in 2 weeks time by me.

Task One: Draw Nycto.

Task Two: Draw Any combination of a group of friends, but must contain at least 2 characters.

Both tasks have only descriptions to go by, and both tasks come with 3,000 gold award to the winner. If the same person wins both, so be it. They get 6,000.

I will post the descriptions tomorrow, and then the contest will begin.

Good Luck!

Edit: Photo manipulation is allowed as well.

Task Two: Group Image

Any of the following characters may be drawn together so long as the image contains at least two.

Kaede

Role: Leader and general trouble maker.
Age: 16
Hair: Light brown- single braid reaches mid-back
Eyes: Blue
Other: Tomboy. Freckles.
Height: 5’ 10” (?) Reaches Derek’s chin. Middle height.
Weight: Lean from exercise
Clothing: Shortened pants and loose shirt. Scuffed ankle boots
Personality: She loves her friends and will defend them dearly. Hates to give up, stubborn, but she means well. Her temper often gets the best of her, and she is strong in her convictions. Pretends to be strong often. Mischievous.


Jeremy

Role: Inventor of stories and games. Creative one in group.
Age: Few months from 18
Hair: Black
Eyes: Light blue
Other: Long limbs. Likes Kaede.
Height: Almost as tall as Derek (6’ roughly)
Weight: Stick
Clothing: Baggy pants and loose shirt .Black pants, black top, black boots, black cloak.
Personality: He is quiet when thinking, and never acts impulsively unless he has to. Very smart and creative, and a lover of nature. Goes on hikes for days, and is capable of living off of land. He starts off awkward from long limbs, but will grow into them. Finds amusement in scaring younger children with his imagination.


Nari

Role: Voice of reason
Age: 18
Hair: Brown curls, shoulder length
Eyes: Green
Other: Rarely lies. Cunning. Small build. Out of shape.
Height: About Kaede’s height
Weight: Regular (bigger than Jeremy, smaller than Emitt)
Clothing: Colorful skirts and tops with puffed sleeves. Boots.
Personality: Nari is acts as the group’s mother, often scolding for not behaving themselves. She is very mature, and always strives to do the right thing. She loves her friends, but often is dragged into their plots of mischief by mistake, landing herself in hot water with her family.


Derek

Role: Prankster
Age: 17
Hair: Curly red mop
Eyes: Bright green
Other: Kaede’s best friend
Height: Tallest – 6’ 3” roughly
Weight: Skinny, though not twig
Clothing: loose pants & shirt. Boots.
Personality: He is a show off at heart, and will juggle or do cartwheels and tell stories to anyone who will listen or watch. He loves playing jokes on people, and is Kaede’s constant companion. He thinks of her as his sister. He is loyal to his friends, but is not stupid. He often points out the reality of situations. Likes children even though he denies it often.


Emitt

Role: Joker
Age: Youngest. 15.
Hair: Brown hair, floppy curls
Eyes: Brown eyes (dance with jokes)
Other: Freckles
Height: 3 inches shorter than Kae. Prolly 5’ 5” or 5’ 6”
Weight: Slightly chubby.
Clothing: Baggy pants & shirt. Boots.
Personality: He is impulsive, acting often without thinking. He loves to joke around and adores his friends, looking up to many of them as he thinks of them as family. He would rather play all day that work, for he is quite lazy and thinks of ways of avoiding manual labor.

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I also have writing with these characters if it is needed to show personality and/or character interactions. Good Luck.

--Entries--

Task One:

1. [Ryu Densetsu]
2. Firelord fuegon
3. Inmorata

Task Two:

1. Earyn

Some extra information on Nycto:

He is an OC, and a RP character I use on a forum. This is what else I can tell you of him, and give a sample writing with his personality.

First of all, the name Nycto comes from nyctophobia, or the fear of the dark, so Nycto = dark. His name suits his personality; he is very depressing and moody at times.

(Yes, there is a stranger involved. I will not go into depth explaining it, so just go with the flow)

----- His writing -----

Click click click.

He slammed the lid of the computer down, watching it reconnect with his arm so that it nearly vanished. Nycto frowned. He had never been wrong on an equation before, so how could he have been this time?

Sitting back in his wheelchair, he sighed, the sound echoing in his respirator. He grimaced even with his eyes shut. It kept him alive, yet at the same time, killed him. It marked him as one of the sick, one of the frail younglings that would never amount to anything. He was forever banned from space travel, forever banned from leaving his home town.

His breathing was heavy, regular, a sign that his machine was working. He let the sound slide over him, ignoring it. The sound of his own breathing had never been something new. He had heard it amplified daily for the past twenty years of his life.

Something behind him poked his back, making him sit up. He reached around and tugged on it, pulling the wing forward so it wrapped around his gaunt body, scowling the entire time. Further proof of his mistake: another feather drifted uselessly down onto his lap, no longer white, but gray.

He slammed a fist on the handle of his chair, hiding his face in the other hand. A tear slid down his face. His saving grace was gone; no wings would carry him away from his living nightmare now. The graft had failed, and the illness had spread. He could move the wings, but they would never carry him in flight. They were tattered and destroyed, mirroring his hopes.

Another slam of the fist. “I was so close… So close to finding out how to destroy this disease! I am not going to sit back and die slowly, ravaged from it! I want to breathe without a machine, to feel my own heartbeat and not some electric pulse that tells my organs to function! I want to know my veins hold blood, not this… this…”

Jerking a wrist upward, he slapped down one of the wires that stuck out of his arm, carrying oxygen to every part of his body. His blood had all been removed when he was three, replaced by wires that linked dozens of machines. His life literally depended on his computer’s ability to function daily, to remind his body to not die, and he hated it.

A noise made his head jerk up, and he grabbed the wheels on his chair, ready to topple backwards. “What the… who’re you?”

A figure stood in front of him, masked in white so that nothing else was visible of his face. Blonde hair tufted out around the mask, paler than anything he had ever seen, even his sickly blonde sister.

He scowled. “Barging into my room? A little rude, don’t you-“

The face cut him off, the voice eerily high and alien. “You broke the rules.”

Nycto ran a hand through his black shaggy hair, shoving it away from his yellow bird-like eyes. The respirator hummed softly. “Excuse me?”

The masked man slid forward, the trench coat trailing on the floor. Nycto could see no visible skin; even the sleeves were dangling enough to completely hide the body.

“Nycto, you broke the rules. Now, you’re no longer fun.”

Nycto tightened his grip on the chair. “How do you know my name?”

He didn’t answer; instead, the mask fell to the floor, and as the youth’s eyes followed its descent in shock, he felt something jerk him forward. He lay crumpled on the floor, his tattered wings askew. The respirator hummed on.

“You broke the rules….” The voice repeated, and as Nycto stared in horror, the mask tugged him into black, his scream echoing louder than even his machines could hum.

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A noise echoed in his ears, slowly bringing Nycto to consciousness. He winced, his body throbbing in pain. His breathing was ragged as his chest barely rose and fell.

His respirator.

With a start, his eyes snapped open as his hand searched his face. It was off, and his lungs were screaming. He struggled to take in air, gasping but failing. His body, he felt, was slowly shutting down.

Pathetic… He lay his head back, the feeling of lightheadedness spreading. I die because I lost my mask… how pathetic…

He shut his eyes, giving in to the inevitable. He lay on his side, wings spread awkwardly behind him, feathers tattered and torn, mirroring his body. He would die.

And then, sweet glorious breath filled his lungs. He winced. Was this what it was like to die?

“Get up, shattered boy. You’re not dead yet, however amusing that would be.”

That voice…

Nycto sat up, steadying himself with his hands as he glared at the newcomer. The masked figure stood before him, unchanged from their last visit. It watched him even as Nycto watched it.

“You put my respirator back on. Why?” his yellow eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“You wouldn’t be any fun to me dead,” the mask laughed before vanishing.

Nycto leapt to his feet, but fell back to one knee from a pain that jolted through his body. Sweat broke out as he held still, motionless hugging his body.

“The least he… could’ve done… was take away… the… disease,” he muttered from between clenched teeth. “Wretched monster…”

He stared down at the arm he held cradled. Pain was emanating from it. Studying it, he saw the problem: a wire had come loose. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the wire and slammed it back into his wrist, forcing the needle-tipped end through his own flesh to rest against the bone beneath. Only when the wire was screwed into place did the pain recede.

He stayed there, panting heavily as he stared at his arm. There was no blood; there was no blood because he had none to give.

“Shattered body, tattered wings, and a breathing machine. Just great. Like that’s really going to help me here…”

It was only then did he realize where he was. Flowers filled the meadow, their bright colors waving in the breeze. He scowled as he stood, making sure to crush a few beneath his shoe.

He cursed again, and again. His respirator sounded loud in the stillness, his voice louder still. Looking around, he only could see one small settlement in the distance. Struggling to stay upright, he staggered towards it. His body screamed from the effort it took to walk, to move, and his wings dragged on the ground behind him.

He winced. “Some entrance this’ll be… pathetic…”
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That was Nycto. Hopefully that will give you an idea about his character.

SOunds cool, i'll try it for the fun of it!

Interesting.. *read the first task*