Doukeshi

I have a couple, though they are not so much for my works but for other people's work that I like, or say snippets from songs that I find meaningful and such. Sometimes I add my own stuff to them but rarely.

[b]September 5th, 2:00 PM[/b] Oberon sat, unmoving, in the chair facing the door, his arms crossed over his chest loosley. To any who were to see him, the boy would look as though he were staring into nothingness, though in actual fact, he was dozing. Eyes open and staring, Oberon shifted slightly in his sleep. Awakening slowly, he blinked in an owlish fashion, turning his head to look about the room. Nothing had changed in the short amount of time that he had been asleep, all was as he had left it. Raising a quizzical eyebrow, Oberon stood from his seated position and scratched the back of his head in curiosity. He was sure that he was to be sharing with a roommate this year, he had checked the roster himself. Maybe the student had become lost, or simply chose to remain within the hall for now. Surely they would want to get rid of their luggage? Oberon blinked and shrugged, his curiosity replaced by silent nonchalance. Replacing his rumpled clothes with a fresh uniform of black, black and a little bit of white, Oberon stepped forth from his room and made his way back out onto the campus. Maybe he could get rid of a few pesky freshmen in the meantime. ------------------------------------- OOC: Btw DeathBug, I think Ryoko's character is sharing with mine.

Wow, those are really great images. Where are they from? It looks to me like some kind of Final Fantasy, XI maybe? Anyway, here is your banner and avatar set. I hope you like them ^_^. [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20653&stc=1[/img] [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20652&stc=1[/img]

Oh wow, I really love the artwork on that. I don't know whether you placed the images around yourself or if its taken from an original image but i love the way the red demons surround the figure. I think its very atmospheric. I also really like the text, very different. Maybe it would benefit from some sort of ornate border, like a gilted swirling picture frame, do you know the type I mean? Its very difficult to find that sort of thing though.

I wonder why noone has signed up to this much...it seems like an interesting idea if you get it running ^_^. [b]Name:[/b] Zhihar [b]Age:[/b] 32 [b]Ethnicity:[/b] Sarmatian (yes I've just seen 'King Arthur') [b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20641&stc=1[/img] [b]Bio & Personality:[/b] Zhihar is a Sarmatian slave, cpatured during the Roman campaign in his native homeland of Sarmatia. Part of his nations proud army who defended themselves against the invaders Zhihar was doomed to failure. Unlike many of his kinsmen, however, he was not slain upon the battlefield. Zhihar was taken, along with several others, as a prisoner of war, returned to Rome, to become a Gladiator. Impressed with their ferocity, the Roman officers knew that owning such formidable warriors could have great effect not only on their purses, but on their social standing also. It was therefore deemed that he and his fellows would be trained in the way of the Gladiator, to fight and die in the arena. This was 5 years ago, and Zhihar has survived many battles and gained many scars. Though not the most entertaining of fighters, he chooses efficiency over flambouancy, Zhihar has nevertheless gained a dedicaed following of fans. Zhihar still yearns for his homeland, though he knows that most of it is now under the Roman occupation. He has no respect for Rome and unlike other gladiators he refuses to engage in the leisure lifestyle allowed to succesful gladiators. Detatched, yet approachable, his rage is not to his fellows but to his captures and he wastes no opportunity in letting those "foul Roman dogs", know that this is such. [b]Weapon of Choice:[/b] Single bladed axe

[b]September 5th - 12:15 PM[/b] Oberon dumped his two bags unceremoniously in the corner of the sparsley decorated dorm room, stepping back to survey the blank walls and plain furniture that greeted his return to education. Exhaling a whispered sigh, Oberon delved into one of his cases, promptly and efficiantly unpacking the scant few items he had deemed necessary for his survival here at the school. Two school uniforms and several black, standard issue trousers, shirt and jacket combos later, Oberon had sucessfully stored his clothes within the wardrobe, underwear and the like, occupying the small drawer within his bedside table. The second bag he didn't open. Checking the small padlock safely securing the zipper on the inconspicuous hold-all, Oberon merely deigned to stow the bag beneath his bed. Oberon's last item was removed from the original bag. Again, inconspicuous and black in colour, this item Oberon set upon the small work desk within the dorm room, plugging it into a handy wall-socked at the end of the bench. Flipping it open it revealed a neat LCD screen and glowing keys, what appeared to be a state of the art laptop. Flicking on the power switch long enough to check everything was in working condition Oberon nodding his satisfaction and retreated to one of thesoft seats that dwelt within the room. Sitting perfectly still Oberon dozed lightly. His eyes, however, were constantly locked on the door, the entrance to the room. Here he waited patiently for the intruder, or room mate as they stooped to calling them, who was sure to come.

Thats a really touching song. Do you have any music to go with it? Any guitar chords or anything? I think it would sound beautiful with music.

In bathing suits of pink and blue, We'd do just what we wanted to. Weat 'n' wild or good clean fun, From sunrise 'til the day was done. [b]Word:[/b] Sticks

Here's may attempt. I couldn't find any animations or anything so I just made a normal avatar, though you are welcome to find someone else to give you what you want ^_~. [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20597&stc=1[/img] [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20596&stc=1[/img]

[b]September 5th, 11.26am:[/b] Oberon sighed heavily as he meandered through the chaotic mass of students thronging about the main hall. Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his grey jeans cast cursive glances about his person, registering those students he knew..and the ones he had yet to avoid. Making eye contact with a chibi-looking boy waving a sword, Oberon scowled at his antics and walked in the opposite direction. Stalking away Oberon heard several horrified gasps and general groans as the chibi-swordsman collapsed, twitching unconciously as all life left his body. The older students all knew to avoid Oberon Ekiragi, the mysterious and sullen Junior whom very few called friend. All who got to know this young man, and seemingly even those who were in his near area, met sudden and unfortunate ends. The crowd parted like the red sea before him as he made his way to the buffet table, clouds of dust and jumbled stars raising from the confusion as students fought to get away from him. Oberon was used to such actions and even managed to ignore the frightened shouts when several mechas, caught in the air, tumbled to the ground with a deafening roar and terrible crash of crumpling metal. Such as it was Oberon took a paper plate and began filling it with sausage rolls and strange looking tarts noone could quite figure out. Blinking his thanks to one of the teachers, who promptly collapsed, only to raise their head again from the edge of the table when it became apparent that they were indeed...not dead.

Hmm, the images of your banner are good, though the edges of the red sephiroth need cleaning up a bit, or softening or something. The backgrounddoesn't quite worth either, though I like the font, it suits your name ^_^. The avatar is pretty neat, nice and simple and bold.

*dies laughing at DW's banner* ahem...anyway... I can spend ages looking for the right kind of image to put as an appearance, just because I'm too lazy to write a profile anymore. There was this great anime site where you can get loads of images but I have completely forgotten the name of it...I'll get back to you on that one.

I don't know if this is relevent...since I live in the UK and all. Maybe I can get some correspondance from other Great British dwellers, or maybe they are shown eslwhere, who knows. Anyway, I really like the new Guinness Ads for Guinness extra cold, the ones that poke fun at the older Guinness ads like the Snail Racing and The "Tick followed tock followed tick" one. The 'Tick' one is the best I think where the guys are all in black and white with their surf boards and they run off towards the sea, then as soon as they hit the surf they stop and run back because its too cold. The dancing eskimo is really funny too heh.

Maybe you should get a new job hmm? I don't really recal any time where I have been pushed to such exertion. Maybe that's telling about my character, I don't know.

Well Zeta, I'm not a huge fan of Eva, but thats beside the point. I really like your banner because of the crispness of the images you have within it, its very bold and strong, I like that. Also the text within it is wonderful with the etheral, glowing effect coming off it. The Avatar too is really bold and clean, it also matches the banner which, odd as it may sound, I love; I really hate it when banners and avatars don't match ^_~

i hve no idea why it isn't workin..the dimensions are all correct...

Ya know, I've never heard of this guy before..but I'm quite liking him already. Here's your avatar bud ^_~. [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20530&stc=1[/img]

Okay here we go [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20514&stc=1[/img] [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20515&stc=1[/img]

Well, Human's are pack animals as they say so living on an island without and seblance of society or company could prove to be difficult. However, the human minds capability for self-preservation is truly remarkable and so if an individual were left alone for an extended period of time, if there were certain levels of stimulation for the brain it would come up with ways of protecting itself. You could identify with plant or animal life on the island for one thing, creating company within your own mind to word off lonliness and isolation. What some people term as insanity can often be the minds way of creating a world for itself to stave off decomposition and levels of degrading. I therefore believe that, though it would be certaintly difficult for most people, myself included, it would be certaintly possible to live in complete isolation for an interminable amount of time.

Yeah sure, not a problem at all ^_~. [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20493&stc=1[/img]

here you go, I hope you like them. [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20491&stc=1[/img] [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20492&stc=1[/img]

See how you like these [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20488&stc=1[/img] [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20489&stc=1[/img]

Okay..unsure of whether you meant Jim or Gene from Outlaw Star, I made two banners with either of the two characters in. [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20485&stc=1[/img] [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20486&stc=1[/img] I also suggest that if you want a quote you put this quote undernieth your banner in size=1 italic text [center][b][i]"Heroes are created by popular demand, sometimes out of the scantiest materials."[/i][/b][/center]

See what you think kids. --------------------------------- The moon was held high in the darkness, the night stars obscured by the intruding clouds that passed across the sky in hurried patterns. A soft breeze picked up, tugging at the leaves of trees and thin blades of grass that bowed in submissive compliance. What little light that filtered through the clouds shone meekly in a weak attempt to prove it?s worth, casting hazy shadows across a small path that trailed through the grass. A thin trail of smoke danced and swirled among the moving air as a shadowed figure leant absently against the fence that separated such nature from the progression of civilization. Small, shining embers fell softly from the cigarette held carelessly in the figure?s hand, only to be caught by a small current of air and flung into oblivion. What light there was glowing from the scattered ash disappeared with the wind. A soft sigh escaped the figures lips as golden eyes gazed longingly over the mantle of unblinking lights that shone below. The park behind the figure was lit only by a small amount of streetlamps, casting an orange glow over the darkened scenery. The noise of the far-off city streets seemed distant and surreal to the silent onlooker, becoming a soothing rhythm to his heavy laid thoughts. Closing his eyes briefly he bowed his head and let the cigarette fall from his fingers to hit the cold, hard pavement below the ridge on which he stood. Gripping the rail tightly in his right hand he turned to rest his back on the damp iron bars, leaning his head back to look up sorrowfully at the darkened sky. The sun had set on the figure many hours ago and what had initially been a short walk to clear his head had ended up being a long and contemplative brood, lasting a whole lot longer than he had originally intended. It was his own fault really; he shouldn?t have come past this place, this place of lingering memories and painful regrets. He smiled slightly in bitter wonderment how a small place of such lingering beauty and natural peace could hold such an angry and cynical mood. Even now, years after, it still clenched his heart to be here and yet he still kept coming back. He shook his head and clenched the iron rail in a spasm of frustrated energy, pounding his foot onto the dusty concrete in a fleeting moment of undeterred anger. Nothing seemed real anymore, the colours were dull and the light was dim, as if the whole world had suddenly fallen under a mist of haze and confusion. He did not want to be here, not here where everything held some memory that refused to be buried in the sand and forgotten. It was all a fake to his eyes and the lack of reality almost sent him insane. Releasing his grip from the bar he hung his head and entwined his fingers in blonde strands of hair, now damp from the evening dew. He was getting a headache. Golden eyes peered out from between his fingers; his breath coming in harsh ragged gasps as he pressed the heels of his hands into his temples. ?What?what the **** do you want from me?? His voice echoed across the empty park, a lonely bird taking flight at the unexpected noise. ?Just leave me alone, just ******* leave me alone!? His anger was directed at no one and nothing stood in his path to hear the frayed sentiments of a broken man. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and he stared wildly as tears threatened to slip from his eyes. He stumbled forward, away from the edge of the park and the view of the ever-wakeful city below. Hurrying along the path he hugged himself tightly and shook his head frantically as if to clear some haunting image from his mind. He muttered incoherent words from between clenched teeth as tears trailed a relentless path down his stricken face. Scuffing his feet across dirty tarmac he sought his way through the deserted streets towards his apartment, fumbling with the lock as he pressed his head against the cold metal of the door. A stray cat looked at him with fleeting interest, glowing eyes reflecting the dim street-lamps as it swept away into a side alley. Wrenching open the door he turned to look over his shoulder, his eyes red and swollen, to gaze at the rising moon. He curled his lip in bitter contempt and entered his home, slamming the door shut behind him. These violent swings in mood had now become commonplace for the novelist known as Yuki Eiri, ever since the lead singer of the band ?Bad Luck?, a one Shindou Shuichi, had deserted him. Nobody knew the reasons for this astonishing break-up and it had been tabloid news for weeks afterwards, the gossip of high street coffee bars and passing street conversation. Everywhere he went the novelist was given sympathetic glances and mocking stares, the public divided over this most celebrity of incidents. That was then, however, almost two years ago, and ?Bad Luck? where now big news wherever they went. Of course Yuki Eiri was still a greatly accomplished romance novelist but he didn?t quite sell anymore, not like he used to. His work had lost all it?s spark it was said and he no longer captured the public?s imagination to such frenzy as it had once beheld. Only his most diehard fans still remained, while ?Bad Luck? toured the globe selling millions as they enraptured the world. Was he missed? Did the same grief that tore at Eiri?s mind touch the pink haired singer in the same crippling way? Did he think of him at all as he conquered the world with his music? Eiri hoped, with the last bit of his sanity that this was true, but he knew in his heart of hearts that it was just another lie and that all he ever had that was good in his life?was gone.

Heh heh...it can't all be bitter sorrow and gothic tradition now can it ^_~ Unlike the savage lemon's bitter wrath Your fair caress does wet my tongue, Though your pale, firm skin is but a path, Unto your heart, traversed by none. [b]Word:[/b] Dote