Erinwolfrus

Did my second image provide any help with looking at it? And do you use glasses?

Yeah, the guy on horseback seems to be crazily detailed. I was surprised- most of these weird photos are pretty simple. And no, I think I read someone though I edited it. I have such poor graphical skills (note my av and siggy) that it would just be WAY above my level to even attempt something as detailed as that.. I mean, you can even see the stripes on the guy's jacket.

Yeah, I'm pretty much like that. I have this group of boys who do stuff like that, but I'm too much of a pantywaist to do anything about it.

What if Dumbledore time warped like they did in the third book? Maybe he tampered with his own death? Who knows. I certainly haven't got the energy to discuss it.

There's where he used to be. And you can't post rl-pics of yourself on TIF. Indeed. Yes, it's gotten to a point where I can't see anything else but what I believe it to be. It just looks so solid now it's hard to divert my eyes to something else to make it look different. EDIT: Oh, by the way (this is a minor note) 'She'. Not 'he'. Sorry, but it gets on my nerves that people label my male when my pics in my sig have boobs =/

Sorry, Fell. If I could post it in URL format, I would, but it's not allowed.

Righty-o. Since GhostStudy's paranormal forums are down, and Runescape is full of interesting people with expansive opinions, I decided to upload this here. All of you know what a bad artist I am, so this isn't altered in any way other than to circle the abnormality with a crudely drawn yellow line =) Yes, basically, the image to the right in the circled area looks like a man with a roundish white hat on in an olive green jacket with two stripes going across. He appears to be on horseback. To the left, I see a lot of weird things, one of which being a toddler with brown hair. Oh, and this pic was for an RP group. I don't intentionally look bad-wagon with a cork rifle without bursting into laughter. Please tell me what you think with constructive ideas or whatever you've got to say. Right, I blacked out my whole image on there, so that should fix things up and allow people to view the photo without the bits that clash with the forum rules. EDIT: I have defined what I see as the anomaly.

I know this really won't mean much, but I'm in no shape for typing essays unlike the fit people here who have important things to say. (Ah, nevermind. This is developing into an essay.) The Satanists I've met all blammed me for what I believe in and belittled me. I don't think I've really met any of them without a big ego.. look, I have to say I'm sorry. Just because you have your own religion doesn't mean I can narrow you down to the twentysome group of individuals who didn't know how to hold a polite discussion on the subject. But I'm going to say this. I believe that the new Satanist movement is strengthened by all the 'rebelious' people who are unfaithful and rash. Furthermore, if you look at it, it is quite egotistical. On the third count, which is something I avoid because of it's contraversiality, you people have NO idea what you're opening yourselves up to spiritually. You may not believe it, but there are some bad energies out there as well as good ones that are attracted to weaknesses. See? It really is contraversial. It's so hugely unknown that all we can do is take precautions. I should stop now, because this is getting into mindless rambling.

I think that Lincoln should have been considered top gun. Do you have any idea what he got us through and how skillfully he avoided a lot of conflict? Sure, we had the Civil War, but he was a rock hard president in those times.

Wow, since this is pretty much dead I just thought I'd leave a comment for the hell of it. I still think this is an overly egotistical work. I don't mind if you flame me, either. I'm used to RPing and sometimes I forget that if I make a story purely out of my character it gets boring and stupid easily. So I admit this may have really sucked :lol:

Looks great, even though it's not exactly eye-candy. I saw that new movie and I love the style, too. Could do with a little more detail on the text, though.

Erinwolfrus And me! (All Your Votes Are Belong To Us)

Oooh, nice job. You need to spell check it though, and I would edit some phrasing, but otherwise it's very good. 9/10

I wish someone would give a () enough to post a quick review, because I hate having to self bump my work.

My friend Latic cleaned it up for me a bit, but I did it. Rate it 1-10, 10 being highest. Constructive criticism only, please!

Varrock market is a thriving center, the air abuzz with merchant advertisements, idle chatter, and the clink of gold-exchange. In fact, most citizens of Runescape would call it the finest and most rich. People idolize it and respect it, knowing that economical deeds of integrity are being held there. Which is exactly why Erin decided to scrounge her income here, whether it be by honesty or astuteness. Let's introduce Erin Murphy, merchant and thief, but also, unknown to these townsfolk, a member of the genus "Homo Lupus". Right now she's in a dark green hooded robe, so we can't see the effects of the moon. Typically during the full moon period, Erin is a human with large coyote-like ears, a bushy tan tail with a black tip, and with a pair of canines larger than normal. Of course, this isn't her full form. She resembles the common werewolf then, but with tan fur and black markings on her ears, snout, and tail-tip. Now Erin doesn't normally need this robe, because during times other than the full moon, she can remain in human form. Equally, transforming from one state to another is doable, but doesn't work when the full moon comes. Then the tail, teeth, and ears will remain. Since we have some time, let's explain who this young werewolf is: Erin grew up in a small household in Varrock, Runescape. Her mother was a werewolf from Canifis, and her unsuspecting father was an alcoholic from the Blue Moon Tavern (He grew up in Ardougne). When Erin was 8, her father died of intoxication after his liver failed. In grief, her mother left her to a kindly old woman who owned the Blue Moon Tavern. Erin became a waitress at 15, but was never really that good at it, and decided to find some other more suiting lifestyle. Of course, Erin never knew her real race, and was immensely suprised when her other form started showing during puberty. Sani Pillu, Erin's best friend, was suprised when Erin stopped talking to her and hanging out with her. Erin was just trying to conceal that she was a werewolf, of course, and never really came clean to Sani. Erin then went to Canifis in search of getting pointed in a sucessful direction for the highway of life. There, she met many shopkeepers who instructed her on the community. Johann "Dexty" McFaes, the clever merchant who owned the general store, smuggled large amounts of necessities- chisels, tinderboxes, hammers, food- from Varrock, where they were dirt cheap. Erin agreed to help Dexty out, and in doing so improved the economy of Canifis drastically. After Dexty retired, and Erin had moved on, his son ReiÃÆÃâÃâ¦Ã¸zÃÆÃâÃâähne took over the buisiness and still runs it to this day. Erin, however, made money out of smuggling high-quality Canifis silk colored gloves to Varrock, where they payed immense amounts of money. Erin lived off this money for a long time, and enjoyed her mercantile job. She still does it occasionally today. However, while Erin enjoyed doing what she wanted (she earned it), Sani Pillu had joined a rebel group called the "Myreque". The villagers of Canifis called them terrorists, and the people of Varrock called them Crusaders. Needless to say, Erin and Sani waged a bloody, and unintentional war against eachother. Erin helped her fellow villagers by sponsoring a new shop that sold building supplies, and Sani's crew stole from the village and blessed the river that runs by Canifis. The Salve, as they call it, burns werewolf flesh when it comes in contact today. Erin presently lives in a small, two story shop in Canifis that sells supplies for adventurers who go into Mort Myre swamp to get to Mort'ton. Where was I? Oh, yes... Erin's still creeping around the square, oblivious to the crowd. Occasionally, a tanned hand darts out of the sleeves of the cloak to grab a loose item or some money. Suddently, a gold goblet just sits at a merchant's stall, looking very alone. Our thief approaches like a woman possed, or more accurately, a woman who *wanted* to possess. It doesn't look like anyone's taking notice... But that guard near the fur stall, he's whispering to his mate. They rush to the scene, eager to grab the literal moonlighter. Erin darts East into the Varrock slums, crawling around stone rubble. Flee or fight instincts kick in, and the black silhouette against the blue sky sprints across the roofs of many a home, the guards still in an eager ground pursuit. Heart beating to a frightful tune, Erin now has reached the far end of East Varrock. She fumbles for her grapple-hook, and is just able to catch it on some stone guard towers ahead of her. A quick leap, and she swings from the roof to the guard tower, and momentum works in her favor as she swings upward in the height of the swing. Here she lets off, catapaulting her a great distance from the guard tower and Varrock's sight. Agile legs touch the ground, and the thief springs into action. Pure adrenaline and fear sprint her halfway into the edges of Canifis, where the long-gone guards wouldn't dream of advancing to. Saving her pelt and still being able to keep her satchel on hand, Erin gasps for breath, taking a good rest before walking the rest of the way to Canifis. She walks into town with a prideful swagger- she had right to her claims of glory. The one thing Erin didn't have was honor, and she didn't believe she needed it. ReiÃÆÃâÃâ¦Ã¸zÃÆÃâÃâähne came out of his shop, looking dusty, and with a sly smirk on his face. "Been findin' things again?" he mused. "Eh, let's just say I found something and someone found me..." Erin replied with a concerned look. ReiÃÆÃâÃâ¦Ã¸zÃÆÃâÃâähne approached her with a sympathetic expression on his face, and a pat for her back. "What happened this time?" he murmured. She told him. "... I think the guards saw something. They didn't chase as far as usual this time- I may have to hide out here for a month or so..." The young man countered with a frown "N' what makes y' think that?" "Well... I- I *think* that they were watching me even before I was about to pickpocket the merchant. I caught this guard that could have been him staring at me. " Erin explained with a tail-twitch. ReiÃÆÃâÃâ¦Ã¸zÃÆÃâÃâähne shook his head, his grey eyes meeting hers. "Ya'er jumping to conclusions- you should rest. Take the day off- I'm sure people will understand." Erin heeded her accomplice's advice, and ambled over to her shop. She pushed the key into the knob of the door... Only to find her shop in a dishevelled void of chaos. Vials lay astrew, ropes in knots at her feet, papers in odd places, and chisels scattered here and there. It was as if someone had been searching for something... To be continued... sorry folks, wait for it.

Um... you should try using the GIMP or something other than MS Paint.

Name: Erinwolfrus Quote: "Well then, we'll need more lobbies, won't we?" Subject: A young woman (speaker of quote) with neon orange hair, and tan-furred coyote ears and a bushy tan tail with a pointed tip, holding a teal-ish scimitar and wearing a forest green shirt and mint green shorts that come up to her knees, a black cape flowing behind. A male friend next to her with short brown hair and in black dragonskin is aiming an arrow at the head of a large red demon with a long snout and great red wings. There is a slash across it's stomach. Background: A lush green landscape at sunset, palm trees, and jungley-type growth. Colours: There's going to be a lot of green for the landscape, which completely argues with the red sunset and the demon's red. Green works well with the female character's clothing, and the male character's black is almost charcoal. If this is too much, let me know.

Male/Female: Female Accesories: All popular eyepatch =D Position/Stance: Looking rather smug with a pile full of multicolored gloves in her outstretched arms. Monster/object: N/A, unless you count a few people walking around. Weapons: Sheathed rune long in right side of sword belt. Clothes: Green and black clothes under full rune Ammy/Rings: Ammy of defense BackGround:Cannifis, outside clothing shop Anything else that you want!: Can you make me...me? Use my siggy as a guideline. I have tawny orange fur, bright green eyes, a black tip on my bushy tail, and rather large black-tipped ears. http://www.furcadia.com for info and images of furries. I myself am more coyote-looking than wolfish. Oh, and if this comes out looking right, I'll give you 10k. I don't have much money, but I'm not stingy.

Orcs? Ogres? Not that much different- they're both butt ugly. :lol:

Okay, so I'm dumb. My soon-to-be new sig is: 239 x 115 and 7.32 KB I know the size is okay, but are those kilobytes equalling 73200 B? I wanted to make sure I got things clear before I went wasting a new post.

:lol: I think it's kinda cute

I have actually done this...... VERY EMBARASSING WHEN YOU DO IT AT SCHOOL! You know you've been playing runescape too long when you try to find your inventory by touching your backpack (haven't done this one). Same here! I have no life ><

a fluffy pile of poo :P Oh-so true... It kinda looks like someone I know... The poo, I mean...

Cute! That's very realistic!