Post by skye on Nov 5, 2008 2:49:04 GMT -5
THE ORDER FORM;
URL To The Site The Image Will Be Used On: www.the-fifth-element.net
Character's Name: Rogue.
Poems or Slogans: I want to be free, from desolation and despair [ if you could make one picture w/ slogan, and one without..that would be great ]
Gender: Female
Breed: Spanish/Baroque period breed - such as Andalusian ect.
Coat Color: Solid black with fire tipped mane, tail and forelock.. It’s basically a red fade at the ends of her hair.
Picture(s) of Character: These are not stock I believe, they might be.. but I just wanted to give a general picture of what I want her to look like..
*http://gallery.photo.net/photo/4116291-md.jpg
*http://gallery.photo.net/photo/4077840-md.jpg
*http://gallery.photo.net/photo/4123826-md.jpg
Background Picture(s): none
Color Theme: Deep red, like the red of the mane on those pictures, black and maybe a real deep blue in moderation.. mostly black and red.
Font(s) Of Your Choice (please supply us with a link): Something simple, artistic.. That fits her character
Avatar: no
Image Size: Around 500 x 500
Preferred Personalizer: None
Sample Post:
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It seemed as if the day would never end, she was watching it slip away. From her high perch on a protruding cliff out of the side of a dune, she could see everything change before her. Her pools of deep chocolate black reflecting the brilliant scene as if mirrors, instead of the portals they should have been. Portals to her soul, her shattered, bleeding, tormented apathetic soul.
Slowly and carefully the sun was plummeting behind the furthest sand dunes, as if a dying creature letting death’s cruel grasp take its life away inch by inch. Crimson and fire burned the surface of the earth, illuminating the heavens, filling its lungs with blood with each desperate gasp. The shadows were crawling, no slithering, across the face of the earth, consuming flesh like a lowly scavenger might. There was no wind, everything was still and quiet. The world was being swept away in an ominous black that was hardly explainable. A frightening abyss where you could see nothing but your inner soul and mind.
There would be no moon tonight, a frightening black would eat away any resemblance of light tonight. This night, was the devil’s night. These nights used to be her killer, the drive behind suicidal rampages that left her near death. But now they were Rogue’s saving grace. With the ability to control her mind, her heart, her thoughts, so came the ability to blend into oblivion as if she had been born to become such. As if she had been born to be dead. To breathe like her lungs needed no oxygen, only the breath of death. The night would consume her, live in her, become her. It’s eerie blinding blackness was her serenity. She was home; where blackness had no definition, where her dark mind and stone heart mingled without separation with the cold void surrounding her. Where she could feel nothing, see nothing, and think of nothing. She could almost believe she was nothing tonight, that she was only apart of an endless darkness, an empty vessel that had no life, no soul, no heart beat. And as the night settled it’s full strength on the desert, she closed her eyes, and there was nothingness.
Ah, at last the dark angel was at peace. For this night, was hers.
//
History/personality/picture theme:
//
Rogue is a molested rape child, to put it simply. I wont go into great detail, but basically I’m looking to create a picture that is who she is now. She’s becoming a monster, something she is afraid of and doesn’t want. So, her efforts are working only when she has complete control over her body and doesn’t allow emotions to exist at all, if she does she become violent and almost vile in her efforts to make those around her suffer. She is battling it, fighting it off, but she’s losing to her “demons”. So! What I would really really like.. Is if we could making a picture that was like.. A black horse standing alone in an empty desert, at sunset (so everything is bathed in a red orange, and there are shadows) and she is facing away from us.. Head down or curled, either one.. And above her are demons. Demons like the valkyrie on the new movie Max Payne. Black demonic creatures with wings and talons. But they are almost quiet as they move above her, just illusions and waiting creatures of the night.
Also, Rogue has the power to create the element fire, but her fire is a black fire.. So.. You could add that in there somewhere.. Or not.. I’m okay with just a red desert and her red tipped hair.
Have Fun! Thanks!
URL To The Site The Image Will Be Used On: www.the-fifth-element.net
Character's Name: Rogue.
Poems or Slogans: I want to be free, from desolation and despair [ if you could make one picture w/ slogan, and one without..that would be great ]
Gender: Female
Breed: Spanish/Baroque period breed - such as Andalusian ect.
Coat Color: Solid black with fire tipped mane, tail and forelock.. It’s basically a red fade at the ends of her hair.
Picture(s) of Character: These are not stock I believe, they might be.. but I just wanted to give a general picture of what I want her to look like..
*http://gallery.photo.net/photo/4116291-md.jpg
*http://gallery.photo.net/photo/4077840-md.jpg
*http://gallery.photo.net/photo/4123826-md.jpg
Background Picture(s): none
Color Theme: Deep red, like the red of the mane on those pictures, black and maybe a real deep blue in moderation.. mostly black and red.
Font(s) Of Your Choice (please supply us with a link): Something simple, artistic.. That fits her character
Avatar: no
Image Size: Around 500 x 500
Preferred Personalizer: None
Sample Post:
//
It seemed as if the day would never end, she was watching it slip away. From her high perch on a protruding cliff out of the side of a dune, she could see everything change before her. Her pools of deep chocolate black reflecting the brilliant scene as if mirrors, instead of the portals they should have been. Portals to her soul, her shattered, bleeding, tormented apathetic soul.
Slowly and carefully the sun was plummeting behind the furthest sand dunes, as if a dying creature letting death’s cruel grasp take its life away inch by inch. Crimson and fire burned the surface of the earth, illuminating the heavens, filling its lungs with blood with each desperate gasp. The shadows were crawling, no slithering, across the face of the earth, consuming flesh like a lowly scavenger might. There was no wind, everything was still and quiet. The world was being swept away in an ominous black that was hardly explainable. A frightening abyss where you could see nothing but your inner soul and mind.
There would be no moon tonight, a frightening black would eat away any resemblance of light tonight. This night, was the devil’s night. These nights used to be her killer, the drive behind suicidal rampages that left her near death. But now they were Rogue’s saving grace. With the ability to control her mind, her heart, her thoughts, so came the ability to blend into oblivion as if she had been born to become such. As if she had been born to be dead. To breathe like her lungs needed no oxygen, only the breath of death. The night would consume her, live in her, become her. It’s eerie blinding blackness was her serenity. She was home; where blackness had no definition, where her dark mind and stone heart mingled without separation with the cold void surrounding her. Where she could feel nothing, see nothing, and think of nothing. She could almost believe she was nothing tonight, that she was only apart of an endless darkness, an empty vessel that had no life, no soul, no heart beat. And as the night settled it’s full strength on the desert, she closed her eyes, and there was nothingness.
Ah, at last the dark angel was at peace. For this night, was hers.
//
History/personality/picture theme:
//
Rogue is a molested rape child, to put it simply. I wont go into great detail, but basically I’m looking to create a picture that is who she is now. She’s becoming a monster, something she is afraid of and doesn’t want. So, her efforts are working only when she has complete control over her body and doesn’t allow emotions to exist at all, if she does she become violent and almost vile in her efforts to make those around her suffer. She is battling it, fighting it off, but she’s losing to her “demons”. So! What I would really really like.. Is if we could making a picture that was like.. A black horse standing alone in an empty desert, at sunset (so everything is bathed in a red orange, and there are shadows) and she is facing away from us.. Head down or curled, either one.. And above her are demons. Demons like the valkyrie on the new movie Max Payne. Black demonic creatures with wings and talons. But they are almost quiet as they move above her, just illusions and waiting creatures of the night.
Also, Rogue has the power to create the element fire, but her fire is a black fire.. So.. You could add that in there somewhere.. Or not.. I’m okay with just a red desert and her red tipped hair.
Have Fun! Thanks!
