Copycat1773
08-25-2008, 01:17 PM
I really need somebody to draw the main charcter of my new story. I trid to draw him, but it ended iin fails, because he looked like a Full Metalm Alchemist charcter that I can't remember the name of... So, I need smoebody to draw him. I'll just copy and paste the description that I already wrote, because I don't want to have to rewrite it.
He's tall, and wears a dark-brown trench coat with three buckles on the collar and a rope wrapped around his upper right arm. His trench coat has a hood, which is usually up, but I'l describe his face anyway. He also wears dark military-style boots. He looks like a grown man. He has small red eyes and a serious looking face. His cheekbones are sharp and he has short black-red hair in the front and white in the back, with long white sideburns. He has heavy black under his eyes and his skin is slightly greyish.
He wears dress pants, like part of a suit. He carries two swords, but only uses one at a time. A rusted and curved sword on the left, and a straight short sword on the right. The hilts of both are silver wrapped with red thread. The guard on the left sword curves like a deep S shape and has a snake head on one end and a tail on the other end. This is called the Demon Serpent's Cutter. When the sword cuts, it stings the victim with a shock of cobra-dragon venom. He keeps it rusted so that the sting is intensified. His other sword has a circlular guard. The sword intself has an ice blue blade. The purpose of this sword is to peirce into the heart and freeze it from the inside out, causing the blood flow to slow down and the victim to become cold. This sword is called the Ice Heart Blade.
He also carries around a dagger in his back pocket. The hilt of the dagger is red with a gold thread around it. The dagger is curved outward and jagged at the end. The blade itself resmebles the pattern of a fire. This dagger is for pericing the hearts of humans and sucking the blood into the sword itself. As the dagger takes the blood, the blade heats up, until it is scorching hot. This dagger is called Pyromaniac's Will.
Now that I've cleared up information on the weapons, he has but one special ability. He can open endless fissures in the ground and stand atop the air above the fissure. The fissures lead directly to Hell.
By the way, it doesn't say it in there, I don't think, but his name is Sorrow. His title is Sorrow, God of Devils or just Satan. Don't ask me what I'm writing, unless you really want to read it. If you do, I'll spoiler tab it and post it up in chapters. The chapters are very short, though.
Prescript
SAGA OF SORROW, PRESCRIPT OF THE GODS
“And to drown the world in tears, do you dare?” The tall, armored man asked, hesitant to his own question.
“Indeed I do, my naïve friend. There are non in this world as diluted as I.” A man in a flowing trench coat replied.
“You bastard. I wish you pain and sorrow.” The armored man cursed him.
“Don’t dare say my name in vain, you fool.” And Sorrow did fall, spreading his arms to welcome the grasp of hell. And hell did consume the man and he was forever immortalized and renamed Satan, the devil. Sorrow was indeed deranged, as he was considered a demon by society. And, before the world was born, we was cast aside as the God of the demon realm. Shunned, he came back to live seeking greater meaning.
Chapter One
SAGA OF SORROW, ICE COLD HEART
“Come. Walk over here.” Sorrow whispered, coaxing the pale, young man before him.
“Why?” The young man asked, reluctant.
“So that I may stab my sword through your heart of cold. May ye suffer the same fate as I.” Sorrow unsheathed his sword, thrusting it into the chest of the young man.
“I have nothing against you. You were just better off being murdered before hand.”
“What… do you mean?” He coughed out his final words, as a red fissure opened in the snow covered path below them. Standing on air, Sorrow dropped the man into the abyss.
“I wish you well, in the demon realm.” Sorrow smiled. Only all of humanity left to be eradicated. Then they would suffer his pain.
Chapter Two
SAGA OF SORROW, CANNOT BE DEFEATED
“It is my duty to destroy you, you demonic bastard,” A solider, one belonging to England, was it?
“I can not tell the difference between you warriors, but you will soon be greeted by the flame of your fate, boy. And he shoved his dagger into the heart of another young man.
“I will not die. No matter how many times I am stabbed.” The solider grabbed the grip of the knife, pulling it out of his flesh. “I live for the King. You will not kill me.”
“Oh contraire, boy.” The fissure of hell reopened and swallowed the boy. “All of you shall die, you naïve child.”
Chapter Three
SAGA OF SORROW, GREET THE FLAMES
“You are no match for me, boy.” He held the blade to the young man’s neck.
“That is why I am still fighting.” His skin was tanned slightly and his face covered in bruises and scrapes.
“Give up, foolish boy. You will be met with pain in my realm.” And appeared did the fissure. “Say “Hello.” to the flames for me, boy. They haven’t seen my company in quite some time.”
Chapter Four
SAGA OF SORROW, ARE YOU HERO?
“Are you the hero of your story? Is that how you think, boy?”
“I’m a hero of all stories. You can’t cut me with that rusted blade of yours.” The blade was indeed rusted, but it only deepens the sting when the blade pierces your flesh. It is indeed, the ultimate pain, to be stuck by the venom blade.
“Boy, I use many swords. I rust them by my hand, for it only worsens your pain.” The all too familiar gates fissure opened again. “Boy, I can use any sword I want, and I will crush everyone on this Earth. I’m the villain of my personal story, boy. Remember that.”
Chapter Five
SAGA OF SORROW, WHAT DO WE CALL IT?
“I’ve watched you. You kill without mercy and push your victims into the underworld.” The boy grabbed the edge of the blade, trying to push it away.
“I am merciful. I don’t kill women and children, boy.” Sorrow slowly pushed the blade further into the young man’s chest. “And don’t use it’s formal name.” He whispered.
“Then… what shall we call it, Demon?”
“We call it Hell.” and down the young man was pushed, into the depths of the flame.
That is all I have so far. I also need drawings of the victims, but I'll ask for them, later.
He's tall, and wears a dark-brown trench coat with three buckles on the collar and a rope wrapped around his upper right arm. His trench coat has a hood, which is usually up, but I'l describe his face anyway. He also wears dark military-style boots. He looks like a grown man. He has small red eyes and a serious looking face. His cheekbones are sharp and he has short black-red hair in the front and white in the back, with long white sideburns. He has heavy black under his eyes and his skin is slightly greyish.
He wears dress pants, like part of a suit. He carries two swords, but only uses one at a time. A rusted and curved sword on the left, and a straight short sword on the right. The hilts of both are silver wrapped with red thread. The guard on the left sword curves like a deep S shape and has a snake head on one end and a tail on the other end. This is called the Demon Serpent's Cutter. When the sword cuts, it stings the victim with a shock of cobra-dragon venom. He keeps it rusted so that the sting is intensified. His other sword has a circlular guard. The sword intself has an ice blue blade. The purpose of this sword is to peirce into the heart and freeze it from the inside out, causing the blood flow to slow down and the victim to become cold. This sword is called the Ice Heart Blade.
He also carries around a dagger in his back pocket. The hilt of the dagger is red with a gold thread around it. The dagger is curved outward and jagged at the end. The blade itself resmebles the pattern of a fire. This dagger is for pericing the hearts of humans and sucking the blood into the sword itself. As the dagger takes the blood, the blade heats up, until it is scorching hot. This dagger is called Pyromaniac's Will.
Now that I've cleared up information on the weapons, he has but one special ability. He can open endless fissures in the ground and stand atop the air above the fissure. The fissures lead directly to Hell.
By the way, it doesn't say it in there, I don't think, but his name is Sorrow. His title is Sorrow, God of Devils or just Satan. Don't ask me what I'm writing, unless you really want to read it. If you do, I'll spoiler tab it and post it up in chapters. The chapters are very short, though.
Prescript
SAGA OF SORROW, PRESCRIPT OF THE GODS
“And to drown the world in tears, do you dare?” The tall, armored man asked, hesitant to his own question.
“Indeed I do, my naïve friend. There are non in this world as diluted as I.” A man in a flowing trench coat replied.
“You bastard. I wish you pain and sorrow.” The armored man cursed him.
“Don’t dare say my name in vain, you fool.” And Sorrow did fall, spreading his arms to welcome the grasp of hell. And hell did consume the man and he was forever immortalized and renamed Satan, the devil. Sorrow was indeed deranged, as he was considered a demon by society. And, before the world was born, we was cast aside as the God of the demon realm. Shunned, he came back to live seeking greater meaning.
Chapter One
SAGA OF SORROW, ICE COLD HEART
“Come. Walk over here.” Sorrow whispered, coaxing the pale, young man before him.
“Why?” The young man asked, reluctant.
“So that I may stab my sword through your heart of cold. May ye suffer the same fate as I.” Sorrow unsheathed his sword, thrusting it into the chest of the young man.
“I have nothing against you. You were just better off being murdered before hand.”
“What… do you mean?” He coughed out his final words, as a red fissure opened in the snow covered path below them. Standing on air, Sorrow dropped the man into the abyss.
“I wish you well, in the demon realm.” Sorrow smiled. Only all of humanity left to be eradicated. Then they would suffer his pain.
Chapter Two
SAGA OF SORROW, CANNOT BE DEFEATED
“It is my duty to destroy you, you demonic bastard,” A solider, one belonging to England, was it?
“I can not tell the difference between you warriors, but you will soon be greeted by the flame of your fate, boy. And he shoved his dagger into the heart of another young man.
“I will not die. No matter how many times I am stabbed.” The solider grabbed the grip of the knife, pulling it out of his flesh. “I live for the King. You will not kill me.”
“Oh contraire, boy.” The fissure of hell reopened and swallowed the boy. “All of you shall die, you naïve child.”
Chapter Three
SAGA OF SORROW, GREET THE FLAMES
“You are no match for me, boy.” He held the blade to the young man’s neck.
“That is why I am still fighting.” His skin was tanned slightly and his face covered in bruises and scrapes.
“Give up, foolish boy. You will be met with pain in my realm.” And appeared did the fissure. “Say “Hello.” to the flames for me, boy. They haven’t seen my company in quite some time.”
Chapter Four
SAGA OF SORROW, ARE YOU HERO?
“Are you the hero of your story? Is that how you think, boy?”
“I’m a hero of all stories. You can’t cut me with that rusted blade of yours.” The blade was indeed rusted, but it only deepens the sting when the blade pierces your flesh. It is indeed, the ultimate pain, to be stuck by the venom blade.
“Boy, I use many swords. I rust them by my hand, for it only worsens your pain.” The all too familiar gates fissure opened again. “Boy, I can use any sword I want, and I will crush everyone on this Earth. I’m the villain of my personal story, boy. Remember that.”
Chapter Five
SAGA OF SORROW, WHAT DO WE CALL IT?
“I’ve watched you. You kill without mercy and push your victims into the underworld.” The boy grabbed the edge of the blade, trying to push it away.
“I am merciful. I don’t kill women and children, boy.” Sorrow slowly pushed the blade further into the young man’s chest. “And don’t use it’s formal name.” He whispered.
“Then… what shall we call it, Demon?”
“We call it Hell.” and down the young man was pushed, into the depths of the flame.
That is all I have so far. I also need drawings of the victims, but I'll ask for them, later.