Ask for or give advice if you want, and share some of the worst and best you've seen, or even ones you think could have been done better.
The worst one I've seen lately is this one...
She is a beautiful Siren. She has a birth mark of a wolf on her back, she has
blood red eyes which change during the season, She has shoulder length hair.
She was raised by the wolves, the wolves no longer know her but she knows them.
She is wearing a pair of black dragon-leather boots, a buffalo leather falconry
glove, a pair of simple black trousers, a black shirt of fine silk, a pair of
leather gloves, a canvas backpack, flowing purple robes, and a dazzling moon
and star-adorned black crepe dress.
Full Version: Descriptions Wanted
That... yeah, that is horrible. I can't find anything beyond that to say on the subject. I haven't played in a bit, though, and I've been playing with FreeBSD, and lost all my logs in the move. (backup? lolwut)
She is a beautiful Siren. A beautiful river of velvety black hair flows down this siren's back, spilling over her shoulders and tickling the small of her back. Her face is touched with delcate features, including narrow, black eyes with a seemingly constant look of skeptecism, and thin, full pink lips, framing her small mouth with a soft sensuality that glazes her complection. Her arms and shoulders are shaped with lean, feminine muscles, to match the firm curves of her bum and legs. A pair of round, overample G-Rated Koosh balls hang pleasantly from her chest, the shapely orbs bouncing carelessly about. From between her thighs reaches a long, thick, broom-- because only a true witch would spring this on an unsuspecting man who thinks he's about to score with a hot chick. She is completely naked.
@TethrynValis's posted description: Y....eah, losing faith in humanity as we speak.
QUOTE (Amunet @ Oct 5 2009, 02:57 PM) 
She is a beautiful Siren. A beautiful river of velvety black hair flows down this siren's back, spilling over her shoulders and tickling the small of her back. Her face is touched with delcate features, including narrow, black eyes with a seemingly constant look of skeptecism, and thin, full pink lips, framing her small mouth with a soft sensuality that glazes her complection. Her arms and shoulders are shaped with lean, feminine muscles, to match the firm curves of her bum and legs. A pair of round, overample G-Rated Koosh balls hang pleasantly from her chest, the shapely orbs bouncing carelessly about. From between her thighs reaches a long, thick, broom-- because only a true witch would spring this on an unsuspecting man who thinks he's about to score with a hot chick. She is completely naked.
Strange. I think the bolded irritates me more than the futa.
D: This thread requires flawless descriptions to dilute the world-devouring cosmic horror which is about to be spawned via subtle interactions between these abominations.
QUOTE (Amunet @ Oct 5 2009, 03:57 PM)
She is a beautiful Siren. A beautiful river of velvety black hair flows down this siren's back, spilling over her shoulders and tickling the small of her back. Her face is touched with delcate features, including narrow, black eyes with a seemingly constant look of skeptecism, and thin, full pink lips, framing her small mouth with a soft sensuality that glazes her complection. Her arms and shoulders are shaped with lean, feminine muscles, to match the firm curves of her bum and legs. A pair of round, overample G-Rated Koosh balls hang pleasantly from her chest, the shapely orbs bouncing carelessly about. From between her thighs reaches a long, thick, broom-- because only a true witch would spring this on an unsuspecting man who thinks he's about to score with a hot chick. She is completely naked.
I'd appreciate you not badmouth my characters whilst I am not banned, please.
QUOTE (Rynn @ Oct 5 2009, 09:15 PM)
QUOTE (Amunet @ Oct 5 2009, 02:57 PM)
She is a beautiful Siren. A beautiful river of velvety black hair flows down this siren's back, spilling over her shoulders and tickling the small of her back. Her face is touched with delcate features, including narrow, black eyes with a seemingly constant look of skeptecism, and thin, full pink lips, framing her small mouth with a soft sensuality that glazes her complection. Her arms and shoulders are shaped with lean, feminine muscles, to match the firm curves of her bum and legs. A pair of round, overample G-Rated Koosh balls hang pleasantly from her chest, the shapely orbs bouncing carelessly about. From between her thighs reaches a long, thick, broom-- because only a true witch would spring this on an unsuspecting man who thinks he's about to score with a hot chick. She is completely naked.
Strange. I think the bolded irritates me more than the futa.
I agree. Unfortunately, one more strike and I'm out. Knowing my luck, I'll probably get warned for using "Koosh" without the appropriate trademark symbol beside it.
QUOTE (Rynn @ Oct 6 2009, 04:15 AM)
Strange. I think the bolded irritates me more than the futa.
You have been inured to most things strange in the internet. That is perfectly fine.
And don't forget the...
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soft sensuality that glazes her complection.
QUOTE (Amunet @ Oct 5 2009, 03:57 PM)
She is a beautiful Siren. A beautiful river of velvety black hair flows down this siren's back, spilling over her shoulders and tickling the small of her back. Her face is touched with delcate features, including narrow, black eyes with a seemingly constant look of skeptecism, and thin, full pink lips, framing her small mouth with a soft sensuality that glazes her complection. Her arms and shoulders are shaped with lean, feminine muscles, to match the firm curves of her bum and legs. A pair of round, overample G-Rated Koosh balls hang pleasantly from her chest, the shapely orbs bouncing carelessly about. From between her thighs reaches a long, thick, broom-- because only a true witch would spring this on an unsuspecting man who thinks he's about to score with a hot chick. She is completely naked.
Hilarious.
I don't have the exact description now, but I saw a chick who took an entire paragraph to describe her face and all in all the description looked like it'd been raped by a thesaurus. Is that bad enough? >_>
QUOTE (Dinkybarrel @ Oct 6 2009, 07:53 AM)
I don't have the exact description now, but I saw a chick who took an entire paragraph to describe her face and all in all the description looked like it'd been raped by a thesaurus. Is that bad enough? >_>
I have to see this. $10 says she misused at least one word.
QUOTE (Amunet @ Oct 6 2009, 04:04 PM)
QUOTE (Dinkybarrel @ Oct 6 2009, 07:53 AM)
I don't have the exact description now, but I saw a chick who took an entire paragraph to describe her face and all in all the description looked like it'd been raped by a thesaurus. Is that bad enough? >_>
I have to see this. $10 says she misused at least one word.
I'd like to think more that she misused the whole DESCRIPTION system...just by using it.
He is a Mhun. Innes has dark deep blue eyes with light blur flecks running through them. He is tall almost 6 foot and.With hair that rests above his shoulders, a chocolate brown colour, vaguely with colours of cream running through them. A slightly tanned complexion.
QUOTE (Amunet @ Oct 6 2009, 07:04 PM)
QUOTE (Dinkybarrel @ Oct 6 2009, 07:53 AM)
I don't have the exact description now, but I saw a chick who took an entire paragraph to describe her face and all in all the description looked like it'd been raped by a thesaurus. Is that bad enough? >_>
I have to see this. $10 says she misused at least one word.
Well, I don't know about misusing words but thesaurus rape is definite
QUOTE
She is a stout Dwarf. Exquisite, palpable features meld effortlessly together
with a synergistic duo of keen intellect and esoteric empathy, gratifying both
her somatic, psychical and emotional needs as a sentient being. Outlandish
beauty graces her visage, drawing the immediate attention of an observer to her
countenance. Black as a moonless midnight sky, the larger-than-life oculars
holds no clue to her emotional state, as they gaze at you with unnerving intent;
the only hint of colour in the shimmering black pools, the reflections of
external sources. Adding yet another degree of exotic flair and serving to
complement the rounded smoothness of her peculiarly flat, dainty nose, is the
wide bridge between her eyes. Ochre alabaster skin, immaculate in composition,
exhibiting neither blemish nor deformity, is the perfect contrast to her vividly
crimson-coloured, voluminous lips. More often than not, a sinister grin can be
seen playing across her mouth, hinting at the dark desires milling in her
thoughts. Framing her short figure all the way to her ankles, in a halo of
brilliant white, is a cascade of shimmering locks. Like untamed stallions they
frolic and dash around her body, whipped into action by the gentlest of breezes.
Physically, this visually unordinary Dwarf disappointingly portrays a very
ordinary physique. Short of stature, with the majority of her curves hidden in
her stocky frame, she conforms to most of her kin, save for the indulgent belly
and profusion of body hair.
with a synergistic duo of keen intellect and esoteric empathy, gratifying both
her somatic, psychical and emotional needs as a sentient being. Outlandish
beauty graces her visage, drawing the immediate attention of an observer to her
countenance. Black as a moonless midnight sky, the larger-than-life oculars
holds no clue to her emotional state, as they gaze at you with unnerving intent;
the only hint of colour in the shimmering black pools, the reflections of
external sources. Adding yet another degree of exotic flair and serving to
complement the rounded smoothness of her peculiarly flat, dainty nose, is the
wide bridge between her eyes. Ochre alabaster skin, immaculate in composition,
exhibiting neither blemish nor deformity, is the perfect contrast to her vividly
crimson-coloured, voluminous lips. More often than not, a sinister grin can be
seen playing across her mouth, hinting at the dark desires milling in her
thoughts. Framing her short figure all the way to her ankles, in a halo of
brilliant white, is a cascade of shimmering locks. Like untamed stallions they
frolic and dash around her body, whipped into action by the gentlest of breezes.
Physically, this visually unordinary Dwarf disappointingly portrays a very
ordinary physique. Short of stature, with the majority of her curves hidden in
her stocky frame, she conforms to most of her kin, save for the indulgent belly
and profusion of body hair.
QUOTE (Dinkybarrel @ Oct 6 2009, 10:47 AM)
QUOTE (Amunet @ Oct 6 2009, 07:04 PM)
QUOTE (Dinkybarrel @ Oct 6 2009, 07:53 AM)
I don't have the exact description now, but I saw a chick who took an entire paragraph to describe her face and all in all the description looked like it'd been raped by a thesaurus. Is that bad enough? >_>
I have to see this. $10 says she misused at least one word.
Well, I don't know about misusing words but thesaurus rape is definite
QUOTE
She is a stout Dwarf. Exquisite, palpable features meld effortlessly together
with a synergistic duo of keen intellect and esoteric empathy, gratifying both
her somatic, psychical and emotional needs as a sentient being. Outlandish
beauty graces her visage, drawing the immediate attention of an observer to her
countenance. Black as a moonless midnight sky, the larger-than-life oculars
holds no clue to her emotional state, as they gaze at you with unnerving intent;
the only hint of colour in the shimmering black pools, the reflections of
external sources. Adding yet another degree of exotic flair and serving to
complement the rounded smoothness of her peculiarly flat, dainty nose, is the
wide bridge between her eyes. Ochre alabaster skin, immaculate in composition,
exhibiting neither blemish nor deformity, is the perfect contrast to her vividly
crimson-coloured, voluminous lips. More often than not, a sinister grin can be
seen playing across her mouth, hinting at the dark desires milling in her
thoughts. Framing her short figure all the way to her ankles, in a halo of
brilliant white, is a cascade of shimmering locks. Like untamed stallions they
frolic and dash around her body, whipped into action by the gentlest of breezes.
Physically, this visually unordinary Dwarf disappointingly portrays a very
ordinary physique. Short of stature, with the majority of her curves hidden in
her stocky frame, she conforms to most of her kin, save for the indulgent belly
and profusion of body hair.
with a synergistic duo of keen intellect and esoteric empathy, gratifying both
her somatic, psychical and emotional needs as a sentient being. Outlandish
beauty graces her visage, drawing the immediate attention of an observer to her
countenance. Black as a moonless midnight sky, the larger-than-life oculars
holds no clue to her emotional state, as they gaze at you with unnerving intent;
the only hint of colour in the shimmering black pools, the reflections of
external sources. Adding yet another degree of exotic flair and serving to
complement the rounded smoothness of her peculiarly flat, dainty nose, is the
wide bridge between her eyes. Ochre alabaster skin, immaculate in composition,
exhibiting neither blemish nor deformity, is the perfect contrast to her vividly
crimson-coloured, voluminous lips. More often than not, a sinister grin can be
seen playing across her mouth, hinting at the dark desires milling in her
thoughts. Framing her short figure all the way to her ankles, in a halo of
brilliant white, is a cascade of shimmering locks. Like untamed stallions they
frolic and dash around her body, whipped into action by the gentlest of breezes.
Physically, this visually unordinary Dwarf disappointingly portrays a very
ordinary physique. Short of stature, with the majority of her curves hidden in
her stocky frame, she conforms to most of her kin, save for the indulgent belly
and profusion of body hair.
Her face is smart? And empathetic?
How in hell does the fact that her features are smart and empathetic satisfy her needs? Is she some sort of narcissist?
Her eyes are larger than they really are. What.
Ochre (golden-yellow/yellow-brown) and alabaster (white)?
She's clearly possessed, what with dark desires and a sinister grin that don't stop even when she's asleep.
The "dancing hair" line is pretentious.
In the interest of being positive, I like that she's short and stocky, with lots of hair. But how is she still somehow stunningly beautiful to everyone despite that?
QUOTE (Quoren @ Oct 7 2009, 01:59 AM)
Ochre (golden-yellow/yellow-brown) and alabaster (white)?
The only defence I can give to this one is that impure alabaster isn't white but a kind of brown-ish colour. Normal people who don't believe in thesaurus rape usually just say 'tan' or 'dark complexion' though.
QUOTE (Dinkybarrel @ Oct 6 2009, 03:47 PM)
QUOTE (Amunet @ Oct 6 2009, 07:04 PM)
QUOTE (Dinkybarrel @ Oct 6 2009, 07:53 AM)
I don't have the exact description now, but I saw a chick who took an entire paragraph to describe her face and all in all the description looked like it'd been raped by a thesaurus. Is that bad enough? >_>
I have to see this. $10 says she misused at least one word.
Well, I don't know about misusing words but thesaurus rape is definite
QUOTE
She is a stout Dwarf. Exquisite, palpable features meld effortlessly together
with a synergistic duo of keen intellect and esoteric empathy, gratifying both
her somatic, psychical and emotional needs as a sentient being. Outlandish
beauty graces her visage, drawing the immediate attention of an observer to her
countenance. Black as a moonless midnight sky, the larger-than-life oculars
holds no clue to her emotional state, as they gaze at you with unnerving intent;
the only hint of colour in the shimmering black pools, the reflections of
external sources. Adding yet another degree of exotic flair and serving to
complement the rounded smoothness of her peculiarly flat, dainty nose, is the
wide bridge between her eyes. Ochre alabaster skin, immaculate in composition,
exhibiting neither blemish nor deformity, is the perfect contrast to her vividly
crimson-coloured, voluminous lips. More often than not, a sinister grin can be
seen playing across her mouth, hinting at the dark desires milling in her
thoughts. Framing her short figure all the way to her ankles, in a halo of
brilliant white, is a cascade of shimmering locks. Like untamed stallions they
frolic and dash around her body, whipped into action by the gentlest of breezes.
Physically, this visually unordinary Dwarf disappointingly portrays a very
ordinary physique. Short of stature, with the majority of her curves hidden in
her stocky frame, she conforms to most of her kin, save for the indulgent belly
and profusion of body hair.
with a synergistic duo of keen intellect and esoteric empathy, gratifying both
her somatic, psychical and emotional needs as a sentient being. Outlandish
beauty graces her visage, drawing the immediate attention of an observer to her
countenance. Black as a moonless midnight sky, the larger-than-life oculars
holds no clue to her emotional state, as they gaze at you with unnerving intent;
the only hint of colour in the shimmering black pools, the reflections of
external sources. Adding yet another degree of exotic flair and serving to
complement the rounded smoothness of her peculiarly flat, dainty nose, is the
wide bridge between her eyes. Ochre alabaster skin, immaculate in composition,
exhibiting neither blemish nor deformity, is the perfect contrast to her vividly
crimson-coloured, voluminous lips. More often than not, a sinister grin can be
seen playing across her mouth, hinting at the dark desires milling in her
thoughts. Framing her short figure all the way to her ankles, in a halo of
brilliant white, is a cascade of shimmering locks. Like untamed stallions they
frolic and dash around her body, whipped into action by the gentlest of breezes.
Physically, this visually unordinary Dwarf disappointingly portrays a very
ordinary physique. Short of stature, with the majority of her curves hidden in
her stocky frame, she conforms to most of her kin, save for the indulgent belly
and profusion of body hair.
Empathy is not a visible feature. Emotion is - from which you could possibly derive that someone has a sense of empathy. Unfortunately this dwarf displays no emotion.
Oculars are a singular grouping, they hold not holds.
How do you know what unnerves me?
Improper use of a semicolon.
How can they be shimmering if they are lightless?
Flat and dainty nose, hmm. No.
QUOTE (Dinkybarrel @ Oct 6 2009, 07:47 AM)
QUOTE (Amunet @ Oct 6 2009, 07:04 PM)
QUOTE (Dinkybarrel @ Oct 6 2009, 07:53 AM)
I don't have the exact description now, but I saw a chick who took an entire paragraph to describe her face and all in all the description looked like it'd been raped by a thesaurus. Is that bad enough? >_>
I have to see this. $10 says she misused at least one word.
Well, I don't know about misusing words but thesaurus rape is definite
QUOTE
She is a stout Dwarf. Exquisite, palpable features meld effortlessly together
with a synergistic duo of keen intellect and esoteric empathy, gratifying both
her somatic, psychical and emotional needs as a sentient being. Outlandish
beauty graces her visage, drawing the immediate attention of an observer to her
countenance. Black as a moonless midnight sky, the larger-than-life oculars
holds no clue to her emotional state, as they gaze at you with unnerving intent;
the only hint of colour in the shimmering black pools, the reflections of
external sources. Adding yet another degree of exotic flair and serving to
complement the rounded smoothness of her peculiarly flat, dainty nose, is the
wide bridge between her eyes. Ochre alabaster skin, immaculate in composition,
exhibiting neither blemish nor deformity, is the perfect contrast to her vividly
crimson-coloured, voluminous lips. More often than not, a sinister grin can be
seen playing across her mouth, hinting at the dark desires milling in her
thoughts. Framing her short figure all the way to her ankles, in a halo of
brilliant white, is a cascade of shimmering locks. Like untamed stallions they
frolic and dash around her body, whipped into action by the gentlest of breezes.
Physically, this visually unordinary Dwarf disappointingly portrays a very
ordinary physique. Short of stature, with the majority of her curves hidden in
her stocky frame, she conforms to most of her kin, save for the indulgent belly
and profusion of body hair.
with a synergistic duo of keen intellect and esoteric empathy, gratifying both
her somatic, psychical and emotional needs as a sentient being. Outlandish
beauty graces her visage, drawing the immediate attention of an observer to her
countenance. Black as a moonless midnight sky, the larger-than-life oculars
holds no clue to her emotional state, as they gaze at you with unnerving intent;
the only hint of colour in the shimmering black pools, the reflections of
external sources. Adding yet another degree of exotic flair and serving to
complement the rounded smoothness of her peculiarly flat, dainty nose, is the
wide bridge between her eyes. Ochre alabaster skin, immaculate in composition,
exhibiting neither blemish nor deformity, is the perfect contrast to her vividly
crimson-coloured, voluminous lips. More often than not, a sinister grin can be
seen playing across her mouth, hinting at the dark desires milling in her
thoughts. Framing her short figure all the way to her ankles, in a halo of
brilliant white, is a cascade of shimmering locks. Like untamed stallions they
frolic and dash around her body, whipped into action by the gentlest of breezes.
Physically, this visually unordinary Dwarf disappointingly portrays a very
ordinary physique. Short of stature, with the majority of her curves hidden in
her stocky frame, she conforms to most of her kin, save for the indulgent belly
and profusion of body hair.
I couldn't get past "esoteric empathy".
es·o·ter·ic
adj.
1. a. Intended for or understood by only a particular group: an esoteric cult. See Synonyms at mysterious.
b. Of or relating to that which is known by a restricted number of people.
2. a. Confined to a small group: esoteric interests.
b. Not publicly disclosed; confidential.
em·pa·thy
n.
1. Identification with and understanding of another's situation, feelings, and motives. See Synonyms at pity.
2. The attribution of one's own feelings to an object.
My head hurts now, I think I need to lie down.
Maybe she means she's only nice to a select group of people. 
How anyone will know this by looking at her... idk
How anyone will know this by looking at her... idk
QUOTE (Otha @ Oct 6 2009, 03:31 PM)
Improper use of a semicolon.
Grammar Nazi ragemode, activate!
QUOTE
the larger-than-life oculars
Larger than life = not alive = dead = apostate or Zombie
Wow, you guys sure are critical 
You should post your's.
Are you suggesting conscription in your signature?
She is a Mhun and is standing at a slender six feet tall. Her complexion is very
elegant but ghostly. The skin on her face is a nearly matching white to her
hair, saved only by a small tint of cream. This skin, like porcelain, frames two
emerald green eyes, enough to send shivers up the spine of the most daring. The
eyes are more firmly highlighted by black eyeliner and mascara applied liberally
about them, but very neatly. A slender nose leads to a pair of pale pink lips,
which seem to smirk almost constantly. Her long white hair is fastened into a
long ponytail, held high and falling to just above her waist. All else about her
is drowned in black fabric, except for a slight peak of cleavage exposed just
barely by her coat. She is wearing a suit of steel chain mail, leather
stiletto-heeled boots with silver chains, a long coat of night hues, a soft belt
of black silk, a soot-coloured journeyman's satchel, a soft, black leather
blouse with connected collar, shadowy assassin trousers, a canvas backpack, a
black raven feather earring through her left ear, shoulder-length black lace
gloves, and a studded, black leather collar.
elegant but ghostly. The skin on her face is a nearly matching white to her
hair, saved only by a small tint of cream. This skin, like porcelain, frames two
emerald green eyes, enough to send shivers up the spine of the most daring. The
eyes are more firmly highlighted by black eyeliner and mascara applied liberally
about them, but very neatly. A slender nose leads to a pair of pale pink lips,
which seem to smirk almost constantly. Her long white hair is fastened into a
long ponytail, held high and falling to just above her waist. All else about her
is drowned in black fabric, except for a slight peak of cleavage exposed just
barely by her coat. She is wearing a suit of steel chain mail, leather
stiletto-heeled boots with silver chains, a long coat of night hues, a soft belt
of black silk, a soot-coloured journeyman's satchel, a soft, black leather
blouse with connected collar, shadowy assassin trousers, a canvas backpack, a
black raven feather earring through her left ear, shoulder-length black lace
gloves, and a studded, black leather collar.
QUOTE (Amunet @ Oct 6 2009, 02:10 PM)
QUOTE (Otha @ Oct 6 2009, 03:31 PM)
Improper use of a semicolon.
Grammar Nazi ragemode, activate!
Oh -, run for your life.
She is a tiger-like Rajamala and is a tall slender lady, standing roughly at
five feet and seven inches. Long silky pink fur covers her body, some fur has
been neatly brushed to cover her deep sea blue eyes. The tip of her ears and
tail are covered in black fur, along with a few black stripes down her back. Her
round and perky breasts are covered in black fur that starts at the top of her
chest running down to the bottom of her stomach. Her body seem as if it was
perfectly carved by the gods, and her weight is evenly distributed throughout
her body. Rarely do you see her with out a cheerful smile on her face. She has a
unique personality, combined with playfulness, sweetness, and wisdom, but some
times she seem to have lost her mind. Hardly does she meet a stranger, for she
known by many, and rarely comes across someone she doesnt get along with. On the
outside she looks tough, but on the inside she sweet and fragile. She is wearing
a suit of ring mail, a silver stud through her right eyebrow, a fiery opal
engagement ring, a long black leather jacket embossed with a crown, a fine
leather backpack, a simple bone ring, a nose stud of silver and lapis lazuli
through her left nostril, a black onyx stud through her tongue, a silver stud
through her left eyebrow, a green and black pleated mini skirt, a green bodice
with butterfly wings, and an ebony artist's beret.
five feet and seven inches. Long silky pink fur covers her body, some fur has
been neatly brushed to cover her deep sea blue eyes. The tip of her ears and
tail are covered in black fur, along with a few black stripes down her back. Her
round and perky breasts are covered in black fur that starts at the top of her
chest running down to the bottom of her stomach. Her body seem as if it was
perfectly carved by the gods, and her weight is evenly distributed throughout
her body. Rarely do you see her with out a cheerful smile on her face. She has a
unique personality, combined with playfulness, sweetness, and wisdom, but some
times she seem to have lost her mind. Hardly does she meet a stranger, for she
known by many, and rarely comes across someone she doesnt get along with. On the
outside she looks tough, but on the inside she sweet and fragile. She is wearing
a suit of ring mail, a silver stud through her right eyebrow, a fiery opal
engagement ring, a long black leather jacket embossed with a crown, a fine
leather backpack, a simple bone ring, a nose stud of silver and lapis lazuli
through her left nostril, a black onyx stud through her tongue, a silver stud
through her left eyebrow, a green and black pleated mini skirt, a green bodice
with butterfly wings, and an ebony artist's beret.
QUOTE (Exelethril @ Oct 6 2009, 06:22 PM)
Are you suggesting conscription in your signature?
Actually, I'm suggesting that if you're a member of the Royal Guard, a city's army, get up off your ass and do something about the Mhaldorians outside. It shouldn't even have to be noted that a soldier's defense of his home is mandatory.
But conscription would be nice. Anything is better than sitting in a room and hoping you're far away and not a juicy enough target to get Mind Nulaydianced.
Every time we get raided it just makes me wish I was playing my Mhaltorian at the time.
See what I did there?
QUOTE (katia @ Oct 6 2009, 08:24 PM)
Her round and perky breasts are covered in black fur that starts at the top of her chest running down to the bottom of her stomach.
We need an all Raja, mudsex enforced, furry game. We'll call it, "Furcadia".
QUOTE (Balthazar @ Oct 7 2009, 01:34 AM)
QUOTE (Exelethril @ Oct 6 2009, 06:22 PM)
Are you suggesting conscription in your signature?
Actually, I'm suggesting that if you're a member of the Royal Guard, a city's army, get up off your ass and do something about the Mhaldorians outside. It shouldn't even have to be noted that a soldier's defense of his home is mandatory.
But conscription would be nice. Anything is better than sitting in a room and hoping you're far away and not a juicy enough target to get Mind Nulaydianced.
Every time we get raided it just makes me wish I was playing my Mhaltorian at the time.
See what I did there?
QUOTE (katia @ Oct 6 2009, 08:24 PM)
Her round and perky breasts are covered in black fur that starts at the top of her chest running down to the bottom of her stomach.
We need an all Raja, mudsex enforced, furry game. We'll call it,
Fixed for relevance.
Earth Eternal is proof that Matt really is a genius. Once he saw that his game had been infested with furry mudsexers, he hurried to create a graphical game in which they could be furry mudsexers with pretty pictures. A bit like draining a boil.
Or maybe a far less idealistic and more cynical interpretation is in order, I guess.
Or maybe a far less idealistic and more cynical interpretation is in order, I guess.
QUOTE (Quoren @ Oct 6 2009, 10:14 PM)
Earth Eternal is proof that Matt really is a genius. Once he saw that his game had been infested with furry mudsexers, he hurried to create a graphical game in which they could be furry mudsexers with pretty pictures. A bit like draining a boil.
Or maybe a far less idealistic and more cynical interpretation is in order, I guess.
Or maybe a far less idealistic and more cynical interpretation is in order, I guess.
Some how I doubt this will be the effect, more than likely it will attract more people. Who will then learn about IRE and things will go downhill.
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a tall slender lady, standing roughly at five feet and seven inches.
Done lol'd.
QUOTE (Balthazar @ Oct 6 2009, 06:34 PM)
Mind Nulaydianced
This made me laugh out loud. Thank you.
Also: play your Mhaldorian. Mhaldor has been turning alts into mains for 7 years now. This is what we do.
Katia, dare I ask if both those descs belong to Mhaldorians 
If so, you guys need to QC descs more than just seeing if they have the right number of lines.
If so, you guys need to QC descs more than just seeing if they have the right number of lines.
QUOTE (Nulaye @ Oct 7 2009, 04:33 AM)
Also: play your Mhaldorian. Mhaldor has been turning alts into mains for 7 years now. This is what we do.
I would, but all he has is a whip and a vial with curare. I hate bashing for gold
QUOTE (Nulaye @ Oct 6 2009, 11:33 PM)
QUOTE (Balthazar @ Oct 6 2009, 06:34 PM)
Mind Nulaydianced
This made me laugh out loud. Thank you.
Also: play your Mhaldorian. Mhaldor has been turning alts into mains for 7 years now. This is what we do.
He pretty much is my main. He's in Ebonfist, actually. He'll get killed from a stupid mistake bashing every once in awhile and I'll switch back to Balthazar, but then I'll see twenty people snuggling at Fish Street, none of whom want to spar, and I always come back to the City of Evil.
EDIT: I sat there and watched Fauscht eat that Radiance, if you remember the time I'm talking about a week or two ago. Just sat there and ate it.
QUOTE (Balthazar @ Oct 7 2009, 01:38 PM)
He pretty much is my main. He's in Ebonfist, actually. He'll get killed from a stupid mistake bashing every once in awhile and I'll switch back to Balthazar, but then I'll see twenty people snuggling at Fish Street, none of whom want to spar, and I always come back to the City of Evil.
Spar with you please? Been looking for a sparring partner once in a while.
QUOTE (Balthazar @ Oct 6 2009, 10:38 PM)
QUOTE (Nulaye @ Oct 6 2009, 11:33 PM)
QUOTE (Balthazar @ Oct 6 2009, 06:34 PM)
Mind Nulaydianced
This made me laugh out loud. Thank you.
Also: play your Mhaldorian. Mhaldor has been turning alts into mains for 7 years now. This is what we do.
He pretty much is my main. He's in Ebonfist, actually. He'll get killed from a stupid mistake bashing every once in awhile and I'll switch back to Balthazar, but then I'll see twenty people snuggling at Fish Street, none of whom want to spar, and I always come back to the City of Evil.
EDIT: I sat there and watched Fauscht eat that Radiance, if you remember the time I'm talking about a week or two ago. Just sat there and ate it.
Yeah that Nulayediance kinda effed my world up, I wasnt even paying that much attention at fish street and working on my statistics homework in that instance, unfortunately the powers that be tend to come and attack and I have to snap back into reality.
Oh well a little lost textp never killed anyone.
PS Nulaye chokes hurt really bad, Im just a squishy Atavian....its a pity im not into autoerotic asphyxiation.
I gotta give love to Mhaldor for dragging me out of Statistics to run around like a crazy person though.
QUOTE (Dinkybarrel @ Oct 7 2009, 06:08 AM)
Katia, dare I ask if both those descs belong to Mhaldorians If so, you guys need to QC descs more than just seeing if they have the right number of lines.
If so, you guys need to QC descs more than just seeing if they have the right number of lines. One's Mhaldorian, ones Hashani... though the mhaldorian is one of those people who has ben in every house/city combo and will likely not remain mhaldorian for long.
Not because of her appearance though.
Hey Mhaldor people. Stop stealing all of our good people, 'k? It's more fun when you have a useful and fun opponent rather than a drained and dessicated shell with only a few stubborn people holding on. 
QUOTE (Quoren @ Oct 7 2009, 08:28 AM)
Hey Mhaldor people. Stop stealing all of our good people, 'k? It's more fun when you have a useful and fun opponent rather than a drained and dessicated shell with only a few stubborn people holding on.
Hey, look on the bright side. You still have me in Eleusis, I'm sorta on your team!
QUOTE (Boz @ Oct 7 2009, 07:47 AM)
QUOTE (Quoren @ Oct 7 2009, 08:28 AM)
Hey Mhaldor people. Stop stealing all of our good people, 'k? It's more fun when you have a useful and fun opponent rather than a drained and dessicated shell with only a few stubborn people holding on.
Hey, look on the bright side. You still have me in Eleusis, I'm sorta on your team!
You suck at combat though
QUOTE (Quoren @ Oct 7 2009, 05:28 AM)
Hey Mhaldor people. Stop stealing all of our good people, 'k? It's more fun when you have a useful and fun opponent rather than a drained and dessicated shell with only a few stubborn people holding on.
I'd still be a Shallam person if Shallam spent less time fighting about which was better, Good or good or GOOD and more time like.. fighting Evil.
sigh.
I hear you. 
I could go in-depth about the concept of "good" attracting a younger and typically less-capable, less-mature crowd and thus tending to be a place of greater chaos. (Ironic, that.) That's why we try to communicate Good!=good as early as possible. It doesn't always work.
I could go in-depth about the concept of "good" attracting a younger and typically less-capable, less-mature crowd and thus tending to be a place of greater chaos. (Ironic, that.) That's why we try to communicate Good!=good as early as possible. It doesn't always work.
QUOTE (Quoren @ Oct 7 2009, 02:30 PM)
a place of greater chaos.
chaos != Chaos
(kekeke)
QUOTE (Nulaye @ Oct 7 2009, 06:54 PM)
QUOTE (Quoren @ Oct 7 2009, 05:28 AM)
Hey Mhaldor people. Stop stealing all of our good people, 'k? It's more fun when you have a useful and fun opponent rather than a drained and dessicated shell with only a few stubborn people holding on.
I'd still be a Shallam person if Shallam spent less time fighting about which was better, Good or good or GOOD and more time like.. fighting Evil.
sigh.
It sounds like a lot of quick thinking/strict training to pull off a "Good" militaristic state since Kindness and Compassion are usually bundled in there. I'm sure there are some ways to pull it off but from what I've collected from playing Naifos is that Mhaldor is the most unified city due to "Do or die" emersion and obedience through Oppression and Suffering. What I find amazing is that even though Mhaldor is Militaristic, it still has time "Or had time" to write so much about it's teachings... it's rather confusing.
On the Original topic:
What I find difficult about description is they infasize not describing clothing, but the other way around, what someones wearing a long sleeved shirt and someone mentions a tattoo? The only thing I find I can logically discribe is my overall frame, height, and what my face looks like. That leads to another question. How should one describe height? I've seen feet, centimeters, cubits, and I personally just go with a comparitive. Also, can we somehow come to an agreement on a race's anatomy? I've seen both reasons explaining why and why not Female members of races have a certain appendage. Does Iron realms have more pictures of males and females of each race?
You could change your description frequently, to match clothes that might cover or reveal certain features. If you don't feel like putting that much effort into your description, just be less specific, don't mention things that might be covered by clothes. You can always point out things like that through emotes or says if it's something significant. Alternatively, just don't wear clothes that might interfere with your description. If your description mentions an arm tattoo, don't buy a long-sleeved shirt.
According to help files, Achaea officially uses the imperial system (inches, feet, etc.) though official descriptions do use other things as well, so it's not very clear. Use whatever seems to fit best, I suppose.
For the anatomy of the less human races, there's almost always a denizen village/colony/group of that race somewhere for you to look at, to get an idea of what the designers think of their appearance.
According to help files, Achaea officially uses the imperial system (inches, feet, etc.) though official descriptions do use other things as well, so it's not very clear. Use whatever seems to fit best, I suppose.
For the anatomy of the less human races, there's almost always a denizen village/colony/group of that race somewhere for you to look at, to get an idea of what the designers think of their appearance.
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