Aeds

Where'd you get those stats from? :T

Us PS3ers gotta stick together and make sure we have a home available to us upon release I don't wanna' be in the overflow RP server.....I want be with j0 guys! Also a good point Brin!

Ahaha. I'm sorry. Excuse me for a second but are people re-voting without realizing the REASON WE'RE DOING THIS? Lindblum right now is pretty much at capacity. It's likely you'll hit errors in CC trying to join, or the option to join just won't exist at all. I know people are set on this for one reason or another but the fact is at this moment there's a high probability you won't be able to make a character there. I know people don't necessarily care one way or another but for people who want to reserve their character name for release it could be a problem.

Oh. Well I mean for friends I guess that's ok. But maybe you should be a little more clear about that? Because it sounds like just ANYONE can join at the moment. You should write up a better manifesto so no one makes another mistake about this being another coalition! But I can see why someone would make the assumption!

So...it's an RP/Endgame/Casual coalition?

Had to take a break from commissions today, decided to draw a few people. Yerp.

That'd be awesome. I'd love to listen to your ideas and concept for what you want. :3 Sure send me a PM when you've got everything.

Ahaha! Sorry, US dollars.

I forget. Lemme check. 5 for a pencil-ish sketch 10-15 for a full body 20 for full body and color. My DA (Aedsu) has a lot more uh...examples of my artwork, no matter how dated. >:

It is mentioned in the text below my art that I do indeed do commissions. Fo' cash onlies though sorry sir. ):

Thank you very much guys! Means a lot to me. :cheer:

Why thank ya Captain.

Oh nooo~....It's set in the 80's.

I've been getting that "Nomura vibe" comment a lot lately. Maybe it's the subject. D8 I guess that's what my sketches turn into when I shut my brain off. It's not my typical style. Thanks guys! :3 Oh sure you can, drawing is easy. Colouring is hard.

I suppose I'll toss my uh, stuff in. Alright then. Well a bit of background then? Uhhhh. Currently I've been chipping slowly away at a few portfolio pieces. These aren't them. But I am very VERY interested in illustration and painting. Lately I've been drawing on a java based art platform that works like a very borked version of MSpaint with opacity. Since then I haven't mucked with photoshop so I'm really rusty in that department. I do a bit of art for the shell I'm in, I did the unfortunate ( joke ) sketch of the miqote on the T.A.L.E poster. And yeaaaah. So let's see what I've got around here to show. I haven't attempted anything serious, just really rough concept sketches for the shell and for my own personal use. I have a deviantArt, my user name is Aedsu presently, and I currently am accepting commissions so if there's anyone in your life that you know who would like art done for RP purposes or what not. 8'D

Raven started, but instantly cooled to the comforting baratone of Sanguine. A creature whose name could rend a man clear in two, but whom only brought her peace. "Aye, I apologize sire. I merely wished to set my eyes upon this new land. I'm...so far from home." It was certainly a sight greater than four crooked peeling walls and a damp deck, and her deep mournful eyes drank it in. She had been starved of fresh air for what felt like millennia. An inhuman thirst for change comparable only to the thirst her companion must suffer. A thirst that could never be sated. But oh she daren't complain about their poor lodgings, for she owed the man her life. Breathing deeply of her surroundings, lungs to full capacity. Ash, decay, and the effervescent scent of distress. It crackled through the atmosphere, and burned her throat and behind her eyes. A storm was approaching. Perhaps she shouldn't have wandered off. Clutching a palid hand loosely beneath her throat Raven caressed a silvery crescent shaped blemish. Cursed, no doubt, for what could leave a scar so clean and that shined so brightly against her milky skin? A souvenir from that fateful evening, an evening just like this. Lost for a moment, despondent with a skull full of homesickness for a family long gone, she did not notice the sudden and unexpected apperance of the aberrant man. An ethereal vapor swam powerfuly against her legs bringing along on its thick current an opaque swarm of lurid feathers. Raven shut her eyes to the onslaught, anxiously crying out the name of her protector.

The misted alleyway parted like stage curtains revealing a slender figure masquerading in an assortment of poorly arranged garments of leather and chains. A dark crimson cloak fluttered silently about the young woman's ankles, ignorant to her proximity to certain death. And it would not just be death to a single girl, but also the end to a glorious blood line. Yes, Raven Bludwyn, the last of the Bludwyns. Family slaughtered in their own beds. She took a moment to appear morose, wrapping her cloak more securely around her body, fending off some invisible draft composed of nightmarish memories. Where in Eorzea was Crimson Von Sanguine? She was simply defenseless without his dependable protection. Raven did her best to appear vigilant, but could not help an apprehensive glance now and then over her dark shoulder.