Hello and Welcome to my page. My name is Lillian--or Lilly, if you would prefer--I am an reasonably good artist; nothing amazing but it kinda suits me that way. I love to code though as you can see I'm a beginner, (don't worry this isn't the best I could do--I only had five minutes to put it together) and I'm also very interested in swordplay and I love tactical war games. (Not close up but the ones you direct plantoons of troops and get recourses and the like) Oh, and its my dream to become a 3D animator. :) Kind of an odd combination, but it fits me; as I said. I'm very much a dreamer and I'm constantly fiddeling around on Word and Phototshop. (especially word) I have four older sisters and one older brother, but me and my four-year-older sis are the only ones who still live at home. Music copyright midis(dot)mbif(dot)net. My stuff: My guild's webbie | My guild | My lookup | My best friend | My Art RP Stuff Custom drawn by lady_of_violets. ^^ Wait, wait. NO don't ask her for a drawing, and NO don't steal it (OR ELSE!)... PERIOD. Queen Lillian: Main Roleplay Character Gender: Female...o_0' Species: Mutant Vampire Appearance: Pale skin; jade-coloured eyes; black, waist-length hair; black flair pants with gold pattern up the left leg; black flair shirt with the same gold pattern up the left side; slim gold circlet on brow; green marks all over arms and face. Family: Sister: sogwayamashie15; Father: Count Daracula; Roleplaying: Open Brief History: When she was a baby she was bitten by a snake and she became a vampire. As a young teenager (in vampire years), Sloth kidnapped her and turned her into a mutant with his lab-ray; it covered her arms and face in scars though her mind resisted any sort of brain-twist that the ray usuallly caused. -to be continued- Kardac: Dragon Roleplay Gender: Male Species: Ice/Frost Dragon Draco occidentalis maritimus Appearance: Each scale is a translucent white surrounded by a thin blue rim. His claws are red and retractable, and a white horn grows out of the middle of his forehead. His eyes are pale blue with a super-thin outer rim of purple. When angered, his eyes turn black. A red strip runs from his noes tip to his horn the splits and travels down both sides of the neck, merging again at his Scapula to travel down his spine like a dorsal ridge until the end of his tail. Family: Open Roleplaying: Open/Neomail Me Brief History: Kardac, after being dumped by the boy who had raised him since egg, was rejected from The Academy on the basis of his dorsal ridge and the fact that he had no Human partner. -more soon- Falem Kdar: Creature Roleplay Gender: Male Species: Demon Wolf Appearance: Wolf like body; torn ears; spiked, tarnished emerald collar; four diagonal scars running from ear-tip to nose; ring of copper around back left paw; bushy tail with grean streaks; sallow reptlilian eyes. Family: Open Roleplaying: Groups/Boards Only Brief History: Has yet to start; now that I've created my character, time to go let the dogs out! Shasha Taylor: Creature Roleplay Gender: Female Species: Human Appearance: Tall; hooded black cloak with emerald swirls; high black boots with heels; dark red skirt with slit up the side for walking; green eyes; dark red short-sleeve shirt with chinese dragon wrapping around it; Family: Closed Roleplaying: Groups/Boards Only Breif History: Has yet to start; now that I've created my character, time to go let the dogs out! Queen Lillian It is incomplete I'm afraid, I'll finish it someday... Childhood I know nothing about her childhood except for that she was a normal baby until bitten by a snake. Teens Lillian sat cross legged on the floor, contemplating the small furry creature she held in her claws. It was a bat; one of those furry little devils that her body was mutated after. She felt no anger toward the bat for she enjoyed the position of power her fangs had given her. There was a noise over at the entrance of the cave and she looked up; releasing the young creature and baring her fangs. 'If it's another human,' she mentally promised herself, 'I swear I will eat it.' She crept silently to the cave mouth and with a powerful leap she launched herself out of the cave into the bright sunlight. She spread her wings and flew a few feet higher into the air; then dropped like a stone onto the human that was leaning against a tree. With a jolt, she realized the human was bound, gagged, and out cold. Spinning around in a panic, she found that five hideous creatures had crept silently up behind her and she screamed, throwing the unconscious human at them and launching herself up into the air. She didn't get far; they reached out there slimy, flaky claws and hung onto her wings as she slashed with claw and fang; but nothing did any good, they stretched her wing out tight and two more approached her thrashing body with a rope. Hold her!" One of them rasped out, picking up a large rock. She felt a sharp whack on her head and everything went black. Lillian came-to in a glaringly white room; her head feeling like tiny miners were diligently chipping away at it. She was lying spread-eagled on a table; her wrists, ankles and neck fastened securely to the cold metal. There were footsteps to her right and she turned her head, finding herself staring into the icy eyes of Doctor Frank Sloth. I doubt the Space Faerie will mind that I have captured you." He said softly, a greedy glint in his eye. Lillian bared her fangs at Sloth and strained against the straps; but he just laughed and tickled her under the chin. She snapped at his fingers and he quickly removed them, an eager, childish look on his face. "She'll do." He said, looking over her to the other side of the room. Lillian turned her head to see who he was talking to and blank shock covered her face. It was a Grundo; a Grundo unlike anything she had ever seen. Gigantic, nearly twice its normal size with a brutish, muscular body and a dull expression was on its face. 'Mutated!' She thought, horrified. 'What will I become?' Bring her to the ray." She distantly heard Sloth saying as her thoughts tumbled frantically over each other. The giant Grundo stomped over to the table and started dragging it towards the door but Sloth put a restraining finger on it's shoulder. "Put the wheels on first." The creature's face screwed up in confusion as if the long sentence had been too much for it's tiny brain. Sloth sighed and pushed a button on the side of the table and she could feel it rise up slightly as wheels came out of their hidden compartments. After being pushed through several long hallways, Lillian found herself in another bright white room. But in this one stacks upon stacks of machinery were everywhere, cords ran hither and thither about their feet and giant panels of buttons lined the walls. She watched as Sloth entered and began striding around the room checking buttons and displays; he seemed agitated about something. Carefully, Lillian started to ease her hand out of the chains while Sloth had his back to her. Suddenly a massive hand descended on her arm and giant, glaring eyes loomed over her; it was one of those awful Grundo things. Shuddering, she turned to watch Sloth as he gripped a large, red lever; she knew it was time. Lillian took a deep breath in, Sloth pulled it forwards and with an agonized scream she fell into unconsciousness. ***** Her hand moved slowly across the board and pushed a large button. She paused, undecided, then an order flowed easily into her mind. Red one... push the red one... good girl... She smiled at the praise, an odd warmth filling her. Her hand glided to the next button and she pressed it, feeling the praise again enter her body. But something was nagging her. She struggled against it, but a cold ache was pulling at her heart. She new she would not win. Harder, she fought to continue her job. What she was supposed to do. What she was meant to do. Another thought floated into her mind, one that was not hers. Why is there conflict? I gave you an order. Obey. Iciness filled her. Emptiness. The wonderful praise had left. Desperately, she tried to remember what had been said for her to do, but nothing came to her fingertips. Her claws. She looked down at them, something deep stirring within her. Anger. A stallion rearing and plunging in fury inside her skull. She looked up, and in the reflection on the metal board in front of her, she caught a distorted glimpse her head. It was covered it wires. Everything came back in a flood of sights and sounds, of memories and quiet fears. She reached up and jerked the apparatus off. Opening a dry mouth, she spoke to the empty room. "I am Lillian, a sentient being. Game's over, Sloth." There was a click from behind her and a door opened, the angry and slightly pale face of Dr. Sloth poking through. The Vampire, fastened by her legs and middle to a chair, snarled viciously at him. "You can take away my freedom, but my mind belongs to me!" Kardac I smiled easily. "Yes, Raz; I know." The female Dragon's claws shot out of their sheathes; a warning sign among frost dragons. "Do you?" she growled. "I don't think so." Oh?" I cocked my head. "And why not?" She leveled a claw at me. "Number one: You're still standing here after calling me 'Raz' instead of 'Commander'. Number two: You think Jho will come back. Number three: You have a giant red dorsal ridge that no one would want to sit on." My smile cracked a little. "But Jho-" Jho dumped you, Kardac," she snapped, but there was sympathy in her deep purple eyes. "He's not coming back." No," I said desperatly. "No he'll be back- just wait, he'll come for me." Commander Raz sighed sadly. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I really am. But I can't let you in without a human Rider." Slowly, I turned away; bitter tears in my eyes. All my hopes, my dreams, were suddenly being sucked away by a very fast waterspout. Without a noise I let the two tough-looking guards lead me out the exit. ***** A short, auburn-furred creature darted across my periphal vision and I twisted my neck around to see a long, foxlike tail disappear around a tall narrow building charictaristic of the slums of Onorian_ Intrigued, and with nothing better to do, I turned and followed it into the small alleyway. It was a tight squeeze, but by pulling my silver-blue wings in tight across my back I managed to fit without knocking any of the hanging human clothes from the ropes that were strung to and fro across the buildings leaning perilously inwards toward the gritty, blackened street. The creature was standing there at the end of the alley, sitting on it's hindpaws staring straight down the street at me. I paused, wondering at the wisdom of pursueing--into the more desperate area of the slums--a creature that clearly wanted me to follow it. An ear twitched in the direction of a small out-street and I tapped an ear with my paw, the universal 'Can I speak?' gesture of creatures in human areas. Both of the creature's ears laid flat against its skull; 'None are listening.' I was about to open my mouth when the creature double-tapped it's muzzel; 'Quiet.' I blinked and scratched my ear; 'Question!' The creature pawed the ground; 'Not here.' Its eyes darted about, then focused on the side-alley. It tapped the ground twice, then twitched its ear in that direction. I dragged two paws; 'Follow?' The small creature nodded, then darted off to the side and disappereared. I trotted towards the alley, eyes and ears alert to the slightest sound and shadow. -to be continued-