April 3, 2011 - 6:35pm — Graveyard
Updates 12/24/2011: Next Chapters Added
WARNING: Spoilers are likely to be found on this Bio as well as the Stories posted.
Roleplaying/Interactions are allowed on this blog or his Diary linked below. Feel free to RP with him if you desire. Human or Deer is fine ^^
I will, however, be extremely picky on RPs involving Jacques. Please, only advanced Roleplayers only, who are knowledged in the Final Fantasy 7 storyline (From Crisis Core to Advent Children)
This Bio is still a Work In Progress, Track if you will but be warned for many updates are to come~
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Please Note: Jacques is a FAN based character for the Final Fantasy 7 Series. A lot of his story is based around that Game/Story.
Another Note: Jacques himself is a character that is some... 5 or 6 years old, he's evolved since his initial creation as a 'Child of Sephiroth'
April 3, 2011 - 6:15pm — Burnshy
What I'm listenin' to today: "Run" by Snow Patrol.
This song really keeps my spirits up the song and the rhythm of the music. The sound is truly appealing. Especially the lyrics. Though I haven't been able to draw today, just staring at my blank sketchbook. v_v It's Sunday today and I have to get projects done. Which urm. Sucks. :c I'll just keep scanning the pictures and see where I get at that....
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If anyone is reading this, I'd be willing to pay for a decent drawing of my TEF character. :3
1-10$ at the most.
I have to finish this montage for a Skating Club so I won't be too active. Today's going to be a busy day for me.
... I hate school. ._.
<3
April 3, 2011 - 5:45pm — Rays
April 3, 2011 - 5:42pm — Shtampovala
Hello there,
I was wondering if there was anyway I could somehow use the Cyrillic alphabet in some of my writings, bios, ete.
My character, Chto, is only able to speak Russian, and up until now, I've been phonetically sounding out words and typing them out in the English alphabet, which can be a bit tedious and difficult.
I've tried to copy and paste out various letters to spell out certain words, but for some reason my computer won't register them, so a word like "Privyet" written in Russian instead turns into "????et".
This also goes for various symbols like the <3 symbol and other symbols, which have never worked for me.
Is there anyway I can fix this?
- Shtam
April 3, 2011 - 5:12pm — Enny005
Like you understand this is a question to Moon_Blaggy.
What's the name of your deer?
April 3, 2011 - 4:51pm — ForTwoLifetimes
Or alternately named:
In Which an Old Beast Dies and Cinch is warned.
This is the story of Cinch's first glimpse in to what Love is.
April 3, 2011 - 4:27pm — Enny005
Hi everybody!
Eagle is looking for a mate. I have seen that some people write in their deer bios "mate:...."
Do that mean something like girl\boyfriend? If yes, Eagle is looking for one now.
You can see Eagle
here
April 3, 2011 - 10:58am — z.m123
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April 3, 2011 - 9:29am — GloamingMerle
My fawn was born just a few days ago. Like most fawns, he is awkward, but eager to experiment. He's already flying! However, communication is slower going. He's mastered sniffing, bowing, laughing, dancing, and indicating when he has no earthly clue what someone is trying to say to him. *You sniff me, then nod your head... Do you recognize me? I don't recognize you...* How does one remember so many pictograms? *You scratch the ground then lay down... Are you making yourself comfortable? No... You get up, scratch the ground, and lay down again. I lay down beside you, then you stand up and nod before laying down again... I understand now, you want me to lie with you, but I'm young and impatient. There's no time to rest when there's so much to learn.* What's the business with mooing? *When I hear another deer call, near or far, I am compelled to answer, but the actual meaning is lost on me.* So many beautiful stags, with fancy pelts and regal antlers, all impermanent on my fawn. *I want to be big and lovely too.* No, really... How does one remember all those pictograms!? I try to draw them, but it's hard to get a clear view of them, especially when people keep moving around, and I have to keep readjusting myself for a better angle. *Yes, I am parallel deer parking by you, don't give me that funny look, I'm just trying to see that shining image above your head because I want to remember you...*
April 3, 2011 - 7:00am — BluedeerLegend18
I wrote a story with the rock hounds with Peirce, but Voice wants to kick some butt too.
As Voice took a glimpse at the lake's reflection, she saw that little silver circle in the sky. Some call it the "Moon". Voice galloped away from the pond and listened to the crickets singing. She could see some deer sleeping in soft patches of grass. Voice wished she could sleep right now. But she couldn't. Voice had a feeling there was trouble coming, and she couldn't sleep on a dark, dangerous, night.
Voice is a ghost. When she was alive she lived with her mother, father, and twin brother as a fawn. One day they found the father's dead body. When Voice grew up, she became more suspicious of her father's death. Then one day her brother killed her. It turned out her brother had killed her father.
Voice tried to search for what was causing her to get this feeling. The crickets' song was interrupted by a sound, like... something was hunting her. "Who's there?" she said, and when no one answered, she started assumed it was her imagination. "Run!" Suddenly, Voice felt something jump onto her back and biting deep into her throat. She screamed as she felt it being pulled off by another deer. Voice turned around and saw a deer with the real deer mask on and the peacock pelt, and he had really huge antlers. The stag was wrestling with a wolf skeleton, which had glowing yellow eyes and icky black stuff all over it. Suddenly she heard a crack, and a yellow crystal fell out of the skull's head. The crystal and the eyes went dim, and the bones scattered apart.
"What... was... th-that?" Voice whispered to the peacock stag. The stag faced her and said, "Rock Hound. A wolf skeleton. They are all after some bluebuck named Quad." he paused. "We better get out of here. Where there is one rock hound theres more." Voice nodded in agreement and they both galloped away.
Once they were sure they were far enough from the site, they searched for shelter.