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  1. Noxryn
    Been missing for some reasons, some more reasonable than others.
     
    First few reasons: I was on vacation for a while after my school ended (I'll be a senior next year), and at the same time have been trying to find a job around here (none to be had, apparently), and trying to get my community service hours officially in and documented (more waiting for Pridefest to roll around, as their hours count double). Plus I've been chatting with a pretty close friend of mine off and on the last few weeks, and when he's on I generally devote all my time to him, which means no BZP and no games and so on and so forth.
     
    Second few reasons: I've been needing to get my hands on some books (Paradise Lost, Oliver Twist, Poisonwood Bible, etc...) for classes next year (except the first one, I simply want to read that). Otherwise, I've been nose deep in a MMORPG known as TERA Online, which I find incredibly fun despite all the things people complain about it for (namely the RNG, the lag with some things, the lack of content at the end of the game, and whatever "grind" they all yap about). Popped myself onto the RP Server as I was curious about it and so far that's been the nicest server the game has (PvP servers have the maturity level of spoiled toddlers). Haven't run into anyone my age really, save for two people, but I never noticed how many fathers/mothers play these games lol. (Also my avatar/sig are screenshots of the character I made, a high elf lancer~)
     
    Watched my guild leader die a bunch in one of the instances, was funny~
  2. Noxryn
    So I feel pretty bored right now, not bored enough to resort to this other blog entry idea (although I'll likely do that one tomorrow, or next week... I have Spring Break <<)
     
    Well, at the recommendation of someone (who I generally take recommendations from) I tried out this odd strange game known as Dungeons & Dragons. Before I only sorta had an idea of what it was, and by sorta I mean more like "I know that there are numbers involved..." and it took me a while to figure out what it actually is (because I'm dumb). There's a club for it at my school, but some of the people who I'm pretty sure go to it regularly kinda irk me so I didn't try it out earlier there (although now I might). What I did do, though, was go to a localish gaming store (also a coffee shop... quite a good one actually, even though I only had chai tea @_@) and I tried out the Encounters thingy ('cuz the person there mentioned that it was good for people who didn't have the most comprehensive grasp on how it worked).
     
    Apparently there were a lot of people there (I dunno how many people generally play these games, but their table caps were six and we had seven players), but they were all really nice to interact with. One person helped me out whenever I was all "okay, so, what do I do now..." and another person let me borrow some dice, and I think the game master was being nice to me 'cuz the first time I got hit by something I very nearly blew up ._.;;; (so he didn't play kill-the-magic-dude). Most of the people there were well over my age, like two were I'd say anywhere from 35 - 40 and one other person looked 50-60ish. There were two guys who looked more 20 - 24ish and the game master looked maybe 19 - 21ish. Either way, I'm pretty sure I was the youngest person there, even though I looked about as old as the latter two. (So they might've thought I was older as well, that happens to me a lot).
     
    (Also I thought the guy who sat across me was really cute, plus he had the most -amazing- hair /randominterjection <3)
     
    I came in on Chapter 2 (I think of 4... ?) with one of the pre-generated characters they had (which had fancy glossy cards that worked well with a dry erase marker), so I played Jarren the Mage who was represented with a bald dwarfy dude with a staff (although, some of the other miniatures looked really neat, some had a lot of detail especially considering how small the things are). I don't know what the title of the Encounter was, as I have horrid memory, but it basically consisted of doing some miscellaneous stuff and then a fight. (We chucked a corpse at a magic door that went boom).
     
    From the get-go I almost died in one hit (my luck sucks </3), but somehow survived and killed one thing and shot at a bunch of others. (I found the mage boring though, 'cuz I didn't really need to move anywhere... and I could hit anything anywhere on the map).
     
    It was a fun social experience though, and the game itself is fun. (I like the imagination needed to visualize everything, that and the creativity with doing things, plus it was a pretty good source of inspiration for drawings and writing a little). It was my first shot at a tabletop RPG and I had fun. (I bought two books the host recommended for new players, 'cuz I'll likely go again in the near future, and a set of dice so I don't have to mooch off people << [they're purpley with pink swirls... which was honestly why I bought them xP]).
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    That Time When

    By Noxryn,

    You write a 7,000 word profile and realize you can't use it because the species you want to use is a reward </3
     
    And then you keep adding stuff to the profile in delirium.
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    Games 'n Such

    By Noxryn,

    For such a long time people have hounded me to play Kingdom Hearts (well, any game in that franchise). So, being the completionist I am, I decided to start with the first game and go (in order) to the end. So far, I find it really fun -- some of the voices are a tad annoying, but that's just my ears being picky in all actuality. (Though a Mickey Mouse/Sephiroth scene I saw in a trailer for one of the games reeled me in).
     
    But it's been great fun breaking out my PS2 again, I missed it <3 (and I even have a memory card~)
     
    Didn't get much done with my writing, I wanted to transfer the next scene I wrote in a notebook into the word document, but I just wasn't feeling it.
     
    However, I am completely up-to-date with My Little Pony. (Also, Derpy is just fantastic).
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    Some Midnight Doodle

    By Noxryn,

    So I was pretty bored, watching some Hellsing stuff and felt like doodling in a sketchbook I had lying around. The character I doodled is Vayrael, who is currently a role playing character in Skylight, but before that started off as a character in a fledgling romance story I intended (and still intend) to write. I never wanted to use an image of a different character to aide in describing what he looks like, and I felt like my descriptions weren't cutting it (I also wanted to try other sets of hair as well, as I'm still a total newb to hair and practice is helpful). With this image, I'm mostly annoyed by how the eyepatch/cloth came out (it's like, a cloth over a patch that covers the whole of the eye), as the dark color from the pencil I was using (just a mechanical one, the one I use for school stuff) made it seem as if the two articles are one, though I've also simply never done something stretched across the face like that (nor did I have any references, though I didn't use any references doing this one as I was far too lazy to dig any up) so I didn't know precisely how it'd react, and it just came out looking off. I also have a beef with the eye, as I just couldn't get it right for some reason, though I'm mostly happy with how the facial structure and upper area of the hair came out. The necklace also came out awkward to me, but I wanted to include it due to how important it is to the character, as well as the history behind it (in the context of the story).
     
    Anyway, that's how I spent tthirty or so minutes.
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    A Dream I Once Had

    By Noxryn,

    It had been a cold night, snow on the ground and frost in the window. Instead of basking in the freezing embrace of the great outdoors, I instead chose to read things on the internet, in many cases, I found a bitter taste in my mouth. All too often I read as people complained about how unsuccessful they are in life, by comparing success to money, to fame, to glory and to all sorts of materialistic wishes and wants. People would harp on those who spent time to become successful in their own lives, such as Stephen King, Dean Koontz, James Cameron and a multitude of other individuals. So, quietly I pondered: what is success, how is it measured?
     
    I went to sleep with that puzzling question, wrapped under layers of warm blankets to assist my busy mind into a delicate slumber.
     
    Dreams have puzzled humans through the ages, some claimed them to be prophetic in nature, others believed that they were the wishes and wants of the subconscious, still others believed that dreams existed to help us think over problems in new ways, and others still believed dreams to be simulations as to prepare the human for life. I subscribe to no particular belief of what a dream is, for such a thing is too subjective and malleable to be categorized as such, but part of me leans to the idea that they can assist with problems, or perhaps simply show us what we may not have noticed before.
     
    And so before me, within this dream, a great hallway extended forth. A grand structure of gothic design, torches attached to the walls lighting the way, with the occasional stained glass window darkened with the nighttime sky. The faint smell of roses filled my nostrils as I steadily walked, feet falling softly upon a crimson carpet with gilded gold edges. The aroma was intoxicating, and I felt myself drawn towards the stately wooden door that rested at the end of the impossibly long hallway, beckoning.
     
    I place a hand upon the cold wood and push, the creaky door opening merely a crack before my senses were lambasted with more of that intoxicating scent. As I regain my composure I notice a young man who stood at the center of the circular room, leaning over a pensive. Wings as black as the moonless sky graced his lithe, yet powerful back and his flesh appeared a light purple. The clothing he wore appeared strange, something an Egyptian Pharoh may appear in, though upon this man it was made of leather, the covering around his waist reaching to the floor, and a single leather pauldron lashed to his shoulder, adorned with gold. Quietly he just turned his head to look at me, his eyes a deep emerald hue, and hair charmingly messy and as black as his wings. As a smile graced his lips, I could see the inklings of fangs, pearly white, as they were.
     
    Slowly he pulled himself to his full height, likely around six foot five, and stepped over to me. Lightly he placed his hands on my shoulders, fingers tipped with sharp ebony nails, and quietly spoke,
     
    "The most successful person, is he who dies with a genuine smile upon his lips."
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    Books And Shows

    By Noxryn,

    So, I started to watch Gravitation and I really am enjoying it so far. I can empathize a lot with Shindou Suichi, as he's likely how I would be if I were more of an extroverted person. I've also taken quite a liking to Yuki =3
     
    On the other hand, I also bought two books with some money from the holidays;
     
    - The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
    - Call Me by Your Name by Andre Aciman
     
    People kept recommending them to me, so now I bought them.
     
    Oh, and I also read this little short story posted on a different site I frequent, "A Christmas for Carol" (I feel stupid for not remembering the author), and it was just sweet and nice, with a touch of the usual clichedness that every holiday thing seems to have, that makes it more "of the season" <3
     
    I also didn't make a list of "what I got for the holidays" because I really didn't expect to get anything this year, and feel kinda guilty about receiving things, and... well, gifts aren't really what make the holidays "the holidays" to me. I like it when people are nicer to each other, and when being kind is being promoted and stuff.
     
    And after spending some time browsing around Amazon, if I had a boyfriend I'd totally get him a Kumagoro plushie ~
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    I Wanted One With Wings

    By Noxryn,

    But I'm terrible at taking good screenshots. So instead, I feel like posting one with the character pointing off in the obscure distance, hoping that one day, he will find a group who will let him finish some backed up stuff.
     
    And also, because Asmodians are best.
     



  14. Noxryn

    Aion

    By Noxryn,

    An MMORPG where I can actually create characters I have written for stories?
     
    With pretty pretty wings :3
     
    (everyone knows that Asmodians have the prettiest wings)
     
    /hookedonAion
  17. Noxryn
    Technically speaking, everyone of the class (over Fall Break) had been assigned to read a book written by Patricia Cornwell. Reason being, her novels are about law enforcement cases and by reading the novel we could come to an understanding of how these things, sometimes, go down -- the hours worked, the toll it takes on the investigators/forensic scientists, analysts, and medical examiners and so on and so forth. I, technically, chose to read Scarpetta.
     
    I never did.
     
    The synopsis of the novel I found was incredibly short, five lines or so, and I couldn't find much online information (I was using shortcuts because I procrastinated to the point where I wasn't going to read it, as I had found a more enticing novel to stick inside my brain). I wrote an 11 page report on this novel without so much as turning a page and working off what I gleaned from a very basic, short synopsis I found online.
     
    The end result?
     
    My rough draft (the one before we write the final draft) received a 400/400 and now I do not even have to do the final draft as, according to my instructor, there's very little to improve upon. To be fair, the basic idea behind the assignment was to be able to compare and contrast what is real and what is not, along with understanding how the characters behaved and why certain things happened. Personally, I have this record of receiving grades such as this for work I hardly put effort into, at least with essays, and I've even received an award from my school for one (I know, right?). Anyway, I'm not advocating this type of work ethic, but rather just gloating that my screw up turned into a success.
     
    Part of me wanted to read the novel for reading's sake, but I just can't get into that genre. I find it, largely, depressing and sometimes painful to read through, and it just doesn't entice me as much as other novels do. Problem was, I found a novel that fit my niche tastes and that overtook my reading time (until I had to read 104 pages of 1984 in one day...).
     
     
    But man, it feels like this year is going by so quickly. It's almost the second semester for my school, all of my notebooks are about to need replacing, I've already read two books for AP Lang and have done more than 10 case studies for AP Psychology, along with plenty of experiments. Maybe it feels like this because I joined a club? (Something I've never done before). Gives me something to look forwards to every week, and everyone there is really kind and fairly inclusive, plus my favorite art teacher (he let me experiment a lot when I was in his class, with ideas and stuff) lends us art supplies on occasion. I'm a bit saddened by how the posters are defaced and torn down, it's really disrespectful and incredibly rude towards those who spent their time to make the posters in the first place. (For reference, we've had five big posters -- one for each wing -- and only one remains, because I super-taped it to the wall after someone tore it down. We've had twenty fliers taped up as well, which were quite clearly torn down). I just wish there weren't people like that at my school, but there's nothing anyone can really do about it besides ignore and just fix things up.
     
    I suppose I just wish my fellow high schoolers were a bit more mature and grown up, rather than behaving like a gang of ten year olds.
     
    However, we (of the club) designed a new poster that will likely be laminated and hung up where a security camera can watch it, so if someone were to tear it down, we can figure out who it is and hand them over to the administration (this case falling under destruction of school property). It's a pretty poster though, an incredibly colorful puzzle put upon a white piece of cardboard, with all sorts of designs around it of every color they had in the art supply room. I just have a picture of the puzzle portion, but it's a pretty large file so I won't put it up in here.
  18. Noxryn
    So it's November and that means NaNoWriMo is upon everyone participating. I decided to forgo my original plans, and decided that I'm going to instead try writing this romance-type story I've been thinking about for the last few months. My first attempt at it just sucked, but I hadn't planned it, outlined it, or even put much thought into how I was to do everything (so inconsistencies were abundant, and some scenes were just written in a rush and sounded incredibly cliched). As of now I'm working on the introduction still, I redid my idea for chapter one (rewrote the outline for it), and I'm doing poorly in the "stop thinking of ancient Rome as ancient Greece" as my mind just fuses the two for some reason. Though, I think it sounds alright so far. The characters (not going to name them here, for a plethora of reasons) are distinctly different, but I do intend to alter their personalities in the first chapter (which takes place in England during the late 1880's) and I might make some liberal edits to history. Well, naturally I will be making edits to history as these two characters never existed in this type of a historical sense, and I'm fusing in some darker fantasy elements to make the story a tad more interesting for myself to write, and likely for others to read.
     
    One thing that will be altered fairly heavily is Jack the Ripper, I'm using this character because the main characters are involved with Scotland Yard and it'd throw in a more interesting conflict that could go just about any direction. After all, the Leather Apron can be anything pending on how it'd affect the story. I might exaggerate him some, throw in some other targets that aren't historically accurate and have some fun with it. I may remove the idea altogether if it ends up taking up too much of the story, or too much focus is put onto the case, or if it's just not fun to write, but right now I'm playing around with ideas to make the story more interesting and this is just but one of them.
     
    This introduction I'm writing is proving a bit hard and a tad painful, more "painful" in the sense that "this opening is soooo sappy and I can't help it because I know the end product might be worth it." The second half of the introduction will be more interesting, as our main characters do go from ancient Rome all the way to the late 1880's for some reason -- one explained in the introduction, though I can't really share it here for multiple reasons.
     
    Anyway, let's see how this turns out? Let's see if I even get past the first chapter, lol.
  21. Noxryn
    I originally typed out a very long, very detailed rant. I ranted about myself, really. I feel a little better for it, but not really. I wasn't going to post it, I knew that when I started. Part of me wanted to, just to let everyone into the way I think.
     
    But no.
     
    No one should have to read that thing.
     
    No one.
  23. Noxryn
    Basically, I finished up a photoshop project the week before spring break, and it turns out that I'm one of the only people who finished (even got critique and such from the teacher, who had no complaints), so now I have 45 minutes for the rest of the week to do whatever on the computer. It's pretty nice, if I do say so myself.
     
    That, and I finished a draft for an article a week before it was meant to be done, and now I have free time in that class as well.
     
    I feel so productive, being unproductive.
  24. Noxryn
    So I typed this up in some three minutes, did some minor editing to it, but I don't know what it is. Just kind of... whatever, I guess. Well, I sort of set it in a world I created.

     
     
     
    The sky, it is the color of ash. Snow twists and turns and tumbles and dances on its way towards the black and gray asphalt, the chilly air sending the magnificent flakes fluttering about whenever a breeze would pass. Standing just below the falling snow was a man, walking purposefully down the Æterian street, the gaslights lighting his way. The brim of his top-hat sagged with white, bits of snow falling and passing by his cold, green colored eyes.
     
    Clutched in a gloved hand was a cane, the silver top reflecting dimly in the light; the long, black shaft impaled the snow with each step the man took, his strides long and proud.
     
    Not too far in front of him there was a gathered crowd, not a single soul noticing the man as he approached, their eyes filled with terror as they regarded the scene unfolding before them. When the man began to fall into the crowd, his cold hand gripped the shoulders of those in his path, gently pushing them aside while he made his way to the front of the scene.
     
    The taste of fire met his lips, the heat of flame washing over his pale visage. Before him a building burned, crimson flames eating away at the delicate wooden structure. He grimaced, and then he started to approach the burning pile of wood, ignoring the heat, ignoring the danger and ignoring the shouts from those behind him.
     
    In the center of the unholy fire sat a creature, blackened robes wrapped tightly around its body in the fashion of a straight jacket. Over its face a metal mask had been nailed, no features present upon the its surface except for the tops of the nails that had been slammed in, that, and a blood red cross that reflected the fire’s fury.
     
    “Rise, beast.” The man commanded.
     
    Wings shot open, sending a blast of wind so powerful that it devoured the flames. Each feather the magnificent wings owned was made of metal, razor sharp to the touch, and as black as a starless night. Slowly, the creature pulled itself onto its lanky legs; long arms drifting slightly passed its knees, fingers elongated into fearsome claws.
     
    The black robe clung to its sickly body, draping the creature in what looked like shadow. Regardless, the masked abomination turned fully to face the man in the top-hat, standing a good head taller.
     
    “The Great High…” It said weakly, almost sadly, “… burns… burns with anger.” It muttered, bringing its hands up to its head, its claws digging into the flesh.
     
    “Regardless, it would be your time to leave this place, forsaken one. For you have been ordered to the pits of a most vile and insidious place. Archlial, I would suggest you leave now.” The man spoke firmly, a hand having disappeared into his long greatcoat.
     
    “Human… cannot understand the… the pain… suffering… there.” The Angel spoke, taking a step towards the man, hands open and out and speaking in a distant tone. “Take me… take me from… from here. Take. Take… Take me…” It begged, falling once more to its knees, its wings slowly wrapping around its pathetic form.
     
    “What do you mean?”
     
    “Gun… shoot me. KILL ME! KILL ME!” It cried, throwing its head back so the bloody cross faced the darkened sky, fingers gripping at the metal mask’s surface. “SHOOT!”
     
    “Your wish… is my command, bearer of death.” The man spoke softly, bringing out a silver revolver that looked more magnificent than any other. Words in a most skillful handwriting carved in the side, the lengthy barrel able to take quite a pummeling. Slowly, the man pointed the weapon at the begging abomination. “May your death be one merciful.” He spoke, slowly pulling the trigger moments later.
     
    A flash ripped through the night, a bang tearing into everyone’s ears. The round slammed into the creature’s head, tearing through the mask and blowing the flesh beneath to pieces. Crimson splattered the ground, coating the snow behind the lifeless body that had fallen. Before the man, the sad remains of the once beautiful creature lay dead, blood seeping into the ground as the body quickly decomposed, eaten by the earth itself.
     
    “May you rest in peace.” He spoke gently, returning the weapon to its proper place. He made an about face, leaving the scene as if nothing of interest had occurred.
     
  25. Noxryn

    Feathery Wings

    By Noxryn,

    I've absolutely fallen in love with this song, despite how sad it is.
     
    <3
     
    (Just an excerpt)
     

    "I'm trying to earn a set of feathery wings I wish I could protect you here
    Oh, please don't cry
    Now smile as you're standing
    At the edge of your life
    Your troubles are over
    Mine are just beginning
    I'm trying to earn a set of feathery wings
    To take me away from here
    Its me you leave behind
     
    If only I could have been there
    I’d be a hand for the sinking
    If only I could have been there
    I’d be a prayer for the dying
    See the pain etched in my face
     
    I’m so sick and tired of
    The taste of tears
    The sting of pain
    The smell of fear
    The sounds of crying
    As you're standing at the edge of your life
    What do you remember was it all you wanted"

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