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Thread: Free character art

Hi all. Freelance Animatorillustrator here looking to do some character design for your OC's. I'm better at and strongly prefer doing female characters but I can be persuaded to do males if they're interesting enough. Here's a link to my tumblr for examples of my work. If anyone isinterested in my services send me a pm with as detailed of a description of your character as possible. Not just physical give me attitude and whatnot too. Fair warning ahead of time I do have a life and work a lot, so I can't promise instant turn around times but a few days to a week is usually pretty realistic.
Thread: Tears of Laughter, Tears of Joy

Wynn was puzzled on the number of street names and signs about the large bustling city. Oh, she whimpered as she placed her hands on her hips. She looked around and noticed a very similar environment to her own home. Wow, its just like Deiru! And the decorations match my dress! she said a bit excitedly, but was still confused on why it was made that way. She furrowed her eyebrows in puzzlement and tried to think of her next step in finding her destination. All of a sudden, she heard someone say White Mage, making her jump lightly as she was surprised by the strong masculine voice in front of her. She didnt take notice of the large man, until he came right up to her very close, invading her normal, comfortable zone. She looked up hesitantly and swallowed hard as his strong features frightened her a bit however, she didnt want to be rude and so she smiled gently toward him, appreciating his welcome with a nod. Before she could answer his question, he introduced himself as one of the other jesters. Her mouth was partially open to speak, then went agape as she was shocked that he was the Red Jester of Brand. She didnt know what to say as her surprise was increased tenfold as he embraced her and kissed her on her cheek. Never has anyone done that to her from just meeting for the first time. She paniced and escaped his arms quickly with her face beat red. My apologies, sir, she bowed deeply. I am not used to such close greetings. She stood up a bit and looked up at him, then quickly veered her eyes away from his, too embarrassed to look at his handsome yet rough featured face. I am very, um, obliged that you will be my guide. It is my first time here and I have no clue where to go. I should thank the gods you are here. She smiled shyly as she bowed deeply again, trying to show her respect to him and deep apologies for being rude for not accepting his welcoming hug and kiss. Wynn stood up straight again and cleared her throat, And if I may ask, how were you able to recognize me so quickly? she squeaked from nervousness. She felt her face was still beat red from the previous embarrassment. Why did he hug and kiss me? I guess thats what everyone does in Brand, she thought to herself. Oh I bet he thinks I look like an idiot with my face looking like a ripe cherry. She hesitantly moved her eyes around, trying to distract herself with the scenery and to avoid any eye contact with Vuren.
Thread: Tears of Laughter, Tears of Joy

Greeting? Well he supposed one could see it that way... He laughed at how embarrassed she got over a little kiss. Vuren had forgotten just how fun devote White girls could be, and this one was awful cute, Well I saw you get off the train from Deiru, and you were in the special accommodations car they had, just for you. He told her with a grin, I just assumed and well, you confirmed it for me just now. So! Here you are, lost and alone in the big city eh? Good thing I'm here to help you. He hooked his arm around hers and began taking her into the city, The Festival is a city wide event lasting two weeks. The best jesters, He leaned over with a flat hand to his mouth, giving her an aside comment, That's us! then resumed his normal posture, Are gathered together to make the whole thing even more grand. Merchants from around the nation gather and sell trinkets they save just for this time of year. Those who own property doll things up real nice and the whole place is just abuzz with activity as people flood in to take a look! He grinned, It gives a nice flare of chaos to the usually tranquil capitol, as it becomes a massive show-boating contest. You and I are to meet with the other Jesters and start planning our performance. We all have suites in the Golden Palace. He pointed beyond the White District and jutting above the struts and walls was the ridiculously enormous palace, It's a prime example of excessive National-Scale dick waving. He stated casually on the off hand. You want to go straight there, or go look at some sights first?
Thread: Tears of Laughter, Tears of Joy

Wynn blinked when he started to explain himself and looked into his red eyes that seemed cold, yet gave an aura of passion in some weird way that she couldnt fully understand. She suddenly squeaked when Vuren hooked his arm around hers. Wait Before she could peep another word out, he started describing the magnificent place around her. She started to feel more at ease from his energy and his candid explanations. When he clarified them as being the best jesters, she couldnt help but give out a sweet and soft giggle. Ohh, I cant wait to meet the others! she squealed as she gave a little jump of excitement. Oh please, show me some other sites! Id love to see this beautiful place more before we go over there! she said as she pointed and started walking fast ahead a couple of feet and looked around in awe. She spun around in a circle letting her arms stretch out, causing her bright white dress to somewhat reflect the sunlight, making her shine along with her beautiful white hair. She gave out a happy soft laughter and came to a stop, losing her balance from all the sudden spinning from her immense emotion of excitement. Oh! she shrieked as she fell right on her bottom. She blushed extremely red as some people started laughing as they walked by. Her plump ass wasnt in pain, which she was grateful for, but even more grateful that her staff - which rested on her back with a help of a homemade strap - didnt break as well. She looked up at Vuren and hesitantly giggled, not sure if she should get up or just stay there, frozen in embarrassment.
Thread: Tears of Laughter, Tears of Joy

Watching her spin Vuren laughed, and laughed harder when she fell. Such a cheerful young one, Well, you're wasting no time in entertaining the populace. He reached down and took her by both arms, lifting her up and wrapping his arms around her, holding her back and pressing her up against him. He rested his forehead on hers for a moment and said in a low voice, I would like to show you Agora, the city beneath this city. It's not as splendid, to be sure, but it certainly is worth a look. What do you say? He asked, still holding her close, caressing her back.
Thread: Tears of Laughter, Tears of Joy

Wynn let out a little squeak as she was helped up by the strong Vuren, her fellow Jester. Th-thanks she stated quietly. Suddenly, she felt his arms wrap around her curvy, yet small frame, pulling her against him. She could feel his heavy armor prod against her soft supple skin underneath her thin expensive dress. Um She wasnt quite comfortable with all of this sudden closeness, but didnt want to offend him. I guess hes just used to being really touchy with others , she thought, then she imagined him being very close and touchy-feely with other women, which made her furrow her eyebrows a bit. Her thought was quickly interrupted when his forehead met hers. It sent a huge tingle throughout her body, never feeling such closeness with a man before. She swallowed hard and listened to his suggestion to explore the city of Agora which lied beneath the one they were standing on. Her eyes lit in delight for the adventure and smiled brightly, forgetting all about her previous thoughts and embarrassments. Yes, please! she squeaked, closing her eyes and smiling up to him, not noticing how close their faces were.
Thread: Tears of Laughter, Tears of Joy

Vuren laughed inwardly at how flustered his closeness made her. The Red Jester played his color straight. He found her rather pretty, and thus would take whatever liberties he felt like and acted on his impulses for immediate gratification. He regretted wearing his usual thick attire, which failed to give him the pleasure of any sensual contact as he held her against him. He returned her bright smile with one of his own, liking her enthusiasm. He let go of her and hooked elbows once again, Well then, we shall go to Agora! He declared and began taking her down the street as to access a means of descent. After some walking he desired some conversation, So, what do you do when you perform as a Jester? He asked.
Thread: Tears of Laughter, Tears of Joy

Wynn almost tripped as Vurens large strides led her away from the train station. She tried her best to keep his pace with their elbows hooked and looked around to see her environment. Wow , she thought, noticing the buildings were as high as the forest trees back at her home kingdom. Theyre just as tall as the palace! She was so marveled by the sights that she almost didnt hear his question. Oh! Um, I sing and She paused and thought about what else she did. I also do different things with my staff. Its the big thing hanging on my back, she tried to explain with a nervous giggle. She blinked her big curious eyes and looked up toward Vuren, noticing how handsome he was even in side-view. How about you? Im sure with whatever you do, you get lots of attention! She said and silently added, from women . She cleared her throat and blushed at the thought of him being a huge player. It made sense because of how comfortable he was handling females publicly. So, do you have a girlfriend? she asked before he answered. I mean Youre so great at communicating and stuff so I nevermind. She dismissed her question quickly before embarrassing herself further, feeling her cheeks temperature rise. There goes my face again. Gosh darnit! I cant keep my composure! I wish I learned how to manage in front of people like him! She sighed as she thought to herself. People who Im attracted to. She never felt any need to be attracted to the opposite sex before because of how busy she was preparing for each months show at Deiru. Then when she arrived here for the celebration, her encounter happened to be another Jester and on top of that, a man who was handsome and flirtatious.
Thread: Tears of Laughter, Tears of Joy

He chuckled, I know what a staff is, you need not explain that much. Between two of the buildings were stairs going down underground, I'm an expert in Pyromancy. I've invented numerous techniques myself to assist in my service as Jester of Brand. He spoke, answering her questions and responding to her comments in order. They soon arrived at a long row of lifts attached to the wall that could easily fit 20 people each, and the row of lifts seemed to go on forever in both directions, No, I do not. What do you mean by 'good at communicating'? He asked with an inquisitive brow raise. They got onto one of the lifts with a couple of other citizens and began going down slowly.
Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

Villagers gathered outside of the chapel doors. A royal wedding was to take place between both a princess from afar and their prince. The princess was said to be beautiful with the sweetest of dispositions. The only daughter to King Otho of Dwinmer. The Kings arranged the marriage, not only for the sake of their kingdoms, as a pact, but for the sake of the future king to be. The future looked grim with their Prince as he was. The only heir to the king. The subjects had their hopes on the princess. Praying that she could salvage their prince and have any effect on the sourness of his personality, but he could just as easily chew her up and spit her out. It was anyone's guess. Eola Delaroux's heart sunk. Her husband had not even bothered seeing her the day before the wedding. There were other princess' out there and she was doomed to wed him . She knew what he looked like and he was handsome, to say the least. Women threw themselves at him. He was rumored to be the worst of the worst. She had witnessed his open lewdness first hand. Never mind the royal title, he was arrogant, brutish and cared for no one but himself. Knights dashed down the hall. green orbs closed as the raven haired bride with the ivory skin prayed that her prince of a groom was a complete no show. Several royals occupied the chairs before the alter. The church was ornately decorated for the royal wedding so many awaited. The bride stood at the altar. A flowing white gown with the only color to her attire being a ruby nestled in the valley of her bust. Father David stood in his robes atop the alter with a bible in his hand as he conversed with a guard, hoping for an update on the where abouts of the groom. Eola could only hope that he would just out right refuse. The King gave him little to no options. No marriage, no kingdom. or so she was told. Could the arrogant prince defy his own King of a father? Eola's mother told her she had a duty to her new home and this was not for her but for the kingdom she was destined to rule. Funny since Eola was sure that her new husband would give her little say in the ruling of their kingdom. This was a disaster in the making. The princess never thought she would ever be so happy to have been stood up on her wedding day, but she may have spoken prematurely as knights were on the hunt for her groom. She would not be shocked if he was nesting i a bed of harlot, where he could stay, as far as Eola was concerned. She was neither a damsel in distress, nor a money hungry whore. If he showed up... if they were wed...she would not be broken.
Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

The tension in the room thickened with the King's displeasure of his son's late appearance. Eola was almost tempted to take a seat as time continued to laps. The murmur of the nobles that conversed amongst themselves, providing theories and spreading rumors, filled the , otherwise, silent air. Emerald eyes grew wide when the sound of a door opening reached her ears and they looked upon the sight of a royally clad... knight. This was not her husband to be. If Eola's memory served her correctly the man in question was Sir Tobias. Just as a sigh of relief was soon to leave soft pink lips, there he was. For a moment the thought of her pompous and selfish husband to be was erased at the sigh of him. Cleaned up and presentable. Reality dawned back on her once more and her eyes ripped away from the sight of him to look at the priests that stood ready at the alter for the longest of time with a smile and arms outstretched with a bible in one hand. Even as the prince spoke her eyes remained focused on Father David, who nodded and proceeded to get the ceremony started, finally. The urge to state her displeasure of this entire affair sat upon the tip of her tongue, which she bit back until the question of their unity was asked to the bride the question that would seal her fate. Eola tore her eyes from the Father and looked at the piercing blues of her prince. I do. Her voice laced with acceptance. How long would it be before she regretted uttering those words even more than she did now. This was not even the worse part. Her kind prince would not pass over the opportunity to take rightful advantage of what was his. Especially a woman. By this, she meant the consummation of their marriage. A thought that had chills dancing across her flesh, and not in the good way. Marriage for a kingdom. Was it all worth it? All this was placed upon assumption from appearances and rumors. Something Eola was not usually one to believe in. She could not bring herself to not live up to her role as the wife of a prince. Not once did she fear ever getting married. Father David asked for the rings and the princess' head Lady-in-Waiting and closest thing to a friend handed her the gold band. The golden haired maiden gave her mistress a reassuring look. Not looking all that elated about the situation herself. Lydia felt sorry for her princess. The young royal woman was brave to have gone through with such an arrangement without a fight. Eola did not even notice the ring being placed upon her finger. With an expression so calm, the turmoil of emotions running rampant within was almost hard to control. Finally Eola came back to reality in time for Father to have the bride and groom share a kiss and announce them husband and wife. The bride was hesitant on the simple task asked of her. Not out of intimidation of her newly appointed husband, no, but out of fear that she would not be able to fulfill what others hoped she could do.
Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

She had not meant to make it seem as though she were eager to consummate the wedding. Quite the contrary, she more time she could put between that inevitable moment, the better. His words were well chosen and perfectly versed. He was not the careless prince that she had expected, but that did not make her fawn over him. Eola graciously accepted her husband's offered arm and followed with his guidance. The festivities were wondrous. Both husband and wife took their rightful place at the center of the head table where she was happy to have her father at her side, who was seated next to her mother and her brother. Her eyes browsed long enough and she was rewarded with the sight of her Lady in waiting. While her family would surely leave after this affair, Lydia would be the one to remain at her side. The woman held her deepest of secrets and lent and ear when ever the princess had to vent. Her father held her hand placed a kiss upon his daughter's forehead, tickling her with the scruff of his bead and causing her to laugh, eliciting a smile from her mother in the process. They had their worries, but it was in their daughter's hands now. Princess Eola had only partaken of one goblet of wine with the reward of loosening her nerves. Why she found it so hard to relax at his side was beyond her. He had yet to be rude, but there was a noticeable coldness to him. Her brother, Degon, had caught her attention and made her laugh with a jest. They quarreled all too often, but he could read her like a book. She did not appear sad... but did she appear happy? Green orbs watched as he excused himself from the table and struck up a conversation with a lovely golden haired girl with striking blue eyes. She watched as her brother spoke a few words and got the girl to blush. With a kiss upon the hand he took her for a dance. That was what she had pictured in a prince. Though foolish a thought, it was not well to kill all hope in this harsh world. Charming, sweet, and loving. A guy that could make her feel like the only woman in his world. Again, such thoughts were not good. All thoughts were broken when her husband leaned in closer and asked if she care to dance or retire. Honestly, she cared for neither, but one did outweigh the other. I would love to dance, then I shall retire. Eola had danced countless times. Why would this be any different than those times? As always, she would follow the lead and listened as the music played on.
Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

A faint smirk touched the Prince's lips as his head dipped and he rose to his feet, offering down a hand to help his new wife to her feet and lead her toward the dance floor. Being able to dance had always served Nicholas well, more often than not he had swept a number of pretty girls off their feet as he twirled them about the floor before carrying them off up to his chambers. It was not this that had brought a smile to his lips, but Eola's response to his question. Did she seek to retire without her husband? Perhaps that was wise, it would give the lady some time to acquaint herself with her new living arrangements and allow Nicholas to.... well, there were a number of rather pretty young women he was yet to speak with. His eye wandered over the couples already occupying the dance floor as he led his wife to a suitable space and drew her close to him as he settled his hand upon the small of her back and presented the other for one of her own. Once again his dark eyes settled upon his bride, examining her rather intensely as he waited for her to take up the stance for the beginning of their dance. She certainly was pretty, Nicholas could not deny it, but he had not chosen her and he did not want her. His women were suitable for a night of steamy love making and nothing more, he had no use for a wife. A frown creased his brow as the Prince turned his face away from her, strong fingers curling about the delicate hand that settled against his palm and drew them both amidst the already dancing couples. Sir Tobias watched on solemnly, sipping from his tankard as he followed the movement of his Prince into the midst of the dance floor, barely paying attention to the boisterous laughter and drunken antics of his friends that sat about him. For tonight his Lord behaved himself, doing what was necessary to be deemed polite but little else. He wondered how well the beautiful young Eola would fair tonight when Nicholas claimed what was rightfully his, and there was no doubt he would do so. The knight could only hope that the Princess had prepared herself for that event, he had heard that the Prince was not always gentle during his love making. Regardless, as the newly wed couple disappeared amidst the crowd, Tobias drew his gaze away from the twirling figures and fixed it instead upon Lydia, taking note of how out of place she seemed. Taking one last mouthful of ale, the soldier excused himself and stepped free of the crowded bench to slowly and carefully circle the room. It took him a good few minutes to finally reach the Lady in waiting and he announced his arrival with a quiet cough, not wishing to startle her has she not witnessed his approach.