Thursday, May 6, 2010

Wyler the Priest


Name: Wyler Pius Victor
Pronunciation: why-luhr
Title: N/A
Nickname(s): Wy
Age: 30 mortal years
Gender: Male
Height: 5 ft. 9 in.
Weight: 109 lbs.
Skin: Alabaster white
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Iridescent
Concept Date: April 26, 2010
Birthdate: ?
Birthplace: Lordaeron, The Eastern Kingdoms
Faction: Horde
Race: Undead/Forsaken
Alignment: Neutral Good

Guild: None
Allies: Barian, Rhathgryn
Family: None he is aware of...
Weapons: Staves, wands, 1h maces
Pet(s): Tenet the Cockroach
Occupation: Scribe, Botanist
Hobbies: Writing, reading, meditating/praying

Known Favorites: Mageroyal
Known Dislikes: Spiders

Character in 3 Words: Devout, Loud, Finicky.

History: While alive, Wyler had always said he had been blessed. He had been accepted as a missionary for the Church of Holy Light, done well in his classes towards priesthood, and had fully achieved the understanding and teachings of the Light's Virtues - respect, tenacity, and compassion.

Personality: Wyler is, in essence, a fanatic. His every move, every thought, is supposedly guided by the Light. While he frowns upon those who stop to stare at the sight of his decaying body, he often offers a prayer for those who give him a shiny copper coin.

Appearance: A bony corpse is all that remains of Wyler. Treacherous traveling while getting used to his new life after death has made the flesh around his elbows, toes, and knees unpleasantly fall off. His scalp was now bare, bereft of the thick chocolate locks that used to adorn it; he claims that the mice who had inhabited his crypt had found use for it in their nests. Thick stitches adorn his crown and temple where a "new" scalp has replaced his once-shaved head. When he first awoke in Deathknell, his jaw had gone missing, perhaps even stolen by a fellow priest who had come around before him. He eventually remedied the situation by visiting the Brill graveyard, stealing a mandible from a lifeless corpse that had been robbed of its possessions. His clothes are often ripped and unraveling; having been brought back to "life" has convinced him that looks aren't exactly everything.

A rather large cockroach can often be seen on his figure or at his feet - wherever he goes, she is never too far behind. Usually, she has to be dislodged from his body...

The bony, reanimated horse he travels upon is tall and spindly, lovingly dubbed "Bishop." A simple ragged halter with blinders and reins, as well as a worn saddle, garnish his pallid frame. Every now and then Wyler covers his [intact] back with a frayed blanket to protect him from maggots and other pests.

A large backpack, if not seen hanging from Bishop's saddle is often seen hanging from Wyler's shoulders. However, if undergoing a mission to cleanse an area, Wyler carries a simple, multi-pocket satchel from his belt. Among other knick-knacks that he totes around, a wand is often tucked into his robes, as well as a pocket prayer book.

Quirks:
  • His name means "wheel maker."
  • Tenet, Wyler's pet cockroach, has been with him since he was awoken in Deathknell. She had made herself a cozy home in his ribcage, and frankly refuses to leave.
  • He reached lvl 20 in 20 hours, 55 minutes.
  • His loyal steed was possibly a palomino...once.


Soundtrack:
01 | Era - Hymne
02 | Enigma - Traces (Light and Weight)
03 | X-Ray Dog - Come My Son
04 | X-Ray Dog - The Prophet
05 | Enigma - Endless Quest
06 | Era - The Mass
07 | Howard Shore - The Prophecy

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Friday, April 30, 2010

Greyer in Graphite - Part 2


Click to enlarge


10 hours of work put in [thus far]. About 6 different types of graphite pencils and 2 erasers. 18 in x 24 in.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Greyer in Graphite - Part 1



You've seen him in a stylized vector form and cartoon-ified into "one of the gang", now here he is being fleshed out in the first stages of the final project for my Rendering and Illustration class... Really need to fix his hairline, lol.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

WTB interesting stuff


Yeah, yeah... I know. ¬_¬;

Veton's 4 month Anniversary

So proud of her. :) Look at how much she's grown;
ready for Northrend, too.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

A Call to Arms

Gloria! Honorifice!
Glory! Honor!
Pralium facio.
Join the battle.
Animus!
Courage!
Gradio quo prodo!
By marching into death, we are delivered!
Inexcelsis precedo.
Excellence in the highest.
Bellator decerte
Warriors will fight to the death
Adversa
against all enemies.
Incurro, invadoria!
Attack, invade!
Desideratus fatum!
Welcome to your destiny!
Desideratus bellum!
Welcome to the war!


Click here for YouTube video/song!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

NE Rogue

► Name: Atellus
► Status: Temporary; practice for Greyer
► Server: Moon Guard
► Server Type: RP
► Time[s]: as early as 8 pm PST / 10 pm server time {TB and Moon Guard share time}


If for some reason, anyone needs a tank/healer, PLEASE feel free to shoot me a whisper {if I'm not in the SoP vent} if you'd like to group up or something.

I need an escape; to be honest, I'm in some sort of dark hole right now trying to get out of it.

Thanks,
- Rese

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Show Me the Way

Fire your guns,
It's time to run.
Blow me away
(I will stay in the mess I made)
After the fall,
We'll shake it off.
Show me the way.

Only the strongest will survive,
Lead me to heaven when we die;
I am the shadow on the wall,
I'll be the one to save us all...

Breaking Benjamin - "Blow me Away"




Welcome back, Lady Morntreader.

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Now playing: Breaking Benjamin - Blow Me Away
via FoxyTunes

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

...and so you stand...

...just as I left you; and, that makes me glad.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Truth

i miss coming home to a vent chat full of people, complaining about tanking, whining about gear, being concerned over sloppy pulls and wiping in raids, my 'tankadin training', counting emblems, and freaking out over killing the tiger boss in ZG...

it keeps my mind from falling apart as it is in its current state.

i hope to hear/see you all soon.

Monday, January 18, 2010

RP Table: Whimsi


Whimsi smiled as she scanned the horizon from Krasus' Landing. "Beautiful isn't it, Tumnus?" she said dreamily, speaking to the broad-striped tabby at her feet. The feline rubbed himself against her calves, his loose fur sticking to the woolen material of her robe. Dalaran had easily impressed her beyond her expectations. The fountains were beautiful, the nightly fee at the inns were affordable, the vendors were pleasant, and there was always something happening wherever one went - just the other day, Tumnus scampered off after a poor engineer's pet mechanical squirrel, and as Whimsi managed to get a hold of the playful feline, the engineer simply smiled and accepted her panicked apology without a problem...

She propped her head up with a hand as the rhythm of approaching dragons reached her ears, eventually ruffling her hair and sleeve hems as they soared over her to land. A loud hiss erupted from Tumnus' chest and Whimsi bent down to pick him up, relaxing his feeble frame from its arched position. "Oh shush, Mr. Grumpy," she cooed. "It's just a pro-to-drake. No need to get all huffy." She planted a kiss between his ears, above his brilliant golden eyes, "So silly, Tumnus." He let out a low, irritated meow and she set him down.

It was a good thing she didn't return her gaze to the skyline or she would have missed Tumnus' spontaneous dart for the stairways that lead into the city. "Tumnus!" she gasped. "Get back here!" Sprinting after her pet, she watched as he stopped in front of a perky pug, his fur bristling along his arched back. Whimsi quickly snatched him into her arms, but before she could scamper off like nothing had happened, the pug growled and yipped, catching its owner's attention. The undead priest slowly looked from the finely crafted boots up to the fur-adorned leg patches, the gaudy buckled belt, the dented chest piece, the large pauldrons... With her head fully tilted upward, her eyes finally came to rest upon the sight of a large, fearsome horned helmet that contained two frosty blue eyes, both of which were glaring down at her. Her eyes widened and she swallowed nervously as a breath of hot air shot from a vertical mouth opening in the helm, vaporizing and drifting upward in the frost-bitten air, "S-Sorry, sir... er... heh, we'll... we'll be going now." She squeaked the last few words of her sentence, but nevertheless managed to run off with Tumnus in one piece. Again, Dalaran had proven to be one of the most interesting places to call "home."