Rascal~

@, Maybe when you've gone over everything, we'll have more ocs than we originally thought, which would be good.

@, Will you be updating everything in the op? I know that you're missing my oc and all that, who is also in the URM

@@Scribblegroove, They have no bloody clue. Of course the average human may have heard about Angels, demons, souls, and other superstitious stuff. But if anything, you got it off religious people who have no clue about what they are saying either. You may have heard of heaven and hell, but not of the Further The Train is part of everyday life, since it goes anyway, but humans never ever get onto the train and use it. Deem Mister Thomas as the 5th person ever to be on the train.

@, Death watched as the Demoness got onto a carriage, though of course it wasn't the one he was currently on. He was tempted to sigh in frustrations, of course she would get onto the wrong bloody carriage. But that didn't really matter, she was on the train, and he could grab her. So he made his way to the end of his carriage, opening the door that separated the two, and then hurried through into the carriage Nethlatia was on. She was still looking for a seat, and Death could see that some souls and lowly demons looking at her with a tad of lust. He didn't know too much about her, sure he heard whispers somewhere in some soul bar. But then you heard a lot of things about beautiful things in places like that. Death walked over to the Demoness, just before she started to pick out a seat to be for her trip. "Hey, Nethlatia? Yeah, you gotta come with me right now. Don't worry, we have a seat already saved for you."

Giving this thread another bump, we still need characters guys

@@Dovashy,@, @@Scribblegroove, Death waited for all of them to make their first comments, keeping track of the fact that the train had gone by the thin fabric zone. He was missing just one member, but he knew that the fates would bring them along onto the train when it got to her station. He had someone leaning on him, so he didn't do is usually forward lean in to address these people. So instead he leaned back a little further and wrapped an arm around the sleeping figure. "Mate, you ain't dead, yet. You, shut up. And my dear Angel, there is no time for warnings." Death had done a little hand gesture when he had spoken to each person, with their respective quip that he had for them. "I'm kinda sorry that I had to pull you guys from your everyday life by the neck, but this is something that can't possibly wait. Though it may have to wait another minute or so, we're missing just one person." The Sleeping person snuggled into Death's arms, though judging by the movement the sleeper was making, no wait, she woke up. A hand moved up and lifted the hoodie hiding her face back, revealing a nice looking young woman with brown hair cut short and soft brown eyes. Of course, she looked sleepy, since she had just woken up, but it was clear that the human girl was certainly fine with being in the arms of Death himself. She looked at them for a moment, then at the reaper, then back at the people in front of her. She didn't seem all that concerned, and if anything she was giving Death a bit of an annoyed look. In which he responded with a smile. @, "You three, stay here." Death had to look at them as he spoke, but then he detached himself and walked away from the small booth. The train was near the station, slowing down for it's stop. He could see the things waiting to get on board, and one of those things was a pretty nice looking demon, the exact demon that he was looking for.

@@Dovashy, Yeah, he is. Well when you gotta kill people for a living, might as well make their last moments okay.

@,@@Dovashy, I placed a human in between you two, or when Tia comes by and sits down. Just to, you know, keep some stirring at bay

@@Dovashy, I have no clue, he's your charge! Really it depends what country he lives in, so then his name fits with that.

@@Dovashy, Nah, I think he was right in his post. Cinder's character isn't on the train yet and your character was thrown in next to him.

@, I can either as well, I have names for both and all that. Really it depends on whether you want to be a dragon or a blind guy.

@, An oc of mine, she has a song that fits her almost perfectly. I just like to listen to it though when I'm in the mood, fit's with me very well too. @@Dovashy And I can't wait to read your post, I've been pretty happy with everyone's so far Though maybe @, if your talking to Scribbles maybe mention his name, just so we know that you are just talking to him.

@@thegoodhen, Yeah, I didn't think that it would actually work in real life. But in the Steampunk world, Anything with steam is possible! I'll have a look at the steam engine, but if anything the start of movement for the pistons to start heating up would probably be from just pouring water through the cogs. Thanks for coming along and helping out.

@, So I guess I am the blind man? And you be the female dragon? Or the other way around?

@, A mix of good old fire breathing lizard and shape changing. Of course, size is about Eragon Dragon sizes, so rideable and such. And when dragons change into humans, it takes a little time and some scales and horns and such stay with them.

Yes of course

So, I have had this idea for quite a while now in my head, and I just wish for it to come to life through a good old role play. Mainly the plot is: A young Blind man discovers a cave in the mountains above a village, he has come from a place really far away, and so decides to live or at least sleep for the night in the cave. In which he finds out that a female dragon lives inside the cave. Somewhere through their first meet, the dragon agrees for him to live there with her, and then they live together. Soon enough, the man falls in love with her, since she is actually quite nice and her voice is the most beautiful thing he has ever heard. That's pretty much it that I have for the plot right now. I would like to have someone who was good in the whole writing and rping department, and that not to expect posts at every hour or something. Maybe once a day, and defintaly 3 times a week.

It was perfect cinders, I can't wait for everyone to respond so we can pick you up

So, I've needed to start a list of all the art I need to do. These are all currently requests, so of course if I get a commission then that gets top priority. Design Requests 1. Parasol: poison dart 2. Parasol: pistol 3. Parasol: flip knife 4. Leg brace -For Me 5. Ankle/lower leg brace -For Me 6. Top-hat with compartments 7. Moving Focus glasses 8. The Arse side of Kelsi’s character 9. The Inventor’s Arse side -For Me Proper Colour Requests 1. Parasol 2. Top-hat They are all non-pony, all steampunky stuff. If you want to request something, I may add it to my list and then I'll post the finished thing in my SteamPunk thread. But Maybe. Or you could always go here: http://mlpforums.com/topic/100967-rascals-cheap-commissions/

@,@@Scribblegroove, MY MOTHER STOOOOOP MEEEEE Don't worry, I'm going to finish the epic and very large post, its just last night my ma caught me on the computer after bed time because I was just so engrossed and wasn't looking at the time right. @@Dovashy, @, @@Scribblegroove, http://mlpforums.com/topic/101637-the-four/#entry2751220 And there we go, let's get this party started. You can start where I've left ya, or you can start just a little before I pulled you from your starting spots. @, I didn't include you in the first post because you're on the next station, which we should arrive soon. You can still post, and I'll make sure to not let any info slide while your character isn't there.

The universe has been thrown out of it's balance, in all it's unfathomable power and infinity, it can be fragile in so many ways. But there is more to the universe that we can perceive, for some they only know of one world and only the rules of that one, for others their knowledge is greater but ultimately that knowledge is flawed. One thing that no one can understand is, why must the universe look for help amongst the living that reside in it, when it is all powerful. But that does not matter, for many do not know and will never learn that universe is incapable of helping itself, for those who do save their world are ultimately doing it for the people they know, and not such a big picture. This time around though, the stakes are higher than they have ever been before. So high that, the universe has needed to call upon those that represent the Four realms to save it. Powers greater than anything known before are now in play, and now, the race has begun. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ​Death sat in the comfy booth of the train. It was a steam engine train, and one that still had the garnishings of when steam trains were first built. The seats were a nice maroon colour, with the walls being a cream, and little patterns could be seen within the fabrics of the seats and curtains. Though Death was not admiring his surroundings, there was no point to study something he had studied a million times over. Though he was mindful of the small body leaning against him with their red hoodie up, which was faded, yet still stuck out with his black long trench coat that he was wearing. Death was waiting for a thin moment of time where he could literally throw out his arm and catch someone through space. He knew that the sleeping person next to him would ultimately wake with that action, but at least then they would wake up for once. He watched the blackness as they passed through the realm that was the Further, trying to understand what he could possibly say to the people who was going to grab. He had received a feeling that was certainly a message, he didn't know who from, but it was powerful enough to get him doing this little mission. He watched, and he waited, for that moment when he could grab all the people that he needed. Which came soon after is little ponder. He quickly got up, which made the sleeper move to lean on the wall next to them. And then stuck up his hand a little down and to the left, though instead of his hand just being there, it went through an invisible portal, and other end grabbed the scruff of a certain soul watching children play in a park. @ This action was less than a second, but Death grabbed the souls from his bench from the neck, and pulled him through the portal, which opened up for the bigger load to come through. Though to anyone watching this, included the two involved, it looked a little weird since it looked as though someone had pulled another someone from thin air! Death placed him on the other side of the sitting booth, making sure not to hurt the soul by being too rough or throwing him on the table that was there. Death didn't look back at him though, as he still had others to collect. @@Dovashy This time, when he had to plunge his hand through the weakest point in the fabric of reality, Death aimed his hand a little to the right, and then plunged it into invisibility. This time around, Death's hand got a good grip on the back of an angel's neck, and quickly pulled her through so he didn't accidentally choke her. The Angel sat next to the Spirit, and Death went back to his fetching before he lost his chance to get who he needed. @@Scribblegroove This time, Death had to through the floor of the Car, in between his legs. And the same thing like the others happened, through Death got a good grip on the back of the human's shirt, so his little magically influenced throw to get him on the seat wasn't as hectic as the Angel's rise. Death went back to his seat opposite them, waiting for the newest arrivals to get out of the small shock they may have gone through on the way in. And once again the sleepy person beside him leaned back over to sleep on his shoulder.

@@Wolfe, I would love to start with the party we already have

@@Kay Dreamer, Thank you, I've been trying to get some advice/critique on it for a while now. @@Sir Wulfington, You know what? You would probably be more helpful actually going to art threads and pointing out flaws that you can see. I like to think that you started this tourtial endevour because you took a look, and what you say was horrible. I agree, you have no clue how many times I've had to just beg and complain to another artist to get them to help me because it seems no one else does, or like this time around someone came by and helped out. You may be better help actually practicing writing up critiques and helping out artists with their techniques, then maybe go and write a tutorial.

@@A.V., Impractical? More like idiotic in my eyes. He's trying to show others how to do techniques and skills in the trade, and then he comes up with that step. I'm sorry, but all reputation for how good it may or may not be has gone through the window, I would possibly through the book out if it were one, or use it to burn in the winter, which I think I would do in this cold.

When I first read the original post weeks ago, I got the disdain feeling that it wasn't much of a tutorial, just more like a dump of information that an experienced artist could probably pick through, if they understood what was going on. A tutorial is made to inform someone, usually in a skill or action, so that they may learn. It's kinda like teaching, but it's the textbook, and for most cases this stuff is online. So, since it's kinda like teaching, you gotta have teaching elements. So I'm Kay's side with all the points she is trying to make, You mister Wulfington, would probably be the worst teacher ever. As I read the first post now, yeah it's better structured and such, but I still feel like giving this to someone who doesn't already have an understanding of these things might be a little on the pointless side. Your very blunt, which sometimes doesn't matter, but most of the information you placed down would not be helpful unless someone already knew these things with at least a basic understanding. An artist may be trying to learn all these things, but it would be too difficult to decipher what you are talking about exactly. And when I saw an artist, I mean your ideal artist that you have in your head, someone who is trying to pursue this art and will try as hard as possible to do it. Like the metal about the metal shading, I know shading, I can do it. Though I've recently started learning how to draw metal and such and learn how to do the steps with any other piece, on a piece with some metal. That explanation you gave, well I couldn't understand a word you were saying, it wasn't making all that much sense, and I do understand shading. ^ Right there, a learning artist trying to achieve and get better with her own work, trying extremely hard to improve, and this example has proved that this word dump doesn't work all that well. Also, I think I hate this paragraph, even more than the forced encouragement at the end of your first post. You know what's a common trait in newbies? Thinking they can do everything with perfect lines. You know what's a common trait in newbies? Thinking they can do everything in one stroke. You know what's a common trait in newbies? Not. Bloody. Sketching. If you want to draw anything, with at least a trace of effort and value, you sketch that piece of work. It doesn't matter if you're drawing a cartoon punk skunk for a friend, or drawing a friend as a pony for fun, or drawing little eyes in math. If you did not sketch it, then it ain't worth anything, it is worth nothing. You can feel no pride, no feeling of accomplishment, that piece is worthless. I don't care if you think drawing multiple lines for sketching is bad, or looks shitty, or something else you're gonna pull up. If you do not sketch, then you have a worthless piece of art on your hands, made by your hands. I personally love to see sketches, I think it shows a lot more character and looks more beautiful than a finished artwork, or even just simple lineart. And you know what? Sometimes it is better, sometimes the sketch is better than the finished piece. You know what? I'll put up my own art on the line here. Guess what, that used that scratch line technique, that is a sketch I posted a couple of days ago, I'm still not finished with everything, but it is so much better than what I would have come up with, with one stroke. So, I'm not going to test out everything else you posted in that post, but judging by the fact that you are telling people to literally stop one of the fundamental steps in drawing art. Well, what kind of message is that sending out to people? I ain't going to keep reading and taking advice from that.