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Event Portraits

Started by LastingDawn, September 17, 2009, 12:24:20 pm

LastingDawn

Hmm, that looks about right. His normal portrait always looked rather content to me. Looking good Kage!
"Moment's anger can revert to joy,
sadness can be turned to delight.
A nation destroyed cannot be restored,
the dead brought back to life."

Art of War

Beta & Gretchen Forever!!!!

Kagebunji

Another one, I wanted him to be happy, but he looks rather sad. So this one is sad
  • Modding version: Other/Unknown

Cheetah

Gaffy happy? Isn't that impossible?

Current Projects:

mav

It doesn't make sense for his eyebrows to suddenly become so thin.

Kagebunji

Yeah, you are right, Cheetah, it IS impossible, hehe. Mav, I had problems with those eyebrows, it was hard giving him any good shape, so I made it pretty thin.
  • Modding version: Other/Unknown

LastingDawn

Yes, I think Sad makes more sense for Gafgarion, that video is a perfect representation of the kind of fellow Gafgarion is, haha!
"Moment's anger can revert to joy,
sadness can be turned to delight.
A nation destroyed cannot be restored,
the dead brought back to life."

Art of War

Beta & Gretchen Forever!!!!

Mari

The day I manage to transfer a lick of my sketch art talent to pixel art talent this will be my first stop. Provided I manage to do that before this whole game is finished!
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As the puppeteer pulls His strings,
The fragile doll spreads Her wings.
To dance a ballet as He directs
That is the Curse of the Marionette.

Controlled by a hand far, far above,
Forbidden to care, forbidden to love.
Forever shall She mime what She cannot know,
Until the day She loses her illusory glow.

Propped up on a stilt where wine once stood,
The Marionette is, once more, only wood.
Her glossy eyes have lost their shine,
Her silken hair, turned to twine.

What a fate awaits the poor little doll,
Who dances and runs but cannot stand at all.
And the puppeteer is applauded at the end of every show,
But the audience's joyous response the doll can never know.

I am but a doll on an endless stage,
Dancing for others whilst I slowly age.
My puppeteer sits far above,
Hiding His face behind a white glove.

And when I have aged to nothing but wood,
I will be tucked away in a closet where a doll once stood.
Then, as I gather dust and the world passes by,
I will be forgotten by the vast, blue sky.

LastingDawn

Heh, well any help you would be able to give would be much appreciated Mari, thank you for your pledge.
"Moment's anger can revert to joy,
sadness can be turned to delight.
A nation destroyed cannot be restored,
the dead brought back to life."

Art of War

Beta & Gretchen Forever!!!!

Mari

Of course, this project is the reason I joined the site!
..Though at the time I didn't know it was unfinished, haha. Been waiting ever since.

As for pixels, they really hate me. I used to work wonders with guild emblems on ragnarok online.
They were 24x24 256 colour, but it's amazing how detailed you can make 24x24!
If only I had my last one still, it's still in the game but I don't have the picture anymore.

{Edit: here are some examples of some emblems from the server I used to play. My emblem isn't on that list because I never bothered to level my guild, but there are still some nice ones!
http://www.reignonline.net/guildrank.php}

But the portraits and sprites here on FFT just hate me.
Sketch art is so much easier. =[
  • Modding version: Other/Unknown
As the puppeteer pulls His strings,
The fragile doll spreads Her wings.
To dance a ballet as He directs
That is the Curse of the Marionette.

Controlled by a hand far, far above,
Forbidden to care, forbidden to love.
Forever shall She mime what She cannot know,
Until the day She loses her illusory glow.

Propped up on a stilt where wine once stood,
The Marionette is, once more, only wood.
Her glossy eyes have lost their shine,
Her silken hair, turned to twine.

What a fate awaits the poor little doll,
Who dances and runs but cannot stand at all.
And the puppeteer is applauded at the end of every show,
But the audience's joyous response the doll can never know.

I am but a doll on an endless stage,
Dancing for others whilst I slowly age.
My puppeteer sits far above,
Hiding His face behind a white glove.

And when I have aged to nothing but wood,
I will be tucked away in a closet where a doll once stood.
Then, as I gather dust and the world passes by,
I will be forgotten by the vast, blue sky.