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About Nebiros

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  • Birthday 08/15/1990

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    Starkiller Base
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    Being fandom trash 24/7.
    Ask me about how much I love Kylo Ren (don't actually.)
  1. Yu-Gi-Oh! - Guild-style

    Blinking once, twice, three times, Nebiros immediately tripped over her words and then chose to pause in what had been her crash-course on the… new? No. Old monsters, as the play button had apparently been hit on the Mansion's universe. She looked around, taking in the entirety of the arena, the damage to the arena, and what could be seen of the surrounding area. Truly nothing had changed. Business as usual with old Guild-pausing-shenanigans. A rather confused expression, blinking red eyes and a hand wave filled Nebiros’ immediate line-of-sight as Sayuri tried to regain Nebiros’ attention. “Uhm… Hello? Earth to Nebiros...?” “… hey. Don’t uh. Don’t mind me. Um. Yeah. Dragunity, heart of the cards, stuff and junk! You’ll do fine!” Nebiros said with a large smile, patting Sayuri on the shoulder. Said pat containing not a single ounce of confidence in it. Sayuri frowned and her eyes narrowed as she recognized something was up, although she didn't want to bother questioning it. Meanwhile, Nebiros wouldn’t openly admit it, especially now as nothing was supposed to have changed, but she had completely forgotten how to even play Dragunities. She had angrily left the game years ago immediately following Dragon Ravine landing itself on the Forbidden list. How. Dare. They. Sayuri was completely on her own for this one. Hopefully, for her own sake, she’d catch on. Honestly, no matter how she did, if she got out Leyvaten, hearing the dragon’s roar echo across the Mansion’s grounds would be satisfying enough for everybody. “Alright, okay. Just a trial by fire. No big deal." Turning on the spot and facing Ryuenjin, Sayuri took a breath and gave a quick, determined nod to her opponent. "I'm good. LET’S DO THIS!” she exclaimed, excitedly shuffling what was now, as far as Nebiros cared, entirely her deck. Nebiros made her way back to the sidelines, flopped herself down in a seat, and turned her attention to Rift. “So, uh. I vote we just let them whip cards at each other, sans our input.”
  2. Good lordy, 80 for something that should be 30?? YIKES. That's rough, my dude. As for your doodles: Good. Keep doing that until you go crazy. And then once you've gone crazy, keep doing it. If you spend just a little bit of time every day doing a doodle or two you'll see improvements. The best one on the sheet is that... I'm assuming it's a Goblin or a Troll in the bottom left? It's definitely the most polished. You also look like you already have the basics down for human facial and body proportions, which is good and simply needs to be built upon. Perspective needs work, but perspective is hard anyway and 20 years later I can admit that I still don't have it down. If you want some... not quite lessons, but examples, like watching people DO their art, or talking to you ABOUT art, I recommend CubeBrush, RossDraws, and Sycra on Youtube. They have good advice and techniques that may help put you on a good path. Anywho. Happy to help where I can. Drawing has pretty much been my life. I can't teach you, but I can try to push you in the proper directions to better your craft.
  3. TL;DR: Art Academy is worth your time. It will be able to help you out with obtaining the basics of art in an entertaining way. Long answer: Firstly: Rift linked me to this post due to my art background. I figured I'd rise from the ashes log in and chime in with something because honestly? The timer on this post while I'm writing this is like 15 hours ago and nobody has said anything. I honestly have no experience with the Art Academy games as I can... already... draw? So feel free to take all of this with a grain of salt. Secondly: I've never used MaximusCard. I cannot in good conscious tell you to go for it, even though I'm sure it's safe and you shouldn't get burned. If the option is there for you to take and you think it's worth it, I'm not gonna say 'no'. Now. Having watched the Game Grumps play Pokemon Art Academy, and looking up to Ross O'Donovan as one of my many art-senpais, I fully back his opinion of the Art Academy games: If you're able to take the lessons in Art Academy seriously you should walk away with a decent foundation. You can then take what you've learned and apply those lessons to IRL mediums with a degree of success. The rest, such as your style, composition skill, etc. will be totally on you to learn over time. This will be the real test of your focus. Art Academy isn't going to turn you into an art sensation overnight, so you still have to be willing to practise outside of the game, and I can guarantee you will get frustrated like you've never been frustrated before. Don't let this deter you if you really want to art. TBH, if it wasn't for you having a hard time focusing, I'd straight up just tell you to save your money, pick up a pencil/pen/tablet stylus, and start seeing what you come up with through mimicking other artists who you admire. While it's not the best way to learn, as you'll wind up learning all of the mistakes of those artists as well, it's possibly the fastest way to pick up something I assure you.
  4. Nebiros jumped up from behind the counter as Code leaped for cover through the gunfire coming from the thugs, and fired the shot in her pistol at one of thugs with deadly accuracy to his forehead. Immediately returning to her crouched stance, her attention and eyes snapped to Code as realization had hit him. “Wait. WHAT?” Well he hadn’t turned on her, so that was good news, but his outburst had caught Nebiros off guard. It wasn’t the usual recognition she received laced with suspicion around City whenever she was out in the open. This outburst had been one of genuine familiarity, and all she could do was shove the thoughts to the back of her head and steel herself for later, deciding now wasn’t the time to question in-depth. She couldn’t help but briefly stare at Code though, and a few of her own images from the old Mansion began trickling back into her mind’s eye. These are all from dreams, damnit. With a shake of her head, Nebiros tried to regain whatever composure she had that had been steadily slipping away from her as the night progressed, and gave a chuckle to Code’s question regarding her weaponry. “Packing a punch is part of the show.” she quipped, grinning wildly herself, and taking a moment to reload her weapon.
  5. “I think they’re all next! There’s only ten more!” Nebiros exclaimed, speaking up for the first time since the newcomers had arrived. The amusement in her voice was clear, the sound of her voice, however, was not coming from the direction of her earlier position at the bar. All that was left of the pirate was the slight wobble of her seat. With no additional time to take in the rest of the scene, Nebiros had been extremely quick to jump up from her seat to behind the bar the moment the grunts had converged to attack Code, and against her better judgment had moved in closer to the man. She knew she could hold her own for a while if messages were mixed and he turned on her in the commotion, but she hoped that wouldn’t be the case. But seeing Code dispatch three of the thirteen in quick succession had been enough to question what exactly she was doing. Although mostly hidden by the bar counter, in her right hand she was now brandishing her teal-colored cutlass, and in her left held her single-shot flintlock. The tension in the air was thick, Nebiros’ pupils were blown from the sudden surge in adrenaline, and she was ready to take action at any moment. She felt like she missed this, whatever this was. This entire night was turning out to be a trip for her brain, and the convergence of baddies wasn’t helping her out. All she knew is that she was now obligated to assist.
  6. Nebiros' eyes followed the bartender as he promptly left the scene, mentally noting that the bloody mess that had been his face just mere moments prior had been remedied after Code had made his way behind the bar. Her gaze shifted between Code and Bey, giving them a quick pass from top to bottom. There wasn't anything particularly remarkable that stood out about them, but it was clear from her vantage point what was at play. She looked down at her empty glass, mulling over the idea of asking for a refill, until she, for once, was actually able to hear Vertigo above the noise. Followed by, and she was pretty sure she had imagined the sound, the hard slap of glass against skin. Peering up from her glass, Vertigo looked pissed beyond belief, and Code had apparently just caught a bottle of Sparkjuice thrown at his face in an instant. Impressive. Her expression was quick to change, however. From astonishment at Code's reflexes, to pure disgust at Vertigo near instantaneously, she watched poor Bey sit awkwardly on Vertigo's knee and promptly get pulled in closer. The entire situation felt like it was precariously teetering on the edge of being under control, and being completely not. Conscious of this, it took an incredible effort for Nebiros to reel in the urge to not just toss her own glass into Vertigo's face. Interfering with whatever Code, Bey and Liz were doing would probably make everything even more disastrous.
  7. Further down the bar sat a flamboyantly dressed female, watching the scene unfolding from the corner of her bright red eyes. Purposely, she had found a spot that would obscure most of her features from the general public. In her left hand she held a serving of Sparkjuice that she had been slowly sipping long before Mr. Suspenders had come up behind Vertigo, followed not long after by Liz. She really hadn't been doing much besides enjoying the music. She was here to enjoy her own company, and she would've gladly preferred that her night had stayed that way, but it was looking more and more like that just wasn't in the cards as the scene seemed to escalate. Something was up with these new club attendees, though. What it was she couldn't put her finger on it, but her head would not. Stop. Nagging. Nebiros didn't concern herself with the details of who was who in City. She didn't care much for anybody else. But she couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity dancing around in her brain. Through the lights flashing, effectively obscuring mouth movements, and the bass of the music flooding her ears, she was unable to make out any of the words being exchanged between the parties from the distance at which she sat, but that was the least of her now growing concerns. Amongst the regularly eclectic crowd of the Hawaiian Penguin, she felt like she fit in. Nobody would, in theory, have any qualms about her manner of her black, blue and teal, pirate-inspired dress here. Nor would they be immediately able to call her out on being a mostly known troublemaker to City under the lighting conditions. All was good at the club. So she thought. Apparently she thought incorrectly, given that now there was a large group of "Suits?? Ganging up on some new guy? What the... I mean, at least it's not meee..." she thought, wincing with sympathy-pain as she watched the glass Vertigo had just finished off fly into the bartender's face, shattering. Frowning, she calmly finished the Sparkjuice she had been working on and continued to observe closely, opting to not involve herself unless it became necessary.
  8. Travel, Cultures, and Foreign Languages

    Languages: I only speak English. My background is part French, but I was never able to fully pick up that language. I know some words, and I can read it, and depending on who's talking I might be able to pick up some general things while listening in on a conversation. But I cannot coherently string together sentences to carry on a conversation with somebody else at all. There's no language I particularly want to spend the time learning, either. Travels: I've been to all Provinces and Territories in Canada, except for Quebec. Montreal was an airport stop and an epically long layover on the way to Nova Scotia one year with terrible weather, so I don't count it. I've been to a few States. Most recently was Washington and Oregon two years back. I've been to Nevada, New York, Massachusets, Maine, New Hampshire, South Carolina, Florida (twice), Alaska, and... some central States but I was too young to remember so I don't count those. There's other States that have just been airport stops (like Minnesota en route to Florida), so I also don't count those. When we moved from Nova Scotia to the Yukon in 1995, instead of driving through Canada we drove down through the US to visit family we had along the way. Outside of North America, I've been to England and Scotland. It was a school trip, and we were mostly in London, occasionally venturing out to the various tourist spots outside of the city. I enjoyed my time there. The weather reminded me of the east coast here so I was able to handle the springtime wind and rain with ease, while my peers complained a bunch, and I loved all of the old architechture. Scotland was a much shorter stop, we hit up Edinburgh Castle and... that was really it. There was also a Caribbean cruise during my second Florida trip, which was nice. I love travelling though. It could be because of where I live and the burning desire I have to leave whenever I get the chance, but travelling is such a liberating experience for me. It's even better if where I'm going has friends, or potential friends, for me to hang with. I don't have any specific places where I would like to go, and currently my only criteria for travel is "is there a convention happening and can I get tickets to it?"
  9. *PROUDLY HOISTS THE TEAL FLAG* Player: Nebiros Age: 23 Gender: Female Height: 5'5" Physical Appearance: Weapon of Choice: Single-Shot Flintlock + Cutlass Skills: Acrobatics, Stealth, Marksmanship and Swordplay Biography: Nebiros. "Pirate Queen". Teal Lead up until the destruction of the Mansion upon the violent reaction of the cores. Nebiros of The City, prior to her awakening, is still a pirate at heart just as she was even before the events of War, and is nothing more than a troublemaker as a result. Tagging the city property, commandeering Spark Juice crates and selling it off to distributed underground markets, away from the eyes of Monger's military patrols, petty pickpocketing - nothing is really below the pirate. Headstrong, stubborn and loyal to an extreme fault, her personality hasn't shifted between the events of War and her awakening in The City. Nebiros is goalless. She dabbles in shenanigans purely because she can and the city patrols make her feel obligated to stir up a bit of chaos, despite knowing she's easy to find with her particularly flamboyant choice of dress. With the fog slowly lifting from her head as she awakens with visions leaking through while she sleeps, she does want to find those who appear in her mind's eye, but beyond that she feels... stuck. Class: [static fizzles out the User UI, unable to access this data] Techniques: [uI fizzles again, this time flashing red and returning to the main menu]
  10. Destiny (Bungie's new MMO)

    Destiny is a day-one buy for me, hands down. I thought I was going to just... ignore it like I do with most FPS titles, but I gave it a shot and oh my goodness I love it so much. I played the Alpha on PS4 when those invites went out, and I thought it was incredibly polished even then. I'm sad the beta is over. I was having a blast playing with my friend. I wish it had gone so much longer. But, I lovelovelovelovelove the Warlock class. Uhuuhuhuhuuuu energy blasts and grenades everywhere~! Also, man. That Devil Walker. We made a single attempt because the 3rd person the system partied up with us left on the first wipe. Communication is a bit of a bummer so I hope they change how it works for launch. I could only hear and participate in voice chat if it was using the PS4's party option. I couldn't hear anybody in game who was in my fire squad. :c Sucked because I had figured out to shoot the Walker's legs, but our third didn't catch on and kept shooting elsewhere and dying to the laser. Sigh. There's only so much dancing and pointing I can do before I consider you a lost cause and make an attempt with my friend to duo the encounter.
  11. Fashion

    And if/when you do find those fabled perfect pants, they have FAKE POCKETS KLJHFJKHSFJLHJ.I'm SO GLAD to actually have a pair of jeans that are comfortable everywhere and ACTUALLY HAVE FUNCTIONAL POCKETS. Allow me to say that the pockets on women's jeans is a personal soapbox/pet peeve of mine. WHAT IF I DON'T /WANT/ TO HAVE TO CARRY A PURSE AROUND BECAUSE THESE STUPID POCKETS WON'T HOLD MY WALLET/KEYS/PHONE? WHAT THEN YOU STUPID FASH-[iON]-ISTS?? HUH???!!! Srsly. I've been known to rant on and on about this. I'd like to have a pair of jeans that allow me to put my wallet in my back pocket without making it look like I have a wallet-shaped tumor on my butt. As if I wasn't already paranoid enough about being pick-pocketed, let's just make it COMPLETELY obvious which pocket I have my wallet in. kthx. WHY do we even HAVE pockets if I can't PUT anything IN them! AUGH! IF I WANTED TO WEAR A SKIRT AND BE POCKETLESS I WOULD DO SO! I could rant for days about pockets. I don't carry purses, those are totally useless, and feel too femme and tacky (To me, keep in mind. Purses look fine with other people). I carry a single, small, Mighty Wallet, my keys and my phone. I require at least three functioning pockets, which luckily my jeans fit this requirement. My dress pants do not. I have two functioning front pockets, although they're extremely shallow, and... there's a back pocket... but it's fake. Like. I was actually excited when I bought them. "OH MAN, YEAH, I HAVE A BACK POCKET!" and then I tried to stick my wallet there and... "what... what is this... IT'S. CLEVER STITCHING. It only looks like a pocket when it's actually NOTHING. HA.HA. EXCELLENT JOKE, CLOTHING INDUSTRY." Meanwhile I can find 6? functional pockets on my shorts that I got from the guy's section. :/ I can also rant for days about women's sizing. To all the guys in the thread, if you're ever wondering why girls take forever to shop if for whatever reason you're shopping with a lady friend, it's because we don't actually know what our sizes are. And if we do, it varies from shop to shop and brand to brand. I could be a 14 in one pair of jeans, and a 16 in another pair of jeans and this never helps me, because those numbers are NOT A WAIST SIZE MEASUREMENT. I NEED to see two measurements on pants: Waist and in-seam. I've only ever seen in-seam once on some women's pants, but the size number given to the pants is completely arbitrary. I can't not be angry about this. #SparkbombLadiesRantAboutClothing
  12. Fashion

    And if/when you do find those fabled perfect pants, they have FAKE POCKETS KLJHFJKHSFJLHJ.I'm SO GLAD to actually have a pair of jeans that are comfortable everywhere and ACTUALLY HAVE FUNCTIONAL POCKETS.Also, oh my gosh, Trunk Club looks really neat. As for the rest of the thread:My style is consistently casual, and generally leaning WAY way more on the masculine side, because women's fashion has always driven me into irrational fits of rage for as long as I can remember. I now will not shop for obviously feminine items unless I absolutely have to, or know I can effectively use those items with everything else that I have. Any overtly girly clothes that may still be in my closet are probably forgotten gifts from relatives that didn't quite know me, or are necessities. Usually (like... 99% of the time) I just wear various graphic fandom tees, jeans and converse. Summer brings shorts into the mix, winter brings hoodies. Winter also brings in nice coats. Being a government support tech means I don't have to dress professionally at all due to me having to crawl around under dusty desks and such. The main downside to this: I have found myself with a severe lack of dressy clothing. Although this problem is currently being remedied purely due to cosplay reasons. Thank you, Sherlock, for wearing dress pants and forcing me to go get a decent pair. Also, loud clothing?Let us take a moment and appreciate these oxfords that should be in my possession by Tuesday.
  13. Sherlock

    Edit: Spoiler'd the whole thing
  14. Sherlock

    You have a point, now I have no idea what it could be. Who specials are always some random adventure, and it just works because the Doctor travels through time. Sherlock can't do that. Yeah, they could dial back the clock and do a case that occurred sometime in S3, but I dunno man. I think we all want to see Sherlock get off that plane. ... This just makes me want more now. I want more details of what this even could end up being.
  15. Camping and Outdoor Living/Survival

    Camping is a solid nope. I did enough of that as a Brownie/Girl Guide (Canada's girl scouts) to last me a lifetime. Maybe it's better going camping with people you actually enjoy spending time with which none of those girls were, but I infinitely prefer to be plugged into the net in the safety of my home where no bugs will come at me. That aside, I'm not at all against the outdoors. I'm definitely in the starazing boat. I just don't need to be away from civilization to do it. Yellowknife doesn't have a lot of light pollution, we do have some, which is immediately apparent during a power outage in the fall, but otherwise most of the sky is visible when it's dark here. I can go on my back patio starting in late August, lean back in a reclining chair and watch the skies for hours. Stars + Aurora = unbeatable