Shadowness - Alxias I'm 23. I live in Fairmont, WV, have one full time job; and enjoy writing, drawing, and composing. I'm a gamergirl, specializing in Halo 3, and Rea... en The Syns Of Gods <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />Christmas giftie for my good friend drawitout <3 Thanks again for everything girl. This was super fun as hell to draw. Synthe is amazing yo. Art is mine Character belongs to drawitout Sun, 12 Jan 2014 10:51:54 -0500 Hold On <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />Listen to this song: <a href="">Starkey - Playing With Fire</a> It was my main inspiration; and has given me this image for a long time. I will animate this later; but my brain is too fried to work on much anything that challenging. All concept work, species within are mine. Art is mine. Reave; the orange marking'd Alk Unit is :devcobalt180:'s All else is mine. <b><i>The following has not yet happened. Some parts could be considered 'spoilers'. Like 4% of it will even make sense to most of you. </i></b> <i><sub>PR3 had made the break away and trudged almost begrudgingly up the black volcanic rock daggers that made up the 'maw' as they seemed to call it. Within, were his 'masters' so to speak, Aven, his creator-- And Etsu, the one with all the maps in her brain. PR3; however, was dead silent. When the mech 'blinked' his whole face spazzed out and glitched like hell between reds and his normal teals. Ash, despite having a terrible hate for the fellow Unit, was somewhat worried. Back there? They had run into a rather strange Mech, named 'SectVil', this Mech seemed to have read into every core of every being it could read; and something deep down in PR3 it did not like. She knew he could feel her thinking about him, and she turned to trot up the hill, gazing down off of a rock that seemed to have jutted out from the sharp, black brown mountain side. "Reave, look, we're almost to the rendezvous." She said, as PR3 stepped up between them, and she snorted a half growl in anger. When PR3 was allowed to talk, his voice was purely mechanical, no male, no female, nothing. "Abort." He said, "There is nothing left for us here. Abort." Ash gazed at the odd strains of code that dotted the normally very spunky and wild mech's face panels. "PR3..?" "We are being re-written." The black bot said after a few moments. "Fixed."</sub></i> Sun, 12 Jan 2014 10:41:27 -0500 i am not afraid <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />Ally and art is mine. Reapers belong to Bioware/ea games Fri, 13 Apr 2012 05:37:46 -0400 go away <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />Left Character and art is mine Right character belongs to Elites belong to 343/bungie Fri, 13 Apr 2012 05:37:43 -0400 We Are Young <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />Personal Art Character: Insom Song: We Are Young The moon is on my side I have no reason to run So will someone come and carry me home tonight The angels never arrived But I can hear the choir So will someone come and carry me home Tonight We are young So let's set the world on fire We can burn brighter than the sun Tonight We are young So let's set the world on fire We can burn brighter than the sun Art and character are mine Mon, 02 Apr 2012 14:38:20 -0400 Vosa Sasaom(ee) <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />Vosa belongs to: Arts are mine. Took a few days to finish. Butttt eh. Started out as a sketch that was about the size of a quarter: c: Mon, 02 Apr 2012 14:38:18 -0400 Charge <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />3 days of work; and this is finally fucking done. I am terrible with back grounds; So I know, it's shit. :C Veirn is my baby boy. C: He's 9 years old, and stands 10'0" tall. (long story) Any way, I don't know he's commanding, and I'm not sure where they're going, but he's a BAMF. That's all that matters. c: Art and Veirn is mine <3 Elites/Sangheili belong to Bungie/343 Thu, 29 Mar 2012 12:21:41 -0400 Valor Of Mourning <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />Textures used: and Ref Used: [] (It's a video, lots of angles to work with) Art and concepted patterns on Banshee are mine. This is the same Banshee heavily modified from: Halo Belongs to Bungie/343 Art is mine. Mon, 13 Feb 2012 05:27:00 -0500 Evra <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />Evra is actually 8 years old in the story she is currently in. This is her, as an adult. I had this beautiful image of her in my head, I had to flesh it out. She is a historian; hint, the old books. Long story short: She was orphaned in the streets of her city, as a team of assassins destroyed the city. Her parents were murdered in front of her eyes, and she was saved. Evra and art is mine, Elites belong to 343/Bungie Mon, 13 Feb 2012 04:50:27 -0500 Different Names <a href=""><img src="" /></a><br />VENT Alone on a train aimless in wonder An outdated map crumpled in my pocket But I didn't care where I was going 'Cause they're all different names for the same place. The coast disappeared when the sea drowned the sun And I have no words to share it with anyone The boundaries of language I quietly cursed And all the different names for the same thing. There are different names for the same things There are different names for the same things... Ally and art is mine. Song (c) Death Cab For A Cutie Mon, 13 Feb 2012 04:50:25 -0500