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Lex by Ametyr

Name; Alexis (but prefers Lex) Lamia

Age; 15

Birthday; may 18

Positon; uke, and a bit of tsundere

Species; Aswang, a type of vampire from the Philippines. Instead of fangs he can turn his tounge into a (if needed to, few meters long) proboscises, with a sharp needle tip.

(He's not yet powerful enough to transform or do much more harm to anyone than to leach on them, and being stronger than a human of his size)

Playful, flimsical and happy-go-lucky. He loves to exagerate and make people jealous (maybe because he's quite possesive himself), and usually have a lot of fun tricking people with an innocent face so they'll never blame him for any troubles. (He also usually hide sadness or hurt behind a smile, until he's all alone/with someone he trust; then he'll trow a tantrum.)

He can be quite blunt and too honest at times, but that's just because he doesn't take time to think too far ahead.

As a vampire he's of course allergic to garlic, salt and vinegar. Religios artifacts repell all of his kind, and the tail of a stingray used as whip can kill him. But like all aswangs Lex is a daywalker, with all his powers gone during the light hours.

+Too big sweaters (he'll steal them if anyone leaves theirs unguarded)
+To steal a sip of blood from people he's close to (usually used to stay up all night without getting tired)

-Mockery or teasing
-smelly/stinky people/stuff
-Small animals (they're only good for a snack, but for some people seem to mind when he kill them!)
-Dry meat. To tell the truth veggies are overall tastier...

:bulletorange: Likes
(:bulletpurple: respect)
:bulletorange: Hatoshi
:bulletorange: :bulletpurple: Aoshiru

:bulletred: Love

:bulletgreen: dislike
:bulletgreen: Erik

:bulletblack: Hate


The easiest way to know if someone is an aswang is to look them in the eyes; if your reflection is up-side-down they're not human anymore... Also, they usually don't have any philtrum. Any oil made by an albularyos will boil as an aswang comes near.

And living around an aswang is not so bad really; they never attack their neighbours, in order to not draw any attention to themselves (there's even a Filipino saying, "Better an aswang than a thief." referring to this).

Kalei -YU- by Ametyr
Kalei -YU-

Name: Kalei Gabriel (Gabby) Nemuel
21 (but good luck to make him act his age)
Birthday: Year of the Dog, month of the Horse, day; -8=2-x
The bull and the willow
172 cm and still growing

Kapre (a kind of tree-demon/giant/elemental. They never bother or really harm anyone who isn't being abother to them, except for tricking people every now and then; kapres enjoy making travellers believe they're lost, and can even make a person forget where they are even in their own home. Wearing a specail belt they can make themselves invisible to humans. Oddly enough, if one is a friend or a lover of the kapre, this invisiblity-magic doesn't work; you can always see them.)


Kalei is flimsical to say the least, but is gentle kind and caring to everyone he cares about. He is skippy, giddy happy, and seems to be drunk on flower-power 90% of the time. He loves all kinds of (non-painful) affection, jokes, and is unable to stay focused on anything just half-intersting for more than a few seconds.


+Being up and active

+Hugs and snuggles and attention

+Somehow being off the ground, be it in a tree or sitting on the rail instead of taking the stairs

-Words like “No” or “Stop”

-Admitting defeat

-Reality creeping up

-Being ignored/forgotten

Being born in the US as the 4th child in the line Kalei was homeschooled just like his siblings. And life was quite calm to the whole family; just hanging around the trees in a park and watching humans stress by, teasing a few of them now and then. But Kalei was never as good and sitting still as his siblings; he ran around, followed people, spyed on the interesting ones, got spotted several times and almost caught more than once.
in the end his father had enough and decided to send him off to a school where some teacher with more energy could keep an eye on him. He left it to Kalei to pick which one he wanted to go to himself, and ta-daa! Here he is!


-The Gryffindor-scarf is ever-present, somehow somewhere, no matter what he might change into.

-Just like any proper Kapre he does have horns, but he rather hides them under his hair, because they're so small he's embarrased about them

-Being a tree-demon he of course has almost crazy climbing-skills, and has been called 'gecko' by child-hood friends

-He loves to smoke. All kapres prefer their own ganja-pipe that never goes out, and that has a smell alluring to humans, but Kalei is not too picky.

-Like all Kapres, Kalei carries with him a tiny white magical stone; should anyone manage to steal it from him he'll grant wishes in order to get it back. But apart form such he never really usues magic for anything but playing pranks

-Kapres are quite jealous beings; it's quite common for them to fall in love with a human and follow them around for their entire mortal life, never letting anyone else have them. If someone else tries their luck the kapre gets pissed and can make you sick or cause great harm. Or just be plain assholes; "A personal favorite prank that Kapres are inclined to indulge is taking someone’s bed, while occupied, out of their house and putting them up in the branches of a tree without waking up the occupant."
Legends also say that in order to make people get lost and forget where they are or how to get back they can even steal pieces of your memory

[[Honestly, his clothes is nothing but a joke; I looked up online what people seemed to like to dress up their supeheroines and female ninjas in, and then just put them on a boy instead! ^^]]

[[I'll make a proper app asap, promise!]]

A Monster or a Beast by Ametyr
A Monster or a Beast
okay, so this is for the Disney-characters. I couldn't really think of any other way to do it, because no matter how you try to draw the Beast he will always look just like a beast and not the least like your character ^^' (and it is the beast and not the prince that is the interesting character, admit that)
So I made Timor litterally dress up as him ^^
Timor Reaper app by Ametyr
Timor Reaper app

((and I'm still asking for a bit of help with this one, which is closely related to this character, <a wytiwyg="1" href="…>which would be his partner</a>
for the group :iconreapers-rebellion:

Name; Timor Testa Tenebris
Age: 26
Gender: M
Birthday: 14
th of Fabruary
Zodiac: Aquarius, a Rowan in the celtic zodiac, an otter in the native amarican zodiac, and born in the Snow Moon sign.
Height: 187 cm
Weight: 95 kg

Race: Human
Rank: private
Unit: Assassins

-Nethermancer magic, wich is basically shadow-manipulation, fear and draining of energy.
-A spiked chain for close combat.

Timor had the misfortune of being born with a perfect look for his future profession (and not as perfect for his personality). Long dark hair that he keeps in a ponytail and deep eyes, along with a pale complexion and a slim body always made him looked a bit odd as a child (except on Halloween). His older brother Ater could, with a handsome face and dark eyes, pull off the look of a mysterious but interesting dark stranger. Timor on the other hand seemed to leave everyone with an eerie feeling and most would keep a distancce from him.
He enjoys dressing in dark colours, and has kept the same long coat for years.

Timor is a calm person with a sarcastic humor, who might appear serious and cold, but those who know him (which are few) knows he is just reserved on the border of being shy, and saves his affections to those he finds deserves them. He is perfectly happy with only one or two friends, and then keep the rest of the world at a distance.
He lives by the old saying Memento Mori (“Remember that you will die”), and thus intend to live his life the way he likes it. Which is why he rarely does anything he doesn't feel up to; why waste time on that?

+His cousin and brother (the only ones he count as family)
+Shadows and shades
+Evenings and mornings
+Calm and silence

-Sunny warm days
-Dirt and filth
-”Normal” humans

Born into a family who had for a long time practiced magic commonly shrouded in shadows there was no real wonder why Timor would learn such a thing, or where he found the books describing the art of pure shadow-manipulation.

Being the younger of two brothers, born five years after the first son Ater, Timor soon grown acustomed to stand in his brother's shadow. Ater was clever, kind and what many would concider a prodigy, with only one small flaw; he had no interest whatsoever in magic. The whole family, including Timor, loved him, even if some realives would wonder why he never bothered with more than the basics of fire-magic.

Timor on the other hand found that he did not only possess an interest in the arcane manipulation of the world, he had quite a skill for it. And thus he would learn. When his older brother learend how to physically fight he wanted to follow, if nothing else but for being like him, but he never got to the same level as Ater.

As the family lived in an otherwise quite normal suburban neighbourhood such a thing as practicing too obvious magic was forbidden by their grandparents, who didn't want any suspishion or harm to fall onto their daughter or grandchidren. Ater despised those rules, even if he could see the reasoning behind it, and he soon transferred this point of view to his brother. As he explained when Timor was six;
“Magic might not be everything that you are, but to be forced to hide away any part of yourself, anything at all, just because other people are to narrowminded to understand and accept it, is just wrong.”

It took a few years for Timor to start asking his mother and brother where their father had gone, but he would always get the simple of “Away”, and that would be it. Not until he was eight did his older brother take him to the side and explain that they had not had a father for a long time. That he had just left them years before, and was now dead. Timor, who barely rememberd the man's face, calmly listened to the story of his death, and let that be it.

When he reached the age of seven Timor and Ater were presented with a foster-cousin, a vulture-lycan adopted by their aunt. Joined in the admiration of the oldest boy and the lack of others their age the newcommer and Timor soon grew very close.

While Timor's older brother had quite a strong will and a mind of his own, the boys' mother was a softhearted and never wanted to make any big scenes. Therefor it didn't take long until Ater had become a stronger influence on the two younger boys. As he grew older his manipulative skills and charisma had grown with him, just as his ambition. And still looking up to his older brother Timor supported him, and did what he could to help.

When Timor was fifteen their mother passed away from an illness, and Ater was all he had left. Being a responsible older brother the young man brought the boy along when he left the home that no longer had anything but memories for the two of them. At the request of his brother Ater spoke to his aunt and brought their cousin along as well. Travelling and teaching the boys everything he knew that he could see as useful Ater had soon brought them to one of the larger cities of the Shadowfell; Marrimba Necrohold. There the boys could study, fool around, learn and finally get to know people of their own kind; no ignorant humans and 'normal' people would ever enter this realm.

While in this city Ater gained some friends of his own, and soon seemed to have some kind of goal with where his life was going. When he was leaving the city he asked the two boys to come along with him and help him, and Timor didn't waste any time to comply.

Returning to the world of the mortals Ater began to set his plans into motion, with the help of his new friends and little brother. The two younger boys had soon started to earn a reputation of their own, separate from the one leading them;
People would notice a shadow of a gigantic bird of death, followed by a black shadow in the shape of a man, appearing in different places but always with the same outcome, as if the sight of them both was a bad omen. Whereever they went, death followed in their tracks. And odd deaths it was, since they seemed to carry no connections and most seemed to be carried out with weapons unkown to mankind. Some even seemed to have been scared to death...

In the end these little 'incindents' caught the eye of someone who knew a bit more of the world, someone who decided to go find this shadow and its pet. And when one knows the working of the underworld and its supernatrual part, it turned out to be fairly easy.
When offered a new place to stay, a new employment under a new leadership Timor at first hesitated. But as he was given time to think and had time to contact his brother, who advised him to go, stay there and wait for further instructions, he went along with it.

-A familyalbum he brought with him without telling Ater when they left home. The pictures in it is his only way of remembering what is father looked like
-An amulet with a glowing purple core given to him by Ater. It would give him an increase of magical power as it helped him focus it, which served the older bother's purposes. (Nowdays Timor tends to get into trouble when he loses it, since he has grown so used to have it)
-A dreamcatcher with feathers from his foster-cousin
-A bullet-proof vest given to him by his bother when he first started going on 'missions' for him.

-His full name was actually supposed to be Timent Testa Tenebrarum (Fear the Shard of Darkness) but his father was too drunk when signing the papers and couldn't remember how to write latin properly, and ended up with the simple three words for Fear Shard and Darkness.
This has given him a different last-name from his mother and brother, who both spelled theirs Tenebrarum (the boys were given their mother's name since they both looked so much like her the father began to doubt that they were his).
-Timor's trust in his bother is absolute, and he would follow him anywhere. He would obey him at anything, knowing he was in the right no matter what.
-When he's too stressed, or upset, he likes to smoke. But he's not addicted, no. No, no, no. No! No, okay? No. Not.
-He's had a crush on his foster-cousin for years, but never uttered a word about it; he would never risk their friendship or the lycan's comfort in his presence.
-The boys' mother's name was Amaya, and their father's Idolon
-When nobody else is around Timor quite enjoys watching movies or read novels that will upset him, preferrbly to the point of tears, just so he can assure himself that he's still human.
-Ever since his bother used their own mother to describe weak people and how they are different and pretty much a useles nuisance, Timor has had little to no respect for life. It's an existence within a time-limit, and some people the world is just better off without.
-Having taken Ater's comment on not hiding his magic to heart Timor never denys any part of himself, or try to hide it from others.
-After practicing too much with a skilled brother he has developed a far better defence than any offence. In close combat he will therefor prefer to simply use nimble moves to gain a distance and then keep it that way.
-In order to carry out the tasks Ater puts on him Timor was pretty much forced to learn how to climb buildings and get about without being noticed or leave traces like fingerprints or getting registered on securitycameras. After all, to stay rihgt outside a window is the best way to get close enough to a target without actually being inside the room.

-The theme-song of this pair;…

Regarding Nethermancer-magic;
Following has been written on the subject of nethermancy (and is thus not not my own creation);
Nethermancy is the magic of darkness. A skilled nethermancer can draw shadowstuff from the Shadowfell and mold it into whatever form he or she likes. A nethermancer might use shadow energy to drain a creature’s strength and vitality, shroud the battlefield in darkness or summon a flailing monstrosity made from solid shadow into his or her enemies’ midst. Nethermancy lets you command shadow magic in its purest and possibly even deadliest form, shaping it to whatever ends you can imagine.

The nethermancer’s methods were devised when renegade wizards fled to the Shadowfell long ago and delved into the plane’s secrets and the malign influence found there. These original nethermancers identified shadow magic as the impetus for the Shadowfell’s creation. The strength of shadow magic derives from the dark stuff that the primordials rejected when they first gave form to substance. Nethermancers focus their efforts on extricating shadow from various environments, then blending it with arcane forces to create magical effects.

Among other manifestations, such spells excite or dull the senses, spin creatures from raw shadow, and punch holes through reality to allow swift passage.

Nethermancy is the magic of darkness, and its powers involve magnifying fears, creating and manipulating darkness, and forming it into monstrous forms.


Timor's skill in magic;
Not being a prodigy like his brother Timor had to study and practice his way to the magic he knows today, and as he lived his first years in a human community where he was never to let anyone know what he could do he did not have that many chances to train and harness his ability. Therefor he is most skilled with pure shadow-manipulation, and has only recently begun to dwell into things like summoning creatures of the dark and play with people's minds (though it is tricky to find anyone to practice on. So he has taken up experementing on those who would have been his victims anyway when his bother sends him out on 'missions'.) So far the most useful thing he has learned is how to steal energy from others, and he should be able to do it to the point of the other's death (but that would take at least 15 minutes of unbroken concentration on a normal, healthy target).
The amulet his bother gave to him once he could be useful enough has however made it a bit hard for him to start at beginner-level with anything; Timor is unaware of that the glowing trinket summons too much arcane magic and makes it hard for him to control it perfectly (and he ends up making major mistakes during his experiments, like scaring people to death or give them permanent pshycological damage).

When manipulating shadows he will turn the darkness itself into a physical form (and thus the object casting the shadow itself will not be affected). Direct sunlight weakens this power sevearly, as it makes it much harder to keep the shadow where there should be none. Timor prefers to not waste energy on such things, and thus only operates when the sun is gone, either on stormy days or after dusk. Total darkness does not stop him, but is rather when he at his peak of power, even if no shadows are distingtive in all the black. (Since there is no light, he doesn't have to waste energy on keeping the shadow-forms he create.)

After all his training with Ater, Timor can now create simple forms of shadows reaching up to 15 meters away (this will usually be spikes or blades, or if he has seen the original, shadow-keys), but these will have to be tied to a physical shadow and can never reach more than 4 meters from its origin.
A shadow free from its source, as a shape of darkness floating freely, can never reach a size larger 2 cubic-dm, and never travel further than 5 meters away from Timor, or he will lose control of its shape and it will evaporte into nothing.
During the night Timor's shadows are strong, and shapes created close to him can be so massive that he can stand on them. Nights without a moon he has experimented with creating wings for himself strong enough to help him glide on windcurrents (but to make them complicated and large enough to fly with is still beyond his power).

If he is short on time and no other method seems to work Timor can blend his own mind into the shadows and watch from anywhere within his 15 meter radius, and then manipulate shadows from there. But this leaves his body all unprotected, as if in a coma, and he will need someone to look after it; he won't know what happened to it when he returns. This method is a last resort since it, even with an amulet, drains him entirely for the next 12 hours and gives him quite a headache for the rest of the night.

That night the empty corridors were full of forms of fear
and up and down
the irontown
stole feet we could not hear.
And through the bars
that hide the stars
white faces seem to peer...

Tutorials and reference
Because I used a lot...
face shading tutorial

body shade tutorial

second body tutorial

lips tutorial

male anatomy tutorial

pose reference
eye tutorial

metal tutorial (for the belts)

boot tutorial

boot reference and inspiration

boot reference and inspiration 2

jacket reference

sweater reference

pants reference

awesome hair-tutorial

(and I did use the manga Loveless for ideas to hair and head-pose)

Approaching the door leading to her office Ciomny couldn't help but to feel a bit disappointed with himself. But wasn't it better to admitt your own weakness and work from there than to keep on trying and get broken by the effort? Surely it was... And so he didn't even hesitate before knocking softly.

But noone answered. Slowly opening the door and peeking inside the lycan realized that the room was empty. Stepping inside he looked around one more time, but nothing, not even traps, moved in the office.

With a sigh he left the note on the desk. It would sure be better to have met his genereal face to face, but right now he just couldn't wait to get away. He just hoped it would be enough for now.

Leaving the office the young healer went back to his room to check his bags one more time. Left amongst the other papers on the desk lay a resignation-note, carefully and properly filled out with the same handwriting as the one on the letter next to it;

To General Zea Eris

I apologize to leave on such a short notice, and I am quite sure that I'm breaking one or two laws by going through with it. I just hope you will eventually forgive me for it, even if I only have one sort of excuse for it;

I simply can not stay here any longer.

That's it I'm afraid. But after what happened at the Tower, in that tournament, I have compleatly lost faith in where this is going. And I can not bring myself to continue to aid in this group's cause. Because I do not even know what it is anymore.

I joined at first, believeing it was for a greater good. That fighting demons would eventually lead to a better world, and that we all were doing what we could to help the human kind. But looking back at what has happened I'm growing more and more assured that this is no longer true. A military group that at first joined ranks and brought down everyhting from necromantic armies to the monster of Hell itself, what has it become? A gathering of people who now are just as happy to battle each other to the death?

I am not without guilt, nor do I claim to be. But right now I am so ashamed of my own actions I can not bear to look anyone I meet here in the eye anymore. I am a healer, I am supposed to help them survive. Bring them back to life, no matter what mad ideas they get on the battlefield. But that didn't stop me from attempting, and succeding, with killing not one but two of my own people. The ones on my own side. And for what? Nothing, in the end. And right after that we all go here, playing vacation as if nothing has happened.

It does not matter that they came back, perfectly fine, two seconds after the battle, not to me. Because I hurt them, with the full intent to do so. I killed them, you can not deny that. And the very thought of it makes me sick with myself. I'm disgusted by the idea of what exists within my own mind, and until I once again can even see myself in a mirror, I'm afraid I have to leave. Until I can once again beleive that we are here for some other reason than to play around and hurt each other I can not stay.

I hope this explains enough of my simple and only reason for taking my leave so suddenly, and I once again apologise for the short notice and the inconvenicene that I might have caused you. (though honestly, if you guys stop hurting each other, I doubt you will need any healers anymore. Because that is all wa do lately. And that is not helping anyone.)

Yours Sincerest, Ciomny Timotei

Bags all packed and ready by the door, ticket back to what he maybe would call home payed and ready, the panda-lycan nodded to himself. All set and done.

Now he just had to find that girl, Shiva, and apologize. Then he could be on his way.
notes and apologies
So Ciomny is going on a hiatus, since after everything that went on in the tournament he's probably going to need therapy. Never thought he'd feel that guilty about it, but that's what you get for being a soft-hearted panda.


Who am I? Should I know? maybe...

I'm boring.
I enjoy reading, painting and to roleply more than I like shopping (if it's not books/manga), partying, drinking, meet new people...
All in all; I'm not normal; not for a nerd, not for a geek, nor for an emo; I don't fit in any category...

I am Leo, a Snake of the Earth, a salmon, and my tarot-card is Jugement. I am the Sprit of the Primal Fire. My sin is Envy

I exist, and that probably won't change... not too soon at least...
So I'll listen to my music, I'll paint, and I'll live on, at least for now...

Let that be it, and please don't judge me only on this. I'm still human, and to be honset I'm too everchanging and complicated to fit in words...
I don't really know who I am, or what, and I doubt I want to find out...

(apparently I'm a pony)
My Little Pony Personality Test!
My Little Pony Personality Test!
Hosted By Anime
  • Listening to: Nageki no more- music box
  • Reading: stuff I shouldn&#039;t
Hush little baby, don't you cry.
Life's a bitch, and then you die.

Man, I love these kind of poems and odd quotes!! ^^
Let's see, what more do we have...

What Man doesn't understand Man fears.
What Man fears, Man destroys.

Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?

Knowledge is power.
Power corrupts.
Study hard,
Be evil

Mirror mirror, you see
who's reflecting me?

The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four people is suffering from a mental illness. Look at your 3 best friends. If they're ok, then it's you.

"I love you" is eight letters...
So is "Bullshit"

We kill people who kill people to show killing people is wrong?

Your face is white, your blood is red;
don't look in the closet—he's under your bed!

there ^^ my fun of the day.
Ne, any of you who read this who has something to add to my quote-collection?

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Slayer-1412 Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2014  Student General Artist
*FINALLY replies to the forum posts* I'm sorry for taking so long OTL;
Ametyr Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2014
well... suppose I can forgive you for it, this once.
Slayer-1412 Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2014  Student General Artist
nyeh \D ~
Sanyo2100 Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
You have amazing eyes X)
Ametyr Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2014
^^' thanks
Sanyo2100 Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Just saying the truth X)
rockgothicgirl Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2014  Hobbyist Interface Designer
happy b-day ^-^ have a nice day ^-^ :party: 
Ametyr Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2014
thank you ^^
rockgothicgirl Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2014  Hobbyist Interface Designer
np ^-^ 
RogueLively Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you so much for adding me to your watch !!! :hug:

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