Falcon2001

Hmm...Cioden isn't really unique all that much, he's your archetypical black mage, except that he's quite complex for being as power-hungry as he is. He HAS a good side, just chooses to ignore it completely for most of the time. Falcon is freaking nuts. He has a tendency to bite people and do strange, unstable things, and has enough magical power to do it. William Azunost has an Archangel living inside him named Izrael. Let's just say that Izrael is about the closest thing to a fallen angel they have in Heaven...he's freaking insane. He's a battle-hungry angel that's just waiting to get out. Cioden, Falcon, and William represent my Evil, Artistic, and Good sides respectively, so when I RP I basically have the attitude of Falcon and the magical powers of Cioden...along with the morals of William Azunost Anyway, that's it for me.

The Imperfect Angel, my secret name A title of pride but also of pain The Duke of Demons, the Earl of Error The Angel with wings of a darker feather I'll draw you closer into my life For good or bad, for death of life I need to feel you, know that you care I need to smell you, touch your hair Stain my wings a deeper black To show my pride instead of my lack Stain my wings and let me fly Deep into the dark night sky Stain my wings with thoughts of you Let me be break all the rules Stain my wings with love and night Hold me close and off we'll fly

Very good work, Brute. Very touching almost makes me want to have children someday, except they'd be like me

The person above me used to have an insanely cool avatar.

Yep, excellent advice, especially for all the new people here...the level of politeness has kind of dropped, but that's to be expected with more people.

The person above me used to never post here at all, but now posts a lot.

The person above me keeps getting above me and is the person who made it so that the French Part of The Pen was a reality.

The person above me knows it's all about the words, and has amazingly raw and expressive poetry.

The person above me had her Quill-Quest with me, completing it with wit and brilliance...while I fooled around. Heh, I'm someone's pet

The person above me is an excellent poetess, and has a cool sig, and likes chaos and destruction. *once again attaches himself to her leg, purring* Take me home!

Here's the tablature for Distant Shores...the vocals go along with it very closely, actually, with a few variations I can't think of right now. The middle random solo thing is completely improvised, so I can't tab it. Anyway, here it is, the stumming is actually always kind of random, some day you'll hear it. By the way, this is an acoustic song only -=Distant Shores=- -=Song Structure=- Verse 1 x3 Verse 2 x2 Verse 3 x2 Fill x2 Random Solo Verse 3 x2 Verse 2 x2 Verse 1 x2 ~ = Random strumming stuff -Verse 1- 1-|----------------------------- 2-|----------------------------- 3-|----------------------------- 4-|--2---5---7-7-------5---4---2 5-|-2---5---7---7-----5---4---2- 6-|0---3---5-----5---3---2---0-- -Verse 2- 1-|----------------------------- 2-|----------------------------- 3-|----------------------------- 4-|2---5---7~------5---4---2---- 5-|2---5---7~------5---4---2---- 6-|0---3---5~------3---2---0---- -Verse 3- 1-|----------------------------- 2-|----------------------------- 3-|2---5---7~------5---4---2---- 4-|2---5---7~------5---4---2---- 5-|0---3---5~------3---2---0---- 6-|----------------------------- -Fill- 1-|----------------------------- 2-|----------------------------- 3-|5------------5---7----------- 4-|5---5---7~---5---7---7------- 5-|3---5---7~---3---5---7------- 6-|----3---5~-----------5-------

And remember - creepy midget love is NOT Therapuetic. Trust me on this one. *shudders* Happy Birthday

Heh, I actually have the guitar parts...I tabbed it all out so I wouldn't forget about it. I'll post a link as soon as I'm NOT tired.

Heh - the Succubi line was spoken by Falcon back in my Succubi-Summoning days on IRC...god that was fun.

The person above me is really cool, and has known me for quite a while...and beats me in RPing all the time

What the hell? Okay, now I'm confused. I knew Gwai was a girl...but this explains why I thought the character was a guy...O_O... I am so confused.

Amazing poem, Tralla! I wish I had known about his when it got posted, but NOOOO I'm an idiot and didn't check the forums like I should have. Oh well. This is a solid piece of work worthy of being in a poetry booky thingy...err...yeah. I know what I mean Excellent poem, post more

I would really appreciate any feedback I could get on this, before I go and perform in front of my friends ;; PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD REPLY!!!

I know the feeling. I'll reread it when I'm awake and comment on it.

(short, plucked scales on guitar) I sat upon a distant shore What did I believe? The things I did not think mattered Meant so much to me I found my life upon that shore Dusty and diseased I shied away from everything The help that I did need (strumming now) It caught me there in chains of gold A sight I longed to see The life I had been running from Finally caught up to me It asked me then in honeyed tones Why do you run away? I could not answer - I did not know Why I had so strayed (up higher now) My prayer heard, my soul was cleared My strength was found again The strength that I could never have The power from my friends I could not live a lonely life Devoid of love and trust I shunned my pain and lifted up A hand to clear the dust (Different pattern than earlier) Something I needed to feel Something I needed to free Something I needed to lose Something I needed to be (no lyrics for a while, assorted guitar stuff) (switch back to third pattern, higher strumming) And so I made the deadly choice Something wild and free A strength so great it filled me up Something else to be A jar to be filled is all I am Savoring the feel of free I thank my lucky stars tonight To be able to see (switch back to second pattern, lower strumming) This is no joke, this song my friends It happened once to me I came away from a life of pain And lived to still be me The pain is real, the horrid pain The pain of losing dreams I once was lost but now I'm found I found it inside me (switch back to first pattern lower fingerpicking) So no matter how far you fall You can get back up again The pain, it hurts - oh how I know The places I have been But now this song is over friends The final verse and rhyme I hope you learned from my dark past And live to see next time (final strum fades away)

The person above me is a wonderful poet(ess) and needs to post more - and moreover is an amazing person that's always been there for me when I need to chat

Are you sure Falcon should be holding the ladder? Don't worry, Falcon never bites hard enough to break flesh. Besides, it would never get infected. Of course I can handle two Succubi at once, I'm a real man! Hey - freak in the black robes! Yeah, you! Your mother dresses you funny. What the hell kind of name is Cioden? Gee - I wonder what this button does? Not in the face, not in the face! I know that gun's not loaded. Of course I can take on a level 35 Chaos Mage! Just smack the wand against the ground a few times to check it. My leet skeelz allow me to dodge bullets, really! *My personal favorite last words* Poets suck!

The poem was excellent, a very masterful journey into the depths of depression and revenge. Yesterday night was probably the worst night of my life thus far. I had screwed up everything I had tried to ever do, my friends were making bad decisions, one of my friends was cutting herself, another was getting an abortion, and yet another just got back together with her mildly abusive and very insecure boyfriend. I felt like shit warmed over, and I went straight home to an empty house and went to pull out the knife. My hand stopped, almost an inch from the handle. There was no force stopping me, nor was there any sort of godly intervention. Right there part of me forced it's voice back into my concious mind. I spent what seemed like an eternity just standing there staring at the knife handle. I thought about all I had to lose, and what I had to gain. I thought about who I was, and what I could be, and what I represented. I left the knife. No matter how badly someone treats you, no matter how horrid they make you feel about yourself, they're only right when you accept it. I spent years doing this, but the person who was really screwing me over was myself. Wherever you go - there you are. *pats Nightshade's cheek* Life really sucks sometimes. Your friends betray you, people you thought liked you suddenly turn on you, your parents are up in your space all the time, and nobody seems to care. Even on those days, we care. We all care. You're a member of our family now here at the Pen, and any time you need some help, you can talk to us. We don't judge you, we don't hate you, we welcome you with open arms. If you ever need to talk to someone, catch me on an IM or email me or anyone else that you know here (Hopper seems like a good sorta person), and we can help you out. Sometimes the hardest part is asking for help. Sorry about sounding so weird, but I'm serious. I just went through a whole bunch of this crap, and I do NOT want any of my second family going through this either.

The person above me likes to implode.

The person above me has a friend with a VERY Similar name.