I thought that I should write a new entry because I haven't submited anything in 1,5 years. Found a quiz. If you don't care about it, don't read it, fine.

Rules:
1. You must choose only ONE of your OCs. Do it again if you wanna use another OC.
2. Your OC must answer every question as truthfully as possible.
3. Title the journal as "OCs Quiz (your OCs name)".
4. When you're done, tag as many people as you want.
5. Have fun!!!

1. Hi! What's your real name and nickname?

Csin of Aosd, also known as Kahrut.

2. Interesting... what's your current age?

Thirty-two.

3. Uh huh. What's your favourite food?

Lightly baked rabbit meat.

4. And your favourite drink?

Tejaviegli. Tastes like bitter tea, but has the effect of vodka. If I can’t have it then beer will do.

5. Confession time! Who's your crush/lover?

I haven’t seen any of my kind in a few years and humans just don’t look good enouch with their flat faces and smooth skin to have a crush on them.

6. Aww! Have you two kissed yet?

What?

7. Classic question! What's your favourite colour?

Golden, but anything shiny will do.

8. Who's your favourite author?

I have no favourite author, but I can read. Only kind of music or stories I truly enjoy are the folk songs of the cynocephali people.

9. Now what's your biggest fear?

Getting myself killed.

10. Any siblings?

Two brothers and a sister back in Higur.

11. Almost, it's only twenty questions. Who's your hero?

I have no heroes, but I looked up to my swordfight teacher Kero of Aosd.

12. Ok, who is your worst enemy?

Big mobs of humen with pitchforks and torches?

13. What would you do if your hero and your worst enemy got together?

I suppose me and Kero can take them down easily.

14. Interesting... what would you do if you met your creator?

I’d laugh at her and then ask her to get me a less ridiculous-looking mask. No-one would believe that I’m a plague doctor.

15. Okay, I'll contact them right now. Done! Now, what do you want to be when you grow up?

A warrior. But I ended up as a spy.

16. What's your worst nightmare?

Getting caught by the above-mentioned mob of vicious humen. I am a good swords-fighter but even I can’t fight off more than ten humans at a time. Plus it disgusts me what they do with the corpses of cynocephalis they’ve caught. It’s one thing to disembowel an enemy and leave his body hanging on the borderlands as a warning to trespassers. It’s exactly what they too to humans in the borderland clans and I don’t find anything wrong with it. But I’d rather freeze to death than let them skin me and hang a trophy made out of my hide or head above the fireplace of some pesky innkeeper or a would-be war hero. Yes, I did once stayed in an inn that had a stuffed cynocephali taxidermy in their trophy hall. It’s fur was coming off, it was dressed in animal skins and it’s glass eyes unnerved me. That’s pure blasphemy!

17. What's your lifelong dream?

My lifelong dream was to become a clanleader, but I didn’t succeed at that. At the moment I’ll just try to keep a low profile and not to be caught either by humans or members of my clan who might come to look for me.

18. What would you do if your lifelong dream came true?

I would attempt to share a few ideas and inventions that I have seen in human lands. For example money. Our economy is self-sufficient and we trade items for other items. It would take me some time to get them to understand the idea that you can get something useful or edible for those useless shiny trinkets called coins, but it would be worth it. Also I’d share the recipy of tejaviegli.

19. Ok, where's your favourite place to relax?

It’s hard to say. The area of Higur that belongs to Aosd is what I call home. All my family and friends live there. But after seeing the world a bit the sandy platous of Higurs inner-land and the neverending salty grassfields of coastal area seem dull to me. I can perfectly understand why the border clans, Benad-Ile, Serd and Iperu are fighting with humans to get their land. The landscape is much more variable and I’ve started to feel at home in thick forests where no human eyes are looking. Also human houses are more comfortable than the ones we have in Higur. They have more furniture, more…luxury, in other words my second-favourite place to relax is a room in some expensive inn.

20. Last question! What do you spend most of your time doing?

This and that, it’s confidential information. (he drinks beer and tejaviegli, then spends all his remaining money on either playing poker or buying useless trinkets, tells people his false sob story about why he has to wear a mask all the time and finally stumbles out the inn to try and find a new job or a quest to get more money. He’s a spending maniac.).

21. We're done! Now tag whoever you want. DO IT!

First of all: Keevia got a second fanart.
Or...it isn't a fanart, because I requested it. But now he has two artworks which are not done by me. That counts to me as fanart.

Although I guess I am starting to get tired of him. My mind is looking for a release. I need new plot ideas. Something to write. Something to draw. Something to play.

My other roleplay seance...not sure, if it was a success or not. One player quit half-way through. Said, that he was sleepy and that the game wasn't interesting enouch.

The first seance...I sent my party to baron Varheim, who was recruitting people to go, search and map underground dungeons that are spreading under the whole city. They all died half an hour after entering the dungeon. One from unknown poisonous gas that oozed from the walls, one was killed by my NPC and one set that NPC and himself on fire.
Oh. Wait. The third player...nevermind really. It is a secret.
Second seance...new characters. A drow demonologist. An elf elementalist. A human medium-like person. Were accused of setting the inn on fire, thrown into prison, where the medium caused a huge ruckus, because he was possessed by a vengeful spirit who had once killed himself by scratching through his jugular. The courtroom became a mess, demonologist tried to summon a demon, didn't succeed, after that the person who played with him went offline. The possessed medium almost ripped the adjudicators throat open. Didn't succeed, because then there came my mage NPC Sirid, who magically raised up by their necks every person, who tried to attack him.
The elementalist claimed, that this act was ''blood bending''. I say that it was just telekinesis. The medium was freed from possession. Mage offered them a deal, in which they have to make a quest, to assassinate one of mages enemy. A pact.
The medium agreed with the pact immediately. The elementalist didn't and still hasn't. The demonologist...don't know yet.
The vengeful spirit came back, caused a lot of ruckus, we fleed, the elementalist was taken captive.

I forgot, what I wanted to say with this short review of occasions. I'll probably stick it under Shagraths nose, next time I see him online.

Anyway it's hard to be a DM. People are never hounest with you. I'd like to know a bit of critique, or when I am doing something wrong, but they don't tell me anything. I'm sure they are talking about me behind my back.

Oh. And I have come to understanding that I dislike, when people watch me on dA. It makes me feel, that I have a...howdosay...a burden, duty, to post good art.

Clubs: and

Oh, and I found this manga forum with a lot of links to manga download places. I have finally managed to read Godchild to vol 3 ^^

Dora.
The cute little dog we had...
K, maybe not so little.
And she wasn't ours, darn.

Anyway the creature, whose operation my parents paid for, so that she cannot get anymore puppies. A stray dog, though there are people, who are feeding her. And a homeless man, who she thinks is her master. She was sent to dog pound and her master (the homeless man) agreed with it, understanding, that he cannot take care of the dog. Winters in Estonia are rather harsh and it'll be the first winter for Dora to be spending on the street and it would be best for her to get a good home. We cannot keep her Today the man came back, drunk, wanted his dog back, was angry, because they didn't give her back in the dog pound.
Nah...k... Life sucks.

And I feel weird, because all my characters are turning somehow emo, because the inspiration for making them comes from alternative metal songs.

I love Deathstars, Disturbed, Manson and Rammstein ^^

[i]Here I am, listening to everything that you spoke of, oh my angel.
Here I am, was it everything you dreamt of?

Bow down for me, heavenly one
Shear not those tears for me.
Fear not God anymore,
'Cause you'll find him in my arms.

Watch the sky so full of light, oh my angel
See all these lights...fade.

Tell me now, how your wings got broken.
Tell me now, how your spine got whipped by leather
Tell me now, how your tongue got split.
Tell me all the things you need, to drift away.[/i]

Creepy =/ I listen to this and information kind of flows to my mind.

A cheerful creature plus religion plus violence plus more violence plus angst minus religion plus death minus death divided by magic plus my rich anonymous mage character equals a cheerful winged creature equals Ario.
I got history for him, at last ._.
Now I just have to find a way to explain, why Ario isnt' emo. Then I maybe can use him in some of those munchkin games in GaiaOnline -.- Or it would be better to play in a game, without teleporting, wound healing, flying, magic sword using, mind reading punch of demon-angel-elf-unicorns?
No offence gaians who happen to read this post ^^

Oh, and a cute fanclub I am in now:

tagged me :mad:
1 - Post these rules!
2 - Each person tagged must post 8 random facts about themselves.
3 - Tags should write a journal/ blog of these facts.
4 - At the end of the post 8 more persons are tagged and named.
5 - Go to their page and leave a comment telling them they're tagged.

8 Facts:

1. I'm addicted to internet roleplays. Can't live without them, though I have just been doing that for the past 32 days and 5 hours.

2. I have a fetish in silver-haired anime men.

3. I hate finnish class and mathematic and my favourite class is IT.

4. I am one of the moderators in ''The worlds of Keranos''.

5. I can't draw horsies ^^

6. I think I'm a sadist, because I like making my characters suffer.

7. I shall get blue hair for my birthday.

8. I like yaoi and shounen-ai.

I shall tag...

Mkai. Peaksin siis ütlema, et käisin paari päeva eest Pärnu Mudaravilas, ranna lähistel, keskaegsete piinamisriistade näitusel. Ma tean, et see oli eelmine aasta ka Tallinnas. Kohale läksin isaga. Ilm oli vahelduva pilvisusega. Kuid kui tuli välja, et pilet väljapanekule on viiskümmend krooni mõtles isa ümber ja ütles, et ta ei soovi siiski vaadata. Igavene kitsipung selline
Aga minu eest maksis ta küll. Nelikümmend krooni. Õilase soodustus, noh. Väriseva südamega sisenesin väljapanekule.
Pikk koridor koos paari avatud uksega. Seinte ääres olid hirmutava välimusega riistad ning sellised olid ka ruumides. Tundus, et kogu väljapanek on organiseerimata. Iga viimase kui ühe riistapuu juures oli valge leht asja kirjeldusega. Väga edukalt oli loodud sünge meeleolu, pannes akendele musta riide ette ja siis veel maani punased kardinad, mis muutsid kogu riidest läbi kumava valguse verekarva purpurseks. Suurema osa valgustusest antsid siiski lambid ning ääretult vaikne oli...
Hispaania kõditus. See nimi oli pandud hirmutava välimusega tangide juurde. Kasutati rinnanibude välja rebimiseks ning sellega rebiti ka piinatataval lihatükke reitelt, kõhult ja seljalt.
Raudne neitsi. Hirmutava välimusega hiiglaslik puidust naine. Ma kujutlesin sellest möödudes ette, kuidas ma sinna sisse ronin ja uks kinni vajub, mind lõksu jättes.
Veega piinamine. Sunniti nõiduses kahtlustatavaid vägisi suurtes kogustes vett jooma ja siis taoti loksuvale kõhule. Või hoiti kasvõi tunde külma vee joa all.
Palju oli häbile viitavaid asju. Need polnud otseselt piinamisviisid, vaid karistused väikeste kuritegude eest. Häbipostid võisid olla üris jubedad asjad. Raske on öelda, kuskohas lõpes avalik kohusemõistmine ja algas rahva sadistlikuse demonstreerimine. Häbiposti pandud võidi solgiga üle valada, kividega loopida ja nii edasi. Samuti olid ka kellukestega saapad, ristiga särgid, mida tuli kanda ja palju muud...
Peaaegu inspireerivalt sadistlik tundus mulle üks piinamisvahend, mille nime ma olen kahjuks unustanud. See ei olnud kehalisi vigastusi valmistav...otseselt...see painutas vaese inimese ebaloomulikku asendisse. Vähese aja möödudes tekkisid selle asendi mõjul kõhtu ja rindkere kanti krambid ning piinatav läks tihtipeale valust hulluks.
Voorusevöö. Seda võidi ka mõnelpool kasutada piinamisriistana, aga üldiselt tundus see mulle täiesti mõttetu leiutisena. See oli sisuliselt nii, et võta üks metallist liistakas, vääna see ringiks, võta teine liistakas, vääna see poolringiks, keevita ringi külge ja poolringi sisse tee kaks auku - üks keskele, teine pisut taha poole. Sellist asja ei saanud kaua kanda, sest see tekitas jalge vahele haavandeid, mis võisid lõpeda veremürgitusega. Pealegi ei saanud elementaarse hügieeniga tegeleda seda kandes.
Seal oli üks tool. Ja rihmad. Inimene seoti nende rihmadega kinni, et ta rabeleda ei saaks. Ja tooli peal oli selline suur, terava otsaga alt laienev puust vai. Inimest hoiti vaia kohal, rihmadega kinni seotuna. Tal ei lastud magada ja aeg-ajalt kukutati ta vaia otsa. Naistel purustas selline teguviis tupe, meestel pärasoole. Ja kui inimene teadvuse kaotas, siis ta äratati üles ja jätkati protseduuriga. Kui ta üles tunnistas, siis võidi seda protseduuri ikka jätkata. Nagu karistuseks.
Olid olemas ka asjad, mida nimetati 'viiuliks' ja 'flöödiks'. Kumbki neist ei olnud kuigi jube piinamisvahend. Mind üllatas, et neid kasutati siis, kui inimese muusikamaitse oli teiste omast erinev. Nagu...mita fakki? Viiul sundis inimese üldiselt palve sarnasesse asendisse, flööt sundis samuti käed paigale.
Oli olemas selline asi, nagu rist...või midagi sellist. Igastahes niisugune risti moodi asi, mille otsas oli selline auk, kust pea läbi käis. See ei lasknud inimesel normaalses asendis olla, sundides ta maa lähedale küüru. Selle kandmisest tulid seljavalud, inimese ego vähenes muutes ta valvurite tahtmistele vastutulelikumaks ja peale pikka kandmist hõõrus see kaela sisse sügavad haavandid, mis üldiselt kehvade hügieenitingimuste tõttu mädanema läksid ja alati veremürgitusest tuleneva piinarikka surmaga lõpesid.
Kui ma lugesin tangide kohta, millega sai meestelt peenise maha rebida (kusjuures üldiselt seda ei tehtud, sest keskaegsed inimesed väidetavasti austasid meessuguorganeid), siis tuli üks naine mulle selja taha. Väga arglikult ütles, et mul oli palutud tagasi minna ja siis vabandas, et tema ütleb ainult seda, mis tal kästi öelda. Mina vastasin, et isa enda süü, kui tal igav on, et ta oli selline kitsipung ja ise piletit ei ostnud.
Vaatasin väljapaneku lõuni ja läksime isaga tagasi. Lõpkokkuvõttes soovitan kõigil seda vaatama minna.
~:~Sain sealt palju rõõmu ja inspiratsiooni~:~
kekekeke

Igastahes eile käisid täditütretütred siin. Isa õe tütretütred st. Nendega ei olnud eriti midagi peale hakata. Käisime koeraga jalutamas, rääkisime. Näitasin neile shotimaa pilte, kusjuures tädi oli tore neid vaadates.

Ema (olles täditütretütardele banaani andnud): Mina ei ole veel näinud last, kes ei oleks ahvi järeltulija.

Tädi: LAIKAAA! Kiisu-kiisu-kiisu...

Paar minutit ennem:
Tädi: (Shotimaa pilte vaadates) Sul vanem tüdruk ei ole veel mehele läinud?
Mina: Ei. Aga mees on küll. Magavad ühes voodis ja ühes korteris elavad ja...
Tädi: Ah, et ühes voodis ka?
Mina: Jah.
Tädi: Khm-khm.
Täditütretütred ja mina: *irvitame*
Tädi: *osutab pildile* See ongi või?
Mina: Jah. See on Thomas.
Tädi: Miks ta selline...noh...imeliku näoga...
Mina: Ta on unine.
Tädi: No las magab edasi! *paneb pildi ära*

Pisut hiljem:
Tädi (pilte sirvides): Kena...kena...kena...mida see vanamutt siin teeb?...kena...kena...kena...

Tädi: Oot. Te olete siin veekeskuses või?
Mina: Ei. Botaanikaaias.
Tädi: Kus?
Mina: Glasgows.
Tädi: Kus see veel on?

Elu on ilus ja suvi on ka ^^

Issi läheb esmaspäeval tagasi Shotimaale, siis tuleb õde ja hakkab jälle see igavene kisa ja kakelemine

KURAT, rollimängu tahaks ka >.<