I, HumanBeing101, shall be working on extremely glorifying and self esteem raising descriptions about people on the Athion server (something I used to do on the Mithrintia forums). What are these glorifying descriptions? Basically, I use the power of simile, metaphor, personification, hyperbole, and other literary elements to over-glorify people in a grand description. Here's an example. Lightbane1900 - Former Mithrintia Build Team A colossus that towers over all others Wisdom that exceeds that of the great Athena But an imagination that soars higher than a height Icarus was ever able to achieve A broad chest that spans a galaxy’s length Every word uttered, a supernova, furious, immensely powerful, yet beautiful Accompanying hair radiating glory that matches that of Apollo’s grand chariot This stoic, with a face of stone, giving nothing Yet with eyes, spurting with golden ichor, revealing everything A heart that thumps with the strength of Hercules, freeing Prometheus from his chains of eternity As ferocious as Jupiter’s furious maelstroms But as soft spoken as a dying tree’s whisper This is… Lightbane1900 If you want a description, post a request on this thread under the following format. Minecraft Username: Current Server Rank: Former Rank (that you had on Mith or PI (If you hail from neither, say that you are from neither server in your request here)): A little about yourself (including your gender): Anything you wish for me to add onto your description?: I'll try to address requests as quickly as I can. Enjoy! -HumanBeing101 PENDING DESCRIPTIONS - These are a list of people's descriptions I need to complete MovieMaker2 - Athion Owner sycoinc - Athion Owner Xenzu - Athion Owner Jimboshep1 - Athion Member (Former Pwego-Insomnia Skilled) BassLegacy (description update) - Athion Administrator (Former Mithrintia Administrator) AaronD001 - Athion Staff (Former Mithrintia Moderator) Gravenfire45 - Athion Member (Former Pwego-Insomnia Student) DonyCro (account that tonicel uses) - Athion Member Note: I put Athion Member next to all non-staff/build-team members since I don't know how ranks exactly will be converted or will transfer. I will change the description ranks from the previous Mithrintia and Pwego-Insomnia ranks to their respective Athion ranks in due time shortly after the server's release. For all build-team members, I'm putting a "Former" in front since I do not know whether or not the build teams of Pwego-Insomnia and Mithrintia are still around, or have combined into an Athion Build Team. I do not know which members are within said build teams at this point. I hope to get those questions sorted out in due time. (For my own reference: http://www.athion.net/community/threads/quick-question-about-pi-ranks.317/#post-2286) I will delay staff descriptions to keep this thread interesting. The higher the rank, the longer the delay. Descriptions from Mithrintia I failed to complete when Mithrintia was up and will complete here at Athion SantaKlaws - Former Mithrintia T1 Belisarius21 - Former Mithrintia Member EckoGaming - Former Mithrintia Member TheEnderMai - Former Mithrintia T1 upperkrak - Former Mithrintia T1 ReivinFreesia - Former Mithrintia Hermit seniormaestro - Former Mithrintia Moderator Gunnys (a.k.a. Feninthra) - Former Mithrintia Administrator Requests for Uncompleted Mithrintia Descriptions (they're for my reference, you don't need to read this) lmao, this's something I'll enjoy ReivinFreesia dunno what rank I'm in on the new mithrintia, was rank of hermit back in the old one I guy with withdrawal symptoms cuz his stuck in the army without any from of gaming technology let alone minecraft. Belisarius21 Member I like architecture. Nah, I like everything really, architecture, terraforming, music, everything, I guess. upperkrak t1 pokemon gen 1 specialist [HASHTAG]#descriptions[/HASHTAG]
Mithrintia - Athion Owner (Former Mithrintia Owner) And so the crickets chirp under the twinkling starlight And so the frogs croak by the pond A ripple as the dragonfly lands softly in the water The soft ambient glow of the moon that provides absolutely nothing But a false sense of comfort And so in this peaceful scene With the soft spray of a persistent geyser in the distance With the light flutter of bat wings One would not expect such calm to be shattered Unless he remembered the periodicity of the unexpected The dark veil that blankets over the land, suddenly pierced by a lance of light As a brilliance, blinding, yet warming, surges over the expanse A flutter of a swallow's wings, glimmering, shining, burning, like those of a phoenix What was once gray, now red, filaments of cotton candy that wisp slowly across the sky As Ouranos, dappled with clouds of lavender, is greeted by a grand chariot As trees, dipped in a slumber, unfurl green leaves to accept the shine A red glare that looks over the gray seas, as they slowly wash the chalk sands Purifying them in preparation for the one that approaches A cheer, a final wolf's howl that echoes across the landscape The roar of a male lion, a show of false glorification against the dazzling beauty that rises The horizon, engulfed in flame, yet still cool and bitter from a dark ordeal Droplets on a cobweb, prisms, little spots of colors, copying the great rainbow bend that streaks across the sky The rolling landscapes, the green savanna grasses that flow and ripple like water The serenading trees, the gallop of bison, the prancing of deer Grand rocky snow capped peaks that scrape the skies, splitting the cosmos themselves in two A grand festival, the whole world that greets One that remains eternal One that remains powerful And even when the temporary figment of life passes And even when the oceans boil And even when the land is scorched And even when the stars burn and die And even when the planets disintegrate And even when the neutron stars no longer release their radioactive glow The cessations of a seemingly eternal stream of high energy photons that poisons any who dare approach And even when the black holes of the Universe, their momentum robbed of them through eons of Hawking radiation, dissipate into nothingness And even when all that once held definition, loses definition And even when the Universe plunges into darkness, prey to entropy One will always remain One will always remember the world that greeted him every day One will always remember his grand masterpiece, a virtual canvas for humans to display their creations upon One will always remain And so the crickets chirp under the twinkling starlight And so the frogs croak by the pond But even so, one remains adamant Against the decay Against the end In order to embrace the current The present The now That someone Is Mithrintia Littleredcow - Athion Administrator (Former Pwego-Insomnia Creative Administrator) The cardinals chirp in treble atop the trees With a plumage of shimmering glossy rainbow that ripples across feathers of scarlet Beaks proudly pointed skyward, in dignity above the lowly humans Fearless of the hawks and eagles, with their drab complexion The horizon slowly engulfs the great ball of light, rippling in heat A sharp crimson swathes over the grasses, dancing in frightening terror under a sky of pink The grand vessels of thick vapor, slowly drifting across the heavens Within them, locked the beauty of Iris, revealed only after monsoon and Helios work in allegiance The choir, suddenly punctuated by a presence A pressure A cow which rejoices among the prairies, jovially mooing in baritone Perhaps unsatisfied, plagued by constant hunger, thirst, and danger But free to prance about with the birds which wield the piccolos Forever one of Apollo's sacred bulls This is... Littleredcow Stamog - Athion Administrator A kiss to the earth And the crumbly brown sprouts out with curling green tendrils Baby hands that explore and grasp Curious, adventurous He looks up Pellets of water, a clap, and soon, a grand applause A shower that gives a standing ovation And as he walks away, the desert now a jungle The jungle rustles its grand leaves, a final cry of happiness Of vitality Of an impossible life otherwise denied by every impossibility Before it is robbed of its life by a blazing inferno For one million years, death chases him But immortal is he, for a clasp on him death does not have A great escape artist, striking hollow hairs of magenta Hummingbirds and bumblebees that flutter their wings around tubules of nectar A glistening mouth that drips with honey, gold and sticky Eyes of marble, irises of crystal Gleaming with striking sapphire blues and emerald greens Iridescent is his skin, pulsating with fantastic hues Beautiful deep reds swathe over his body Orange waves wash over him A living tattoo, with fish of yellow and green prancing in and out of existence Deep blues and indigoes prance about like deer, clashing dark antlers before dissipating into dust Purple skies that complete the mood, his body now a scenic moving landscape Bright, for the shades together bring white But forever is he stalked by his twin Whereas he himself brings life His opposite twin brings death If the trees sprout, the fire incinerates If the rivers flow, the oceans boil If the sun burns, the moon shrouds If the grasses of the plain dance under the wind, punctuated by beautiful flowers of amber and pink, then the deserts will scorch and whip up a blistering sandstorm For we are all blessed by the light But cursed to end by the darkness A pitch black formed as well by all the visible hues under the stars And so he prances with himself Himself slowly wasting away, flickering like a candle While his dark opposite feeds and grows ever stronger Light and dark Happiness and grief Order and entropy Life And death Stamog
The following are past descriptions I put up on the previous Mithrintia forums. I'm sharing these to all of the people of Athion. I'm not sure how the new ranks work just yet, so I'm putting up old Mithrintia ranks alongside the names. BassLegacy - Athion Administrator (Former Mithrintia Administrator) A fine complexion, skin tanned to a radiance that defies that of the cast of the Jersey Shore Thumping chest that bellows the cry of a thousand elephants Stance mightier than that of the entire Himalayan mountain chain Chin graceful as a pair of gazelle testicles, offering free ice cream to a small child Shin muscles convulsing like the anger of a furious maternal octopus Eyes that shine like the beautiful pearls of an oyster, glistening in the glorious shine of the starry night This is... BassLegacy Prey2Live_EVDY - Athion Administrator (Former Mithrintia Administrator) The embers of a furious dragon’s fiery destruction The burnt remnants of a child’s teddy bear Is reflected like a painting in her beautiful auburn hair The grand arches and curves of her body A body that Aphrodite would envy Like the great rolling sand dunes of the Sahara Desert, under the blazing hot sun Her young eyes, like great nebulae, the birthplace of many a star Trapped, in a glass crystal, serving as the windows to her soul Her erotic lips, the fresh kiss of sticky cranberries, in the morning breeze Which makes up for her odor The odor of a hundred sweaty male gorillas during mating season The scent of a vulture, preying upon carcasses But mixed in, the sweet scent of frost tipped petunias A maiden, with breasts as round as ripe grapefruits, glistening in the jewels of water droplets rolling down its sides Is regarded by many as sexy Is regarded by others as stinky But regarded by me as... Prey2Live_EVDY iJonesy94 - Former Mithrintia Build Team Member A stern man, pale hair as defiant as the snow capped Andes of South America Thighs that twist and turn like the great pythons of the rainforest Knuckles that crackle and boom like the great thunderbolts of Zeus himself Booming biceps of a magnificent jungle gorilla that dwarfs even that of the young Schwarzenegger Wide shoulders that span beyond the lengths of the greatest of rivers Abs that can withstand the full charge of even the strongest of Javan rhinos This is... iJonesy94 Lightbane1900 - Former Mithrintia Build Team Member A colossus that towers over all others Wisdom that exceeds that of the great Athena But an imagination that soars higher than a height Icarus was ever able to achieve A broad chest that spans a galaxy’s length Every word uttered, a supernova, furious, immensely powerful, yet beautiful Accompanying hair radiating glory that matches that of Apollo’s grand chariot This stoic, with a face of stone, giving nothing Yet with eyes, spurting with golden ichor, revealing everything A heart that thumps with the strength of Hercules, freeing Prometheus from his chains of eternity As ferocious as Jupiter’s furious maelstrom But as soft spoken as a dying tree’s whisper This is… Lightbane1900 StefanLim - Former Mithrintia Build Team Member The soft exhale to him Is a thousand volcanic eruptions to us A great pose, with muscles the size of mountains As he, like Atlas did for thousands of years, bears the weight of the world upon his shoulders A fury, deep within, waiting to be unleashed, like the anger of Ares bringing a battalion of great Spartan warriors to wage war with empires galore Yet soft spoken, and knowledgeable, is he Granting generous gifts to those beneath him, like the great Prometheus lent fire to mankind This man, a titan of his age, a man we shall all look up to As he sits upon his throne, looking down upon even the mighty Zeus He is… StefanLim EquinoxDev - Former Mithrintia Developer A perfect balance between the light and the dark Evil, pitch black, the furious torrent of a raging black hole, ripping the near immortal stars to nothing more than bits of gas But a light A blinding light That shines brighter than Apollo's grand chariot A blinding light, more powerful than a supernova He is the yin And the yang He is the raging dragon, shooting great spurts of blue fire, reducing the mountains themselves to little more than ash But he is also the drop in the pond A frog croaking on a lily pad A representation of perfect harmony Balancing the two opposing forces, like Libra to create something epic He is... EquinoxDev 14iCBi - Former Mithrintia Moderator Cold and methodical As the man exhales a wisp of air into the soft snowstorm Fingers, slender as the spider legs of a black widow, waiting to pounce upon its prey, tapping on a wooden desk His face, not just any kind of stoic But a sternness resembling the eternal head statues of Easter Island Basking in the warm golden light of the sun But behind his praying mantis like demeanor, waiting to spring upon a victim And the slow ticking of his clockwork heart Underneath the trivial bits of flesh and muscle that perfectly captures the likeness of the great Iapetus Beneath his ruthlessness that makes him a splitting image of King Minas Lies a dormant soul, slowly burning in anger Until the day he is destined to erupt like a supernova, releasing his fury upon the world With the shrill of a thousand shreiking banshees This is… 14iCBi Trinityde - Former Mithrintia Moderator Legend has it that there is a man of immense power and wisdom With eyes of fire, burning with an intensity equal to that of a blazing phoenix in full fury Surrounded in a great orange inferno And with eyes of ice, stares that can send chills up your spine, making bones as brittle as sand Mountains crumble and dissolve in his wake His casual footsteps, a great earthquake to us, a might even Godzillla cannot rival A single heavenly teardrop, blessed by the grace of a thousand singing fairies, can bring about a horde of monsoons that plague the human race for centuries But what makes him so enchanting Be it his emerald encrusted chest, which moves like molasses whenever he breathes? Be is his polished toenails that resembles beautiful ocean seashells, flawless, and smoothed to perfection? Is it perhaps the deep somber voice that resembles the slow plucking of a string bass, accompanies by a jazz band quartet in pianissimo? Maybe it’s his dark chocolate hair, which whips back and forth in the soft breeze like great trees would in the midst of a typhoon, struggling as a lone wolf against the howling winds Whatever the case, he is, and always will be, the legendary… Trinityde
The following are past descriptions I put up on the previous Mithrintia forums. I'm sharing these to all of the people of Athion. I'm not sure how the new ranks work just yet, so I'm putting up old Mithrintia ranks alongside the names. IAmNotABucket - Former Mithrintia T2 A blackout is no match for he for he, this dashing man which dons a sombrero Since his beautiful smile, birth of sakura flowers and frog croaks Lights up the room His eyes, glazed over with the kiss of a thousand angel tears Can shatter the souls of even the most ferocious of mountain lions His long slender grace the piano with striking precision The precision of a preying mantis, striking at its dinner His hair whips back and forth like the glorious sweaty horse testicles that catch the beautiful sunset light before it stands upon two legs, and lets out a whinny far stronger than the roar of a chainsaw But his name, a deceiving name, in perfect denial This man, a liar in his essence But a lady's man at heart This is... IAmNotABucket GAMEMASTER161 - Former Mithrintia T2 A dragonborn With a poker face not of stone But of titanium A rose be not his favorite of flora But a fire flower A faint smile, the light fluff of puffy cumulus clouds As he reveals his royal flush A spiritual pressure, weighing down his opponents with the gravity of a neutron star As wooden pieces clash, marching towards inevitable checkmate This man, hailed by gamers as a god Even Garry, creator of the legendary mod, hails to this being The victor of every competition, this is no ordinary master This is… GAMEMASTER161 OBEY_ME_BITCH - Former Mithrintia T2 His eyes alone Enough pressure to cause legs to buckle, bones to shatter, souls to ashes Stars to stardust As the intense stare emanating from his eyes, eyes so perfect and round like beautiful ruby tapioca, weighs you down with the force of a million neutron stars A titan of gold, or rather, bronze, as his almost metallic skin, perfectly tanned by the sun’s kiss, gleams and glistens in the starlight Much like Xerxes of Persia, he is embellished with gold As he stands up from his throne of aurum, his jewelry, which pales in comparison to his true beauty, work to amplify the details of his body Abdominal muscles rolling and churning like the celestial fury of newborn nebula, creating gigantic stars, howling with solar wind Thick leg muscles that twist and convulse like a python, eating a gazelle whole And a broad chest that spans the width of an entire light year And he stands tall, like a grand titan, looking up into the sky, daring Apollo to try and blind him. A city beneath him, a billion human souls cowering in respect and fear As he utters his booming command, more powerful than the crackle of a giant lightning bolt, more powerful than the simultaneous trumpeting of a thousand elephants He says his name. A striking phrase that impacts the weak hearts of the people with deadly accuracy with the strength of Hephaestus’s mallet, clashing down onto hot iron, forging a divine blade He says these words: OBEY_ME_BITCH sarah_belle13 - Former Mithrintia T2 If Gimli had a different choice, he wouldn’t have taken Galadriel’s hair But rather, the hair of a different maiden A maiden whose hair flows like a chocolate river, slowly bending around the old oak trees Her voluptuous body, each curve like the graceful bounds of pronghorn at full charge, galloping, almost floating, over the large expanses of grassy flatlands Sensual is she, skin so smooth and immaculate as to put even Venus to shame Her physique emanating a warm glow, like the puffy clouds of Asgard, encrusted in gold that radiates a heavenly atmosphere Her eyes, the dollops of white dough speckled with sugar and glazed in caramel Her voice, a happy tone more uplifting than a divine Beethoven masterpiece But a solemn tale told, and the grave music of Orpheus flows from her soft lips Lips that speak words that can cause gods to burst into tears Lips like glistening ripe cherries, sweet as honeydew Her smile, a battalion of lyres, which fills your soul with an overwhelming euphoria of pleasure But her frown, a terrifying thundercloud, every blink a crash of Mjolnir against the underbelly of the slain Ouranos Of course, none of this is true Since she is a maiden of indescribable beauty She is... sarah_belle13 sadauskasa00 - Former Mithrintia T1 Clean and cut is he Silent like the night panther slowly creeping upon the still water Smooth as the beautiful shine of the glorious pale moon Hands as swift as that of a darting dragonfly in a graceful battle with a black widow spider Intuition as sharp as the finest blade of grass Words as painful and as poisoning as the skin of a rainbow colored tree frog, glistening in the moist Amazon rainforest air A man of precision, attention to detail down to the last hairbreadth This is... sadauskasa00 Ciel_Phantomhine - Former Mithrintia T1 His heartbeat, the incessant ticking of a metronome in adagio The understanding hooting of the night owl that flutters under the moonlight, with eyes of glass and marble A man of mystery, standing out like a shining giraffe, galloping over the herds of wildebeest under the radiant sunlight His mighty bellow, far mightier than even the mightiest of Viking war cries, whose booming shouts reach out to even the heart of Odin himself His thick chests, tougher than even the strongest of redwood trees, able to withstand the most furious of typhoons spawned from the depths of Poseidon's being Yet elegant is he, this young man of Edolas This is... Ciel_Phantomhine electricshock19 - Former Mithrintia T1 By day, an ordinary man Unkempt hair that matches the unruly grasses of the Louisiana swamplands Metallic objects, he dares not touch Nor a solution of electrolytes, he dare drinks But a night, a party animal, partying as hard as the party gorilla partying upon a neutron star, a thousand light years away Bolts of lightning that run down his rippling muscles Muscles that churn and convulse and twist like the great fury that is the wrath of Ares fighting off against the might of Zeus himself Shocking, is his behavior, when he is seemingly drunk Yet perfectly sober is he A master of subtlety and picking up ladies Some call him 19 But I call him... electricshock19 eagle_x5 - Former Mithrintia T1 The draft of the cool clouds, slowly wafting over the grand mountain chain Mountain ibek, stumbling over slippery mountain pebbles, clashing great horns in a furious battle Huge salmon, flipping over a raging river, gasping in exhaustion The rolling thunderclouds, booming in the distance But all of this greatness, is nothing Compared to the magnificent bird of prey that watches over its mountain dominion with eyes of fire, and claws of iron This legendary one, the one known as… eagle_x5 Elfylink - Former Mithrintia T1 One can get lost in the labyrinth of Daedalus But to escape from this female’s eyes, one will need more than Ariadne’s thread to find his or her way out Eyes of beautiful coffee droplets that beautifully reflects the snow white moonlight Supple is she, her fine body resembling that of the flowing grasslands of great prairies In the afternoon breeze Limber are her legs, slender like the wavy bamboo dancing in the light winds as their leaves shimmer and shake bringing harmony and peace to the Chinese lands But her hair, a fine flowing waterfall, not of crystal clear water, but rather, of eroded soil, serving as vessels of flora, perhaps someday collecting into a grand tropical island in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. This lady, who smells of roasting coconuts wafting underneath a Caribbean sun, is called a goddess by many She is… Elfylink JustInT1me1 - Former Mithrintia Member An old, wise man That has lived through many a millenia Toting a long and puffy beard of unkempt cotton of the fur of a battle torn polar bear, snarling and growling for walrus meat An imperfect snowstorm, leaving only blotches of frost on the ground Like Gandalf the White, or perhaps Dumbledore Old, tired, but certainly not weak Great broad muscles matching that of Odysseus after being blessed by the great Athena to smite unto death the men that dare defile his estate His weary gray eyes, a storm that brews and froths over an uneasy ocean His voice, cracked and gnarled But overwhelmingly powerful The weight of great mammoths weighing down on your shoulders, as you listen to his wise words But a curse he has For he is never early But like two sides of a coin, he is never late He is and always will be... JustInT1me1
Swifthawk_D - Athion Member The rook attacks A sentinel of ashen wood, charging across the field of grass, Grass swaying in their hypnotizing checkerboard pattern of lime and jade hues The Sicilian formation, pawns with their swords brandished outwards, collapses at the arrival of the juggernaut But a knight in shining armor A paladin of the sky, of the fields, of the waters With steel plates, polished, reflective as mirrors, capturing perfectly the creation of the gods Prominent, yet graceful, bold, yet invisible On his horse of chestnut, with its muscles rippling Like the violent torrents only Neptune's fury could match As the stallion leaps over the pawns Sailing through the air like the outspread wings of the hawk The paladin, with lance in hand Skewers and slays the strong soldier, another statistic amidst hundreds of joustings And the enemy, mighty as a castle, falls And the warrior, amazingly romantic Smooth as the gleaming pearls of the seas Rides off into the distance, coolly offering his life for the protection of his allies And the units exclaim in admiration and awe Thank you Sir Swifthawk_D Spark1098 - Athion Member The traveler begins the journey of a thousand miles with his first step Down into the polished white marble caverns Stone of chalk and pearl, streaked with lines of ash Into the depths Creatures of shadow and nightmarish fantasy take form A darkness that his eyes of amber could not gaze into The abyss claws out at the traveler A dive into the chilled water A delve into the past Beasts of the dark that represents the inner woes snap and grab But the traveler pushes on And finally, a feeble glow A Pandora's Box of sorts For the sins of this world had already been released, the traveler knew no more pain could escape the box But only enter the cavern But only inundate further into his heart But in his understanding of the pain and suffering The immorality and evil of those around him, the carelessness of clumsy creatures He fears that the truth would be masked by the blessing But he reaches anyways Into the jar, for hope And suddenly a dazzling light of topaz shines through And the traveler is once again outside Greeting the vast expanse with his own eyes Eyes of amber A quick glance at the sun, and the traveler looks away, into the frost tipped mountains Crags that hook like eagle talons Peaks that jut into the heavens like panther claws, tearing into Ouranos as Cronus once did eons ago But now, with a new inner sunlight that illuminates his inner cavern, the traveler presses on Godspeed Spark1098 Gaynor12 - Athion Member The blistering sun beats down on the rainforest The caws of the exotic birds, dappled with splashes of bright reds and bold yellows Warn of incoming storms Booms of thunder, the clash of titans Perspiration that rains down like a monsoon The heavy breathing of the gales that torment the jungle The harsh whistle of a zebra, a referee of a divine battle And peace is made Peace enough for this multifaceted deity Not only does this being have a body of great and imposing strength Of an enormous stature A gleaming statue of tungsten, a density of iridium, the softness of velvet This being also has dreams A vision Of beauty and complexity For the world is his block, and he shall chip away at the granite to reveal a masterpiece of glimmering diamonds And embedded within his beautiful vision, a heart of benevolence Of cooperation The value the beautiful connections between humans so significant to him And even if he looks not ideal in the eyes of others And even if others refer to him as a sunset of sickly lemon pallor Of an annoyingly stubborn ball of gas unwilling to recede under the horizon He shall remember that within himself is a starry night of twinkling stars Like holes of light in the sky, opportunities to be unlocked Courage that lifts him to the heavens, above the negativity of the majority This is... Gaynor12 ajoyboy - Former Pwego Insomnia Build Team Member Dry, coarse skin, dermal cells separated by the dry cracks of a withering desert Unruly, disheveled, tattered threads of silver and granite that curl underneath his chin Eyes of icy intensity, cold, unforgiving, revealing nothing An unparalleled beauty within the mind of the sculptor The architect The painter For whilst Ouranos strings along lattices of water in beautiful puffs of pinks and gun metal Lavenders and caramels The wise man toils restlessly, whittling away at the land A perfect land laden with imperfections An innocent Earth that hides behinds its face a heart of fire and lava And as the Sun and the Moon relentlessly feud for dominance over the skies And even as the plains are scarred with a hail of bullets And even when the mountains, seemingly stoic, tumble like a house of cards under mankind's most ambitious mining endeavors The man will continue to paint Will adapt with the changing times And he shall bury his own grave when he is made blind by the darkness of the dead sun, the beauty of his perpetual creation out-shined by a planetary nebula of greens and reds, deep rolling azures and pinpricks of tangerine For without his grand tools For without the rivers and rains For without plant life that tethers and connects, manifests and flourished For without the earthquakes and volcanoes The man is but a memory Important to us now, irrelevant to the rest of the Universe But forever ajoyboy xboxelitepro - Athion Member The ground is thumping Elephants that stampede upon the dried and withering plains Dust kicked up into the air A puff of smoke, a grand flower of orange A punctuated shockwave, a fire Grand dragonfly putter their rotating wings, and launch their payload Giant goliath beetles that tread across the rough terrain, devouring everything in gulps of fire and shells Panic, screams, for Deimos has descended upon the land But a curl of the facial hair Of dark chocolate shavings that sits proudly atop the face The narrowing of indifferent, aloof eyes One that stares through a monocle One that stares into the world The puckering of lips, the nose sampling the fine red wine The scene fades away, blown into the wind, the story carried away into the dissipating smoke of the pipe The book is closed, the fireplace settles And the epitome of Maciavelli's finest dreams stands and stares into the stars Informed and intelligent, composed and analytical Well rounded and imaginative, a man of finesse and talent The gentleman stands proudly above the ignorant to face the inevitable xboxelitepro Lol_u_Noob - Athion Member It is fabled that unicorn's blood is mightier than giants' skin Ink that flows and courses through a tip, flourishes and arches that reach and curl like vines Meaningless symbols that hold deep meanings, words that can alter live Words that can inspire Words that can create, destroy, change everything we know When used correctly, the pen is in fact, mightier than the sword But what of the paintbrush? The colored pencil perhaps? The wooden barrel of wax that works its magic on paper A book can stretch long and far, be packed with many literary elements Make people understand, imagine, envision But no words can properly describe Da Vinci's vision of Mona Lisa's smile like his art can No words can give the same marvelous feel as Van Gogh's Starry Night can The wisps of milk that curl under a dandelion crescent With spindly fingers of the Earth reaching towards the stars Words may inspire, but artwork can capture, can bring about an instantaneous reaction Word are delayed, words are subtle Words bring suspense, carry meaning But artwork is for those that gobble inspiration, artwork is now, artwork brings beauty And Athion is blessed with one that weilds the tools of physical imagery so well Colored pencils the multicolored hues of this knight's glorious lance as he jousts against the dullness Perhaps brushes are his tsunamis, with inundations of paint overwhelming the blank with vitality And here he is, in search for another tool to add to his collection To build with blocks alongside the best To laugh alongside the community To create art with and for his brethren Lol_u_Noob
dordsor21 - Athion Member (Former Mithrintia T1) Cursed be the fool that dare steal from this man Filthy squires that intrude upon intellect As Edison preyed upon Tesla So did a friend upon this person A creator, an artist A man of nobility that shines in his golden armor A phoenix A bird of fire that shares its warmth with others But so greedy the populace that his blaze was robbed But no matter, the phoenix shall slump into the darkness and fade into the ashes Only to be born anew More powerful More glorious And the skies shall darken, as the moon shrouds the sun in oblivion A moon that brings inundations and high tides The clouds will rise, like anvils, and bring about monsoons The deserts shall rage and sting with sand that whips throughout the land The plague shall feed upon the innocent But no matter The air shall crackle and burn The sands of the seas shall melt The oceans shall boil As the phoenix burns azure with fury and energy And many a swine shall attempt to make do like Prometheus But without a titan's body, they shall shrivel in the heat of the creator With his infinite imagination and intellect, dreaming of justice and forgiveness With forever a fire in his heart dordsor21 XxMX26xX - Athion Member (Former Mithrintia T1) A sentinel Skin of bronze, each footstep accompanied by a clang Of faded brown, now chipping away with green Walking liberty, lacking a torch Without a light to guide "huddled masses yearning to breathe free" A mouth that exhales not the gaseous essence of plants, but rather, thick clouds of water vapor Of steam Clouds that veil a mouth of gnashing cogs and gears Clockwork set to tick away for many eons more Flickering filaments of tungsten that glow bright yellow Illuminating behind quartz portholes that gaze into the world Glowing eyes that have stood the test of time for three hundred and thirty three generations Decaying, seemingly immortal in a body of iron So ironic, the steam which powers is the same steam which wastes away Which corrodes A curse, a suffering Both living, and dying Unable to cross over, for he embodies the middle line Blurred is the ink boundary that separates life from death And so the sentinel treks across the nuclear wasteland In search of life A blooming flower that greets the sun In a land of death XxMX26xX
Littleredcow - Athion Administrator (Former Pwego-Insomnia Creative Administrator) The cardinals chirp in treble atop the trees With a plumage of shimmering glossy rainbow that ripples across feathers of scarlet Beaks proudly pointed skyward, in dignity above the lowly humans Fearless of the hawks and eagles, with their drab complexion The horizon slowly engulfs the great ball of light, rippling in heat A sharp crimson swathes over the grasses, dancing in frightening terror under a sky of pink The grand vessels of thick vapor, slowly drifting across the heavens Within them, locked the beauty of Iris, revealed only after monsoon and Helios work in allegiance The choir, suddenly punctuated by a presence A pressure A cow which rejoices among the prairies, jovially mooing in baritone Perhaps unsatisfied, plagued by constant hunger, thirst, and danger But free to prance about with the birds which wield the piccolos Forever one of Apollo's sacred bulls This is... Littleredcow
Minecraft Username: Gaynor12 Server Rank: Member A little about yourself (including your gender): I am 16 years-old, male. I am on my schools high school football team, baseball team, wrestling, and golf. I am great at math and want to become an architect. I enjoy helping others. Sportsmanship is what really counts. Anything you wish for me to add onto your description?: I have lots of courage and I am not afraid of what others might say or do.
Swifthawk_D - Athion Member The rook attacks A sentinel of ashen wood, charging across the field of grass, Grass swaying in their hypnotizing checkerboard pattern of lime and jade hues The Sicilian formation, pawns with their swords brandished outwards, collapses at the arrival of the juggernaut But a knight in shining armor A paladin of the sky, of the fields, of the waters With steel plates, polished, reflective as mirrors, capturing perfectly the creation of the gods Prominent, yet graceful, bold, yet invisible On his horse of chestnut, with its muscles rippling Like the violent torrents only Neptune's fury could match As the stallion leaps over the pawns Sailing through the air like the outspread wings of the hawk The paladin, with lance in hand Skewers and slays the strong soldier, another statistic amidst hundreds of joustings And the enemy, mighty as a castle, falls And the warrior, amazingly romantic Smooth as the gleaming pearls of the seas Rides off into the distance, coolly offering his life for the protection of his allies And the units exclaim in admiration and awe Thank you Sir Swifthawk_D