I was reading over these recent posts and I was reminiscing over the great and fun times we all had 4 or 5 years ago, it’s really sad that we don’t really get to talk to each other as much anymore, i remember how much fun we used to always have on xat. I was thinking maybe we could start a skype group where we could talk about anything we want and just have sort of a reunion and have good times again (by talking I mean instant messaging, calling is optional, I use skype primarily for talking to my friends in a group). So yeah, I’m starting High school this year, which is slightly spooky but I’ll just have to live with it, I suppose. I’m going to the Pacific Beach for vacation on Monday for 2 days, I’m super excited for that because I really love the beach and I love sleeping away from home. I really want to talk more but I don’t know what else to say. I love you guys so much! <3 So yeah I would like to have a skype group for us. Edit: The thing I was getting at about the Skype group is that I’d like for all of us to be closer friends, and with Skype we would all be in a circle
July 11, 2015
So not only have I picked up a NEW project, I have not worked on the NANN at all.
but it’s fine, it’s whatever, it’s COOL ITS NOT LIKE I ACTUALLY WANTED TO DO IT ANYWAY
anyway, the other night my friend came over and we watched series of unfortunate events, which was a TOTAL THROWBACK!! that was my favorite movie for ages!! I was violet for halloween like 3 years in a row, but klaus was my ultra favorite character!
the look of the movie got me thinking, and it made me want to make something really steam-punky, but i have nooo idea what i want to make!
i know i want it to involve people being awesome.
so if you want, you can give me a character design or something and maybe i will make an animation of them or a drawing, idk?? i just want to try out different styles, but i have no idea what i want to do (definitely nothing super long, haha)
so even if you just have a steampunky dress you want me to draw someone wearing, or if you want your BOTB character to swing an axe at someone with gears and stuff everywhere, let me know! after a week of creative stagnation i am suddenly getting hit by this wave of “OMG DO THINGS DO ALL THE THINGS AT ONCE”
this is kind of the style i am inspired by/aspiring towards? end credit style stuff
so just let me know what you guys think/want/idkk help what am i doing
July 5, 2015
It’s that time of year again. Minimal updating, and fixing broken links.
Sheet taken from here. There are fun links everywhere. Either they hold a pronunciation key or more information.
Name: Camille Nefertari Cameron
Alias: Camille, Cami
Birthdate: February 29th, 1996
Country of Origin: USA
Birthplace: Nashville, TN
Ethnicity: Egyptian and Caucasian
Occupation: Full Time Student
Language(s): English, Two years of crappy High School Spanish, Can write in Hieroglyphics
Native tongue: English
Religion: Worships the Ancient Egyptian deities.
Culture: Practices traditions from both sides of family.
Political affiliation: None, as she hasn’t registered to vote.
Education: High School diploma, One year of college toward Astronomy major finished.
Weapons/Offensive equipment: A spear that is disguised as a cat necklace [Changes when unclasped. Super stupid concept on my part, but still pretty cool.], her own two fists.
Items/Defensive equipment/Misc: Fighting style– Hair pulling, biting, scratching, pretty much catfight combat. She’ll also stick you with the pointy end of her spear, or shock you with lightning. You can read about Egyptian weapons here: [X]
Money/Amount of: 3 bucks and a gum wrapper.
-Funds (In bank): Whatever’s in her College fund, minus a year’s tuition.
Transportation: Walking and/or Borrowing the car.
Recent pictures: I’d say she looks somewhat similar to these three ladies. [X] [X] [X]
Weight: Somewhere between 110 and 115 pounds
Eye Color: Brown
Hair: Black, wavy, long, messy. Style reference: [X]
Skin: See above pictures. Skin is dark enough for her foundation to be named after a food, i.e. “Cafe Au Lait”, or “Caramel”. Thanks, Covergirl.
Shoe size: 6.5 or 7
Figure/build: Skinny, small bit of muscle from moderate exercise, and hardly any curves. Straight up and down, basically. Could be described as ‘flat chested’, though she likes to argue that she definitely is “Not in any way associated with this body type”. Bra size is an A, you creep.
Scars: Various cuts and scrapes. Has a scar from an emergency appendix surgery.
Piercings: Several up the ear, small diamond in the right side of the nose.
Clothing style: Kind of grungy. Think late 90s/Nirvana groupies. A quick search on We Heart It will give you the right idea:
Currently lives: With her dad.
Living Arrangements: Studio loft apartment. Has 2 bedrooms.
Description of daily surroundings: She has a room with a cool dutch door, and a cat.
Hobbies: She is a good singer and actress, and can kind of play tennis. Astronomy.
Talents/Skills: She can summon anything that usually rains down from the sky: Lightning, rain , hail, thunder, men(Just kidding.), etc.
Strengths: Her spear, loyalty, pure tenacity.
Weaknesses: Very stubborn, rarely gets along with people, and always puts things off until the last minute. Has a hard time controlling powers when angry.
Love interest(s): None, as having Egyptian gods and goddesses as family is very hard to explain. Currently not looking for a date.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Dominant Hand: Right
Diet: Eats a healthy diet, but has a weakness for barbecue potato chips.
Drinker?: Socially, yes. Has never been one to become completely hammered.
Smoker?: She’s too broke for that kind of habit.
Drug user?: No.
Other addictions?: None.
Pet peeves: Chewing with your mouth open, popping gum, and making noises while eating are all something she cringes over.
Personality: As long as you’re not annoying or creepy; Camille can at least tolerate you. Very stubborn, rarely gets along with people, though is unconditionally loyal when she does. If you betray/wrong her in any way, she will undoubtedly get revenge in some form.
Disposition: Tries(and usually fails) to see the light in situations. Doesn’t care about much, but is incredibly passionate towards what she does.
Likes: Sleeping, cats, mythology, songs with dirty undertones, the night sky.
Dislikes: Annoying people, pointless arguments, being woken up before 9 in the morning, extreme heat.
Motivations: Money, positive outcomes, breaks from training, recognition for her hard work.
Morals: Will never betray her allies, Hates killing things, monsters included.
Fears/Phobias: Big dogs, snakes, other people’s blood, escalators.
Favorite food: Barbecue chips
Favorite drink: Cherry Pepsi
Favorite color: Blue.
Favorite song: Anything with dirty undertones.
Favorite movie: Any cheesy 80s movie centered around dancing. [Footloose, Dirty Dancing, Flashdance, etc.]
Favorite sport: Tennis. Kind of.
Favorite book: Egyptian mythology/Astronomy in general.
Other favorites: Animal- Cat Subject- History, or Star Mapping.
Parents: Mark Cameron [Human], Nut [Egyptian Sky goddess]
Siblings: Osiris, Set, Isis, Nephthys,
Other close relatives: Horus is her nephew. Relatives on mom’s side are hard to trace to an actual relation.
Friends: A lot of Egyptian gods and their children. Has a few mortal friends from High School and College as well.
Enemies: Ra and Set. Sometimes Geb[Earth god].
Pet(s): She has a cat named, Hatshepsut, after the woman pharaoh.
Special Body Augmentations: None.
Official/Personal Training: Depends on who wants to put up with her. (Some people are bad at Rock, Paper, Scissors.)
Important Additional Notes: Flexible, can put foot behind head and do the splits.
History: Very few people know she’s part goddess. Camille can easily pass for a regular citizen, and blends in pretty well with the average person on the street. She used to hate her mom for leaving, until she was finally told why.
Early Childhood: Didn’t know her mom, dad struggled to take care of her. Things started out rough for both of them, but her dad got a job in an observatory, and it all went uphill from here. This later sparks Camille’s love for Astronomy.
Adolescence: Mom is now in her life, has to deal with monsters and other strange things. Dad gives her weird books to explain what’s happening to her body. Those were a joy to read.
Adulthood: Everything remotely strange is seen as normal, mom visits on a regular basis, is learning to live on her own.
July 4, 2015
I haven’t made a post in almost a year! I feel terrible.
- Sophomore year sucked, and words can’t describe how glad I am it’s over.
- I got two new cats after Cookeh died. I got a little calico and a little tabby. Calico is a nasty little beast who craves attention, and tabby is crotchety. If someone told me that she had a plan to kill me; I would not be surprised.
- I got my first car. My dad literally paid $400 for it. …It needs work.
It’s nice to be back. :) I apologize for neglecting this for so long.
June 22, 2015
I think it’s become apparent that the NANN are kind of on a brief hiatus ^^” mainly because I have been working ever since I got back from Sarasota and Ringling, but also because I have like 20 OTHER THINGS TO DO!!!!
one of which i am super excited about! My friend and I are gonna make an animated mini-series in which we are paranormal investigators… but we are really bad at it, and only investigate things that have to do with fish
here’s a quick sketch of our characters i did in my down time at work
also, i’ve been procrastinating, so have a few sketches I did because I didn’t want to be productive:
June 19, 2015
I was taking a class on Zbrush at Ringling! It was really fun!
But it was 7 HOURS A DAY, and my friend was over, so I’ve been pretty busy! X0
Anyway, here are a few of the things I’ve been working on! I’ve also got an animation in the works so *hopefully* that will work out (and relatively soon!) :P
anyway, hope to be on more soon!!
June 17, 2015
The knife was held by a hand that seemed too small–impossibly small–compared to the strength of its vicious arc.
And it found its mark.
Crimson spattered the lily-white silk, pulsing from the wound like a mountain spring.
Two hands–again, small: impossibly, tragically small–clutched at the wound. Porcelain fingers against a scarlet backdrop.
Two eyes, usually sharp and shining, foggy with pain and confusion. They flicked about nervously; blue, glassy orbs frantically searching for understanding.
She opened her mouth as if to speak, but a small spurt of blood bubbled up instead.The red stain on her lips seemed to deepen as the pink flush faded from her cheeks.
“M… Mm…” she whimpered between raspy breaths.
“I’m sorry,” the knife was wrenched from its resting place in her chest.
The murderer wiped his forehead with his free hand.
“It had to be done.”
Maeve woke with a start, her heart pounding like drums in her ears. She threw her blankets off and frantically scrambled into the hallway, still half-asleep.
Her mother had been endowed with the gift of prophetic dreams, and Maeve knew better than to ignore a premonition as vivid as the one she had just been given.
Maeve burst through the door to her cousin’s room and collapsed–partially with relief, partially with exhaustion–at the side of her cousin’s bed. The young girl, Naiv, lay undisturbed. Her cheeks were as rosy as ever, and her silk nightgown remained lily-white.
Maeve heaved a sigh of relief and stroked the girl’s hair. Naiv stirred in her sleep and rolled onto her side, pulling her blankets closer around her shoulders.
The elder girl turned, resting her back against the bed. She was still quite shaken, and–while she had been relieved to find Naiv unharmed, there was another matter to attend to–her murderer.
For as much as Maeve tried to deny it, wished she had seen someone else, hoped she was mis-remembering her dream, the image was burned into her brain. Naiv’s murderer had been Michael, Maeve’s own brother.
Naiv and Michael were about the same age, and Maeve felt towards them as a mother might feel towards her own children. Maeve’s mother had disappeared when she was twelve, shortly after her father’s murder, and Naiv had been orphaned shortly afterwards. The grieving siblings had accepted their cousin with some hesitance, but Maeve had grown to adore her young cousin. Unfortunately, Michael had not taken so well to the new addition, a fact that deepened Maeve’s fear that her dream–or at least some aspect of it–was, indeed, a premonition.
Taking a deep breath and steadying her nerves, she got to her feet and peeped into Michael’s room.
He was sleeping soundly. He was tangled up in his sheets, but that was nothing new–he had kicked and thrashed in his sleep even before their parents’ absence. His contented snoring revealed that his dreams were peaceful and quiet.
As much as she wished she could crush it, Maeve felt an involuntary bubble of mistrust float to the surface of her thoughts. She shook her head, shoving it aside, and gently closed the door to Michael’s room.
‘Maybe I should just forget the whole thing entirely,’ Maeve thought to herself. The memory of her mother’s haggard face, worn ragged by thousands of dreams and visions of calamity, served as a grim but effective incentive to simply put the whole thing behind her and go back to sleep.
Maeve climbed back into bed but, even though she closed her eyes and lay in bed for what seemed like hours, she simply could not get back to sleep. Whether she had been too violently jolted from slumber to return, or the matter of her dream was still weighing heavily on her mind, somnolence remained elusive.
With nothing better to do and the hope that it might help her mind smooth its ruffled feathers, Maeve began to pace, searching for possible meanings in her dream (despite the obvious, that is). But no matter how she looked at it, the omen was still one of death and destruction, and it involved her darlings Naiv and Michael.
A glimmer of gold in the moonlight caught her eye, interrupting her desperate reverie. She tuned and examined the source: a dusty book on her mother’s old bookshelf. Maeve ran her finger down the spine; there was no text, no title, no author: simply gold bands that ran horizontally from cover to cover, each strip about two inches apart.
She opened the book and was immediately taken aback. She gasped and slammed the book closed, her heart racing again.
Her mother’s voice echoed in her head, “My beautiful Maeve, my queen,” her mother had said to her, a voice that was nothing more than a whisper, “you must give up the business of dreams,” she had shaken her head and muttered quietly, as if to herself, her sunken eyes fixed on the earthen floor. “This thing that I have given you–it has proven to be my own undoing, and I pray it is not yours!”
That was the last time she had seen her mother. Maeve, deeply disturbed by the exchange, hand left her mother gazing silently across the field of wild-flowers behind the house.
Maeve felt a shiver run down her spine–she wondered if her mother had somehow foreseen this, as well. Her eyes drifted back to the book, which she still held in her lap.
She was scared. If there was anything she could do to prevent the future prophesied in her dream, she knew she had to do it. Maeve knew she would not be able to live with herself if such a time came and she had not done everything within her power to prevent it.
But still… she shifted the book anxiously in her hands. She opened it again, slowly this time, and let her eyes rest on the contents of the page, despite the fact that it was a deliberate desecration of everything she had been taught to despise and fear.
It was a book of spells.
Maeve took a deep breath and flipped through the pages, growing more and more anxious. Just as she was about to abandon her plan, dream or no dream, she stumbled upon a page that caught her interest: a protection charm.
“With this simple charm,” she read softly aloud to herself, “you may preserve your life, despite your attacker.”
She scanned the page, her heart pounding. The charm seemed simple enough: it required a lock of hair from the victim, a lock of hair from the attacker, and something to bind them. However, it required incantations, and the very idea of invoking some kind of strange and mysterious power was extremely unsettling to Maeve.
She set the book aside, crossing her legs and resting her chin in her hands, trying desperately to think of a solution that excluded witchcraft.
As if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning, she straightened suddenly, her eyes shining. She knew what to do!
She and Michael had another aunt and uncle, on their father’s side of the family, who lived several towns over. They had been bereft of children, and were in need of helping hands. It would not be too far-fetched, then, for her to suggest Michael go live with them to help around the house and farm. Neither Maeve nor Michael had been to visit in years, but Maeve figured a sudden and abrupt family reunion of sorts would not seem too strange, considering both of their families had been mourning.
She would talk to Michael about it first, of course, and make sure that he agreed with the idea, but she was fairly certain she would be able to talk him into it, even if he disagreed at first (their aunt and uncle had a trained falcon and several well-bred hunting dogs, and hunting was of particular interest to Michael at the time).
Almost forgetting about the spell book, Maeve rose to return to bed. But, again, something still felt unresolved. What if Michael returned from his aunt and uncles without telling her? What if he refused to go? As much as she hated the fact she suddenly felt unable to trust her own brother, these thoughts were extremely stubborn and refused to be reasoned away–Michael didn’t hate Naiv, and he had no reason to kill her. Her parents had lost everything in the fire, and the poor girl had been left without a home inheritance–she had been without everything, save the clothes on her back.
But the doubts rose to the surface, like the dead, bloated fish in a lake, and she felt herself drawn–against her will–to the spellbook.
It couldn’t hurt to just make a simple talisman–an object of protection–could it?
to be continued…
(yeah so i’ve been doing a lot of comic-ing lately: NANN, a comic my best friend and i are writing together, a comic ANOTHER friend of mine and i are working on, then some asst. animation work, so I don’t have much more room in my scheduel to make another super visually based story. so i figured, what better time to get back into writing? also, i’m so sorry it’s so terrible, i haven’t written for anything but comics and animations in FOREVER so i am INCREDIBLY rusty! X0)