Animated+More [Open! URGENT!]Puppet Animation
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Ever wanted to see your character in motion? Wanted to see the way they'd stand in an idle stance? Well, you've come to the right place!
My main commissions for this round will be animated puppets. They are essentially 100% customized full-body drawings of your characters and drawn in such a way that I can animate piece by piece in After Effects. Now that I've figured out how to perfectly loop (loop without you really knowing where the end and start are), I'm feeling more confident about selling them. These two full-body examples I'm showing here are the only ones I have that perfectly loop, as the bottom example is where I discovered how to loop in such a way, but you can expect your image to look just like this! Well, as your character, of course. So, details!
Age: 40 moons
Gender: He/him -
Romantic Orientation: Panromantic
Mentor(s): Wolftalon (old)
Apprentice(s): n/a (open)
Personality Type: INTJ
Unfortunately, a trait of mine is too be rather nosy, a thing most cats aren't too fond of, but I find that it's quite useful to learn as much as you can... well, even if it's not a very polite thing to do...
Do you ever find yourself staring into the abyss, and see it gazing right back at you? ...Well, that particular sentence sounds rather dark and edgy. Let's just say I'm not one to hesitate throwing myself straight at the abyss. I fear nothing. ALMOST nothing.
My fellow clanmates tell me I have a rather eloquent way of dealing with political matters. I am a master with words, and I feel like I would be able to charm almost any political opponent.
Despite my rather glum looking appearance, I'm actually quite friendly. And as my previous trait suggests, a tom of great charm. Perhaps you think differently? Well, that's just because we haven't spoken yet. You'll see quite soon.
In a more casual setting, most cats assume I just don't care. Or they are intimidated by me... do I really look that blank? I've even heard some tell me I have a thousand-tail length stare.
As a result of my intense training as an apprentice, I am much more nitpicky than the other warriors. Do not be afraid or turned off to me if I start to evaluate or analyze you. I am simply attempting to see how I could make you a better version of yourself.
The sins of one's past can do quite a toll on the present personality, and I assume that is true here. My father taught me nobody was to be trusted, and my mentor had me constantly on edge at all times. The Scorching Sun, of course, will also do a number on a personality...
I am unable to decide on even the most basic of things. Birds? Or mice? We'll never know...
If you couldn't tell, my humor is quite dry. It's not funny to all. A shame.
Ah... an embarrassing facet of myself. Competition is something I live for, but I don't often find the time to... well, compete?
I would prefer to keep myself and my relationships private. Don't ask. Don't tell.
Speaking of relationships... it's hard to see myself in one for too long. It's hard to see myself in anything for too long. Such is the folly of toms.
Peter Murphy (Bauhaus vocalist) [link]
Pine trees, dirt, smoke
6/10; Rippling Muscles. They can do more heavy-hitting techniques and fight things a little bigger than themselves.
5/10; 20/20 vision. Vision and hearing is normal, and very slightly subtle body language is able to be identified. Vision and hearing in high places is somewhat impaired.
3/10; Sniffles. Minor colds, constantly. Almost normal hunger threshold. Can take pushes and bumps.
10/10; Silver-Tongued. Your wordplay is unmatched. You could convince an opponent to back down, if only for a bit. You’re a grade-A diplomat and can calm down a riot or stampede of cats.
5/10; I finished school. You have an average intelligence and average memory. You know the most basic of herbs.
4/10; Ooh, you missed it! You’re a slow hunter, but you can catch a few slow pieces of prey by yourself. You might be able to clamber up a tree with only some troubles.
7/10; Four-Leafed Clover. The universe seems to tolerate you at times and might favor you a bit, the tiniest bit. You’re less likely to get sick or go too hungry.
My mother is... rather nice. Well... she was nice. She died when the Scorching Sun came. A fatality among many, unfortunately, but she died helping cats escape the flames. She was... selfless. Always running from place to place, willing to help almost anyone out with anything. I guess that was her demise. Isn't it funny how the things we love doing the most are the things that will be the most harmful to us....
My father is still alive, unfortunately, and I can't go two seconds without that cranky old tom snapping in my ear about something I did wrong. Just when I think I'm free from cats standing over my shoulders, he always comes right back to bite me on the tail.
Sibling(s): Two older sisters (open)
Cousins: n/a (open)
Uncles/Aunts: n/a (open)
Half Sibling(s): n/a (open)
Other: n/a (open)
From the stories my mother and father would tell me as a young kit, my parents were quite the lovebirds. Sickeningly sweet love, they called it. Sickeningly, in my own definition here, meaning that I wanted to throw up every time they told this story over and over. The way the tell it is... Poppyheart and Beetleface met at the young age of six moons, young warriors in PineClan. They were so so so so so (not my own words) in love! But, alas, their love was merely a mutual crush for what seemed like moons and moons. It wasn't until they were both young warriors, that my father, Beetleface, confessed his love to my mother under the light of the full moon. She was elated, and they became, for lack of a better word, mates. Of course, I wasn't brought into the picture until a while later... let's get to that, shall we?
When I was finally born, I was the youngest of a litter of three. Two sisters came before me. And, well, as the youngest, I was treated more like a kit than I would've liked to be treated. Not that I was going to complain back then. I had warmth and free food. But, my mother was extremely doting, and she would not let me leave the nest for more than seconds at a time. My sisters, however, allowed to roam freely. I remember the night before we were made apprentices, my sisters tried to coax me out from my mother's fur. I was scared of her waking up, so I refused to move, simply watching my sisters romp around from the comfort of the nest.
As an apprentice, I was... well. Let's just say I had my rebellious phase. I was quick to judge, quick to snap, and quick to... well, I was just quick. My mentor was Wolftalon, and we spent most of our days training. I tried to spend as much time with the other apprentices as I could, but my waking hours were consumed by battle tactic after hunting tactic after literally any other tactic. Not that I am complaining, I am grateful to Wolftalon. I just feel like my younger moons were... ripped away from me.
And apprenticeship went just as quickly as it came. I became Flintclaw. No longer was I Flintpaw. I had my own name. Something that made me feel... unique. I don't... remember much from my younger warrior days, actually. I was reckless and did a lot of foolish things. I still feel like I do that. Nevertheless, I certainly made a name for myself in my clan, mostly for my hunting skills... but I'm not that great, I reassure you.
art credit sapphicool
im weasel......... i enjoy sleep
Icon by @ sapphicool