Did I say anything about her freezing stuff? Her INTERNAL body temp is absolute zero, when you touch her skin, it fells normal. That's 'cuz L_G built Tracy out of Plotoplasm, the substance all fictional characters are made of. She lives and breathes like a normal person.

If you created her, does that not mean you are sorta her parent? If that is so her parents can explain why she is like that, by your explanation.

Wait a second. Tracy Ketchum. OMG YOU'RE ASH'S AND TRACY'S FATHER!

GUH *facefall*
Incorrect. Sorry, you lose. *presses a button, and Strato is slimed*

Yes, Tracy is Ash's sister. No, I'm not their blipping father! Giovanni is! (in my stories he is)
Tracy has the innate abilty to survive and live with absolute zero temp, and I have the innate abilty to get off this computer and take my bath. Later.

Time for more characters. These three are based off of my prior Kaya Baltus profile.

Name: Seltrice Jarada
Age: 30
Gender: Female
*Species: Bat
Alignment: Evil
Personality: Nocturne’s elder sister Seltrice seems quiet, almost shy, but a strong fire of hate and pain burns inside her; thus, when it rains, it pours. She is chillingly cynical in thought, and her voice drips with sarcasm when she speaks. This overall omni-hatred is borne from her being thrown into a life she can’t stand to live, but is scared to end.
Seltrice was separated from her family almost at birth, kidnapped only a few hours after she was born by a rogue band of lizards. She was promptly brought to the attention of Devan Shell, under the impression that she would be even greater an asset if they started earlier on her. And so it was.
At a relatively young age, she was mated to an older member of Shell’s Dark Legion of bats, whom she immediately resented. She was regularly abused by her husband, whenever he felt the need to vent, and was further punished if she ever tried to fight back. As such, she is now regretting being inducted into Shell’s army, which she doesn’t know was never her choice in the first place.
Appearance: Seltrice has dark brown fur, roughly the same shade as her unknown sister, but she has purple eyes as opposed to Nocturne’s silver-blue. She also has a pair of belts around her ankles, which hold her mini-grenades, and a dull, almost unnoticable purple stripe down her back.
Weapons: Seltrice is very proficient in the use of her grenades, which she drops from above as she flies by.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “Somehow I get the feeling I’m not going to get the nap I deserve right now.”

Name: Tarchannen Jarada
Age: 33
Gender: Male
*Species: Bat
Alignment: Evil
Personality: Seltrice’s mate Tarchannen is controlling and unyielding to others. He is especially harsh to Seltrice, taking out the anger laid onto him by Devan Shell on his own wife simply because she’s the closest target. As a result, his peers refuse to associate with him, for fear that he will turn on them like he turned on Seltrice. Understandably, this causes his temper to escalate even further.
Underneath it all, Tarchannen has no care for Shell. He is only a subordinate because the turtle ensures that he is fed well. He secretly desires to lead his fellow bats in a revolt against the reptiles, and to become the head of his own army, comprised only of his nocturnal accomplices.
Appearance: Tarchannen is considerably larger than any other bat under Shell’s command. His fur is a very dark brown, almost black, and his eyes are dark green. His wings are also unnaturally large. It’s rumoured that Tarchannen was genetically enhanced as part of an experiment, but there is no proof for or against this rumour.
Weapons: Tarchannen will either use his razor-sharp claws, or his entire body, in battle.
Special Powers: Tarchannen can put enough force into a flying bodyslam to topple a turtle, and easily enough to put a rabbit out of commission for a decent period of time.
Quote: “When I want your opinion, I’ll ask you for it.”

Name: Denevan Triacus
Age: 25
Gender: Male
*Species: Generic Feline
Alignment: Good
Personality: Denevan is a very kind and compassionate creature, who never hesitates to lend a hand to those in need. He is friendly to all those who he talks to, and is greatly liked and respected for his generous and amicable disposition. Like Merik Cherubemoth, with whom he converses from time to time, he is often sought out for help or advice, and he is more than happy to help or advise. He is a favourite of the young ones, and he very rarely does not have time to play with them.
Denevan is the only person left who knows of the death of Nocturne’s mate, even including Nocturne herself. Having been good friends with both members of the relationship, he essentially pledged himself to the young mother, promising to protect and serve her, as her mate would have. Although she believes that her husband will return someday, even despite that he was deemed deceased, Denevan knows that he will be by Nocturne’s side indefinitely.
Appearance: Denevan has light grey fur and blue-green eyes. He usually wears a green T-shirt with the Danger Fist icon on the back, and khaki jeans. He also has a black leather shoulder pad on his left shoulder, which serves as a perch for Nocturne to alight on, and it is not uncommon to see the two of them chatting while she is perched on his shoulder. He wears his weapon, a six-foot-long blade chain, around his waist, over a leather belt, which prevents him from being sliced by the sharp links of the chain. He also wears one leather glove on his right hand, both as a secondary perch for Nocturne and as protection when wielding the blade chain.
Weapons: Denevan’s blade chain (or chain blade) is exactly what it sounds like it is: a long, narrow chain, whose links are sharp enough to cut easily through flesh. If an opponent comes too close, Denevan does not hesitate to rake them with his sharp claws.
Special Powers: Like many cats, Denevan is very swift and agile, with help from his feline reflexes. Also, he does not appear to require sleep for considerable lengths of time.
Quote: “Come again?”

Edit: Pronoun replacement.

Eh? Nocturne? I missed something?

Originally Posted by Coppertop

Eh? Nocturne? I missed something?

Yes, I think you did.

Originally Posted by 4I Falcon

I would post a few more characters up here, but I get the feeling you guys would beat me with flaming two-by-fours wrapped in barbed wire if I had more than thirty characters to work with. ¬_¬

Commence the beating.

I claim pages 2 and 6.

No one's beat you up yet, but we just might yet.

Fill me in with the Nocturne thingy ;-;

Originally Posted by 4I Falcon

Yes, I think you did.

Take a good look at the end of the sentence above, CT. You'll find it.

Ooh! I found it!

Eh...what?

The little dot thingy on the end of the sentence.

O_o I see little meaning in the period that which you speak of.

Period: Whattya talkin' 'bout?!

Notice said period is a link?

No, I didn't. I shall investigate!

L_G the explorer!

Name: Julia "Grandma" Conquista
Gender: Female
Age: Late fifties
Race: Human
Weight: 400 something pounds, 600 with weapons and armor
Title: Ultimate Evil
Clothes: Armor, evil looking dress, wears a human skull as a hat.
Alignment: Good
Bio: Grandma Conquista is cold and merciless. And evil. She is so evil, in fact, that she doesn't actually do anything evil - instead, she leaves everyone hanging in suspense; you never know when she might do something incredibly malicious. She currently runs a grocery store chain, occasionally leaving to visit Trafton or Sear.

Name: Edward Sear
Gender: Male
Age: Sixties
Race: Human
Weight: 100 something pounds
Title: Seer
Clothes: Robe
Alignment: Good
Bio: Sear knows everything that has ever happened, and has a good idea of what will happen next. However, he isn't always willing to share this information. He might be physically weak, but he is not easily intimidated. He will die before giving information to the wrong people - or, sometimes, the right ones.

Name: Solstice
Gender: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Race: Christmas Tree
Weight: However much a christmas tree weighs
Title: Christmas Tree
Clothes: Glass star on top, those little icecicle tree hangings.
Alignment: Evil
Bio: Solstice is a foe to be feared. He can instantly teleport anywhere he wishes to, and stab his branches through even the strongest armor. He is a master of black magic, and can even take over his opponent's minds. Perhaps his only weakness is his that he is made of wood - a forest fire could mean the end of him.

ROFL! That's almost as bad as your burritos!

Originally Posted by Coppertop

ROFL! That's almost as bad as your burritos!

Thanks =P. Which one? Solstice or Conquista?

Radium gives new meaning to the phrase "s/he's such a character." Oof.

Originally Posted by Radium

Thanks =P. Which one? Solstice or Conquista?

Both. Conquista's Ultimate Evil, but she's good? And I believe that's the first time there's ever been a tree in the WT.

Even if Solstice was MY name ...

Yes, I have six new characters, all of whom will be posted on here sometime or another. And someone remind me to post Ember and Flare's profs.

Name: Jordian Rikath

Nickname: Thunder

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Species: Rabbit

Appearance: Middling height and stocky, Thunder has dark grey fur with a tint of blue to it, brilliant blue eyes, and a white left hand. He is missing the top of his right ear (in an "accident" involving revolving doors, parking meters and tinned sardines - long story, don't ask) and walks with a slight limp, garnered in the same "accident". It doesn't slow him down in the least. Flashy, temperamental and a bit of a show-man, Thunder has a high opinion of himself, which comes through in everything he does. Dressed like the typical flyboy with a bit of flair thrown in, Thunder dresses mainly in shades of grey or blue, or occasionally black, depending on his mood. He always has a silk scarf the color of his eyes around his neck; he also has blue-dyed, spiked hair.

Personality: Erratic, temperamental, quick to anger and quick to forgive, Thunder is like his nickname: bold, lound, brash, generally unpredictable, but dangerous all the same. His lightning-quick mood changes occur in an instant - one minute laughing and joking, the next storming about in a rage. His friends only sigh and roll their eyes. Thunder tends to exaggerate greatly, so that a shot in his general direction becomes a hair-rasing near miss, etc. Arrogant but not overly so, reckless, willing to do pretty much anything on a dare, he loves playing practical jokes on his friends, hates it when it happens to him (which makes it funnier) and tends to be the stereotypical, irresponsible, wild and carefree teenager - with a sense of style, of course.

Weapons: Despite his exuberant delusions of invincibility, Thunder does have SOME common sense. He carries a blaster pistol, with which he can hit the general area of the target. He may be a natural in the cockpit, but he sucks when it comes to marksmanship, and he knows it. So, in times of trouble, he turns to the blade. He uses two long knives (singly or dually) in close combat.

Skills: Thunder is a natural pilot - atmospheric, aquatic or spatial - and can pull off crazy stunts easily. Left-handed, his attacks are usually un-anticipated, giving him the edge. And he can hit the broad side of a barn if he really tries.

Special Powers: When Thunder is really, really mad, he will seem to have a dark aura that follows him - his own personal stormcloud.

Profession: Stunt/fighter pilot, Carrotan fleet.

Orientation: Good.

Other: Thunder's bad moods can sometimes last for days. He can go from one extreme to the other without warning. He flies a fighter named Stormswift.

Quote: "Say again?"

Yay for sixes.

Oh, and CT, you should probably post Ember and Flare's profiles, too.

Thanks for reminding me, 4I. =p

Anytime. ^^;

Well, thanks to your reminder, I have remembered. Fancy that.

Name: Ember

Nickname: Ember

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Species: Rabbit

Personality: Serious with a fiery temper, Ember rarely jokes around. When she does, it's usually at someone else's expense. In her rare humorous moments, Ember is friendly and cheerful, but it doesn't last long, and don't get her mad. Ember tends to take command easily, and gets slightly miffed if she's overridden. Usually her decisions are good ones, though. Though not much of a team player, she likes having someone to guard her back. Curt and brusque, she hates repeating herself, and can become irritated easily. And never, ever call her "Em".

Appearance: Ember has gold fur, with a black stripe running down her spine. Halfway down, three horizontal stripes intersect with it, and a circle goes around the middle stripe where it crosses the vertical one. It has been debated whether this is a tattoo or not, but Ember never says. She does have a tattoo of a bird-winged serpent coiling up her left arm. Her eyes are pale green and her hair is dark brown. It just brushes her shoulders, and she has a silvery white stripe running from each temple. She wears calf-high boots with retractable spikes in the soles, slightly baggy blue jeans, and a tight black tank top. The only piece of jewellery she wears is a clear stone on a chain, the heart of which glows like a live coal. It's actually quite cool to the touch.

Weapons: Mostly a melee fighter, Ember has two long daggers, knuckle guards, and her boot spikes. She also has several grenades on her belt and a third knife in her boot, as well as a standard red blaster.

Skills: Ember has excellent leadership skills, and is definitely a worthwhile ally. Quick and agile, she rarely misses her mark. She has an incredible sense of balance and direction.

Special Powers: Ember can charge herself with energy, glowing red and gold and giving off extreme heat.

Orientation: Good, usually.

Other: Ember's fighting partner is Ra-Ashkar. She never calls anyone by their nicknames, but always by their first names.

Quote: "Trust me."


Name: Ra-Ashkar

Nickname: Flare

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Species: Rabbit

Personality: Confident almost to the point of arrogance, Flare is usually the first to volunteer for anything dangerous. A bit of a thrill seeker, Flare is unpredictable and erratic. More than a bit disrespectful, he has no regard for rank, and often disobeys orders just for the sake of it. Also a loner, he is Ember's opposite in the humor department, being a practical joker and having a wicked sense of humor. However, he wouldn't dream of playing a joke on Ember, as he has a healthy respect for her. One wonders how Flare and Ember ever got together in the firs place =D An excellent fighter, he prefers close combat, but not as close as Ember. Flare has numerous friends on numerous worlds, and keeps in touch with them. They're like an informal information network.

Appearance: Flare has bone-white fur and dark gold eyes. His hair is short and messy. He has a dark streak shaped like a flame going up his nose, and the tips of his ears are dark. He has a black dragonfly tattoo on the back of his right hand, and a blue one shaped like a flaring sun (his namesake) around his left eye. Flare wears dark pants that appear bluish purple in some lights and silvery in others, a blue T-shirt, and occasionally a black leather jacket. His boots are a polished dark brown with miniature jets/boosters in heel and toe, with which he is quite proficient. He wears dark silver spiked wristbands, two earrings (one gold, one black) in the base of his right ear, dark shades, and his sword slung across his back.

Weapons: Flare carries a polished, curved sword, with a dark blue metal handle that has a bluish diamond in the pommel. The diamond has a flaw in it that looks like his solar flare tattoo. This sword is affectionately called Solstice. Other weapons include his wrist spikes, a few knives he has hanging around, and the typical blaster with a rapidfire upgrade.

Skills: Quite a good short-distance flyer with his boosters, Flare is quick and observant. His shades don't slow him down in the least, as he never wears them while fighting. Skilled with all his weapons, he is athletic and has plenty of endurance.

Special Powers: If he has a moment of spare time, Flare can build a magical attack. Energy will gather in his hand, resembling again his tattoo, until it is at full strength. Then he will "throw" it at his enemies, vaporizing them.

Orientation: Good, usually.

Other: Flare is Ember's fighting partner. When he feels like it.

Quote: "Famous last words."

Next: "Taos Blitz" the lupine anarchist, Jesse and Stephen Anador the Enforcers, and Tristan Niobrel.

ARR AY DOUBLEYOU KAY, Copper. You do have a very imaginative... uh... imagination.

I still have five more profiles to post up, but I need to finish two of them first. Yay.

I like this character too. I should really browse the stories sometimes instead of reading just one.

Yes, you should. And you should read my stories. When they're done. Eventually.

Aaaaaaanywho, five more characters to post. Enjoy, or don't.

Name: Kaitlyn “Trippin” Goldtrix
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Alignment: Good
Personality: Essentially a mix of Jazz’s general intelligence, Spaz’s mentality, and Lori’s build, Trippin is crazy and unpredictable by nature. She does everything on the fly, and has never been known to have a set plan. As a result, it’s very easy for her to improvise, but very difficult for others to follow her thinking. Of course, she finds it hilarious that no one can keep up with her train of thought. However, she tends to speak or act before she thinks, which puts her in dangerous situations relatively often.
While it is helpful in battle to leave the enemy completely befuddled, it is considerably less useful to bestow the same amount of confusion on one’s own side, and Trippin does both, making a mess out of the organization on either side of the battlefield. Her comrades do become irritated with her randomness rather quickly; however, her fighting and gunning skills are invaluable, and so, she is tolerated.
Appearance: Trippin’s surname comes from the colour of her fur, which is bright gold in colour from head to toe. Her eyes are light purple, contrasting her fur evenly. She usually wears a white T-shirt that appears to be a size or two too big for her, and a pair of red shorts. There is also a blue headband typically around her head, and an earring in each ear.
Weapons: Trippin has an ability to be upon an enemy before they can react, steal their weapon, and use it against them, then keep fighting with her newly acquired weapon until she sees something better.
Special Powers: Trippin can execute stops and starts in movement that should not be possible. The phrases “stop on a dime” and “off like a bullet” are nothing new to her.
Quote: “You think too slowly.”

Name: Corren Fader
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: An experienced spy and sniper for the Carrotan Corps, Fader makes a living out of hide-and-seek. He prides himself on his expertise in his profession, and that he’s only ever been spotted once. He escaped unscathed, of course.
During peacetime, Fader is usually alone, preferring to keep generally to himself. What he does while he’s by himself is unknown, but it is enough to keep him busy for hours at a time.
When on the job, he is the same way, preferring to work alone. Without any others working alongside them, one needs not worry about anyone but oneself, which is the attitude Fader takes toward his flying solo.
Fader’s only disadvantage is that he sometimes believes that he is nothing but a replacement for Blaze Blackrabbit, who died during the Tank Campaign. As a result, he becomes slightly edgy whenever the late spy’s name is mentioned.
Appearance: Fader’s fur is naturally a light blue, but he has dyed it several times to keep it as close to black as he can. His right “sniping” eye is an unnaturally light greenish-yellow, while his left eye is sky-blue. He wears the traditional Corps sniper’s black body armour and gear, which includes a belt holding extra clips. He also wears a backpack, but its contents are a mystery to everyone but himself.
Weapons: All that Fader seems to need is his trusty sniping rifle. He keeps a blaster pistol on hand, just in case, but he hasn’t needed to use it in a very long time.
Special Powers: Fader can make a very accurate mental map of his route into a building, so as to ensure he knows a way out if he needs it.
Quote: “Payback time... and I’m the bunny holding the checkbook.”

Name: Blake Spiers
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: Blake is what most would call a good kid. He always seems happy with life and friendly to those around him, as well as polite and honest and all the other qualities that parents strive to bring their children up with. He says it comes to him naturally through living without the ability to see.
Blind since birth, Blake understandably did not grow up like anyone else he knew. Everyone around him recognizes his disability, and most of them do their best to make life a little easier for him. In return, he helps out wherever he can, doing small tasks that don’t require extremely good eyesight. His only shortcoming is that he has a selective temper, and will deliver a solid beating to anyone who ridicules him because of his blindness.
Appearance: Blake has red-gold fur on the majority of his body, excepting his white ventral fur. He wears a green bandana around his head, which covers his sightless eyes, and he has a small tuft of long fur on his chin that he is particularly proud of. He typically wears a pair of baggy, blue shorts, and a buttoned, light blue T-shirt, which he rarely ever does up. There is also a device that appears to be a wristwatch on his right arm, but it is, in reality, a low-frequency sound wave generator.
Weapons: None.
Special Powers: Thanks to the small device on his wrist that emits consistent low-frequency sound waves, Blake is able to “see” around him via an astonishing power of echolocation.
Quote: “I can still see you.”

Name: Jacob “Twitch” Bretel
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: As his name suggests, Twitch is twitchy. This makes him very fun to watch, but (unsurprisingly) very difficult to work with. A common mistake is made that Twitch is not intelligent; he is actually quite smart, but his wisdom is negated by his unnatural paranoia, if that is indeed what it is.
No one is quite sure of anything that has to do with Twitch’s past, despite attempts to get him to talk about it. However, it can be safely assumed that Twitch underwent some sort of serious trauma that put him into the mental state in which he is now.
Appearance: Twitch has gold and silver fur on the majority of his body, excepting his red eartips, and his restless eyes are also silver in colour. He is slightly thin, but not to the point where it endangers his health, and his ears are slightly oversized for his head. On his back, he wears a large canister of fuel for his weapon.
Weapons: Through some strange series of events, Twitch ended up equipped with a flamethrower, which is now his weapon of choice.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “What? Whatwhat? Whatwhatwhatwhatwhat?! ...No way!”

Name: 4I (Chris Friedmann)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
*Species: Human
Alignment: Good
Personality: Falcon’s out-of-battle partner “4I” is Falcon’s technological brainiac half, the manufacturer of a generous portion, if not all, of the Soldier of Fortune-in-training’s hi-tech armament, as well as that of Falcon’s lesser, Fury. He is usually very reserved in speech and action, speaking only when he has something important to say, and it takes a lot to make him angry; however, if there’s one thing above all else that infuriates him, it’s backstabbers. He is a fanatic about his innovations, and he spends the majority of his waking hours tinkering with one, or sometimes more, of his projects. 4I’s greatest weakness is that he has a very low tolerance for pain, as well as being nigh on useless in real battle and relying on Falcon and Fury to defend him; his greatest risk is using himself as a guinea pig for some of his experiments.
Appearance: The first thing many people notice about 4I is his cloud of dark, curly hair, which he is occasionally discontent with. Behind his rimless glasses are deep brown eyes, which never seem to be looking directly at something, but rather off into space in that general direction. He wears a lab coat, which in and of itself resembles a white version of Falcon’s black trench coat, over his usual street clothing of a light blue t-shirt and black jeans. When in casual situations, he habitually holds his left arm behind his back, like a reverse Napoleon. Neither he nor anyone else knows why he does this.
Weapons: None.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “Please tell me you didn’t just say what I think you just said.”

Hardtana: Which char?
4I: Nice ...

As promised, Taos Blitz.

Name: unknown, calls himself "Taos Blitz"

Nickname: Taos

Age: unknown

Gender: Male

Species: Wolf

Appearance: Taos possesses a sleek coat of midnight blue fur, with a small silver circle beside his left eye. Striped with silver scars, the two most noticable ones are thick bands around his wrists, much like bracers - indeed, they were caused by his metal bracers being literally burned off. Taos wears crossbelts of black leather. Tall and impressively muscled, Taos' intimidating stature only adds to the aura of danger that surrounds him. His penetrating ice-blue eyes have cowed more than one protester.

Personality: Taos is an anarchist, and works to bring any and all governments down, personally. An outlaw of galactic fame, government officials sweat when his name is mentioned. At a Taos sighting, they either resign or prepare themselves for the worst. And the worst does come. Despite the numerous punishments inflicted on Taos, many of which are the causes of his scars, he remains resolute; indeed, the punishments have only served to fuel his cause. Mysterious, elusive, unpredictable and untouchable, his true intentions are impossible to guess. Clever and difficult to impress, many a rebel faction has sided with Taos, only to discover their error too late. Taos is not interested in a new system; he's interested in no system. He may ally himself with others, but he always works for his own ends.
Practical, observant, ruthless and cold, Taos never outwardly shows emotions. He is patient beyond belief, and will take any means available to undermine the government, whether it be bribes, assassination, defamation, etc. He never strikes where expected. He will kill any and all who get in his way, earning himself the reputation of "silent killer" When asked to justify his actions, he will only smile and shake his head. Passionate about his cause, he can be persuasive when he wishes.

Weapons: Taos can and will use everything possilbe. His preferred weapons for physical combat are the grenades on his belt, a rocket launcher or a rifle of some sort. More of a guerilla fighter, he will avoid close combat at all costs.

Skills: A genius for strategy and creating chaos, he never has predicted a reaction wrong. His plans usually work, and when they don't, there are rarely significant repercussions. Often his attacks are unanticipated. He is a master of misleading and creating a great deal of finger-pointing and accusations, which are never effective - in fact, they usually aid him. He has a nack for making trouble.

Special Powers: Taos is like smoke - now you see him, now you don't, impossible to catch and hold. During an attack, you may glimpse him, but don't count on it.

Weaknesses: Taos never works in large-scale operations. Literally a lone wolf, he will take sometimes years to bring down a single government. He does things that seem stupid, but are perfectly calculated; however, he will not take risks on off chances or the like, which often loses him important opportunities. Bitter towards all forms of government, he has a strange compassion for those they "opress", and will call off an operation if he thinks it will harm too many innocent people.

Orientation: If you hate governments - democracies, monarchies, or anything else, he's good. If you believe in some semblance of order, he's definitely evil.

Occupation: anarchist and outlaw.

Other: Taos feels no guilt at destroying those who support "the regime", ie soldiers, militia, those working for the government or who support it. He also speaks with an accent.

Quote: "So many things that can go wrong. I will make sure they do."

Whenever I see that name I think it is Taco Blitz.

You too?

I have updated profiles of Jack, Firefox, Headcheese, and Wizard that are just itching to be posted. All in favour, say peanut-butter monkey.

whutever. peanut-butter monkey

+1!

TACO?! Taco is BB's Evil Toca!

...Huh?

Art Forum.

Oh. Well, I don't usually go to the Art Forum, and if/when I do it's usually not on purpose.

Pageclaim in the name of 67!

You visit the Art Forum accidentally? Wow.