The image in the sig is my photo thus far, found it at

http://poserpros.daz3d.com/

can find all sorts of things there, mostly female, plenty artistic nudes (nothing X-rated or distastful) its getting through the gallery of 20K pics, you might want to find the filter options and try your luck with them!!

and jsut becasue it look REAL doesnt mean it is!! Some of the artistic design with CGI is so good it looks liek REAL skin and such!!

Amazing stuff, hope some peeps find great stuff!

A mate of mine (A regular Norwegian army mechanic) told me this funneh story from when he was in the north. They're always training SEALS, and one of the squads were gonna have a little test with the Norwegians. The Norwegians "booby trapped" all houses in the area, and the first thing the SEALS did was to try to get out of the cold and into a house. They didn't check for any traps in the rush of getting out of the cold winter wind and the whole squad "died" 5 mins into the training. Hilarious  

Oye-vai *closes eyes and mutters* dumb *ucks! Sh!tbags!! (Shitbag is the ultimate insult in the navy by the way) *nods* spose to be smarter than that!!!!

Navy Seals

Hooya!!

I so hope someone invades so we can beg for the US to come and save us.

edit: oh yeah, I'll try to do my best to enjoy myself while your away.

For the sake of all you hold dear..... do not beg that my country has to save you... we are stretched damn thin wit this whole global war on terror.... I mean i love being the global police cowboys and all, yahoo. but um, Id rather be defending my own country and not everyone elses.

Also what 3 years of training? I had 3 months then got sent out here after another 2 in my job related schooling lol the army only has like 8 motnhs of training in Basic infantry. Kinda funny, give a red-neck a gun and he makes it something deadly.... put him with a bucnh of other red-necks and may the almighty have mercy on your soul.

 (wireless has been installed into the barracks I live in).

You , you  dirty  little person!! Even the US Navy doesnt have wirless in its barracks here!!! and im still in a US territory

your link appears as a red x..... is it in english? True or American english.. I can read both!

Get rid of Static electricity. One zap and it's goodbye to your hardware.

Aye ESD, Electrostatic Sensative devices (ANY electronic) should be used on NON-metalic surfaces, or with rubber/vinyl/plastic pads underthem. A few days ago we lost about 2 million in computer systems thanks to a bump that cuased a discharge... fried the computers.... and I ahd to do the freaking deliveries!!

if anymore land goes up.. I also know of a few spots for 7x7 2 stories out in the shire.... lsot a spot for a like 9x12 near the altmere! ah well i still ahve to settle my hosue thing on Atlantic shard.. a 12x12 3 story custom... thinking of E-baying it!

hmm experiencing it too with my laptop, got 256 MB or RAM... figured it would be ok. i use the 2D, the 3D is just.... well they tried TOO HARD with makign it super... but this reborn thign is looking nice... to bad i'll need a new super computer to run it im sure!!

at anyrate were shall you find the "knowledge" for the spell armagedon.. I mean... all spells have scrolls which have to be "learned"  oh and I do wish we could still quarter our dead bodies... used ot have so many heads back from 99 lol. loved chopping people up...

Ahem, Dyril Morvain here (as seen in Cove!) or Anonymous sailor dude! (as you can only accept as I proclaim to be in the navy) I'm wondering if anyone outthere is much of an artist or perhaps has made the awesome sig-images for all the wonderful characters of the Baronship. I have a odd schedule as I'm in Guam (Pacific island, USA) but I'd love it if someone could make one for myself (compensation... of some sort or the other can be arranged. I have a profile up but I'll leavea brief description and let anyone who would like Run with it. Dyril Morvain is a Muscular young woodcutter, always has an axe in hand, Wears a floppy (fisherman's) hat ,a plain shirt, long pants, leather gloves, and boots. He is tanned, with long reddish brown hair that he keeps tied back in a pony-tail, he also has bright green eyes that almost "glow" not actually of course but they are that green! he he, hmm if there were to be a background image, some cut trees or a saw-mill would be most appropriate. Anything anyone can come up with would be great.... if you choose to take me up on this please send the images to my e-mail and in the subject state you are BOC!! E-mail: mrvyper007@yahoo.com  Thank you all!! and I'm sorry this got long winded.

Sincerely, Dyril Morvain!

[DM]

*Written in a scrawling , firm hand*

To all the inhabitants of this fine Barony that is Cove!  Ah yes nice ring hmm.. yes.. yes..

Ahem, Yes oh drat and be-bothered what was i going to write...

*the note goes on this way for some time eventually making a point*

..... and furthermore, I shall not know when I'll return, Trinsic is a ways off it is. So all wood shipments, deliveries, and such are hereby on hold.... even if yer that Baron Sa' hiself....

Be-bothered, long journeys to cold cities of stone...

*its is signed with a large DM in a fine cursive*

[Name:]

Name: Dyril Morvain
Age: 25
Race: Human



Appearance:
Dyril is a young man of average height and build. His arms are strong from the swing of his axe and his legs and back are toned from the burden of his work. His Hair is a Reddish-Brown and tied back with a small bit of ribbon.  His Green eyes are like emeralds and offset nicely by his tanned skin.

Personality:
Dyril is cheerful and hard working. Always enjoys a social gathering. His friends are like his family, and the words "Nobody Messes with a Morvain!" are common words from his lips. He is defensive of women, stubborn, and carries a wary disdain of nobility and aristocracy. He also has a severe dislike for stone work and the coldness that it reminds him of.

History:
The Morvains are Wood-cutters by trade hailing from the farms near Brytan and Morvain's Mills has been in their family for years. Unfortunately, the Morvain family only includes Dyril now and the business has been taken from him by the Brytan Royal Guards and their outrageous taxes. He has come to Cove by cold, dark roads with only his few possesions and the words of a travelling merchant he overheard in a bar. He has heard a man can make his way in the world if he goes to Cove, that those who had nothing might rise to greatness. He seeks to re-build Morvain's Mills and bring some of the finest woodcraft seen this side of the mountains.

Over the course of time, Dyril has realized that his dreams shall not come true within his lifetime. His skill at carpentry is far too novice to turn a profit and without profit he cannot afford the land for a mill, not that land is plentiful in the immediate vicinity of Cove. The frontier is his last hope but with constant wars he would surly see his lands burned and taken. This coupled with the lack of romantic interests and considerable and growing dislike of the Avatari church has only made him more bitter. The family Morvain shall be lain to rest with him and all his dreams.... depression is a small word to describe his state and alcohol and the shade are his only comforts. His potential for violence and misconduct make him volatile indeed. His small list of enemies or disliked persons makes his anger against any one individual most likely to be of the most grievous indeed. rumors state he may have joined with any number of the dissident factions in Cove. Only time and perhaps a good healer or a good woman can ease this pain on such a young man.
TimeLine:

Age 10; Mother: Sorina Morvain, Deceased
Age 12; Arrested by Britanian Guard for assault of a Royal Guard. Spends two weeks in cold stone brig.
Age 17; Arrested by Britanian Guard Again for assaulting a Guard at local tavern; spends six months in brig.
Age 18 and 9 months; Father: Darius Morvain, Imprisoned for tax evasion.
Age 18 and 11 months; Father: Darius Morvain, Dies in Prison. Morvain's Mills seized, Dyril is now homeless.
Age 19; Whilst in The Cat's Lair, Hears merchant mention Cove and sets out up the east road towards cove. Eventually meets Commander Erik Arkay while in the forests, judging Covians to much similar to their Commander he decides to make Cove his permanent home.
Age 19 and 8 months: Is knocked into a comma by Havenian troops, spends time recovering in the care of local gypsies.
Age 19 and 10 months: Comes out of his comma and stumbles back into Cove, finds that Mr shadowhand as been murdered (executed) by the church. Outraged he storms off into the shire and has not been heard from in the city proper since.
Age 20 and counting: Takes fever while living in the forrest, suffers delusions magnified by his use of alcohol and nightshade.
Age 25: Dyril, his body ravaged by disease, dies in a howling fit in the woods. The guardian looming over his body, twisting it, more so than any disease yet had. He screams in agony, begging to be forgiven. The Guardian in female form laughs stating that he had a task, a simple one and that he had failed. with a last cry of horror and pain, the guardian twists him in two and sends his separate halves across the shire. His upper half landing upon the church steps, the lower sinking into the Covian Bay.

YES Dyril is dead!!

OOC: All information concerning is family is ooc knowledge and would not be known save that he is the sole member of his family and that they were woodcutters, it is also known that he has departed into the woods.