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How To: Create A good Evil CharacterNOTE: THESE ARE JUST EXAMPLES, NOT COOKIE CUTTER SHAPES. MAKE YOUR OWN, INSTEAD OF BASING THEM OFF OF THE EXAMPLES.
Warning: This guide has several references to villains that I insist you don't look up. Instead, ask me who they are if you don't know; I'd prefer not to have angry mods blocking this thread because someone was horrified at what they found on Google (And you most likely will be). Villains or movies that I especially implore you to not look up and just ask me will be marked with three stars. (***)
After the surprisingly positive reviews I received on my previous guide, "How to Create a Good Character," I feel obligated to present to you the second installment on my guides. I hope that I have done well and I urge you to tell me if I have made anything confusing or have been hypocritical without warning. (And don't worry; I won't be so big headed by using my own characters. This time I will use characters that are well known and recognized for being great villains.)
A Floofy FeralHeart Guide~A Floofy FeralHeart Guide~
How To Move – W = Forward, A = Left, S = Backwards, D = Right. Or just use the arrow keys.
How To Jump – Press the spacebar.
How To Make Friends – Be yourself!
How To Join A Group – Go to the stone bridge in ‘Flourite Plains’ and search for a group that you would like, that you might like. Then, request to join.
How To Create A Group – Click on the icon with three paws in the bottom right corner, then click on the middle tab and type in the name you want your group’s name to be.
How To Create A Character – Go into your main account, where you choose your characters (or preset maker) and click create. Then, you can choose all the stuff you want. To zoom in, just click on your character and move the mouse in.
How Do I
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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