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Artpad doodling of my main online character for World of Warcraft.
 
From Left to Right: Myself, Holly, and Kelsey in the 2005 Pentathalon, getting ready to answer the Super Quiz in the A group.
Icon of my character on my game. | What is a Jaiden?
This definately the least debated issue in humanity. However, now, answers will be somewhat revealed as the repulsive entity that is commonly known has Jaiden, vaguely informs us itself.
"For one: I am an MMORPG geek. MMORPGs are Massively Multiplayer Online Role-playing games. Now you can verify I am a geek when I memorize insignificant information such as that. The game that devours my entire day is called World of warcraft. Many call me an artist, but really, I simply have nothing better to do, and I do not really think creativity is developed or comes naturally. I think creativity sometimes no longer exists because what people develop have been influenced from already existant products. Aside from that, I basically self-degrade work. As I draw, I often fret over the mistakes, but then again, am too lazy to fix it. When it comes to writing, often times, I let myself go without even thinking twice or checking for meespeeliiingz. Wait. We don't care about text. So I'll shut up now and post random old thingies I made (Yes, thingies.) to fill up the rest of the page. Hurray. Oh wait. Omigosh, I keep tying and not spacing so it will start burning your eyes! I also like to read. I've read Christopher Rice's two books like four times already as well as Dante's Inferno and the DaVinci Code. They are all quite lovely. Music. Everyone loves music. It reminds us that were are not all part of a singular intellectual system... yet. I accept a lot of music, but the msot noteable bands that come to my mind at the moment are Muse, Yellowcard, Avenged Sevenfold, My Chemical Romance, Placebo, Angels and Airwaves, and System of a Down. Oh, did I mention I "<3" Jhonen Vasquez's works? I was an avid fan in 6th grade. A bit insane in the mind, but trust me. I'm perfectly normal now."
-Jaiden Tanaleon |
Fillers.
A poem I made for a friend whose dearest grandfather died in a fire.
As your heart turns to ash,
Torn and burnt by the lash.
His face still and cold.
Unlike his death, he burned gold.
Though your anguish burns like fires,
Your demeanor never tires.
This sorrow he would not permit,
Do not begin this internal fit.
'Cause the angels in heaven mourn your loss,
Charred wings carress his cross.
Douse the ignition with your tears,
Realize the truth behind your fears.
And as the embers cool to black,
One more flame you now lack.
Forget not that some flames still embrace,
Such as my flame in God's darkened waste.
A sketch I made of an angel in a church out of boredom. | 
This is the same sketch colored with the help of a close friend of mine that I talk to online on World of Warcraft. |
A fairy. You can't really see her since I only have a digital camera to copy hand drawings. Sucks for you. I had some interesting words written in the background.
Bored on the paint program.
Booored in Core class.
First time using Photoshop some years ago. |
