#lloydthedeceiver

Hello All. as you can see above I, well I need money to put it bluntly. My laptop is on the blink and as it is i can only use my art programs as long as the canvas is smaller than A4 or it burst into flames. I am almost done with building my new computer but all i need is an operating system (cheapest I found is £50) and a graphics card (cheapest i have found is £90) I have managed to scrape together some cash but its still not enough. I am jobless and desperate. so while job hunting and digging between couch cushions  here I am. what you see above is some of what I do i can do. everything would be coloured to no extra charge. all transactions through Paypal and, this for my own piece of mind I would like payment upfront if possible, thanks.

for a piece between 3000x3000 px and A5 size is  £20 Blog art  is £15 Icons are £5 for a set of 5! comic pieces would be £30 -£40 depending on length 

“I don’t sound anything like that” Lloyd grumbled scowling dramatically,  he was in no mood for a fight. not with Zelos anyway. they had work to do. 

“and it was just a little blood, compared to what could have happened. you need to harden up.”

Lloyd didn’t even seem to realize what Zelos had a problem with. The redhead scowled, but kept silent, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away. It was a dangerous path, the one Lloyd was asking him to walk. The worst part was the temptation. He was ready to abandon everything and follow Lloyd, despite any misgivings he might have had initially. Did forgiveness really matter in the end? He probably didn’t deserve any. If he was already involved, he might as well go all in.

IS EVIL FOR THE LULZ

Is from England, that’s problematic enough as is

Has an accent my mom called cool so therefore is uncool

Will lick you given the chance

In Hightown it was easy enough to ignore the struggles of the less fortunate, which was why Hawke found himself so often straying into Lowtown where the ‘real people’, as he thought of them, fumbled their way through life in a much more colourful fashion. He had lived there for a few years, and still considered himself one of them. Nobility was strange and tedious. Darktown was a riskier place for a stroll, full of gangs of bandits ready to jump in and take advantage the moment he had cleared the last lot out. Not a place wise to venture alone.

So he found himself browsing the bazaars in Lowtown when a patrol of four Templars came marching through, asking questions. Even after all these years, it still made his stomach turn to ice. Time to make a quiet exit. His status protected him, but he still wasn’t keen on being subjected to their scrutiny. Sensing something to his left, he realized that someone was about to head towards them rather than away. Cloaked fellow, all clenched fists and the smell of lightning.