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I must HUMBLY ask for help again....

Still out of work since end of July. Been selling fursuits and even some of plush collection to get money. But can't always be assured of buyers with way things are for "everybody". I was hoping to get unemployment, but got the official letter in yesterday's mail that I'm refused. "Damn".
I am still able to do my character shows when they come, but that's the trouble, they have virtually died for the bad economy. If I get one, two, or three a month now I'm lucky. I'll certainly take them, but that's way too few to live on.
I applied for and did get food stamps and that helps some but can't pay the rent with those...sigh.
So, long story short, if you can and would be so kind to help, bless you. I am trying my best here, but "it's not enough", you know what I mean. Hugs. My Pay Pal account is my E-mail address mefurry@verizon.net Your kindness will not be forgotten, I promise you, thank you! --Henry
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I'm sorry for your hard time dear... If I can help I will try to.
This is the best time to find suit work as a waiver for Halloween shops if you can take the heat. Does not pay all that much but hey it is something to keep things going....I would go to every shop that you can find just in case they had not thought of it before.

Keep checking even if they have someone already. At my work the teenagers would often crap out really fast. We also let them were what they wanted from the shop if they wanted....leotard costumes were popular.

Hang in there hon....I will help when I can...
I have a job for you. It's fairly easy. Can be done in M$ Paint, if need be.

Description: For my American Manga project, I am seeking an alien language. The requirements are that each American letter (A through Z), number (0 through 9) and some ASCII characters ( The 'space bar', +, -, ;, :, 'comma', 'period', "", ', $, (, and ).) need some sort of art drawn representation to their identity.

Here's an example of my attempt at this...

A = http://www.tfb.com/~jup/Rose/A.jpg (Kind of looked something like a Fortune Cookie.)
B = http://www.tfb.com/~jup/Rose/B.jpg (Aligator head coming out of the water, I suppose.)
C = http://www.tfb.com/~jup/Rose/C.jpg (Diving bird shape???)

...ect... (Just replace the capital letter in front of the .jpg to see other letter shapes, if you wish. I actually drew those on a Nintendo Duel Screen and took a photograph, one afternoon.)

The idea is that this language appear to be authentic in it's Egyptian-isk way. Now, each "character" must be unique from the other characters and it can't be a cheat, like the WingDings font or a direct representation of Chinese or some other real language.

Pretty easy work a PC, mouse and some paint program. Just let your imagination flow.

Pay: $50

Are you interested?
Hey Jup,

I actually think I can help you here. This is Matt/Tommi Tigre/Scatterpaws here. Henry showed me you were looking for someone to do this for you, and as it turned out I did ALOT of stuff in a font creator a ffew years back, and still have the font files. If you'd be willing to give Henry the $50, I'll be happy to send you the font files I have. They just have to be plased into your Windows/Fonts folder to be used.
Alright.

I'll PayPal the funds right now.

Thank you.
And yes, pleas advise me of other "opportunities". I'm sadly in a position that anything that might help the "cause" would be so welcome....

P.S.--Ya' wanna buy a life-size reindeer plush? (Semi-kidding/semi-serious...)
What I have need of is a Ghost Writer.

See, what I am slowly doing is putting together an American Manga in hopes that, some day, it'll become a private business that can pay the bills and more.

The background story is indeed vast and in multiple parts. What I need are mini-episodes for the early portion of the story. I was pondering a twenty-five page minimum with pay of $50 per story using the core characters in their natural environment. More pages then that should earn an extra $2 per page. (But, I'm not made of money. Can afford what I can set aside.)

It's in the category of action/adventure/sci-fi with a little bit of romance as an optional add-in.

Now, here's the cool thing. The character is assigned a mission by The Council of Twelve. He has a powerful ship that can go anywhere. Which means that the scene setting is as open ended as can be. The set cast is minimal. And, he's usually given a mission to capture some rogue "character-of-the-week" that is on the run from the long arm of the Council's law. All the complexities of winding story plots occur much later down the road, freeing up these filler episodes to few restrictions.

Just be mindful that I am intending to use this, eventually, in a retail environment for sale's purposes.

As for the plush, I have serious space issues that forbid me from having anything large. Why, I once rescued a rather gigantic lion from a thrift store environment. He's now nearly hollowed out, just to fit on the shelf.
and as for raindeer, you brutal thing! hollowing out your plush! i have some huge plush, but i would never, ever, ever hollow them out. i've been known to lose my bed to plushies before, hahahaha yes they are sometimes more comfortable than myself! hahah well not quite. but it's close.
When you're able to, give me an "outline" and thumbnail on characters on any story you'd like and what your requirements might be. I b a pretty good writ'a, if I does says so myself..... (LOL)--Henry
Let's see...I'm awake enough at the moment to attempt this.

First...the star of the show...

- Name: Jameson (James) Ulysses Patrick:
- Species: Human/TriCylian hybrid.
- Sex: Male.
- Height: Six feet.
- Weight: One hundred, seventy pounds. Slim in appearance.
- Skin color: White.
- Eyes: Hazelnut.
- Usual clothes: Usually seen in a kind of TriCylian style captains uniform. Or, at times, in the ceremonial mediator dress. Though, being a shape shifter, he can look about anything that he wishes to give the appearance of.
- Distinguishing features: Nothing noteworthy.
- Armament of choice: Flame Knives. (A pair of short handled weapons that tend to hide their abilities, until put into use. Known modes include a short blade that is made of a kind of sharp force field, licking with a hot flame and a long staff version of the knife. (Extremely limited life span in this mode.) Has the capacity to link two handles, butt to butt, for use as a super staff. Flame ball launcher mode and user recognition that can deny unauthorized users from extending the blade and can electrocute unauthorized users on command.)
- Has also been known to carry:
+ A Flea Bag. (A kind of TriCylian's storage bag. It defies the laws of physics by being able to grow and shrink to insane sizes, while having the interior space of an average living room inside any ordinary house. And, if that wasn't enough, there's a worm hole inside that can connect to other locations. Though, how to control it was never completely understood.)
+ An E-Rope. (A device that projects a narrow beam, using energy to form a type of rope that can be extended or recalled at variable speeds. Useful for scaling or repelling from great heights.)
+ A self filling beer mug. (Gift from the avatar of the Drone Yenian after rejoining the fleet. Not a very useful item. But, has shown up in several scenes to avoid sampling some local liquids.)
- Skills:
+ Some hand-to-hand combat capacity. (Not the greatest of fighters. His strength lays more with his capacity to add density to his strikes and to liquify against blows, given enough warning.)
+ Hand laser. (Via use of his TriCylian gifts, he can alter his hand into a magnifying lense and provide a small solar fire behind it. The concentrated light is refracted to a narrow width with capacity to burn objects within a short range.)
+ Temperature variance/tollerance. (Another TriCylian gift, developed from their centuries of war refinement. He can blaze like a star in the coldness of space or become an iceberg in the middle of the hottest desert. The drawback is that his body can only retain so much energy and each degree maintained beyond "room temperature" exhausts more of his life source. Once he expends his life source, his body would deteriorate at a hyper rate until every last cell of synthe-water evaporated and he would die. Usually, an internal sense of exhaustion would kick in to save him from this form of death, even if it happens to be at the worst time to do so.)
Upgraded Skills:
+ Shape shifter. (His synthe-water design is the by-product of centuries of scientific development from his race. In their goal of producing the perfect warrior, they had altered their naturally occurring liquid bodies into an artificial, rapid reproducing compound. It could not only multiply upon demand in seconds to create a dense body, but could also expand outwards to turn a ten foot TriCylian into a hundred foot version...at the cost of maintaining such mass. He can go from a form so solid that it looks exactly like a fleshy life form to a liquid (Kind of like a puddle of water that takes the form of a humanoid. GE was very generous in creating an advertisement that shows perfectly what a natural TriCylian might have looked like. ( http://www.tfb.com/~jup/man.jpg - http://www.tfb.com/~jup/group.jpg )) version that can stand up, walk and be as penetrable as a lake to a total gaseous version that relies on the wind for movement...or previous locomotion.) TriCylian abilities allow for a complete metamorphosis into any shape or form he wishes.
- Appearance in badge:
+ On policing missions, he'll often morph a set of clothes that reflect what the natives are observed to be wearing, if clothes are even a requirement, that is. His goal is to blend in as well as he can. This may also include mimicing body features/size/color/etc. His gear may be fastened to a synthesized belt around his waist.
+ On official missions as a member of his fleet, (Or aboard ship) he is often seen in the traditional TriCylian encounter dress, which is a kind of light colored shirt with a button down flap that folds over to rest upon the chest. Various decorations in the form of awards can be found over the left chest regions. All are colorful and iconic without being too clear as to what they symbolize. Upon the flowing corners of both shirt arms can be seen the Ragnarok emblem of twin, hollow diamonds that overlap behind a three dimensional saucer shape. Upon the saucer's upper surface is written 'TriCylious Ragnarok' wrapping around it's curved surface. It also has mild fluffiness about several ruffles that climb up the from the shoulder edge to the neck.
- Weaknesses: Darkness. (His primary source of energy collecting is through photosynthesis. By standing in starlight, (or sunlight) he is able to replenish his internal life force. (or energy) This source is how he is able to change, alter his mass, even maintain his form and very existence. By cutting him off from all light sources, he can only rely on the energy that his body stores. Excessive use of shifting while in darkness is draining and dangerous. He could effectively be reduced to a beaker captive by being forced to exhaust his internal energy to the point where he couldn't even maintain a humanoid form and stuff the remaining puddle of synthe-water into a test tube. Then, keep it exposed to a 5 watt bulb. Barely alive and totally helpless. A situation he must avoid at all costs. As an alternative form of energy collection, he can create internal organs and digest food, albeit for a far less effective form of energy consumption. Also, being aboard his ship is the easiest way for him to recover energy, despite being away from view of starlight.)
- Strength: Light. (The more energy he can collect and replenish from, the stronger he can be in both strength and shifting capacity. Legend has it on record that even a select few TriCylians could multiply so much mass in direct starlight that they could blimp up to the size of a small moon, orbiting a planet. Such a feat was only recorded on several occasions, documented as having been witnessed in the ship's historical library.)
- Purpose: To obey the commands given to him by The Council of Twelve. (The origins of The Council are deeply rooted to the earliest of days of life, itself. Records state that one representitive from twelve planetary nations were formed in order to keep a binding peace between their peoples. However, the Council that Jameson reports to is an ancient and rather twisted version of that original notion. He enters a chamber that appears to be absolutely primitive. Flame torches upon the stone walls. The atmosphere is cold as a tomb. Twelve stationary figures, draped in dark, dusty robes are seated at a long, stone table. Every body feature is cloaked and their hoods hang well over their faces. Jameson notes on multiple occasions how none ever seem to move. Yet, it is forbidden to ever come in contact with any of them. And, when they speak, their voices boom from all points in the room, as if the forms aren't the ones doing the speaking. (Eventually, outraged by an order that lead to a tragic mission, Jameson will approach, under threat, one of the forms and pull upon the hood. He will find a long dead skeleton underneath. This will reveal apart of The Council's dark secrets and help confirm a few growing suspicions of his. This tomb never housed any life to being with.)

There may be a few other details that I'm forgetting about. It's a bit late and I've got more details to enter. I also see reply lengths are monitored by the LJ software.
Co-stars...

- Name: TriCylious Ragnarok.
- Base description: The star base/ship that Jameson is the captain of. It is a Bio-Ship and very much alive. (As is all TriCylian technology and persons, provisionally. (There are some complications that aren't really important for this, as some very advanced generations don't even exist in the Universe and have given up their physical bodies/technology while other are primitives that don't have modified bodies and are technically deprived.) This war base (Depending on time frame. She used to be a ten tier ship. But, had grown two more tiers over the years and then shed one after a certain event.) began as a ten tier ship when Jameson became captain. (Each tier is a saucer shaped unit. Ten miles wide and one mile tall. The center is hollowed out, like a donut. Which makes the ship ten (or up to twelve) miles tall.) In the center is an artificially maintained micro-star. The ship uses this as a source of energy. The top and bottom tiers are solely for power development. Each one has an iris. This focal point is where all external shields and energy weapons emit from. The energy output is enormous. In combat against most space traversing enemies, Jameson will utilize Razer fire at output levels of zero, point zero, zero, zero, one in order to neutralize most modern enemies in one quick burst. In comparison, Razer fire set to one hundred percent (which consists of Razers coming from both iris poles, combining at a distant point and reaiming upon a target) is capable of entering a large planetary body, drilling cleanly through to the other side, repeating this action through multiple obstacles until something is finally capable of stopping it's destructive path. TriCylian war base shields are just as impressive, being able to sit in the middle of a star going super nova without so much as declairing a state of emergency. (Ship records indicate the fastest TriC to TriC battle to have occurred took eight hours and sixteen minutes (Earthen time, just to make it easy.) of non-stop pounding to cause death. This battle required the combined efforts of fifty Constellation and Devastator class bases to blast away upon one rebelious Interceptor class, whose ability to jump into Voidal Space had been dismantled. What few conflicts have occurred over the years could be measured not in hours, but decades. And, even then, barely 1 percent of the hunted rebels were ever successfully neutralized.)

Here's some specs...

- Name: TriCylious Ragnarok.
- Class: Constellation.
- Tier size: Eleven. (Used to be ten, before the upgrade happened to handle the rescue of a tiny portion of the population of a doomed and unnamed planet. For a short time, housed a twelth tier as a gift to a lover.)
- Active state: 65%. (Powerful.)
- Condition: Great.
- Avatar name: Avi. (Or Avatar. At least, this is what she gives for a name.)
- Avatar sex: Female.
- Current location: Active duty on locations assigned by The Council of Twelve.
- Weapons:
+ Razers. (This is an energy weapon that is focused like a concentrated beam from the iris of a star base. Backed by the internal star, this weapon is stepped up in strength to levels few modern civilizations can conceive of. The stronger forms use two beams, merged together from opposing iris points.
+ Raven missiles. (These are almost throwbacks to an earlier time. Physical projectiles that operate under their own internal navigation. Living explosive tubes that can deliver a sizable explosion to a distant target. In comparison to the Razer, they are clearly outmatched. Their damage factor is a mere fraction. Their speed is almost paced at a crawl. And, they can be intercepted in mid-flight. Why any TriCylian ship would even bother to stock these is a complete mystery.
- Defenses:
+ Solar shields. (A bubble of massive energy that radiates from the iris in an oval shape to cover half the exterior hemisphere. Paired with the opposing iris, they create an effective layer of defense that matches an already impressive skin of regenerative matter. Most modern ships could pound away upon just the skin until their weapons gave out and never inflict any real damage.)
+ Regenerative hull. (The TriCylian war base uses bio-technology that consists of living matter. Every cell can duplicate a hundred times over in a split second. Any form of damage that eats upon a chunk of the hull is met with a counter force of duplicating matter that fills in the gap at stunning speeds. In order to have any hope of ever creating a scratch upon such a hull requires complete isolation from all sources of energy. As with her crew, the vessel can absorb any source of starlight to recharge with. However, by keeping an active source in her heart, she is endowed with a virtually unstoppable supply with which to endlessly recover herself from. In order to kill such a ship, one must first burn out the star inside. Which is protected by the whole bulk of this impenetrable defensive measure. Far better to attack one of the lesser classes that can't harvest energy internally.)
- propulsion:
+ Voidal Space. (This alternate dimension is almost exclusive to TriCylian travel. It's nature is a polar opposite to our known Universe. It is severely destructive to all things matter. So powerful is this attack that even the mighty TriC shields fail to form within it's space. The outer layers of the hull are torn away over eighty times per second, making that regenerative hull crucial to survival inside of Voidal Space. Any ship without such a defense is dissolved upon entry. Even a TriC class without an internal star to draw from could only last a couple moments under such assault. No stars exist in Voidal Space. One great advantage is that laws of this Universe don't apply there. One merely has to tear a momentary hole to change dimensions. And, through proper map plotting, one can pop out of this Universe at any spot and then rip a hole back into this Universe at another location. Which makes the creation of engines to go great speeds, quite unnecessary. However, the nature of Voidal Space requires great amounts of energy concentrated upon the very skin of the ship to rip a momentary hole between dimensions. As the destructive force is working instantly to pull the energy away as it's being formed.)
+ Solar Winds. (These slit engines can be found slightly burried beneath the outer skin of each tier. They serve the multiple tasks of rotating the ship as a whole, moving each saucer tier (Should the base wish to separate for any reason. Such a move is rare and foolish, as it demands excessive shielding to keep the star from going out of control and leaves the ship weak to attack. (Though, most current ships STILL couldn't cause damage to a separated TriC war base that was engaged in a split action.)) and propelling the base in any direction. In comparison with Voidal jumping, their maximum speed is downright pitiful. At best, warp 2.4. Remove a war base's ability to jump and they're almost forced to fight. Alas, they're built to sit there and pound away at everything while the Universe falls apart around them.
- Modes of transportation:
+ Archway. (This horseshoe shaped device acts like a doorway that junctures to other Archway doorways. It does this by folding space between the two devices, permitting matter and such to easily pass through for a brief moment. TriCylians found them so useful and reliable that they gave up on hallways, placing these devices into each cell room of their ships. These devices can also be transported to remote locations or fired at the surface of planets to create junctures to remote spots. Archways are bio-tech, house concentrated lodes of energy, use stars to recharge and can even cloak and/or melt to become nearly invisible. Telepathy linking to the user gives them a rather simplified way of knowing exactly what other Archway to activate with.)
+ Pod transport. (Constellation (and other such) class bases have launching/landing bays for Pod transports. These round blobs are bio-tech and have similar properties to the war base. When a user wishes to use one, they merge with it. The mental telepathy interface gives the user a unique advantage in both morphing the ship and controlling it like a natural extension to the body. Plus, the pod utilizes it's own internal power for propulsion, defenses and offenses. Devoid of shields, it relies on it's hyper regenerative skin to repel any form of assault. Though, far less powerful then any mother ship or war base, it is still a formidable threat to any known, current civilizations. It is a general purpose, run-about ship that is friendly to both fleshlings and shape shifters. Though, for any non-telepathic species, the interface requires a bit of getting used to. And, dealing with the experience of swimming in such bio-goo, unclothed and without life support. For, the goo does little more then warm against the coldness of space. And, the more flesh it touches, the better it can "read" the pilot's intensions. (Just bring along an oxygen tank. And, try not to think about opening a window.))
+ Bio-Tube. (The benefit of being a shape shifter is that one can have the ship grow a gigantic straw down to the surface of a planet, form into mist and let it suck/blow you up/down to/from the surface. Not recommended for oxygen breathers. As, the straw doesn't tend to generate an atmosphere and one might freeze/suffocate during the journey.)
- Notes: This is the Star Base that Captain Jameson will serve aboard for most of his career. The only known crew will consist of a doctor that found life aboard to be extremely boring and unproductive to his interests of healing the wounded. (He leaves soon, after the completion of X number of missions.) Many of her secrets will never be revealed. She has no hallways. Instead, all access to rooms rely upon a network of devices called Archways. They fold space between two points to permit matter to pass through. Each room is a kind of cell amidst thousands of rooms. This form of travel keeps the ship fairly secretive, even to her captain. (It can also connect to planet-side Archways and satellite Archways...within a respectable distance. More distance to fold requires more energy and there are limits.) Except for the captain, Avi and the doctor, Jameson is unaware of any other crew members. This living ship forms a bond to her crew through mental telepathy and a form of remote mating. (There is a kind of safety that every TriCylian ship was designed with. They require a crew to function. Else, they slowly slip into comatose. If left in a state of coma for too long, their basic functions shut down and the ship decomposes to the point where the very stress of keeping a star formed overwhelms it's physical structure, creating imminent self destruction. Granted, this process can take trillions of years before total destruction occurs in war class bases. Unmanned classes that had never utilized such star matter could begin to dissolve after a mere thousand years of neglect. There are exceptions to this fate.)

+++

- Name: Avi.
- Base description: The Humanoid shape that walks the rooms of the TriCylious Ragnarok. Capable of taking on the traditional TriCylian liquid form, when needed. She prefers a more solid shape, reflective of the notions of pure beauty as defined from an Earthen standpoint; reasons unknown. Very powerful. Very beautiful. Very deadly. She possesses massive strength and the same regenerative properties that make up her base. She remains in contact with her battle station on almost all occasions. She shows devotion to her captain, Jameson Ulysses Patrick. However, her true motives lay in seclusion. Highly militant. Sleek by every definition of the word.
- Role: Avatar of the TriCylious Ragnarok.

Well...it's 4:30 in the morning. Writing even this takes it's time. And, I probably am missing a bunch of details. But, I'm gonna retire for the night.
Oh, yea...soon after Jameson enters the TACC years, he starts to morph into a reindeer over that of a Human. It's kind of a blending deal, where he starts to ponder things and questions his memories of a time of existing on Earth.

The TACC years are when he learns about Earth's total destruction, due to the events of a world war. TACC is apart of a colony of deep space explorers that managed to escape that war. He finds reasons to come back here, time and time again. Because, Jameson's background deals with coming from a 21'st century Earth. (However, the plot will eventually reveal things that prove this isn't so. That's evidence from another time that doesn't concern these stories. Making it unnecessary junk for these stories.) TACC is also where he stores his Earth car from the past. (See...Jameson created the first hover car on Earth. Tragically, it malfunctioned on the initial run and sent him flying through deep space, instead of just hovering a few dozen feet off the ground. A few thousand years later, the TriCylians found his dead corpse, revived him through their wonderous, futuristic technology and gave him a ship to captain. How nice of them. All lies. But, he won't figure that out until the Avi and the Ragnarok abandon him on a savage planet with little more then Teacher yapping away in his head. But, those events are set many years into the future. And, thus, unnecessary plot points.)

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Reindeer did....
I, lion, did not...
"Oh, the pain...the pain....."
--Me/Henry

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*blinks*

Guilty, as charged. He not only had the bed, but owned it for over six months. The decision was hard to do. But, the bed had to be taken. I was tired of 'another night in the recliner'. Besides, he was robbing all the others of a home, as well.

I made the tough decision. And, avoided an even tougher one; the trash can, in hopes of, one day, regaining his former glory with not the original rotted out foam, but soft, polyfibre/cotton fill.

Yes. I did wrong. But, it was an act of tough love to avoid total abandonment. I back my decision.
Lion judges you that you have good heart and had genuine and sincere concerns about it. You did not just do it without great thought and true empathy... You are "absolved" as far as lion is concerned.

"Vaya con plushie"

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