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https://plus.google.com/102073701937118304436 Drake Crewver : Name: Ash fur Sex: male Size: 4 ft 90 lbs Pack: G.H. pack Age: 21 moons Parents: N/A Siblings or kin...
Name: Ash fur
Sex: male
Size: 4 ft 90 lbs
Pack: G.H. pack
Age: 21 moons
Parents: N/A
Siblings or kin: N/A
Pelt color:  Smog grey
Markings shape: small specs grouped together to form a stripe down his back
Markings color: black
Underfur color: light grey
scars: 1
Scar shape: a slash
Scar location: left eye
Name one unique ability: can breath out toxic smog and he has massive eagle wings
 Personalities: Strong, Grudging, Fierce
Description: He is always angry at Blue Feather. Blue Feather had been mates with Dark Frost, until Dark Frost said his brother Hawk Frost (dead) was a loyal innocent cat. This was a lie. Blue Feather left Dark frost for Ash Fur, only until Dark Frost apologized. To this day, Ash Fur has been plotting to try to make Blue Feather Feel the same pain he did when she left him
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https://plus.google.com/111068965787356140906 steve poltz : This is my brain. That white dot is where bad shit happened. I put an arrow by it. The Stroke- a long...
This is my brain. That white dot is where bad shit happened. I put an arrow by it.


The Stroke- a long/short story about what happened to me.

A silent conversation I had with myself on stage while playing a show in Wilmington Delaware on Oct 22, 2014-

"Whoa, This is weird- I can't see. Wait, I can kinda see through my left eye. I wonder if the audience (although relatively small in numbers- yet still an audience) can see me not seeing? It's like I'm looking through a small keyhole using only my left eye. Wow- I'm going blind. This fucking sucks."

I was saying this to myself while singing a song. Some call it multitasking. I call it business as usual. You know how when you see someone on stage performing and they're killing it and you think "Wow, they're really in the moment?" Well, that's not really how it works with me. I'm thinking 3 or 7 steps ahead. I like to think of it as this > I'm like a quarterback, perhaps Peyton Manning (sorry to use him as an example because I'm a Chargers fan but he's a good example) I'm reading the defense and dropping back, calling an audible in my head and it sounds like this: "Uh oh, that woman is yawning. I've done two ballads in a row. Bad move Steve. You idiot. You're losing them. Think of an interesting story to tell after this song ends. Is it ever going to end? Jeez, I can write some long songs. Cut out a verse! No one will know. Frag aka Rob Hanning (Steve Poltz archivist) will know but that's ok. He expects me to screw up the words. Ok cool, song is ending tune that g string and tell a story about the time you pooped your pants while singing live on the radio. Remember? You decided to start juicing and trying to be healthy and your system was in shock? Your body was expecting a hotdog and you gave it a carrot, apple, celery, kale and spinach juice. Your body said "must immediately eject this foreign substance."
You were wearing white Levi's and singing live on radio. No wonder that DJ hasn't had you back. Yes! That'll be a good story. Maybe not. It's oversharing. Nah, Do it! Ok, that was a really bad idea. Note to self: Don't do stories about pooping your pants while wearing white Levi's and singing live on the radio. Scowling guy in second row is leaving. Yep he's walking out. Now there are only 17 people. Better sing a fast song."

That's how it works with me. I'm like a meerkat on high alert. I wish I could say say I'm in a zen space when I'm on stage and I'm at peace but I'd be lying. There's a godamn war going on in my head.

So- getting back to Oct 22, prior to the show, I was eating some greasy cheesy pizza and drinking some super charged iced tea. I'd been drinking lots of strong black tea all day AND coffee. I definitely wasn't drinking enough water. I hadn't been getting enough sleep and I was tired, wired and dehydrated. I'm always naturally wired. I'm high strung. Photographers have told me that I'm like a hummingbird and many pictures come out blurry. I'm hard to photograph like The Loch Ness Monster or Bigfoot, except my feet are only size 9 & 1/2 and I can't breathe underwater.

So I was sitting with my friends Lou and Rain and we were having a pre show laugh. Lou had just come back from the venue and informed me that there were only 18 people in the audience. This hurt my feelings but I didn't let on to it. I acted like it was funny and that it didn't bother me. On the outside I was having a pre-show FAKE laugh. But on the inside I felt sad. Ya see- when you're a traveling troubadour you never really know what's going to happen. Things are out of your control. There are always excuses for a poor turnout-> It was raining hard that night, it was a Wednesday, it's finals week in Malaysia, there's no almond butter at The Whole Foods in Austin. It's Wilmington Delaware and I've never played this city. Yeah! That's the ticket. I haven't built up a fan base there yet. But here's the thing: I was going to be playing the smaller upstairs room at World Cafe Live. The BIG ROOM is downstairs. Pride hurt alert! I'm playing the small room? I've heard it my whole life. It's what fuels my fire. Not making the basketball team in 9th grade at Nellie Coffman Junior High in Palm Springs Ca. Mr Hamilton didn't pick me. I was left out. He put up the names on a piece of paper and mine was the ONLY one not on the list. It all comes back to this. I didn't make the team and I'm still trying to make the team.

Who was in the "big room" at World Cafe Live that same night? Southern Culture On The Skids! They're really good. I love them. They're my friends. I went down to say hi to them before my show and we hugged and traded stories. They said "Oh, are you in the upstairs room?" They asked the question in a sad hushed tone like they were asking me about a friend's funeral. They were being polite by not calling it the small room. We said goodbye and as I walked out past their sparkling merch display to go upstairs, there was a long line of people waiting to get in. I thought to myself "maybe some of these people are here for my show and they've made a mistake." But no. They were wearing Southern Culture On The Skids t-shirts and hats. They probably had 250 people waiting to see them. On a rainy Wednesday night in Wilmington Delaware while college students in Malaysia were taking final exams and wild zombies in Austin Texas were roaming the aisles of Whole Foods in search of almond butter. My excuses for a low turnout didn't seem to ruin THEIR numbers. They're definitely not here for my show upstairs in the "small room".

So there I am fake laughing and eating pizza with Lou and Rain before my show and my vision starts short circuiting. Like an old TV screen flitting about and crackling with poor reception. I was sweating over my top lip and my hands were shaking. I felt like I was having a panic attack and my chest felt tight. I didn't say anything to Lou and Rain because that's how I roll. I keep stuff like that inside. I'll just try to make them laugh to divert attention. Cause a diversion. It always works! When all else fails, change the subject and make people laugh.

Now prior to this night I'd been having head rushes and throbbing headaches. Crazy meteor shower head rushes. I would pull over in my rental car to get petrol and all of a sudden out of the blue I'd have these wild rushes of blood to my brain. I'd say to myself "This definitely doesn't feel normal. Maybe I need to see a doctor. Next year I will. I'll take some time off. Yeah, and then I'll see a doctor. I'll have time next year. Right now I'm too busy."

So I finish my pizza and my vision stops cracking and I walk up to the venue for showtime. I stroll on to the stage and I see the people in the audience and I silently count them while grabbing my guitar and saying "Hey, good evening everybody! It's great to be here in Wilmington. Please put your hands together and welcome 98 pounder recording artist Mr Steve Poltz." I've gotten used to introducing myself over many years of touring small clubs and I just always do it. It feels natural. I actually felt bad for the audience that they were there. Like maybe they wanted to leave because it seemed like the wrong place to be and now they couldn't leave because they'd stand out.

So I start playing my show and I feel dizzy and after about 15 minutes my vision starts crackling again and then it's almost like a curtain comes down and this time I go blind. I'm panicking inside but I also start a comedy routine in my head while at the same time singing a song I wrote called Good Morning Waking Up With You. The comedy skit consisted of a priest, my parents and a nun all saying in unison "Stop doing that Steven You'll go blind!" They were all dancing in a chorus line while ripping the pages out of porno magazines in a perfect assembly line rhythm. There was a freaking Broadway show going on in my skull while I was playing my other show to the small room patrons. I was also thinking that maybe every troubadour goes blind a couple times in their lives so it's no big deal. Probably even Bruce Springsteen. Good thing I know the chord changes to my songs because I can't see the frets on my guitar. This made me feel anxious and I kept hoping that I would be able to see again. So now I'm freaking out in panic while also enjoying the comedy show in my head while also singing the love song to the small room and ALSO thinking that I can't let anyone know about this. I need to complete my mission and finish the performance. The comedy routine in my head was really funny. Too bad no one else got to hear it. It was definitely better than the crappy show I was playing.

So now all of a sudden my vision comes back and in my head I say "that was not right. That was not right at all!"

Next, my friend Carli requests a song I wrote about a lonely Giraffe. She loves this song. In fact she loves it so much that she even got some of the words tattooed on her body along with a picture of a giraffe. I couldn't remember the words but I figured if I forgot them that I could always read them off of the tattoo on her back. Then I remembered I had the words on a piece of paper. So I grabbed them and realized that I might be able to see again but now I couldn't read. The sentences didn't make sense. I could see the word giraffe but everything looked sideways and I couldn't understand all the words. The letters looked foreign. For all I knew it may as well have been a manifesto from the Unabomber. Now I was panicking big time and I could feel my heart thumping. How did I forget how to read? I was scared, but I didn't tell the audience. The show must go on. I struggle through one verse of the giraffe song and totally destroy it. So I just stop and say "I think my glasses are dirty. Are my glasses dirty? I'm sorry Carli, I know you drove 2 hours to get to the show and that this is your favorite song but I can't do it. I think my glasses are foggy." Now I feel really scared. A few people in The audience say things like "your glasses look fine Steve." I ask the soundman if there's something wrong with the lights. He turns them on and off and says "the lights are fine Steve."

By now I feel like the audience is noticing that I'm really off my game. Someone shouts out a request for an old Rugburns song called Single Life. The Rugburns were my former band. Now this is a song I've probably played a million and six times but all I do is sing the same verse over and over. There are 5 verses and a bridge but I only sing one of the verses 5 times in a row. I really thought I was singing the whole song. The audience is now laughing nervously and wondering if I'm taking the piss out of them because this is something I might do on stage. I'm totally confused by now and kind of irritated that they're laughing at me.

Then- I go blind again. Only this time it's much worse and I can't really see at all. It's like the next level of the video game and now I'm dizzy and feel like I'm going to pass out. So I start feeling around for a chair but can't find one. So I'm totally blind and dizzy with vertigo but I STILL don't tell the audience. See, I was born in Canada we don't like to upset people. Then things get weirder because I can't hear what note I'm supposed to sing. I think to myself "I have no clue how to find the opening note for this song. Are you kidding me? Now I'm blind AND tone deaf? By now I'm really confused. I'm usually kinda confused anyways but now I'm completely confused. I can tell the audience knows something's wrong so I start asking the soundman and the audience weird questions like "Can you guys see? Do your eyes work? They all say "Yes we can see." So I say "I can't really see so I'm going to sit down. I also can't hear that well. Are the monitors on? I'm going to unplug my guitar and try to sing."
Someone shouts out a request for one of my songs called Chinese Vacation. So I blindly put a capo on the 7th fret of my guitar by feeling the frets and I can't find the key to sing it in. I think I do two verses of it out of tune and forget the bridge and end the song early. So I say "I'm not feeling very well. I'm sorry. I need to end this show." I'd been playing an hour and now I'm about pass out so I just sit there confused and people say "C'mon man, don't stop! We drove four hours to see you. Sing some more. We didn't hear our favorite songs. Silver Lining, Handjob on A Churchbus! Folksinger, Dick's Automotive, tell the story about you and Jewel and the marijuana drug bust in Mexico. Do You Were meant For Me with the David Cassidy story, sing I'm In It For The Long-Haul and I Want All My Friends To Be Happy!"

There may not have been a lot of people at the gig but the ones who did attend were die-hard fans who really did drive as far as 4 hours to see the show. I don't think any of the attendees were actually from Wilmington Delaware. People in Wilmington must hate me.

So I pose for some pictures and shake some hands. My vision in my left eye starts to kind of return but my right eye is still blind. So I sign some CDs while squinting. One really nice guy named Frizz drove from Harrisburg Pa with his son who was finally old enough to see me in a bar. They brought 6 old CDs of mine and a couple old posters to be signed. I recklessly scribble on them while trying to find my balance.

Then I look at my guitar and pedal board and I'm totally flabbergasted as to how to pack them up. It all looked strange to me, like I'd never packed up a cable or guitar in my life.

Lou and Rain ask me if I'm ok and I say "Yes, I'm fine. I just need to get to a hotel somewhere and get some sleep. I'm ok I'm just really tired."
Lou says, "let me drive your rental car and you ride with Rain. She'll drive you to our house. You can sleep there. It's about two hours away. In the morning you can drive to your gig in Charlottesville Va."

So I say "I think my vision is back in my left eye. It's just kind of blurry. It's not raining too bad. I should be ok to drive with one eye toward Virginia"
Lou looks at me in a very disapproving way and uses his stern voice and says "Steven, give me your keys! You're not driving. You're riding back to New Jersey with my wife." When Lou levels with you like that, he gets a Dad tone and sounds like one of the adults in a Charlie Brown cartoon special. Wah wha wha wha wha wha. So I handed him my keys because he seemed serious and serious people scare me. I tried to defuse the situation through humor so as I gave him the keys I said "Allah Akbar". He didn't even smile. So I said "Too soon?" He finally kind of smiled. Like the Mona Lisa.

So we begin to pack up my stuff. I'm looking at my cables like I've never seen them before and I say to myself "what am I supposed to with these wire things?"

I get paid a very low amount for the show and sell two Cds. (check out my song folksinger for more detailed info) and pile in the car with Lou's wife Rain. She tells me I should probably see a doctor in the morning. I look at her and say "I don't have time. I need to be on the radio tomorrow in Virginia. I'm Steve Poltz! I never stop working! But hey, I know a doctor in San Diego I can call. He's super smart and a really great friend. I just can't remember his name. It's like it was erased from my memory." So I look at my iPhone and I remember that this doctor works with The San Diego Padres AND with Scripps Medical Center. He gave me a special number I could call if I was ever in trouble. I remember he called it his Bat-Phone and said that he would always answer it. But I just can't remember his name. So Rain says "Try to remember. Maybe it'll come back to you" I look at her and I get excited and say "It's Batman. His name is Doctor Batman!"
She looks at me with her head askew. Almost the way a chihuahua would look at you if you made it wear a Christmas sweater and pose for a picture. She tilted her head and said "Batman? His name is Doctor Batman?"
So I type in Bat in my search on the phone and the words bat-phone come up by the name Dr Kakehashi.
"Oh yeah! His name is Dr Robert Kakehashi! That's his name! I'll call him! Hey Rain, If it's 2am now in New Jersey does that mean it's 5am in San Diego?"
"No Steve. It means it's 11pm."

So I call him and wake him up.
He asks a bunch of questions and one very pertinent question- "when you lost your vision was it like a curtain coming down over your eye?"

"Ummm. Yes. It was."

"Ok Steve. You need to go right now to the nearest emergency room you can find. Hurry, go there immediately."

So we go to Princeton Medical Center and they ask me a few questions and I tell them it happened on stage. They say "were you doing any drugs. Did you do any cocaine or anything else. Please be honest. We will be testing your blood." Talk a bout racial profiling. What about musician profiling?

I say "no! I don't even drink. If you had asked ten years ago then yes. You'd probably find bat guano in my blood. But now I'm sober as a Mormon. Are Mormons sober? Do they do cocaine?"

The doctors don't laugh and immediately wheel me away on a stretcher and check my heart and take blood and do a cat scan. Then they do an MRI which takes over an hour and the machine is very loud. The radiologist gives me headphones and asks me what I want to listen to and I say "Neil Young."
"Good choice" he says.

As Neil starts singing Cinnamon Girl I enter the tube and I'm sort of freaking out. I try to relax but I can feel my heart thumping in time with beat of the drums. It's not that I mind being in the claustrophobic tube, I'm panicking because I don't know what's wrong with me.

So they finish the MRI and roll me back into the emergency area and then about an hour later this well dressed Indian woman comes in holding a clipboard and wearing a white lab coat and says "Mr Poltz, I'm Dr Nadi. I'm with the neurology department here at Princeton Medical Center." She starts poking my legs and asks if I can feel where she's touching me. She asks me to smile and frown and smile again and raise my eyebrows. Then she asks me if I can touch my nose and lift my legs. She asks me to follow her fingers with my eyes. Then she asks how many fingers she's holding up on her right hand and I say "seven!" Then she says "How are you feeling?"

"Oh I'm fine" I say. "I probably just had an ocular migraine." Even though I have no clue what an ocular migraine is, I say it with authority like I know what I'm talking about. Someone mentioned those words to me at my show and it sounded good to me. "I guess I can get out of here because I need to drive to Charlottesville Virginia. I have to be on the radio at 4pm to promote my show tonight at The Southern Cafe. You should drive down. It's gonna be great. You know these pesky little ocular migraines. No big deal. Keep moving. Nothing to see here"

"I'm sorry Mr Poltz but we are moving you up into the hospital for a few nights for observation and more tests. You've had a stroke."

Boom! A heavy cloud rolled over me and I felt like I wanted to cry but I wouldn't allow myself to. This Indian doctor was beautiful and I didn't want to look like a blubbering idiot. Instead I said "Are you sure? I'm Steve Poltz! I don't get sick. The rules of jet lag don't even apply to me. I'm superhuman. I can do 80 shows in 80 nights with no days off. I don't even need to eat food. Maybe you've got the wrong guy. Is there another Steve Poltz here? Can you check again?"

"I wish I could say you were right" she said. "Here, take a look at the MRI. This is your brain. Here's the stroke. See that white dot? It's in the thalamus region so that's probably why you went blind. We're going to do a bunch of tests and you'll be up the hospital for the next few nights in the stroke ward."

I began to feel really low. Tears started welling up in my eyes and I wanted to call my Mom. Basic instinct I guess. But I didn't call her because I didn't want to worry her. Canadian instinct I guess. They ran a gazillion tests and told me I had to cancel MORE shows. This really bummed me out. I never cancel shows. Four days later I walked out of the hospital kind of dazed and confused. Lou and Rain picked me up and when I walked outside to their waiting car I stopped for a brief second to just stare at a tree. It was a weak little New Jersey Charlie Brown hospital tree trying to stay alive in the intermittent chilly sunlight. The saddest tree you've ever seen. The kind of tree people just walk by and ignore. But It was like I'd never really seen the beauty in a tree before. I kept staring and staring at it like I was on the moon and I looked at Lou and Rain and a few tears started leaking out of my eyes and then more and more and then I started sobbing. I'm talking uncontrollable hysterical tears. They asked me what was wrong and I said "Nothing is wrong. This tree is so beautiful. I love this tree. Look at it. Look at the sky. This world is so beautiful. I don't want to leave it. I'm not ready to leave it yet" My face was streaming with tears that had been stored up for years. They rolled freely down my face and I stared at the sky in wonder.

So now here I am 4 and a half months later. I'm walking and talking and singing. I can see and I can read. I had to cancel 2 and a half months worth of shows. I've been poked and prodded and prodded and poked. They asked me if I have a family history of heart attack and stroke and I said "ummm. I don't think so. Well, my Mom's brother Uncle Joey died of a massive heart attack and stroke at age 39. And my Mom's other broth Uncle Louie died of a stroke after heart surgery. And my Mom's sister Aunt Sylvia survived a stroke. And my Mom survived a stroke AND a heart attack. And both of her parents passed away of strokes and heart attacks in their 50s and sixties.
Is that bad? Is that bad? Is that what you mean by a family history of strokes?"

So after all the tests I've found out that--
I don't have diabetes. My cholesterol is 80. My blood pressure is 118 over 76. I don't have a hole in my heart. There's no blockage in my neck arteries! I had a second MRI and they shot dye into my brain and couldn't find a clot. They did a test for a genetic predisposition for blood clots and I passed! Unlike my algebra test in high school which I failed. Did I mention that I hate math? I wore a 30 day cardio event monitor. They couldn't find an irregular heartbeat. I don't have Deep Vein Thrombosis. They even tested me for HIV and Syphilis! I don't have them. So I got that going for me. Which is nice. On my last visit with my neurologist I said "I hear they're having a Black Friday sale on MRIs with brain dye injections. Let's do more!"
I actually got him to laugh! He's from Germany and he's a tough crowd. I also told him "Last year I flew so many miles with Southwest Airlines that I got a companion pass AND a stroke." He didn't really laugh at that one.
He said in a German accent, "You've been very lucky that you're able to walk and talk. You need to be careful. I hope I never HAVE to see you again. Just visit me once a year and see a cardiologist. In a third of stroke cases we never know why they happened. Let's just hope it doesn't happen again because now that it's happened you have a higher risk of another. Like a 30 percent chance. It could happen at any time. Anywhere. Merry Christmas."
Thank you Dr Downer.
And now? Now I'm getting ready to play some gigs. I guess it's like riding a bike. Except my bike got stolen outside 7/11 and replaced with a damaged one. So I'm back out on the road to do what I do. I sing songs and sometimes I make people smile and feel things. I bring people together. I'm a folksinger-people-bringer-together. I'm lucky. Really lucky.




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https://plus.google.com/101671600062661394637 Savage Thunder : Name: Snowsplash Age: 24 moons Gender: Queen (Female) Clan: Shadowclan Appearance: A road-shouldered...
Name: Snowsplash
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Queen (Female)
Clan: Shadowclan
Appearance: A road-shouldered, massive muscle-bound she-cat with short black fur with white stripes along her body. Her white left eye has four jagged claw-marks running over it, leaving her blind in it. But she is still a very hard-to-beat opponent. Her right eye is the color of the grass in spring.
Personality: She is  loving, kind, caring, loyal, stubborn, strong, and tough. But she is wise, understanding, and overprotective as well. She's not afraid to be honest and fight for what is right.
Likes: Kits, companions, mud, and generally being funny
Dislikes: Torture, cruelty, abuse, and neglect
Relationships: She is currently expecting kits and she is nearly full term. The father was a loner that she left when she came to the clan. She is hoping to find a good tom for a father to her unborn kits and that would be a better mate than her first one.
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https://plus.google.com/104942166965980619744 Aυτυmɳ 秋葉 : So my left eye is swollen almost shut and it burns Should I be worried?
So my left eye is swollen almost shut and it burns
Should I be worried?
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https://plus.google.com/102744671705540079978 Kayla Wilson : great, now i can't wear make up, i had a allergic reaction to the base make up, im fine, my face just...
great, now i can't wear make up, i had a allergic reaction to the base make up, im fine, my face just got a little swollen under my left eye, my mom said i looked like i got hit, but i didn't 
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https://plus.google.com/117524915809895359509 Wang Yi : Name : Neix Aromoza. Age : 21. Twenty-Two years of age. Though when people see Neix, they would see...
Name : Neix Aromoza.

Age : 21. Twenty-Two years of age. Though when people see Neix, they would see the telltale signs of aging, which leads one to believe that she is older in years then she really possesses, an estimation at twenty-eight. It leaves the revelation of her age to shock those that converse with her and perhaps even leave them amused for the mild deception, perhaps even making them a little more wary of making assumptions about Neix.

Gender : Hermaphrodite.

Species : Human, Stand User.

Sexuality : Lesbian.
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Powers/Abilities : 

Gulend : Neix has the power to invert the intended functions of objects. from her stand which is named after her surname. Aromoza; for example, a knife could be used to seal objects together instead of cutting them apart (“to sever” > “to join”). or a speaker could erase all sound in the range people would ordinarily be able to hear it (“to make sound” -> “to destroy sound”). Neix and Aromoza. could apply this power to objects containing liquids as if they were a single cohesive whole. e.g. a “syringe of measles vaccine” as opposed to a “syringe” of “measles vaccine” . which could be used to guarantee infection. (“to prevent infection with measles” -> “to guarantee infection with measles”). or a “bottle of alcohol” . as opposed to a “bottle” containing “alcohol” could clot blood. since alcohol usually thins blood.

Personality : Judgemental. Egotistical. Humourless. Impious. Proud while also somewhat. Still respectful to who she deems worthful of her respect.

Likes : Cats she Prefers Persians and specifically the Tortoise-shell colored ones. Black Tea with an above average amount of sugar, Cheesy Romantic Novels, Sweetened Milk.

Dislikes : Meat, The exception being Chicken and Turkey with a select few of Fish. Which she tends to enjoy from every while to another. Mostly being Eel.

Appearance : 

1# : Physical Condition : Her body is somewhere in between. It's not exactly tight-shaped fit, nor it is plushy and soft. She finds that working out or training three days a week keeps her body in good health and in a good condition, while being eye-pleasing as well. Usually her work outs deal with both cardiovascular work along with muscle building to keep a nice balance leaving her right where she is with her racial powers also compensating for the lack of power that she has leaving her a "All Rounder"

4# : Height : Neix is exactly six-foot tall. Not a centimeter shorter or taller. She seems to be one of the more lengthy people around, sure there are quite a few more that tower even over her form, but there are those who also get dwarfed with her height as well. Some would blame it on her torso, but Neix likes to say that it's her long legs.


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Occupation : N/A, Student.

Guild: N/A.

Alignment : Lawful Good

Relationships : Aromoza. Her stand, She tends to talk with almost all the time when she has no one to talk to. Telepathically Because doing so otherwise may result in others viewing her as a maniac or somewhat like that.
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Bio : Hailing from the Royal family of Aromoza, a Family that's renown for their use of "Stands". However, She's the daughter of the current successor's brother, Thus making him her Uncle. She was born after her parents' marriage by a week, Three years later were the scramble for the throne. He father failed and  so his earlier mentioned brother took the succession. He doesn't have any regret knowing his brother was the better man, However. His wife left him as she essentially married him for the riches. A gold digger, in short, Her father know left in ailing condition, She grew up to be the "Ideal" girl in her father's vision. By time unknowing. She actually got infected by her father's some mysterious condition. which causes her to cough up blood in occasions. Her father eventually passed away, That left a trauma deep down in her but eventually. She defeated the current successor's daughter, Causing her to be full of pride. Eventually, She left the mansion in rebellion. after Her Uncle was giving her a lecture about her recent sudden change in behavior. Her Father's Sealed Stand eventually broke out of the chest that, lain in his room. It followed her, She later did discover about it and the ways of its uses. In order to better herself even further, She's now living in the dorms that are nearby the academy dubbed as "Amaya Academy" .
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Companion: 

- Name : Aromoza.

- Age : 600. Being passed from one generation to another.

- Gender : None but referred to as a male, It doesn't have a form, but It's bound to the user's. In this case Neix's, Left eye, Turning it into a color that represents the compatibility of it and Neix.

- Weapons : Claws that are gold-coated, That can extend from Neix's knuckles at her whim.

Powers/Abilities : 

Odin : Odin enables Neix to see anything perfectly, can zoom her vision in and out, and can switch between normal. X-ray and thermal vision. It also dramatically accelerates Neix’s reading speed. and grants them an impeccable eye for detail. Additionally, Neix can “Target” an area or object that she sees. and any object thrown or shot at said area will always be precisely aimed at the very spot that it targeted. However, a chance of error remains as even when perfectly aimed, She still needs to be somehow " Contributing" to it

Take It Easy : Aromoza’s lesser-known ability is ‘difficulty nullification’. It’s an automatic ability that triggers whenever the User encounters a difficult act in their life. (i.e., a hard test will rewrite itself to fully match the User’s intelligence level. a complicated recipe will become laughably easy, etc. The ability will not trigger if Neix purposefully put herself into difficult positions in an attempt to trigger it. Such as challenging an Opponent instead of otherwise.
 
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I saw nothing against abilities so welp, It's not like I will use them unless I state so in the post

(Also my main account used to be +Eto Sen  but I deleted it from drama and shiz >~<)
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https://plus.google.com/117745929641123058723 Kairi Kingdom Hearts : I just noticed that the Legend Of Zelda:Twilight Princess for (idk if it's for that console) Nintendo...
I just noticed that the Legend Of Zelda:Twilight Princess for (idk if it's for that console) Nintendo 64 and Wii,on the wii version it's in mirror mode
I mean,i went to watch a tutorial and the key wasnt on the left but on the right!the thing that midna wears,covers one of her eyes,(like shown in the pic_it covers her left eye)but on the wii version her right eye
#TwilightPrincess #Zelda #Midna #Eye #BestCharacter
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https://plus.google.com/112015103743899160395 Mehran Azizi : The convicted acid attacker, who has not been identified, was rendered unconscious in Rajaishahr prison...
The convicted acid attacker, who has not been identified, was rendered unconscious in Rajaishahr prison in the city of Karaj on Tuesday as medics gouged out his left eye, according to the state-owned Hamshahri newspaper. ....
Eye for an eye: Iran blinds man who carried out acid attack
Other acid attackers have been sentenced to be blinded in Iran but this is the first time it has been carried out, amid condemnation from human rights groups
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https://plus.google.com/117258814253428644365 Cookie Cat : Update (I guess) Name- Cole Gender- Female Age- 16 moons Rank- Leader Mate- none Kits- none Crush- ...
Update (I guess)

Name- Cole
Gender- Female
Age- 16 moons
Rank- Leader
Mate- none
Kits- none
Crush- none
Personality- Ruthless, Trouble maker, hardly trusts anycat (besides Blaze +Diamond DJ Potato Girl and +BaconLover 's o.c), only accepts cats she can trust.
Looks
Plet Black with a white tail tip
Right eye- green
Left eye- looks hypnotized
Collar- blue with blood stains
Small Bio

Cole was originally Spotpaw, everycat called her a Jinx, bad luck, and a worthless kittypet, so this drove her away at the age of 7 moons. She stumbled across Blood Clan, who was looking for a new cat and accepted it as her own home. There she was a ruthless, trouble maker cat and she was Scourge's apprentince for the small time he was alive. When the leader and deputy were killed, she stepped into action and claimed leadership.
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https://plus.google.com/111267348364751737625 FrogTesticle : You know what? After watching this video, I viewed the image again for a thousandth time, and then I...
You know what? After watching this video, I viewed the image again for a thousandth time, and then I raised my palm and blocking the light on the left and right in the photo. Later I closed my left eye and sort of making my other eye "sleepy", and voila! Black and blue! At first I too can't believe that is black and blue.
Watch the video: WHAT COLOR IS THIS DRESS? (Teens React Special)
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https://plus.google.com/113704361333792653784 David LaCivita : Here's my try at +Patrick David 's portrait. I don't have the GIMP skills to remove the distracting ...
Here's my try at +Patrick David 's portrait. I don't have the GIMP skills to remove the distracting elements of the background so I stayed focused on the model. I'm not a portrait guy so I wasn't sure what to do but luckily the darktable community made it easy for me as you'll find out.
All edits made in darktable except where noted.
First I set the white balance using "spot white balance" and sampling from the white of the model's right eye. Next I raised the exposure by 1 EV and nudged the blacks up just a bit. I used a high pass filter drawn with ovals over the eyes. I left the settings at default and blended as an overlay with 50% opacity.This brought just a little more sharpness to the eyes which I am told is very important in portraiture.
Finally, I had seen a darktable style shared in the G+ darktable community here:  https://plus.google.com/100387477119228716538/posts/ccg8UFq7s5v
and I used this to retouch the skin (I thought her skin was already pretty nice though). The default for the style left out the shadowed side of her face so I adjusted the luminosity slider to include the darker side. 
Adding the high pass filter to the eyes made the flash's reflection in the model's left eye a huge glaring problem so I exported as a tif and used the clone tool in GIMP to remove the spots entirely. 
When I was finished I read Patrick's blog post on his edit and realized 2 things:
1. I need to work on my GIMP skills
2. I'm lazy and therefor thankful for people sharing important styles like this skin retouching style.

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https://plus.google.com/113917319708334638269 Blood Rothchild : Shano - South dekalb Levis right. Not for me im.blood and got 8732 outfits to jump fly. Akoo ts like...
Shano - South dekalb

Levis right. Not for me im.blood and got 8732 outfits to jump fly. Akoo ts like its only right. And in this crazy world i got a georgia tech fitted snug tight. Just right glocal how they say on my side. Repping my zone like it define my life. You fuck this shit up lets see how fucked up you gonna get alright. Pitching fear is like reminding this dead scene wrong and right. Yall do this lust shit you cant get this shitjumping right. And everybody trapping and aintnobody doing it right. This 2015 raws hookahs and im living my life. Keeping it what it is how it os qhere it is and that right. Never coming.light when i roll heavy. Hustle gang t rich gang cool but i like this a thing. Rest in oeace camoflauge left eye and all of that. Kind of miss these off brand towns flashing a fitted caps. When the falcons was making money regardless if they lost ever game they had. Thrashers silverbacks braves hawks. bruh you can get tickets for 10 dollars no scalp dog. Who the shit i run throu atlnight spot and the ajc and im dropping logs. Flying on 85 playing that youngbloods dog. no fraud real talk weigh my options its always something huhn. Frans
chize boys d4l. Rich homie future on sell.
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https://plus.google.com/115192132685319350782 Toni Niemi : ((Ah.. The details to this community is.. Beautiful. I am going to enjoy my stay in this place~ Oh, ...
((Ah.. The details to this community is.. Beautiful. I am going to enjoy my stay in this place~ Oh, and right now I am at episode 25, so I do hope I won't be spoiled by accident.))

Name: Kaim

Age: 16

Gender: Male. Got it memorized?

Magic Type: Thunder/Electricity 

Weapons: Steel Long Sword and 6 Kunais. Can be coated with lighting.

Position and Clan: None, yet.

Personality: Quiet, anti-social. But, that solely depends on who he is speaking with

Likes: Staying alive. Good jobs.

Hates: Getting his ass kicked, naturally. People who too think too highly of themselves.

Bio: Raised in a cottage, hidden in the woods and far away from civilization. He lived happily, until he got hit by a thunderbolt on a stormy night while hunting, his hair and eyes turned blue, as the color of the lighting, and got unconscious afterwards. Conveniently after that, his house was attacked and destroyed by bandits, and his family got killed. In desperation, he attacked the bandits and defeated them, but got cut on his left eye, blinding him from that eye.
Few days later he had buried his family, he realized he had no choice but to find shelter. He started to head to the nearest city, filled with fear of the unknown. For now, he is unaware of his powers. This is the situation right now. (Which means I will be creating an rp about arriving to the city, after this profile's acceptance)
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https://plus.google.com/104245477528586732112 The Colossal Fuck You titan! : If ever I can't come back here in G+ is that I'm sick,and getting some rest.. (My left eye bleeded with...
If ever I can't come back here in G+ is that I'm sick,and getting some rest..
(My left eye bleeded with no reason and Idk why..-_-)
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https://plus.google.com/112263165925312015960 Jason R : Yeah, I'm old, but I still want to have fun. My left eye brown, I got a cut from mosh pitting. Good ...
Yeah, I'm old, but I still want to have fun. My left eye brown, I got a cut from mosh pitting. Good times. :) 
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https://plus.google.com/105884899918467081996 Grant Wiede : Eye Surgery 10 Recap Hopefully everyone is staying warm as another wave of winter weather hits north...
Eye Surgery 10 Recap
Hopefully everyone is staying warm as another wave of winter weather hits north Texas.  The initial wave of snow and ice forced us to delay Hazel's 10th eye surgery, but we were able to make our way back to the surgery center this week to get her left eye t...
Eye Surgery 10 Recap
Hopefully everyone is staying warm as another wave of winter weather hits north Texas.  The initial wave of snow and ice forced us to delay Hazel's 10th eye surgery, but we were able to make our way back to the surgery center...
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https://plus.google.com/116014334654328675996 Samiel Dakrwing : "Black agents, white agents, cops, legion....none of them come round here...least not as far as I seen...
"Black agents, white agents, cops, legion....none of them come round here...least not as far as I seen, they don't pay us mind, just let us go on robbin,' killin', Rapin', and stealin'."

"I don't think I'd care who ran the nation as long as we all had food in our bellies." 

Name: Jacob Garth

Age: 26

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Persona: Friendly enough usually....though his circumstances haven't exactly been usual lately. Nowadays he's rather depressed with random bits of manic happiness.

Anima: Depressed as fuck, as in. There's a damn raincloud over his head.

Appearance: 

Height: 5'11 (used to be 6'1)

Weight: 122 lbs ((Severe malnutrition))

Hair: What was once a brilliant mane of gold is now matted straw colored strands of hair.

Eyes: Yellowish brown.

Skin: A good bit pale.


Skills: Automechanic repair, sometimes tinkering with guns.

Weapons: A heavy, slightly rusty and bloodstained wrench.

Equipment: A pack of cigarettes, a lighter, a flask, a music player that's malfunctioning and randomly skips songs, he can't afford to get it fixed, or buy a new one.

Residence: Deep within the heart of western sector 2

Strengths: He's a pretty good mechanic...or he was, he doesn't know anymore. It''s been a rough few years. He's rather intelligent...it's how he's survived.

Weaknesses: His right ear drum is busted from someone firing a gun right beside it, and his left eye is half blind due to a rather unfortunate scrap over his music player...which resulted in it getting damaged.

Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7bPePvGnJw


Bio: Jacob was once a rather prominent mechanic working for a great company...a company which was bought about three years ago and had all worker's laid off just to eliminate competition. He ended up having to move into the mega city just to make ends meet, now he works minimum wage at a random fast food joint in central sector 2...ain't life grand? He's so ready to give up, he doesn't know how he hasn't gotten murdered on his way home on payday several times....
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https://plus.google.com/104143153118142010073 Aleda Ironheart : UPDATE Name: Aleda IronHeart Nickname: Shadow Gender: Female Age: 19 Element Type: Earth Familiar:...
UPDATE


Name: Aleda IronHeart
Nickname: Shadow
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Element Type: Earth
Familiar: A female harpy eagle named Blade
Magic Level: 11
Weapons: Duel long swords named Wrath and Rancor, a long bow that is incrested with gems which was made by my boyfriend ((+Logan Estes)) with sharpened wooden arrows, steel arrows and stone arrows with a gem in the center that explodes when the stone breaks ((I dont use them often))
Fighting Style: Offensive
Personality: Kind only to her friends and people she finds interesting, Ruthless when you piss her off, and is a little hardheaded. 
History: She comes from a clan called the IronHearts, they are the best ore trackers, miners, and smiths in all the land, because of this if she were to show here face in public she would be swarmed by people wanting to know the secret. When she was a little girl, about five years old her mother died in a mine collapse and her father soon died of black lung, after this she ran away and lived in the forest where she met Blade. When she was 16 she heard about the academy and started making her way there. On the way she was captured by bandits and was taken prisoner. Over the course of two years she was raped, tortured, and had other unspeakable things happen to her. When she finally escaped on her 16th birthday she killed all of the bandits in very brutal ways. Now she has made friends at the academy and even a potential husband.
Appearance: She has scars all across her body. She is 6'5". She wears a eye patch over her left eye because she has a birth defect that makes said eye look like that of a cats. She wears a dress shirt and dress pants ((The kind you'd see at a job interview)). She wears a large black trench coat made of very hard leather, most arrows cant penetrate it but it depends on the arrow. She wears a large red scarf that usually covers her mouth and it goes down to her waist.
Other: She is the owner of the Phoenix, her boyfriend is +Logan Estes, and she is a IronHeart.
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https://plus.google.com/117629721109545431905 Artemis Kai : Name: Artemis Kai Title: Darke/Gray Jedi/ Sith Lord/ Royal War Commander (etc.) Species: Angel of Ieogo...

Name: Artemis Kai
Title: Darke/Gray Jedi/ Sith Lord/ Royal War Commander (etc.)
Species: Angel of Ieogo/ human hybrid
Gender: Female
Age: Over 600 yet less than 2000
Height: 7ft 7 in(shrink/small/normal) 13ft 7 in(full)
Weight: Roughly 80 lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye Color: Black(Normal) left eye blue(concentrating harder than usual) left eye green(Dark&Light side battle)
Home Planet: Unknown/ Born in hyperspace
Handedness: Both
Language: Galactic basic
Force abilities/skills: Force sensitive(very), lightning, apparitions, push/pull, fire control, sorcery, magics, choke, etc
Lightsabers: Two (One dark blue and one azure, both somehow with silver edges, a bit curved)
Weapons: Longbow&arrows, sword, dagger, Force whip, lightsabers, knives, rocks, slingshot
Armour: Black and made of unknown material
Clothing: Black robes and a tunic. Regularly accompanied by a camouflage/dark-colored cloak
Pet(s): Nightshade Poison
Ship: Roughly translating into Darke Shadow
Skills: The usual Force skills and summoning the dead/controlling darkness/blending into shadows
Bio: 7th child of a 7th child of a 7th child of a 7th child of a 7th child of a 7th child of a 7th child 7th child.
There's not much interesting about me except that I do scheme constantly, battle at the front even though I'm supposed to be at the back, sorcerer/Necromancer.......and a half time spy. The rest....classified.
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https://plus.google.com/117629721109545431905 Artemis Kai : Name: Artemis Kai Title: Darke/Gray Jedi/ Sith Lord/ Royal War Commander (etc.) Species: Angel of Ieogo...

Name: Artemis Kai
Title: Darke/Gray Jedi/ Sith Lord/ Royal War Commander (etc.)
Species: Angel of Ieogo/ human hybrid
Gender: Female
Age: Over 600 yet less than 2000
Height: 7ft 7 in(shrink/small/normal) 13ft 7 in(full)
Weight: Roughly 80 lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye Color: Black(Normal) left eye blue(concentrating harder than usual) left eye green(Dark&Light side battle)
Home Planet: Unknown/ Born in hyperspace
Handedness: Both
Language: Galactic basic
Force abilities/skills: Force sensitive(very), lightning, apparitions, push/pull, fire control, sorcery, magics, choke, etc
Lightsabers: Two (One dark blue and one azure, both somehow with silver edges, a bit curved)
Weapons: Longbow&arrows, sword, dagger, Force whip, lightsabers, knives, rocks, slingshot
Armour: Black and made of unknown material
Clothing: Black robes and a tunic. Regularly accompanied by a camouflage/dark-colored cloak
Pet(s): Nightshade Poison
Ship: Roughly translating into Darke Shadow
Skills: The usual Force skills and summoning the dead/controlling darkness/blending into shadows
Bio: 7th child of a 7th child of a 7th child of a 7th child of a 7th child of a 7th child of a 7th child 7th child.
There's not much interesting about me except that I do scheme constantly, battle at the front even though I'm supposed to be at the back, sorcerer/Necromancer.......and a half time spy. The rest....classified.
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