This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The left side has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
OOC:I'm giving up this account; I don't have the time to RP, nor do I feel that I'm very good at it anymore, and Stachenscarfen is a harder character to be than you'd think xD;; So, I've set this account up for anyone else to take over at any time. I can note you the new password and everything. I've enjoyed the time I've been here, and I hope everyone else has fun.
For the Professor Layton RP _________________________________________ About Stachenscarfen Ah, yes. The mysterious Mr. Stachenscarfen. In a town full of mysteries, few stand out as class-A enigmas the way this mustached man does. Where did he come from? And where is he going? That, no one can say.
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"I hear it\'s amazing when the purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hara-Kiri rock. I need scissors. 61!" - Roy Campbell, A.K.A. The Colonel
Kehehe.
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"I hear it\'s amazing when the purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hara-Kiri rock. I need scissors. 61!"
- Roy Campbell, A.K.A. The Colonel
With the hat!
Want to make a quick fifty picarats?
No.
I need you to hold this and stand over there.
*hands a black box*
If Layton comes by, point that at him.
*hides behind a trashcan, giggling*
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