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Akrobat Thin
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The Akrobat Font is a modern Sans-serif font with condensed proportions.
The typeface comes in 8 weights with a geometric aestetics and slight neo-grotesque characteristic.
Akrobat Font’s narrow proportions makes it perfect for headlines, logos, typographic compositions and short paragraphs of text. The Acrobat Font Family contains more than 500 glyphs with a wide range of languages – extended Latin and Cyrillic character support as well as Bulgarian localization features.
- 8 Akrobat Font Styles FREE: Akrobat Thin ; Akrobat SemiBold ; Akrobat Regular ; Akrobat Light ; Akrobat ExtraLight ; Akrobat ExtraBold ; Akrobat Bold ; Akrobat Black .
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OpenType Features
Stylistic Alternates Localised Forms Tabular Figures Case Sensitive Forms
Sentences
Localizations
Bulgarian
Russian
Turkish
Romanian / Moldavian
Pangrams
The quick brown fox jumps over a lazy dog.
Jackdaws love my big sphinx of quartz.
Quizzical twins proved my hijack-bug fix.
When zombies arrive, quickly fax judge Pat.
A wizard’s job is to vex chumps quickly in fog.
Cozy sphinx waves quart jug of bad milk.
Fix problem quickly with galvanized jets.
Pack my red box with five dozen quality jugs.
Fake bugs put in wax jonquils drive him crazy.
Twelve ziggurats quickly jumped a finch box.
Jacky can now give six big tips from the old quiz.
Lovak won the squad prize cup for sixty big jumps.
The quick brown fox jumps over a lazy dog.
Paragraphs
Localizations
Bulgarian
Russian
Turkish
Romanian / Moldavian
Suggestions
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way.
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss;
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad.