Bumping this thread since we just need two more members before we can start the rp.
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We have two guys who are interested so I will start the rp tomorrow.. give them alittle bit more time!!
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Name:
Tavish LeNell
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Creature from nightmare:Algol
Algol’s appearance spawns from a world that is so completely ancient and also confusing and complicated that nobody even remembers where it was, or what the name was. His physical features(if you call them that)are those of an enigma like man whom could be considered normal, yet on a second glance apparently is not at all.
His face usually has a hardened expression on it, one that makes his chiseled features all the more interesting to look at. His face has quite a few scars on it; ones that aren’t too deep, but they appear like markings that healed completed, but somehow resurfaced as reminders of what once there and plan on staying. Numerous areas of his face are darker than others, while the skin seems to have other substance on it.
The hair atop Algol Seru’s head is long, longer than that of most other men. It is even longer than it looks, but all of the entwined braids make it seem a bit shorter, for some reason the hair snakes outwards in multiple directions at once even when Algol isn’t moving, and each of the longer braids are capped with golden colored pieces that at this time are not confirmed to be made of any known substance, but they are not gold….also it is noted that Algol does not seem to have eyebrows, but areas above his always dull glowing yellow eyes that are like the darkened areas on his face.
As for bodily descriptiveness, Algol is very defined, having a somewhat typical structure of a very, very muscular man. Well, he is still his own person though. His shoulders are rather broad, having quite a bit of muscular content that bulges nicely, runic markings under each bicep that are toned out of view. As one looks down his arm, the skin lightens, revealing the ‘power’ that flows throughout his being. His left arm has a blue hue around and emanating from it, while the left has a red one. ’power’ crackles around both hands that taper to sharply clawed black nails.
His abdomen isn’t in view, but he has a rather particular from, that includes a ten pack of abdomen muscles, and two pierced nipples. His chest is also covered in montage of tattoos that tell a tale of Algol, though the meaning has long since been lost to history and every whom might have known Algol Seru ages ago. He has thick legs that have just the right amount of muscle for support, but in light of what he actually is, this notion might be meaningless. As with most other parts of Algol’s body, both legs have tattoos on them that start right above the knees, and extend down to where the ankle begins, which also have lost their sense of meaning over the years, and only Algol knows of their meaning.
The clothing that he wears is remnant of his rule over a world that ended up being ultimately destroyed by a sect of beings including himself. The idea of what is clothing symbolizes is a bit questionable however. He wears a golden colored shoulder guard that has what appears to be a bird type animal on it, but the left one is more crystallized, and has protruding feathers.
A sash combined with a body wrap that matches his chest plate is around most of his waist, which is made of a material that seems partially nonphysical, yet made of creature scales and the like, the sash flap lined with a language that if course is unknown(obviously). Under this he wears a tight fitting pair of short undergarment like cloth that as fate would have it, leaves most of his rather muscular ass exposed, and are mores or less perfect globes of rounded muscular flesh.
Algol wears crystal metallic leg guards that have both dinosaur, and lion faces on them that cover his leg from the knee down, combining with his sandal shoes with claws that are extremely sharp. Finally, he wears a blue and red marked cape that wraps behind him, and flows down, though its actual length seems to alternate. There are more runic markings on this article of clothing…….
One must know that Algol is eternal, as are the divined powers he uses........
Activities involved in: ???? Computer Diagnostics, Hacking, Gymnastics.......
Bio: ???? Aeriona, I'll edit this when I have time, but i might reveal it in a journal like entry.
Appearance: To be edited
I'll finish this later hun.........
Name:
Tavish LeNell
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Creature from nightmare:Algol
Algol’s appearance spawns from a world that is so completely ancient and also confusing and complicated that nobody even remembers where it was, or what the name was. His physical features(if you call them that)are those of an enigma like man whom could be considered normal, yet on a second glance apparently is not at all.
His face usually has a hardened expression on it, one that makes his chiseled features all the more interesting to look at. His face has quite a few scars on it; ones that aren’t too deep, but they appear like markings that healed completed, but somehow resurfaced as reminders of what once there and plan on staying. Numerous areas of his face are darker than others, while the skin seems to have other substance on it.
The hair atop Algol Seru’s head is long, longer than that of most other men. It is even longer than it looks, but all of the entwined braids make it seem a bit shorter, for some reason the hair snakes outwards in multiple directions at once even when Algol isn’t moving, and each of the longer braids are capped with golden colored pieces that at this time are not confirmed to be made of any known substance, but they are not gold….also it is noted that Algol does not seem to have eyebrows, but areas above his always dull glowing yellow eyes that are like the darkened areas on his face.
As for bodily descriptiveness, Algol is very defined, having a somewhat typical structure of a very, very muscular man. Well, he is still his own person though. His shoulders are rather broad, having quite a bit of muscular content that bulges nicely, runic markings under each bicep that are toned out of view. As one looks down his arm, the skin lightens, revealing the ‘power’ that flows throughout his being. His left arm has a blue hue around and emanating from it, while the left has a red one. ’power’ crackles around both hands that taper to sharply clawed black nails.
His abdomen isn’t in view, but he has a rather particular from, that includes a ten pack of abdomen muscles, and two pierced nipples. His chest is also covered in montage of tattoos that tell a tale of Algol, though the meaning has long since been lost to history and every whom might have known Algol Seru ages ago. He has thick legs that have just the right amount of muscle for support, but in light of what he actually is, this notion might be meaningless. As with most other parts of Algol’s body, both legs have tattoos on them that start right above the knees, and extend down to where the ankle begins, which also have lost their sense of meaning over the years, and only Algol knows of their meaning.
The clothing that he wears is remnant of his rule over a world that ended up being ultimately destroyed by a sect of beings including himself. The idea of what is clothing symbolizes is a bit questionable however. He wears a golden colored shoulder guard that has what appears to be a bird type animal on it, but the left one is more crystallized, and has protruding feathers.
A sash combined with a body wrap that matches his chest plate is around most of his waist, which is made of a material that seems partially nonphysical, yet made of creature scales and the like, the sash flap lined with a language that if course is unknown(obviously). Under this he wears a tight fitting pair of short undergarment like cloth that as fate would have it, leaves most of his rather muscular ass exposed, and are mores or less perfect globes of rounded muscular flesh.
Algol wears crystal metallic leg guards that have both dinosaur, and lion faces on them that cover his leg from the knee down, combining with his sandal shoes with claws that are extremely sharp. Finally, he wears a blue and red marked cape that wraps behind him, and flows down, though its actual length seems to alternate. There are more runic markings on this article of clothing…….
One must know that Algol is eternal, as are the divined powers he uses........
Activities involved in: ???? Computer Diagnostics, Hacking, Gymnastics.......
Bio: ???? Aeriona, I'll edit this when I have time, but i might reveal it in a journal like entry.
Appearance: To be edited
I'll finish this later hun.........
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Alright, I'm posting this for Cinollex.
She was banned a couple of days ago, and she will be banned until next friday I believe.
Sorry for the spam! D=
But that's it.
She was banned a couple of days ago, and she will be banned until next friday I believe.
Sorry for the spam! D=
But that's it.
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Name: Vergil Goldman
Age: 19
Gender:Male
Creature from nightmare: Angel images, Angel pictures, and Angel photos on Photobucket.
A nightmare that seems way to real, a being at follows and watches everything you do. Your emotions, your family your friends all at stake, when a beast like this comes by killing everything that seems to not fit in its category as "GOOD". A fear that you will one day be devoured by your own nightmare. Only way to survive this pain is to find a way to be as "GOOD" as you can, if that's even possible.
Activities involved in: Captain of the Basketball, football, track team, and trains at the weight room frequently. A typical athlete who loves to play sports no matter what it is.
Bio:
Appearance:
Will edit this later when i can find where my bio and appearance disappeared to :sad:
Age: 19
Gender:Male
Creature from nightmare: Angel images, Angel pictures, and Angel photos on Photobucket.
A nightmare that seems way to real, a being at follows and watches everything you do. Your emotions, your family your friends all at stake, when a beast like this comes by killing everything that seems to not fit in its category as "GOOD". A fear that you will one day be devoured by your own nightmare. Only way to survive this pain is to find a way to be as "GOOD" as you can, if that's even possible.
Activities involved in: Captain of the Basketball, football, track team, and trains at the weight room frequently. A typical athlete who loves to play sports no matter what it is.
Bio:
Appearance:
Will edit this later when i can find where my bio and appearance disappeared to :sad:
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Hey everyone!!! Glad everyone joined and thank you very much!!! Here is the link to the thread!
http://forums.khinsider.com/original-role-plays/111544-foolish-game.html
http://forums.khinsider.com/original-role-plays/111544-foolish-game.html
~Name: Kisara Phoenixe
~Age: 18
~Gender: Female
~Creature from nightmare:
A wolf created from the darkness in Kisara's mind, Yami Luna embodies Kisara's lonliness and fear. A truely beautiful creature, Yami Luna stands about 5' 6" at the shoulder and is about 6' long. Her 120 pound fine-boned body is covered in long, silky black fur; she has a long, plumey tail. She has oval shaped, relativly small paws and long limbs. Yami Luna has a triangular face and muzzle; her pale blue eyes shine with a proud, ruthless and cunning light; her ears are set in such a way that she carries them almost like a crown. Though she may be beautiful, this wolf has a chilly heart of ice. Yami Luna seeks to destroy Kisara from the inside out, because only once Kisara is dead can Yami Luna truely live.
~Activities involved in: Kisara is considered a genius in the creative arts. She loves to play the piano, harp, b-flat clarinet, alto saxaphone and acoustic guitar, and she enjoys singing. She is also enthusiastic about books; she'll read anything that she can get her hands on, and she'll even come up with and write her own stories; she's won four awards for her short stories. She loves to draw and paint; she could spend hours at an easel. But her greatest passion is animals. You go to visit her, and you'd be knocked down by collie and shepherd mix; then, you'd see half a dozen cats watching you from the counter, the top of the fridge, under the table, you name it. She loves to ride her chesnut Arabian mare, or feed her rabbits and guinea pigs. Her biggest dream is to open an adoption center and operate a "half-way house" for homeless animals.
~Bio: Kisara has been pretty much on her own for as long as she could remember. Her parents met while serving in the Air Force; the day she turned thirteen, Kisara had a close friend of her father visit to tell her that that both her father and mother were killed when their plane was shot down. Unable to believe it at first, the girl just gave a blank smile and invited him in; moments later, as the news sank in, the teen burst into tears and collapsed in the captain's arms.
Orphaned and alone, Kisara spent the next couple of weeks in a daze. When they layed her parents' coffins in the ground, Kisara was asked to read a poem she had written. Halfway through the second stanza, something in her snapped, and she collapsed on the ground, crying uncontrollably.
Slowly mending, Kisara spent a lot of time out in the country, on a little ranch that had been a favorite family vacation for her. Comforted by the memories, the teen managed to get herself back on an even keel, but the damage had been done: it was like a wall of ice had been placed around her heart; not even Kisara's closest friends could say that they knew the real Kisara anymore.
Drawing away from everyone, Kisara took the only comfort that she could: she spent more time on her studies and her animals. An A+ student with a 4.0 grade average, Kisara was accepted at The University of Tennessee on a music scholarship. But the sholarship wasn't enough; her inheritence was being held in a trust fund until her 20th birthday; even with pulling two afterschool jobs, she was just barely scraping by.
Afraid that she'd have to turn down the invitation, Kisara was surprised when she recived a letter from a company known as Biotech. Reading through it, she was floored with the offer of a fully payed scholarship and 10,000 dollars in spending money; she'd be able to keep all of her bills payed with that! And all she had to do was attend a meeting. It was the chance of a lifetime! But could she get over her instinctive mistrust of letting her guard down? Is there any chance that she'd be able to let someone get close to her again?
~Appearance:
Kisara's a rather pretty girl, though she would be one of the last to admit it. She has an oval face with bright, aquamarine eyes, dark, thin eyebrows and a slim nose; she has full, light pink lips. She wears her waist-length, blue-black hair in a ponytail most of the time, though her bangs almost always hang in her face. She wears a thin, black ribbon around her throat and gold hoop earings. Having spent her life in the country, Kisara's style is comfy and practical. You can usually find her wearing a dark blue t-shirt with silver stars running down the right side of it and her favorite pair of worn, faded black jeans with a slim silver belt. She usually wears either black cowboy boots or her riding boots. The only exceptions she makes to her easy style is a pair of fingerless, open lace gloves that go midway up he forearm.
~Personality: Kisara has what you would call a, "Lone Wolf" complex. She prefers to be by herself; you can often find her somewhere in a park, enjoying the company of birds and other animals over people. Because of her reluctance to be around other people, the other kids labled her as "closed-off" and "snobby." But the truth is far from what people would believe of her. Kisara craves companionship, but she's afraid of being hurt, so she stays away; in a sense, it's a no win situation. A true romantic, she'll often lose herself in a daydream for hours at a time; it seems like her heart's stuck in the past, stuck in the place where she had known happiness. Rather quiet, you won't hear much from her that often; but her sharp, quick eyes miss just about nothing. With a quick-silver temper, she can lay even the best low; but she also has a soft, passionate side that can be just as surprising, lending even more to the fact that her personality is a multi-faceted gem. If she could just let her wall down, you'd see what sort of friend she could be; but people always seem to give up before they reach the real girl behind the ice.
~Other:
~Inner Dragon: You are a Moon Dragon. A less common species, these dragons are admired for their incredible beauty and wisdom. Like the mystical beast, you are peaceful and good-natured. Animals and people are attracted to your harmonious personality and appreciate your gentle heart. You would never mean anyone harm and always have good intentions. You take a liking to nature and good music, and have an appreciation for art. Your beauty, intelligence and pure heart makes you a well-envied human being, but instead of flaunting all of these things, you prefer to hide behind your fantastic personality which makes you truly respectable.
~Spirit Guide: The Falcon and the Hawk are your guides. This means it can be either of them. They love freedom, and are strong willed. They aren't overly watchful, but when they have to be they are protective, and they're there when you need them. Elements: Air and Spirit Colours: White, light blue, and silver Best Fit: Falcon or Hawk Worst Fit: Owl
~Aura: You have the most mysterious of all: Siver. You might look open from the outside, but nobody knows any of your secrets. You are a good friend, because you are very loyal. You daydream a lot, but try not to make people notice it. Personally, I really like you!
Elements: Air and Water
Sec. Elements: Darkness and Mystery
Animals: Black panther and Eagle
~Inner Eye Color: Mystery... Uniqueness... Your inner eyecolour is purple. Not many people have purple eyes, but purple inner eyecolours are quite often found. Many people like being unique, and they try doing so each in their own way. So, lucky you.. You are unique!
~You are Hidden Sadness. You pretend everything is fine by giving people a false "you" to look at, but inside you're really hurting. You're trying to deal with the pain all on your own, but you might be taking on more than you can handle. You're suffering, certain areas of your life are suffering; even the ones close to you are suffering, because you don't trust them to know how to help. Tell someone how you truly feel and they WILL understand. There's no need to hide anymore.
~Theme Song: Just a Dream by Carrie Underwood ((It's the way she's been ever since her parents died))
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Hope this is good enough. My fate's in your hands now, Aeriona.
~Age: 18
~Gender: Female
~Creature from nightmare:
A wolf created from the darkness in Kisara's mind, Yami Luna embodies Kisara's lonliness and fear. A truely beautiful creature, Yami Luna stands about 5' 6" at the shoulder and is about 6' long. Her 120 pound fine-boned body is covered in long, silky black fur; she has a long, plumey tail. She has oval shaped, relativly small paws and long limbs. Yami Luna has a triangular face and muzzle; her pale blue eyes shine with a proud, ruthless and cunning light; her ears are set in such a way that she carries them almost like a crown. Though she may be beautiful, this wolf has a chilly heart of ice. Yami Luna seeks to destroy Kisara from the inside out, because only once Kisara is dead can Yami Luna truely live.~Activities involved in: Kisara is considered a genius in the creative arts. She loves to play the piano, harp, b-flat clarinet, alto saxaphone and acoustic guitar, and she enjoys singing. She is also enthusiastic about books; she'll read anything that she can get her hands on, and she'll even come up with and write her own stories; she's won four awards for her short stories. She loves to draw and paint; she could spend hours at an easel. But her greatest passion is animals. You go to visit her, and you'd be knocked down by collie and shepherd mix; then, you'd see half a dozen cats watching you from the counter, the top of the fridge, under the table, you name it. She loves to ride her chesnut Arabian mare, or feed her rabbits and guinea pigs. Her biggest dream is to open an adoption center and operate a "half-way house" for homeless animals.
~Bio: Kisara has been pretty much on her own for as long as she could remember. Her parents met while serving in the Air Force; the day she turned thirteen, Kisara had a close friend of her father visit to tell her that that both her father and mother were killed when their plane was shot down. Unable to believe it at first, the girl just gave a blank smile and invited him in; moments later, as the news sank in, the teen burst into tears and collapsed in the captain's arms.
Orphaned and alone, Kisara spent the next couple of weeks in a daze. When they layed her parents' coffins in the ground, Kisara was asked to read a poem she had written. Halfway through the second stanza, something in her snapped, and she collapsed on the ground, crying uncontrollably.
Slowly mending, Kisara spent a lot of time out in the country, on a little ranch that had been a favorite family vacation for her. Comforted by the memories, the teen managed to get herself back on an even keel, but the damage had been done: it was like a wall of ice had been placed around her heart; not even Kisara's closest friends could say that they knew the real Kisara anymore.
Drawing away from everyone, Kisara took the only comfort that she could: she spent more time on her studies and her animals. An A+ student with a 4.0 grade average, Kisara was accepted at The University of Tennessee on a music scholarship. But the sholarship wasn't enough; her inheritence was being held in a trust fund until her 20th birthday; even with pulling two afterschool jobs, she was just barely scraping by.
Afraid that she'd have to turn down the invitation, Kisara was surprised when she recived a letter from a company known as Biotech. Reading through it, she was floored with the offer of a fully payed scholarship and 10,000 dollars in spending money; she'd be able to keep all of her bills payed with that! And all she had to do was attend a meeting. It was the chance of a lifetime! But could she get over her instinctive mistrust of letting her guard down? Is there any chance that she'd be able to let someone get close to her again?
~Appearance:
Kisara's a rather pretty girl, though she would be one of the last to admit it. She has an oval face with bright, aquamarine eyes, dark, thin eyebrows and a slim nose; she has full, light pink lips. She wears her waist-length, blue-black hair in a ponytail most of the time, though her bangs almost always hang in her face. She wears a thin, black ribbon around her throat and gold hoop earings. Having spent her life in the country, Kisara's style is comfy and practical. You can usually find her wearing a dark blue t-shirt with silver stars running down the right side of it and her favorite pair of worn, faded black jeans with a slim silver belt. She usually wears either black cowboy boots or her riding boots. The only exceptions she makes to her easy style is a pair of fingerless, open lace gloves that go midway up he forearm.~Personality: Kisara has what you would call a, "Lone Wolf" complex. She prefers to be by herself; you can often find her somewhere in a park, enjoying the company of birds and other animals over people. Because of her reluctance to be around other people, the other kids labled her as "closed-off" and "snobby." But the truth is far from what people would believe of her. Kisara craves companionship, but she's afraid of being hurt, so she stays away; in a sense, it's a no win situation. A true romantic, she'll often lose herself in a daydream for hours at a time; it seems like her heart's stuck in the past, stuck in the place where she had known happiness. Rather quiet, you won't hear much from her that often; but her sharp, quick eyes miss just about nothing. With a quick-silver temper, she can lay even the best low; but she also has a soft, passionate side that can be just as surprising, lending even more to the fact that her personality is a multi-faceted gem. If she could just let her wall down, you'd see what sort of friend she could be; but people always seem to give up before they reach the real girl behind the ice.
~Other:
~Inner Dragon: You are a Moon Dragon. A less common species, these dragons are admired for their incredible beauty and wisdom. Like the mystical beast, you are peaceful and good-natured. Animals and people are attracted to your harmonious personality and appreciate your gentle heart. You would never mean anyone harm and always have good intentions. You take a liking to nature and good music, and have an appreciation for art. Your beauty, intelligence and pure heart makes you a well-envied human being, but instead of flaunting all of these things, you prefer to hide behind your fantastic personality which makes you truly respectable.
~Spirit Guide: The Falcon and the Hawk are your guides. This means it can be either of them. They love freedom, and are strong willed. They aren't overly watchful, but when they have to be they are protective, and they're there when you need them. Elements: Air and Spirit Colours: White, light blue, and silver Best Fit: Falcon or Hawk Worst Fit: Owl
~Aura: You have the most mysterious of all: Siver. You might look open from the outside, but nobody knows any of your secrets. You are a good friend, because you are very loyal. You daydream a lot, but try not to make people notice it. Personally, I really like you!
Elements: Air and Water
Sec. Elements: Darkness and Mystery
Animals: Black panther and Eagle
~Inner Eye Color: Mystery... Uniqueness... Your inner eyecolour is purple. Not many people have purple eyes, but purple inner eyecolours are quite often found. Many people like being unique, and they try doing so each in their own way. So, lucky you.. You are unique!
~You are Hidden Sadness. You pretend everything is fine by giving people a false "you" to look at, but inside you're really hurting. You're trying to deal with the pain all on your own, but you might be taking on more than you can handle. You're suffering, certain areas of your life are suffering; even the ones close to you are suffering, because you don't trust them to know how to help. Tell someone how you truly feel and they WILL understand. There's no need to hide anymore.
~Theme Song: Just a Dream by Carrie Underwood ((It's the way she's been ever since her parents died))
~----------------~
Hope this is good enough. My fate's in your hands now, Aeriona.
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LOOKS REALLY GOOD ETERNAL!!!!
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Any spot needed since Crash dropped? If not then i'll play the main villain. Also will pm you about something.
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Dude you never learn. You aren't active enough to be a "main villain' no matter what happens, you never post, always leave, and even when you are on, you don't post. These are just the facts of what you do Cort.
Nobody has time to wait around fro your as to post all the time, not to mention the complex of wanting to be in hella control of the rps you join........
Nobody has time to wait around fro your as to post all the time, not to mention the complex of wanting to be in hella control of the rps you join........
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You know it's funny because I haven't done that to Aeriona once. Don't know why, but i'm always committed to her. When her rps are dying or going slow as that deal, who tries to keep it alive and going? Mostly me, AoD, and GoD. Get off my ass. Thank you.
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Really Cort, because last time I checked I was one of the only people in her rp that was trying to keep alive.........
Another person whom was doing so had gotten banned, and GoD doesn't count because half the time he makes the rps with her.
Also I have seen a lot of her rps die with you in them, and you were NOT trying to help.
Are you saying that you are now a changed man?? Maybe this time you are for real.
Another person whom was doing so had gotten banned, and GoD doesn't count because half the time he makes the rps with her.
Also I have seen a lot of her rps die with you in them, and you were NOT trying to help.
Are you saying that you are now a changed man?? Maybe this time you are for real.
Is there any way that I can join this one? It's rare to find a rp on here that is this thought out, which happen to be my favorite kinds.
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Join dude. I'm sure Aeriona would be glad to have you. her rps thrive on rps whom enjoi her hard work.
Boys, Boys Boys!!!! Settle down... I like you both as rps and all of try to keep my rps going! RC, I would love for you to join but not a the main villian that role is already taken. GoD and I have things already planned! Umazak, you can definately join!!! I am glad to see you like my rp! Shattered thank you for the compliment! So can we all settle down now?
Would it be okay if I joined too? I will wait to see what you've got to say, Aeriona.
Skitty of course you can join!
~Name: Senka Moon
~Age: 18
~Gender: Female
~Creature from nightmare:
Ebony wings that stretches to three feet, needle sharp claws, sharp beak and black eyes, the strange thing about this bird is that she can take the form of a human. In human form her ebony hair falls to her middle back. Raven preys on Senka's deepest wishes, desires and fears. Her pale skin, dark eyes and long, dark, sooty lashes seem to always be a constant reminder to the girl's past. Raven's black dress falls to her ankles and she wears no shoes, her hair is rarely pulled back into a ponytail. Her high cheekbones and thin nose isn't much of a surprise, thin she stands at 5' 10" and weighs 145-150, her slim build allowing this.
~Activities involved in: She enjoys any form of music as long as you don't abuse it, writing, reading and painting. She loves playing piano, guitar and the harp; she helps out at any animal shelter that she can and longs to put an end to animal cruelty. Gymnastics, swimming and walks in the park, Senka tries her hardest when it comes to saving the planet and the wildlife on it.
~Bio: An only child to a baker and a not so well known singer, Senka didn't seem too happy with her life. Even when she was little she was distant from other humans, preferring animals and her music over them. Senka got the best of schools, having been in a private one since the fifth grade; she was upset with the fact that she had to leave her only friend behind to attend the different schools.
Crying her eyes out, she remained locked up in her room for the evening, refusing to come down for anything. It wasn't at all helped when she learned of the car accident that stole her grandparents away. The twelve-year-old knew that it wasn't anyone's fault, she couldn't blame anyone for something that couldn't be controlled. She remained with a depressed look in her eyes for a couple of days, recovering in time for school Senka was truly looking forward to it; hoping to use it to escape from the sorrow she felt.
At the age of fourteen she received a letter from Fordham University, requesting that she attends it for the rest of her knowledge, not have much choice in the matter since her mother said yes, Senka transferred to a different school again. Her emotions locked away, she retreated to her dorm, outside or the library when she needed space. It was four months into the semester that a letter was delivered for her.
Reading it to herself, she knew that it should have cut through her, she knew that for a fact, but she merely stood there staring at the piece of paper blankly. Sure something told her she should be hurt, yet another part of her knew it was hopeless to feel it since no one would care. Senka went about the day thinking constantly about the letter, hoping that if she dwelled on it that she would shed a tear or two.
When the day came to a close, the middle-class child tried to think about what to do with her life. Waking up the next day with the only one thought on her mind: School. She could tell that word had gotten out about the note, it didn't bother her though regardless of them. She knew that the fact she wasn't upset was bad, matter of fact she felt horrible for the fact it didn't even cut through her. Senka continued with her daily routine for the next few months.
Shortly before her eighteenth birthday she received a letter requesting that she attends a meeting; if she choose to accept it she would get a fully paid scholarship and ten thousand dollars in spending money; so she did the only thing she could: She said yes.
~Appearance: Short, layered, shoulder length brown hair, Senka has slightly tanned skin and a muscular build, her rose colored lips and normal-sized nose seems to match her fragile complexion. Deep, clear violet eyes sparkle with a mysterious flame. An oval face, sooty full lashes and matching eyebrows. She wears a purple tank-top with a yin-yang symbol on the front of it; her arms are bear expect for a lavender hued watch. Her black jeans rest on her hips, revealing a little of her stomach but not much. She wears an ebony belt for the fun of it. Senka wears white socks and for her shoes it's a pair of blue sneakers that the top hides underneath the bottom of her pants. She stands at 5'11 and weighs 155; her build permitting this and it's all muscle.
~Personality: Cold, bitter and uncaring, Senka doesn't seem to care about others feelings. Don’t get me wrong, she’s not snobby and thinks she’s better than everyone she’s just scared. Standoffish, shy and reserved, she seems to have a short temper on her, yet she seems to feel horrible about something as well. Hidden from the world is a deeply hurt girl that is longing to be loved but won’t allow her self to do so. Senka forces this cold act to cover up her lack-of-confidence and her second-guessing nature. She always seems to have a negative air about her, but sometimes it switches to a positive one.
~Other:
~Inner Dragon: You are a Black Dragon, or the Shadowed Creature. Many call you Kwelde Ziel, or "Tormented Soul" (Dutch). You are a cold shell, hardened by the past, present, and future. For a long time, the Light that you had once possessed slipped out of your grasp, and you walk a lonely road, filled with regret and pain. The only time when others are near you are the ones that try to help you. You lost your touch to speak to others, and do actions that you never think about. You try to do the right things, but you feel like everything still goes wrong.
You are silent and have the expression always on your face that tells everyone that you are saddened. Many try to bring your hopes up, and maybe one day you will be given the Light that you had lost a long time ago.
~Spirit Guide: Wolf ~ Wolves are also regarded as path finders and teachers. Wolf is represented by the constellation Sirius, the Dog. In the Zuni tradition the Wolf symbolizes the direction East. Wolf's Wisdom Includes:
Facing the end of one's cycle with dignity and courage
Death and rebirth
Spirit teaching
Guidance in dreams and meditations
Instinct linked with intelligence
Social and familial values
Outwitting enemies
Loyalty
Steadfastness
perseverance
Taking advantage of change
~Aura: Despite it being thought of as a bad color black in auras represents the presence of all colors meaning you are pure of thought and mind you always make decisions based on what you think rather than what others think and will stand up for what you believe in. You will do anything in your power to prevent causing pain to another. For it is not within you to cause pain physical or otherwise.
~Inner Eye Color: You're inner eye color is blue. You are hopeful and can be very moody. You may be hiding a dark secret from the world around you. You are true to yourself and others. You probably have a good group of tight friends that you share many laughs with.
~Hopeless Sadness: You have been through so much, have seen so many awful things, have felt so much sadness, that you've simply given up. Given up on everything, even pain. You feel nothing, you want nothing. You are merely a shell. What you need now is someone to show you that you mean something. You need something to care about, and something or someone that will care about you. You cannot go on this way, by any means. Let go of the past, and turn fresh eyes to the future. There IS hope. There's no reason to feel this way anymore.
~Theme Song: I Feel Bad by Rascal Flatts
~Age: 18
~Gender: Female
~Creature from nightmare:
Ebony wings that stretches to three feet, needle sharp claws, sharp beak and black eyes, the strange thing about this bird is that she can take the form of a human. In human form her ebony hair falls to her middle back. Raven preys on Senka's deepest wishes, desires and fears. Her pale skin, dark eyes and long, dark, sooty lashes seem to always be a constant reminder to the girl's past. Raven's black dress falls to her ankles and she wears no shoes, her hair is rarely pulled back into a ponytail. Her high cheekbones and thin nose isn't much of a surprise, thin she stands at 5' 10" and weighs 145-150, her slim build allowing this.
~Activities involved in: She enjoys any form of music as long as you don't abuse it, writing, reading and painting. She loves playing piano, guitar and the harp; she helps out at any animal shelter that she can and longs to put an end to animal cruelty. Gymnastics, swimming and walks in the park, Senka tries her hardest when it comes to saving the planet and the wildlife on it.
~Bio: An only child to a baker and a not so well known singer, Senka didn't seem too happy with her life. Even when she was little she was distant from other humans, preferring animals and her music over them. Senka got the best of schools, having been in a private one since the fifth grade; she was upset with the fact that she had to leave her only friend behind to attend the different schools.
Crying her eyes out, she remained locked up in her room for the evening, refusing to come down for anything. It wasn't at all helped when she learned of the car accident that stole her grandparents away. The twelve-year-old knew that it wasn't anyone's fault, she couldn't blame anyone for something that couldn't be controlled. She remained with a depressed look in her eyes for a couple of days, recovering in time for school Senka was truly looking forward to it; hoping to use it to escape from the sorrow she felt.
At the age of fourteen she received a letter from Fordham University, requesting that she attends it for the rest of her knowledge, not have much choice in the matter since her mother said yes, Senka transferred to a different school again. Her emotions locked away, she retreated to her dorm, outside or the library when she needed space. It was four months into the semester that a letter was delivered for her.
Reading it to herself, she knew that it should have cut through her, she knew that for a fact, but she merely stood there staring at the piece of paper blankly. Sure something told her she should be hurt, yet another part of her knew it was hopeless to feel it since no one would care. Senka went about the day thinking constantly about the letter, hoping that if she dwelled on it that she would shed a tear or two.
When the day came to a close, the middle-class child tried to think about what to do with her life. Waking up the next day with the only one thought on her mind: School. She could tell that word had gotten out about the note, it didn't bother her though regardless of them. She knew that the fact she wasn't upset was bad, matter of fact she felt horrible for the fact it didn't even cut through her. Senka continued with her daily routine for the next few months.
Shortly before her eighteenth birthday she received a letter requesting that she attends a meeting; if she choose to accept it she would get a fully paid scholarship and ten thousand dollars in spending money; so she did the only thing she could: She said yes.
~Appearance: Short, layered, shoulder length brown hair, Senka has slightly tanned skin and a muscular build, her rose colored lips and normal-sized nose seems to match her fragile complexion. Deep, clear violet eyes sparkle with a mysterious flame. An oval face, sooty full lashes and matching eyebrows. She wears a purple tank-top with a yin-yang symbol on the front of it; her arms are bear expect for a lavender hued watch. Her black jeans rest on her hips, revealing a little of her stomach but not much. She wears an ebony belt for the fun of it. Senka wears white socks and for her shoes it's a pair of blue sneakers that the top hides underneath the bottom of her pants. She stands at 5'11 and weighs 155; her build permitting this and it's all muscle.
~Personality: Cold, bitter and uncaring, Senka doesn't seem to care about others feelings. Don’t get me wrong, she’s not snobby and thinks she’s better than everyone she’s just scared. Standoffish, shy and reserved, she seems to have a short temper on her, yet she seems to feel horrible about something as well. Hidden from the world is a deeply hurt girl that is longing to be loved but won’t allow her self to do so. Senka forces this cold act to cover up her lack-of-confidence and her second-guessing nature. She always seems to have a negative air about her, but sometimes it switches to a positive one.
~Other:
~Inner Dragon: You are a Black Dragon, or the Shadowed Creature. Many call you Kwelde Ziel, or "Tormented Soul" (Dutch). You are a cold shell, hardened by the past, present, and future. For a long time, the Light that you had once possessed slipped out of your grasp, and you walk a lonely road, filled with regret and pain. The only time when others are near you are the ones that try to help you. You lost your touch to speak to others, and do actions that you never think about. You try to do the right things, but you feel like everything still goes wrong.
You are silent and have the expression always on your face that tells everyone that you are saddened. Many try to bring your hopes up, and maybe one day you will be given the Light that you had lost a long time ago.
~Spirit Guide: Wolf ~ Wolves are also regarded as path finders and teachers. Wolf is represented by the constellation Sirius, the Dog. In the Zuni tradition the Wolf symbolizes the direction East. Wolf's Wisdom Includes:
Facing the end of one's cycle with dignity and courage
Death and rebirth
Spirit teaching
Guidance in dreams and meditations
Instinct linked with intelligence
Social and familial values
Outwitting enemies
Loyalty
Steadfastness
perseverance
Taking advantage of change
~Aura: Despite it being thought of as a bad color black in auras represents the presence of all colors meaning you are pure of thought and mind you always make decisions based on what you think rather than what others think and will stand up for what you believe in. You will do anything in your power to prevent causing pain to another. For it is not within you to cause pain physical or otherwise.
~Inner Eye Color: You're inner eye color is blue. You are hopeful and can be very moody. You may be hiding a dark secret from the world around you. You are true to yourself and others. You probably have a good group of tight friends that you share many laughs with.
~Hopeless Sadness: You have been through so much, have seen so many awful things, have felt so much sadness, that you've simply given up. Given up on everything, even pain. You feel nothing, you want nothing. You are merely a shell. What you need now is someone to show you that you mean something. You need something to care about, and something or someone that will care about you. You cannot go on this way, by any means. Let go of the past, and turn fresh eyes to the future. There IS hope. There's no reason to feel this way anymore.
~Theme Song: I Feel Bad by Rascal Flatts
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Name: Chihiro "Hiro" Robertson
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Creature from nightmare:
A Harbinger of death that preys on the souls yet to be claimed. He is the embodiment of what Chihiro fears the most of his future, becoming that which he has grown to hate. This monster has the ability to control the growth of the bones that make his armor and change his appearance in the process. When not in his human form with plate-like armor, he changes into a form that radiates with a lust for blood that can be seen through his glowing red eyes. The rest of his body is covered with the black bone and contours to his body perfectly. The only part of this armor that is not black is a single triangular V at the base of his neck on what would normally be a sternum. It is then that he trully embodies what Hiro hates the most. The creature has but one goal in mind that that is to take out the one with the same inner thoughts for only then does he believe he can become truly real.
Activities involved in: Hiro is not fully involved in any activities for the school for the sole fact that he has been banned from all of the ones that pretain to his strengths, martial arts and fighting, for the simple fact that he has permanently injured several other students. He is highly skilled in the arts of Muy Thai and also Jeet Kune Do for times when he does not wish to use a weapon but has exstensive Kendo training for times when he wishes to use a sword.
Bio: Hiro was born of an American father who moved to Japan under the pretex that his home country was no longer run by citizens and a Japanese mother who just wanted something exotic to escape tradition. Because of the chance meeting between these two, Hiro was shortly born. When he was born his mother had just gotten out of High School and was about to start working on art while his father had started his own company. This company quickly attracted unwanted attention from thugs and business-like gangs, the Yakuza. Naturally his father ignored all offers and threats from the men but their patience was limited.
It was when Hiro was five years old that the gangs made their first move to get what they wanted. He had been going home one day after school when he came across a man in a black suit. The man claimed that he worked for the boy's father, which he believed, and that he was told to take the boy home. Hiro, not knowing what was in store for him, got into the car but was instantly bound by a large man and gagged. He tried to fight back but that was useless and was only rewarded for his fighting with a large fist in the side of his face.
When he finally woke up, he noticed that a single red light was shining close to him but he didn't know what was going on. He then started to hear the men yelling in the distance and could only make out the words "son" and "money". He then heard even more screaming and even a loud bang that that hurt the boy's ears. He naturally tried to cover them but found that his arms were tied. At that point he did what the only thing he could do, he cried out for his mother. At that point he thought that if he cried for her enough, then she would show up and rescue her. It was at this point that he heard even more screaming and even more bangs. At first he was scared and didn't know what to do and finally passed out from fear only when he saw a man dressed all in black armor with a helmet and face shield.
A few years later when he was seventeen, his life was met with yet another bit of turbulence. He was once again walking out of school to the car that he father always sent for him and got in without noticing that the usual driver wasn't there. The new driver just pushed a single button on the dash and watched as the back of the car was filled with a yellow gas that knocked Hiro out. When he woke up again, Hiro noticed that he was sitting in a dark room across from he parents. He naturally tried to stand up but found that he was tightly restrained. He growled at the thought of all of his martial-arts traing being for nothing and fought even harder to break free until a man walked in.
"You should have paid us when you had the chance. Now it's time that we take what is ours."
The man just looked at Hiro's father and punched him once square in the nose. That was the start of of three days of torture and other things best not mentioned followed by the murder of his parents. The only thing that saved Hiro himself from dieing is the fact that the company had send out the police and they once again saved Hiro from an untimely death. It was then that the horor of what happened finally hit him and he lost all motor skills. He soon after passed out again and wake up a few days later.
When he woke up he was met with the news that the man who was to run the company until he turned of age had run off with every bit of the money and fled to another country. At that point Hiro was one of the lower class except for his life savings hidden in his own account in another bank than what his father used. He then quickly thinks about what it is that he could do for his future when he remembered a letter that he recieved telling him about a college. He knew that he had enough money to get to the states but that was it. He would have to do everything else on his own. He instantly set his mind to leaving for the school once he graduated from his school and try and start a new and fresh life.
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Name: Chihiro "Hiro" Robertson
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Creature from nightmare:
A Harbinger of death that preys on the souls yet to be claimed. He is the embodiment of what Chihiro fears the most of his future, becoming that which he has grown to hate. This monster has the ability to control the growth of the bones that make his armor and change his appearance in the process. When not in his human form with plate-like armor, he changes into a form that radiates with a lust for blood that can be seen through his glowing red eyes. The rest of his body is covered with the black bone and contours to his body perfectly. The only part of this armor that is not black is a single triangular V at the base of his neck on what would normally be a sternum. It is then that he trully embodies what Hiro hates the most. The creature has but one goal in mind that that is to take out the one with the same inner thoughts for only then does he believe he can become truly real.
Activities involved in: Hiro is not fully involved in any activities for the school for the sole fact that he has been banned from all of the ones that pretain to his strengths, martial arts and fighting, for the simple fact that he has permanently injured several other students. He is highly skilled in the arts of Muy Thai and also Jeet Kune Do for times when he does not wish to use a weapon but has exstensive Kendo training for times when he wishes to use a sword.
Bio: Hiro was born of an American father who moved to Japan under the pretex that his home country was no longer run by citizens and a Japanese mother who just wanted something exotic to escape tradition. Because of the chance meeting between these two, Hiro was shortly born. When he was born his mother had just gotten out of High School and was about to start working on art while his father had started his own company. This company quickly attracted unwanted attention from thugs and business-like gangs, the Yakuza. Naturally his father ignored all offers and threats from the men but their patience was limited.
It was when Hiro was five years old that the gangs made their first move to get what they wanted. He had been going home one day after school when he came across a man in a black suit. The man claimed that he worked for the boy's father, which he believed, and that he was told to take the boy home. Hiro, not knowing what was in store for him, got into the car but was instantly bound by a large man and gagged. He tried to fight back but that was useless and was only rewarded for his fighting with a large fist in the side of his face.
When he finally woke up, he noticed that a single red light was shining close to him but he didn't know what was going on. He then started to hear the men yelling in the distance and could only make out the words "son" and "money". He then heard even more screaming and even a loud bang that that hurt the boy's ears. He naturally tried to cover them but found that his arms were tied. At that point he did what the only thing he could do, he cried out for his mother. At that point he thought that if he cried for her enough, then she would show up and rescue her. It was at this point that he heard even more screaming and even more bangs. At first he was scared and didn't know what to do and finally passed out from fear only when he saw a man dressed all in black armor with a helmet and face shield.
A few years later when he was seventeen, his life was met with yet another bit of turbulence. He was once again walking out of school to the car that he father always sent for him and got in without noticing that the usual driver wasn't there. The new driver just pushed a single button on the dash and watched as the back of the car was filled with a yellow gas that knocked Hiro out. When he woke up again, Hiro noticed that he was sitting in a dark room across from he parents. He naturally tried to stand up but found that he was tightly restrained. He growled at the thought of all of his martial-arts traing being for nothing and fought even harder to break free until a man walked in.
"You should have paid us when you had the chance. Now it's time that we take what is ours."
The man just looked at Hiro's father and punched him once square in the nose. That was the start of of three days of torture and other things best not mentioned followed by the murder of his parents. The only thing that saved Hiro himself from dieing is the fact that the company had send out the police and they once again saved Hiro from an untimely death. It was then that the horor of what happened finally hit him and he lost all motor skills. He soon after passed out again and wake up a few days later.
When he woke up he was met with the news that the man who was to run the company until he turned of age had run off with every bit of the money and fled to another country. At that point Hiro was one of the lower class except for his life savings hidden in his own account in another bank than what his father used. He then quickly thinks about what it is that he could do for his future when he remembered a letter that he recieved telling him about a college. He knew that he had enough money to get to the states but that was it. He would have to do everything else on his own. He instantly set his mind to leaving for the school once he graduated from his school and try and start a new and fresh life.
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