Revelation

[size=1]W00t w00t for bringing back Naruto roleplay. I'm, as always, excited for your RPs, Jamie. Like Sakura, if you need me to play a Genin, I can. I just thought I'd play my old character [Uzumaki Naruto] again. =P [color=#4B5B5B][indent][B]Name-[/B] Uzumaki Naruto. [B]Age-[/B] 19. [B]Gender-[/B] Male. [B]Rank-[/B] Jounin. [B]Appearance-[/B] [[URL=http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/033/8/7/Naruto_Jounin_by_h_ozuno.jpg]Jounin Naruto][/URL]- © [URL=h-ozuno.deviantart.com][B]h-ozuno[/B][/URL]. [[URL=http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/210/b/6/Konoha_s_Golden_Team_by_arriku.jpg]Group Picture][/URL]- © [URL=arriku.deviantart.com][B]arriku[/B][/URL]. [[URL=http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs8/f/2006/350/a/f/Naruto_by_Eldanis.jpg]1[/URL]]- © [URL=eldanis.deviantart.com][B]Eldanis[/B][/URL]. - Over the past few years Naruto?s attire hasn?t except that he now wears a Jounin uniform; however he prefers to still wear his orange and black jacket (even though the Hokage constantly reminded him that he has to wear the Jounin uniform.) It also seems that with each passing day he resembles [B]Yondaime Hokage[/B] [Fourth Hokage] more and more. [B]Personality-[/B] Over the past few years, Uzumaki Naruto is still known as Konoha?s ?jester.? Though this may be true, it is only because he is determined. His antics, pranks, and playful nature are due to the determinations of his desire to be noticed by the people of his village; his stubborn nature, jealousy, and need to prove his masculinity are because of his want to be better, on par, with Sasuke; nearly everything he does comes from his determination. If not for his determination, what would drive him towards his goal of becoming hokage? Aside from his determined personality, Naruto has kept few close relationships with his former teammates and current fellow Jounin, Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura, and several others. From these friendships, Naruto?s learned loyalty, teamwork, and trust. And though he may not be the most intelligent ninja, his other traits make up for what he lacks in smartness. [B]Equipment-[/B] Naruto carries around three pouches located on different parts of his body. His bomb/kunai holster is located on the right side of his waist and holds exploding notes, kunais, and other various tools. The scroll pouch is located on his left upper leg and holds scrolls, maps, and such. The last of his holsters is a shuriken holster located on his right upper arm. [B]Main Weapon/Technique-[/B] During his Genin years, Naruto made it a habit of transforming his [B]Henge no Jutsu[/B] into that of a nude woman version of himself which he calls [B]Sexy no Jutsu[/B]. After being able to master that, he?s incorporated his Sexy no Jutsu with [B]Kage Bunshin no Jutsu[/B] to create dozens of Sexy no Jutu. He has named this technique [B]Harem no Jutsu[/B]. Along with that, Naruto is also talented in ninjutsu and [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jutsu_%28Naruto%29#Taijutsu][B]taijutsu[/B][/URL], and is known to dabble in other Jutsus as well. But, by far, his greatest accomplishment in techniques is [B]Sennen Goroshi[/B], a technique taught to him by Kakashi Sensei. When it comes to weapons, though, Naruto is an expert with the wakizashi he carries around. It is serrated at the tip with the symbol of Konoha engraved near the tsuba and the symbol of Kyuubi engraved at the bottom of the hilt. - [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naruto_Uzumaki][B]Here[/B][/URL] is a list of signature jutsu and kekkei genkai that Uzumaki Naruto has acquired. [B]Biography/Writing Sample-[/B] [IN HIATUS] [B]Extra Notes-[/B] Naruto?s dream is still to become Hokage so that people may acknowledge him for who he is not what he carries within him. He has also gained complete trust from Gamabunta and has also managed to gain some control over Kyuubi.[/indent][/size][/color]

[QUOTE=Cyriel][size=1][color=darkred]Any chance that we can speed things up to the end of the day? Of course, if everyone else wishes to continue like this, I have no problem - I just want to make sure that people won't drop out of boredom or something.[/color][/size][/QUOTE] [size=1][color=#4B5B5B]I also second that motion. It does seem to just drag on if you write about an entire day. I think it'd be better if we just wrote that they went to class, they left class, and if something important happened in that class, it'd be shown. Or something like that.[/size][/color]

[quote name='Darren']And that brings me to my next question for Rev: I know that Juliet is "bad," but it's like I said earlier, she seems to have a heart.[/quote] [size=1][color=#4B5B5B]First off, you're not entirely off mark, [B]Darren[/B]. It does seem like [B]Juliet[/B] has a heart but she doesn't. She's sort of a manipulative, con-woman which is [i]why[/i] it appears she has a heart. [quote name='Darren']She doesn't like to be touched, hinting on something bad about her past.[/quote] The fact that she doesn't like to be touched is, indeed, connected to her past. It's also a personal issue she's had since she was a child. [quote name='Darren']and then there's the fact that she's so powerful and she seems to be friends (or at least have connections) with one of the cops. (Which leads me to believe that she had done time and befriended the cop while she was getting her act together. Maybe her dislike of being touched has something to do with it, I don't know. I'm sure I'll find out)[/quote] Well, she did serve time for a while but she never befriended the cop. The officer is just her parol officer who makes sure she doesn't break any of the rules given to her which means going to her "counseling" [which she hasn't been to for a few days.] But the fact that she doesn't like being touched has nothing to do with her serving time. [quote name='Darren']But with all of that being said, am I totally off mark here? Because if I am, I'll shut up now. But if not, it doesn't really make sense for Juliet to be torturing/killing someone... (Not that I'm trying to tell you what your character is like... I'm just trying to put the peices together)[/quote] Maybe, I should explain Juliet a bit better. Basically Juliet served time, like I said, for the fact that she "murdered" a man. [For that information, it's in one of my first posts or in my sign-up.] During her time in jail, she's had time to "perfect" her powers and thus is the reason why she's powerful. However, she's not entirely powerful like [B]Quan[/B] and his sister [B]Tori[/B]. [I guess we agreed on Tori, then?] Actually, it only looks like she's powerful but she's not. As I've said before, she's had time to perfect her powers- though it's not perfected to a T. I think I put up a post here saying something about her powers. It's similar to [B]Raven[/B] from [B]Teen Titans[/B] and another Marvel character by the name of Hela. [I'll explain that when the time comes.] She has the ability to create dark matter into the form of snakes and she can also manifest her "soul" into the form a snake as well. [As my latest post said.] Anyways, so yeah...Juliet served time. Let's see...what else? Oh, after she was let out for good behavior, she had to be admitted to counseling because the judge put it in with her parole stuff. Then yeahh...well I have no idea what else needs to said about her. I hoped that cleared things up, Darren. I guess if you any of you are confused, just PM me.[/size][/color]

Jonas watched the girl run out of the room as if she had seen a ghost. She seemed spooked about something; whatever it was, Jonas wanted to know. It wasn?t everyday that someone stared at him across the room as if they knew him. But it wasn?t everyday that he decided to befriend people he rarely talked to. It wasn?t in his nature. In fact, nothing was in his nature. Sighing, he listened to his friend- Nate- talk his ear off about the expo show in New York. Even though he appeared to be listening, everything went in through one ear and out the other. Jonas couldn?t keep his mind off of that girl. He couldn?t help but think, [B][i]?Why was she staring at me??[/B][/i] He figured there had to be a reason as to why she did. He wanted to know. Sighing again, Jonas looked at the clock and the door and figured she wasn?t coming back anytime soon. He figured he?d surprised her by coming over and probably scared her off. It was then that Jonas decided to leave it at that. She probably wanted to avoid him and if that?s the case, he?ll leave her alone. He looked at his friend and nodded, then smacked his friend on the head for having an idea such as driving to New York. Nate rubbed the back of his head and gave a look of ?What the hell was that for?? When the bell rang, Jonas shrugged his shoulders in reply and walked off. Nate hurried beside him and put his arm around Jonas as the two walked out of class. They went to their lockers- which were conveniently beside each other- and put away their belongings, only taking what they needed for the next class. Jonas didn?t need much, only his gym clothes which were already in his gym locker. He departed with his friend and walked towards the gym, only to shoulder-bump another student. [B]?Sorry ?bout that, Ezekiel.?[/B] The white-haired boy looked at Jonas with a raised brow. He was about to respond to his apology but Jonas had already started to leave, waving his hand behind him to Ezekiel. Indeed Jonas was a loner of sorts but he made it his business to know the students in his school- no matter how large the school was. But that wasn?t what was on his mind, it was the fact that he kept bumping into people and others did that as well. He only thought of it as normal day routine but something wasn?t exactly right and his ?spider sense? had accurately proven him right. Jonas opened the door to the boys? locker room before thinking that there wasn?t anything else going on besides the every day routine. [B][i]?Hopefully I?m wrong and there really isn?t anything going on.?[/B][/i]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B][quote name='Vicky][SIZE=1']Jesus Christ, you horrible sadist people! What's gotten into you all?![/SIZE][/quote] Says the girl who's co-founding our group. Whoops I've said too much. :animeswea Anyways...moving on. [quote name='Vicky][SIZE=1][B]Murderer[/B'][/SIZE][/quote] Yes, I put in a one-worded QUOTE. XP. That besides the point; the point is that I'm all for whatever you want to do, Vickers. [Hehe, can I call you that from now on? It's such a fun little name to say.] That's also beside the point; I'm all for anything. Whatever you kids decide, I'll go along with it.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B]I have similar problems with how to start writing, especially for RPs. However, I've found that if you just gather some ideas and branch off of those, you'll be able to come to a conclusion. Also if it helps any, I listen to music and sometimes a lyric in the song jumps out at me. You could also try first thinking about who your character is, what his/her problem is, what the main idea of the story is going to be, and just get a good grasp of your story as a whole then take out little details and lay it all out. As for Retribution's idea, I do that sometimes. I'll be reading a book and I'll write down words or phrases that seem interesting. Then, like I said before, I branch out ideas. Hope that helps.[/size][/color]

[quote name='only1specialed']revelations is starting to scare me with her enjoyment of torturing someone... but that would work too.[/quote] [size=1][color=#4B5B5B]Well...there's a story behind that and some of the members know about that, especially Vicky and Iki. However, you don't have to be scared. It's only writing [or so I say]. =P Also you spelt relapses right.[/size][/color]

[QUOTE=Ikillion][SIZE=1][FONT=Trebuchet MS]Well it just depends how messy we can get with it -shrug- If it was to be left up to me there would have to be [I]at least [/I]a disembodied body and some kind of a messy blood spatter to go along with it. This is only if we don't go into a torture before death though :catgirl: [/FONT][/SIZE][/QUOTE] [size=1][color=#4B5B5B]Heh. Torture before death. Sounds...delicious to me. In any case, if it were left up to me, well...let's just say things wouldn't get pretty and I'd make movies like Hannibal Lecter, Saw, and Hostel seem like child's play...in writing of course.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B]And all this time I thought Juliet was going to get a kill in sometime. Oh pooh. But anyways, I vote that either one of the goodies kill Cairo or Zane or Juliet kill him. [I vote for Juliet. She's been itching to test a little something out for a while...Vicky knows what I'm talking about.] As for the name, how about Quyen? It's a name from one of my characters I RPed with. I think I used it for one of DW's RPs. But it matches Quan's and it sounds alike. I think it's pronounced Quin- like the way twin is pronounced. Not too sure. Anyways, there's my two cents.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B]Dilemmas and troubles. It's gotten pretty juicy, Mike. As for what Gavin said, it did seem a bit predictable that Gavin would come in and save Mike from dying after that fight they had. But it also makes me wonder about Zeke, did she really die? And what about Retri and White? Did they actually die? Or maybe I'm just reading in between the lines too much. Anyways, keep it up. Let's see this thing finished. [There you happy? I posted so you can get on with it. =P][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B]I just fixed a bit in my post, making it so that we landed and stuffers. So I think we're good for now. I'll try not to make things so confusing next time. ^_^;;[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B]Juliet was about to rip Charles? head off when a knock at the door stopped her. She didn?t think Dani would have guests over so quickly nor did she think he would?ve come back as quick. Wondering who the person might be, Juliet looked to Charles who shrugged his shoulders and walked to the door. Standing on tip-toes, Juliet looked through the peep-hole and saw none other than?[B]?Zane?!?[/B] A look of bewilderment hit her as she stood back on her feet. She didn?t know whether to open the door or keep Zane outside. Charles stood there touching a few things here and there but looked up when the knocking started up again. He gave Juliet a look as if to say, [B]?Open the damn door.?[/B] Knowing she couldn?t keep him outside, Juliet threw the door open and stood with glowing eyes and crossed arms. [B]?Is there something you need?[i]Zane[/i]??[/B] Now a look of shock and surprise overtook Zane as it had Juliet. He blinked a few times before peering behind Juliet. He found Charles leaning against a counter on his elbows but no Dani. He only assumed the baddies were gathered at the Dani?s house. However Juliet still stood in his way with a menacing look on her face. A cocky leer gathered at the corners of his lips as he said, [B]?Yeah. I need a place to stay. Figured this?d be a better place than Quan?s.?[/B] Zane stepped closer until he was only a foot away from Juliet. [B]?So?are you goin? to let me in??[/B] Juliet relaxed her face and her eyes had turned to normal. She raised a brow at Zane but allowed him to come in, knowing that Quan probably had a plan for the four; however she watched the man?s move closely, anticipating what he might do. As she did, subconsciously the snakes began to weave their way throughout the house, casting its dark shadows. Soon enough, a large cobra-like apparition stood behind Juliet hissing at the two men who stood in the kitchen area. Charles looked up and found this creature baring its fangs as did Zane. The two looked to Juliet who had no conscious knowledge of what was behind her. Charles readied himself with fire in his hands but when the snake had taken notice, it weaved closer to Juliet. The only thing that distracted them was what the snake was saying, [B]?Foolish louts. Thou believest harm can become of me? I pity what you do not know. ?Tis an absolute shame.?[/B] What puzzled them further was that the snake was laughing. It made its way closer to Juliet until it finally rested in the same position the snake statue Juliet had was in. Still Juliet stood with, what appeared to be, no conscious knowledge of the situation.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B]^_^;;; So that's a mess-up on my part. If you guys want I can edit. I was sort of just writing without thinking. Actually, I think I should edit it so that we're on the ground or maybe just pull out my post. Sorry kids.[/size][/color]

Dropping off Matt at his class, Jonas walked a few doors down to his next class which happened to be AP English Literature. But on his way, he became distracted by the loud thud of a person being slammed into a locker. Wondering who was causing the ruckus, Jonas walked back to the intersection of where the lockers stood and found a blue-haired boy and a white-haired boy in a slight tense situation. Jonas merely chuckled, realizing who the two were. He stood with arms crossed and waited for something to happen. He didn?t know the two students personally but had known what they were about. The blue-haired one was called Zedidiah Kiefers and happened to be a sophomore. He was known for his agile ?float like a butterfly, sting like a bee? method; while the white-haired boy was Ezekiel Kraskinov, a junior. This kid was known for his unpredictability. There wasn?t a single method he used, however he seemed to turn out just fine while the opponent didn?t. Jonas stood there thinking how it?d be an interesting fight when he was pushed out of the way by a small black-haired girl who appeared to look Asian. She put a hand over her mouth and muttered Ezekiel?s name. Jonas ignored her and looked back at the two students, listening in on their conversation and caught the place they would meet at: Boston Public Garden. Coincidentally, that was where Jonas was going to meet his buddies. He chuckled to him and left before the administration came and broke up whatever was going on. As he walked into his classroom, Jonas? name was called by another friend of his who went by the name of Nate Dogg- after the familiar rapper?s name. With a slight nod of his head, he walked over to an empty desk next to his friends and began conversing about what happened outside. While he did this, the teacher walked in and began class with side notes to certain students, particularly Jonas and Nate. The two gave the teacher a look of innocence and shock, laughing as they did. A few minutes into the class- which happened to be AP English- the teacher, Ms. Kerry, singled out a student. [B]?Miss Nadasdy, if you would be so kind as to rejoin the lesson, instead of gawking at Jonas??[/B] The entire class giggled and chuckled while the girl?s face suddenly turned red and murmured an apology. Nate turned back in his seat but Jonas couldn?t help but look at the girl. He wondered why she was staring at her. Before he was sucked into the same problem the girl had, Nate nudged him and he turned in his seat. But, like the girl, he couldn?t help but stare back at her. He figured he?d befriend her after class or when Ms. Kerry put them in groups. Perhaps then he might be able to learn her name and who she is.

[color=#4B5B5B]Welcome to [B]OB Anthology[/B] and the [B]Otakuboards[/B], [B]Water fox[/B]. If you haven't already, check out the [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44313][B]OB Anthology Basics[/B][/URL] sticky. You should also read the [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/rules.php?][B]Rules[/B][/URL] of OB. Anyways, included in the OB Basics sticky is what's called a [B]Rating System[/B]. It's used to determine the maturity of a thread and without one, the thread will be closed upon sight. However, the good news is that you can recreate your thread with the proper rating. Also, in the Rules you'll find that double-posting is considered spam. If you need to, you can always edit with the Edit button located at the bottom right corner of your post. If you have any questions, comments, etc., PM me or Lady Asphyxia. =] [B]THREAD CLOSED[/B][/color]

Every day was the same for Jonas: wake up, jump in the shower, get ready, then leave to get a bite somewhere, and arrive at school late. However, today was different. He felt as though something compelled him to go to school on time. Instead of his usual eating out, he grabbed a waffle his mother had just made and walked out the door, waving a hand to signify his disappearance into the so-called real world. The car that had driven up to his driveway sped off with smoke trailing behind. Inside the car, Jonas played with his cards while the driver, Monkey- a nickname given to him by his friends- blasted music all the while cruising towards school. The others joked around in the car, throwing paper balls and whatnot. They were quite the unsafe group but none of the six kids had ever gotten into an accident. Now, driving into the school parking lot other students looked on as they were running to get to their other classes. Even as they were going into school, the goofing never stopped until they separated their ways within the halls of Doctor G. Pakely High School. Lucky for Jonas and his friends, they all had late arrival scheduled into their time. It was a privilege given to seniors that they couldn?t afford to abuse; albeit, Jonas and his friends did every so often on someone?s birthday or some random day. As Jonas walked down the hall, a rushing student bumped into him making him drop his deck of cards and causing the kid to drop his books. Jonas bent over and picked up his cards, but also helped the student with his books. When the kid stood up, Jonas handed the books to the kid with brown hair and said, [B]?Try not to be in such a rush. You might knock someone down.?[/B] He smiled a nice grin and added, [B]?Where?s your next class, kid??[/B]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B]"Sounds creepy." Hehe, The Corpse Bride was such a funny, morbid little movie. But that's not the point, the point is that I'm ready to take on the baddies. I especially like the Jokers. They sound...horrendously amazing. And I see that you used pictures from Sandman and Devil May Cry, as well as [strike]Soul Calibur[/strike] I mean Guilty Gear. Excellent.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B]The message, the dead ?hunter?, and the deceased informant. It all made no sense as to why Amelia and the others were so important in this quest that the black cloaked people were on. She had seen death many times and was practically accustomed to seeing it yet it was the message that took to her. Would countless others be maimed just to get these magicians to join them? What would be the price for them if they don?t? Would this ?master? come after them with an army of a thousand black cloaks? Exactly what was the price for being an individual with a power? According to her father, the DiMaggio family was one of few families whose members were all Magicians. It was uncommon for an entire family to have powers and even more uncommon for the child to bear both the father?s and mother?s powers- not separately but mixed together. Amelia also remembered an argument her father and a woman- whom she had no recollection of- had about being a Magician. While the woman called it a gift, her father expressed it as a curse; both voiced strong debates about their opinions but neither would give in and in the end, both were tangled in a young Amelia?s powers. Memories flooded back and, as always, gave Amelia a splitting headache. She took the past and buried it deep within her psyche, hoping to never let it resurface but, here it was. Trying to forget the very things she never wanted to remember, Amelia tried to marvel at the expense these people would go just to accomplish their goal, however she couldn?t. All she could do was remember; remember the past, remember the emotions, just remember. Her mind rewound to the day she had expressed her powers, the day her father and a woman argued about the life of a Magician. She remembered how amazed and yet frightened they were of her powers; how the woman was saying how proud she was of Amelia and how proud she was that Amelia was blossoming into a powerful young girl already. But she also remembered the way her father had a look of disappointment and surrender, as if he felt he failed to raise a proper child. Albeit, he didn?t show it; he stood strong and used his own powers to cancel Amelia?s. She stood there and listened, only catching certain words in the soft-spoken yet argumentative tones like: coven, Magician, master, join, and die. Holding a hand to her head, Amelia felt the wind push against her and noticed that Cameron was descending to the ground. She looked around and found herself using her powers to help land on her feet unlike last time. Quietly sighing to herself, Amelia began to think about the words she heard that day. [B]?Coven?magician?master?join?die.?[/B] The five words that woman said, Amelia murmured under her breath. In deep thought, she tried to piece the missing puzzles together when a voice interrupted her thoughts. At first she didn?t hear what the person said but when she felt the heat of a hand near her shoulder; her immediate reaction was to defend herself. Now back in reality, Amelia realized whose hand she was bending and saw it was Xavier. Blinking a few times, Amelia let go and apologized. Xavier rubbed his wrist a few times before chuckling. [B]?It?s alright,?[/B] he said. Amelia brushed a hair behind her ear and looked up to see a comforting smile. [B][i]?He has a beautiful smile.?[/B][/i] She thought. [B][i]?It?s a shame not many others have that sort of smile.?[/B][/i] All she could do was smile back and apologize once more. [B]?Is your wrist alright? I didn?t mean for that to happen. It?s sort of a?reflex.? ?Don?t worry about it. I wouldn?t say I?m used to that but at least I know now you can handle yourself.?[/B] He smiled again and Amelia was caught in that smile again. It wasn?t that she was attracted to him just that his smile reminded her of something from the past. [B]?Anyways,?[/B] Xavier said to help with the silence between them, [B]?what were you saying earlier? Something about ?master??? ?A woman came by my house a few years back. She was looking for me but my father refused to do what she wanted. She kept trying to convince him that it was for the best and I couldn?t hear much but the woman emphasized the words: coven, magician, master, join, and die. I didn?t know what it meant- granted I still don?t- but for some reason, I feel like it?s got something to do with the situation we?re in now.?[/B] At this point Mugen was listening in, as well. [B]?Do you remember who the woman is??[/B] Amelia looked away from the two for a moment, trying to recollect her thoughts. It was dark with only sunlight as the only light in the room that day; her father and the woman were both standing in an area that silhouetted their figures. The only time she ever saw the woman?s face was when she stepped into the room and used her powers and heard her voice. Even though Amelia was getting another headache she tried hard to match the voice she heard and the face- although not properly shown- she had seen that day. It all came down to one person? [B]?Miranda Costa?my mother.?[/B][/color] [b]EDIT:[/B] I tweaked it so that it sounded like we were already on the ground. Sorry about the confusion.[/size]

[color=#4B5B5B]Hey [B]ziopheth[/B]! Welcome to the [B]OB Anthology[/B] and to the [B]OtakuBoards[/B]. I'm glad to see you're posting here. It's always nice to see new faces [even though we get them almost every moment XP]. But before anything else goes on, I'd like to direct you to the [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44313][B]OB Anthology Basics[/B][/URL] sticky. It's a great place to start before writing because it lets you in one some things about the Anthology, for example: the [B]Rating System[/B]. Found in the sticky, the Rating System includes a variety of sub-ratings and main ratings, which include: [B][E][/B], [B][PG[/B], or [B][M][/B]. Without a rating, your thread will be closed. BUT with the proper rating, you can always recreate your thread. =]. If you have any questions, comments, etc. just PM me or Lady Asphyxia. [B]THREAD CLOSED[/B][/color]

[B] Name-[/B] [URL=http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/121/8/e/blackjack_by_jisuk.jpg][B]Jonas Englested[/B][/URL] © [URL=http://jisuk.deviantart.com][B]Jisuk[/B][/URL] @ DeviantArt. [B]Age / DOB-[/B] 18 years old; November 5, 1992 [Senior] [B]Persona-[/B] [URL=http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/063/c/4/Jester__s_tears_I_cry_by_MoonLightSpectre.jpg][B]Mephistopheles[/B][/URL] [AKA: Mephisto] © [URL=http://moonlightspectre.deviantart.com][B]MoonLightSpectre[/B][/URL] @ DeviantArt. [B]Blood Weapon-[/B] The deck of cards not only serves as Jonas? hobby but also his Blood Weapon. Unlike the ordinary 52 deck, each card is individually marked with an insignia and image; the cards are used for whatever purpose Jonas has for them. However, in the eyes of those who do not hold demon blood within them they are but mere playing cards. [Think of it like CCS cards or Tarot cards] [B]Snippet-[/B] [B]?It was a day like any other day, although this one was different??[/B] Jonas and his buddies laughed at this. It was a way to start the night before getting to their usual hobby. Although Jonas was a bit of a loner-type, he still had friends- those he trusted with his secret. His mother once called them a lovely bunch of coconuts. He wasn?t sure why she had called them that until the six of them grew stronger in bond and became almost like brothers. They were a ?lovely bunch of coconuts? because they were all hard-headed and stubborn, but kind and caring on the inside and each person was unlike the other; thus the name his mother had given them. Shuffling the deck of cards in his hands, Jonas put on a small show for his friends. They knew he was a ?Devil Child? and they also knew that his Blood Weapon involved a deck of cards but what baffled them the most was how in the world he was able to do such feats with the cards. He?d shuffle the deck with one hand, then lay them out on the table and roll them over as if they were falling like dominos, and do strange things. No matter how many times he did it, they were always amused, and no matter how many times they asked, he said the same thing, [B]?A true artist never reveals his secrets.?[/B] With his friends, Jonas felt free and accepted. There were no lingering thoughts or feelings of being watched. No, with his friends Jonas was just another teenager and nothing more. Granted, he wasn?t another teenager and was something more but they didn?t care which, in turn, gave him the confidence to be himself. This was something he had trouble with from ever since his childhood. He never had the ability to be confident, he was always worrying about whether he wasn?t good enough, smart enough, tall enough, nice enough, or just enough. He never though he was enough in any way, shapes, or forms. But through meeting five people who took to life in an indescribable way, Jonas was able to find that small piece of confidence and let it grow. Finally finished with shuffling the cards, Jonas dealt them out and watched as his friends took a look at the pair of cards. The game they were playing was called Texas Hold?Em, one of many poker games that they played in Jonas? basement. Usually when playing a game of poker, one has a bluff face and a regular face; albeit in Texas Hold?Em, it?s hard to have either due to the fact that this particular game was played on luck. But, not letting the other players know whether you have a bad or good hand always came in handy, especially if you had a Jack and an Ace. Jonas watched as two of his friends asked for a hit, while one folded. The hit cycle repeated until finally there were about two of them left, excluding Jonas. In the end, the three of them turned their cards over and found that Jonas had won. It seemed he always had the best luck when it came to cards but everything else in his life was just, well, bad luck. [size=1][color=#4B5B5B][strike]Sorry, Matt. I?ll edit this before Monday. It?s quite early in the morning for me right now which is why I?ll have to do it later.[/strike] [strike][B]EDIT:[/B] Added Template. Almost finished sign-up [I have to finish my snippet].[/strike] [B]EDIT 2:[/B] Finished sign-up. Check please.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B]It seems like Boo's the favored here; however instead of betting on who takes first I'm going to bet on who places [B]second[/B]. I think I'm going to go with my pal, [B]Vicky[/B]. Just to be on the safe side, I'm laying down [B]75[/B]. Hopefully my calculations were right and she does place second. *crosses fingers* I like bold too, Raiyuu. I like bold too.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B]After Dani had left, Juliet and Charles exchanged glances. It wasn?t every day that two complete strangers were in a house without the owner of the home. Sighing, Juliet walked past Charles and into the kitchen. She began to look through the cupboards and the fridge, as well as the pantry, for food. [B]?You hungry, by any chance??[/B] A silent look was all Juliet got from Charles. She asked again, [B]?Charles, are you hungry??[/B] He still gave no response. Frustrated Juliet slammed the cupboard shut and turned to look at Charles only to find him looking at her with wondering eyes. She was startled at first but regained her posture seconds later. [B]?Either you say something or quit staring at me.?[/B] Obviously Charles chose the former, [B]?Why?re you here??[/B] He walked towards the kitchen and leaned against the counter, searching for an answer in Juliet?s face. [B]?Why?re you here, Juliet? The only reason I?m here is ?cause of Quan. Is that your reason too? Quan?? ?That?d be none of your business and if I were you, I?d leave it at that.?[/B] Words of threat didn?t bother Charles much, especially when it came from a woman. He chuckled to himself and puffed the last bit of smoke before putting it out on the countertop. He could tell that Juliet was avoiding the question; the answer was written all over her face and all over the way she acted with Dani a few minutes ago. Before today, Juliet would?ve bitten Dani?s head off but for some odd reason, she was friendly and had a bit of a bounce to her. [B]?For one thing, you?re not me. It really is none of my business but?in the matter of Dani, we both know you hate him with a passion. Ain?t that right?? ?I don?t hate. I despise, detest, dislike; but I don?t hate.?[/B] Before the man of fire could get in a word, Juliet retorted, [B]?Don?t tell me that hate is the synonym for dislike, detest, and whatever. It?s not. It?s a completely different category the way love and like is, the way admiration and envy is, the way everything in this damn world is.?[/B] Charles knew then that he hit a slight soft spot. [B]?But that doesn?t tell me why you?re here.?[/B] He attacked the question like a pack of hungry wolves on a deer. [B]?So?why are you here?? ?Same reason you?re here: Quan. Now leave it alone or I?ll make sure I watch you writhe in pain?slowly.?[/B] [B]OOC:[/B] Yeah. Just helping the RP move along. It?s such a terrible post, sorry. ^_^;;;[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B]Amelia looked on as she admired the beauty of the city below. There was nothing more grand to her than being able to see a city such as New York City. As she took in the skyscrapers and sounds, Amelia felt Albrecht press against her back as he looked down below. As if she were used to this sort of situation, Amelia did nothing but stay as she was, looking down below. From the corner of her eye, Amelia saw a spot of black. She turned to see a black rose being handed to her. Looking up at Albrecht, he had a sort of twinkle in his eye as said, [B]?I?m so pleased to be traveling with a voman such as you, liebschen. I do hope zat ve get to know more about each other.?[/B] Looking at the rose, then Albrecht, Amelia took the flower into her hand and felt its velvet petals. She smiled and replied, [B]?As do I, Hexenmeister.?[/B] A deviant look formed against the once troubled face of Amelia as her finger touched the smooth petals. She had received flowers that varied in bright colors- all of which she was grateful for- but never felt drawn towards them the way white and black colored flowers did. Unconsciously, she lifted the rose to her face and smelt its sweet scent. For a strange reason, she didn?t have the compelling notion to destroy the flower, only to preserve it even though the entirety of the flower reminded her of her abrupt encounter with her mother- no, not mother any longer?with that woman. The Italian girl noticed Xavier mutter something to Mugen, he apparently said something like, [B]?There it is, we?re here.?[/B] It only meant that we?ve come to the place that the Illusionist was talking about. Amelia adjusted herself and hid the flower away in a place where it would be safe. She smirked as tiny glints of amusement and desire flooded her eyes. She then felt a hand on her shoulder and knew it belonged to Albrecht, the German gentleman sitting behind her. [B]?I believe it is time to meet this mystery man of Herr Xavier.?[/B] All Amelia could do was smirk and watch as Cameron descended to the ground all with one thought on her mind. [B]?It?s only a matter of time before I get to you, Miranda, it?s only a matter of time.?[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B]I completely agree with Darren. If the nomination for [B]Gifts and Curses[/B] isn't enough to keep us motivated to write, then what is? I'm glad that the RPG got a spot in the nominations, though. And like Darren, expect a post sometime today or tomorrow.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B]There were mixed feelings behind Amelia?s encounter with her mother. She felt awkward, as if this woman was someone was off-limits yet at the same time it only felt natural to call her by her first name and act as if they were acquaintances. If her father knew with whom she had a run-in with, she?d never hear the end of it and hopefully he won?t know?for now. Stepping into her house Amelia?s phone had beeped, letting her know that she had received a new message. Looking at her PDA there was an e-mail and a voice message left for her. Before she could even listen to her voice mail or check her e-mail, her father called her in. His voice hinted that he was agitated, as if something- or someone- caused this agitation. [B]?Amelia, is that you??[/B] Her father?s face popped out from the study. All Amelia could do was smile as if nothing had happened, but she knew full well her father saw past her façades. Yet, he said nothing about it only, asked [B]?How was your day? Did they like the new act you added in??[/B] Amelia looked at her father strangely before asking, [B]?Papa, what?s wrong? You never ask about my work unless you?re avoiding or hiding something from me.?[/B] She stepped in a little closer, putting away her phone as she did. [B]?What is it??[/B] Her father hesitated before he led his daughter into the living room where the answering machine was kept. His finger gently pushed the play button. Amelia wanted to ask what was so important that her father couldn?t tell her but the voice that followed after the automated voice stopped her from doing so. [B][i]?Hey, if you?re home pick up. Amelia? Alright, when you get this message come to Central Park. There?s some urgent business we have to talk about. I?ve already called some of the?[/i] others [i]so if you can, get over here as soon as possible. You know where to reach me if you can?t.?[/B][/i] The look in Amelia?s father?s eyes seemed disappointed but also concerned. If anything, he understood the meaning of ?urgent business? more than anyone she knew. All she could say was, [B]?Il mio padre??[/B] something she hadn?t said a few years after her mother left. He took his daughter?s hand and held it before nodding and giving her a kiss on the cheek. If she had been capable of it, tears would?ve welled up in her eyes but they both knew she wasn?t anymore. It was enough that she returned the kiss before she left hurriedly. [center]+ + + + +[/center] Once she was in New York, her father informed her that he had set up a hotel and would have her things sent over. She thanked him and told him she loved him- another thing she didn?t do often. Her father said the same and hung up. Sighing, Amelia put on a pair of sunglasses and waved for a cab. She told the driver to take her to Central Park; he gave her a strange look which she returned back- though not so strange, one of threat, so to speak. The driver adjusted in his seat and drove off. Though she had just been in New York, she couldn?t get enough of the scenery. Although New York was made up of mainly tall buildings, lights, and whatnot it appealed to her the way antique buildings, stars, and complete opposites of New York did. She merely gazed and admired, taking mental pictures of everything she saw. Amelia paid the driver and told him to keep the change once they arrived at Central Park. It wasn?t hard for her to find the other Magicians as they were huddled around one particular bench. One of them looked up and tensed but relaxed when he realized she had seen her face before. When Amelia got closer to the group, more turned and tensed but relaxed; whatever it was that made them this way even made Mugen- who had once performed with Amelia- feel the same intense emotion. [B]?Well, don?t we all look suspicious??[/B] A sly grin made her look like the Cheshire Cat. Mugen then knew most of her hadn?t changed.[/size][/color]