Revelation

[size=1][color=#6A937A]The sickle end of the singer?s kusari gama stuck into the ceiling and the blonde singer looked to the one who had altered its course. Neutria began to make her way towards the bar, pushing through the crowd that backed away from the singer?s kusari gama. Unaffected by what was going on, Neutria took a seat at the bar and tapped the table, trying to grab the bartender?s attention. She could hear some people murmuring, while the gears could be heard speaking with each other and the Pirates were talking amongst themselves as well. The bartender shook his head and nodded to Neutria who pointed to the drink she wanted. He understood and quickly placed it on the counter, pouring it into a shot glass with quick precision. With a shot glass in her hand, Neutria turned around and looked around. A smirk appeared on her face as she looked at the people around her. It was as if some force was gathering everyone around, trying to bring them together. Neutria wasn?t sure what that would accomplish but she had a feeling that she may find this quite interesting. With each shot draining into her, Neutria never felt more alive than before. She was one who could hold her liquor faster than most and be able to rise in the morning with the same attitude she brought in. It was strange how she could act that way while others awoke with a pounding headache. Everything and everyone in the room was so alive, unlike the village she had visited days ago. It was somewhat vibrant and filled with emotions, feeling. Neutria may have been unaffected by what was going on, but she could still feel the strong aura around the room, each a different color, you could say. It was then that Neutria realized her glass was empty. ?Another, please.? The bartender nodded and filled her glass. It then occurred to Neutria that she had heard little about the gears that sat in the bar. She wanted to be informed. ?Tell me, who are those gears?? ?Those gears are Renegades.? [B]OOC-[/B] Care to join in on a conversation anyone?[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#DC143C][B]Name-[/B] Teresa "Terry" Park [B]Age-[/B] 23 [B]Sex-[/B] Female [B]Occupation-[/B] Part-time Bartender and Part-time Mechanic [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img297.echo.cx/img297/9594/leona4qg.jpg]Terry[/URL] [B]Back History-[/B] Growing up, Terry had no one to rely on but her grandmother, who raised her since her parents had passed away. She became apathetic and distant from others, isolating herself from the society and community around her, making it so that she was left alone. In that sense, Terry became rebellious and mysterious. No one really knew who she was and no one wanted to know. They either feared her or didn?t dare to find out anything. Throughout her life, Terry worked as helper around a neighbor?s car garage, pitching in work whenever she could. It was then that she found that she had a love for cars and bikes alike. It seemed that the only thing that kept Terry out of trouble and sane was the work that she did with whatever turned up in the garage. The engines soothed her troubles when she could hear them roar to their fullest and give a deadening flare. But that didn?t stop the terror that lurked at night, it didn?t stop the monster that stalked her in her dreams, nor did it stop the bloodying massacre that happened in her mind. It didn?t stop and it couldn?t, it wouldn?t. During her time, Terry gained a relationship with her neighbor, who helped her get into a prestigious school, gain a thirst for knowledge, and help her graduate. It was the most that anyone had ever done for her since her parents? death and her grandmother?s recent death. It was ironic, as everyone around her disappeared, she could see their deaths, each one pure as daylight and each one a horrific view. Eventually, Terry had learned to calm her supposed dreams and not let it interfere with her life. She managed to become co-manager of the garage, which became one of the most well-known auto-body shops. Terry was still the same rebellious, enigmatic, and distant person she was when her grandmother lived but it seemed that she became even more reclusive, but what could be so gruesome in her eyes that she must pull away?[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#DC143C]?Delicious. I thank thee for the drink. Here?s the money with interest and tip. Good day to you.? The man looked at the amount of money that Neutria placed on the counter and was wide-eyed. He couldn?t stop mumbling to himself about how grateful he was and whatnot. It then occurred to Neutria that she had nowhere to rest or spy or do what she does best, which is quite unknown. She turned around and looked to the bartender who still smelled the bills in his hand. When Neutria approached him, he immediately asked if she wanted anything and said that it was on the house. ?So, what?ll it be?? He seemed quite eager to please Neutria. ?I?m sure there?s something you like. I?ll give it to ya. I?m just thankful that you gave me this money. Without it, these guys would be ripping me off, ya know?? ?Where could I find the nearest rest area and is it possible to have a bottle of that wonderful drink?? Smiling the bartender first gave Neutria a bottle of the drink and then he informed her of the Fallen Angel Inn. She thanked him once more and left the tavern in search of the Fallen Angel Inn. The bartender had done her some good for she found the inn but she also found some of the Jellyfish Pirates, a Japanese fan dancer- so she believed, and possibly a gear commander. ?Oh what joyous taste this doth brings. And how I enjoy speaking in this Shakespearan language, it is truly captivating, though I do enjoy merely speaking a refined style of speech. No matter, ?tis still but a pleasing sight to find Johnny?s pirates and gears together.? Upon entering, Neutria had bumped into someone who walked out. He turned and apologized but Neutria brushed it off, yet she knew his face. She passed it off as nothing and walked in to grab a room before they had run out. She was intent on practicing and studying before she ventured out and battled or did whatever. Walking up to the registry, the Japanese man stood there before she did. Neutria studied him and watched his movements. They were graceful and dance-like, perhaps her statement before was right, perhaps he is a dancer of some sort. Then she saw that he carried large fans and it appealed to her that this man was a fighter. She smirked and surreptitiously made her way forward without being known and spoke with the man first. She was given a card key and a package that waited for her. When Neutria turned around, she bumped into the Japanese man purposely, knowing that they would make contact and she would have more definition as to who he was, though he would not know that.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#DC143C]The night air was soft but not calm. Something stirred the once tranquil current of the breeze and caused Neutria to become aware that someone was moving through the night and moving quite fast. Then, something else stirred the serenity of the night; it felt as if it were a group. Neutria felt the winds and believed it to be humans and gears that lurked through the dead of night, echoing their actions as they did. ?I wonder what sorts of adversities I shall meet tonight. Only way to find out is by lurk the shadows.? Leaving with a smirk on her face, Neutria managed to jump from a high roof and land safely on the ground. She straightened herself before walking away from the alley and disappears into the shadows. She was agile and silent, just as the falcon is at night. She was able to come out on the other side of town, while grabbing a few things on the way, but leaving money for the poor. As Neutria walked through the desolate town, she became thirsty and decided to have a drink. Luckily she was near a local tavern and walked in, eyes suddenly located themselves at the entrance and found Neutria. This had not made her uncomfortable or even weary; it had made her feel nothing. She was indifferent to everything around her and merely took a seat at the counter. A bartender attended to her and she asked for the best drink in the bar. [i]What a quaint, little tavern.[/i] Her drink was served and Neutria took a sip. It pleased her mouth and she was soon seen taking shots of it. [i]What a wonderful drink. It is delightfully tart and zesty. Quite delicious. Though, these men that approach seem to want something.[/i] Never wrong, three men had approached Neutria and had blocked her in. Several people began to murmur and whisper, while others watched intently on what the woman might do. Two of the men placed an arm on the counter, while the other stood behind Neutria with his hand on her shoulder. Neutria waited patiently for them to leave. ?What?s a pretty lady like you doing in a bar like this? Why don?t you come out with us and we?ll show you a better time?? ?Yeah, we know how to party until the break of dawn.? Silence hung in the air and Neutria was still drinking the house specialty as if there was no tomorrow. The men were getting quite anxious and impatient with her. The third man, who stood behind Neutria, soon removed her headphones and put his hand across her back and onto her right shoulder and leaned closer. ?I don?t think ya heard us right, sweetheart. We said for you to come with us. We?ll show...? Groaning, the third man was on the ground, clutching to his manhood. The other two looked to Neutria, who still drank the drinks that kept coming. They looked to each other and tried to grab her but the two were soon entangled by Neutria?s whip. At this moment, the spikes were in a dormant state; therefore, it was safe... for the time being. When she cracked it, the men were spun outward and fell on top of their friend. Neutria still drank whatever it was she was drinking and paid no attention to the three.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]The two Recoverers sat in the black and red 2003 Acura RSX Type S that Kaishi had effortlessly been trying to obtain for several months. She was in the driver?s seat with Riko right beside her, changing the music to fit her mood and fell upon a nice alternative. She drove with excellent precision and never faltered, almost as if she had experience before. Riko watched Kaishi, though, and knew that something was the matter. This wasn?t how Kaishi acted. ?Kaishi-dono, is everything alright?? ?Soon enough.? Confusion set onto Riko?s face, but it was soon gone when she realized where they had stopped. She watched Kaishi exit the driver?s seat and knew what was to happen. She quickly followed suit, trying to keep Kaishi from doing anything rash, yet that wasn?t Kaishi?s style. She wasn?t one to attack a person just because her life was in peril and her job was to take something so infantile. Her style was more mysterious and dark, something much more complex, almost unpredictable if anything. ?Welcome, my recoverers. I presume you?re here about the package?? The man who had sent the Recovery Service on a wild goose chase sat in a black office chair at the far end of a newly polished maple table. Kaishi and Riko stood at the other end, watching his movements, as if they were anticipating what he was going to do. Riko watched the two, but Kaishi kept her eyes on Kurogo. He pushed out a bit and placed his feet on the table, leaning back in a relaxed manner, almost as if he were taunting the two Recoverers. ?Ladies, please take a seat, don?t feel that you have to stand in my presence.? As Riko was about to take a seat, Kaishi stopped her. ?We?d prefer to stand, even if it was not in your presense, Kurogo. And you?re correct, we?re here about the package.? ?Let me elaborate, then, the situation. You see, in our family, my brother, stepsister, and I have always had to compete for our mother?s eye. She is now close to death and what we do interprets what she sees in each of us. I couldn?t let me brother become the better of the three. Because how my mother views us determines the heir to her fortune.? ?So then your brother sends out the Delivery Service with a birthday cake and then you hire my colleague and I to recover the cake?? Something in Kaishi?s speech was menacing and threatening. ?Precisely, but my stepsister had to send out that abhorrent Disposal Service and try to make it seem as if my brother and I were incompetent to do anything. Albeit, you two did not fulfill what was needed to be done and in that sense, the second half of your fee will not be paid. You are dismissed.? ?Did you just say that we are dismissed?? At that moment, Kaishi was enraged. Her eyes were flaring a bloodying red but was soon calmed by Riko. She sighed and looked to the still relaxed Kurogo. ?I suggest you listen, Kurogo, and listen well for what I am about to say is quite important if you wish to live. The Recovery Service does not take well to egotistic people who have a need for power and fear, we despise those who believe they are God and everyone else is nothing but mere mortals, and we certainly do not like others commanding us to do things. I, Lady Kaishi, am one you should not cross when it comes to these things and at this moment, you are well at the top of my list of detesting creatures. Do well to remember this for if you wish us to work for you, you?ll be needing much more than money and guards to keep me from tearing you apart.? ?Uh-huh. Well, that was seemingly useless.? Kurogo stood and walked towards Kaishi and Riko. Her hands clenched as he approached the two. ?You are a lovely lady but I think you should shed that calloused exterior and take your place with me...? He touched Kaishi?s cheek and that sent her over the edge. It was one thing to tell her she was dismissed but touching her face was a different matter. ?or I?ll show you the door.? ?LADY KAISHI!? Riko?s scream suddenly erupted but was too late. It appeared that Kurogo was leaning on the table with Kaishi twisting his right arm behind his back and holding his neck. ?Do not [i]ever[/i] touch me again, you cretin. And do not tell me to shed my calloused exterior when it isn?t even the shell. This coarse woman that stands above you is who I am and I will not allow a mere man to tell me that he will show me the door if I do not take my place beside him. If it is anyone who should show the other the door, it should be me.? Kaishi let go of Kurogo and stood beside Riko again, who tried to hold her back. Wiping the blood off of his mouth, Kurogo chuckled and tried to backhand Kaishi. Little did he know that Lady Kaishi was a former Kunoichi and someone who held great abilities, able to destroy anyone. He was suddenly on the floor, spitting out blood, and holding his jaw. His glare locked with Kaishi?s and stood. ?Let me tell you who I am, you worthless female. I am Kurogo Tenma, a man you should fear. I won?t allow a lowly worker to make me spit out blood. Allow me to show what I do to people like you!? ?No, allow me, toohenboku ga!? Kaishi was about to advance but was stopped by Riko. ?You should feel fortunate that my partner was here. If not for her, then you would be unconscious and lying in a pool of blood.? ?Come on, Kaishi-dono. Let?s go. He?s not worth killing. But let me try a new trick I learned.? Smirking, Riko faced Kurogo and blew into her hand, which projected the icy breath that made Kurogo become half frozen in ice. The two Recoverers chuckled and walked away, feeling a bit of content that this idiotic man was standing like that. It was time to find someone who could offer a more competent job.[/size][/color]

Absentmindedly, Inuki began to walk down the road opposite of the Cat?s path path. He took out his cigarette and lit it as he walked down the road, walking where his feet would lead him. The puffs were sweet and delicious, making him crave for more, just asking him to finish it, to kill it off and take another. Just as he came to his bike, the phone rang and he picked it up after the third ring. ?What?? His voice was cold, almost threatening, though it had a hint of warning within it. ?It?s Jin. Are we having rehearsal today or what?? Inuki checked his watch before answering. ?Tell everyone to meet in three hours. Regular place.? ?Arigatou, ja ne.? Hanging up, Inuki placed his phone back into his pocket and put on his helmet. He then seated himself on top of the bike and rode off, leaving a trail of dust behind him. He wasn?t keen on the fact that he now has to cope with the Stray Cats and create one band, nor was he keen on the fact that Uchiyama and he must fight to gain place as Lead singer. [i]Iie, I won?t allow that to happen. Not while I?m standing.[/i]

[size=1][color=#C82356]?Wolfgang has gotten on my last nerve. I think it?s time to visit [i]Dr. Nesbitt[/i] a slight visit.? A fluttering was heard from a black hawk that perched itself on the rails of the balcony. She looked to her pet and sighed, knowing that she could wait for her brother at home. She sighed once more and stepped off of her bed. She walked to the balcony and looked out to the night sky. It was clear and beautiful, just as it had always been, though the night wasn?t calm as it had been before. Evil walked amongst the humans and all anyone could do was sit and watch as they allowed others to walk into the human dimension. ?So, it?s been beginning. It?s only a matter of time before they arrive, before all of them come to us. But the question isn?t when will they arrive, but will we be ready? Alas, that question goes unanswered. We have but a long way to go, don?t we, Horus?? The black hawk merely cooed in reply and fluttered its wings. A smile came from Alyssa?s lips before she lightly scratched his chin. She was pleased to know that there was at least someone in the house that listened to her. Alyssa took in a fresh breath air, and then jumped onto the balcony rail, looking out into the yard. It was time that she had practiced her suspension in the sky. ?Come along, Horus. It?s time that I learned to fly.? With that Alyssa jumped off of the rail throwing a rice paper into the air and calling, ?Auslüften Federung!? In German, it had meant Air Suspension, a simple spell that allowed Alyssa to stay suspended in the air for however long she wished. She had discovered this while flipping through a demonic magic book a while back before her brother had called the others. ?I?ve got it! Wait, what?s happening?? Somehow, Alyssa?s spell began to dissolve and her magic was failing, making her speed towards the ground. Horus screeched a large cry and flew with Alyssa as she began to accelerate towards the ground. With quick instincts and reflexes, Alyssa was able to land safely onto the ground; except that she did not care she was safe, only that she wasn?t able to attempt a greater amount of air suspension. She growled and walked back into the house with Horus following behind. A slam of the door and the phone rang once more. She knew it to be her brother, for who else would call at a bloody high hour? Alyssa walked to the phone and picked it up, not even answering.[/size][/color]

[B]Name-[/B] Neutria [B]Age-[/B] Appears to be in her early 20s, though her age is unknown. [B]Gender-[/B] Female [B]Nationality-[/B] Unknown [B]Human or Gear-[/B] N/A [B]Faction-[/B] Unaffiliated [B]Personality-[/B] Neutria is a complex and puzzling character. She is incredibly intelligent with a thirsting want for knowledge. Though, her personality seems to be just as cryptic as her background and herself. All they know is that she is spirited in what she does and is a devoted fighter, as well as that she has a passionate hatred for violence and the like unless it is needed. She has beliefs that she holds adamantly, albeit she has a tendency to argue with anyone who disagrees with her till the bitter end, but will change he mind if she is proven wrong. Many times, humans and gears have tried to figure out who or what Neutria is, but she perplexes them further, giving them a confused mind. When Neutria speaks, it is rare. She doesn?t speak unless absolutely necessary and when she does, her speech is discreet and straightforward. If something rash has been done though, Neutria?s speech will become almost fiery and scathing, letting others know that she is not one to mess with. It makes her seem secretive and inscrutable, strangely refined. Though, Neutria shows a different side when she fights. It is as if she is telling a story, almost singing a song that is sullen and puzzling, just as she. Her movements are smooth and dance like, but have absolute precision to them, not faltering for a moment. She sees everything on terms of black and white, what is right and wrong, in this sense, Neutria will rarely make a wrong decision, which also makes her worry little of the consequences. It also makes her fighting style almost flawless and surpassingly well thought out. The only vice that Neutria keeps is a distrust of everyone around her. This makes her distant and apparently stoic. She keeps to herself and faces any affliction by herself, never asking for help. She?s become tortured by the outcast she is, though she doesn?t show it. It seems that she is truly a enigmatic character, only wishing to know who she really is. [B]Physical Description-[/B] [URL= http://img288.echo.cx/img288/2193/misu4by.jpg]Neutria[/URL]- Around her neck are [URL=http://www.djbooth.net/dj-equipment/dj-headphones-reviews/phones_MDR-V700DJ.jpg]headphones[/URL] that enables Neutria to listen to nothing but the silence. She wears a black top similar to the one in the picture and black baseball gloves, as well as a black silk jacket that comes a bit past her waist. She has flaming red hair that possesses black streaks and is long and spiky, yet it appears similar to that of a boy?s haircut, though suits her perfectly. [B]Weapon of Choice-[/B] Wrapped neatly around Neutria is a whip that has spikes protruding from it. The spikes act as a grapple to hold onto whatever it comes across and tears its target apart, but it can become dormant for the time being and merely act as a regular whip. The second set of weapons that Neutria has are customized sais that have been created from a metal unknown to gear and human. It was created to fit Neutria?s needs and style. The handles and the blades have become elongated to become accustomed to fit her hands, the blades have been sharpened on each sides so that it is similar to that of a double edged sword, but more rounded, and the tips, not including the main blade, have been curved at the tip so that it may tear at the flesh or armor of the target. The customizations on these sais make them a deadly weapon. The last weapon Neutria possesses, she keeps on her back. It is a [URL=http://www.sandspromotions.com.au/images/products/lg/D505b.jpg]boomerang shuriken[/URL]. It is shaped as a boomerang and stands a few inches higher than Neutria. It has heat-seeking, radar-honing, and scrambling devices that make is an excellent accessory. Not only that, it can also be used as a transport, changing its image into whatever Neutria wishes. [B]Innate Magical Element-[/B] N/A [B]Preferred Jinki (Human only)-[/B] N/A [B]Bio-[/B] Unbeknownst to mankind and gear alike, Neutria was born under the sky. Where she came from, no one knows, when she appeared, no one knows either. Some say Neutria is of human and gear origin, while others believe she is something else. They believe that she is a goddess or perhaps a guardian from the heavens who came down to protect the innocent and slay the sinned. She watches and learns about all that is around, absorbing large amounts of vast information, yet quietly responding only to her. To everyone else she is a cryptic being who walks amongst human and gear, who she is a question, no doubt.

[Size=1][color=#C82356][B]Name-[/B] Hidaka Kimi [B]Age-[/B] 16 [B]Gender-[/B] Female [B]Appearance-[/B] Some say that Kimi is a natural beauty, though most do not know that she is blind. Despite her inability to see, she possesses a nearly immaculate appearance which she believes makes her, in fact, a natural beauty. She stands at a fair height of 5?4? and weighing at about 110 lbs. Kimi has slender fingers that are long and slim from playing the piano as well as the violin, unmarked skin that is pure from any blemishes, short and spiky black hair, and a medium framed body that possesses slight muscle tones. On a casual day, Kimi is seen wearing baggy jeans that are faded and a bit tattered over a pair of black basketball shorts with either a boyish tank top, polo, or whatever she comes across. She also wears a large hooded sweater over her shirts and tends to not wear feminine clothing. At times, the weather will be warm and Kimi will be seen wearing a black sleeveless hooded jacket with black baseball finger gloves, black tennis shoes, and black cargo shorts with basketball shorts underneath. Though everyday, Kimi wears a blindfold around her eyes to protect it from the light and to not allow others to see them. She also wears a silver necklace that holds a pendant with the words ?Nobody has ever heard of opening the eyes of a man born blind? which is a verse from John 9:32. [B]Powers-[/B] Unlike others, Kimi is an Itako- a blind female shaman. An Itako can speak with spirits, as well as banish them to Hell or send them to Heaven, though she is not that far into her Itako training to do so. What Kimi can do is fight spirits, control them, sense their level of energy, and follow trails, little things that require less energy. It?s difficult for her to conjure up great strength and energy to use her abilities to call upon a spirit though, for it takes concentration and a large amount of spiritual energy. Being an Itako has given Kimi senses greater than the average human, except for sight, but sight in itself is not just the eyes, it is also with the mind and heart, as well as the soul. She also has two-thirds of the mental intelligence of a genius and yet thirsts for knowledge. Because of this, Kimi has developed a photographic and phonographic memory, the comprehension to understand dozens of other languages, and the native tongue of the animal world. [B]Personality-[/B] People would think her to be weak, feminine, and dependent, but Kimi proves them wrong by showing them that she doesn?t need anyone to help her nor does she allow anyone to help her unless it is needed. People had thought that because of her blindness, she was handed everything but the fact is, Kimi was never handed anything nor was she given anything for that matter. She?s had to work for what she earned just like the rest of the world, except she used her flaw and made it into a skill, something that not many can do. Through the years, Kimi became calloused and coarse. She?s turned sadistic, cynical, and indifferent, almost emotionless, not caring for the little thing, not caring at all. In essence, she means no harm to anyone else, except to herself. She may be blind, but her skills in martial arts, marksmanship, archery, and various others are exceptionally well. Just because Kimi is blind does not mean that she does not know how to fend for herself, in this case she can do much more. [B]Bio-[/B] ?What did you see, Kimi?? [i]Nothing. It felt dark. I have but empty eyes.[/i] ?What did you hear?? [i]Screaming. Loud and terrified. It echoed in the room.[/i] ?What did you feel?? [i]Blood. Thick and cold. It was like a pool.[/i] ?Tell me, what happened?? [i]Chaos. Beautiful and real. What a splendor to experience.[/i] ?Alright then. I did the most strangest thing that anyone could ever have done. I did the most unpredictable, unrealistic, and unfathomable suicide attempt unknown to mankind. I stuck a jawbreaker in my mouth and duct-taped it so that I couldn?t pop it out, then I laid down and closed my eyes. I could feel my throat muscles attempting to keep the jawbreaker out of it, though it soon allowed it to pass through and quickly become lodged at the surface, closing off my airway.? [i]Suicide. Unsatisfied and unfulfilling. End it now or stay and take the pain?[/i] ?What happened before you tried to kill yourself?? [i]Questions. Purposeful and unanswered. Why are there so many?[/i] ?If I told you, you?d have nightmares for days to come.? [i]Cynical. Content yet horrifying. It?s no wonder people feel awkward.[/i] ?Don?t worry about me, Kimi. Just tell me what happened.? [i]Nervous. Sweating and wriggling. A pleasurable sight it is.[/i] ?A warning was spoken, though you chose to listen. What happens to you is of no concern to me.? [i]Danger. Threatening and wondrous. Something about is exciting.[/i] ?It was late afternoon going into the early dusk. The wind was chilly though not cold and the snow crunched underneath my feet as I walked towards my destination.? [i]Destiny. Unpredictable and misunderstood. Is there such a thing?[/i] ?Where were you going?? [i]Curious. Wondering and pondering. Curiosity did kill the cat.[/i] ?I was on my way home. I had returned from the market and I placed my things down. It was then that I heard whispers and giggling. I realized that my aunt had friends over but what I didn?t realize then was that they were speaking ill of me.? [i]Rumors. Horrid and untrue. It is gossip that angers the heart.[/i] ?Did anyone hear you walk in?? [i]Stealth. Powerful and wise. A strategy used to assassinate.[/i] ?No, no one heard me. I was quiet and stealthy, almost as if I was never there. I walked closer and the whispers grew louder and I leaned slightly and heard them say things about me. How I was a poor child who had a defect, how my mother hated me so for being blind, how I was favored when the [i]normal[/i] children should be favored, and things like that. I usually don?t allow such things to get to me but I couldn?t stand it that no one said anything to me straightforward. They had to say it behind my back, stabbing me as they did it.? [i]Pain. Wondrous and blissful. There?s nothing like the feel of pain.[/i] ?Were you angered that they were doing this?? [i]Anger. Corrupted and coarse. The blood boils as one becomes furious.[/i] ?Of course, I was angered. It was then that I took off from the place I was and found the jawbreaker I had gotten from the market and went to my room. I didn?t shut the door, but I closed it well enough. I then attempted to kill myself with a jawbreaker. I woke up a day later to find myself at home, in my bed, with my grandmother at the foot. I felt around to find that duct-tape was no longer occupying my mouth. My grandmother had rescued me though I didn?t want to be rescued.? [i]Rescue. Insignificant and useless. Should one be rescued if one is in peril of themselves?[/i] ?What happened afterwards?? [i]Aftermath. Future and consequences. Should I even worry about it?[/i] ?I was forced to come here and listen to your fascist words sink into my mind and make me feel as if I?m some sort of psychotic child who actually [i]needs[/i] to be told that she?s on the verge of breaking down, when in reality, I?m far from breaking down. There?s no need to tell me I?m crazy or even psychotic because insanity is the one thing that keeps me sane.? [i]Fear. Cruel and frightening. Something that I put into people and love it every moment.[/i][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]There wasn?t much that Alyssa could do, but wait for her brother?s phone call. She knew him to be the most punctual man she had known. Yet, she was pleased to have left the confinements of her home and venture out into society. Dinner wasn?t what she expected but it was something different. The people she had met were intriguing and just appealing. She had never had the chance to meet people such as them; except for the time she was in Egypt. A time of relaxation was in order after such long hours. She walked up the staircase and walked to her room. With merely a slight push of the air, the double doors opened and she was able to walk in with ease. Slowly, Alyssa began to return all that she wore to its rightful place. Feeling a bit filthy, Alyssa decided it was time for her daily shower. Wrapping a towel around her, Alyssa walked to her bathroom and turned the faucet on, testing the water as it warmed. She then closed the door behind her and let the towel fall, before proceeding to walk into the bath tub and close the shower curtains. The water was just right, not too warm, yet not too cold. It released tension in Alyssa?s body and the water running through her hair felt relaxing and cool. Alyssa grabbed her shampoo bottle and lathered her hair, then proceeded to lather her body with her wash cloth. All around the bathroom was an aroma of jasmine and lavender. The mist in the bathroom smelt of an aromatic fragrance of jasmine and lavender as well. It soothed Alyssa and lessened the stress and tension that she held. ?What a wonderful feeling. It?s amazing how a shower does wonders to a woman. Now, let us see if I cannot conjure up any magic tonight.? A smirk silently made its way onto Alyssa?s face as she dried herself off and slipped into comfortable clothing suitable for company and sleep. She slipped back into her room and sat in the middle of her bed, holding a blank rice paper. ?Hi, mizu, chi, fuu.? Upon the rice paper appeared symbols of fire, water, earth, and wind on each corner of the paper to represent the four guardians and four gates. She was pleased to know that her magic hadn?t gone awry nor did it destroy anyone. Her magic tends to get out of hand when too much though, stress, or when she has a clouded mind. ?I wonder when my brother will be home. There are greater risks than just Mephistopheles and the lords of Hell.? She checked the clock beside her bed and saw that it hadn?t been an hour. ?But then again, Wolfgang is a punctual man. I mustn?t worry; it?s not as if he was going to fight Mephistopheles alone.?[/size][/color]

[B]Name-[/B] Ishikawa Inuki [B]Gender-[/B] Male [B]Age-[/B] 17 [B]Sign-[/B] Dog [B]Instrument/Job-[/B] Mainly a lead Singer, but he also likes to play the guitar, piano, drums, and violin, also messing around with the turntables. [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img115.echo.cx/img115/4901/blackguitar1jb.jpg]Inuki[/URL] Not only does Inuki wear leather, he also wears faded, baggy jeans, baggy hooded sweaters, and several varieties of shirts. He also likes to wear fingerless batting gloves along with a white gold bracelet that has an engraving on the silver plate that is attached to it. From all these items, there are five things that one should not touch are his hair, which tends to change every other week, his necklace that contains his dog tag and a silver cross, his leather jacket, his lighter given to him by his grandfather before he passed, and his [URL=http://img76.echo.cx/img76/3823/yamaha9ck.jpg]Yamaha YZF-R1[/uRL] motorcycle. [B]Personality-[/B] Inuki is the epitome of a wild dog. He?s rambunctious, fiery, and rebellious. He bottles his emotions and is quick to anger, never quick to calm. Yet, because of this temperamental attitude, Inuki has an issue with trusting people. To him, everything is black and white, there is no gray. He cares nothing for the earthly materials or the supposed ?god-given? objects. He merely has nothing to care for except his music, which is the only thing that could keep him from going insane, but perhaps insanity is something he does well. For Inuki, trouble has a way of finding him and helping him into it, except Inuki finds ways to get out of it. The Stray Dog may have a strong judgment of trust and initial anger; he is a man who hides his other talents and abilities. Fear is not a word in his vocabulary which would explain why he is a daring man, yet all he is, is an intelligent and protective guy who needs to mellow down. [B]Character Snippet -[/B]

[size=1][color=#C82356]I applaud your, once again, intelligent and witty RPS. It's sharp and just what I've been looking for. The characters are incredible and quite perplexing, if I could say. All in all, an excellent RPS. I agree with Delacroix, it is an old school RP blended with a new idea. Almost as if you were perfecting the flaws on an old art.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]The food was lukewarm, yet acceptable to Alyssa?s taste. She wasn?t one to fuss over such unless she was famished and in need to have something desirable to eat. She looked around the table, watched the body language, the facial expressions, and the way the people at the table ate. She also listened to their conversations, listened to their tone and their accent. It was almost as if she was searching for something within each person, either a flaw or even a merit. It was all intriguing how they had found their way to this sort of work or even how they managed to get themselves into it. The conversations grew and the tension melted, which meant that the group was warming up to each other. Yet, the observations still went on and Alyssa sat there quietly, elegantly lifting her fork to her mouth, gracefully cutting her fillet mignon, and even sipping her wine with such etiquette. Such people would think her to be a woman born of aristocracy or even royalty. It would appear that even most of the people around had thought that. Eyes had always watched Alyssa and her brother, yet they questioned and judged Alyssa but accepted her brother into society. She, in turn, was accepted in the eyes, but one false move could bring a reputation diving back into shame, yet what did it mean for Alyssa? Nothing. Reputations, society hierarchies, and acceptance had meant nothing to her; the only thing that did matter was her brother and what they worked for. ?Alyssa?? Awakening from her thoughts, Alyssa looked to Vedette, the one who had called her name. ?Yes?? ?I was merely wondering, do you believe in the same things that your brother has a belief for?? At this moment, Alyssa was taken aback. She had never been asked a question such as this, yet she didn?t show it and merely smiled and answered the question. ?My brother and I fight for what we believe is right, which is saving humanity from the evil that is to come. We cannot save everyone from the evil that is here, yet we can fight to regain innocence in the souls and destroy the Lords of Hell. In essence, Vedette, I do believe what Wolfgang believes and not for one moment would I believe him wrong.? An eyebrow raised and Alyssa could see that Vedette wasn?t fully convinced. ?You see, I was the first to see my brother?s fate. If not for him, I would not have believed that Mephistopheles had existed nor would I have come this far in my practices. My brother, Wolfgang, is a man who has suffered and will do anything to bring pain to those who had given it to him. I bear the pain that my brother suffers as well and since I bear that pain, I, too, will curse it upon those who gave it to him. Does that answer your question?? ?Somewhat. There is another question, though. You talked about your practices, what practices do you perform?? ?I dabble a bit in the black magic. I am not as strong as Wolfgang, but I can perform complex spells and simple rituals when needed. And in this black magic, I am learning to harness the powers of the elements, or at least trying to. Another practice that I perform is kunoichijutsu, the art of the deadly flower. It is performed by women assassins or ninjas.? ?I see.? Vedette replied. Her reply wasn?t dry but a bit too regular. This had brought attention to Alyssa, which made her wonder what Vedette did. ?You are a exorcist, no??[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]Different varieties of people had entered and sat with Wolfgang and his group. From the conversation they stroke up, Alyssa had found and saw that these two women were something interesting, not that she was interested in that way, but just that they were fascinating. Yet, the men were just as equally fascinating to Alyssa?s eye. She held a hidden smirk beneath her drinking exterior, knowing that if she had shown it, her brother would think it a sign of battle of something. [i]Something tells me that beneath their hard exterior is just a normal person who fights for either the same or nearly equal cause as we fight for.[/i] The conversation grew interesting by the minute. Their tone and facial expressions, as well as their body language had told Alyssa that they were releasing more and more of themselves each time, as if they were unraveling their exoskeleton to reveal to pure, unadulterated persona. [i]Hmm, it seems that I?ve run out. Pity, I was just beginning to enjoy myself. Oh well, time for another.[/i] It seemed that Alyssa was far too consumed by the women that she had forgotten that she had finished nearly a small bottle of vodka. She sighed and snapped her fingers when she put the bottle down. The people around her table looked at her, wondering why she had snapped her fingers and to answer their questions, a waiter had appeared from nowhere and came to Alyssa. ?Is there anything you would like, Lady Faustus?? ?A glass of water would suffice enough, dear. Thank you.? Nodding, the waiter disappeared and everyone, except Karl and Wolfgang had paid any attention to Alyssa. She had noticed this and once again answered their curious faces. ?Calling out for someone in the middle of a tranquil, public area is quite unmannerly. I?d rather have a different form of asking for a person, which is snapping. If they are needed, I snap my fingers and instantly, they appear. When they?re not needed, I wave them away. Does that answer your question?? The conversations went on for a while, until Holly became restless and rested his head in Alyssa?s lap. She scratched him behind the ear and at once knew that he was hungry. She noticed that the others were, but they didn?t want to say anything in fear of doing something wrong in front of her brother. She chuckled and called to her brother. ?Wolfgang, I believe our guests would like something to eat. It is, after all, the hour of dining, is it not?? ?I agree.? A waiter appeared with Alyssa?s water and before he left, Wolfgang stopped him. ?We?d like to order.?[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]Upon meeting Karl at the restaurant, Alyssa urged her brother in to getting their table before the others had arrived. She wasn't anxious or nervous, as was her brother, yet she merely didn't find the act of standing around appealing to her. She enjoyed sitting and sipping on something that would ease her, such as a glass of margarita. They entered and a waiter had lead them to their table, where they would meet the others. "Beruhigen sich, mein bruder. You seem a bit too. .. anxious at this moment. I'll order us some wine and a glass of margarita for myself." Alyssa snapped her fingers for a waiter, who appeared immediately. "Bottle of wine and a glass of margarita for myself. Danke." At the table, Karl and Wolfgang conversed of the information and else that they had to talk about. It made her feel as if she was at a convention. Alyssa sighed and waited for the waiter to return with her drinks and when she had seen him, he quickly placed the margarita in front of her and the bottle of wine on the table with several glasses. He asked if they needed anything else and she waved to him to leave. It was her style to do so. When one was not needed, she'd disregard them in a manner that said, "away you go for now," if they were needed, she'd either snap her fingers or call for them, whichever brought to them her attention. "You seem a bit uneasy, Ms. Faustus, is everything alright?" "Quite alright, Karl. And please, call me Alyssa. That Ms. stuff is for stuffy old women who have no husbands. And, it's merely nothing. I drink often at this hour, don't I, Wolfgang?" Wolfgang merely nodded and went on to other matters, such as what he had seen, what he knew, and what might happen. It was then that Alyssa had a strong feeling that someone else was watching them, something unhuman and undead. It hadn't made her feel off beat or more cautious than she was, just merely alert and ready for anything that should happen. The whining of Holly had been heard from Wolfgang's cane and Wolfgang realized that his canine companion was on his cane. He then proceeded to letting him out and have him sit next to Alyssa, whining a bit more, wanting food and walk. She groaned and ignored him, but scratched him behind the ears, failing to be angry at him. It was then that Alyssa felt restless from waiting for the others and she had finished nearly 6 glasses and changed it to shots of vodka. "Geehrte bruder, if you don't mind me asking, where are the others? I'm tired of waiting for them." "Do not worry, they'll arrive sooner or later, hopefully sooner."[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356][center][B]Name-[/B] Zephyra Quartz T?Lok [B]Age-[/B] 17 [B]Gender-[/B] Female [B]Race-[/B] Human [B]Homeworld-[/B] A human orphan who lives on the planet Shili [B]Affiliate Order-[/B] New Jedi Order [B]Rank-[/B] Padawan Learner [B]Class-[/B] Padawan Mediator [B]Lightsaber-[/B] Zephyra wields an odd-looking lightsaber that sets her apart from the others. It is not one that she has created, but one that was given to her by her surrogate mother who was once a Jedi Knight. Its whole natural state is quite mysterious and somehow, unusual for the definitive parts were from the pre-Empire Jedi Order. Zephyra?s surrogate mother, Taylak, had given it to her when she came of age to become a Jedi. The single bladed lightsaber as a whole is a puzzle, one that a mere Jedi cannot figure out. The blade of this lightsaber is almost transparent, as if it were created from glass. Zephyra?s lightsaber inhabits a pearl white color that has lines of silver running through them. The hilt of the weapon is a transparent chrome color with eather like exterior. It is light, able to become become as small as the length of her index finger, and even extract spikes that act as a guard or even a device. The hilt possesses most of the control knobs on most light sabers, oddly enough; it does not need an activation switch. The reason for this is that Kaytal has made it so that by a mere thought, the blade will activate and wield to its owner. [B]Light saber Style-[/B] Ataru Level 1 [B]Force Powers-[/B] [list][*]Throw Light saber [*]Force Suppression [*]Heal [*]Force Jump [*]Revitalize [*]Force Direction[/list] [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://www.beautifulvoices.net/albumspecial/kimez/ez41.jpg]Head Shot[/URL] The young human stands at the height of 1.6 meters with a build that is between a small build with slight muscle definitions on her arms and legs, Zephyra is, by nature, agile and strong. She has eyes of a storm, black and gray with bits of piercing blue hidden in them. Zephyra wears a black tunic with dark gray trimmings and stormy gray pants with black trimmings underneath a full length black cloak. She is not one for formal wear or clothes that are traditional. [B]Biography-[/B] Unbeknownst to her, Zephyra was abandoned when she was a baby on the realm of Tatooine. She was well hidden from the Jedi Order as well as troopers who currently patrolled the area. Not many saw her, but those who felt her knew that she was around and could feel a distinct aura about her that made her different. One Jedi Knight had found her from her hidden place and saw at once that she was an orphan. Though, she remembers not much, Zephyra merely knows that she has lived with the Togruta for all of her years. [B]Personality-[/B] A quiet girl who rarely speaks only responding to those she feels comfortable with. She is wise beyond her years with a brilliant intelligence and a thirst for knowledge. She may look timid and easily intimidated, but do not be fooled by her appearance for appearance is only skin deep. She is fierce, valiant, and courageous in battle and in life. She is one that takes time to reflect on many things, though she does not let it cloud her judgement. Somehow, she seems to hide who she truly is from everyone, even herself. [B]Other-[/B] She carries around her neck a silver chain that holds a clear orb that somehow imitates the weather and Zephyra's mood. She also carries with her a ring created from a Yuuzhang Vong priestess who had become an outcast during the Pre-empire Jedis order. [B]Final Question-[/B] It was neither good nor bad, just a mere way of putting down some rules.[/size][/color][/center]

[size=1][color=#C82356]?[i]Verdammen jene hund[/i]. I swear my brother fends for that dog more than he fends for himself. Pity, it really is. Though, it has come to the point where I cannot even punish that mutt any longer.? With a sigh, Alyssa went on with searching for a new outfit to wear for the evening. She chose to wear her black pinstripe business suit with black heels and her black baseball gloves that were altered to create it into cat-like claws with retracting nails about six inches long, only to set it apart that she wasn?t all business. She then finished it off with a bit of eyeliner that lined the edge of her eyelid and the bottom of them as well, then finally covering them with her black sunglasses. A knock came from the double doors of Alyssa?s room. She opened it and there was Wolfgang, leaning on his cane. She knew it was nearly time for them to leave their humble abode, yet she felt incomplete and as soon as she stepped out of her doors, realized what she had forgotten. She ran back in and grabbed the Schwarz Heimgang, as well as the pair of Desert Eagle Mark XIX handguns that she carries with her in public. ?Ready, dear sister?? With one look in her eye, Wolfgang knew not to question her further. Alyssa was more than ready for the occasion. She had questions in mind that no man would dare to ask or even to answer. Far be it, these were questions that were in the back of everyone?s minds, but only Alyssa was bold enough to ask and want answers for there cannot be secrets or lies within their group for Mephistopheles could use it to their disadvantage and cause a rift. ?Let the games begin, dear brother.?[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]Fear ran throughout the train as if they were all going to die. It gave pleasure to see them scurry and run for their lives, trying to figure a way out, when the reality was, no one was dying and no one was hurt. Kaishi walked through the crowd with ease until she came to Riko, her partner. Kneeling beside Riko, Kaishi had pushed the other people away and took Riko into her arms, searching a quiet place. She then disappeared once more into thin air and found herself in a private car where no one had been. She checked her accomplice's pulse, opened her eyelids to look for any signs of dilation, and then smelt a chemical upon her nose and mouth, realizing that this ice queen had taken in an amount of chloroform. [B]"What shall we do with you, my young ami?"[/B] Sounds of screams and ruckus were heard from the other cars. Lady Kaishi looked around until she felt a hand on hers. [B]"You're awake, Yuki-Onna." "What about the Transporters and the Disposal? Where are they?" "Calm yourself, young one. We haven't been able to obtain the package, though I'm sure they're on this train still. They've caused quite a chaos but I've yet to show Raiyuu who he is dealing with."[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]Well, this should be quite interesting. I have my dear friend, ULX, to torture. [B]Username-[/B] Your username indicates that you are a fan of Bloody Roar. More importantly, you have liking to the character named Unborn Lord Xion, who is, might I add, an incredible character. And seeing that you like this deviant character, you have a fascination for fighting and apathy. [B]Custom Title-[/B] Having the chance to RP with you, I have read, firsthand, that you are definitely the Lord of everything that is chaotic and dark. You have a knack for destruction, apocalyptic situations, and whatnot. It also says that you despise everything that is and will be. [B]Avatar/ Banner-[/B] A silver haired bishie with the words "Who could resist this face?" From what I have managed to get to know, you are one who is enigmatic, a face that changes every so often depending on the situation. A puzzling character that shows only what he chooses to show, yet playful in his own way. [B]Signature-[/B] You are quite the lover of silver, if not obsessed. You have created a banner of silver, an RPS of silver, and a group of silver. You have even managed to tame the color of silver into your posts. THe fact that you put silver in practically everythings says just that, you love silver. Now, for the Silver Sadists, which I am happily a member of. You chose the name Xion because he is definitely a Lord of Silver with sadistic ways. You created this group to show the people the alternate views of each character that the members chose. And finally, just below the Silver Sadists is your lover, Delacroix. It has been nearly 3 months since the two of you have found each other, quite nice actually. You are, dare I say, madly in love with her? [B]Result-[/B] You are a puzzling, punked-out guy who has a knack for being sadistic, a stoic (maybe), a lover, to very few- a friend, but to many- an enemy, and have an OCD for silver (not necessarily an OCD, but close enough, I suppose.) Although, I believe that did nothing near justice to you, my good friend.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]The chase wasn't at all what Kaishi had thought it to be, it was mere child's play. She then stopped and disappeared without a sound or trace, making the transporter look behind him. He stopped and looked around, knowing that she was bound to be around. [B]"What? Getting tired already?" "Not likely, Raiyuu-san."[/B] From behind, Lady Kaishi was able to throw a psychic punch that threw Raiyuu off balance and caused him to stumble on his feet, allowing Kaishi to sweep him off of his feet, making him land on his back. [B]"You, on the other hand, are tiring me with this charade." "Then let me interest you in a new game... 52 knife pick-up."[/B] The transporter's hands dug inside his jacket and threw out several knives that aimed for Kaishi, who was ready and disappeared from sight. The two characters were both out of sight, both being alert of the other, trying to calculate each other's moves, when they knew that neither of them knew what the other would do next. [B]"Give it up, Raiyuu-san! We both know that hiding will not solve anything!" "On the contrary, Lady Kaishi, it just might."[/B] Silence hung in the air as Lady Kaishi listened for Raiyuu's footsteps or any sign that Raiyuu was there. There was none and Lady Kaishi revealed herself from atop the roof and jumped into a car. She looked around and straightened herself, knowing that Riko would be in need of help.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356][B]Name-[/B] Alyssa Faustus [B]Age-[/B] 21 [B]Gender-[/B] Female [B]Nationality-[/B] German [B]Appearance-[/B] Alyssa is a woman of great beauty, grace, elegance, and aristocracy. Her ivory skin is accentuated by her carnation lips and pale green eyes that sparkle a bit of gold when in sunlight. Her chocolate brown hair falls past her shoulders to her elbows, giving volume and lifting her face, intensifying her eyes and adding a glow to her. To purify it even further, Alyssa possesses a flawless face that has not one scar or points of acne or anything of the like. Upon her face, she rarely wears make-up; perhaps only on a special occasion would she wear a bit of eye make-up and lip gloss. Matching her faultless face, Alyssa maintains a curvaceous and limber body that comments her mildly built body that allows her to eat as constant as she wishes and never gaining a pound, nor does she have to work to keep her body frame and type. Her slim legs stand in elegant shoes that clip against the floors, her slender arms and piano-like hands hang beside her body as she walks. Her face gently sits atop her slightly broad shoulders and is decorated with nothing but a silver chain that keeps a silver cross in the middle of a circle, almost as if it were a bell. She also wears black men's sunglasses that she wears constantly and several rings around her colored nails. There has never been a day that Alyssa does not have a color upon her nails. In appearance, this young woman seems to act and look older than her brother, when in fact, the real wild child lives within Alyssa Faustus. Yet, in public, Alyssa likes to give a certain order and show a sense of sophistication, and to show that, she wears women's business suits in any dark and sensuous color and in stripes or solid styles, along with that, she may, occasionally, wear cocktail dresses in, once again, dark and sensuous colors that come with either regular gloves or full gloves. If that does not suffice her, she chooses to wear silky camisoles, corsets, or any sort of blouse that catches her eye. [B]Weapons-[/B] Being a user of dark magic, Alyssa?s only device to further her craft is through whatever she may get her hands on. If her limited use of magic isn?t enough, she tends to carry with her an Asiatic weapon, either hidden or seen, as well as other various weapons. She may be skilled and learnt well in holding a weapon, as well as martial arts along with over styles of fighting. Should these fail, the Faustus girl relies on the uncommon and strong bond that she shares with her brother, the black hawk that follows her relentlessly, the ways of the kunoichi, and a weapon unlike any other that allows only a Faustus to hold, what is called, the Schwarz Heimgang- black death. It is ultimately more than one weapon, but disguised to look as a mere kanzashi pin. [B]Skills-[/B] For quite some time, Alyssa has had a limit use of abilities in dark magic. She is quite skilled, even if her dark magic isn't great. She is also heightened in her senses, endurance, tolerance, stamina, strength, and speed. It is quite a spectacular sight for though she may be small, she has quite the power to make up for it. She also has extraordinary skills in stealth, tracking, marksmanship, and various other human abilities. It isn't unusual to see her holding a blade or some sort of Asian weapon in her hand, for she has taken interest in their weapons. [B]Personality-[/B] Eccentric to the point of ultimate evil, perhaps she is, perhaps she's not. Though everyone knows that she is one who stays true to her belief and her mission, whatever it may be. Should anyone stand in her way, they shall receive a vexed woman who dislikes all who wish to do her away. Though she may be "deranged" and psychotic, as most say, she is clearly in her right mind and the sanest that she had ever been. She is filled with knowledge and wisdom, as well as loyalty and truth, but also filled with curiosity and much trouble. She has a tendency to shoot her sharp tongue filled with sarcastic words when it isn't needed, at other times, shoot her fists when it isn't needed either. Unintentionally, Alyssa usually gets into trouble and most of the time, her blunt truth and vicious ways are what put her there. It is her brother that must save her from these situations before it gets any worse. Should anyone see themselves in a bout with Alyssa, they would fear her for anger does not have its limits in her. Emotions run astray within this child, never ceasing to stop. It is what makes Alyssa herself, almost as if it was a generator for her body and mind, as well as her soul. Most normal people would have slight dementia which would slowly erode their brain, but not Alyssa. How strange is it to see that her emotions do not control her, that she controls them, which is what she does at times, control those around her without even understanding how. This Faustus child may look a woman, but beneath that girlish exterior is a beast waiting to escape and return to the surface, ripping apart the fascist look that conceals her. That does not mean that she has a liking of playing with men. Even though she won't dare get into bed with them, it wouldn't mean that she would make them feel as if they were loved and stomp on their heart afterwards. She saves herself for one man, though that man has not yet come forward. Albeit, Alyssa has strict morals and beliefs, she has rules she adheres to and will not break any of them for any reason, unless family is in danger. [B]Character Snippet-[/B] [B]"Holly! Quiet down!"[/B] In the house of Faustus lived a man, a woman, and a dog. They were not wed, nor were the engaged, but merely blood related. Their names were Wolfgang Bernard Faustus and Alyssa Faustus, two intelligent children bent on destroying the dark creature that the woman's brother had released. It was a mild spring day where the wind breezed when there was no cloud in sight and the sun was spotted, though heat could not be felt. It was such a beautiful day for practice, except for the infernal racket that the dog was creating. [B]"Holly! I can't concentrate."[/B] She sighed when the dog came to her side. [B]"Over there."[/B] Immediately, Holly went over and laid down in the shade underneath the tree, allowing Alyssa to concentrate on her magic. Several small fires appeared on the tips of her fingers as she closed her eyes; they soon engulfed her hand, creating what looked like a bladed hand of fire. In a swift movement, Alyssa was able to cut through the stacks of brick in front of her with ease. Smoke had slightly rose from the broken parts of brick, when a chuckle was heard. She looked to see who it was and saw her brother. Though Alyssa had a knack for the dark magic, she could never surpass her brother in what she practiced. [B]"Excellent. Keep it up and soon the dark magic may compliment you, maybe even bend to your will." "Too late for that, dear brother. The dark magic is bending just as we speak. And you? How goes the strive to obtain the other four elements?"[/B] Without a word, Wolfgang presented to his younger sister what he had been learning. A single rose was created from the ground and given to Alyssa, then slowly deteriorating back to nothing. [B]"Impressive."[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356][B]Name-[/B] Tori "The Reaper" Parker [B]Physical Attributes-[/B] Gender- Female Age- 32 Height- 5'7 Weight- 110 [B]Appearance-[/B] Tori Parker stands at the height of 5'7" with alabaster skin that glows with a rosy hue, gleaming black hair that falls to her shoulder blades and is pulled back in a ponytail, eyes of emerald that sparkle when she smiles her crest white teeth. Her skin, her face, her body was flawless, without a fault. It was almost as if she was blessed by the goddess Aphrodite for she could have seduced a thousand men with only her body, yet she did nothing of the sort. Her body was slightly muscular with definitions showing here and there. It was lean and limber like a dancer's, yet strong and toned like a sports woman. Everything balanced in her, nothing was too small nor too big, nor was it wide or thin, just balanced. Tori's sophisticated style shows the world who she is and how she will be, whether or not they accept her. Her suits, her pants, the shirts, everything was exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. In her eyes, nothing was ugly nor was it pretty, merely the style that caught her eye would be what she wore. [B]Personality-[/B] A lawyer with a quick wit and a sharp tongue, as well as a mind filled with knowledge and facts, laws and orders. Tori was a person who was for and against everything, contradicting everything she would hear and see until the known facts would help her lead to the conclusion. She always questioned everything, no matter what the case or person. Throughout her years as a lawyer, all saw that when Tori walked into the room, she brought a sense of terror yet a fragrant of tranquility with her. She brought with her brains and brawns, along with a mellow yet wild persona. She was the antithesis of everything that people would say. All in all, Tori was a questionable, engimatic character who just so happened to be a stoic that had a lot going for her. [B]Bomb-[/B] Failure, dishonesty, and abuse. Tori is an enigmatic stoic who happens to be a stickler for perfection. To her, failure was not in her dictionary, it wasn't even a word. Should she fail, it would break her down and make her realize that she needed to work harder than before. Then comes dishonesty, an immoral act in Tori's eyes, something that makes her cringe and explode. Truth is all she wants to hear, no lies, no deceptions, just the truth. After dishonesty comes abuse, the third bombshell that makes Tori want to beat the living daylight out of anyone that happens to show this action. It didn't matter whether or not it her being abused, if she saw abuse, then the person giving it deserved a punishment. These three things isn't out of fear, but of hatred and just simple thought. [B]Snippit-[/B] [B]"Mr. McSwain, can you explain to us what this picture is of?"[/B] In the courtroom of Judge Armen Muldahey was twelve jurors, a defense lawyer, Judge Armen Muldahey, and attorney at law, Tori Parker. The case at hand was Kidnapping 2, Rape, and Attempted Murder. The person being charged was Allen McSwain and the woman that Tori was representing was Heather Yales, a 23-year-old medical student who was kidnapped by Allen McSwain. The picture that Tori was showing to Allen was a picture of Heather in the back seat of a 1995 Honda Civic, where she was tied, gagged, and blindfolded. [B]"Remember, Mr. McSwain, you swore an oath to tell the truth, so please share us your knowledge of this picture. Is this Heather Yales in the back of your 1995 Honda Civic?" "Well, first of all, that ain't Heather. Second of all, that's not my car. And third, I don't own a camera. So I have no idea in hell what you're talking about."[/B] Nodding, Tori returned to her desk and grabbed a video, putting the picture down. [B]"Alright then, do you admit to having a video recorder?" "Yeah. My uncle got it for me for my 18th birthday, said he wanted me to record my memories." "Now, in my hand I hold Exhibit F, a video recording from the day Ms. Yales was taken until the the police had found her. If it would please the court, I would like to show this video." "Proceed counselor."[/B] As soon as the video went into play, Allen McSwain began to move nervously in his seat, Tori could see this from the corner of her eye as she stood near her client. There were gasps and murmurs in the background as the audience watched the video. It had shown Allen molesting Heather as she began to cry, it had shown Allen forcing Heather to have sex with him, it had shown everything that Allen McSwain said he did not do. The video stopped and the lights turned on, while Allen cleared his throat nervously and Tori Parker approached him once more. [B]"Mr. McSwain, I will ask you again, was Heather Yales in the back seat of a 1995 Honda Civic, gagged, tied, and blindfolded?" "Yeah. But she said she wanted this." "Your witness."[/B] Heather held onto Tori's hand as she sat back down, fiery eyes burned a hole into soul, or what's left of a soul, of Allen McSwain. His dream would soon become his nightmare and to come for his head was Tori, the reaper.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]Ah, my loverly sister. What I percieve you to be? Hmm, let us see. [B]Mad Hatter[/B]- My dear, dear sister. Your username is Mad Hatter, who is an eccentric character from the manga that you read, as well as love, called Angel Sanctuary. In yourself is a bit of Mad Hatter, someone who is humourous, yet crazy, but in a good kind of way. (I've always wondered where I had gotten my OB craziness from and I believe it to be you.) Your name has a flair for humor, insanity, and maybe, as ULX said, nostaligia. "Manic Queen of Depression" would mean that you are a person who is known to be a respected person who is, not by choice or chance, a bit on the side of psychoism. (Even is that isn't a word.) Belial, the one who has a liking towards a sort of distorted humour. You seem dark and mysterious, playful perhaps, sort of a "Come and play if you dare." The fact that you make your own banners and avatars says that you are one who will take initiative, but will also ask for help. You are a proud member of HORNY- Happy Organization of Really Nerdy Youths. S+A is a picture of two of the characters in Angel Sanctuary, a brother and sister, and for quite some time you and Metatron, our brother, were married. Then you have found ^.^, your twin I believe, and then Drix D'Zanth. (I know I murdered the spelling, I apologize.) You are a social butterfly who is a dreamer with the worst intentions, if I may say. All in all, you are my sister and though we may be different, I'll always admire you and look up to you. You are, after all, the one who has chosen me to be a sister of yours, picked me up when I was falling, and after all, backed me up in many situations. ^_^. Therefore, your style is unique and unprecedented by many things.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]The blonde accomplice was quite girlish, something that Lady Kaishi would never be. It appealed to her and it gave her interest in her partner, which was why Kaishi was patient with Riko for Riko, herself, intrigued Kaishi. The two were different in appearance, in personality, in everything, though they only had one thing in common and that common was their job as a recoverer. There was much disguised in the air, although it couldn't be seen, Kaishi could feel that the other teams lurked about, trying to gain insight on what the recovery service would do. Albeit, Kaishi knew this, she was nonchalant about it and went on her way to take the package from the transporters. [B]"Do you think they'll give up the package willingly?" "Only if they know what is good for them, my young [i]ami[/i]."[/B] In Kaishi's thoughts, she knew that the Transporters would do no such thing as giving it up, they knew not the words. Yet, she knew that somehow it would be in the hands of the Recoverers by force or by will.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]"Damn, I hate traffic." An imported Nissan Skyline with American modifications sat on the highway that neared the hotel she was supposed to stay at. Its coat was charcoal gray with black trim running along the sides of the car, a dark gray GT Wing sitting atop the trunk of the car, along with black leather interior and black floormats with Erica's famous insignia shown upon it. Her car was notorious in car shows, as well as in yearly races. The car's engine wasn't as horrendous sounding as other cars sounded. It had a cat's purr and a gentle roar when the engine quickened. The mufflers, at times, silenced the engine and when the car screeched, there lay only tracks, sound was unheard. She called it her pride and joy, one of the many things she's worked for. Eyes followed her car as she passed by on the freeway, now nearing the street that lead to the hotel, which she finally came upon. Erica parked her car and grabbed her belongings and walked into the hotel. People automatically knew her from the pictures and the stories they spoke of on the news and in the papers. "Hello. I was reserved a room in one of the suites you have." Remembering what her boss had said, Erica pulled out paper that filled out the information she needed. "Here, this might help you." The clerk eyed her carefully, he was suspicious of her for she looked she was a mere 16-year-old. He took the paper and laid it out and suddenly recognized the name. "Welcome to The Magnolia, Ms. Lee. Here is the paperwork and your key. Would you like a bellboy to help you with your bags?" Smiling, Erica took the key and shook her head politely. "No, no. I'm fine, thank you. Have a nice day." [center]_____________[/center] Sighing, Erica walked to the bar that was in the room. She rummaged through, looking for something to drink, though nothing appealed to her. She then stood and walked, then stood once again. She had wondered what would be happening at this point. She rummaged through her clothes and took out her silky, black halter top along a pair of jeans and black high heels. Erica then laid out her clothes on the bed and walked to the bathroom, readying herself for a shower. After a few minutes, she emerged from the steam and twisted her hair to release the water. She dried herself and put her clothes on, then applied make-up, giving herself smoky eyes to match her clothing. Some would say she was a high maitenance girl, while others thought her vain, and most would say she was an asian girl, when those who knew her would say that she was less than maitenance, it was as if she had a low percentage.[/size][/color]