Revelation

Charlie Bucket Parent/Guardian: Grandpa Joe. Age: 12 Vice: None. Biography: Charlie Bucket, a boy who sought out Willy Wonka only because Wonka had become the idol of his life. Appearance: (This may include Grandpa Joe's appearance too). Shall finish momentarily.

[size=1][color=#C82356]Angered, Kimiko walked out of the classroom until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She grabbed the hand and twisted it back, not knowing it was her brother that had touched her. She released his arm quickly but did not apologize for what she did. He raised an eyebrow and walked beside her, with his hands jammed into his pockets. ?[i]Okasan?s[/i] pissed off. She started screaming about your uniform before I left.? ?Good. Let her scream and rant for all I damn well care.? Kimiko did not appreciate the way her mother wanted her to be more of a girl than a boy. ?[i]Okasan[/i] can kiss Buddha?s ass for all I care. It?s not as if she?s tried to make me wear my uniform before.? Kimiko rummaged through her pockets and realized her yo-yo was missing. ?[i]KUSO[/i]!? Surprised, Koji looked to Kimiko. She had stopped and turned around, walking the other way. ?What happened?? He shouted to her, though she kept walking on back to the classroom. ?KIMIKO!? With clenched fists, Kimiko bumped into a boy who wore glasses. She turned around and looked him up and down, then disregarded the action that she had put, until someone had turned her by force. Kimiko then looked this person up and down, watching the movement she used. She then knew this girl to be the other tomboy of the school. ?Instead of being an [i]ama[/i], why don?t you try apologizing?? ?Let?s say I did and not.? Kimiko turned to walk into the classroom but was quickly pulled back by the girl again. She was then held back by the boys, who knew that she couldn?t afford to do anything that week. The girl didn?t listen and quickly leaped towards Kimiko, but was stopped by Koji. ?Leave my sister alone.? Koji had said with a rough tone, while Kimiko snickered in the background. He turned swiftly and gave her an evil eye. ?Apologize.? His sister did nothing of the sort until she could feel her brother?s glare deepening into her mind. ?Sorry for bumping into you, kid.? She cursed underneath her breath, calling her brother an idiot and walked into the classroom, grabbing her yo-yo. Kimiko flung it towards Koji but was skilled enough not to hit him. He grabbed the yo-yo and pulled it towards him, yanking Kimiko?s hand. She followed suit and cursed more, knowing her brother would either lecture her or something along the lines of telling her that her ways are not good for the new school. Kimiko merely sighed as she rolled the string back into her yo-yo and smirked, knowing that girl would be a good challenge, though she would not be a rival, as of yet.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]?We need a little help here, Morpheus, daer!? Persephone growled. ?My pleasure.? Morpheus held a hand towards the jet-black stag and sent an illusive power towards it. This created multiple hallucinations of the stag. The Cyclops soon became confused and began to destroy the stags, though they returned each time he did. ?Would that be of some help, Persephone?? ?Quite.? Persephone watched as Morpheus walked towards her. ?You have a great talent, Morpheus. I wonder why you haven?t used it against the other gods.? ?There isn?t much to take from the others. I can use their powers against them, though it would be difficult.? They watched the stags destroy the Cyclops, though he wasn?t going down without a fight. ?Aer Restituo.? From Morpheus? mind came the lightning bolts of Zeus and he hurled them at the Cyclops. ?That reminds me, where is Hades? I haven?t seen him much lately. His reincarnate is quite hard to find, is it not??[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]?Why the hell am I here anyways? I have no reason. Shit, I?m leaving.? Nessa walked back to the nurse?s office and saw a girl collapsed on the floor. It wasn?t her business to care about others, though this girl seemed as if she was beaten and this was something that Nessa despised when it was in her school. She walked to the girl and tapped her on the shoulder; the girl shuddered and looked up. ?What do you want? Go away.? ?So, who gave you the black eye?? The girl sighed and cried a bit more. It was hard for her and it seemed that it was difficult for her to say anything. ?Alright. I guess you don?t want to talk. I?m not used to talking to people, so I?m going to go. Hope whoever did this gets their ass kicked. See you later.? The nurse came out and took care of the girl. She saw Nessa and exhaled deeply, knowing that Nessa constantly walked out of school without a pass. She went back to taking care of the girl as Nessa just walked away. She couldn?t stop the girl from leaving, nor could she stop her from learning. It wasn?t her place to say anything at all. ?Damn bitches.? A small scratch was shown at the side of her bike and it had gotten to Nessa?s last nerve. She then heard giggling near the school entrance. She turned and crossed her arms across her chest. ?Does your bike have a scratch on it?? The first girl to speak was a cheerleader named Alison. She was the team captain and a slut who?s slept with half of the school population, female and male alike. Alison and her group of cheerleader friends walked down towards Nessa, wearing their skimpy clothing and holding onto their Louis Vuitton bags. They stepped in sync, walking their drama queen walk, smacking their gum as they did. They got face to face with Nessa and stood there, snickering. ?I wonder who gave your bike that scratch.? The second girl to open her mouth was Carla, another cheerleader that Nessa despised. The third to speak was Sherlie, the dumbest and most gullible of the cheerleaders. ?Shit, I wish someone put that scratch on you. I think it?d go nice with your style.? Nessa began to laugh with the girls; she then stood with a smirk on her face. ?Is it true that your nose is fake, Sherlie? Because I think it?s growing!? Sherlie gasped and touched her nose, taking out her mirror and looking at her plastic nose. ?Wow, so it is true. Cheerleaders are the dumbest of the social ladder.? ?Are you sure that bitches like you aren?t the dumbest?? Alison was now pointing her fake nails at Nessa?s face. ?Now, now, Alison. There?s no need to be mad at me when it was your boyfriend that was in my bed last night. And, I?ve got to tell you, he?s not as big as he thinks he is. Anyways, you guys are a waste of my time, get out of my face.? The cheerleaders all gasped as they watched Nessa turn around. Alison then pulled back Nessa by her hair and this put Nessa to a boiling point. She stepped away from her bike and kicked Alison in the face, breaking her nose. The other girls backed away as Alison held onto her nose, the blood flowing down to the ground. ?Touch me again and I?ll break more than your nose.? Fixing her hair, Nessa put on her helmet and got on her bike. She kicked the stand and flipped off the girls as she rode out of the parking lot. [i] Watch as the room rocks Mentally moonwalk Mixed media slang Banging in your boom box verbal violence Lyrical stylist In a time when rock hip hop rhymes are childish You can?t tempt me with rhymes that are empty Rapping to a beat doesn?t make you an emcee With your lack of skill and facility You?re killing me And a DJ in the group just for credibility I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes You?re not an emcee if someone else writes your lines And rapping over rock doesn?t make you a pioneer Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years But now they?re getting randomly mixed and matched up All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck So how does it stack up? None of it?s real You want to be an emcee you?ve got to study the skill Who can rock a rhyme like this? Bring it to you every time like this? [2x] Step, step up, step, step up So you pick up a pen and write yourself a new identity But mentally you don?t have the hip hop energy With a tendency to make up stories Sounding like the only hip hop you?ve heard is top 40 And your record company is completely missing it All the kids are dissing it for not being legitimate So in a battle you can't hack it React with whack shit And get smacked with verbal back flips Get your ass kicked by fabulous battle catalysts It's taken decades for emcees to establish this You?re new to hip hop and welcome if your serious But not on the mic Leave that to the experienced (Using the waves of sound the true master paralyzes his opponents, leaving him vulnerable to attack) Who can rock a rhyme like this? Bring it to you every time like this? [2x] Step, step up, step, step up (After years of pain staking research by the world's leading sound scientists, we here at the sound institute have invented a reliable audio weapons system. Actual movement of musical sound in space used to carefully attack and neutralize the cellular structure of the human body, and the question must be asked.) Who can rock a rhyme like this? Bring it to you every time like this? [2x] Step, step up, step, step up[/i][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]A car flipped past Xenos as he walked on towards his car. He stopped as it rushed past him and when he looked to what had caused the car to fly by, it was a Cyclops. They were known for their destructive acts and idiocy. They weren?t to keen on fighting nor were they too keen on handling their anger. [B]Shall we, Xenos?[/B] [i]We shall, Morpheus.[/i] Xenos stood in the path of the Cyclops. It roared and picked up a large SUV, throwing it towards Xenos; though the Cyclops did not realize that Xenos was the reincarnate of Morpheus, god of dreams. The car landed a few feet behind him and Xenos stood there smirking. He looked to the Cyclops and concentrated on him mind, searching for a point that stuck out. Underneath his breath, he mumbled a spell. ?Cassus Visum.? The Cyclops? growling had ceased to a mere grunt when Xenos cast his spell. He took control of the Cyclops and positioned it to fight against the second Cyclops that appeared. ?Attack.? The two Cyclops began to fight each other, trying to destroy each other before the other could. Xenos stood there, controlling each movement the Cyclops made and behind him he could feel someone watching. He turned and saw it to be the girl he had bumped into. Her aura was strong and a strange power enveloped her. He couldn?t place what it was until he saw that she was the reincarnate of Persephone, goddess of the underworld and daughter of Demeter. Still smirking, Xenos watched as the two Cyclops fell. The Cyclops that he was controlling had been destroyed and it had meant that he would have to fight the second one. Chuckling, Xenos held onto the medallion around his neck and concentrated his energy into the medallion, to strengthen it so that he may defeat the Cyclops, except the Cyclops had gotten to him and threw him against a building. The girl watched as Xenos was slammed against a building, though she could not see whether or not he was alright. In her eyes, she believes that he was hit, though Xenos had studied the art of ninjitsu and was able to be swift in his actions. In a fury of anger, Xenos stood in the dust, though he did not appear as himself. He appeared as a dark man with ravenous black hair, darkening eyes, and a dark personality to match him. His clothing seemed to be from the Greek myths, a black covering his body with decorative trimmings lining his robe. This was the Greek god, Morpheus. OOC: Tag Paertakarka.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]Standing outside of the classroom, Kimiko waited for her brother to appear. Though she knew he would be arriving fashionably late, as he would say. She looked to her watch and then inside the classroom. Several of the students had already spoken and it seemed that it was her turn to speak. The teacher walked outside and urged her in, asking her to speak. Kimiko defied him and slapped away his hand. He then stood there pleading that she spoke so that they could start class. The class saw that there was one new student who was not seen. She did not wear the school uniform that was given to her and all gasped. The boys in the class snickered or nodded and spoke as if she was going to be popular, the girls gossiped and gasped. Kimiko did not care either way; she was at school under the orders of her mother and father. She played with her yo-yo and chewed on her gum. ?Watashi wa Misturagi Kimiko. My cousin is Liari Denethol; I have a twin brother by the name of Koji. I hate school and I hate authority. I despise preppy girls who think they own the school and everyone in it, I despise boys who think they can get into any girls? pants, and I definitely despise those who wish to hurt my friends and family emotionally, physically, or mentally.? Everyone sat there wide-eyed. No one has ever spoken in that manner before, except for Hitomi who was known for her temperamental personality. The teacher looked on in wide-eyed amazement. He was not exactly accustomed to this sort of behavior. ?Uh, thank you... Kimiko-san. Please sit.? Kimiko walked to where Liari was and sat behind her. She took a glance around the room and picked out how each student acted. She was observant and aware of her surroundings. She listened to the conversations around her and heard the names Emi and Toji, two names that would be later noted. She then was shot a glance by a girl who was sitting with a lanky boy. She knew this girl to be a tomboy by the way she glared. Kimiko merely smirked and played with her yo-yo, blaring her music in her ears as she did.[/size][/color]

[B]Name-[/B] Unknown [B]Street Name-[/B] Killa [B]Age-[/B] 27 [B]Gender-[/B] Male [B]Appearance-[/B] A tall and muscular assassin known as Killa. He stands at the height of 6?7, weighing at a fair 153 with a medium build. He is agile and strong, furtive and demanding. His broad shoulders and defined cheek bones are what makes him intimidating. Some say he looks similar to Michael Clarke Duncan, others say he looks like Will Smith, though everyone knows that Killa portrays no one but himself. Killa?s closet consists of business suits of different colors and styles. He is a man who does not like to wear clothing that are baggy and hang off of him. He wears clothing that are sensible, sophisticated, and suave. It is only when he is working out that he wears basketball shorts, a tank top, and basketball shoes. He may occasionally wear a beanie or a basketball hat, but other than that, his clothes are nothing close to what the wanna-be gangsters wear. [B]Equipment-[/B] Killa carries two Desert Eagle Mark XIX, along with a Marine Raider Bowie, a Motorola Razr v3, and a katana. He drives a navy blue Lincoln Aviator with leather interior as well as a black Ducati Super Sport 1000 DS. He has modified and customized both of his vehicles so that they fit his personality. [B]Personality-[/B] A cool, calm, and collected man who roam the streets of Manhattan. He is a stylish and sensible man who dresses the way he talks and acts. He is suave, sly, and manipulative, confusing people constantly. He rarely speaks in the slang dialect nor does he act in the childish ?gangsta? ways. He is a man who is sophisticated, level-headed, and intelligent. Sharp witted, sharp tongued, and sharp looked is who Killa is and no one has defied him yet. [B]Extract of Character-[/B] An African American man drove down the streets of Manhattan. Those who saw his car knew him to be Killa, a man known for his profession. Many men hate, worship, and fear him, many women lust and want him, while children are awed by his kindness and humble acts. When he passed by a street where the children played, a ball hit the window behind him. Everyone ran from the streets when the car door opened. Killa stood beside his car and sighed, knowing it was only a child?s play. ?Anyone lose a baseball?? Killa turned from his car and held the baseball in his hand. He looked around and a small Mexican boy came towards him, holding out his hand. Killa kneeled down to his level. ?That was some throw you got. You knocked out my window.? He handed the kid the baseball and ruffled his hair. ?Keep it up. You just might become one of the great ones.? Standing, Killa went back in his car and drove off to meet with Mike Akita, a close friend of his who leads on of the most notorious and infamous gangs in Manhattan.

[B]Name-[/B] Enyo- a name derived from the Greek goddess of war and violence [B]Age-[/B] From the time it was created, it is approximately four years old. [B]Gender-[/B] Female [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL= http://img195.exs.cx/img195/2706/candlegirl8ni.jpg]Enyo[/URL]- At the height of an even 5?, Enyo appears human. Her body is lean and slim, her voice is strong and clear, though her face shows no emotion. Her eyes are empty and somber, a musky gray glimmering in them. Her hair falls down midwaist and is a shimmering blue. [B]Power-[/B] Enyo is a lab-created being who is nearly indestructible. She was created to be bulletproof, highly intelligent, extremely strong, fast, and furtive, a great tracker, and have great stamina, stealth, and heightened senses. She was also created to have the ability to shape-shift, some psychic abilities, heal herself rapidly, camouflage to her environment, slight clairvoyance and clairaudience, and have a low band of force field. Though it may not be a power, Enyo can speak over 10 different languages and she has the power of music. The psychic abilities that Enyo possesses are teleportation, cryokinesis, pyrokinesis, geokinesis, psychometabolism- a rare ability that allows a psionic, such as Enyo, to be able to alter and control their own body; i.e.: harden skin, strengthen bones, increase adrenaline flow, etc., hydrokinesis, telepathy, telempathy- a very powerful and extremely rare ability that lets Enyo to sense emotional changes at the lower band, it also enables her to transmit and overload someone?s mind with them at the highest, telekinesis, biokinesis- a psionic ability that manipulates the natural energy of biological beings, allowing Psionicists to heal themselves, heal others, stop someone?s heart, create neural shocks, and many other talents. Her shape shifting ability is a different story whereas she was created with different alleles of DNA and given the different genomes. Currently, Enyo has found that she can transform certain body parts into different animals and beings. Though she does not know this, her power permits her to transform a full form, half form, quarter form, etc. She can also shift herself into creatures from myths and creatures from the past or even from movies. Therefore, it is supposed that Enyo can transform into creatures that she sees. The limit to this power is unknown. [B]Personality-[/B] Enyo is quiet and distant. She is an enigmatic stoic that keeps people guessing, always unpredictable in the strangest of cases. She is intelligent and knowledgeable with a sharp wit and a quick tongue. Though she is a mysterious and isolated being, Enyo can be fiery, temperamental, volatile, militant, and belligerent. She has a way of talking people down and having them fear her though she is a small girl. She may be small, but she can bring herself up to levels higher than anyone could imagine. Her innuendos and speech are far greater than any human could comprehend to. [B]Bio-[/B] There is not much known to Enyo, only that she was created in a lab. It follows a golden retriever for unknown reasons and it seems to have a deep hatred for it. Other than that, Enyo?s life is a mystery.

[size=1][color=#C82356]?Why did you not leave, Yuna? The others have left to defend their families and friends, yet you are still here, why?? A voice came from behind Yuna as she threw the butt of her cigarette. She blew out the last of her smoke and stood up straight. ?I have no one.? Yuna cracked her neck and left the chief standing where he was. She merely whispered the words she always told herself, ?I?ve never had anyone, so why start now?? Frustrated with herself, she decided to ride around Milford Sound for a while, knowing that being on her bike made her feel free and empty. It made her think of only one thing and that was the rushing adrenaline that pumped inside her body, making her want nothing and everything at the same time. She came to a stop and pulled out a smoke, but put it back into her pocket. She knew it wouldn?t do any good. She sighed and watched her reflection, but was disgusted by it and left. Upon returning, the chief still stood where he was last. He smiled when Yuna returned. There was nothing odd with his smile, just the fact that he was smiling made her feel uncomfortable. She came up to the porch and stood in front of the chief. In a situation like this, others would have many questions to ask, but Yuna was one who rarely questioned. She knew that the answers would come in due time, whether they came during her death or they came before. It didn?t matter, she would know anyways. ?Chief, is there anything else that I can do at this point?? ?Yes, there is. Lani wants you to go to the Montreal International Airport. Meet her there at the lounge. I believe she has news for you.? Yuna cracked her neck once more and left, riding on her bike, away from the cabin, towards the liking of fights, blood, and pain. [center]_______________________[/center] Walking into the airport, Yuna had a reason to be cautious. She had a feeling that a collector may pop up out of nowhere and try to take the spirits that were in their tattoos. She was wary, yet casual. She walked in sense of guard but was informally at peace. She soon found the girl that they called Lani and two others with her. She stood close enough to hear slight conversations, but far enough so that she didn?t feel the need to throw one of them up against a wall. Lani looked at Yuna and found it odd that she stood there, almost nonchalantly. She wondered whether or not her collector destroyed her family, yet she didn?t want to ask, fearing her head would get bitten off by a rabid Yuna.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]"Monsieur Adamant, vous avez une coup de téléphone one ligne trois." The sound of a woman's voice entered the room in Xenos' office. He sighed and returned the reply, telling her to transfer them to his room. He watched the red light flash and picked up the phone, disliking speaking to people when he cannot confront them. "Moshi moshi?" was his reply, nothing more. He wasn't too formal on the phone conversations nor was he too keen on speaking through the computer as well, unless it was for company use. "Konbanwa, Xenos-kun." A female's voice flowed from the other end of the phone into Xenos' ear. It was a voice that had been long gone, yet never forgotten. "Ogenki desu ka?" "Hello to you, too, Helena. To answer your question, I am in Japan, as if you didn't know. But my question to you is, what is this phone call regarding?" "Always on to business." Helena chuckled a bit and where Xenos could not see, she smiled slyly. "Perhaps you?d like to have dinner with me tonight at 7:00?" "Gomen nasai, but if you are trying to get back with me, then I refuse to speak any further. Good day, Helena." With that, Xenos hung up the phone, knowing he did a good thing. He did not want to hurt Helena nor did he want to be hurt by her. Feeling restless, Xenos needed to go out and release some stress, though he did not know how. Perhaps a drink at a club or a bar would suffice, but then again, perhaps not. He sighed and walked out of his office, telling his secretary that he was leaving for the night and that she should leave early as well. He got into his car and drove for hours, searching a place to sit and reminisce or perhaps just wash away the emotions that welled up inside of him. He soon found the right spot, a bar that was well known for its quaint place, yet also for its high priced drinks. Walking in, Xenos sat near the bartender and asked for scotch. He drank it quick and felt the liquid rush through his body, quickly followed by another and another, until he no longer felt the need to drink. He sighed and paid the bartender, giving him tip as well. Xenos appreciated the bartender and knew him well, yet not well enough to befriend him. Xenos walked out of the bar, as he did, he nearly bumped into someone on the street. His vision was not blurred nor was he too drunk to notice anything. He was merely searching his pockets for the plain silver ring that was supposed to be on his right middle finger. "I'm sorry. Are you ok?" Xenos looked up to the voice that spoke to him and found himself looking at a beautiful girl. He was dazed at her beauty, especially her eyes. They amazed him and they sparkled like gems in the nightsky.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]The roar of a [URL= http://img130.exs.cx/img130/631/yamahayzfr19eb.jpg]Yamaha YZF-R1[/URL] sounded as Nessa rode into the parking lot of Maple Creek High. She stopped in her usual spot and took off her helmet, placing it in the cabinet under the seat of her bike. She sighed and walked towards the school but stopped to take out a cigarette. It was a daily routine for her and it calmed her nerves before she entered the school. Nessa walked towards the school grounds only to find that she didn't have any more cigarettes. She saw a girl who threw a pack of cigarettes to a boy. She started up towards the two and looked to the boy. "Hey, got a smoke?" The boy looked to Nessa and handed her a cigarette. "Thanks." "You need a light?" Nessa shook her head and pulled out her chrome lighter. It was customized with the word Pyro on each side with the true color of fire, which is blue, lighting the cigarette. Nodding to the boy and girl who sat on the bench, Nessa walked off towards the school, puffing the cigarette in her mouth as she did. She finished the cigarette as soon as she got to the doors and stomped on the butt with the tip of her foot before entering the door. Growling, she knew she had to go to the office for her Advil, since the school had taken it from her because it was supposedly "unsafe" for her. Two girls and a boy sat on the cot as Nessa walked in. She knew the boy to be Johnny, a boy she had a class with. He was quiet, reserved, the exact opposite of her, which was why she liked him and befriended him. He needed someone to help him through high school and she needed someone to look after, since no one was around. Johnny caught Nessa's eye before she left, he knew it meant "get to class before I skin you." It had also meant that she didn't want him to be in trouble, yet there was no trouble for him to be in. Once Nessa walked out, she popped a couple of Advil's into her mouth and swallowed them as if they were candy. She closed her eye for a moment when a girl bumped into her. "Excuse me! Watch where you're going next time, hoe!" The sudden sound of this girl's voice and the word that was attached to the sentence she spoke made Nessa stop in her tracks and grab the girl. "Hey, get off of me!" "Listen to me, you little crap-eater, if I ever catch you walking my way again, I'll cut your tongue out and shove it down your throat, do you understand me?" The girl merely scoffed as she tried to push Nessa's hand away. "Piss me off again and I promise that I will cut your tongue out." Nessa walked away clenching her fists, she needed to release the anger within her and she needed to release it fast. The only way was to listen to music, go back and show the girl that she meant business, focus her anger into her writing or art or whatnot, or punch a solid object and watch it shatter or break. The only choice that was available to her was to punch the school mirror in the girls' bathroom. Walking in, she saw that no one was occupying the stalls. It wasn't that she cared about who was in the stalls, but more that she didn't want to have anything to do with people at the moment. The moment that Nessa got in front of the mirror, she breathed heavily for a few seconds before sending her left fist flying straight into the mirror, bending her arm slightly at the elbow so as not to damage the joint. It cracked, yet it didn't do her good. She needed to watch it shatter, meaning she had to punch it once more. The glass broke through and several pieces flew. Smirking, Nessa walked out of the bathroom and went to class. Blood was slightly dripping from her fist, but it wasn't severe enough so that she had to go see the nurse. She liked the sight of blood and she liked the feeling of pain, it was something she enjoyed, something no one understood.[/size][/color]

[B]Name-[/B] Captain Dartanian Lier [B]Age-[/B] 32 [B]Gender-[/B] Male [B]Position-[/B] Captain of the Guards [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL= http://img24.exs.cx/img24/757/lantis2ee.jpg]Dartanian[/URL] [B]Personality-[/B] A loyal Captain who shows valor and dignity. He lets nothing stand in his way of duty nor does he allow insolence in his guards. He is a man who?s duty to is to protect and serve those who are higher than he and treasures life above anything else. Strong hearted and strong minded are two of the most important characteristics that Dartanian possesses. It is these that make him who he is now. [B]Bio-[/B] The Lier lineage has been with the Primrose family for ages and they have always served them with nobility and loyalty, never falling and rebelling. Their work is the best known throughout the kingdoms, feared by many and praised by all. Their ways are mysterious and passed down from generation to generation. They are the ones who train those who wish to become a guard, allowing them to spar to their best abilities, teaching them as they progress, helping them up as they fall. Since Dartanian was a young child, he was trained to take over the place of Captain when his father would pass. It was his duty to protect the king and his family, letting no harm come their way. Now it is his job to transport Prince Oran and Princess Poppy to Westwood Kingdom, though he knows not what the roads will bring, he is ready for anything.

[B]Name-[/B] Panther [B]Age-[/B] 37 [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img131.exs.cx/img131/7687/duolon0lc.jpg]Panther[/URL] [B]Personality-[/B] Panther is a man of creativity, style, and secrecy. He is one who brings depth into the shallow, the light into the dark, the color into the dull. Some would call him a madman, while others call him a god. He, himself, calls himself only a man of philosophy and life, searching for the answers to an everlasting remedy for the terrors that it brings. To him, honesty, truth, valor, and loyalty are what he seeks in his followers. Although Panther is a man of good, he is someone who does not tolerate dishonor, disrespect, and those who find vengeance upon him. He dislikes childish acts and does not take up offers that require such an odd manner. He endures pain unlike any other man there is. Blades cannot make him flinch, beating cannot make him scream, and above everything else, there is no one on this god-given earth that can make him die. [B]Bio-[/B]

[size=1][color=#C82356][i]The imperil screams shrieked as Yuna ran away. Footsteps were sounded as a voice began calling her name. This voice belonged to the man that entered her home, wanting to finish the job Amatsu could never finish. His voice was cold and empty, it had a tone of malice hanging and dripping from it. It wasn't fear that made her run nor was it the man that made her run, it was unsure as to what made her run but she grew tired of it and stopped. The voice chuckled and his footsteps stopped as well, he stood a few feet from Yuna, waiting for her to make a move. She turned with her fists closed tight, a fire burning in her eyes, and her teeth clenched. She didn?t want to fear him anymore, she didn?t want to run, all she wanted was the pain to stop and the only way was for him to be gone or for her to give up her tattoos, a choice she didn?t want to make. The man saw this and his chuckle grew louder and louder until an evil laughter overcame it. His laughter ceased as he stared deep into Yuna?s soul, knowing that she was ready to die just to protect her tattoos. She couldn't see him and it brought a bit of fear and anxiety into her, she couldn't fathom what she was up against and it brought a liking to the man. Yuna readied herself by having a sun appear on the back of her hands. The man started to speak and it made her cringe, but she tried hard not to show her angst. Her breathing was slow, her stance was steady, and her eyes were never averted from where the figure stood. "My dear Yuna, don't fight it. You know you want to escape to my side. I can make it happen, you know? Watch." He closed his eyes and something covered her. Yuna couldn't escape it, her breathing was rapid and heavy, her fists unclenched, and she gasped for breath. She wanted to rid of it but it was too late. When it was all over darkness clouded her sight and her purity was ripped from her. He stepped forward and she saw him, though his appearance wasn't as abhorrent as she thought it to be. He placed a hand on her face and...[/i] Yuna awoke gasping for breath and in a hot sweat. She feared that this wasn't a dream but a prophecy or something worse. She sighed and stepped out of bed, shaking a bit as she walked towards the door. She touched the doorknob and tried to open the door, yet she shook too much to grab hold and open the door. "What the hell's wrong with this stupid thing?! Why won't the damn door open?!" Frustrated, Yuna stepped back and kicked the door, making it open abruptly. "Stupid door, keeping me in this damn room." Still a bit shaken up from her dream, Yuna appeared outside, holding a cigarette in her hand. She closed her eyes but opened them quickly when she realized someone had joined her. "What do you want?"[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356][B]Name-[/B] Xenos Klaus Adamant- most call him Z [B]Alias-[/B] όνειρο- Oneiro (A Greek word meaning dream) [B]Age-[/B] 25 [B]Gender-[/B] Male [B]God -[/B] Morpheus- God of Dreams [B]Appearance-[/B] [U]Normal-[/U] [URL=http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/grav/GravHunk.jpg]Xenos[/URL] stands at 6'3" and is a man of beauty. He has a cool atmosphere about him that intimidates while excites those around him. He rarely wears anything else other than suits and is quite comfortable with it. He wears a pair of black sunglasses at all times. [U]Transformed-[/U] [URL=http://www.facom.ufba.br/pexsites/telefanzine/images/Morpheus.jpg]Morpheus[/URL] [B]Personality-[/B] Xenos is a suave, cultivated, and self-reliant man who shows no fear or emotion to what he does. Some people portray him as a pompous, cold, and malevolent person, but those who know him, or his father, see him as a diligent man who is humble to others and altruistic to his job. He was raised to be cold towards others for everyone is the opponent and battles must be fought. For in his eyes, the Adamant Enterprises is all that he has and to carry on his father's legacy, he must have similar attributes as his father's but with a few twists. Though Xenos is a man of wealth, sophistication, and the like, he has a side to him that seems cryptic and veiled. He?s never said much about his past nor has he ever talked about anything else other than business, sports, politics, or other worldly matters. It seems that he's closed off his entire life to all. His life seems to have disappeared and only his needed information still surfaces. He has the exact personality as a cat- furtive, quiet, agile, and balanced, a hidden agenda within himself, allowing nothing to take over his territory, and showing no emotion unless given to him. Secrecy and aristocracy may come of him, but light resides in him and a man of compliance, nonchalance, and tranquility comes of him when times lets him be. He rids himself of the weight that is given to him on his shoulders, drops the dark man act, and returns himself to a proper state of a part of him that keeps quiet, allowing dreams to be his only thought. What can you say? Xenos is a lover of dreams, there is nothing more to him than that. [B]History-[/B] Throughout his life, Xenos has never had anything handed to him; he worked to get his place in life. It came apparent that no matter what his father or mother would say, Xenos refused to have anything given to him unless he asked for it, which was quite rare. He was independent and solitary; never allowing servants to cook for him or maids to clean after him. Some saw this as a productive step towards manhood, while others found this odd- not knowing how he was. Somehow, Xenos managed to learn the company's policies, account balance, paperwork, and all that is required to work in such a place at a young age. He also managed to teach himself to play the piano, violin, guitar, flute, and so many other instruments. He has always been a child of learning and since he wished himself to be somewhat isolated from the world, he had to settle for learning through his eyes. Years have gone by and now, at the age of 28, Xenos is president and owner of Adamant Enterprise, along with the possessions given to him through his parents' will. He has done great things for the industrial business, as well as those who ask for him. He has learned that there are timely battles that he must fight, even if they seem unorthodox. [B]Weapon/s-[/B] The god of dreams only uses sparkling sand to dust the eyes of people, allowing them to have dreams or nightmares, depending on the behavior they show before they sleep. He also uses a medallion to judge whether or not they are worthy to sleep with good dreams or bad. It also is a channel for his energy so that he may not overcome his limit and destroy all that is good and healthy in the realm of dreams. [B]Magic-[/B] Being the god of dreams, Xenos only uses the powers of mind-control and illusions. He is able to create hallucinations in reality and in the state of sleep, as well as allow them to sleep-walk. He is a telekinetic and a telepath whose power is quite strong, exceeding many of the others who possess such a power. Having the power of illusions and mind-control, Xenos is quite a force to reckon with. Although the other gods and goddesses possess a power that requires a medium, all he needs is the air. He channels his energy by focusing it into the medallion he carries around his neck, though if it is worn by another, that would be their mistake. As Morpheus, Xenos is able to channel his power through the help of two spells: Aer Restituo- Ethereal Replica (A spell which allows Xenos to replicate things that seem heavenly in the manner of a person?s thoughts.) Ianus Speculum- Arcane Mirror (The mirror of truth and mystery, as it is known. It shows what your heart truly desires. It also shows the past, present, and future; depending on whom Xenos watches. It can destroy a person's soul and aura.) Cassus Visum- Empty Visions (It gives people empty thoughts- meaning he is able to control them even without his mind-control, yet there are those who can sustain to this spell.)[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]Wow, I've got to say that these are all well done. I've come down to a final two, I'm not sure as to whose I would use yet. Sorry guys, but they're just not grabbing yet. I'm going to wait.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356][Center][B][U]Enter the Demon[/B][/U][/center] A slight breeze swept across the Silk Road as Jun Yi traveled down the path. It was deserted and empty, almost desolate and perhaps too quiet; nonetheless, it was a road that Jun Yi had to take if she wished to enter the home of an infamous female poet by the name of Hun Yuen Tsung. The home of Yuen Tsung was filled with flowers, orchids, lilies, and even cherry blossom trees. Bonsai trees were the pride of Yuen Tsung's home, it was a gorgeous place and everywhere you stepped, a small bird would appear. "It has been long, Xiao Heng Ran." A smile overcame Jun Yi. "Come, I have prepared us tea." Inside of Yuen Tsung's home were papers of calligraphy, pages of poetry, and beautiful artwork that no man has ever seen. She was pleased to know that Yuen Tsung still kept to her second love, it was a marvelous talent that Yuen Tsung possessed and Jun Yi was pleased. Yet, she knew that Yuen Tsung did not summon her to look over artwork, nor was she there for a polite visit; the only reason Jun Yi was at Yuen Tsung's home at that moment was because of a task that Yuen Tsung had for her. The poet poured tea into a delicate teacup that was shaped like an orchid, its thin lining and intricate design told Jun Yi that the poet had created this masterpiece, just as she had designed many others. Yuen Tsung poured herself a cup before speaking to Jun Yi, who looked to her and could see concern and worry deep in her eyes. "[i]Nai Nai[/i], is something the matter?" Silence only overtook Yuen Tsung and Jun Yi could see that it was hard for her to say anything. "Please, you must tell me what torments your mind. Perhaps I can help, [i]Nai Nai[/i]." "My child, there is much agony that has been brought to the others of the art. They fear for their lives and no one can protect them." It became apparent to Jun Yi that this was a job more than a task. "They fear that the one they call "The Demon" will tear the art from them. He is also a threat to the Pearls of Winter. He says he has seen one of your people and has tried to demand them the names of the leaders of the Winter. Your life and many others' are in danger, but Ran, what I am asking is that..." "Say no more, Yuen Tsung. I understand. This "Demon" must be vanquished one way or another. I will not allow such a man to destroy the Pearls of Winter and the artists, like you.? Sipping the last drop of her tea, Jun Yi set the cup down and stood. "Worry not, [i]Nai Nai[/i]. Soon, there shall be nothing that will upset you. I shall make certain of it." Walking out of the house, Yuen Tsung saw Jun Yi to the gate and bid her farewell. Jun Yi did the same and went on her way to prepare herself for the meeting of "Demon." There was much to be done if her meeting was to go well, her talents were no worry for Yuen Tsung taught her well, the idea of her disguise would be found not as difficult as proving to the "Demon" that she is truly an artist of sorts. [center]_______________________[/center] "Enter." The beauty of this man's home astounded Jun Yi. She had never laid eyes upon a home filled with much art than his, nor has she seen the amount of jade sculptures that stood at each corner and entrance. Her thoughts came back to the man before her as a servant presented her to him. "Master Qin, I present to you Dragon Claw, an artist from the far east of the small province of Hang Zhou." Before Master Qin were two male figures. The one who was speaking was a lanky man whose eyes were small, as well as his lips, he wore a dark green suit with sea green lining. The one presented was Jun Yi, but her features were unlike the ones she possessed. She wore a navy suit lined with pale blue and embroidered with a black dragon on the back and a black dragon claw near her left breast. The man who sat in front of the two acknowledged this. "You may go, Xin Tsu." The servant bowed respectfully to the man and left Jun Yi alone with him. She bowed with her eyes averted up so she may see his face. "You are the one they call Dragon Claw, correct?" Jun Yi merely nodded, her disguise was working perfectly. "Tell me, Mistress Dragon Claw, what art have you done? I run a business that requires delicate and extraordinary pieces that one has ever seen." With a smirk on her face, Jun Yi walked to Qin with an abrupt walk and presented to him the pieces that "Dragon Claw" created. They were the most exquisite that Qin had seen in his years of business. He kept a straight face, allowing no content to surface, but Jun Yi saw past the still face of his, she saw past the lies and deception and right to his soul. Her smirk never left her face for if it had, her cover would be broken and all would be lost. "These are most excellent, if I may say so. But I must ask, who taught you to create such an awe-filled portrait or a hungry poem?" "I was only taught the words, I was only taught the strokes, and the rest is my natural ability, Master Qin. If you wish, I can present you a demonstration of my art, depending on which you choose." Qin waved his hand and shook his head. "That won't be necessary. I can see you are an honest worker and that this is surely yours." He smiled and held his right arm out with his left arm perpendicular to it. "I welcome you to my business, Mistress Dragon Claw. I hope that we will become good friends in time." Bowing her head, Jun Yi left the area in which Qin stayed in and saw the servant, who was a spy for the members of the Flight of Stars. He beckoned Jun Yi to follow him and she did, the two knew of Qin's plans, but he knew nothing of theirs. The servant known as Xin Tsu took Jun Yi to a room where she would stay and closed the door, not wanting others to find them together. "I thank you for being here, Yu Huang. Qin does not know that I work for the Flight of Stars, more specifically the Sapphire Cranes. I have heard that he is going to seek out the Pearls of Winter and destroy each and every one of them, starting with the Wintersweet Pavilion, which is your part." "I see. Tell me, Xin Tsu, how does Mr. Qin expect to find the Pearls of Winter when he does not know where they reside?" "Qin has ways of finding people, yet I'm not sure how he would achieve searching for the Pearls of Winter. We must eliminate him as quick as possible or he will destroy the Flight of Stars and the Pearls of Winter. With that, I shall leave you to your sleep. Have a nice night, Yu Huang." Watching Xin Tsu leave the room, Jun Yi removed the disguise and wore a black suit and wore a black mouth mask. She carefully opened the door and slid out furtively, watching every moment that she spotted. There were several servants that stepped in and out of a room down the hallway. She suspected it belonged to Qin and went that way. "Master Qin wants fresh tea right now, go get it for him, Jien Lai." A servant walked away but was called again when the one that spoke to her returned. "Wait, Jien Lai! Master Qin wants lavender and jasmine tea. He also wishes for Mistress Dragon Claw to come to him." Jun Yi cursed under her breath and quickly went back to her room. "Go find Mistress Dragon Claw and present her to Master Qin as soon as possible." A voice sounded outside of Jun Yi's room and she called out to it. A servant opened the door and bowed to her. Jun Yi smiled and listened to the servant who wished for Jun Yi to follow. Underneath the smile was a dark one that hid beneath the surface, knowing that Jun Yi would have a chance to destroy this "Demon." The servant came to Qin?s room and presented Jun Yi, just as Xin Tsu had before. She left with tea and walked out backwards, bowing to Qin as she left. "Is there something you wished for, Master Qin?" Qin put down the paper and looked to Jun Yi. "I am terribly busy at the moment." Jun Yi watched Qin's expression and it was disgusting for her to watch. He licked his lips and his eyes cried out a sexual hunger for Jun Yi. She kept her cool when he beckoned her to sit with him and drink tea. She did as she was told and sat in front of him, pouring a tea of cup just as soon as she did. "Mistress Dragon Claw, I believe there is much more to you than meets the eye. Perhaps you would like to spend a night with me, then I can truly see who you really are." "As you wish, Master Qin. But I have a favor to ask of you." Jun Yi stood and began to untie her robe. "If you could just close your eyes, I will do as you told me." Qin closed his eyes just for the sport of things. "You may open them now." Qin smiled and saw that Jun Yi had a robe on, but did not look anything like Mistress Dragon Claw. "Were you expecting someone else, Qin or should I say Demon?" "So you know. I'm surprised that you had the audacity to show yourself to me." Qin took a dagger from within his sleeve and threw it at Jun Yi, who caught it before it hit her. "I like this dagger, but I think it would look better on you." Jun Yi threw the dagger back at Qin. Blood began to flow from his chest as he fell to the floor, reaching for the dagger. "This shall teach you not to meddle with the Pearls of Winter." Grabbing her things, Jun Yi left the area and dropped a ball the size of her fingernail and heard a large explosion as she left. She disappeared into the night and was never found near Qin's property. She returned to Hun Yuen Tsung?s home and left her a present. "It's done, [i]Nai Nai[/i]. He's been eliminated from our vision. You and the Flight of Stars should be safe. I should go now, but before I leave, I have something for you. A gift, if you could call it that." Jun Yi handed Yuen Tsung a box that was wrapped with silk ribbon. Yuen Tsung?s eyes were filled with tears; these tears were not sorrow but of joy. "Thank you, Heng Ran. Thank you. Of all the years that I brought you up, you have given me great happiness." Yuen Tsung hugged Jun Yi and sent her on her way. Jun Yi was content with her job, she knew what she must do and she knew what it required. "There is nothing to thank, [i]Nai Nai[/i]. This is what I was trained for, nothing more."[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]A slight drizzle of rain had begun to pour as Kimiko walked back to her house. She looked up and felt the rain against her face, it was a feeling she had not experienced in quite some time. The cold droplets falling from the sky and splashing against her skin was a rush of escape from the world, until... "Kimiko! You're going to be late!" The voice that shouted her name was her mother's. She looked towards the house and saw her mother standing at the door. "[i]Ako![/i] Did you not hear me?" With a sigh, Kimiko walked to the house and shook her hair, letting the water drip from it. Her mother groaned and began her daily nagging as Kimiko dragged her wet self through the house. She took a glance as she passed the kitchen to the stairs and saw her brother sitting at the table, snickering and stifling laughter in his throat. She picked up one of her mother's slippers and threw it across the kitchen, aiming for Koji's head, only to miss and hit the wall. "[i]Ako[/i], you'll be late for your classes." The snickering began to grow into a laugh until her mother looked to Koji. "Mind yourself, Koji. You"ll be next to see [i]Sensei[/i]." Quickly grabbing a pair of fresh clothes, Kimiko made her way to the bathroom without having to have her mother's endless badgering to follow her. She closed the door and got out of her damp clothes, throwing them into the hamper. Kimiko turned on the water and it was perfect at first touch, the warm water sprayed down and she became enveloped in a room of steam, lathering and rinsing until she knew she was refreshed. After a while of staying in the bathroom and doing endless preparations with her clothes, Kimiko exited and heard her mother call once more. She grabbed her messenger bag and began to play with her yo-yo as she walked downstairs. Her mother handed her maroon track jacket before she left. "Now, listen to [i]Sensei[/i] and remember to mind your manners. Koji will be with you today, but try to have an open mind, [i]akago[/i]." "He does not have to take me to that place. I'd rather walk alone in the rain, [i]okasan[/i]. But mind you, mother, if there should be a phone call from [i]Sensei[/i] inquiring about me, I shall not reply to what you have to say." At the last word, Kimiko stepped outside and walked down the street to where her lessons would take. They were not mere lessons that most would take, but a class required for Kimiko to apprehend who she truly is. She despises every moment of it and wants desperately to escape it, but if God should send a miracle, that would be the day that Kimiko leaves. The drizzling of the rain had stopped the moment that Kimiko left a block from her house. She wanted the rain to become a downpour, letting the negativity within her to wash away, but what good would that do when the feelings would only return? With a sigh, Kimiko walked on and suddenly heard a shout. "Heads up!" Without looking around, Kimiko stepped aside and stopped the ball with her leg. The ball balanced on the tip of her ankle as someone ran over to retrieve it. All that saw were impressed by her skill, but were in a rush to finish the game. "I believe this belongs to you, kid." And Kimiko walked on, not averting her look to the gazing eyes that followed her away from the path.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]My, my, my. I see that we have very talented artists here. I think I'll wait for a few more days since I'm not fully ready to decide. Mind you, I like them all, I just haven't found that one that grabs my attention.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356][B]Name-[/B] Vanessa "Nessa" Raines [B]Age-[/B] 17 [B]Gender-[/B] Female [B]Appearance-[/B] A young Caucasian with chestnut brown hair that falls to her elbows, alabaster skin that is complimented with rosy cheeks, cerulean eyes that appear ice blue, and rose red lips that are painted a dark crimson red. Her facial appearance shows no emotion, enigmatic to the point where one cannot tell whether or not she smiles for joy or for deception. She wears her hair pulled back and wrapped in a black ribbon with a black hair-tie underneath it to hold it in place. This young girl, who is Nessa, stands at a fair 5'6" with beautiful curves and slenders legs is a girl who wears clothing that accentuate her body. She wears a black boytank with the word "Rebel" written across her chest with dice in the background, baggy jeans with the thighs faded and the knees slightly ripped, a black volcom hoody, and to top it off, she wears a black beanie with the face of Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas, black finger gloves, and black sunglasses. Nessa portrays herself as a tomboy and shows it proudly by piercing her body and embedding tattoos onto herself. In all, Nessa has eleven piercing: two on each ear lobe, a barbell on her right cartilage, a ring on her left cartilage, a lip ring near the left corner of her mouth, a tongue piercing, a naval piercing, nose piercing, and a left brow piercing. Then Nessa has tattooed herself six times: a pair of tribal eyes on her shoulder blades- one eye on each, a [URL=http://img227.exs.cx/img227/2548/tribalcross9oj.jpg]tribal cross[/URL] on the small of her back with the words "I will take vengeance on my adversaries and repay those who hate me" that was taken from a bible verse (Deuteronomy 32:41), a [URL=http://img17.exs.cx/img17/3335/blackroses8cd.jpg]black rose[/URL] bud without the stem on her inner right wrist, a cobra that encircles her upper right arm, an angel on her hip, and the [URL=http://img17.exs.cx/img17/8063/chidanger1do.gif]Chinese symbol of danger[/URL] written vertically on her left forearm. The final tattoo will be on her left breast, yet what it may become will be determined as of yet. [B]Personality-[/B] One of the most ingenious students at Maple Creek, she shows signs of success and a bright future, yet she also is one of the most troubled students at Maple Creek, showing signs of danger and enigma. She could possibly be one of the most prestigious students to ever enter and exit Maple Creek, depending on how she wishes to live her life. There are some things that Nessa does that seem reckless and unwomanly, but the things that she does is what she likes. If there is something that appeals to her, she takes the chance and risks whatever consequences may come. She may appear without morals and beliefs, but it is her morals and beliefs that drives her to do what she does. Most could say she was the social outcast of the society, others could say she was the social leader of the society, while few could say that she is who she is. She has a calloused and jaded exterior of a street-smart teen who possesses a cool head and witty tongue, but beneath that exterior lies something even more puzzling than the exterior. Beneath those cold eyes are eyes that sparkle in the sunlight, behind that smug look is a heart-warming smile, yet there is nothing past the tough girl for the fierce fighter is who Nessa is. [B]Bio-[/B] It's been nearly 10 years since I've moved to Flint, Florida, most of which I've spent causing trouble and anguish in the town. I've spent my years in Flint making sure it was known that I cared for nothing in this world, not even family, school, or the things that I once loved. Although there are a few things that kept me from going mad and destroy everything in my path. These things have occupied me and helped me further myself into letting my emotions flow onto what is in front of me. These that I have kept secret are my art, my writing, my music, and my photography and they are what keep me sane and close to the world. I'm not sure when I became so cynical, apathetic, and just impassive to everything and everyone. My parents, if you could call them that, bribed me to get out of this supposed "phase" that I am going through just so that they could show me off like a trophy. I'd rather sew my own mouth than give into their demands and wants. Perhaps it was when I turned thirteen that I closed off from the world and just escaped to my own. But why should I care when all I need is my art, music, writing, and photography? What more do I need when all I've got is in my room, waiting there every day and night? If someone could tell me or even show me what more I need, then perhaps I?ll allow them passage into my life, until then, I run my own life, breaking the rules and getting caught up in the wrong business.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]It was only a matter of time before Amatsu would have contacted his colleagues or was contacted himself. She didn't want to stay longer to see who would be coming for her tattoos. It wasn't the fear of losing her tattoos, it was the fear of turning into the demon within her that drove her to leave the country, find the girl who was blessed with tattoos. She hurriedly grabbed only what she could carry and the things left behind were left in insurance. She was in such a rush that she didn't recognize the cautioning chill that trickled down her spine. Yuna merely shook it off and grabbed her things, heading towards the door, not knowing what lay behind it. A voice sounded from outside of her home. She knew it to be Amatsu's ring leader for the strength in his tone and the demanding accent gave way to what she suspected a psychopath. It called out her name, telling her what it wanted, what would happen if she refused, and why it was best not to refuse. Yuna didn?t care; she loved her tattoos and would not give them to anyone for any reason. It was engraved on her body and it would stay that way for eternity, even when her last breath is taken. The voice was right at her door and anger boiled inside of Yuna. She touched her stomach area, waiting for the right moment to unleash a fury of power towards whoever stood outside that door. She anticipated every move, watching the shadows outside, listening for the right moment until a loud thud was heard. Footsteps sounded as the voice entered the house. Yuna was prepared; she knew the day would come when she had to fight for the spirits that made its home in her, she just didn't realize it would be this soon, at this moment, at this second. She closed her eyes and touched where the heptogram was and it embedded into the palm of her right hand. The voice entered where she was. [B]"Yuna..."[/B] Its sing song voice made Yuna cringe as it neared. His laugh was empty and just devilish. It had not remorse nor did it have any thought in it. It was a shell of evil and the only evil that could live was Yuna for the evil she carried were her demons. [B]"I know why you're here. I know why you want me. I know. But let me tell you this, my name is Yuna and I possess my tattoos. They are mine to keep forever and if by any chance should you try and take them from me that would be your mistake."[/B] He chuckled and Yuna clenched her fists. This was her chance; she swung her bag over her shoulder and opened her fist, sending forth a bright flash and a shaking movement that sent the figure flying. [center]_______________________[/center] Breathing heavily, Yuna had got onto the private jet that awaited her. She closed her eyes, knowing she was getting far from Ireland, the one place she felt at home. It wasn't that she feared her life; it was more that she feared her tattoos would turn against her, especially Biliku, because of the fact that her aunt and uncle had said that her mother and grandmother possessed the same tattoo in the same area. It became known to her that Biliku was the eldest but the last to be found of the Wicked Three. She opened her eyes and looked outside, watching the jet fly over the clouds, awaiting the moment she landed in Milford Sound. [B]"It's only a matter of time when my aunt's stories will come true, Biliku, it is only a matter of time. And when that time comes, I'll be ready. The McDowell curse will be lifted and my demons will surround me, aiding me in my time of need."[/B] A red light appeared overhead and Yuna buckled herself in, ready for landing. She saw the beautiful snow covered mountains all around and when the jet neared the cabin, the pilot warned Yuna of a snowstorm and several people below, battling. She unbuckled herself and looked outside. She then saw the Maoui chief and the girl that her aunt spoke of, or at least the descendant of the woman that her aunt spoke of. [B]"Captain, land away from the battle. I'll give you safe passage." "But... Ms. McDowell, the snowstorm!" "JUST DO IT!"[/B] He breathed out nervously as Yuna placed her hand on the side of the plane. She closed her eyes and a bright light appeared around the jet, enwrapping it in warmth that melted a path, allowing the jet to land and Yuna to run out. She saw the people and realized that the stories were true, that it wasn't just a story, but a prophecy or perhaps a legend. _______________________ [B]OOC:[/B] Sorry, I'm late. I had difficulty figuring out what to write. But I am here and ready, although my "alternate evil" is out of commission, lol.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]A sudden rush of emotions came to Carly as she nearly fell asleep on the bed. She sighed and began to walk out of room. As she walked towards the stairs, Carly realized there was no sound of running water and knew that at once that Julia had ran out. She called out to her telepathically, but there was no response, only the sound of crying. [B]"Great. That's one kid who ran from this place. Now I have to chase her down."[/B] Carly slipped outside with ease and looked down the streets. [B]"What do I do to deserve this?"[/B] Carly called out Julia's name but no answer was replied back. She then tried to search for Julia with the GPS system in her watch and found there was a faint signal coming from the park nearby. Carly called out again and again, in voice and in mind, yet Julia was in much pain to answer. It hurt Carly as she ran down the street towards the park. She walked a bit further down the road and found a towel that laid on the ground. She picked it up and heard the sounds of crying not far from where she was. [B]"Julia?"[/B] The sniffling was ceased to a mere stifle as Carly walked towards the sound. [B]"Julia? It's Carly. Is something wrong? Julia, I'm here to talk to you. What's wrong?" "NOTHING! GO AWAY!"[/B] Anger and sadness erupted into the words. [B]"I DON'T NEED ANYONE! LEAVE ME ALONE!" "I know you're hurt, Julia, but there's so much inside of you that if you suppress it any further, you could explode at any given moment. Sweetheart..."[/B] It was then that Carly found her and handed her the towel and her jacket. [B]"I'm here for you when others aren't there. I can see that you aren't up to talking, so I'll let you come to me, alright?"[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]Somehow that was exactly what I was looking for. I congratulate you, Ozy. Although, I won't use your banner and avatar set as of yet. I want to see what others are cooking up, but I still congrat you.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]Nothing but the rush of wind met Yuna as she sped down the streets on her Suzuki. The only light that was provided was by the moon and several street lamps that stood in various places. It was a clear night as the stars danced in the sky, glinting in the sky as Yuna glinted on land. She soon stopped at the pier and took off her helmet, looking out at the vast ocean that neared it. Its sweet smell pulled her in and she closed her eyes, never wanting to open them. Sitting at the edge of the dock, Yuna rolled up her pant legs and dangled her feet in the water. The breeze was nice and the air was mild, which had meant only one thing- another night out in town for late night parties. Yuna stood and managed to dry off her legs before putting her shoes and socks back on. The sound of motorcycle engines roared as they neared where Yuna was. She managed to get on her bike, yet before she left, a gang of bikers had surrounded her. She merely smirked at them and knew exactly what they wanted- a race. The leader had spoke to her in a rough Irish accent and demanded she followed. She did so and was led to a track a few miles away from the pier, yet miles away from town. [B]"If you finish first, I'll let you go anywhere in Ireland. If you lose, your lovely ass is mine to please, understood?"[/B] Yuna merely smirked underneath her helmet as the leader chose a man for her to ride against. The moonlight glinted against her helmet and gave off a strange hero-like aspect, yet Yuna was no heroine, only someone who was looking to find a place in the world. With all that was said, Yuna watched as a rider was placed next to her and a gunshot was sounded. She sped off quickly, letting dust rise into the air, knowing she was up by a few seconds. It wasn?t soon that she finished and saw the rider catch up, only to see that a girl had beaten him. [B]"Now, I have access to all of Ireland and much more. 'Tis what it is, isn't it... Arty?"[/B] She chuckled and left the gang of bikers with their jaws hanging. [center]*******[/center] Sitting in a small pub, Yuna satisfied her thirst with a few beers. She looked at her watch and realized it was time she took off. Saying her goodbye's to the bartender, she walked out to her bike. Not wanting to go home, Yuna decided to go back to the pier, the only place that could keep her sane. She rode and rode as the wind blew in her hair, letting the moon be her only light. And soon enough, the moon's reflection shone on the water as Yuna parked it. Smiling, she sat at the edge, not putting her feet in. A chill had crawled down her spine as Yuna sat only a few minute's. She stood and put her helmet on, knowing someone was nearing her, walking ever so nonchalantly, just watching what Yuna would do. The sound footsteps stopped and a voice that Yuna had wanted to forget sounded. Underneath her tinted helmet, her eyes flared with anger. The figure was tall with a medium build who kept on a large black hat that had a single white ribbon wrapped around the top and its rim seamed with silk. He wore a long black trench coat over black business suit with white gloves and men's black boots. This man kept his head down as he spoke in a malicious voice with a beautiful Japanese accent. [B]"My dear Yuna, what a pleasure it is to see you again."[/B] Yuna cringed at his voice, but didn?t show her weakness. She took off her helmet and smirked, turning slowly, knowing he was holding several kunai in between his fingers. [B]"You're still beautiful as ever." "I see that you haven't outworn those clothes of yours, Amatsu. But I must ask, why do you insist on following me? Perhaps you miss the battles we?ve fought or perhaps it's the feeling of my fist against your face that you tenderly miss?"[/B] A malevolent chuckle arose from Amatsu as he looked up at Yuna. She was surprised to see that he hadn't changed much in the years since their last interaction. His eyes were still cold and the color of ice, his face was toned, yet something still lingered there that questioned Yuna. [B]"I do miss the nights we spent together, challenging each other's strengths, mocking each other's weaknesses. Alas, I came here for the same reason I sought you out before, Yuna, and you know what I want."[/B] Amatsu walked towards Yuna who stood with a black pocket knife hidden where she held onto her helmet. There was something within Yuna that kept telling her to hold back on the anger and fear, but there was nothing that she could do as of now, for the only thing that could prevent her from hurting him was the grace of God. [B]"I want..."[/B] Amatsu kept walking towards her and Yuna anticipated every move. [B]"Your..."[/B] At that last moment, Amatsu slashed at Yuna, [B]"TATTOOS!"[/B] She ducked down into a squat and side swept Amatsu onto his back, while she stood and ran. Amatsu quickly stood and growled, he then threw a few kunai at her, but she was able to elude them as she got onto her bike. He knew her well, as she knew him, and knowing that she would still escape on her bike, he had been ready with his own. He raced towards her and Yuna had to throw a kunai that was caught on her seat back at Amatsu. She went on and on the road until he was next to her, pulling her towards him, wanting the art on her body. In this moment, Yuna had enough. [B]"You will never have me or my tattoos, Amatsu! I will never succumb to a demon like you!"[/B] With the final words, Yuna slashed her pocket knife out towards Amatsu and it had cut deep into his upper right arm. Blood seeped through the black clothing and Amatsu was disappointed as the two stopped in a field nearby. He tsked Yuna as she called upon the black widow, who was the first of the Wicked Three known as Biliku. It was Amatsu's turn to call upon his tattoo of the scorpion that bears the pentagram on its back, its name was Nehebkau. These two insects were the size of VW Bugs, yet the two humans did not fear them. [B]"Give up, Yuna! Biliku has already fought against Nehebkau and she has lost! There is nothing more you can do!" "I wouldn't be too sure, Onito Amatsu!"[/B] Yuna directed her attention to Biliku and concentrated on sending the power of the moon towards her. With the help of the moon, Biliku was able to gain strength, speed, and poison, a poison that could defeat Nehebkau, but not destroy him. The two creatures fought as Yuna rode off, knowing that her power was still connected to Biliku. She quickly retracted the spider as soon as she was far from Yuna. Her thoughts ran as quickly as she rode, she knew she had to seek the one who lived in the Greece Isles. [B]"Let us pray that she is still alive and that Amatsu's boss hasn't sent a collector to her door."[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356]I think it's time for a new style and theme for me. I wasn't sure what I wanted at first, but then I realized I needed something that reflected how I am at the moment, and so I would like to ask the artists here to take up a challenge. What I want is a banner with the quote: "Sing like no one's listening and Dance like no one's watching Because there isn't anyone there Except for you and the stars." If this is too long, then have it say: "Sing like no one's listening... Dance like no one's watching." I would like the words to be in an elegant cursive and in gold on a star background. If that is not possible, then that is alright. And the avatar should match the background except I would like the word: "SpeakerBox" on it. Thanks to those who choose to challenge themselves.[/size][/color]