Revelation

[size=1][color=#8A1A28]Sitting in a meeting with a troubled customer, Carly was distracted and looked out to the window beside her. Something troubled her inside and tugged at her powers, calling out to her, wanting guidance in troubled times. She was shaken as the customer yelled her name and in an angry fit tried to raise a hand to her. In disgust, Carly blocked the open hand and caught the customer's wrist, speaking in a foreign language in which the customer knew nothing of. [B]"Mr. Johnson, I assure you, my casino is not one to be, as you say, rigged. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must call the police to inform them that I was about to be assaulted by a lowly man like you."[/B] The customer sat as he watched Carly walk towards her door and open it for him. He was appalled, yet astounded as to the things that Carly has said. He merely held his mouth open and walked out of her office. She sighed and held her hands to her temples, pain slowly strengthening as each waking moment came close to the moment of truth. Looking up, Carly saw her reflection in the mirror, but it slowly faded as another image appeared, it was that of a young girl. The concern wasn't why the girl was out there alone in the rain, but it was where she was and what Carly was feeling that concerned her. Blinking once, the image escaped and all that was left was a memory of where she could find her, that is if she could.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#8A1A28]The rose whip uncurled itself as Kalliope sat on a flat surfaced rock, watching the winds move across as the skies began to turn maroon and golden. She closed her eyes and song filled itself where empty space was. The Rose Whip hissed as it heard Kalliope's song. Her song began to echo throughout the garden, in which Kalliope was in. Footsteps were heard behind and a young girl appeared, her face filled with anger, as well as confusion. She sat beside Kalliope on a rock below and laid her head upon her folded arms that were atop the rock that Kalliope sat upon and watched. Kalliope took notice and slightly brushed Sakura's hair; the fresh sea salt scent arose and mixed with the orchid and lavender, creating quite an aromatic atmosphere. She merely smiled and spoke in a crystal tone that was as clear as the babbling brook, but distant as a hidden waterfall. [B]"The lady fears only for the worst. She does not know. Her judgment is unforeseen by her clouded mind."[/B] Kalliope turned to the young girl. Kalliope's glimmering ivory hair falling down past her arms, her full and sultry lips an apple red that glistens in sunlight, while her ruby red eyes twinkle in the moonlight. The young girl admired Kalliope's beauty and was in awe of her voice. The young girl sat up straight and spoke. [B]"Lady Kalliope?" "Yes, young one?"[/B] Silence hung in the air for moments. Kalliope turned to the young girl. [B]"What is it?" "Are we doomed to our death?" "No, we are not. The Eon leaders may be strong and have a powerful army, but there is not much he can do against the mystics. There is much to learn and much to know, yet so little time. Do not fret or fear. Go on now, be at peace."[/B] Smiling, Kalliope took the Rose whip and it wound itself around her waist, and walked out of the garden. Questions arose in her mind and only one woman was able to answer that, and if anything, that woman was just as good as dead to her than anything in the world. This woman was someone they called, the Lady.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#8A1A28]Another message was relayed to Jarrah, except this one informed him of death upon a Zugai clan member. Growling, he stood and towered over the one who had brought the message. He stepped past them and went out to the spiraling staircase. The Zugai looked to him in fear and heard him roar out to them. [B]"Now then, who wants to tell the King who defied his orders and walked out of here? I specifically told you all to stay here until further notice, but you can't even do a single damn thing without having to go out and suck the living blood out of some poor sheila who's been walking in the dark, fearing the worst. I may be a vamp, but I'm sure as hell as responsible and reasonable one at that. Next one to exit those doors is as good as dead. Ya hear me?!"[/B] Walking back to his room, a hand touched his elbow and he turned menacingly to see the young vampire, Akuma, once more. She was somewhat of a protegy, a daughter that Jarrah always wanted, but never had. She would be the greatest thing next to him in the line of warriors. The problem with her was, she never spoke. Small gestures or something of a mental speech was given, but never were there physical hearings of her speaking, but those she trusted well have heard her silver voice. Kneeling down, Akuma stood on her toes and whispered into his ears. [B]"The blood rains down and the sun will rise red. The fangs and claws will appear, no one will be safe... not even we."[/B] Jarrah turned to her and stood to walk back to his room, Akuma followed. In the room, she spoke softly, it was enough for Jarrah to hear, but no one else. [B]"Knubrap aren't all dead. Myrkur Aniol, Gwyar, and other clans will come for us." "Akuma, do you fear them?"[/B] She titled her head in confusion, as a child would do. [B]"It's simple question. Do you fear them?"[/B] Akuma shook her head. Her raven black hair bounced slightly as she did. [B]"Good. Then we don't have to worry about the [i]other[/i] half of the blood thirsty worms. Mister Kuroichi has a plan for us. He'll help us in this battle."[/B] Akuma walked towards Jarrah and stood in front of him. He ruffled her shoulder length hair and she went off, leaving Jarrah alone with his thoughts.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]"Why do we gots to go home when there?s plenty to do out here? Why can we be having fun, King Jarrah?"[/B] Silence overcame Jarrah. He knew that bloodshed would soon be near. It had erupted since the day they had returned and it has continued since, never ending as the Knubrap picked off each helpless human one by one. It was certain that Jarrah enjoyed a meal of fresh blood once in a while, but constantly sipping on the blood of humans was vastly overrated, whereas the blood of a vampire's was richer in taste as well as feast. The other vampires of the Zugai clan looked to Jarrah as he merely walked on back to their home, an old, run-down mansion that took much space for his clan. It was dark and gloomy, a house that none would ever visit, unless they loved the fresh feel of fear, that trembling scent of death that just causes your arms to numb and your body to shiver with chills, but not many wish to know that, not many wish to see it, which is why it is a good choice of a home. It reminds them their entire olden homeland, a darkening land that would never return to innocence. Jarrah stepped forward and swung the gates open, to see the homely black was almost welcoming. The darkness within was inviting and the death that fell upon it was warm as well. He couldn?t help but smirk beneath his mask, knowing that he was home. The others raced in, while many slugged their arms around, wanting to go out and enjoy themselves in a bit of fun. Jarrah understood this, but what ever Kuroichi said was what they must do unless otherwise. Walking up the tall, spiraling stairs, Jarrah ended up in the master bedroom that was once beautiful and intricate in its way. Its laced curtains were once decorated with beautiful ribbons, now they were adorned with cobwebs and moth-eaten holes. It was home to him and his clan, no one else could take this sanctuary from them, they would not leave once again. He sat in large sofa that had several blood stains upon it; Jarrah cared nothing for it and placed Jawbone aside onto the bed, along with the mace that he held. The garments that Jarrah wore began to bruise him as he had worn them for so long. He began to remove them slowly, watching it unlatch and release the stress that had been building. First the mouth guard that covered half of his face, then the gloves that wrapped around his hands, after that, he removed his shin guards that tightly wound around his legs, then finally his axe sheath. He allowed each body part to be able to breathe from the fierce accessories that he held on so greatly. A knock arose and a young member entered. Her name was Akuma, one of the most devilish vampires of all of the Zugai clan to ever arrive. She bowed to him and gave to him a message from the outside. She was known to walk through the streets and never be seen, only by those who could feel the sense was known to be allies of hers. He nodded and she left, walking outside, knowing that the others were eager to know. Jarrah sat in the room alone, letting the message replay, waiting for more information, knowing that this night was not the end of anything, nor was it the beginning yet. They were not near the beginning of something greater.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#8A1A28][B]Name-[/B] Carly Matthews [B]Age-[/B] 26 [B]Gender-[/B] Female [B]Appearance-[/B] Carly is a sophisticated woman with beauty that entrances those who look upon her. Her wine-red hair captures the light and shimmers like a drizzling chardonnay wine in summer, her teal blue eyes that glimmer like two pure beryl gemstones, and full, ruby red lips that pucker and give volume as she smiles her shining white teeth. Upon that face she wears rarely any makeup, possibly eyeliner, eye shadow, and lip-gloss, which makes her skin an image of perfection, flawless in every bit. She has a curvaceous and lithe body that comments her mildly built body that allows her to work out very little and eat as constant as she wishes and never gain a pound. 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 two pairs of earrings that hang on each ear lobe, a barbell that runs diagonally from the cartilage near her temple to the middle cartilage, and body jewelry on her naval. To show her sophistication, Carly wears sexy cocktail dresses in the colors of burgundy, navy, black, and various other dark colors. She also wears elegant women?s business suits in black and in either the style of solid or pinstripe. She has a silver chain that holds a silver cross which oddly looks like a bell with a heart surrounding the cross. A white gold chain is wrapped around her left wrist with an engraving of ?Deus mos tribuo mihi justicia quod verum? which means ?God will give me justice and truth.? Her colors in style are burgundy, navy, black, and colors that are dark and sensuous. [B]Personality-[/B] A vixen, no doubt, but deep inside is a woman who knows exactly who she is, what she wants, and will stop at nothing to get it. Carly has a sharp tongue and a quick wit to match her jaded demeanor. She may be esoteric and unknown in flirting, but it is the way she is in reality as well. Her speech leaves you hanging, trying to interpret what she had said, as well as her ways. Carly is a variety of personas. She is bubbly, loving, and open, while she can be hidden, mysterious, and vague, as well as malevolent, manipulative, and deviant. It?s unsure of exactly who she is, but all know her and understand her for she is the only one who understands and listens, instead of disregarding their stories. -Empathy- Yes (Strong) -Telepathy- Yes (Average) -Telekinesis- [B]Short Bio-[/B] For years, Carly kept a secret to herself. She was scared to show her true self until she knew she could truly trust anyone. She was frightened of what she knew and held and she was just terrified. It then began to make sense the day her grandmother passed. It was a reoccurring power that went on after each holder passed away and this time, it would be stressful, but due to the Matthews lineage, stress is not a factor. Since she was little, Carly knew that she was different from others. She could see and feel things that others could not. Pain, she never felt, fear, she never knew, and horror, she never saw. Never once crying, Carly was thought to have a mental disruption within her life, after her mother?s death, which was not entirely true, for the pain that she felt within was the pain that she felt around her. She could hear words that no one heard, saw the things that no one else had and it feared everyone. No one knew what she would go through, or what she would become. Now, at the age of 26, Carly inherited a large amount of money, a few homes, and several businesses that her mother and grandmother left behind. Due to all of this, she became one of the most well-known and well respected people.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]OOC:[/B] Spyda, just to let you know, Prince Sky was saved for me by Sun. And I'll finish this when I get back home. [B]Name-[/B] Himoto Kane (Last Name, First Name) [B]Age-[/B] 17 [B]Gender-[/b] Male [B]Element-[/B] Prince Sky [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/kamikaze/Kamikaze4.jpg]Kane?s face[/URL] [B]Attacks-[/B] [U] [B]Personality-[/B] [B]Bio-[/B] [/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356][B]Name-[/B] Jesse "J.T." Morelli [B]Age-[/B] 29 [B]Gender-[/B] Male [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/guys/guys107.jpg]Jesse[/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. [B]Occupation-[/B] Owner of a club/ restaurant [B]Personality-[/B] Mostly keeping to himself, Jesse prefers to only congregate with Xander and Ryan, as they were the first people that he actually came to trust and love. He is quiet, collected, calm, and has a bit of arrogance within him. There are those who dislike him and those who adore him, those who work with him and against him, but none have had the pleasure of seeing the darkness within him. Jesse is quite blunt and, at times, merciless, perhaps cold. Some could say he was apathetic, almost enigmatic; only a few could see how he truly is and say otherwise. [B]Bio-[/B] Inheriting the club and restaurant was something that Jesse looked forward to. It was his dream to be able to keep the family business and keep its name at the top. He never realized that his job would bring such solitude and isolation, nor did he realize that his job would give him an exterior so hard that people could feel the cold outer shell. Since his 18th birthday, Jesse had no reason to make friends because of the things he had to take care of, yet there were these two people that caught his eye, well him. It was early in the bright morning and there stood Jesse on the rooftop. His heart was in pain and filled with nothing but sorrow. He was depressed and had no one to talk to, only the dogs could listen to his torment and never speak back. It only hurt him even more to stay alive and he realized he couldn?t keep it in any longer; his life would have to end. Standing there on the rooftop, Jesse closed his eyes and jumped, feeling the air below him rushing upwards. He thought he wouldn?t have felt anything, but only time was imminent and he was saved by someone below, dragging out a mattress. Opening his eyes, he saw a young girl looking down at him, wondering if he was ok. He sighed sharply and stood, but thought this to be no coincidence, only fate could have dealt its hand and saved Jesse. From then on, the girl and Jesse became friends and she listened, knowing his pain. They grew close and the girl was known as Ryan Blake, sister of Xander Blake, a guy who Jesse had hired to create a large logo for his club. It was from then on that the Blake?s and Jesse became friends of a strange incident.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Leading the Zugai clan, Jarrah let out a small, hidden chuckle as he exited the plane with the others. He watched as Kuroichi spoke with the generals, walking in front of the large collection of vampires, knowing they looked simply strange, yet what did he care, strange was absolutely normal to him. He looked behind to see if the others got along, only to see Sumiyaka, Kuroichi's lover, walk behind slowly. She seemed restless and confused, which made Jarrah chuckle. He commanded that the clan go on ahead, while he helped Sumiyaka assemble herself. [B]"Seems like you've lost yourself there."[/B] Sumiyaka merely looked up in confusion and loss. There was no way she could hide anything from Jarrah, he read people too easily and knew what they thought before they, themselves, spoke it. He laughed a bit, managing to make Sumiyaka smile slightly. It wasn't much, but it was a start from the beginning. He breathed deeply in and held out a hand in gesture to say, after you. She thanked him with a slight nod of head and walked on, wanting badly to be with Kuroichi. Upon joining the others, Sumiyaka walked to her lover and Jarrah stood with his clan, towering over them as his shadow covered the most of the entire clan of vampires. They stood reckless and ready, almost as if there was nothing else to do but do what they do best, kill. Jarrah watched the others underneath the dark moonlight. The generals were tranquil and cool, the Gods seemed indifferent to all others, the Dragon Kings, once again, were separated from each other, and the Night-Blades stood in their massive darkness. Presently, they awaited the dark lord?s order, what the next step should be. It was at that moment that the scent of blood came to Jarrah?s own blood hound, a vampire who acts in strange ways, yet all see it as his own ordeal. Jarrah looked to him and knew at once that the blood feud had begun. The moment that they stepped onto the lands of Japan, it was sensed. Somehow, he smirked underneath his mouth cover and was ready for the battle to begin.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#C82356][B]Name//[/B] Angelina Lira Promitier [B]Preferred Name//[/B] Angel [B]Age//[/B] 23 [B]Gender//[/B] Female [B]Appearance//[/B] [B]Personality//[/B] An individual who has a distaste for humans, Angel is one who is has a sharp tongue and a sharp wit. Some see her as the epitome of a cold and heartless Nazi, others see her as a DIR agent only wanting to do her job, while most fear her for who she is. It isn?t abnormal to see people scurrying away from her sight, running from her footsteps, or even confronting her with an altercation. Those who glance at her have a surreal reality appear to them, as if they were walking into a dark nightmare. Angel is one who is able to keep a cool head during any situation, never showing a sign of weakness or fear. She is able to get inside one?s head and mess with them, making them believe things that are not true. She may seem like a stoic person, but the truth behind it all is that it?s the job that makes her this way. She believes in valor, honor, and courage, as well as honesty and optimism. It is not known completely, but it seems that Angel bottles everything inside, never releasing much of her emotion, which could be fatal on a mission, disrupting everything the DIR has worked for, but those who know her, those who chose her, know that she has the strongest emotional control of anyone and knows that she has the mental capacity to hold herself down. [B]Area of Expertise//[/B] A woman of many talents, her true aspirations lie in weaponry, which includes marksmanship, sniper, and other such related abilities, and interrogations. [B]Digimon//[/B] Labramon [B]Digivolution Chain//[/B] Labramon- Dobermon- Cerberumon- Anubismon [B][U]Guardian[/B][/U] [B]Name//[/B] [URL=http://ca.geocities.com/digi_josied5/images/MegidramonX.jpg]NeoMegidramon[/URL] [B]Attacks//[/B] [U]Tormenting Blades-[/U] The blades on his arms are retracted and thrown, while the blade on the tip of his tail is used as a glaive to attack the enemy. [U]Megiddo?s Flame-[/U] Bursts of red and black flame escape from his mouth. [U]Poisoned Glaive-[/U] Strange venom secretes from his tail and poisons his enemy as he pierces them. [U]Emblem of Darkness-[/U] The symbol on NeoMegidramon is shown and is shot at towards the opponents, either paralyzing, confusing, or even hypnotizing them. [U]Dragon's Whisper-[/U] The most powerful attack that NeoMegidramon uses. His body will become enveloped by fire and from that fire, NeoMegidramon charges and in a berserk state, he attacks. [B]Personality//[/B] The one who strays far from the crowd, this Guardian is unlike the others. NeoMegidramon is distant, isolated, and only speaks when needed. He keeps this sense of darkness about him and all fear him. Many portray him as a dark figure lingering in the mists of the shadows, seeking out those who need guidance, some know him to be a greater being, lead to them to protect and shelter, whereas others believe only that he is a disguise, a ShadowWereGarurumon hidden in the clothing of a cute Sheepmon, but all know nothing of him. NeoMegidramon is a calm and tranquil Guardian, but like a volcano, he erupts only when either aggravated or when the time comes. He is not easily lead to believe such false sayings, nor is he easily lead to battle anyone. He is a Guardian who believes in trust, honesty, and loyalty. Just because he is a digimon of dark and unknown power, it does not stand to believe that he is the epitome of the darkness. NeoMegidramon may seem quiet and peaceful, but he is a force to reckon with and a Guardian to be tried.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name//[/B] Mila Jokavich [B]Codename//[/B] Venom [B]Country//[/B] England [B]Position//[/B] World Leader [B]Gender//[/B] Female [B]Age//[/B] 27 [B]Appearance//[/B] [B]Preferred Weapon//[/B] Mila is not one who uses guns, she is an old fashioned person who likes a little close range combat, which is why she uses her body, as well as two scissor suwayyahs that retract from her black gloves, just as a cat's claws would retract. She also uses a whip-like mechanical sword, who's name became "Kobra", for its venomous touch and hooded appearance. [B]Personality//[/B] Dominant, fearless, level-headed, merciless. These are some of the characteristics that Mila possesses. Some see her as a heartless Nazi, others see her as a cold murderer, but those who know her see her as a leader of good. Her sharp tongue and quick wit establishes and asks for respect and instills fear for the others of the Big Five. She is one who seems cold and dark, calloused and strong, almost as if she was a machine of some sort. But she knows what she wants, which makes her a dangerous enemy. Intentionally, her people would never get hurt, but to make a better world, there is no stopping her in her path to change it. [B]Bio//[/B] [/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name//[/B] King Jarrah [B]Nickname//[/B] Abbadon the Destroyer [B]Age//[/B] Approximately 400 years, Jarrah looks nothing but a day over 32 [B]Gender//[/B] Male [B]Species//[/B] Vampire [B]Clan//[/B] Zugai [B]Appearance//[/B] [URL=http://img176.exs.cx/img176/3601/sc2astaroth5fa.jpg]King Jarrah[/URL] A man of brute strength and burliness who's appearance is fierce and intimidating, pressing fear into those who take a glance at him, is who King Jarrah is. He stands at a height of 7' with pure white eyes that allows Jarrah to look deep into the souls of his adversaries and allies, dark skin that was created from his Aborigine heritage, and scars that decorate his body and remind those that he is not only vampire, but a demon who was derived from the very hell that everyone fears. Yet, a strange scar appears at the center of his chest in the image of a crimson X. It is unsure how he received this scar, as it is unsure of how he had become to portray a demonic man of hell. Jarrah has iron-like skin which makes many attacks upon him impenetrable. He carries the Jawbone in his hands, but at times he will keep it in its sheath on his back, along with several smaller throwing axes in a knife sheath wrapped around his waist. His voice sounds that of a deep, Australian accent with a hint of Russian, or perhaps German, hidden beneath his tone. Being a barbaric man, Jarrah rarely wears anything to cover himself. He wears only baggy black shorts, an axe holder on his back, finger gloves that have spikes right below his knuckles, at times a dark gray tank top that appears to be ripped at several places, along with boots that were custom made by himself to create a shin guard with spikes clipped around his ankles, and to finalize his outfit is a mouth cover that is made from steel and leather. But when a formal gathering is called for, Jarrah despises wearing anything that conceals his free body. He will wear silky black pants with a white shirt, pinstripe jacket, and a dark colored tie, also wearing formal shoes. [B]Weapons//[/B] The Night Blade, known as The Jawbone, was given to Jarrah by Kuroichi. Its unbreakable bond with Jarrah makes it one of the most powerful weapons alive. Since it was created from Kuroichi's Silver Forge, it has a strange power that illuminates from itself once in a while, only when Jarrah is in need of it most. At other times, Jarrah carries around a spiked mace that is covered with a strange poison and is not yet known to humankind. It is the second most deadly weapon that the Zugai know of. [B]Powers//[/B] Magic is unnecessary when it comes to Jarrah. The Zugai are known for their berserk ways and do not use magic, for they are rather weak in that area. But Jarrah, on the other hand, is able to surge electricity throughout his body and release it any given moment. He is one whose emotions are connected to the elements, having a direct point to each element. Yet, Jarrah is one who'd rather use his strength, force, and power, rather than his weakening magic. Disliking the use of magic, Jarrah relies mostly on his strength, invulnerability, and his Night Blade, the Jawbone, to create masses of death. His iron skin makes him impenetrable and hard to kill, nothing of human weaponry could puncture or wound him. For a man of his size and structure, Jarrah is the fastest of the Zugai, as well as the most furtive, but also, he is a mammoth of a vampire, which makes him the deadliest, next to the elders and Kuroichi. [B]Personality//[/B] Ruthless, volatile, and coarse. No one and nothing stands in Jarrah?s way and if the do, their fate is held the moment Jarrah?s colorless eyes meet theirs. He is the strongest, deadliest, and most powerful of the clan, being that he is the leader of the clan. He is aggressive and militant, even cool and level-headed at times, but he can be reasonable and understanding, at the most, Jarrah can give mercy. He can also be lighthearted and deceptive, but with good intentions. Unlike Kuroichi, Jarrah loves to taunt his foes, watching them squirm under his might and laughing at their demise. If Jarrah despised someone, he tended to show it often and let it be known to all, for there are little things that could upset or bring hatred into Jarrah?s heart, for respect and trust doesn?t come often with Jarrah. He was a man who had morals and beliefs, and if they should be belittled, then he will not allow anyone to take then and turn them wicked. He also believes in what goes around must come around. With such might and intimidation, Jarrah never means to hurt anyone, unless a reason should arise, as well as jump into battle or start a bout, yet, it all depends on the circumstances. When Jarrah is not doing anything, and only relaxing with his equals and the women that surround them, he is calm and tranquil, almost like the sea. He is playful at hand and will bring laughter into the air and smiles on everyone?s face, even if a loss has been created. He knows that even the dead would want the living to smile and drink in their honor. He is well known for his ways in altercations, for he is known to have a cold heart and a jaded soul, never stopping for anything or anyone. If there ever was a brawl that Jarrah was in, all know that there must be a reason for Jarrah is not the typical brute who shows his strength wherever he may go. Moreover, Jarrah has morals and beliefs that he stands by, and will not let anyone take them and turn them wicked. [B]Bio//[/B] Living as royalty in England, Jarrah was once Valon and his people were no strangers to this land. They had been there, protecting and serving the king for as long as he could remember, and even before his birth. His people were strong and rich in morals. There was none like them and there would be none like them for eternity. As a descendant of great royalty and fearless fighters, Valon was one of many to experience the feel of war as his people helped the British army in some of their fights. They were not savage nor were they beastly, they were well dressed and most became diplomats or even advisors for dukes and emperors and such. What little did they know when England began to turn on them as the streets became paved with broken homes and dark nights became horrid. His people still kept with the British royalty, even when several of them were accused of wrongdoings, when in fact, they were the most pure of all who have lived in England. Darkness overcame England, people feared to walk out at night, and others welcomed the shadows as their companions. Several times, there were many crimes committed and all were pointed to Valon?s tribe of Aborigine warriors. They were thought to be murderers and criminals who stole and raped, killed and kidnapped. Soon after these accusations, all was cleared, but still, things turned for the worst as a true darkening night engulfed all of England. For quite some time, Valon and his warriors tried hard to see what was out there. They tried hard to keep the streets of England clean and safe. The streets were covered with blood and people began to become missing from their homes. Several wound up dead, others were never found, while those who were near, smirked and walked away, enjoying the terror they saw in the peoples? eyes. Valon had no choice but to find out who was supposedly murdering these people. He had to know why two punctures occurred in each of the victims who came across this madman. He took several of the strongest warriors and took to the night, walking furtively, hoping not to be seen by anyone. Yet, it happened in the darkest of alleys, the hideous of places, and the most deadly man had crept upon them, taking each of them with him to turn them into soldiers of obscurity, knights of death, and creatures of destruction. This man was a vampire, the cruelest and blood thirstiest of them of all. The devil?s work as the king called it, vampires, who were once good men, become men of Satan, sent out to take any who were willing to give their soul and feed the Evil One and strengthen his soul. Learning this, fear surely struck in the denizens of England and those who walked out at night, never came back to see the morning dew. Once again, his tribe was accused of being vampires. The king began to confirm that these people were not the ones that the people loathed. At this moment, a promise was made to capture this vampire and kill the others who stood in his way. All doubted, but those who doubted, were soon to be mistaken. Night after night, he waited for this master criminal, while avoiding the guards who walked the streets. There was not much he could do, until a scream entered his mind. Upon coming to the scene, he stood there, ready with his axe, waiting for the moment this master of death walkers stood and faced him. Just as soon as he did, Valon was a bit of a sloth to outwit and outrun him. His reflexes, too slow, and soon enough, he was a victim, as was his people. They exiled from England, never to return, knowing that they were contaminated with the viral disease that made them vulnerable to the things that they once loved. Years later, he now leads the Zugai clan, a clan of vampires who are ruthless and cold. Heartless and terrible, but none compare to Valon, who had changed his name to Jarrah, also known as Abbadon the Destroyer. He was heartless man who had soon become the subject of bitter hatred for those who had seen his evil and those who escaped from his narrow massacres. He who crosses Jarrah will surely, without fail, fall to his knees and see Jarrah?s merciless and cold heart. [B]Other//[/B] There?s not much to know.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]That's quite lovely. I love it so much! Geisha is quite awesome. I love it! I am practically in awe of it now! ^_^. Anyways, hmm...what shall the Bandits do at this moment? What is the task that they shall complete? How will they perform? Who will live? All this next chapter. This is Bikini Bandit #3, Schwarz Araignée, signing out. *BEEP*[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]It started out as a story, but as I progressed though it, I started to think that it should become an RPS (Role-Playing Story). Before I decide to put it in the Inn or not, I'd like some feedback from the OB society. If there is anything confusing about this then please feel free to post. Well then, here goes nothing for everything. Music sounded as I walked through the tall oak doors. They all turned to gaze at who had entered and found that it was I who had arrived. As I neared the ball room, those on the floor created a pathway for me. The women gossiped with envy and jealousy hanging on their tongues, the men whispered with favor and lust dripping from their lips, and those who had seen me either murmured in awe or watched me walk in admiration. As I walked across the marble floor, the orchestra performed a magical piece that echoed throughout the quarters. I looked about the room, watching the familiar and unfamiliar faces of those who participated in this event, and suddenly found myself facing a man. ------------------------------- A young girl, the age of 25, sat on a hill that overlooked the white sand beaches, watching the waves crash against the shore. She looked out past the horizon and shades of blue caught her eye, glinting past the rock formations that stood in front. She closed her eyes and remembered what she had dreamt of the night before. It had been ages since she had a dream splendid as the one she had. It caught her by surprise, yet something about it made her seem to wonder, could it have been a sign? Smiling, she just let it go... for the moment. She just thought it was a dream, nothing more, just a harmless dream, something to wish upon, and something to lie back and think wondrous things about. The music, the costumes, the people, it was all too vivid to forget, yet her presence and his was the strongest. Their meeting was exasperating and fresh, soothing and wild, just absolutely amazing. In appearance, she stood at five feet and four inches with a curvaceous body, slender legs, and a beautifully structured face. Her vibrant red hair floated behind her as the wind rushed past and made her emerald green eyes close. She felt the cool wind against her clear, glowing face, an image of mystery, emotions, and everything she was. This girl sat with her legs against her chest, her sun dress flowing as she placed her hands around her legs and laid her chin upon the crevice between her locked knees. Her name was Vivian Brookes and her heart was broken. Vivian was not the kind of girl who sat and cried about the days that the couple spent together, nor is she the type of girl who seeks revenge. Vivian is a girl who has a warm heart and moves on, never thinking of the past. She rarely judges people and can read them quite well, as if they were a book. She is a girl who stands for her beliefs and morals, a girl who knows who she is, a girl who just knows. But for some odd reason, at this moment, Vivian didn't know. She just didn't know what to do, what to say, where to go. She simply didn't know. And sweet sweet surrender is all that I have to give. __________________________________ It's about a girl who had her heart broken once and thought she would never love again, yet she knew it wasn't meant to be, but it still hurt to know that she was left behind. She isn't one to whine or boast, but she is one to stand tall and walk on. Something about this dream makes her realize that there's something more for her out there. She truly believes in the Cinderella story, yet she is nothing near a Cinderella, or so she thinks. [/size][/color]

[B]Name//[/B] Aricelia "Celi" Quentamos [B]Nicknames//[/B] Viper [B]Age//[/B] 17 [B]Group//[/B] Kaotic Society- A gang of contradictions is what the Kaotic Society is. They were named Kaotic Society because of their destructive nature and their "menace-to-society" ways. The Kaotic Society is a gang that fights, tags, and rules whenever, wherever. They rarely cause trouble with the other gangs, yet it seems that Celi, also known as Viper, has had a sudden interest in one of the gang leaders. Yet, to get into KS, they must first have Celi's approval and her approval rarely comes along. [B]Group Title/Place//[/B] The Boss [B]Description//[/B] [URL=http://img75.exs.cx/img75/2408/celi6ht.jpg]Celi Quentamos[/URL]- is a lover of serpents and spiders who wears dark clothing to allow her become one with the darkness of Tsuket. She rarely is seen wearing bright colors or feminine clothing, nor is she seen without her serpentine and spider accessories. She wears a serpent armlet that wraps around her upper arm, carefully curling around her bicep and triceps, its head on the outer muscles. Its body is carved from silver and white gold, its eyes of jet black obsidian with what appears to be glinting white slits in the middle to give the illusion of snake eyes. She also wears a pair of [URL=http://img216.exs.cx/img216/6297/triquetraearring5zt.jpg]triquetra earrings[/URL] that dangle on her ear lobe, along with a pair of spider studs that sit gently above her triquetras, a [URL=http://img216.exs.cx/img216/3385/spidernecklace4mj.jpg]spider necklace[/URL] (on the right) that carries two sets of vials on each side, and to finalize it all, Celi wears a red and black ribbon bracelet that she has not taken off since she was four. Celi's usual outfit for a cold day is a black, long-sleeved black shirt underneath a dark colored tee that portrays either a cobra or spider in black outline on the front, along with baggy, dark colored pants, preferably black cargo pants that unzip a bit below the knees, and a black jacket or hoody. Her outfit on a warm day consists of wears a white or dark colored tee underneath a black or dark gray short sleeve blazer, or dark colored, short sleeve zip-up hoody with men's cargo shorts or slightly baggy, flared, dark colored pants. Yet, Celi is never seen without her baseball finger gloves that cut off at the middle joint of each finger. No one knows why she wears what she wears, when in fact her personality does not match her clothes, or does it? [B]Personality//[/B] Celi is a rambunctious tomboy who is filled with contradictions. She is aggressive but passive, cynical but accepting, tranquil but explosive. She is a leader who is passionate and determined, but also esoteric and stoic. She shouts through her music and actions, but speaks softly or speaks none at all. Celi is a strange girl who confuses everyone she meets, giving off the impression of very little but much more all at once. It's difficult to say who she truly is when in fact, no one knows. [B]Biography//[/B] The sounds of crying escaped through the breath of a young baby girl who was born on December 17, 1988. It was a cold winter night and the streets were carpeted with glistening white snow. On the very same day that this beauty was seen, another sight as marvelous as the snow was given to the world, this sight was Aricelia Quentamos. No one knew that she?d become like the harsh winter that she was born in, nor did they know that her sweet personality would turn rebellious and antithetic. Living in a world of perfection, Aricelia was trapped in her parents? love and affection. Being an only child brought not only gifts, but along with it, curses. It was hard for Celi to feel appreciated and be praised by her parents, for whatever she did was not enough for them. She felt that no matter what she did was not good enough, she had to be perfect in her parents? eyes or they would think otherwise of her. This charade that Celi acted out for so many years went to waste. It wasn?t up until she was seven years old that she saw that love would not come from her parents for they cared only for money, power, and wealth, nothing more. They say they love her, but what?s love when ignorance and unconcern for whatever she did or said was shown. For so long, Celi was the child that every parent wanted, the student that every teacher loved, the person that everyone admired and envied, but deep within was a longing to feel loved and be accepted. She was a straight A student with talents for many things, such as writing, art, speech, counseling, and much more. No one ever expected a young child to be this way, nor did they expect such heartache to be hidden from view. Everyday, she?d come home to an empty house, filled with nothing but expensive art and antiques that her parents would buy. When her parents were home, they?d only talk of the events at hand and who would throw what party, whose event was greater, or little things that mattered not to Celi. It was the same, nothing new, given money, credit cards, and all these other petty items and objects that would be given to Celi was only when they?d give attention, then they?d disregard her and send her away. A year later, a fire burned and the Quentamos house burned brightly in the center of the street, people watching this beautiful house fly up into flames, watching Carmen, Celi?s mother, lash out at her for the arson that she had caused, while her father tried to hold her back from hitting her. A smug smile appeared across Celi?s face as she watched the fire burn and explode, sparkling into the sky. She cared nothing for what her parents thought, nor did she care for anything in that home, excluding the things she hid before she set fire to the house. For a year, the Quentamos lived in another home that Celi?s father, Julio, had bought after he had bought the fire-burnt house. In that home, there was much pain and sadness, tragedy struck everyday, not for the others, but for Celi. Each day, she?d wake up to a screaming mother and a depreciating father watching her exit the door. She?d leave with neither a broken heart nor a broken soul. She left with a smile on her face, remembering the torture she brought to her parents as their home fell to ashes. Yet, it all started after their house was built once more. Everything not only went downhill, but it was then that she felt the true sting of her mother and father. Fear never struck into her heart and dread never clenched her mind. What was there to be afraid of when everything that her parents did hurt her? Why not hurt the only thing they loved and return the pain? She put up with all the crap that they gave her, she put up with all the trouble that they put her through, she did everything that they wanted her to do, why not do something for her for a change, yet did they ever do exactly that? Only anger and frustration was held into her fists as she sat through the shouts and threats that Carmen sent, the cuts and bruises that her mother gave as her father stood by, watching this helpless child stand before her mother and take in this supposed punishment, until one day, Celi had enough and left, never looking behind, taking only what she could carry and finding a place to live for her. From then on, she lived alone, causing trouble everywhere she went. Those who knew her feared her, those who saw her trembled, and those who defied her found out firsthand how things went with Celi. It wasn?t that she had a bad life that she turned cold and calloused and it wasn?t that she had people who loved her. It was the fact that there was torment and disgust staining her pure heart from the days that she stayed with her parents. They were the ones who had given her the will to change, turn her into this ?juvenile delinquent? that intimidated all those around her. No one knew the fateful day that would come of her; no one knew the terror that she would become, simply put- no one knew.

[size=1][color=#696969]I hope you know that this died. It's been dead for quite some time.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]"They say I can't have him." They were wrong. "No one knows what we've been through." They'll never know. "Everytime I'm with him, I'm a better person." They disbelieve that. "How can they hate a person they don't know?" They're only human. "Romeo, Romeo, why aren't you here? I miss you so." I miss you too.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name//[/B] Hikage Tatsuyaa [B]Shadow Name//[/B] Kurayami Onmitsu [B]Age//[/B] 16 [B]Gender//[/B] Female [B]Appearance//[/B] [B]Element(s)//[/B] [U]Yin & Yang-[/u] There can be no light without darkness. Yin and yang is a stronger power of the light and darkness, as well as the sun and moon element. This element combines both and takes on a stronger and more powerful element and creates this. [U]Shadows-[/U] From a single call of her name, Kurayami Onmitsu is born from the shadows and into the world. This power is driven from the Shadow Realm, which gives Kurayami the power of the Shadows. Her element of Shadows is less than that of the Shadow Lord, but it is nearly equal in power. [U] [B]Personality//[/B] Hikage [B]Short Biography//[/B] Never knowing her own parents, Hikage[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Sounds interesting. I can't wait to read the next few chapters. Yet.... something tells me something big, and when I say big I mean GODZILLA big is going to happen. o_O???? Lost at the moment. It's alright, I'll just go burn something. *Glances around* Sorry, forgot to mention that I'm a pyromaniac as well. *Shrugs and walks away*[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Bikini Bandits strike again. I'm proud of that chapter. And I'm happy to know we have Reise as a Bandit. Who shall we take down this time, Bandits?[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name//[/B] Nicole Knight [B]Stage Name//[/B] Spades [B]Code Name//[/B] Harlequinn [B]Age//[/B] 18 [B]Gender//[/B] Female [B]Description//[/B] [B]Personality//[/B] [B]Training//[/B] There are several things that Nicole keeps to herself and that is the secret to her training. Yet, she is known to be a ruthless fighter in and out of the battlefield. Unlike any other, Nicole is known to have an iron fist, silver tongue, and golden mind. To those who knew nothing of her, did not know the unmanagable power that she had, yet those who knew her knew the great combination of her wit and strength and found it fearful. Sorry, I'll get this up later.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Finally arriving at the school, Caresse walked out of her car and had the driver take the luggage with her as they walked up the flight of stairs. She sighed and waited as someone came out to greet them, Caresse was familiar with this school, and particularly not fond of the woman who stood before her. [B]"Welcome to Le Fleur School for Girls. I am Ms. Duncan, you must be Katherine Devoix."[/B] As the woman spoke, there was a hint of despise and greed surfacing from the faux kindness. [B]"Come, let me show you where your room is. By the way, where is your mother and father?" "My mother is on vacation at the moment and my father is on a business trip. They will not be here to attend the business affairs that you asked them to come to."[/B] Caresse spoke in a bit more high pitched and feminine voice then she usually would speak in. It wasn't difficult for her, for the reason that she was a suspended agent. [B]"If you have any questions about anything that concerns my stay, please feel free to speak to my family business agent. She'll be happy to inform you of anything."[/B] Nodding, Ms. Duncan showed Caresse a single room where she would live alone. Caresse looked around, looking to see if everything was in order and found nothing wrong. She had the driver drop off the bags and leave. She thanked him and he left, knowing that business was business for Caresse. Ms. Duncan, on the other hand, wanted to fully know the amount that Caresse's so called parents would give to the school. [B]"Katherine..." "Ms. Devoix, if you please. Katherine is for those who know me well enough."[/B] A bit of irritance creeped in Ms. Duncan's voice. [B]"Alright, [i]Ms. Devoix[/i], is there anything else you require for your stay here at Le Fleur? Perhaps you would like a phone call to your mother or father?" "No. And my mother wanted me to give you this."[/B] Reaching in her small bag, Caresse took out an envelope of the things that need to be provided for her. [B]"My mother wishes for my well being here at Le Fleur School for Girls and she has given to you a list of the certain items and foods that I am to be given. I hope that this is not too much to ask for." "Not... not a problem."[/B] Holding onto the envelope, all Ms. Duncan could think of was the money, even if it meant giving special treatment to a spoiled princess. [B]"I'll be in my office if you need me. Feel free to roam the halls."[/B] Smiling sweetly, Caresse watched as Ms. Duncan left the room. She scoffed and knew that all of the sweet, kind, caring Ms. Duncan was an act just for money. Caresse slipped out of her clothes and put on her uniform. She sat down and braided her hair into pig-tails, put on light lip gloss, and ate a mint before leaving. Like Ms. Duncan said, Caresse took the time to roam through the halls, hoping to bump into anyone who were talking about the kidnappings. She looked left and right and nearly bumped into her own sister. [B]"Oh, terribly sorry. I didn't see you."[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name//[/B] Robin [B]Codename//[/B] Pride [B]Age//[/B] 27 [B]Gender//[/B] Male [B]Appearance//[/B] [URL=http://www.orelinde.com/comart/fanart/nightwing.jpg]Pride[/URL] - Pride wears a black suit underneath his red tech gear. His hair is a jet black with streaks of crimson red at the tips of his spiked hair. His eyes are hidden [B]Weapons//[/B] Robin wears his Red Tech suit, which makes him the most deadliest fighter of all. His quick reflexes, highly intelligent mind, and ultimate speed, plus his red tech suit makes him the ultimate fighter that anyone has ever seen. With his Red Tech suit, he is given wings, created by Brother Blood, which enables him to fly, retracting claws that can cut through any metal, and explosive disks that eject from his arms. [B]Powers//[/B] His martial arts skills, the ability to fly, and his heightened senses. [B]Personality//[/B] Pride is no longer the child leader of a young teenage group, but the leader of a notorious group of fighters. Pride is the strongest and most unrecognizable of the Seven because of his Tech enhancements. He no longer relies on his little toys he once had when he led the Teen Titans, but he relies on his skills, as well as the Seven. Cunning, proud, determined, patient, and mysterious is who Pride has become. He is, undeniably, a better ?Slade? than Slade was himself. Pride will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. Pride has much pride and is probably known as a cruel and stalwart fighter. He is better than Slade, Robin, or Red X. Simply, he is better. [B]Biography//[/B] Once known as Robin, Pride has turned away from his childish days and grown to become a man named Pride.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Hearing about the kidnappings at the Le Fleur School for Girls, Caresse knew something had to be done. She knew that the school board would have nothing to do with investigations, which meant it was up to Caresse to find out what's happening. Grabbing her things, Caresse walked out of the building and called the school. A woman answered and Caresse placed her voice alteration device onto the phone as she spoke. When Caresse spoke, the woman on the other end heard an older woman speaking. [B]"Hello, I would like to enroll my daughter into the Le Fleur School for Girls." "May I ask what your daughter's name is?" "Her name is Katherine Devoix, daughter of Norman Devoix of the Devoix enterprise." "Just a moment. I'll put you through to the Dean of the school."[/B] Everything was going according to plan, except it was Ami, Caresse's little sister that was the problem. She would ahve to find some way to convince Ami that Caresse was actually Katherine. ---------------------------------- [B]OOC:[/B] Sorry I haven't posted earlier and sorry for the ugly post. I haven't been able to get on as much as I wanted to because of my computer. It's down at the moment. I'll try to post as much as I can.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]OOC:[/B] I may not be able to get on as much as I would like since my computer is down. I am on my brother's computer at the moment. --------------------------------------- Listening to Green Day, Adrian's hand was in a fury as he began to sketch out a picture. He was quite artistic, as well as he was intelligent. He was possibly one of the most potential students in St. John to ever graduate, but then again St. John was known for its bright students. Adrian looked up as a teacher cleared his throat. Sighing, Adrian looked past the teacher and at the board, only to see the words "Quid Pro Quo". The teacher crossed his arms and Adrian pulled down an ear as he waited for the teacher. [B]"Mr. Hardt, can you explain to us what the latin term "Quid Pro Quo" means?" "I believe I can, Mr. Phillips. "Quid Pro Quo" is the latin term meaning "What for what?" It is legal term widely used in transactions of valued items or favours, in return for giving something of value. It is also meant as an equal exchange, a substitution. It can also mean "a favour for a favour". Does that answer your question, Mr. Phillips?" "Partially. Well done, Mr. Hardt. Please take off your headset and listen in."[/B] Shrugging, Adrian continued to keep his headphones on as he listened to "Boulevard of Broken Dreams", a song he favoured. He looked down at his paper and noticed someone tapping his shoulder. He turned around to find a boy handing him a piece of paper that smelt of a fruity aroma. He wasn't the sort who liked getting letters and such, he liked confrontations. Adrian liked girls who could walk up to him and just say something, not have someone else do it or write something. Opening the letter, Adrian read [i]I'm wondering if you wanted to go with me as my date to the dance. Meet me at the church at midnight. I'll talk to you there. Love, Katarina. Kissed and Hugs to you, Adrian.[/i] The bell had rung and once Adrian stepped outside of the classroom, he saw Zach. Still walking with a smirk on his face, the two went on to the find Donovan.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B][U]Imogen's Ex[/B][/U] [B]Name//[/B] Adrian Hardt [B]Age//[/B] 17 [B]Gender//[/B] Male [B]Appearance//[/B] [URL=http://www.vamppire.com/snowdrop/eyes/65.jpg]Adrian in a suit[/URL] ; [URL=http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/guys/Spiral05.jpg]Regular Adrian[/URL] [B]Subjects//[/B] [list] [*]Fencing [*]Advanced English/ Creative Writing [*]Art [*]Sports [*]Advanced Latin [*]Advanced Psychology [/list] [B]Personality//[/B] Adrian was everything but an outcast. He was someone that everyone liked and loved. He was practically royalty in St. John's, yet there was only one person who could have his heart and that was Imogen. He wasn't the type to love and be loved, he was the Prince Charming that all the girls fawned over, the Robin Hood that escaped into the night, the Knight in shining armor sitting upon a pure white andalusian horse. All the boys wanted to be like him, all the girls wanted him, the adults complimented him, but only Imogen saw past all the glorious righteousness. She saw the kind-hearted boy that he was, the kid that wanted to be loved and taken cared for. This was why he loved Imogen for who she was, because she was a pure heart and only saw the inner appearance. Now, Adrian doesn't even care for who he is anymore. He still holds his head high, but deep inside pain strikes him down. There was nothing more hurtful than to have left Imogen. His break up with her made it all seem surreal, as if everything he lived for wasn't what it was. It hurt and that pain needed to be dealt with. His break up with Imogen made Adrian become stoic and esoteric, almost left in solitude. He's become an apathetic, asocial, and distant character, who cares nothing for anything. He is an outcast that fights for himself, that fights to survive. Yet, deep inside, something pulls at Adrian's heart everytime he sees Imogen. He wants her back, to tell her everything, but everytime he tries to talk to her, he chokes and runs away. His quiet and piercing silence returned to him, just as his isolated persona did. He returned to the rebel that he was before St. John's. He returned to the boy who fought to live, killed to survive, and stole to know. Although he has feelings for Imogen, another takes after his heart. Her name's Charity McKnight and everytime he sees her, his heart skips a beat, just as it did when he first saw Imogen, and it still does. Confused and heart-broken, Adrian's left in the middle of a situation where he could go back to Imogen, his first love, or take a chance with Charity. But do rebels choose or do they run? [B]Bio//[/B] Adrian was a child who never quite knew his parents. The only friend he ever had was his butler, Edward, who passed away a few years after his parents had died. Yet, during the years that Edward was with Adrian, he never took advantage of the fact that Edward was his butler. He always thought Edward to be a friend, as well as a guardian. He was the one that helped Adrian with homework, trouble at school, and miscellaneous things. But Edward knew that he was getting old and so at the age of 10, Adrian was placed in St. John. During the time he was in St. John, he had developed a disposition towards rebellion and fighting. The Prince of Fists, he was called, but also the lord duke was a mere nickname that he received. Such petty names were given to him by the schoolmates that roamed the hallways. He trusted no one nor did they trust him. He cared not for the worldy materials, nor did he care for the affections that spread throughout the school. People were cold and evil, they deserved to be cast out into the rain, just as he was. If there was anyone in the world who understood him, it was his friends, Donovan Black and Zach Long. They knew him to be a leader who could help these sheep along, making everything in their rightful place. They also knew him to be a person of a calloused heart and jaded eyes, never looking back nor forward at the world, only what is present at the time. The three grew close and inseperable, they became to be known as the Three Musketeers, but the things they did were not so right and wrong, but what they believed was deemed worthy. Sooner than not, Adrian was known as the silver-haired prince of St. John for his handsome ways and his royal outlook on things. Everyone always said that he must have been brought up by the queen's people, yet it was merely an understatement. He was only brought up by a man who loved him for who he was, which brought him to Imogen. A girl who saw people for who they really were, not for what they wanted or who they knew. This was the first girl that caught his eye, as well as his heart. Imogen was the first for anything and he wanted to make it right. For several years, Adrian and Imogen dated. They were dubbed as the item of the year, a couple who would marry and become king and queen of england. Imogen didn't care, so why did Adrian? It was she who made him a better person, a man in all his wise ages. But somehow, they fell apart. Broken into irreplacalbe pieces. Their hearts could not be mended, nor their souls. Torn and ripped, only Donovan and Zach knew what Adrian could return to, they didn't want to see another episode of Adrian's life turning into a darkened season, they wanted to see Adrian for the passive and joyous person he was, an exuberant person that everyone knew him to be. They knew he had a crush on Charity, but everyime he saw Imogen, his heart fluttered and his stomach lurched. The two girls made him feel inexplicably wonderful. How can he go back to who he was when he was the one who brought it all down? How could he return to the person who wanted to be for years, when he was the one who destroyed that life? How could he just return when he was the one who walked away? The question is just, how could he?[/size][/color]