Revelation

[size=1][color=#696969][B][U]Woman's Brother[/B][/U] [B]Name:[/B] Jesse Nesbitt [B]Age:[/B] 27 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Occupation:[/B] [B]Appearance:[/B] [B]Personality:[/B] [B]Bio:[/B] I'll get this up later, Meth.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name:[/B] Michelle Yoo-Jin Lee - Michelle or Ms. Lee: Associates/ Clients/ Others call her this name Yoo-Jin: Koreans call her this Shelly: Close friends/ Family call her this. [B]Age:[/B] 23 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Occupation:[/B] She has not one, but many jobs. She works as an art/music teacher, heir to the Muse Hotel, student at a University, bartender at her uncle's Night Club, and various other miscellaneous jobs. But it is not these jobs that she has a passion for. Her true dream is to become a detective or become an C.I.A. agent, or even a pediatrician. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.stoo.com/online_image/2002/0709/20020709_15_01.jpg]Michelle[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] Cold-hearted, open-minded, and blunt, yet kind, caring, and good-hearted is who Michelle is. She is determined and aggressive, but at the same time liberal and hard-working. In her mind, there are many obstacles and opportunities, you must overcome the obstacles to gain the opportunities that will lead you to your goals. [B]Single/Taken:[/B] Single, interested, but not looking. [B]Bio:[/B] Nothing was given to her just because she was the daughter of the owner of the Muse Hotel. Nothing was given to her because of the fact that her mother died. She had to earn every inch and every penny to get to where she is now. It was this determination that would make her one of the greatest people in New York. It is this hard-work and want that will someday give her a household name. Not many can say that for themselves, but Michelle knows who she is and she never doubts her abilities, nor does she care what people think about her. When life gives her lemons, she throws them back.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Veritas danced in the air as he took flight with Seiryuu and Arcana. Ianus looked and could not help but to smile at his care-free emotion. It's been long since her smile returned to her face. Not many could say they've seen her happy since her father and the clan. Her smile quickly faded, just as fast as it had arrived. She felt she was compelled to only focus on her promise and the task at hand. Arcana could feel this, he felt the same, but knew that even hard work could determinably destroy the soul. [B]{"Look yonder, 'tis the castle of Ilthica that I see. 'Tis the land of my elders that Ilthica lies on the edge. Come, come, let us fly."} ["Such happiness comes from you, Veritas. I am glad to see this. But remember that we are here on a mission, a task. And remember that we have a promise to fulfill. It is not our place to be caught off-guard. The others have probably arrived. But, yet, let us fly."][/B] Seiryuu, Veritas, and Arcana took speed as they flew with the breeze of the wind. They soon saw the fountain that Robin and the others gathered around below. Veritas was first to dive down, then Seiryuu, and finally Arcana. As the three dove down, Seiryuu was stopped by Ianus as a voice echoed in the air. [B]("Is something wrong?") ["Hmm. I'm not sure, my dragon. But I feel that someone is calling out to me. I'm not sure who it is, but it's distant and far, but still I hear them."] ("It's probably just the wind. The others are waiting, we should go. We're already late as it is.")[/B] Nodding, Seiryuu resumed his landing and landed a few feet from the fountain. Arcana was nowhere to be found in others' eyes, but Ianus could see that he was waiting beside Veritas, who was still flitting around in a hyperactive flight. Seiryuu reverted to his lizard form and slithered upon Ianus' shoulder as she walked towards, not the fountain, but to Arcana and Veritas. Eyes followed her movement and could see her touching thin air. The Elementals' beasts could see that she was touching Arcana, but their masters could not. She was also speaking to him, but was not heard. Ianus' hood covered her face and in doing so, her expression was not seen as she turned to look at the others. She waited to see what they had to say, for she could hear their thoughts. [B]"So make your choice."[/B] The Elemental with the three dragons spoke to the Death Elemental, who merely looked on with the others. She then turned back to the Thunder Elemental. [B]["Seems our so-called fellow Elementals know nothing of what they are up against. They know not that Gwydion sends to only see how her enemy works. 'Tis true 'tis pity."][/B] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [B]OOC:[/B] Aiya! Sorry I haven't written in so long. Don't worry, I'll get caught up and if there's something wrong with my post, I'll edit it.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]So, you are able to have powers similar to that of your parents as well? Interesting. This brings up other questions. 1. What if your parents' powers are similar? I'm not even sure if there are characters with similar powers. Anyways, would the child of those parents have both or a combination of both? 2. Could we include characters from the comics? Or did we already discuss that here? 3. Are there any limits as to what power is available when it comes to the child? 4. You talked about siblings. If there are two completely different parents, is it still possible to have twins who have the same power, or is it not? And what about two similar parents, as I have asked above, is it possible to have two completely different and vice-versa?[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Many of these people have already said the several habits that I possess. But then again, I have several more hidden in the back of my mind. Oh, but before I begin, I think asking people to join the Chocolate/ Computer/ Hang Up On People Club is irrelevant to this thread. And I am not trying to be a mod, but I'm just saying. Anyways, on to my so-called "habits". [B]Biting My Nails/ Cuticles/ Lips/ inside of Cheek:[/B] Whether or not my nails are short, I am constantly biting them. If I cannot bite my nails, then I will bite my cuticles, which caused them to become nasty looking. And if I can't bite my cuticles, on to my lips. I have chapped lips and it tempts me to bite it off. But, if it starts to bleed, I'll stop and bite the inside of my mouth. Strange, isn't it? [B]Talking Too Much/ Too Loud/ To Myself:[/B] I have a way of expressing myself and this way is being loud and talking a lot. If you were in a crowd of screaming people, roaring and cheering and whatnot, I would probably be heard above all those people. And when it comes to talking, I cannot shut my mouth once it opens. Unless I am taking tests, paying attention to something, or sleeping. Also, I tend to talk to myself a lot. My friends will hear my say something and they'll be like, "What? Did you say something?" And I'll look at them and say, "Huh? What? No. I was talking to myself." And then, they'll give me the eye-roll. [B]Being Too Nice:[/B] It's not really a bad habit, but some people find it annoying. My friends tell me that I am the nicest person that they've ever met. I was raised like that and I guess it just stuck with me. Being kind, polite, and nice is something that I like about myself. Oh, like just today my friend was joking around by saying that she lost my Biology Notes for my final and she thought I was crazy for not getting mad. But, then again, that's just me. I'd just brush it off. [B]Singing Too Much:[/B] This REALLY annoys people. I cannot stress this enough because just saying that I sing too much is only a statement. I'll sing anywhere, anytime, and anything. I'll have a song stuck in my head and sing that for a while, then five minutes later, I will be singing a different tune, and then five minutes after that, another tune. I am just singing and singing, and never stopping. [B]Grammar and Conjunctions:[/B] When people are writing or speaking, I tend to correct them constantly, especially when they're writing. I'll be watching over their shoulder, or whatever, and I'll tell them that's wrong, that's wrong, and just correct it many times. [B]Procrastination:[/B] I guess I'm one of the many procrastinators of OB. Mostly everyone says that asians are very smart and they get things done, but...they haven't met me. I procrastinate A LOT. Come test time, I'll study last minute and get a fairly average grade on it. I hate it when I procrastinate. [B]Honesty:[/B] Another habit that's not bad, but it's something that I do constantly as well. Somehow, at times, I cannot tell a lie. I'll try to tell a lie, but there'll be this quiet voice telling me that it's wrong and that it'll get us all in trouble. I've been taught that it's better to tell the truth then to tell a lie. It's one of the things that makes me unique, I guess. In my mind, if this lie will only get us all in trouble, I'll tell part of it or all of it, depending on who I'm talking to. If it's my mom, I'll tell her almost anything and everything. [B]Emotions:[/B] I tend to build up my emotions, suppressing them and not showing them to others. I'm rarely ever seen without a smile, unless I have a reason to be without one. Some could say it's a bad habit, but it's ok to me. I'm perfectly fine with it and I know how to manage it healthily. [B]Drawing/ Doodling:[/B] Whatever I have in my hands or whatever is in front of me, I will doodle on. Notes, class papers, book work, whatever paper I have, I'll doodle on. [B]Fidgeting:[/B] I wouldn't really call it fidgeting, but I didn't know what else to call it. I sort of can't stay still for a long time. I have to move around, unless I'm really tired. I have to tap my fingers, tap my pencil/pen, tap my foot, do something to keep me occupied. It makes people go crazy everytime that I do this. [B]Cracking:[/B] One of the many things that gross people out or creep them out. I can crack my neck, back, knuckles, ankles, toes, knees, elbows, wrists, and sometimes my shoulders. I shouldn't be doing it, but it just comes naturally, just as biting my nails, etc. I feel like I'm missing something, but even if I did, this is sufficient enough to post. Wow, I think I wrote a lot. Maybe someone else will write more...who knows?[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]See, everyone's seen [B]Seven[/B] except me. And all have been telling me that it was a good movie. I must rent and watch! But, that's irrelevant as to this thread. Such a beautiful RPG. I love it to death and it loves me! Hmm, I may just as well take it from you and make it my own, moahahahahaah! *ahem* I must behave myself when in the presence of others. *Or else, my brother will have my head. Stupid Metatron always picking on me.* However, I would love to be a Sin or a Chapel. But, then again, it would be wondrous to be able to play as a Chapel. Oh, how joyous! It is most wonderful, dear brother. And no, I am fine. It's the rest of the world that's messed up. ^_^[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Upon her arrival in front of the house of Temozareila, Anansee was reluctant to step foot out of her carriage, but her butler had gotten out and already opened her door. With a sigh, she layed her hand upon his and was escorted inside. Before she entered, she fixed her mask of spider's eyes, breathed in deeply, and put on a smile to greet the others inside. The door opened and the servant of the house greeted them with great respect. Walking in, the servant took her coat and revealed her illuminating dress and the three jeweled spiders on her shoulders and chest. The servant stared at the arachnids and was taken aback, but suddenly recovered before Anansee could ask anything. The butler excused himself from her presence and entered with the other servants as his mistress entered the main area. [B]["Such a large crowd, this year. Possibly the largest I've seen yet."][/B] The guest began to part a way for Anansee as she came through. Their eyes fell upon her and followed her every movement. The younger women in the crowds gossiped, the men talked, and the elders spoke. In their own way, they all were speaking about Anansee. She then came to a stop at a horrendous sight, but was particularly not surprised. She kept her eyes on the silver haired lord, then averted her eyes to a sapphire eyed lord, and finally her eyes fell upon whom she thought to be the head of the household. [B]["There he stands. Quite handsome, I should think. Hmm, interesting, he comes this way. What should happen next? What should happen next?"][/B] A smirk hidden beneath a smile gently gave way to her lips. Anansee stood in her emerald green dress, glittering brighter than any diamond or jewel seen before. Her mere presence was gleaming and all could see this glowing beauty, but none said anything. Anansee looked and the head of household bowed to her. Everyone stared on with either gaping mouths, shocked expressions, or gasps. Anansee returned their shock and this man's bow with a graceful curtsy. [B]"Welcome. I assume you have just arrived?" "That you are correct, milord." "Let me introduce myself. I am Belial 'ap Temozareila of the house of Temozareila." ["So, he's the Belial that my servants have been speaking of. Then where is the other Temozareila heir, I wonder?"] "A pleasure to meet you, milord. I am Anansee Jamethiel Bryson of the house of Bryson."[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]As quickly as she had started, Ianus stood with the whip in her left hand, the glaive in her right, and her companions at her sides. She walked down the streets as an eery mist began to rise up from the dust. The demons ahead stood their ground, but were slowly backing away, not waiting for what would happen if they had met the shadow that followed this sorceress. The four of darkness came to a stop as they smelled the fear upon these weaker demons. They waited for a stronger opponent to arrive, whom Ianus knew would come. At that exact moment, loud, quaking stomps were heard from the back of Ianus and the animals. They all turned to face Tiranus, the king of demonic half-beasts. A great bellow erupted from his mouth, but they stood without flinching. [B]"You stand in our way of destruction. Get out of my way, petty human. And take your little [i]pets[/i] with you."[/B] Ianus' cloak hid her face, which was why the minotaur could not see the smirk on her face, but her chuckling was heard. The minotaur seemed surprised and growled slightly, not knowing why Ianus was laughing. The laughter kept going and going, until Ianus looked up and her eyes had turned a devious black. The mist that followed began to swirl around her. This signaled the animals to leave her side for the moment. [B]"HAH! You make me laugh, Tiranus, king of the demonic half-beasts! Did you think that I would walk from this path? Thou must be corrected, for I stand away from no one's path." "What's this? Stand out of my way, child, or prepare yourself for death!" "I do not fear death nor do I fear battle. It is that of death and battle that fears me. I should advise for you to prepare for battle."[/B] The minotaur bellowed loudly and visciously. Ianus began to levitate into the air and black energy swirled about her in a calming whirlwind. The energy then appeared around her hands. The minotaur was taken aback, but shook his head and jumped into the air to reach Ianus, but was blown back to the ground. With each try, Ianus grew stronger and the minotaur grew weaker. At this time, Ianus slowly came back to the ground, but did not touch it. She was 3 feet from the ground and looked at the minotaur. She closed her eyes and had her palms facing the ground. The black energy slowly became two swirls of darkness in front of her, which quickly spread outwards. The minotaur could only look on as the darkness began to reach him. He looked to Ianus, who began to mutter a few words under her breath. The swirls quickly covered everything around and all that were touched by the black haze were blinded and consumed by visions of death and torment, visions that they had never experienced before. [B]"NO! GET IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT OF ME! AAAHH!" "Heh. Poor Tiranus, 'tis such a pity that you must see the evil within. Tsk tsk. Let me help you ease that pain."[/B] Ianus turned her palms upward and began to raise them, as if she was pulling onto something. The minotaur and several other demons fell to the ground, holding their eyes, ears, or head, screaming. The dark mist began to swirl around the minotaur, trying to grasp him, but never touching. It began to consume him, drawing him into the darkness, binding him. At this time, Ianus flew her arms to the side, causing the darkness to strain him. [B]"How does it feel to have the darkness turn on you, Tiranus? Preprae to die." "NOOOO!!!!"[/B] With one quick move, the minotaur became limp and the darkness returned to Ianus. She landed on the ground and the black mist was gone. The other demons did not move and her work was done. She walked back to the inn, seeing that Robin and Lee were standing there. Ianus pulled her hood over her face before she went up to them. Seiryuu and Veritas sat upon her shoulder and Arcana was visible. Another bloodshed village, another death, another darkness.[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name:[/B] Adrian von Heilige III [B]Alias:[/B] Geist [B]Age:[/B] 27 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.psycko-hentai.de/grafix/gallery/bg24/Priss_Knight_Saber_cs.jpg]Geist[/URL] - The color of her suit is black, gray, and white. There are several accessories on the suit as well. [URL=http://www.psycko-hentai.de/grafix/gallery/bg12/tri45.jpg]Adrian[/URL] - She wears a black vest over her tank-top, as well as a black beanie with a skull on it. [B]Position:[/B] Sniper [B]Weapons:[/B] [URL=http://www.opsinc.us/img/product/silencer.40.01.jpg].40 Caliber MBS suppressor[/URL], Silencer Pistols, Rifle Mount, Heat/ Night goggles, and tracking devices/ GPS system [B]Bio:[/B] It's been nearly 13 years since I've seen the androids begin their attack. I thought it was mere coincidence with the malfunctions in the homes, but soon I was proved wrong. These androids were out to kill, they were determined to rid the world of humans and take this place for theirs. It was a destructive world and I was in the middle of it all. For years, humans have lived in fear of the androids and the machines. No one knew how to stop them nor did they want to. They feared them too much to do anything. I was afraid, but I was not afraid to stand to the androids. I was determined to show that artificial intelligence had its limits. A.I. That' what they called those androids where I was. They despised them and hated that they were exiled from what was once their home. They could remember their homes burning, their families slaughtered, and their whole life painfully destroyed. It was a tragedy and not even the military could stop this horrendous act. I always thought that they could do anything, but if they couldn't even stop these machines, then who do we depend on? Like most, I only have myself to depend on and no one else. When the first A.I. attack occured, my house was crushed, along with my mother and baby sister. I was devastated and angered, wanting to much to destroy these wired machines. The only people that were left with me was my older brother and sister. They were both just as badly pained as I. It was hard for all of us to deal with the death of our remaining family. It was even harder after my older brother and sister were taken from me and put to death right before my eyes. My sister's screams still echo throughout my ears. I watched and ran from that sight, never wanting to experience it again. Never wanting to face another death. But it didn't happen like that. It's been 13 years since the first A.I. attack and I'm still living, ready to fight against these terrors, waiting for the day that we take back what was once rightfully ours. It's been 13 years and I can still hear my brother's words lingering within me. "Veritas. Prosapia. Find it and it shall be yours." I must find the truth to avenge my family. This is my will to fight and this is my will to rage war.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Wow, Juu. Those are awesome pictures. My faves are: [B]As Heaven Is Wide:[/B] I like the how you've created that glow. It makes it looks professional and the way it just reflects on your hair, looks awesome. It's very illuminating and almost luminescent. [B]I Wish I was Perfect:[/B] It's true what they say, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words really do hurt." Kind of makes you wonder whether or not what we say does affect people, whether or not people do listen when you think they don't. But other than that, I'm guessing you used the sepia effect for this picture, to get that brown? Reminds me of one of those scenes where there's just you and one big room and one light that hangs above, swinging and swinging, never stopping, but flickering every few moments. Such a sad moment, is it not? [B]You and Who's Army?:[/B] Rebellious. Distant. Dark. I LOVE IT! The darker colors contrasts to allow the lighter color, in this case red, to brighten. Although the whole picture looks a bit cool in color, the red is the only part that warms, which is an awesome effect. Then, there's the expression in your face that makes this a better picture. Altogether, the colors, expression, and style says it all. [B]Call Me Odd:[/B] The fog/smog/mist in the higher regions, plus the light that's coming from the sides, plus the taggings on the side puts together a marvelous lighting. And it's as if you're looking into a blurring scene, know what I mean? It's something about that picture that captures my attention, but I'm not quite sure what it is. [B]Cry those tears:[/B] Beautiful picture of your eye. The effect that you gave this picture is cool and dark. Where there should be warmer colors, there is more colder shading. It really does look like you're about to cry, but you're holding back the tears. A bit grainy, but overall excellent way to produce this. [B]Butterfly Collector:[/B] Reminds me of the Grudge. That one meowing kid, you know? Even though, I haven't seen the movie. But, Butterfly Collector looks a bit shocked, by the way your expression is. Or you look scared of something. I'm thinking you used the sepia effect again, only this time in a darker area? [B]What the world needs:[/B] Herbal Essence! LOL. And yes, that is what the world needs now a days. I liked it because it looked cute. ^_~* and finally [B]Jubilee:[/B] The beauty of a flower says it all. Its colors coincide quite well and I just think it looks really pretty. ^_^ I edited.. ^_^ You and Raiha are awesome at photography. Man, I envy the two of you. There's something in each one that brings me in awe and I'm just captured by them. Excellent work, Juu. Keep it up ^_^[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Those are all really good questions. And I'm wondering, what about the other various characters that were unnamed? For example: Speedy, Wildebeest, Aqualad, etc. Would people be allowed to have them as parents?[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name:[/B] Gabriella Kim MacGuire [B]Age:[/B] 32 [B]Appearance:[/B] Standing at a fair 5'5, Gabriella has a fairly tanned skin with full lips, along with beautiful, hazy gray eyes. Her hair is a layered, glistening dark brown streaked with dark golden brown highlights. She has seven piercings and three tattoos on her body. The three tattoos are placed at the base of her neck, the small of her back, and on her pelvic region. She wears her piercings on her naval, ear lobes, upper cartilage, and tongue. She has a horizontal scar on her right bicep and a stab wound on her left rib. Gabriella prefers to wear clothing that is comfortable and conservative, but at times she will wear styles that are a bit revealing and sensual. She despises the fact that people look to her and compliment on how she would look wondrous in a dress or skirt, it just isn't her style. She loves to dress in baggy pants, dark colored tank tops, perhaps a jacket or zip-up hoody vest, and tennies. It was how she was raised to dress. [B]Short Bio:[/B] [I][U]In the Past...[/U][/I] Training for the day to come, Gabriella was never pushed to uphold the familiy tradition of going into the military, it was what she had always wanted to do. She had been at many military camps, academies, and various training schools that her father and mother registered her for. She was proud to bring the family job down the line for the reason that her mother was an ex-Navy and her father an ex-Marine. They were both proud that she would take upon the role of being in the military. But plans suddenly changed when, at the age of 13, Gabriella mustered up the courage to tell her mother and father that military life was not for her. She was determined to enter the S.W.A.T. team down in Los Angeles, where she was born. She knew that this decision would become such a catastrophe in her home, but quickly found that her parents knew how she felt and in doing so, didn't push her to go or attend the academies, training facilities, and etc. They merely told her about the places and she was pleased to hear about the places. It wasn't the parents' fault nor her's that Gabriella's choice had changed. During a time at one of the camps, Gabriella received message that her parents were killed. Sorrow and vengeance replaced that of which was innocence and joy in Gabriella's heart. She did not know what to do or how to act around people. She wasn't herself anymore. She had turned into girl with a calloused heart, jaded eyes, and a dark expression upon her face. She became distant and asocial, never speaking to anyone nor allowing anyone to conversate with her. Gabriella kept to herself for the longest time. She hated herself for going away and not being able to help her parents. It pained her and even angered her to think about their death. When such anger and sorrow arrived in her heart, she did not take it out on herself nor on others, she suppressed those emotions for the time being. But over the years, those emotions grew and grew within her, but did not consume her. It did not inflict any harm or trauma to herself, but merely distanced herself more from people that cared for her. At the age of 18, Gabriella was admitted to become an intern for one of the S.W.A.T. members in Los Angeles. There, she made a name for herself and became well-known and well-respected. No one questioned her authority or otherwise. The hardened years gave her a new view upon life, a more open and realistic vision. It gave her new insight on everything, which made Gabriella more open to anything ever since. Her perspective on everything changed, but still her heart remained silent and shut from all, never allowing anyone to enter. Nearly 7 years later, Gabriella was asked to join a captain and his crew. She did not know what the mission was nor why she was asked, but it seemed apparent that they needed someone of her talent and abilities to provide them whatever information they needed, which was why she accepted. She knew nothing about the mission, who was arriving with the captain, or what would happen. All she knew was that it was what her parents would have wanted. [I][U]In the Present...[/I][/u] Alarms were blaring all around, all were racing to the pods to be, once again, drenched in disgusting gunk. Gabriella had heard the alarms and ran towards the pods, but stopped midway and looked back. She hesitated, knowing that the admiral was on board. With a sigh, Gabriella ran towards where the admiral was held. When upon finding him, she put his arm over her shoulder and she hurried as fast as she could before the ship came crashing into the moon's gravitational hold. Beads of sweat dropped from her forehead as she was seen near the pod room. Allen was there, knowing that not all of his crew were present. Breathing heavily, the admiral was taken from her arms and helped Allen put him into a stasis pod. She looked to Allen and he helped her into a pod, before stepping into one himself. Thoughts ran throughout her head, not knowing what to expect when the ship came crashing down. It wasn't exactly devistating, or dramatic, but just the mere thoughts of what they might find or what would happen constantly played in her head. But soon, she fell asleep, not unconciously, but because of the chemicals that the stasis pod produced. It put her into a comatose-like state, that allowed her to feel nothing. What would happen next, no one knew, only God himself.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name:[/B] Anansee Jamethiel Bryson [B]Age:[/B] 28 [B]Description:[/B] A woman of elegance and beauty, [URL=http://www.santharia.com/pictures/enayla/enayla_pics/fan.jpg]Anansee[/URL] stands a fair 5'7", always adorning herself with jewelry and accessories resembling several different insects symbols. Her skin is a pale white with glittering eyes of emerald, full and pouting, rose red lips, and a button nose. Her body is slender and lithe, which accentuates her positive figure. Her legs are long and graceful, which makes her look as if she's gliding, and her fingers are remarkably fine and delicate, agile on the piano and violin. Around her neck is always an obsidian spider with two red jewels in the center of it. It is her signature jewelry, but her most prized possessions are her grandmary's journal and her book locket, which has the pictures of her grandmary and her parents. She loves to wear dangling earrings that glitters in the light, but most of all, she adores jewelry the colors of the Emerald Tree Boa, crab spiders, and dragonflies. Their ornate colors and beautiful designs intrigues her and in doing so, allows her to become fascinated with their shapes and colors and create them into jewelry and the like. When attending a party, meeting, or one's house, this aristocrat illuminates by wearing shades of green, blue, red, and black. For each dress, she has a different set of jewelry to garnish herself. When attending a festivity, Anansee wears her spider's eyes mask, spider mask, magician's mask, or her sorceress' mask. It depends on how she feels and what she is wearing. When Anansee is at home or on an errand, or the like, she wears her deep ocean blue cloak, jet black pants, black tunic with silver trimmings, and brings her weapons with her. [B]Personality:[/B] Unlike many of the other aristocrats here in Mordax, I have nothing to hide and nothing to fear. I do not walk out of my home with an airy and snobbish appearance, I appear with a straight and secure face, never looking up nor down. I appear with a dark and mysterious aura that makes people wonder things. It's not unknown to say that I am possibly the most venomous woman in all of Mordax. Yet, I do not allow my beauty to interfere with my business, nor do I allow it to get me anywhere or anything in life. My father had always taught me to never ask, but earn what you need. Since the youngest of ages, I've been told that I would become a sadistic, sophisticated, powerful, and dark. It's true what they say, I am a sadistic, sophisticated, powerful, and dark woman, but not only am I these things, I am apathetic, sarcastic, strong, and cool. I care nothing for the aristocratic wealth nor do I care for the aristocratic ways. I live my life by my own rules, my ways, and my agenda. No one shall tell me otherwise, and no one shall show me otherwise. My fathed had always told me, "Pity will bring you nothing and take you nowhere, passion, mercy, patience, and control will bring you the riches of the world. You must earn what you wish for. Hard-work will make the soul stronger and the mind willed." And since then, I have become a woman of moral and responsibility. [B]Weapons:[/B] One of the few women known to handle a sword, Anansee possesses a blade unlike any other. The Vipère Lamelle is developed from the renassaince rapier and schiavona. Its intricate details make it a slender and lithe sword to handle. With the schiavona's well balance and the rapier's lithe cut-and-thrust, the Vipère becomes a weapon of elegance. A second weapon that Anansee uses is her Araignée. It is shaped like a spider hair clip, but when a few drops of her clear chemical upon it, it comes to life and becomes whatever she wishes it to be. The Araignée was originally designed for a delicate hair clip, but the shape intrigued her to further its abilities to become one of her greatest weapons. The Araignée is just as deadly as she and always comes out with a twist. [B]Introductions are in Order:[/B] [B][I]IBack in the Day[/I][/B] It was early December, the snow had begun to fall and the streets were filled with a white carpet. Anansee was sitting at her marble piano, watching outside of her window, looking at the children at play. The laughter and the flowing notes became one and her mind was filled with a story and pictures. She closed her eyes and imagined a beautiful lake, surrounded by a glistening white path and jade statues. A young girl, about the age of 10 walked hand in hand towards the end of the path with her mother and father. She looked up to see smiling faces looking down at her. A ray of sunshine hit the statues and everything brightened. When she was finished, Anansee opened her eyes and looked to her mother, who nodded. Walking up to her room, Anansee closed the door behind her and plopped in front of the ruby red trunk at the foot of her bed. She carefully opened it and took out the beautiful journal that was given to her from her grandmother. She was in awe of it and did not want to ruin its ornate pages. As she flipped through the pages, a card fell out which Anansee had not seen. She picked it up and read it. It had read: [I]To my dearest granddaughter, I give this to you years before your coming of age. I am afraid that I may not be able to attend your Ivorian Day. I may not be able to see you for ages to come. I suppose, I'm asking you to write your most wonderful thoughts and pour your heart into this journal and remember me. Do not tell your mother and father that I put this second card in here. Don't be afraid, my young one. I will always be near you, no matter what. With much love, Grandmary.[/I] Anansee was confused, but soon understood and smiled sweetly. She held onto the journal and sat at her desk, holding out a pen and thinking. [B][I]Now in the Present[/B][/I] I could still hear the laughter of the children even at this age. The cold winter breezed outside and I stood inside of my parents' home, which became mine after their death. There was news that another battle would be present and that I was invited. I'd rather not attend, yet it would be rude not to appear before my invitee. I was always taught to attend where there will be people and present myself, so that I could bring much honor and respect to my family's name. Alas, most of these people despise that my father was the most wealthy man in all of Mordax, as well as the most, well-respected man. It's such a shame that these people are hypocritical and not understanding. I haven't introduced myself, have I? My name is Anansee Jamethiel Bryson, of the House of Bryson. I am a respected aristocrat in the place of my father, Lord Sabien von Bryson the IV. I stand in the lines of royalty and high power, but to get there, I must earn my way. I must use my strengths and weaknesses to become the greatest. My fear? I have no fears, only that of which I am scared of. I do not squabble, I do not steal, nor do I prostitute, like some girls in the society. I was born and raised to be polite, strong, and apathetic. You could say my father raised me the way he would raise a son. You're stifling a laugh, I presume? Quite alright, I'm perfectly happy the way I am. My personality may be stronger than most men, but I am still a woman. There is a party at the Temozaraila house. I wish to attend and I must prepare myself, so if you will excuse me.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Growing aggravated and a bit tiresome of those around her, Alex decided to venture upstairs and find Kendall. But, Kendall's mom came down with the pizza and her way was blocked, but being the good samaritan she is, she decided to help Kendall's mom with the pizza. A smile and thanks came from Kendall's mom and the two brought down the pizza and drinks for the band. Once the smell of pizza wafted to their noses, the band erupted in a clamor, voices talking over each other, wanting a piece of the pizza. But, Malcolm stopped them and told them to wait for Kendall, who was upstairs still getting her lyrics. With a sigh, Alex walked up the stairs and went to find Kendall. [B]"Excuse me, but where's Kendall's room?" "It's upstairs, three doors to the right, darling."[/B] A thanks came from Alex's mouth as she left. She went upstairs and looked at the various pictures that hung against the wall. There were pictures of her family, of Kendall, and just plain beautiful pictures. Alex admired the beautiful artwork in the pictures, the light work, the shading, everything was beautiful. She was a fan of any type of art. Walking down, she had found Kendall's door. She knocked a few times and her scurrying. Kendall then came to the door and opened it. Alex stood there with her arms crossed. Kendall stood with a blank face and she suddenly remembered. [B]"Oh! Sorry. I was looking for something. I'm ready though. Is the pizza ready?" "It was ready before you were. Let's go, they're waiting and hungry like a pack of wolves."[/B] A slight nervous laughter came from behind as Alex left before Kendall. They arrived downstairs and a series of "finally"s and "let's eat"s came up. Malcolm was happy to see Kendall. Alex grabbed a drink and walked to her bag and took out a small flask. It was filled with peach vodka, something she loved very much. No one was the wiser, except Aria, who stared at her. This made Alex put the flask away and just drink the soda plainly. [B]"Alright, since we're all here, let's talk."[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]That's pretty good, Eikou! ^_^ thanks much. Sorry to say that I'm going to use Eikou's banner. The only reason is because she has an avatar made along with the banner. Sorry. Thanks for the effort though.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Pretty good, but can you change the red to a different color? And then we'll see.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Nodding as each Satan brought back their weapons, Melanira knew that each had made a right choice. They were all entranced by the amazing power it held and the great beast that lie dormant within it. Lust looked from her glaive to her mistress, who stood with Andamo and Tagavi in their hilts on her back. [B]"My dark one, I believe it is time." "Yes. So it is. Prepare yourselves for a great battle, my young ones, for it will be the most corrupted of all battles."[/B] The Satans all bowed to their dark mistress they left. Lust watched them go and stayed behind with Melanira to speak with her. She was concerned about many things and had many questions that needed to be answered. But, the dark sorceress anticipated the very thoughts of her greatest warrior and held up a hand for silence. [B]"My dear Lust, do not think. Act upon your heart, not your mind. It is the only way to win this war. As for Dravilonia...I believe that she chose a great warrior. Congratulations. Now, go with the others. Do not worry about me. Bring that girl back. Not one scratch upon her."[/B] A respectful bow of goodbye and Lust took her leave with the others. Melanira stood behind the empty weapon cabinets and walked away as the doors clanged shut, locking away until the next moment. It was then that another smile creeped upon Melanira. She was proud of the creatures that chose each warrior. [B][i]"Dravilonia had chosen Lust, [URL=http://www.pinky.ne.jp/~aogachou/ju...20916231608.gif]Beelzebub[/URL] chose Anger, [URL=http://www.pinky.ne.jp/~aogachou/ga...ge/chimera2.jpg]Chimera[/URL] chose Envy, [URL=http://www.pinky.ne.jp/~aogachou/junk/hakutaku.jpg]Vrykolakas[/URL] chose Sloth, [URL=http://www.pinky.ne.jp/~aogachou/ga...ge/griffin2.jpg]Erinyes[/URL] chose Pride, [URL=http://sonicx.iwarp.com/bokkun.gif]Klaido[/URL] chose Greed, and [URL=http://www.pinky.ne.jp/~aogachou/gallery/page/tako2.jpg]Tako[/URL] chose Gluttony. Such a perfect match among these seven. My beasts chose well and the souls of the very Satans will merge with the souls of their demonic, which will make them see clearly. Anastasius, you and your friends did well. Now, it is time for training."[/B][/i] A dark growl echoed throughout the halls as Melanira walked away from the Circle of Demonics. Two glowing eyes appeared above Melanira and quickly vanished just as it had appeared. The great battle was stirring the Satyx Demons and their dormant lives were no more.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name:[/B] Christina "C.J" Ju [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Gender:[/B] female [B]Sterotype[/B] The Poet- Passive and blissful, liberal and understanding. [B]Appearance:[/B] See attachment- the second girl on the left [B]Personality:[/B] Deep within, there's much more than just a passive and liberal poet. There's a darkness stirring deep within. It's strange. I've always thought myself to be unlike any of the "categorial stereotypes", but I'm just like every one of them. I may not be as girly and conceited as the preps, but I take my pride in the extracurricular activities that I do. I'm not thuggish or angry, but I am defiant at many times and I am very active. Boisterous? I think not. I am quite optimistic and hyper, though. And finally, I am probably most like the lone wolf. Even though, I'm around people, I still feel alone. I still feel that I'm invisible to everyone, which is fine, but it gets tiresome. It begins to scar at my heart. But, I disregard it and I go on with my life. But, it's still there. [B]Issue/Secret:[/B] Such happiness can only last for so long until the truth will surface. I always said that I didn't need true love, happiness, and peace at heart, but all I want is someone to truly understand me, to tell me that everything's going to be ok and that even the darkest of hours brings a shining light. I just want to hear that I'm loved and that I belong in this world. All I want is someone to love me for who I am and not what I've done or said. Just me. I want them to break this shell and exude the beauty within, just like my art. [B]Bio:[/B] My name is Christina, but I prefer to be called "C.J." I was born in Hallow's Point and have been here since that time. I attend Hallow's Point High and am the journalist/ photographer for the Hollow Point, our town newpaper. People admire the work that I do for the newspaper, as well as the international magazines that I draw for and write for. It keeps me preoccupied and helps my get my mind off of the many difficulties that life is giving me. In a way, art is my therapy. For many years now, I've been of great service to the society. It's a change that people see when it comes to teenagers. They either see the disruptive menace, the loud and obsene skaters, or the vanity-filled preps and jocks. They don't usually see a happy person bouncing around throughout the streets. It's a definite change in me after my mom died. You see, about 10 years ago, my mom died of a heart attack. She had found out that my father was cheating on her for 3 years. My father had to take me in. But when I had reached the age of 10, I acknowledged and understood more than any 10 year old would have ever known. I've had to endure more than what most 5th graders should've had to endure. My so-called "Stepmother" made me do every little chore that came to mind. If I didn't finish that chore, I'd have to face the punishment. It took me a year to feel no pain, to just absorb this stinging burn. The years that I lived with those two, I've had time to research about getting away from the adults that controlled my life. I've had time to focus on much more important things in life, such as school and getting back to the social life, but it was hard with them breathing down my neck. Which is why I when I turned 12, I found a way to get away from them, emancipation. It took quite a while to convince a judge to get me emancipated, but it came through. I got the papers, the adults signed, and I was free. I was free to do as I pleased as long as I didn't commit a crime, which in fact I never did. I was free from the pain and anger. I was free, but I had to be supervised until I was either 15 or 16. At the age of 15, the judge issued my release of a supervisor and I was finally on my own. It was a great feeling of purity. During those years, I've learned that I shouldn't feel sorry for myself and that I shouldn't let other people feel sorry for me, either. I've learned that the world doesn't give out anything for free, you've got to earn it. The most important thing that I've learned so far is that being consumed in a world filled with sorrow and pain will get you nowhere. It'd only take you so far, but keep you distant from the people you love. Which is the hardest thing I've had to do. These past few years, I've thought of my mom and how she was the one who made me feel like I was someone. But, since her death, it seems that I've lost my place in life. My body stayed with the crowd, but my mind and soul just drifed away in the sea of nothing. I just seem to wake up in a cold sweat after the nightmares. What if that's the reason why I keep away? Or is it the reason why I get so attached? I'm not sure. I'm never sure. But, I do know that Hallow's Point is a challenge and it's a place that I need to escape.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]A deep and threatening growl erupted from the griffin's mouth. This griffin was more beast then bird and his untamed soul could not be broken, the same as Ianus'. She and her three companions sat calmly as demons raced towards them. Underneath Ianus' cloak, she held onto a cursed whip, waiting for the right moment to send it flying towards the stomping demons. Bloodshed spilt onto the grounds of the village as the elementals fought against them. Arcana, Seiryuu, and Veritas waited for their mistress' command. Ianus smirked and kicked a chair towards one of the demons. The demon who crashed into the chair resembled a large cat with spikes along its back and bloodthirsty fangs. The other two had a body of a lizard's, leather-like hides, large snouts similar to that of a boar's, and a venomous spit that spills from their mouths. Growls came from the cat-demon as it creeped up towards Ianus with its friends. Ianus stood and pulled out Vipére Lamelle, the cursed snake. It came to life once it was in Ianus' hands. The demons was cautious about the whip in the dark elemental's hand. [B]"I see the thirst in your eyes. I hear the hunger in your empty soul. I know you taste the death that hangs in this night. If darkness is what you seek, then darkness is what you receive!"[/B] A crack from the whip moved the demons to leap towards Ianus. The two lizard-like demons were stopped by Arcana and Seiryuu, who managed to turn himself into a two-legged serpent with blades as arms. The two companions and demons fought together, trying hard not to surrender or get hurt. The cat-demon tried the same, but the Vipére was hard to avoid. Its three heads striked towards the demon each chance it had. [B]"With the power of the darkness, I call upon the Lamelle to put control into these demonic beasts!"[/B] Just as Arcana and Seiryuu wounded their enemies, the Vipére Lamelle transformed itself into three seperate king cobras, its eyes a hypnotizing red. The creatures neared the cobras, in a trance-like state, with their guard down. In a soothing, mesmerizing voice, Ianus spoke to the three beasts. [B]"Now, my creatures of Hellfire, I heal you of your emptiness and wounds. I give you the power of the true shadows. And I command you go and attack those who oppose the elementals! Go, my servants! Fulfill your mistress' wish."[/B] With that, the three left, as did Ianus and her creatures. She stepped out into the streets with the Vipére Lamelle in her hand. Chaos erupted all around and all peace and serenity was stifled. Darkness had arrived and the scent of it was sweet.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]"Seeking to reap the rewards of capture of death of the girl, you say? That gives new light to this. I admire that you stand by chaos, but you know that I am not for chaos. I despise chaos, just as I had despised my father's ways, yet I loved him no less."[/B] Melanira sighed and held her hand to her head once more. She knew Adamo for the Father had sent her here once, but Melanira could see that the angel was not for the underworld and turned her away, back to the Creator. Lust stepped forward and could see the confusion in her mistress' eyes. It hurt her as well. [B]"Mistress, if I may say, what if we were to capture the girl?" "Go on, you have my attention." "It seems that you are not for chaos and in doing so, perhaps we capture the girl. We would have an army of angels and demons to challenge the Creator and perhaps bring order to the world once more. What does my ruler of darkness say to this?"[/B] Standing, Melanira walked down to Lust and put a hand upon her shoulder. A smile showed her fanged teeth and Lust understood. If Adamo joined forces with her, then the masses would be great and the King would have to surrender to order. It was a grand idea. This also brought a new idea to Melanira's mind. [B]"Come with me, my Satans. I have something for you."[/B] Lust looked to her fellow Satans and followed behind Melanira in the arrow formation. They followed her to a pair of ashen black doors. Melanira opened the doors and led the 7 demons in, letting them look at the wonders around them. It was rare that Melanira let anyone into the Circle of Demonics. But, it was past the Circle of Demonics that Melanira took these seven, no it was deeper. Suddenly, light illuminated the dark hall and before them were 8 weapons of darkness. Melanira stood in front of the weapons and beckoned the Satans forward. She showed them Andamos and Tagavi, the two blades that create Sindarus, which contains Anastasius, the greatest and most powerful demon of them all. [B]"No one has ever seen the Satyx demonics, only I and my father. Yet, to ensure safety, I concealed the 8 demonics into these weapons. But, it wasn't known as to who would hold these great beasts' weapons. They choose their partner, as Anastasius chose me. So, my loyal servants of darkness, come forward and see what calls your name. It does not matter what weapon you choose, it matters only as to who chooses you."[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]The three winged beasts landed near a village. Seiryuu reverted back to his lizard-like form and took his place on one of Ianus' shoulders, as did Veritas. Arcana growled before letting the shadows consume him and turn him invisible, unseen and unsensed by all. Ianus nodded and pulled the hood over her head before entering the village. It was quiet and calm. The sense that others had arrived wafted beneath Ianus' nose. Seiryuu's eyes glowed a bright yellow as they neared an inn. Ianus stopped and looked to it. Veritas cooed and flew into the inn, following behind were the other three companions. They had seen several characters that did not suit the inn's profile. A young girl in an elven cloak with Arawn the Hellhound, another female in blue and white clothing with Kerma the Faerie, a third female with a dark blue coat and Epona the Serpent, a boy wearing intricate clothing with Veradon the Sphinx, and finally another boy with silvery-white hair with Tyiar the Phoenix. A smirk dawned upon Ianus' face as she sat in a dark corner, watching the movement of these people. [B]{"Why so many people, milady?"} ("Here to defeat the sorceress is why they meet. 'Tis not, milady?")[/B] Ianus payed no attention to her companions. She was keen on the female wearing the blue and white with Kerma the Faerie. Kerma was Arcana's antithesis, her light to his darkness. Ianus sat, crossing her legs, interlacing her fingers, watching the movements of these people and beasts. [B] ["Calm yourself, my beast. Your time will come to show yourself. At this moment, there is no need. Let us watch these characters and learn how they act in an environment like this."] [B]OOC:[/B] If the dialogue gets confusing, I'll clarify in a moment. But for now, {" "} is Veritas, (" ") is Seiryuu, is Arcana, and [" "] is my mind.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Sitting on her throne of cold, black stone, Melanira looked into the Jade Mirror and could see the masses forming, either to search for Adamo or to go against her. She tried to search for Adamo with the Jade Mirror but found nothing. She interlaced her fingers together as she began to think. Suddenly, a knock came from her doors. Melanira opened it and one of her soldiers walked in with another. [B]"Your highness, a messenger from the Creator has flown down to give us His message." "And what is this message that you speak of, Angel?" "The Father asks for your help in this search for Adamo, the greatest angel to challenge Him, just as your father had before. The Father asks that the demons and angels fight, side-by-side, in this strange and unorthodox battle against Adamo. What say you?"[/B] The demonic ruler's hands fell from their place and Melania stood and walked down from her throne. Romella and Anocte followed suit as she stepped down. The soldier backed away, but the angel stood in his place. Melanira stood about 3 feet away from him and saw fear lurking behind his glossy eyes. A smirk overran her face as she walked around him. [B]"Tell me this...what does this "Father" want? He's powerful enough to create a flood for 40 days and 40 nights. He's powerful enough to destroy two cities. He's powerful enough to make people hear him. Tell me, why doesn't your "Father" stop Adamo?"[/B] Laughter escaped Melanira's voice. She knew the angel had no answer. [B]"Foolish angel. Do you think you could walk into my world, thinking that I would not ask questions? I am not as gullible as my father was. Take this word to Him. I will side with no one. Demons have escaped my world when my father was alive and sided with Adamo. She fought for order and balance, which is what I have brought to Hell. If your Creator cannot comprehend that, then let him know...I care for nothing to do with this childish game of His."[/B] Melanira waved her hand and the soldier escorted the angel from her sight. The next to come in were the 7 Satans, Melanira's greatest army. She sat upon her throne and held a hand to her head, while Lust and the others walked in. They all bowed to her and knelt down before her in respect. Melanira nodded and they stood, waiting for what they had to say. [B]"Mistress, the One Above has called his army of angels and Adamo has met her allies. This battle will bring Chaos. What shall we do?" "I do not know. I do know this though. Chaos will not become of this Earth while I am around. My father was a great leader, yet chaos and unorderly things came of him. Adamo has the same thougt that I have, for balance and order. Demons have sided with her, the fallen Angel. Who are we to say what shall be done? But I ask of you, where do we stand?"[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]A loud screech came from above as Ianus sat upon a black creature which oddly resembled a reptilian horse. Ianus pointed to a branch nearby and a large hawk had appeared upon it. The black creature on which Ianus sat upon stomped his feet and Ianus leapt off of him. [B]["Further down the road is a girl with a black horse, milady."][/B] Ianus knew that the bird was letting on more than he was telling. [B]"Tell me, Veritas, who walks with this girl?"[/B] Silence was held in the air, but was suddenly broken by a new voice, a voice of darkness and ice. All heads turned to the voice and found it to be Arcana the Dark Griffin. Seiryuu had turned into the small lizard-like dragon and slithered up to Ianus' shoulders, while Veritas flapped his wings. Arcana sat up and stretched his wings. [B]:"Arawn the Death Hellhound is who the girl walks with. But you appear to have already known that.": "Yes, I did. And I also know that if Arawn and his partner are at the destroyed village, then the others would arrive as well. Seiryuu, let us take leave."[/B] The dragon slid down to Ianus' hand. She knelt down and watched him grow into a great serpent with majestic wings and a slender body. Ianus swung over onto Seiryuu's back and gently nudged his side. Seiryuu understood and took to flight, with Veritas and Arcana flying after. Against the sparkling night sky, the three winged beasts gently swam through the breeze of air as they sensed the others' direction. Ianus remembered the sorceress and her demons. They were in her dreams, tainting her soul with evil darkness, giving her new sight as to what the shadows held, but what the sorceress did not know was that she was a sorceress herself. She had a strong heart and knew well on protecting her soul, body, mind, and heart, yet she could not say the same for the others.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Banner:[/B] A 500x100 banner in all its glory with a Chun Li picture. If it helps, I've provided several pictures below, either as attachments or URLs. OH! And it'd be awesome if you could have the Street Fighters sign on it and put my name there somewhere. [B]Avatar:[/B] For the avatar, I'd just like to have a smaller version of the banner without the quote and name. [B]Pictures:[/B] [url]http://www.kikouken.com/gallery/official/official1/xsf.jpg[/url] [url]http://www.geocities.com/onslaught_xl/Chunli_3.jpg[/url] ^_^ Thanks a whole bunch![/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]The strangest thing about Alex was that she hated being around people, yet she would audition for bands and, almost always, get in. It was the strangest thing, but the counselor that her principal sent her to said that being with people may help her anger or something along the lines. With a sigh, Alex began to twirl her drum sticks around once more. Everyone was active and talking, especially Aria, whom Alex knew since they were children. Aria caught her eye and walked over, knowing how Alex was and how her life was. [B]"Hey. Holding up, okay?" "Just a bit. Nothing I can't complain about." "Ok. Well, if you need anything..."[/B] Aria clicked her tongue and shot one of her "I'm here for you" looks towards Alex, who merely gave her a small smile. Alex then looked towards the stairs and knew that Malcolm had arrived. It wasn't really unnatural for Alex to have heightened senses. It happened by some freak accident when she was a baby. Putting down her sticks, Alex saw Malcolm walk down the stairs and greet everyone. Alex had no need to say hello, just a mere nod was sufficient.[/size][/color]