Revelation

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Position:[/B] Ex-Sin [B]Name:[/B] Kohichi Niwasaki [B]Code Name:[/B] Toorima [B]Age:[/B] 24 [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.ragnarokonline.jp/image/gamedata/character/charimage_large/Assassin_Male.jpg]Toorima[/URL]/ [URL=http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/kamikaze/Kamikaze21.jpg]Kenji[/URL] - Wild and untamed black hair, flying against the wind, Toorima's unkempt hair, at times, hides his jaded, icy brown eyes. His face is tranquil, quiet, and some would say distant. He shows no emotion and all is a mystery, a blank expression. He wears a mask that wraps around his mouth and nose, but allows his eyes to be seen. Toorima's lithe and moderately built body stands at a fair 6'2, with a hooded cloak covering his body. Underneath the cloak is a short sleeved black shirt, with an armor of bands covering his upper body and upper arms, but allowing him to move freely. Black finger gloves, with the kanji "Phantom" printed on the front, is placed on his hands and also has two bands wrapping around it, looking to be an X. He wears the outfit that was given to him when with Sin. Black pants, black shirt, Sin mask, and even the Sin mark. He has a scar trailing down his left eye. It is unknown as to how he had gotten this, as well as the diagonal scar across his upper chest. *The first image, which is named Toorima, is his assassin outfit. The second image is what he truly looks like. And the description is just what he truly TRULY looks likes.* [B]Weapons:[/B] [U]Poison Tipped Suwayyah x2:[/U] These weapons are dipped in a poison that gives off hallucinations and allows Toorima to kill with ease, but allows him to elude his victim into thinking what he wants them to think. [U]Twin Kin Dao:[/U] Always fascinated with swords, these Kin Dao's were given to Toorima by a monk who he had saved. It is said that they represent the light and dark of any who wield the sword. [U]Niwasaki Katana:[/U] A prized possession that was handed down from generation to generation, the Niwasaki Katana is a katana like none other. A bit longer than most and a heavier, the katana has engravings of the Niwasaki symbol, it also has poisoned injected into the blade, which excretes itself on contact. [U]Wushu Butterfly Swords]:[/U] Stolen from the chinese army, the Sins currently hold over 4 million weapons from all of Asia's countries and perhaps elsewhere as well. These swords were given to Toorima as a gift from Taozao, knowing he would serve him until death, or so he thought. [U]Poisoned Darts/ Crossbow:[/U] He holds a crossbow upon his right wrist and applies poisoned darts to use as long range. [U]HImself:[/U] Toorima is a weapon altogether. No man is deadlier than he, other than Shin Taozao. [B]Skills:[/B] As an Ex-Sin who was directly Taozao, he acquired many great skills, most of which he used for assassination. He is strong, fast, stealthy, nimble, and smarter than most of anyone. Shin Taozao had taught most of what he knew, but not all that he knew. Toorima mostly learned on his own, never learning from anyone. He is a great [i]Hitokiri[/i] who lives to protect. [B]Personality:[/B] Quiet and distant, Toorima is not one to conversate, nor is he one to speak, though he speaks what is on his mind. He is distant and invisible to all, never seen and unnoticed. He is an impassive man with a calloused heart and jaded eyes, yet he is a gentle and kind, but rarely shows it. He is an independent man who relies on no one. Although he has a good-natured soul, he is cold and ruthless in battle, never hesitating to kill and destroy his targets. He will, by all means, find a way to make sure that his enemies die. Some say he is the greatest assassin of the Sins, others say he is the greatest [i]Hitokiri[/i], but most know him as the Phantom of Sins. [B]Biography:[/B] The Niwasaki clan had protected the leaders of Sin for centuries and ages. They were the first of many to serve under the leaders... but it had ended with Toorima. When he was a young boy, Toorima, who's name was Kohichi, was born into a world of assassination and ninjitsu. He was born into a world where the evil reigned and the good died. He was one of many generations to protect the Sin leader. Which was why he was born into that world. Toorima was taught to protect the leaders, whoever they may be. He was taught to be faster, stronger, and smarter than the average ninja/ assassin, for it was the Niwasaki clan's job to protect the leader at all costs. As the years passed and the leaders changed, Toorima soon became the greatest Sin assassin, working underneath the leader, Shin Taonao. As he began his journey within the Sin operation, Toorima killed with no hesitation, destroying anyone who was a threat or threatened Shin. To all, he had no soul. But it soon became clear to him when Taonao had called to him to kill off a family, each and everyone, including the young daughters. He had arrived at their home, but soon realized what he was doing. This was exactly what his brother had warned him about. [B]"All who are with Sin have no soul. Until you realize it, you will be consumed by its evil and turn for the worst."[/B] After careful consideration, Toorima knew that once you were with Sin, there was no getting out. He would have to fake his death, so that he would no longer be with Shin and his sadistic ways. With accurate planning, Toorima had staged a fire, making sure that nothing would be found except for his ashes. He burned everything that was not meaningful to him and along with it, the home that the Sins provided. Never looking back, he walked away from it all. He, now, protects Kaitsen from the evilest man on Earth. [B]Sign:[/B] Capricorn[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Stepping out of her pod, Gabriella felt gravity's weight pull her and she stumbled out. She regained her balance and walked to the showers with gel dripping down from her hair. Once she had arrived at the showers, she stripped away the tightening shorts and bra and turned the water on, but allowed it to heat for a while. She then proceeded into removing the awful gunk from her body, cleaning herself to be presented a bit more groomed. Gabriella stood under the warm water, scrubbing and nearly sanding away the gel that had stuck onto her body. She then proceeded to vigorously rinse and wash away the nasty pod gel from her hair. Globs and drips of the gel fell onto the shower floor and was drained. Gabriella was glad to be rid of it. After washing away the gel from her body and hair, Gabriella stood in the warm water, allowing it to pour against her body. She stood there, thinking of the person in the sick bay, who was now in one of the stasis pods. She shook her head and turned the water off, grabbing a towel from the rack and walking out to the main room, where she could see the rest of the SEAL's operatives awakening and cleaning themselves up. She gave a welcoming smile and walked away to her room, where she dried herself off and put on a pair of black cargo pants, a black army tank, white ankle socks, and her regular black sneakers. Walking to her room mirror, she looked into it and sighed. A knock came to her door. Looking towards it, Gabriella answered. [B]"Ms. MacGuire, Captain Chubbs requests your presence before our debriefing. He would like you to meet him in his quarters."[/B] Acknowledging the captain's orders, the Weapons & Defense director thanked the SEAL operative and he went on his way, as did she. She walked out of her room and down to the captain's quarters. She knocked and walked in, looking at Chubbs, who was sitting and drinking a cup of coffee.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name:[/B] Annamarie, currently known as "Anna" [B]Age:[/B] 11 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Personality:[/B] A comforting smile, a warm heart, and a kind soul is what Anna shows on the outside. Within is a different matter and a different story. She brings joy, laughter, and a helping hand to those who need it. With such a vibrant and colorful mind, Anna is able to give bright and cheerful light to even the darkest and gloomiest of nights. She is able to show that not even the Dark Ages will bring her soaring spirit down. This is what they all see, the giggling, smiling, and never-ending angelic Anna. For a young child, Anna is intelligent, intellectual, and her mind is, by far, the most mature of the 13 children that Jhellah takes care of. She is creative and curious, always wandering with Jon, searching for things unfound. Underneath it all is a quiet and distant child who longs to be alone and understand the reality as it is. Underneath is a child who runs from trust, love, and acceptance. Never saying much, Anna always knows what to say and when to say it. She shows no fear and no pain when it boils down to it. Nor does she show that she is weak, for what she lacks in size, she gains in speed and strength. In her mind, the only way to survive is to trust no one and speak less of what is on your mind. Although, the surface of Anna seems like a bubbly persona, the second layer of her is not as bubbly, but a bit gloomy, like the Dark Ages itself. Bland and out of color. Yet, it was Jon who was able to release her from her secret hiding spot and let the color shine through once more. It seems that it is only Jon who is able to let her open up and that it is only Jon who knows who Anna truly is. [B]Appearence:[/B] [URL=http://asshiah.free.fr/galerie/couleur2/doll.jpg]Anna[/URL] - Standing at a fair 5'4", Anna is fairly thin with a small build. Although small and thin, she has strength enough to fight and is quite agile. She is able to be as nimble and elegant as a dancer upon a stage, as well as strong and assertive as a boxer, if all comes down to it. Her skin is an ivory color covered with smudges of dirt and hidden by a few scars, a few visible, but one unseen. But, along that ivory skin, lies two sparkling eyes of honey brown that are hidden by waves of darkening, golden brown hair, unkempt, but tamed. It seems that Anna is well groomed for someone who lives the way she and others do, even with the clothes that she wears, she seems to be beautiful in any way portrayed. Speaking of clothes, Anna wears a tank top, tattered and torn at the bottom, with the color of a faded black. Over her is a black jacket in fairly good shape, other than the grungy smudges and few holes in one of the pockets. A bit bigger than it would fit, but provides warmth and comfort. Upon her lower body, she wears black and gray pants that, somehow, fit her perfectly, with two ripped holes on both knees. Whereas, once white, now gray sneakers cover her feet with the laces coming apart at the ends. [B]Bio:[/B] Abandoned at birth, Anna was forced to wander the streets, striving to survive for many years, until the day that she had stumbled upon Jhellah's Inn. It was there that she had found refuge and a home to live in. It was also there that she had acquired a surrogate mother and a friend that had found a place in her heart, for not many would be able to melt the ice that has frozen her heart, unlock the door that has bolted her soul, and free her mind from the cage that has imprisoned it. During the time that she lived alone, Anna had much time to express her emotions, through her drawings and writing, but writing was a bit harder to come by than drawing for her pictures could be drawn with old pieces of chalk upon the side of an old building or even upon the very street that all walk upon. It had shown her anger, her sadness, her fear. It had shown everything that she kept within and no one would understand what truly was going on. After living out on the bad side of the city, where the "bad people" lived, Anna kept a distance and always fought only to survive. Growing more and more distant and isolated from the people, she finally realized that survival doesn't have to be alone. Jhellah let Anna come to her and let her rely on this woman. And Jon, the one boy who Anna can trust, waits for her to open her heart, which in due time will become his. [B]Any Rescources:[/B] Anna possesses the qualities of a cat, stealthy, quiet, and agile. She is also a master of drawing/ painting and writing, as well as a master of memory, but her memory only goes as far as remembering features and certain details that most cannot pinpoint.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Actually, the gray seems to fit my banner a bit. Hmm, I like it. I thank you, Boo.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]With a scowling look upon her face, Talisman looked to the two characters and growled. She did not speak to the two characters who [i]helped[/i] her in [i]her[/i] fight. She merely took one glance at the two and walked away. Before she had left, she dropped a coin, a poisoned and cursed coin for that matter, purposefully so that one of the characters would pick it up. As predicted the Girr character had seen the coin and picked it up. He shouted after Talisman that she had dropped something, but she was too far away to hear anything. Before they knew it, a swirling wind of dust appeared around Talisman and when it had subsided, she was gone. With a smirk upon her face, Talisman reappeared within the forest. She looked around and saw that the forest contained just what she was looking for, Smirking, Talisman, with her face hidden, left the scene. As she did a strange swirl of dust appeared around her and when the swirl subsided, she was gone. Breathing deeply in, Talisman reappeared in what appeared to be the outskirts of a black market city, right across the town where the [i]Fourth Avenue Café[/i] was in. Nodding to herself, she entered. Eyes were peeling away from their business and regular duties as they looked to the strange new woman entering their hometown. This was never awkward for her, considering the fact that all eyes were constantly upon her as she walked to wherever she may wanted to go when she was in her position as the first born of King's kingdom. Walking down along, a rogue fighter had came across her path. He beckoned her to follow him. Not knowing what would come next, Talisman followed.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]OH! I love it! You are quite the talented artist, Turdle! ^_^. Oh, but it seems that the avatar needs to 150x80.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]HOTCHA! I am in LOVE! But, then again I am always in love with my bannes. LoL. Anywho, I thank you for this beautiful work! It is nearly similar to the way I imagined it. Domo Arigatou! Wondering, do you think you can get an avie for me? If not, then that is alright.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Walking out of the forest, after running away from various creatures to keep her strength, Talisman looked around and had seen that she had arrived at a small town. Before entering the town, Talisman pulled down her hood and unwrapped her mask. She then dusted herself off and set foot towards the town. She arrived with a jaded look upon her face she entered the town and finally noticed that she was parched. Looking around, Talisman had found a small café and entered. The place seemed empty and a bit quiet. Too quiet for her likes, yet she shrugged this feeling off and walked to the counter. A bright and perky girl welcomed her to the café. [B]"Mornin'! Welcome to the Fourth Avenue Café!"[/B] Silence came from Talisman. With her face hidden away, there would be no mistake that anyone would recognize her. [B]"What can I get you today?"[/B] [B]"Iced tea with lemon."[/B] Nodding, the girl went away to her work. But, she kept looking back at Talisman. The girl thought nothing of it, but still eyed her. She came back with Talisman's drink, who took it and drank away in a manner unlike the others. Once finished, Talisman payed for her drink and walked out. As she did, 2 spider-like monsters appeared from the ground and faced Talisman, who groaned. She couldn't escape this fight.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Well, my last request did not go too well, so perhaps this one will. [B][U]The Banner:[/B][/U] Well, I have somewhat of an idea of what I want. A sorrow girl standing in the rain and a quote. For the quote, I'd like it to say on the middle "So much for my happy ending". BUT! If this does not work out, then I would like to have a silhouette couple about to kiss. (See attachment) And for THAT quote, let it say "Never Been Kissed". OR! Have a red rose atop a journal and at the top middle "You write such pretty words..." and on the bottom middle "...life's no story book." I'd like these to be in a beautifully, handwritten style font. For the story book one I'd like it to be in pink font, the Never Been Kissen, an orange font, and the happy ending a black. HAVE FUN! Oh...I'd also like my username on there somewhere. [B][U]The Avatar:[/B][/U] A star with my name going across the middle. My name being Erica. *For pictures see attachments* 1. Never Been Kissed 2. Story book 3. Avatar[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Following right behind the captain, Gabriella gripped the stun gun. They were were right around the corner of the sick bay. Allen turned around and she nodded. The two advanced towards the entrance. Gabriella had taken the side perpendicular to Allen and he held up a 3, then 2, and at the 1, the two bursted in the doorway, shooting out bullets at the figure who had rummaged the room. Spasming as it fell to the ground, Allen and Gabriella rushed in only to find that it was in fact not one of their own crew members. They looked to each other and Allen and Gabriella lifted him, taking him somewhere where it was less crowded and a bit more...secluded. Placing the figure onto the floor, Gabriella looked to Allen who knew exactly what was going on. She seemed to wonder what he was thinking but did not bother to ask. She began to walk away, but was stopped. [B]"MacGuire?"[/B] [B]"Yes, Captain?"[/B] [B]"I believe you wish for some answers, correct? I must tell you that it will come in due time. For now, I do not want this to get out to the others, understood?"[/B] Nodding, Gabriella was dismissed and she had left the area in which she had followed Allen into. Knowing what he had said, she straightened up and walked towards her post once more, into the security room. With a sigh, she looked to the monitors and saw that the computer had recorded various acts. Pulling them to another monitor, Gabriella noticed nothing out of the ordinary. She stood and stretched. It was time to put the weaponry onto Default Automatic System 0032 Alpha, also known as D.A.S. 32 A. Breathing in deeply, Gabriella pulled another screen up onto another monitor and began to modify the weaponry. It was her duty to make sure that everything was in place and that the weapons inventory hadn't been tampered with and that the firewalls, secondary firewalls, defense codes, and the like were all prepared. [B]"Ok. Default Automatic System 0032 Alpha seems to be in order. Let's go and set up...Latter Defense Mechanism 202. Gosh, why do I always make so many long names for these small things? I never know why."[/B] Gabriella mumbled to herself and began to become entranced in her own work. She was familiar with the technology that was given to her in that room and she was also quite familiar with the mechanics shown as well. It wasn't long until she had finished. [B]"....and.........there. That'd ought to do it. Let's test run it with my computer."[/B] Gabriella pulled out a small stopwatch and began to press buttons on it. It had began to the test on Gabriella's computer, notifying her of everything that was going on. When the test was finished, Gabriella was convinced with herself that the programs that was given to the defense/ weaponry/ security was fail-safe...if that made any sense at all. Alas, Gabriella usually makes quite nonsense when engaged in her work.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name:[/B] Neuvox Kurai de Vipère Raubtier, commonly known as Talisman the Dark Sorceress. [B]Age:[/B] 32, a wise age, no? [B]Sex:[/B] A lady, no doubt. [B]Class:[/B] I am a dancing siren who answers the call of assassination with mastery of the weapons. [B]Equip:[/B] The Sonnette de Ombre (Bell of Shadow), her Twin Silver Dual Fans, the anklet/ bracelelet bells, and her Vipère Lamelle (a living whip in the body of a 3 headed snake, it can transform into ALMOST anything Talisman wishes for.) [B]Magic:[/B] From the depths of the darkness of black and the coldness of white, I rise with the heat of Red Magic. [B]Special Ability:[/B] Sonnette de Ombre: She takes a price for their touch or hold. It also allows her to veil the visions of others' and allows her to see a moment of the future, as well as give great and thunderous visions of what is truly not there, may it be a vision of some they love or something they fear. Dancing Blades: With her dual fans the bells around her ankles and wrists, Talisman is able to create such a hypnotizing dance that it can actually kill. It allows her to have no trouble killing her enemy or even making them touch the Sonnette de Ombre, taking a price that they must pay. With the Vipère Lamelle and the dual fans, the Dancing Blades is quite...messy. [B]Experience Level:[/B] On the verge of becoming a level 5, yet knowing that level 4 shall have to suffice. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://home.grandecom.net/~fsf/beramode2.jpg]Talisman[/URL]. What a fine appearance this is. One of my best costumes. This is when I change into the greatest assassin yet. [B]Personality:[/B] Unlike the other bubbly, pompous, spoiled, and bratty princesses, I am distant, quiet, a bit of a diamond in the rough, and quite calloused to the heart. I speak what's on my mind and if there is something that bothers me about you, beware, I bite. And it seems that many of the princesses, princes, kings, and queens of our kingdoms fear me. Why might that be? Would it be because I dabble in black magic and mix it with white magic? Or could it be the fact that I am one of the darkest and most deadliest of King's daughters'? Or would it happen to be because I have a strange liking for death, darkness and its creatures, and all that seems evil? Hmm, it makes me....smile with a smirk on along my face. [B]Biography:[/B] I am oldest daughter of the 13 daughters of the great, late King Criant Morte Tenma Extraho Raubtier III, interestingly known as only King. I dance to seduce and hypnotize, to veil and kill, to place fear into the hearts of men, women, children, and all races alike. And given to me were the weapons of darkness, the Sonnette de Ombre and the Vipère Lamelle, along with that are my silver dual fans and belled anklets and braceletes. WIth these, I bring chaos and fear. It seems that I tend to strike fear into the hearts of even the toughest and greatest warriors, as well as into the great kings and queens. But, the dark lords seem to take interest in me. Hmm, how strange. But I only take interest in assassination, seduction, and...well, the blackened fiery shadows.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]"Everyone, this is Captain Chubb. Please make your way to the gel tanks. We blast off in thirty minutes and counting." Watching the monitors, Gabriella had heard Allen's voice. She had seen the fall that Van had taken before. But, remembering the captain's words, she stood to move, but saw that there was other movement down near the Sick Bay. Wondering what was going on around there, Gabriella zoomed in onto the figure. It was still unclear as to who or what was lurking there. Knowing she had 20 minutes to get to the gel tanks, Gabriella convinced herself that it was nothing, but still kept record of it in her mind. She stepped out of the room and hurried to the gel tanks. She saw that the others hurried as well. She also knew that others' would have arrived at the tanks before she had for some were with the doctor. Arriving at the gel tanks, Gabriella saw that everyone was gathered around gel tanks. With a sigh, she entered and walked to Captain Chubbs. [B]"Captain, there's something I wish to speak to you about."[/B] [B]"In just a moment. We have to get everyone here first."[/B] [B]"Sir, this cannot wait. Someone is in the sick bay and it is not one of our crew members."[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Looking to the being and its "illusions", the Sonnette de Ombre began to float in midair, ringing impulsively. Something was not right at that moment. Yet, she stood there, not moving an inch, only looking to the destructive, yet helping creatures that looked down from above. She was certain that the being in the middle was quite real, yet there was a strange feeling coming from the other two. Arachne shook away the feeling and concentrated on the beings. They merely looked down at the group, who looked up to them. What would happen next? The ringing of the Sonnette de Ombre had stopped. It seemed to have stopped in time, but only Arachne knew the sound it was making. Not only did the Sonnette de Ombre stay in midair, its ringing had became a silent, quaking, almost paralyzing, pulse. Not even Therosaons could feel its silent explosions, nor could Raslomaons or even other Kalmorians. It was only Arachne who possessed the ability to hear its quiet chimes. A steady hand was raised. With quick reflexes, Arachne held the Sonnette de Ombre held it into her palm. Anzunden looked her way and saw that she could not retain the Sonnette de Ombre in her hand. It was as if it had made its decision to put itself out and be no prisoner to anyone's hand. But he understood what was going on. He felt what Arachne and the Sonnette felt. At that exact moment, the beings had stopped gliding and their wings had stopped beating. Their gaze fell upon Arachne and her orb. They pointed a finger to her and she did not flinch. Only steady breathing came from her, not even fear exhaled from her. Rakaloma's voice entered the thickening air as the beings' still pointed to the shadow Kalmorian. Her voice trembled a bit, not out of fear, but out of interest. [B]"Don't provoke them. Stand still."[/B] Arachne raised an eyebrow. [B]"I have no intentions of doing either."[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Becoming restless, Gabriella decided to take a walk around. The doors opened and she stepped out. Looking around, no one seemed to pass by. With a deep breath in, Gabriella made her way to the Mess Hall. She noticed two crew members and knew that one of them was Ana. Without making noise, she slipped away and made her way to the security room, the one place that gave her a feel of comfort and sanctuary. She entered and all was quiet. Closing the door behind her, Gabriella sat in one of the chairs that faced the many screens. She ran her fingers across the cold metal of the table and smiled. She was back where she belonged. She was back with the undesired danger, the raw emotions of fire, and the pure essence of chaos that reigned in that one room. Gabriella relaxed and sat back, closing her eyes for a moment, remembering the days she spent with her SWAT team. The intense heat that breezed by, the raging fear that thinned the blood, and the emotions of fear, passion, and self-control that intertwined with each other, while each and every member kept their eyes only on the target. With a sigh, she opened her eyes and took her recorder out, reminding herself of this momentous memory. A smirk traveled across her face and the ice of the metal rushed her back to reality. [B]"Well, then. Let the games begin."[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]"Christina, would you like to go to lunch with me? I would like to ask you a few questions." "Sure, why not."[/B] Sammuel smiled and walked to the door, holding it for her like a true gentleman. Christina nodded to him in thanks and walked out. Not a moment too soon, did Corey appear and Christina begin to clench her fists once more. She took a step forward, yet was held back by the priest. Corey realized Christina left the room. He flinched for a moment before making his way to the two. [B]"Take care. I'll see you later, alright? And remember, 'anger management'."[/B] He passed Christina before whispering into Sammuel's ear. [B]"Figure this out, try not to let her get too fiesty, and... the two most important things that you should not do are, ask intimate questions and let her walk out angry."[/B] Father Sammuel stood confused, yet he seemed to understand what Corey was saying. Corey patted the father on the shoulder before leaving. Christina stood with her arms crossed before the father tapped her to move along. With a deep breath inward, she walked down the hallway with Father Sammuel walking behind her. The two stopped in front of his two friends, Marshall and another man. Marshall eyed Christina, while Sammuel spoke with the other. [B]"What are you planning to do?"[/B] [B]"At least manage to get her to talk to me. If I can do that, then perhaps she can tell me more."[/B] Ending their conversation, Father Sammuel looked to Marshall and patted his shoulder. He then ushered Christina in leave. Soon enough, the two came out onto the street and Christina sighed at the sight of the city.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Disliking her human form, Arachne alternated to her element, shadow. She had became a dark, wispy, blackened figure that danced across the ground. A black orb floated around her body and caught the eyes of a Kalmorian. Arachne drifted backwards, bidding the Kalmorian to come closer. His eyes had become drowsy and soon enough, Arachne was able to control him. Arachne slightly touched the Kalmorian and realized his element. He possessed the element of darkness. With a smirk on her face, Arachne swept her shadowy hand across his back and began to feed off of his power. Within a few seconds, she was surging with enough power to destroy nearly a fourth of the city. The dark Kalmorian dropped to his knees in a daze. The others looked on or they fought. Arachne stood ready to attack. She waited for anyone who dared to encounter her. The one to attack her was a human. He had nearly 30% above average magical ability, yet he relied on his own offensive maneuvers, such as weaponry. And in this case, this human reached for his daggers and lunged at the shadow Kalmorian. Laughter came from Arachne as she began to engulf the human within shadows. He began pulling away, but the power was too great and his magic began to decrease as she realized that his power was close to the darkness. Soon enough, the human was fully engulfed in shadows and darkness and he was veiled. [B]?Perhaps a bit of vision is needed. Your greatest fear or your greatest desire? Let us see what comes from your vision.?[/B] With a slightly evil chuckle, Arachne had given him his vision. Within moments, his face had became pale and his daggers dropped from his hands. Arachne released him and she teleported the Kalmorian and human to the rest of the criminals. She then teleported herself to the rest of the group. Once she was there, the orb stood in one spot and was directly in front of her. Smirking, Arachne left it and looked to the others, for the Kalmorian had regained consciousness and had seen the orb. Gently urging the Kalmorian to hold the orb, he did as Arachne said. He held it in his hands for more than a moment. The orb, the Sonnette de Ombre, Bell of Shadows, began to shake violently. The Kalmorian began to scream in pain as the Sonnette de Ombre received its gift. The screaming resided and the Sonnette de Ombre took its place around Arachne. She placed her hand upon the orb and took the gift that it had received. [B]?It seems that the gift of alternation is mine. And my army rises with the dead. Take these outlaws and let their powers become the shadows?, so that I may receive what is not theirs. They shall become weak and mostly powerless against us. Alas, do not touch the Therosaon that Rakaloma fights, for she will have her way.?[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Arriving to her quarters, Gabriella managed to open the doors. Letting the open space accommodate her, Gabriella threw her things onto the floor and stood in the middle of her room. With a sigh, she looked to the table and laid her laptop, palm pilot, MP3 player, voice recorder and tapes, as well as her Desert Eagle onto the table. With another sigh, Gabriella sat in the chair and reviewed what was spoken earlier. Finishing the tape, Gabriella started a new entry. She spoke, once again, in swift Korean, leaving in pieces of English. In this entry, she spoke of the people, the security, and the like. Rarely did Gabriella ever get along with the crew, yet perhaps this would be an experience she could handle, perhaps not. With, yet, another sigh, Gabriella placed the tape recorder down and turned her laptop on. She clicked on a strange icon which brought up a search screen. With this, Gabriella began to search for the crew members? files and the like. She started with, [B]?Avlen Arboreal. Communications Specialist. An Ex-marine. Hmm, much like my mother. Elected to ASVAB?and well, from what I gather about her, she?s an anti-socialist who seems to have a taste for many unorthodox things. Or perhaps, I am mistaken, who knows? Next is? Charles Hendrix. Lieutenant Colonel Charles Hendrix, eh? Seems to be a suck-ass to me. Why is it that all the times I arrive as security or otherwise, I am stuck with someone like him? I despise people like him. Next is? Sam Tiller. Oh, the head shrinker?and it seems an old fire was never burned out. Hmm, depressing, yet, if this gets in the way of the mission, it may grant us damage. Alas, what can I do? Only one thing. To the next person. I know much about Ana and I never question her eye, nor do I question anything about her. So, the next is?.Gavin Ambrose. Also known as ?Doc? or ?Van?. He was on the previous mission, as was Trini Angelos, who is his assistant. Hmm, let us see what she?s all about. Trini Angelos. A med student who knows of Sam, Van, and Allen. She was saved by the last Communications Specialist?would she need to be saved once more on this mission? Hell, would anyone need to be saved??[/B] Rubbing her eyes, Gabriella sat back for a moment before reviewing the rest. The members left were Allen Chubb, Marcus Tremming, and Steffanie Littleton. [B]?Start with?Steffanie Littleton. It says here that she is a psychiatrist and a doctor. Intrigued with medicine, it seems. Now, Marcus Tremming. Science officer. Specializes in Geography. And last, but not least, Captain Allen Chubb. Of course, he lead the last mission. And, it seems that he despises Rawson and despises this mission. I wonder what made him this way?well, at least I have invoice of the members of the crew. At least, I know who to respect and who to despise. Why must it always come down to this? Jjajeung nanda. (Annoyance is setting in.)?[/color][/size][/B]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]OOC:[/B] I finished my sign-up and I edited a few things, as well as the things that you asked me to edit. ---------------------------------- Sitting atop a tree far from where the others were, Arachne could feel their presence. Rakaloma, Mizu, and Anzunden were together with one other. With a smirk, Arachne transported herself through the shadows and could feel their presence becoming greater and stronger. She had seen the 4 figures and stopped right above them, standing on the branch of a tree. Arachne regained her human form and she looked down to the Raslomaon, Therosaon, and 2 humans. With a smirk and a slight giggle, Arachne's form disappeared and nothing stood where she last was. The giggle was heard and Anzunden and Mizu looked directly to where Arachne stood, whereas the human and Rakaloma looked around. Chuckling, Anzunden sent a small ember towards Arachne, who was still in her human form. Gasping, Arachne leapt down from the branch and stood in front of the four. Glaring at Anzunden, she crossed her arms and could feel the shadows drifting and moving. [B]"Glad to see you again, Arachne."[/B] [B]"Likewise, Anzu. Mizu, Rakaloma. Glad to see that the two of you are still living."[/B] There was slight comic in her voice. Stifling laughter came from Mizu, yet Rakaloma stayed as unexpressive as ever. [B]"Yes. I am glad as well."[/B] Looking around, Arachne saw that the human was quite baffled at Arachne. It seemed that the 4 were conversating about a topic and that Arachne interrupted. She could feel it because of the fact that Arachne is somewhat of an empath. Smirking, Arachne apoligized. [B]"It seems that I must have interrupted an important conversation. I apologize for my terrible behaviour. You see, rarely do I ever see my "great friends" and with the chances that I get, I take the time to have [i]fun[/i]."[/B] Another smirk came across her face. [B]"But, alas, you are here. So, therefore, I must keep all seriousness within me and come across as a kind being. Again, I apologize. And, you did not mention your name, Henna is it?"[/B] Confusion was written across her face, as was a bit of fright. The mere image of Arachne seemed to send a bit of fright. Henna stood still and tried to look as comfortable with the others as much as possible, but it was no use. Mizu and Rakaloma glared at Arachne, while Anzunden chuckled lightly. [B]"Arachne, apologize. It's rude to probe through others' minds, remember?"[/B] [B]"Oh, alright! I apologize, once again, for my horrid behaviour. As you heard, I am Arachne."[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]"Can't say. Allen's always kept to himself until last moment."[/B] With that, Gabriella occupied herself with the weaponry around her. She also looked at what sort of environment would be given her as she and Charles overlooked the security. But then, she thought nothing of it and looked to Ana, who stood with her arms crossed looking a bit coarse. She then turned her attention to Avlen, who sat down and was quickly engulfed with furious writing, whereas Marcus stood still looking a bit confused and nervous. With a smirk on her face, she turned her face to whom Allen spoke with. He seemed vaguely familiar, yet nothing came to mind. Ignoring this man, Gabriella's palm pilot began to vibrate. With quick notice, she held it in her hand and had flipped it open. A message had came through from the man who had told her of the message. With another smirk, she read the message with agile eyes. [B]"I am glad to know that you are with USAF. Quite good for your resumé, I must say. Come back alive...unless you and trouble mix like alcohol and sedatives shouldn't. Well, then. I bid you farewell. Keep us updated. The man [i]you[/i] love, Richard DeLaviere."[/B] With thoughts processing through her mind, Gabriella replaced the palm where it should be and took out her compact tape recorder. In, what seemed to be, swift korean, yet a bit different than what most spoke, Gabriella began to evaluate. There were, at times, bits and pieces of English, but other than that, all was korean. Once that was done, Gabriella looked around and saw that the people around her were not quite what she imagined them to be, except Avlen and Ana. They were possibly two of the most outraged, alarming, uniquely different individuals she had seen yet. With a smile, Gabriella isolated herself and proceeded to listening to her music, the music that entraps her into a blissful moment of silence and avoidance of all things possible.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Alright. I must say, I change banners and avatars more than I change my characters. Although, I must say, I still keep the old banners that people have provided for me recently. But, without further ado, I give you the requirements. [B][U]Banner:[/U][/B] I'd like the banner to have a faded picture of Lantis and a faded picture of Hikaru from Magic Knight Rayearth. I'd like those two pictures to face each other as well. Also, in the middle of the two pictures, I'd like a picture of Lantis and Hikaru together. Then, I'd like to have my name and a quote (any quote) on the banner. Or, if possible, I'd like to have moving pictures of Lantis and Hikaru. For example, the first picture would be of Lantis, then the second of Hikaru, then a romantic scene, and then a scene of a still moment. Kind of like that. If you would like, I can provide MKR pictures. [B][U]Avatar:[/B][/U] This is simple. All I ask for is a picture of Mokona as an avatar.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name:[/B] Experiment #2- Terra, Guardian of the Ground [B]Age:[/B] An indefinite age [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Guardian:[/B] Guardian of the Ground [B]Appearance:[/B] 1st attachment- Terra's imprisoned form- white and jade green dress and she holds a small jade orb that floats in the air and enlarges. 2nd attachment- Terra's true form and still with her is the jade orb [B]Weapons/ Abilities:[/B] [B]Weapons/ Abilities:[/B] [U]Anger of Earth:[/U] As she walks, the earth shall shake, the mountains will tremble, the trees and vines shall strike, and nothing will stand in her way. This shall be the Anger of Earth. This attack gives Terra the ability to use the element around her to her demise. All who step in her way become engulfed by her anger. [U]7 Deadly Spells:[/U] This coincides with the words that she had spoken before her imprisonment. It is unknown what should come forth from these spells for no one has seen this in action. Only the gods know what to expect, yet they can do nothing. [U]Quaking Army:[/U] Arise and obey, my army of stone. All creatures of rock, ground, and earth shall heed my call and I shall have my Quaking Army. With them beside me, I shall be endlessly merciless. Countless, regenerating stones never to be knocked down again. [U]Reflecting Jade:[/U] A power from the jade orb is used and various spells are used. These spells are random and unknown [B]Bio:[/B] Terra, the guardian of ground and the bringer of beauty. She is the one who speaks no less than needed and whose eyes speak with mystery. Within her, she brings out balance, cooperation, patience, beauty, and peace to the world. She brings nothing but goodness into the world and creates majestic scenes to capture the moment of tranquility. As a guardian, Terra is the most tranquil of all. She speaks nothing but truth and honesty and says only what needs to be said. Yet, there are times when chaos will step in and her anger shall be released. Rarely does this ever happen and when it does, the earth moves as her anger grows to threaten all. Being the guardian of ground, Terra was given a garden to tend and to bring beauty to. To her, was given a sanctuary, a comfort, and a place of home. Within this garden, Terra created a grand garden filled with exotic flowers, shaded trees, babbling brooks, and creatures to live in it. She created a place where her comfort would rise. It was here that she learned to control her powers and to extend it further. Yet it was also here that she was condemned to her imprisonment within a stone casket hidden beneath an ancient mountain and cursed to feel nothing. No one knows of what the cause of this was. Most think that the goddess of fertility, was filled with jealousy because the gods had payed attention to this young guardian and not to her. Others think that a mistake had been made when this innocent child was forced into this prison. But, what they don't know is that before Terra was confined to this prison, she had cursed the goddess of fertility and released most of the curse, but was left to feel no pain. The most caring of the guardians, the most tranquil and patient of the gods, and the most peaceful one of all is thrown into a prison for all eternity and no one knows why. Only the words that spilled from her lips were swept across the lands and heard into the ears of the highest gods. Only the words of revenge spilled from her lips to the one who imprisoned her. These words...were the last warning, the last truth, but the beginning of chaos. "When my soul awakens, 7 deadly destructions shall occur and vengeance...shall be mine."[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name:[/B] Arachne [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Race:[/B] Kalmorian [B]Age:[/B] 203 [B]Alternate form:[/B] Human [b]Appearance:[/B] She carries nothing but a black orb-like bell that hangs from her neck. She also has 3 tattoos of ancient symbols of the black dragon of death, the nine-tailed black demon fox, and the black shadow raven. See abilities for symbols and more information. (See attachements) [B]Element:[/B] Shadow [B]Abilities:[/B] Arachne's abilities are not quite sure known for they are not seen quite as much as the other elements. Her powers are quite unknown and many times mistaken for the element of darkness. These two are quite similar, yet the element of shadow is more focused and uses a little of the elements' of light and dark. Although Arachne rarely uses her abilities, she is familiar with what she has. She is able to create an army of shadows, using them to her dismay in many ways possible. She is also able to hypnotize others to obey her every words and only hers. At other times, she will veil others' visions, rendering them vulnerable to see what is truly not there. She is able to provide them illusions of what they either fear or love. It also provides Arachne the ability to foresee their future for either the immediate future or an immediate clip. This ability is hard for people to escape for it coincides with her ability to hypnotize. Another ability that Arachne possesses is the ability to mirror and feed off of dark spells and black magic. This ability allows her to ask help from the deepest and darkest of the nights, asking help from the shadows. This ability comes from the small, black, orb-like bell created from the fires of darkness. Should one touch this, their hands will be burned and curses will come to them for ages. But, should one hold this, something shall be taken in return. For the Sonnette de Ombre, Bell of Shadows, gives just a touch of what the Sonnette de Ombre believes is their wish and takes what it feels is its, may it be a sense, a power, etc. Being a Kalmorian with the power of shadows, Arachne is one of few that possesses certain psychic powers. She is one who possesses the power of empathy, telepathy, and just a tad of foresight. Lastly, Arachne's greatest ability comes from 3 darkening creatures that are kept with her for all eternity. The 3 tattoos on her body, neck base and two shoulders, are the symbols of these 3 creatures.They are the ancient symbols of the black dragon of death, the nine-tailed black demon fox, and the black shadow raven. These symbols speak their name and should one that is not connected with the shadows or Arachne speak them, darkness shall overwhelm them and great darkness will consume their souls, rendering them weak and possibly crazy. The names of these creatures are Morte Dissodatore, Death Dragon, Kitsune Tenma, Fox Demon, Schwarz Rabe, Black Raven. The Death Dragon possesses the symbol of an intricately detailed eye, which is at the base of her neck. The Fox Demon's symbols is that of a lotus flower with an ankh at the stem. Now, the Black Raven's symbols is that of 2 crescent moons with a 6 pointed star in the middle. Should these symbols be recognized, Morte, Tenma, and Rabe shall plunge into the souls of the ones who spoke them and Arachne would be able to feed off of their darkness. [B]Weakness/ Resistances:[/B] The element of shadow is resistant to many elements, but weakened against only a few. These few are the elements of light, darkness, and combinated elements, I.E: fire and water, thunder and wind, etc. It is possible for elements to intertwine and combine, but they must coincide with one another. They must not be out of sync or the attack will harm everyone else or the ones who fused the elements together.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]?MacGuire!?[/B] Her name being heard, Gabriella put down her gun onto the counter and turned around to see one of her partners with something in his hand. Gabriella took off the ear mufflers and glasses and looked to her partner. [B]?You?ve got a message.?[/B] With a sigh, Gabriella turned to finish her work, but was stopped once more. [B]?It?s from USAF.?[/B] Throwing everything back onto the counter, Gabriella went with her partner back to her desk. She sat down at her desk and opened the letter that laid at her desk. Lo and behold, it was a message from USAF. With a grin on her face, Gabriella read the message. [center][B] Hangar 13 1400 hours.[/center][/B] With a smirk on her face, Gabriella carefully placed the letter into her pocket and stood to leave. She quickly placed a hand on her partner?s shoulder and left the department. She walked to her black Suzuki Katana and put on her helmet before starting her engine. Once she did, she sped out of the department garage to her home. Gabriella stopped her bike and parked. She stepped off and took off her helmet as she walked up the stairs to her house. Once she stepped inside her home, she threw her helmet onto a couch and hurried upstairs. She only had at least an hour and half to get ready. Within those 15 minutes, she managed to retrieve clothes, shoes, personal toiletries, palm pilot, her father?s Desert Eagle pistol, voice recorder and tapes, MP3 player, and possibly even a few pills. With that done, she placed them all into her tote/bag, but kept her palm pilot, MP3 player, and Desert Eagle pistol with her. Stepping outside with her bag, Gabriella walked to her black Toyota Celica, but was stopped when she had seen a black car stop in front of her home. She carefully turned towards the men who stepped out, while she reached behind her back and began to take out her .50 Caliber Desert Eagle, but was stopped when the men spoke. [B]?Ms. MacGuire? Yes. Hello, we are from USAF. Here is our badge.?[/B] The two men showed her the badge of USAF and Gabriella had let go of her Desert Eagle. She was still cautious. [B]?Yes, well. We are supposed to escort you to Hangar 13, if you may come with us.?[/B] [B]?May I ask who had given you these orders??[/B] The men looked to each other and nodded. [B]?Admiral Rawson, ma?am. If that is all, let us escort you.?[/B] Knowing that Admiral Rawson would want his crew to be safe, she knew they were with USAF and let them take her to Hangar 13. With a sigh, she gave up her things, but kept a small bag with her, keeping her personal items with her. She stepped into the car and the car sped off down the dusty road that took them to Hangar 13. Thoughts ran through her mind, not knowing what to expect. She sighed once more and clenched her fists.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]"Christina?"[/B] Sitting at the edge of her bed, Christina had heard her name being called out. She knew the voice quite well and looked up to Corey. She stood and they looked to each other, until...Christina's fist had came flying through the air to Corey's jaw. He stumbled backwards as Christina glared at him and the priest. Slightly touching his jaw, Corey knew that Christina was aggravated and angered. Knowing her temper, this was only the beginning of a wild explosion. Marshall stood behind Corey as he gently massaged his bruised jaw, that was bleeding as well. Christina gazed endlessly and was rather calmer than before. Her anger was released yet, she wanted nothing to do with the church or the priest or anyone at that moment. [B]"What the hell was that for?!"[/B] [B]"You know damn well what that was for!"[/B] Corey looked to Christina with confusion, then realized. [B]"Let me take a wild guess. You've been stuck with cops, stuck in the hospital, then stuck here. People are getting in your business and asking questions, right?"[/B] [B]"You're damn right."[/B] Marshall shook his head in respone as forgiveness, yet he could not stand this girl cursing in a holy building. Yet, Corey understood. [B]"It seems like you're letting off some steam, if that's the case...why am I called here then?"[/B] [B]"How the hell am I supposed to know?"[/B] Corey sat in a chair adjacent to the bed as Christina still stood with her arms crossed. He seemed concerned and yet, he knew that Christina was distant and stubborn and that she never spoke of her problems to anyone, unless she needed to. This was one of those times she needed to. He looked to her with concern and spoke. [B]"Anger management."[/B] Two words was all it took and Christina finally stopped pacing and sat down at the edge of the bed. She looked straight at Corey, yet anger still boiled within her. She looked to Marshall who understood and stepped outside. With a sigh, Christina came through, yet her fists were curled and veins were slightly popping, but...nonetheless, she came through. [B]OOC:[/B] I will not be here until late afternoon on August 7th. Sorry for the inconvenient reply at such late notice.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name:[/B] Gabriella Kim MacGuire [B]Age:[/B] 32 [B]Sex:[/B] Female [B]Specialty:[/B] Weapons & Defense/ Security [B]Bio:[/B] The first phrase to fall from such young lips was, "Don't **** with me or I will kick your ***." Such powerful words and crude language, yet even at a young age, Gabriella knew who she was and what she was capable of. She knew exactly what she wanted to do and how she would do it without even needing to the complete facts. It may seem naive and reckless, but to her, decisions need to be rational and quick, which is why her dream job was to become a member of either Air Force or SWAT. Her choice quickly went to the SWAT for her father was an Ex-Marine and her mother was once a Navy, so her choice was not towards Military life. Yet, behind that choice, Gabriella had to attend Military Academy, Boot Camp, and schools that would help her better define herself. She excelled in everything she had done, yet managed to prove herself worthy. It wasn't until soon enough she joined SWAT. As the years passed by, Gabriella had hardened herself and kept her distance from others. She kept to herself and rarely ever spoke unless given permission or if it was needed. She had became well respect and only on certain occasions has anyone ever angered her. But, a terrible, paining death had caused Gabriella such pain that she had to resign so that she could not hurt herself anymore. This death was the death of her parents. How they died was unknown and yet Gabriella could not forigve herself for what had happened. At the age of 25, she was asked to join the USAF. Knowing that she needed to experience the work again, she gladly accepted. She knew her father and mother would have wanted her to finish what she started and during the time she was with USAF, she found herself speaking with Lt. General Ana Thomas, a well renowned Air Force pilot, and Avlen Arboreal, a well-respected Ex-Marine, much like her father. Which brought Gabriella with a crew looking for the Event Horizon, a rescue/salvage ship stranded on one of the moons of Mars, specifically Deimos. An Ex-Marine father and an ex-Navy mother, great expectations were given to Gabriella and this opportunity for this child was great and her deceased parents would have greatly wanted her to join, to experience this majestic mission. And to fulfill their wishes, Gabriella accepted this mission and knew this to be her moment to clean her slate and start over new. What great adventrues would arise next? What dangers would face her on this mission? No one knows. No one knows.[/size][/color]