Revelation

[size=1][color=#696969]The dog, who was turned into a fish, looked at the mermaid, who said she was actually Bruce Springstein under a terrible curse, and was overwhelmed with information that he......[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]I must say, congratulations to both. Yet, it isn't what I am looking for, exactly. Ruby, you have it nearly to perfection, but...I also said that if you couldn't get the black & white style, then you could go for a grayish hue. And...you forgot to put "Empress" in it. But, nonetheless, it is overall two of the greatest banners. ULX, it isn't exactly what I was looking for. But, Ruby, if you fix these problems, then it'll be no problem. If you can't I will just use one of the ones you have given me. Thank you both, though.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name:[/B] Lykaia [B]Age:[/B] Unknown [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Human Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://home.tu-clausthal.de/~kuaf/Gallery/Sunpyre/Sunpyre-Comic02.jpg]Lykaia[/URL]- Without the costume. She wears a black halter top with business pants, a spiked collar that fits around her neck in wolf and human form. She also has her cartilages pierced on both ears. [B]Wolf Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.joltersdorf.com/mammals/page2-mammals_files/Image20%20gray%20wolf.jpg]The Wolf Within[/URL] [B]Bio:[/B] Before Kikira and Kiba had seperated, Lykaia and Kiba had been known to be best friends. They were never seen without each other and was always near where trouble started. Lykaia was an older sister to Kikira, even after Kiba had left. She knew about the Flower Maiden/ Guardian and knew that he could help save the wolves, yet she never knew what power it held. She never knew what power she, herself, had held within. After the 3 split up, Lykaia roamed the streets as a wolf, searching for food to eat, while avoiding trouble as much as possible. She was nearly shot for saving a small boy from being massacred by a rabid dog. When the boy's father heard, like Blue, she had became this man's best friend and helped in finding the other wolves. Her master was different, he was a kind soul who only shot to wound and not to kill. He loved wolves and knew that they had senses much more than any human or animal. It was because of him that Lykaia had found Kikira and Kiba and were reunited once more. [B]Side:[/B] Good.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#696969]Well, now. I am changing my whole look for OB. New font color, new signature. New signature means new banner and avatar. Although, I am in love with the one I have now, it does not go along with my theme at the moment, which would be Empress. [B][U]Banner:[/B][/U] For my banner, I would like to have a picture of an Empress or a female character who resembles an Empress. I would like it all to have a television black and white style hue...or a grayish hue. I would like to have my name in the top right corner. Also, if I could have a quote in the middle left or wherever you wish to put it. I have several quotes below, but if those do not suit you, then choose a quote you think will fit my banner. 1. Off with his head! 2. Who dares to defy my words? 3. My children, I shall protect you from evil. 4. Take me far away from here..... 5. Roses are red, violets are blue, what I say is what you do. 6. Far from the average, I live in royalty. Also, if it would be possible to have the word "Empress" in the bottom right corner. I would like the writing to be in a font that is visible, yet fancy, and in a color that is visible atop the background. Also, try to make it similar to the positionings like the banner at the moment. [B][U]Avatar:[/B][/U] Now....the avatar. Such a delicate symbol. In the same colors as the banner, with the same picture or a similar picture to the one you have, and make it look pretty. Please, take your time in doing this. I am in no rush to get this. Make it look elegant, classy, and suave. Make it look...beautiful, breath-taking, and awe-striking. Just...do your best and I will be the critic.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Angel and Dobermon quickly turned to see an injured Gabumon. Dobermon growled at Gabumon and at Anbusimon, as well. Angel glared at Imi for doing that, yet she was surprised that she would do that. So many emotions ran through Angel, emotions that were blocked inside of her, things that wanted to be released but were held back. Something was contained within her, something that wanted to come out. It just wasn't happening. But, when Gabumon blocked the attack, something was released and entered Dobermon.[/i] "What the hell is wrong with you?! I don't need anyone to save me! AND YOU! ANUBISMON! Fighting like a lowly opponent, are we?" "What? Lowly opponent?" [i]Anubismon was dumbfounded. No one had insulted him like Angel did.[/i] "That's right. Prepare yourself! DOBERMON!" [i]Dobermon jumped in front of Angel and ran at a speed quicker than anything in the digital world.[/i] "Schwarz Strahl!" [i]Anubismon stood there, waiting for the right moment, yet he couldn't see where Dobermon was coming from. There was too much mist surrounding him and nothing could be seen. He was hit, not merely enough to be deleted, but was injured enough. Dobermon bounced back once more and landed beside Angel. She smirked and watched as Anubismon clenched his chest. It burned him and was beginning to wear away, but the pain still remained.[/size][/color][/i]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Nicoleta was looking over her balcony, watching the young ones train for battle. Some were interested in only attacking with blood thirst, others shoot and drink, yet the rare ones, the ones with pure mystery in them, they wanted to train like her assassins. She smiled and spun on her heel, only to meet a scream in the training garden. Worry overtook her and Nicoleta quickly walked downstairs. She pushed the double doors open and walked to the injured vampire. On the ground, holding his leg high, was a small boy, about 15, 16, perhaps. He had scraggly brown hair, dark blue eyes, and a moderately slim body. He was short for his age, but quite powerful and agile. He wasn't a pure-blood, for pure bloods are able to withstand, or at least know when to withstand great pain. His blood was that of a lower race of vampire and a human. Nicoleta knelt down beside his trainer and saw the blood trickle down his leg. She looked to the trainer.[/i] "What happened?" "I was training with him and he jammed his leg into a broken branch, Empress." [i]The trainer had his eyes cast down towards the boy's leg. He wore a dark green shirt with dark blue jeans.[/i] "You see this blood?" [i]The Empress swiped a bit off of the boy's leg and gently licked it off of her fingers.[/i] "This blood is craved by my men. If I hadn't heard his scream, do you know what would've happened?" "Yes, ma'am." [i]Fear penetrated the air, as the blood craving vampires neared the Empress, the trainer, and the boy.[/i] "Get him to the doctor. See to it that he is healed." [i]Nicoleta stood with grace and faced the others, who were backing away.[/i] "No vampire will [i]ever[/i] touch blood, unless I say! If one of my men is drenched in blood, you stay away from him. Hold your thirst! Understand?" [i]Murmurs and mumbles were heard, but all agreed to stay away from the blood. They were thirsty, yet Nicoleta gave them the need every so often. It was near that time once more, which was the reason for Ghost and the others' disappearance. Nicoleta walked into the house and into the large meeting room. She sat at the far end chair and grasped the phone, dialing Ghost's cell phone number. He answered.[/i] "Empress." "Irie and Zenjia are alright and having fun, I believe?" [i]Ghost, a man who was nearly 6' with broad shoulders, a moderate build, icy blue eyes that were concealed by asian-style sunglasses with lenses that were , military style short cut, with a scar running down his right eye. He wore a long, black leather trench coat over a men's black suit shirt, along with men's suit pants, and black dress shoes, looked to the two female vampires and were still walking toward's Paine's Museum. Another of the assassins looked back and nodded that they were across the street.[/i] "We're across the street of the "Museum". We have Zenjia and Irie with us." "Good. Gather the cards and walk across. Do not worry, Paine's Museum is in the middle of a large street, which means she has security all around, undercover agents working, and they know everyone. Go on. I know you are not standing there, are you?" [i]A nod came from Ghost to the other assassin, who was a female. She nodded back and led the team of assassins, Zenjia, and Irie towards the front of the "Museum". Irie was filled with excitement, while Zenjia grew wary and frightened. Ghost said his good-bye to the Empress and walked to the front of the group, while the others circled around Zenjia and Irie. He handed the bouncer the cards, who looked at them and eyed Ghost, but scanned them on a strange device that looked similar to that of a small, portable computer scanner. Foreign words came up and the bouncer let them in. Ghost was handed the cards back and the group entered. Zenjia still was worried that someone may capture them, yet she grew familiar with the place as she saw that there were various weapons similar to hers. She smiled, as did Irie. The assassins remained emotionless and calm. The female assassins walked up to Ghost and whispered into his ear.[/i] "Revenante, c'est ça sage? (Ghost, is this wise?)" "Je ne la devine pas en second lieu. (I do not second guess her.)" [i]Ghost looked to the female.[/i] "Ni devez vous, Vipère. (Nor should you, Viper.)" [i]The other assassins walked on and kept an eye on Irie and Zenjia, while Viper, the female assassin who spoke to Ghost, stood alone. She was ashamed, but kept her head high and walked with them. She was unlike the others that trained at the mansion. She was similar to Nicoleta, yet different. She was much more action, less talk. More blood, less talk, more of everything, and no passiveness. She wore her long brownish red hair in a ponytail and wore a silk black jacket over a black tank top, with pinstripe pants on the bottom, that made her emerald green eyes shimmer, yet they changed every so often, as did her look, so no one knew who she really was. She walked on and watched as Irie and Zenjia admired everything around them. She could see why the Empress brought them here. It was the perfect hide-away.[/size][/color][/i]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Watching as the men were fooling around and being scolded by Consunse, Valence stood beside the dirtbike and looked at everything around her. She breathed in deeply and could smell the fresh dirt being pulled from its tight space and freeing itself from its home. She folded her arms and watched as Consunse walked towards her. A look of annoyance was plastered onto it. Valence sighed and stood up straight as she walked to her.[/i] "Guys giving you a hard time?" [i]Consunse said nothing at first, but then spoke a few words.[/i] "....da.mn Odysseus." "I see. Don't worry about it, Consunse. I may be young, but I know guys like him. He talks big with his buddies, but I bet you, he'll come crawling back and you'll have him wrapped around his fingers." [i]Valence smiled sweetly and Consunse merely cocked a brow. She then sighed as well and walked with Valence towards the site once more. The men were working as they came by. Lorn was joking around and looking at the plateau with Odysseus, while Alex and Carlos stood by them, talking their time away. Consunse and Valence still had their arms folded. Valence cleared her throat and her counterpart, Lorn, turned to look at who had called them to attention.[/i] "Ah...Valence! Consunse! How nice of you to join us." "This is not a tea party, Lorn. Where are we going to dig today?" [i]Consunse had a sharp tone rising in her voice. They all noticed it and kept it well in mind.[/i] "Well, Odysseus thinks...I mean. We think...well...." [i]Lorn had not fully compromised where to dig yet, which made Consunse believe they were merely fooling around once more.[/i] "I have...." [i]Grabbing Consunse's arm, Valence stepped in before they all were angered and annoyed.[/i] "Look. We came here to dig, right? Well, then. I think we should start digging where Odysseus set up the radar with Alex. It's our best chance of finding an underground entrance and perhaps a passageway. Also, we may even uncover more than what we were granted to look for." [i]All eyes were upon her as she spoke.[/i] "There...that's where we will start. Now...let's get to work, shall we?" [i]Once Consunse turned her heel and left, Valence stopped the guys from going anywhere.[/i] "Stop right there. Don't move." "What? What happened?" "Not another cobra, is it?" "[i]Que pasa, chica[/i]? Is something wrong?" "Valence....mind telling us why you aren't letting us work?" [i]Valence eyed them all and she took a breath.[/i] "First of all, stop being such a dumbas.s, Odysseus. You need to stop pissing Consunse off! And Lorn, you know just as well as I, that Consunse doesn't like play before work. And gentlemen, she is not the wicked witch from the west. She is a survival specialist, as you are, Odysseus. Agree with me that you will be more kinder and more gentleman-like." [i]Murmurs and mumbles were sounded, but it didn't sound confident to Valence, who grew angry and drew out her pistol and aimed it at the men's feet.[/i] "Speak up or I will shoot off a toe." "Alright! Put it away! We'll be good. We'll be good." [i]Odysseus sounded confused, yet worried that Valence may actually blow a toe off of him. She was well known for doing that when things got heated.[/i] "We all agree not to piss her off or annoy her." [i]Standing up tall, Valence sheathed her gun and walked away. With an anger problem like hers, she was well known to do things way out of the ordinary. She walked and searched for Consunse to see what would happen next, while leaving the guys to their own work and confusion.[/size][/color][/i]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Angel sat back and watched as the others played along greatly with their newfound friend. Labramon snickered as he watched the other digimon get flown through the air. He then became bored and wished to go and battle Anubismon. Angel looked to him and was equally the same. She stood and took out her digivice. She pushed the top button again and watched as Labramon digivolved into Dobermon.[/i] "Grr. How about a taste of my Schwarz Stralh?" [i]Dobermon, once again, sped towards his opponent and as he did, his speed became faster and more agile. He then took off into the air, becoming what looked like a black comet, raging into Anubismon. He had hit the mega-leve digimon, yet nothing had happened. Dobermon bounced back and landed safely onto his feet. Angel looked at Dobermon then to Anubismon and then all around her. There was no way that they would be able to defeat this digimon. But, Dobermon was not willing to give up. He stood his ground and used his second attack.[/i] "Grau Realm!" [i]A ferocious bark had emerged from Dobermon. His eyes glimmered for a moment before turning dark and gray. His body had emitted a gray mist-like aura that grew and grew. As it grew larger, it steadily began to erect a strange power coming from the aura. Dobermon dug his paws deep into the earth, as he let the power go. It shot exploded all around him and engulfed Anubismon into it. Dobermon stood on his legs and panted heavily. Angel was in awe once more. Yet, she looked again and could hear a faint, evil laughter. Anubismon was still standing.[/i][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#999999][B]Name:[/B] Khaldun (Last name unknown) [B]Age:[/B] Immortal, but looks to be about the age of 32. [B]Code-Name:[/B] Prince (You shall soon know why) [B]Mutation/Powers:[/B] Adamantium metal over his hands, unbreakable skin, immortality [B]Side:[/B] Leader of the Mutant Knights [B]Description:[/B] [URL=http://advancedanime.com/pictures/males/01.jpg]Look here![/URL] He has deep brown eyes that are covered by his dark, blue hair. His armor is gold and over it is a long black trench coat. His face is filled with sarcastic moments and comments. [B]Personality:[/B] A bit cocky, if you ask me. Khaldun is the type of man who enjoys being bad and helping the "low-lives" have a life. He constantly has a smirk on his face and appreciates the jests and humorous, verbal use that is thrown at him. Khaldun is a man who lives for the thrill of action and his team of outcast Mutants. [B]Nationality:[/B] Unknown [B]Bio:[/B] The Prince of Knights, if you will, has been a small victim in the projects of Weapon X. His powers began to grow quicker than most mutants would. His unbreakable skin began to create the day he was born, which would mean that the genes from his parents would have been mutant. There is not much known about his parents or about him. I shall finish the bio when I have no more writer's block about it.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Not even thinking about the cobra or the bite, Valence still had her mind on the tomb. She could see visions of bones embedded into the walls of the tomb, while various bones were scattered on the ground. A weak smile came over her as the two came to the dig site. Lorn and the others were standing near the tomb area as they came near. They all turned and shaded their eyes. Alexander stopped his bike and helped Valence off. She walked slowly, yet she remained perfectly fine. As she neared the others, Consunse folded her arms, Odysseus stood by her, Carlos greeted her in his joyful spanish greeting, and Lorn patted her back.[/i] "Alright. So, what did we think we may have found in these tombs, Valence?" "Well...Lorn and I believe that we may have found prehistoric material from the several layers of sediment that fell from the atmosphere. We also think that there may have been volcanic activity along with the materials. Which means that this may have been the cause of the tombs unfaltered outlook. Which also means there may be items that are intact and in perfect condition. We may even come across various materials from the people who had built the tombs." [i]Lorn was excited and turned to his team. Valence stood beside him as he directed the others on what to do. Although, Valence seemed pale and weak, she was excited as well. There was nothing more enjoyable than digging and searching. This was the one thing that put a smile on her face.[/size][/color][/i]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Not a single yawn came over Angel as they set up camp off of the pathway. She smirked as she watched everyone sit near the fire that burned. The digimon curled up beside their partners and looked on and laughed as the others did as well. Labramon was smirking with her. The two looked to each other and then to someone who spoke to her. It was the guy with a Patamon. Her smirk turned to serious expression as he called her name again. Labramon growled quietly in his throat, yet Angel quieted him.[/i] "Do you have a death wish?" [i]The guy seemed startled and looked to Patamon, who looked at Labramon, who looked at Patamon back. The guy spoke.[/i] "Excuse me? A death wish? Uhm...no...why would I?" [i]Angel scoffed and looked at the guy.[/i] "If you don't have a death wish, then stop calling my name. And I can guess why you called my name." [i]Patamon was confused, as was his partner.[/i] "I am going to guess that you called my name to ask me to sit with the group, instead of sitting over here, where there is peace and quiet. Am I correct?" "Uhm..." [i]He had seemed dumbfounded, yet confused as well. Bewilderment overtook him and he sat there staring at Patamon for help, who did not want to speak to Labramon's partner while he sat there. Angel spoke again, yet this time it was a harsher tone.[/i] "Right, then. Shoo fly! Don't bother me."[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Valence laid atop her bunker and was not able to sleep, seeing that her teammate and roommate kept her awake most of the night with her roaring moans and never-ending gasps. She became restless and got out of bed. She slipped into her shoes and walked out of the tent. Not knowing what to do, Valence walked to wherever her feet took her, which was to Lorn's tent. She had wondered whether or not, they would be able to excavate any more items tomorrow, or if they had a fluke. With a sigh, Valence stood at the tent door again.[/i] "Lorn?" [i]A questionable voice entered the tent as Lorn looked over the maps that were sprawled on the table in front of him. His eyes kept darting back to the circled area, in which the tomb was to be found. He had heard the voice and answered in a hasty voice. Valence walked in and saw that Lorn was looking at the maps once more. She folded her arms and walked to the table. She, as well, looked over the circled area and the notes that Lorn had taken. She was standing next to a man who had majored in Exploration Expertise, as it seemed, while Valence only minored it. She breathed deeply in and looked over everything once more before asking questions.[/size][/color][/i]

[size=1][color=#999999][B]Name:[/B] Candy DeMoore [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Age:[/B] 19 [B]Description:[/B] [url=http://www.psycko-manga.de/gallery/babe/38-2.htm]Candy![/url] [B]Biography:[/B] Candy is basically the drama-queen drop-out. She was the most popular, most beautiful, most everything at her school, except smartest. She is everything but that. This displeased her parents ever so much and made them wonder, if there ever was a career for her. Her dad thought that she would become an exotic dancer and her mother thought that she would become a prostitute, yet it didn't come true exactly the way they thought it would. Candy dropped out of high school in her junior year and took a job at a beauty salon. There, she met many women who helped her find the perfect job, which was becoming a Centerfold girl. Knowing herself, Candy had naturally large breasts, which intimidated the other women and aroused the men. She was a ditzy, air-headed girl who thought too much of herself and wondered whether or not her breasts could talk to her. It was her air-headedness that gave her job away to another girl. Although, Candy was gifted in many things, she did not know what a good apartment was from a hotel and she chose Apartment C. In her mind, she thought it looked pretty, ancient, and old-fashioned. As if she knew any of those things, she moved in, not knowing what her neighbors would be like. [B]Reason For Moving In:[/B] Cash? Not a problem. Credit? Not a problem, either. Brain? Houston, we have a problem. Since, Candy has no mind, whatsoever, [B]Idiosyncracies:[/B] Candy is seductive, sexy, and ditzy. She may not be the brightest bulb in the room, but she knows how to please a man. Candy has a short attention span when it comes to men and conversations. Please her with one word and she'll do what you ask....for a moment or so. She's also filled with surprises and is said to have a mild case of schizophrenia. It is not largely a handful, but with Candy, who knows? And, one extra idiosyncracy we have with Candy is...she has no problem with clothes, what-so-ever. Our young tenant seems to have this wild idea that animals can speak to her. Candy also has a wild collection of candy wrappers, because she says that they stole her name. The one thing that scares people, yet interests them about Candy is that...well...she seems to like animal things. For instance, she has a brown puppy backpack, duck slippers, catear headband, and such. That's her second collection as well.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Her hair still waving in the winds, Valence knew that being the youngest on the team was not going to be easy. With a sigh, she resided to her bunk and sat at the edge, picking up a sketch journal and recording the various images that flashed through her mind. Valence must always keep an open mind to everything that is pointed out to her and have a warm and welcoming smile surfacing the devious, mischievous grin behind it all. She needs to understand the team to work and survive. Looking up, Valence thought it was time to go and find Lorn. She put her sketch book away and walked out of the tent with her hands covering her face. She walked to Lorn's mess tent and stood outside, calling his name.[/i] "Lorn! LORN!" [i]A face appeared in the doorway of the tent and beckoned Valence in. She looked around at all the scattered maps and circled areas with pins and such. Lorn was in a state of concentration, as it seemed.[/i] "We'll be mapping sector seventeen."[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Walking behind everyone else, Angel had a moment of peace and tranquility to herself. Labramon walked beside, but the two soon realized an uninvited guest had arrived. Angel kept her eyes locked in front of her, as did Labramon, yet he kept a wary eye on her. The three said nothing as they walked. It was until a moment later, as a curve in the path that Angel realized the girl's digimon was nowhere near her. With a smirk, Angel decided to talk, more officially than friendly.[/i] "Tell me...what is your reason to walk with me?" [i]The girl looked to Angel. It was the first time she spoke since they had arrived at the cave.[/i] "Excuse me?" [i]Her tone was a bit harsh, yet reality stroke in it.[/i] "It's my business, isn't it?" "You've got attitude. How about this? We walk in silence and no one gets emotional, understood?" [i]Silence came from the girl. Angel smirked and walked on with Labramon and the girl beside her. Something about her amused her. It was strange.[/size][/color][/i]

[size=1][color=#999999]Beautiful. Just beautiful, Undefeated. I was looking at the past posts and I agree with Knight, Boba, and mystic_silver about monochromatic posts, as well as perspicuous posts. Why do people like to change the colors around when they can just change the font style? I would also like to add, who gives a flying crap about sarcasm and criticism? In life, there is nothing [i]but[/i] criticism and sarcasm. If you want to develop your skills in whatever you do, for example- writing an RPG, then criticism and sarcasm are your best friends. No matter how harsh, you've got to look at the best of things and better yourself in what you have done wrong. On another point, there is one more thing I wish to add. Congrats to Undefeated for that beautiful post. It is just...welcoming and warm. ^_^. But, on topic here, what is unnecessary in the OB, adempton? I can see that you are a new member here and perhaps you do not know what is relevant and irrelevant. And also, perhaps some people like to have correct grammar and spelling in their posts and help those who have missed their mistakes. If you wish to speak about "rude", then perhaps you should go and look at other threads and see what opinions arise on certains topics. Oh, and another thing, this thread is supposed to be about what we are into, no? Then it was not "spammy" of Knight to post that he is into monochromatic posts. Am I correct? If you wish to debate this with me, I am happy to do so. But, I strongly advise that you gather information and knowledge before waving your "SPAM" hammer around and flailing people's posts. Although...I wish to thank you for your time, it is not out of thanks. It is out of great urge to stop me from screaming and pounding these posts! It is like I am living in a nightmare where these newbies are roaming around, criticizing older members' works! Will no one wake me up? Will no one come and save me from these horrid dreams that haunt me?[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Nicoleta carefully examined the symbol that was shown on the book. She was completely intruiged and mesmerized by this and did not care for anything else. Lauridaine, the Philosopher, looked at Nicoleta with happy eyes. She then looked up to her teacher.[/i] "Philosopher Lauridaine, this will tell why I have this mark, correct?" [i]With a nod, he replied.[/i] "Yes, it will. It will also tell what it means and what powers come with it." [i]At the word "powers", a brow was raised and Nicoleta went back to her reading. She was intent on knowing why this symbol was in her family and what it means. For the first born of the Devalos family had bore this symbol on their body, they even had it as the symbol of their kingdoms. Her father knew what this had meant, yet he had never told Nicoleta the whole story, she only knew of it as a symbol of unity, luck, and miracles. This book would tell her what it truly meant. Although Nicoleta was a fast reader, she was being careful as to read and interpret what each sentence, phrase, word had meant. The seconds turned to minutes, which soon turned to various hours. Lauridaine sat in front of Nicoleta, researching his own. It wasn't until long last, Nicoleta had found the meaning. She looked up with a look of awe, pride, and great knowledge. Lauridaine looked up as well.[/i] "So, my apprentice, have you learned what your symbol means?" "Out of great curiosity, I have. I am proud to say that this symbol is truly what our name stands for." [i]Lauridaine put down his glasses as he looked at Nicoleta.[/i] "Tell me, then. What have you learned?" "Alright. First off, long ago, when the lands were barely ripe and the seas had taken over most of the world, various tribes and clans lived on certain points. They had no name and no symbol to represent who they were. There were eight tribes, yet many clans within those tribes, who prayed to the gods for a sign. It had been nearly months until the gods answered them. They were all asked to gather to the middle of the world, which was where the gods had lived above. The eight tribes had gathered and looked to the gods that had descended to the land below. They bowed to them. The gods spoke and asked the South Tribe why they prayed to the gods. Their reply was that they wanted a land of ice, filled with fish, elk, and various animals that could survive the harsh weather, for the South Tribe knew only of cold weather survival. The gods then asked what their most important, most valued item was in their lands. Their reply was the crystal-like gems that sit in the caves on the top of the mountains, which we know as snow. The gods conversed and granted them the ice-like lands and the symbol that they were granted was the snowflake with a small crystal in the middle. They were granted the name, Snöfall." "Very interesting. Continue." [i]Without hesitation, Nicoleta continued.[/i] "This happened with each tribe. The Northeast was granted the lands of cold winds and crop that would be able to survive the cold winds. Their symbol was the pine tree with a cloud behind it, for it was that tree that would be able to survive the harsh winds, and they were granted the name Aeolynus. The East Tribe came next and were granted the symbol of a mountain with . Their name was Fjäll. Then came the Southeast tribe, who were granted the symbol of a shark with a lilly on its tail and their name was Squalo. The Southwest tribe was granted the symbol of the sun with fire burning all around it and their name was Vatra. The West tribe was granted the symbol of an eagle flying over a wave, their name was Orao. The Northwest tribe was granted the symbol of an arrow going straight through a bear paw, their name was Douleur. Now, this final tribe was the North tribe, which was where the Devalos family came from. They had no answers to the gods questions, except a child came forth and had answered them all. The gods were impressed and granted them the symbol of the moon and the 8 pointed star, symbolizing the unity of the eight tribes. The tribe name was Vaijin, which is my second name. Oh, and the moon stands for prayers, knowledge, and power. The star also stands for luck and strength." [i]With a smile, Nicoleta had finally learned of her symbol. She was proud to have learned of her symbol, as well as the story of the eight tribes, but also to have learned that a small child was capable of bringing the eight tribes to unity. Nicoleta felt nearly complete, yet she wanted to learn more of this and wanted to search for the descendants of the Douleur, Orao, Vatra, Snöfall, Squalo, Fjäll, and Aeloynus tribes. She wanted to learn what made them want to be united with the other tribes. She wanted to know so much more. Thoughts ran through her mind as she began to think about the Lo'Aund legend. It was said that the eight tribes were also known in this legend. What was their role in this? What made them so special? What do they know of this legend? Perhaps Ballazar's son does indeed have answers to her questions, perhaps not. Yet, Nicoleta was still curious and wanted to know.[/size][/color][/i]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Labramon smirked as did Angel. The two looked to each other then to the Kuwagamon. Everyone else had reverted to their Rookie level, it was up to Angel and Labramon. The Kuwagamon came at them at a great speed, but Labramon faced him on. Angel pressed the top button and Labramon began to change. His body began to become slimmer and finesse, almost that of a racing dog.[/i] "Labramon digivolve to.......Dobermon." "Hmm. Let's get this party started." [i]The Champion level dog-like digimon ran faster than Labramon had and was possibly at an equal speed to that of Kuwagamon, maybe faster. His teeth were bared and he leapt into the air. Kuwagamon hovered after him as he did, as well, yet Dobermon seemed to be flying towards Kuwagamon in a black mist. Dobermon called this attack Schwarz Strahl, which Angel knew that to be Black Ray in German. Watching this, the Kuwagamon stopped in its tracks. The black mist-like figure was getting closer and closer, as it did, fear ran inside the Kuwagamon. Without a moment's notice or hesitation, Dobermon sliced right through the Kuwagamon's stomach. Before a small scream could escape, Kuwagamon was deleted and Dobermon devolved into his Rookie level. Angel was quite interested in what other things he could do now. Labramon walked to Angel and sat beside her legs. Angel looked to the others.[/i] "Well? Are we leaving or are we going to stay here and invite some other digimon to track us down?" "Oh...right. Come, follow me." [i]Hawkmon walked on with David behind him. Everyone else followed and that left Angel behind, way behind. She didn't mind walking behind everyone else, she was glad that this happened. It means she would not have to talk to the others.[/size][/color][/i]

[size=1][color=#999999]"Heh. You shouldn't have introduced yourself. RETRIEVING BARK!" [i]Labramon growled as he ran and a ferocious bark had escaped his throat. It had echoed off of Digmon and energy surged through Labramon, making him a bit stronger. He then leaped into the air and bounced on Digmon's head, making him a bit more vulnerable to other attacks. Angel was impressed at this and watched closely and intently.[/i] "You need to know names to weed out the people you don't want to know. And at this point...I don't like anyone." [i]Angel smirked as she watched her digimon partner fight with ferocity, strength, and greath stealth. She was impressed that a creature that small would fight that strongly.[/i][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]It was a matter of the fact, as to what Irie had said. Zenjia had gone out and did not return. Thoughts ran through her mind once more, deepening as Irie stood beside her. She shook her head and looked to the child in front of her. Irie smiled sweetly and innocently, as though to beg the Empress. A smile washed over her face and Nicoleta stood.[/i] "No one is mad at you, my little one. Just disappointed that you went and found a victim. You could have been careless and been caught, am I wrong? But...do not worry. You shall have your fun. Come along." [i]Nicoleta walked to the door and let Irie out first. She then followed behind. The noise had subsided as Irie walked to the stairs and Nicoleta stood at the rail that looked down on everyone. There was to be a meeting, only for the assassins of the Blood Brood. Several silent chuckles were sounded as shadows passed by the other vampires, bringing chills to their spines. Nicoleta walked away from the rail and down the hallway to the other side that led to the enclosed den. The shadows of vampires were there, as well as Irie. Nicoleta walked down the stairs with graceful, watery movement. The vampire assassins bowed to her in respect, one had pulled her chair out for her as she descended upon them. She smiled and sat in it as he pulled it back in. The others took their place, Irie on her left hand side, an empty seat for Zenjia on her right.[/i] "Empress, Zenjia is still not back yet. Perhaps something has happened to her?" "No, no. Zenjia is able to take care of herself. She has a curious mind, you know. She always reminds me of a black cat strolling through the cities and alleys, creeping up on innocent, unnoticing victims. But...let us go to the real reason as to why I called you. Irie?" [i]With a respectful head bow, Irie began to speak.[/i] "I have asked Nicoleta if we could...[i]do[/i] something tonight. She has granted the few of us the privilige of going out." [i]Murmurs were sounded all around the table, yet one intelligent assassin spoke up.[/i] "Empress, do you think this wise? The RGSD, VAC, and Lowendove are searching for any Brood vampires out on the street. We cannot feed, we cannot kill, what can we do for fun?" "I am glad you asked that. My children, do you remember me telling you about Paine's Museum?" [i]Silent nods came forth and the vampire that spoke silenced himself.[/i] "Well, then. Go there and give yourself a night's worth of fun. I am only sending you there because I know you can keep a cool head upon those shoulders. The others' are a bit hot-headed and may not let me send any more of you to her "Museum". So..." [i]Nicoleta reached in her sleeve and pulled out a small cardlike disc, several of them, and placed them in the middle of the table. Each assassin took one and looked it over carefully.[/i] "take that and enjoy your night out. This will ensure your safety inside and your entrance fee. Go on. Have fun. If you happen to see Zenjia on the way, take her with you." [i]As the vampires stood to leave, Nicoleta called back the oldest of them.[/i] "Ghost, my dearest Ghost, make sure the two young ones are safe. Keep an eye on them and do not let either of them leave your sight or any of the assassins', understand me? If Irie or Zenjia comes back with even a small scratch, it will be your fate. You are dismissed." [i]The assassin bowed in respect as he left. Nicoleta sat back in her chair and interlocked her fingers as she relaxingly looked at the closed doors. Irie wished this and she had recieved it. Deeper thoughts still emerged from her mind, worries carried her, yet she knew the assassins, also known as the Rogue Shadows, would keep close watch on the younger vampires. She trusted them and trained them personally to hunt any vampire. There was no problem to worry about, no problem...or was there?[/size][/color][/i]

[size=1][color=#999999]"I see you!" [i]A menacing laugh had echoed through the lands that Angel was familiar of. She knew she had been at this place before, yet something wasn't right about it. She had been there for evil, for good, and yet evil and good again. The echoing laugh began to sound nearer and nearer. The more closer it got, the more menacing it sounded, yet Angel stood her ground and looked all around her. She was not afraid anymore. She was not going to run and hide, she was going to find out what made that horrible laughter and fight it, with this new found friend that stood beside her. Angel stood there for a bit longer, yet something made her want to run. The laughter stopped and in front of her was a large face of a clown with fanged teeth, black eyes, large red lips, a bright red nose, and pale, white skin. It smiled malevolently and pulled back its grin so that its pointed teeth showed. Angel clenched her fists, yet fear rose in her. Clowns haunted her everywhere, in her dreams, in life, all around. But, this clown followed her wherever she would go. She did not know its name, she knew nothing of it, other than that it wanted only to hurt her.[/i] "Boo." [i]With one word, Angel grew into a younger image of herself. Tears streaked down her face as she ran from the flying face that hovered after her. Sobbing chokes of screams escaped her chest, yet nothing was sounded. A mute, feared child ran as the skies darkened and the face grew closer. She could not face it, not even with the dog-like friend that growled and began to attack it. Each time it grew closer, its mouth would open wider, until at the last moment.... A gasp sounded and Angel awoke, breaking in a cold sweat. She pulled her knees to her chest and held onto them tightly. The dreams were getting worse and her fears were as well. Silent tears ran down her face as she held onto her legs. A cold draft let in and Angel looked to her window. It wasn't night, yet it wasn't nearly morning. She knew it to be the breaking dawn. The meadowlarks sang their sordid song as Angel wiped away her tears and cleared her throat before standing and changing into her clothes. She slipped out of her black lace cami and black soccer shorts and slipped into her black, faux leather pants and jacket, but before she put on her jacket, she put on her black tankini. She grabbed her shoes and gloves and walked out of her bedroom. Walking down the stairs, Angel emerged into her kitchen and walked to the coffee machine. She stood in front of it for quite some time, but later walked away. She walked out of the kitchen and down a hallway, into a room on her left and closed the door. Angel turned on the lights and walked to her computer. The room was filled with a DVD player, a big screen T.V., surround sound system, and various video games, as well as a PS2 and XBox. Angel sat in the chair that was in front of her computer and turned it on. As it loaded up, Angel put her shoes on, along with her gloves. She logged into her name and once there, a small mail box popped up in the bottom right corner. Angel clicked on the mail box and a new screen had opened up. Wondering who had emailed her, Angel clicked on the No Subject email, wondering how it had got past the virus system that her dad had set up. A person by the name of Digital Monster had emailed her.[/i] "What the hell is this? It'd better not be some stupid *** ad." [i]Angel's eyes began to read the message and as she did, her eyes narrowed and a brow was raised.[/i] " 'Alert! Alpha Point compromised! Immedeate assistancee required! You have been chosen to aid our world. Prepare for transportation.' What the hell is this?" [i]Without another word, Angel threw away the message and was about to close the screen, when the next thing that had happened was complete darkness. Moments later, she found herself on the hard, cold ground looking up at nothing. Voices sounded as she stirred and stood up. She looked around and let her eyes adjust to the new light wherever she was. She was in a cave, a distinctly familiar cave. It was the one she was in was the one she was running to. Angel then looked to the others and crossed her arms.[/i] "Let me guess, "Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore"? Where the hell am I, who the hell are you all, and what am I doing here?" [i]The dog spoke to Angel and held something in it's paw-like hands.[/i] "You are in the Digital World. My name is Labramon." "Excuse me? Did you just say something? I really must be dreaming." "Actually...you're not. My name is Hawkmon and this is my human, David. You are, in fact, in the digital world. Labramon is your digimon." [i]Another creature had spoke and made Angel looks its way.[/i] "And...it's amazing that Labramon would open up to you. It's quite rare that he speaks. He either speaks to me or doesn't speak at all. You two must be destined for each other." "Yeah." [i]Angel was uneasy as she took the item that was in the digimon's paw. It was jet black, like her clothes, with smoky gray lining, like her belt. She looked at it and held it in her hand. Angel then looked to Labramon and then to the other humans that stood in the cave, as if they were waiting for something.[/size][/color][/i]

[size=1][color=#999999]"Philosopher, what is the great news you had in store for me? I am anxious to hear it." [i]The Philosopher rushed Nicoleta into his home and closed the door behind him. A wide grin rushed past his face. Nicoleta raised an eyebrow, questioning his odd behaviour. She stood by the door as she walked to the table ahead. Nicoleta followed and wondered why he was in such a behaviour.[/i] "Philosopher Lauridaine. I must ask again, what is the meaning to your message? Why is this so urgent?" [i]The Philosopher began to chuckle before he collected himself.[/i] "My apprentice..." [i]Stifles of chuckles were heard from her teacher.[/i] "The farmer's son is in town. It seems he's gone and sold the farm. And...there is an item that he carries that may help us in the search for the [i]true[/i] Lo'Aund Legend. Also, I have found the meaning to your symbol!" "What? You mean the symbol that which I carry? What is it? Tell me, what is it?" [i]A new emotion arose in Nicoleta as the Philosopher stood and walked around to his book shelf that stood opposite of him. He began to skim the bindings of the books and walked to the right and looked high and low until he stopped and pulled out the book he was searching for. His grin grew wider and an anticipation grew wild in Nicoleta. The Philosopher set down the book and he sat opposite of Nicoleta and opened the book. He flipped through the pages until he set his hand aside and pushed the book to Nicoleta. She gazed at the picture madly. Looking down, there was a picture of a crescent moon with an 8-pointed star in the middle of it. Nicoleta had wanted to know why she was given such a symbol and what the meaning was. Now, she would have the chance to see what was so rare and special about her.[/size][/color][/i]

[size=1][color=#999999][B]Name:[/B] Valence Ariyan Phadian [B]Age:[/B] 26 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Specialty:[/B] Mass Excavation/ Exploration Expert [B]Bio:[/B] Intruiged by the escapades of the world, fascinated by the beauty all around, Valence knew that there were more than just deserts and mountains all around, but perhaps hidden items that should enter the world and bring new knowledge. She's witty, smart, perhaps a bit young, but she is one of the best explorers money can't buy. Throughout her years, Valence has done nothing but explore and hunt for "treasure", as some would say. She had found more than the state's worth of finding items for the museums and the like. Choosing to arrive on this new challenge, Valence knew that she would have to team with cocky, perhaps arrogant, and maybe even tempered teammates, but if it's a challenge that uprises, than it's a challenge that she'll take. As her mother always said, "Sitting is not an option, nor is standing around. You've got to walk a mile, just to find what you're looking for."[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#999999][B]Name:[/B] Alexis Torisen Kinotaka [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Country:[/B] America [B]Power:[/B] Oversoul, yet it tires out both the Ghost and Alexis if she is in this state too long, and Integration- if the power is too strong, it may damage her body. [B]Bio:[/B] Born from a long line of Shamans and sorcerers, Alexis had a name to uphold. All throughout the world, everyone knew her family name and someone somewhere knew someone in her family. She knew she had to keep the magic in her blood flowing and show that she is just as respectful and great as her ancestors before her. Yet, there was something strange about Alexis. She had a greater force travelling throughout her body. A force that was powerful enough to control more than 10 great spirits. This great power would help Alexis in her search for the greatest Shaman, even though her family wished her to compete. When she was a young girl, Alexis was able to speak to the dead. She was able to raise the spirits and ask them what was needed of her to uphold the family honor. They helped wisely and greatly. They also gave her a new power of insight, the power of Itako. She was now able to raise the spirits when needed and they came to her aid when trouble was near. This also helped her find the spirit that would be with her in the search for spirits of the 6 items given to her. [B]Picture:[/B] See attachment [B]Ghost's Picture:[/B] [url=http://www.psycko-hentai.de/grafix/gallery/bg7/2137.jpg]Warrioress[/url] She holds a whip that is similar to that of Ivy's in Soul Calibur. Also, the fire behind is the aura-like mist that surrounds Izanami. It is also the fire that wraps itself around the Viper Blade. [B]Ghost?s Name:[/B] Izanami [B]Bio:[/B]: There is not much known about Izanami, only that there are myths and legends of her giving birth to the God of Fire and dying. But, what is not known is that the Goddess Izanami was able to choose to reincarnate herself, so that she could help those on earth. There were many times she had helped and many times she had not. The recent Izanami, which is Alexis' spirit, is warrior Empress, who had the sight of the future. She was an Empress who did not abuse her power, yet use it to help her enemies become her allies and triumph over tyrants. One the final day of the last battle that the Empress would fight, she was assassinated. Her spirit was not able to live its full length and fulfill its wishes and dreams, therefore it lingered among the dead. It was nearly 200 years after that she was called back to the world to be along side Alexis in her search for the 6 spirits of the items, which are called the Call of the Spirits. [B]Oversoul look:[/B] The two merge together and creates a darknening form. Suzuna has Izanami's pearl black eyes, her gloves, and the Viper Blade. The fiery aura that constantly swirls around Izanami is now around Alexis and it also is part of her hair. Her clothes become like Izanami's, yet with a black aura. [B]Weapon:[/B] Viper Blade- A blade that extends into a whip. It is able to retract spikes and cover the blade so that it become impenetrable. [B]Special Moves:[/B] [U]Spiral Justice:[/U] Twirls the Blade by her side and wraps the opponent by the waist and releases a great surge of shocking energy. [U]Assassin Serenade:[/U] This is where it seems that she is dancing with her whip, yet she sends powerful blows towards her opponent. [U]Rose Venom:[/U] Izanami is able to make the whip become real and into that of a snake. It can seize the opponent and strangle it and inject venom, paralyzing them. EDIT: This is not my best work. So much writer's block. *sigh* EDIT: I edited the things you wanted me to.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#999999][B]Name:[/B] Alas, the same name I always use, Angel. [B]Age:[/B] 16 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Appearance:[/B] See attachment- Her hair is black with red streaks. Her clothes are black with silver and her eyes are a pearl gray. She also has an obsidian orb that hangs from her necklace that seems to hold some sort of key-like object. [B]Personality:[/B] Cold, distant, silent; she only thinks of now and not the past nor the future. She is deep, determined, and strong; self-assured and wishes not to rely on others. She is willing to go to any lengths to finish what she started. Yet, she is kind of dark and alone; loves the darkness and never fears it. She seems to accept the fears and troubles that come her way. Angel absorbs all the pain and negative emotion that is given to her; she suppresses everything, yet it seems as though, she has no emotion. This is the same for her digimon as well. [B]Digivice Color:[/B] Jet black and smoky gray [B]Weapon:[/B] Viper Blade- A double edged sword that can become a whip. It can extract spikes all around it, making it even more dangerous. (Think of Ivy's weapon from Soul Calibur). [B][U]Digimon:[/B][/U] [B]Rookie:[/B] Labramon [B]Champion:[/B] Dobermon [B]Ultimate:[/B] Cerberumon [B]Mega:[/B] Anubismon EDIT: I have chosen my digimon.[/size][/color]