Eclectic

[font=Century Gothic][size=1]Rosa glared down at Billy as he crawled out of the tent, eyes narrowed in her anger. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" When his phone rang, she stayed quiet but continued to glare. No matter how much she might have changed since falling in with these 'friends', she would always remain respectful. "Just hurry up." She turned away slightly, her frame shaking slightly with contempt.[/size][/font]

Why, thank ye kindly Eikou and eternity. I love all of it. eternity, yours has all the lovely grainy-ness I envisioned in the wonderous set I couldn't make. Eikou, it's just amazing and other such great adjectives. It has even more of the grungeyness in that beautiful border. ... Err... I'm running out of words of praise, so return to your regularly scheduled slaving in my honor. ... I mean, filling of my requests. eternity, I have no idea who he is, though as Eikou said, he's reminiscent of the newer Castlevania art. I got everything from [url="http://www.animevisions.net"]http://www.animevisions.net[/url]. Now I must go revel in the beauty of what you two have given me.

[font=Century Gothic][size=1]Rosa watched everyone with a cool, calculating eye. This time couldn't be anymore perfect. She had banked a lot on Billy and Leah's mutual love, but from the little half-whispers she thought she heard, things couldn't possibly be any better. Sure, Imric had left and that wasn't something she had planned on, but these things happened. She would simply have to plan more carefully next time. There was sure to be a next time. It was how she had nearly mastered this mental game of initation in the first place. All there was left to do now was to wait. Wait and see if he would break.[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1]OOC: I know it's bad but I could think up a better way to convey Roa's personality.[/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=1]Lauren looked back at him, tears threatening to fall. [b]"It's beautiful. I... I hope she gets to read it."[/b] She gave a weak little smile before walking out and heading for the near empty library. At least there she could sob peacefully and regret not telling Leon how she felt in any way she wished. This particular low called for a few drinks after a bout of furious clubbing, maybe a coffee afterwards to help with the hangover the next morning. She dug through her pockets, hoping her car keys were still inside. With a resigned sigh, she headed back to 12G, hoping she could slip in and grab her keys without anyone taking notice.[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1]OOC: Lauren feels like such an unsensitive prick now. I just want to slap her. ... I know, I'm very much random, but I feel a disclaimer is necessary. Eclectic is in very few ways like Lauren. Come to her with any little problem so she can complain and threaten new people for a change.[/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=1]Well, now that I've decided to come back again, I need a new banner and avatar... and one of those background ma-gigs that have not so suddenly sprung up in my absence. Unfortunately, I seem to have forgotten how to make such things look all pretty. Therefore, I petition you, oh great artists of OB, fill my not-so-humble-or-simple request with one of the images attached? I tend to change frequently, so if you would be so kind as to fill one that is not yet filled, I'd be much obliged. Thank you, and good night.[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1]Since I have the feeling no one will want to scroll through a bunch of posts and such, I'll add any filled stuffs below.[/size][/font] [u][font=Century Gothic][size=1]Chii[/size][/font][/u] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21162[/img][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21168[/img][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1]by FirePheonix727[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][u]Gravitation[/u][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21187[/img][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21188[/img][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1]by Rhian[/size][/font] [u][font=Century Gothic][size=1]...The Other Ones[/size][/font][/u] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][size=1][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21189[/img][/size] [font=Century Gothic][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21190[/img][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1]by Crucifix[/size][/font] [/size][font=Century Gothic][size=1][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21196[/img][/size][/font] [/font][font=Century Gothic][size=1][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21197[/img][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1]by eternity and Eikou[/size][/font]

[font=Century Gothic][size=1]Lauren eventually wandered back to 12G, half-hoping Leon had been in the wrong room. She turned the key in lock and pushed the door open enough for her to look in and gasp.[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][b]"Leon, what the...? Don't tell me..."[/b] A look of pure concern passed over her eyes as she sighed and closed the door. [b]"Let me take care of these."[/b] She walked over to her bags, pulling out the bandages her parents always made her carry, muttering something about 'masochistic tendencies'.[/size][/font] [i][font=Century Gothic][size=1]I could be missing one of the best drinking nights ever... But I guess the company could be worse.[/size][/font][/i] [b][font=Century Gothic][size=1]"So, you're one of my new roommates. Tell me now if this is going to happen often."[/size][/font][/b]

Personally, I love RahXephon. It was among the few anime movies I have seen, but it still is, in my mind, the best. I love the colors, animation, and generally everything about it. The plot helped quite a lot. Another I quite enjoy is Blood: The Last Vampire. I'm a bit fuzzy on it since I haven't seen it in a while, but I still enjoyed it. So there's my narrow opinion, what's your much broader one?

[size=1][b]Name[/b]: Rosalina (Rosa) Morrissey [b]Age[/b]: 15[/size] [size=1][b]Gender[/b]: Female [b]Appearance[/b]: [url="http://previews.surfsitesusa.com/22741.zip.jpg"]http://previews.surfsitesusa.com/22741.zip.jpg[/url] [b]Personality[/b]: Rosa is the calm and calculating type, prefering to sit back and come up with a plan to carrying it out. She's very smart and flaunts it whenever possible. She enjoys her role on being the gang's brain, and loves to manipulate Karl.[/size]

[font=Century Gothic][size=1][/size][/font]Lauren got up silently, heading back to her room for a quick change. She dug through her pockets for the key, not paying much attention to where she was going, until she bumped head first into Leon. "Oh, sorry, I... Leon? I... I think I have the wrong room." She felt a little pang, things she'd tried to drown out. She turned on her heel and walked as fast as she could without running. [i]Someone up there must really hate me...[/i]

[font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=sienna]Lauren pulled into her cherry red Toerag the near empty parking lot, the tinted windows tightly closed and barely containing the blaring club mixes playing. She carefully turn off the iPod and tucked it into her coat pocket.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=sienna][i]I wonder who my roommate will be this year? Maybe they'll give me some one more interesting so I can finally break out of this shell.[/i][/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=sienna]She lugged her things up to her room, 12G, barely glancing at what was around her, before rushing down to dinner. She noticed a few people she had seen the year before, but didn't take time to talk to them. She ate little, not really tasting any of it. With any luck, she could hit a club or two tonight to get ready for classes in the morning.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=2][color=#a0522d]OOC: Sorry I'm so late, and for my horrible first post. But I'll get better. I swear it![/color][/size][/font]

[color=sienna][size=2][font=Century Gothic][b]Name:[/b] Lauren Ryhines [b]Age:[/b] 17[/font][/size][/color] [color=sienna][size=2][font=Century Gothic][b]Gender: Female[/b] [b]Appearance:[/b] [url="http://www.cupped-expressions.net/rod/die/rod03.jpg"]http://www.cupped-expressions.net/rod/die/rod03.jpg[/url] She'd be the one with dark hair and glasses. [b]Personality:[/b] Lauren enjoys to be the quiet bookworm most of the time, passing every test with perfect or near perfect marks. However, every weekend she slips off to the nearby clubs and parties, returning only when there are no more drinks or it's Sunday afternoon. By Monday morning, she's sober and back to her usual studious self. [b]Bio:[/b] Lauren has always been a good student, but has been the wild child for even longer. Since the tender age of twelve, she's downed the best and worst of alcoholic drinks, tried her fair share of different drugs (none of which she uses anymore), and been to any club, pub, or bar that would take her IDs. Her parents have more than enough money to support both her education and her exploits. She knows her parents won't believe she's buying books forever though. She wants to change her ways eventualy, but life's just too much fun right now. [b]Lessons Taken:[/b] Psychology, History, French, and Calculus. (I'll only leave the last one there if you have no problems with it.) [b]Extra:[/b] Student Council [/font][/size][/color]

[font=Century Gothic][size=1][b]Name: [/b]Antionette Noire[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][b]Alias:[/b] Gepetto (I've probably spelled this wrong so feel free to correct me.)[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][b]Gender: [/b]Female[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][b]Age: [/b]23[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][b]Height: [/b]5'7[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][b]Weight:[/b] 120 lbs.[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][b]Physical Description:[/b] Antionette has long blonde hair kept in a perpetual bun and a piercing ice blue gaze. [/size][/font][url="http://www.peabodyhistorical.org/images/gfh4.jpg"][font=Century Gothic][size=1]Her clothes[/size][/font][/url][font=Century Gothic][size=1] are black and crimson whenever possible.[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][b]Personality:[/b] Antionette is very quiet and introspective, preferring to be alone whenever possible. A recluse by choice, she hides herself away to drown in fiction and fantasy.[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][b]Pseudonatural Abilities:[/b] Antoinette has the ability to manipulate the movement of other living creatures. With enough concentration, she can control every action, even speech. However, the person will always remember what has happened unless another changes that memory.[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][b]Country of Origin:[/b] France[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1][b]Biography:[/b] Antionette's childhood in Bordeux was happy for the most part. She used her powers from the age of ten, not recognizing them for what they were, to train dogs and other small animals for shows and local circuses. Eventually, she began to study dance and quickly became a rising star. At seventeen, she moved to Paris to further her studies and join a small ballet company there. After being in Paris for two years, her company was finally offered a chance to perform at the grandest theatre in the city. Rehersals were tedious and she slowly began wiling her peers to perform better, culminating in a flawless opening night. Her company began world renowned for their perfect performances but she remained half in the shadows, fearing what uses the government could put her to. She stayed in the city until the Taint Purges, when her closest friend was executed because of what she had done for their ballet company. She fled to England, no longer a diva, but increasing quiet, humble, and antisocial. She learned of the changes in French law through letters from remaining family and friends and turned to the Academy for sanctuary.[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1]-----[/size][/font] [font=Century Gothic][size=1]Just a note, the phrase 'her clothes' is a link. I hope this is okay.[/size][/font]

OOC: I can't believe I forgot all about this! Wait for me please! Anamaria rolled out of bed and yawned, feeling completely and utterly hung over. [i]I should really lay off the vodka before work...[/i] "Hey, Nani, wanna go to Gateway?" She turned and peered blearily at this strange kid at her bedroom door. "Who the hell are you?" she yawned rubbing her eyes. "Your cousin," he shook his head and walked in, picking up clothes for her to wear. "Your parents are off on a business trip again. Can you believe they still don't know?" "Yes. Wanna do me a favor?" She plopped down into a nearby chair and yawned. "No, never again," he smiled and laid her clothes next to her. "I'm sure you'll find someone willing at work. Now go take a shower or you'll be late." "Can't I just get fired and do the pimp thing?" He shrugged. "Aren't you the one who said this job paid well?" "Point taken." She shuffled into the bathroom. ----- As Nani walked to the club, she was stopped by a smiling man in a green suit. She glared and tried to pass him, but he blocked her everytime. "Look, I only pimp 'em, I'm not one of 'em. If you wait a few hours, I might be able to get you someone real nice." He gave her a quick once-over and nodded. "This is a perfect opprotunity for you. We're doing some drug testing in the area. Just give me a call." He slipped an enveloppe into her hand and walked away. She watched him go, then continued on her way. She was late enough as it was.

[size=1][color=#0000ff][color=black]Oh, oh, can I be the one person? This looks promising.[/color][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#0000ff][color=#000000][/color] [b][color=black][b]Name:[/b] [/color][/b][color=black]Anamaria 'Nani' Slovenskii (Jamaican and Polish... Wow, I must be high on something.)[/color] [color=black][b]Age: [/b]16[/color] [b][color=black]Gender:[/color][/b][/color][/size][size=1][color=black] Female[/color][/size] [size=1][color=black][b]Description:[/b] see attachment and ignore the fact that it says Vice[/color] [/size][b][size=1][color=#0000ff][color=black]Talent:[/color][/b][color=black] Nani sings backup for whoever will let her. She works at Gateway as a bartender.[/color] [b][color=black]Bio:[/color][/b] [color=black]Nani has lived around drugs her entire life. Childhood in the ghetto was spent dodging bullets and passing dealers on the way home. When she was twelve, she decided to stop and watch the oh-so-high junkies on a corner close to home. One handed her the joint, and the rest has been a blur of highs, withdraws, and normal life. She takes almost any job, except prostitution, to pay for her drugs, though she does do the occasional pimping. She also loves the fine spirits, like good wines, rums, and vodkas, but she avoids beer and cheap drinks.[/color] [color=#000000][/color] [color=#000000]How's this?[/color] [/color][/size]

Lala looked at him curiously before staring at Lian, suddenly full of focus and intent. "Wind Talker, how do you know the Book Man? Or do you know him? If so, why not call to him by name? What else is there to this relationship?" She continued to stare as Lian shifted slightly. "Come on, come on," she whispered, barely heard. "Tell me, tell me." She fell into a trance of sorts, hoping the slight reflections in her eyes would show something. "I would let one of them tell you. No one takes very kindly to prying. Besides, there isn't much to it." Lala looked up to find Vahnhels gazing down with something like amusement glittering in his eyes. "Will I have to leave since there is only room for two? I'll understand if I do." She plopped down into a nearby chair. "Or is it up to the Book Man?"