Raiha

[color=royalblue]I was just wondering...if this rpg is going to have a PLOT and DEPTH........but I have a sinking feeling it won't.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Maybe you missed a memo....but you're not authorized to post in this thread. And to directly quote from my dear friend Ben... "Tw34kY: Denied." If you don't believe me, go look for yourself. ~~~~~~~~~~ [i]She turned and left, feet making no noise at all. He blinked several times, as if clearing his vision, when there was nothing wrong at all. She went to the surface, still chasing the sounds of screaming children. Illusions. Like what just happened. She shouldn't have done that. It was stupid. It was.....damnit. She covered her cheek with one hand, and the tears that flowed. Brave front. She reminded herself several times over as she moved upwards. Finally, she made it to the surface, and scanned the land below her. Ben was nearby, staring at them. Landing like flies, swarming....[/i] Rena: ...bad. Ben: ...nothing we've never seen before. Rena: The children are afraid. Ben: They'll be fine.[/color]

[color=royalblue]He can't, he's inept. *giggles and ducks the heavy flying objects* I am proud to have had a part in this beautiful piece of explicit poetry....[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She looked over her shoulder at the wall, eyes boring a hole into his shelf. He moved down to her navel, kissing the diamond stud he found there. He fingerd it delicately.[/i] "What's this?" "....a gift from my creators." [i]She spoke in a monotone, quite uncaring how he responded. Half expecting him to rip it out forcibly.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]She didn't move, only let him touch her. Not like she had any choice. His hands removed her clothing completely, and she didn't bat an eyelid. Not that she could if she wanted to. He grimaced at her unresponsiveness, then pushed her back against the wall, lips on her neck. She didn't move, let him kiss her, didn't push back. Her lack of emotion was aparent, not only from her body language, but from the way she wasn't even looking at him. He put his lips to her ear.[/i] "Don't make me hurt you." [i]She gritted her teeth.[/i] "Just try it and see how far you get."[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She grinned at him when he left. And she followed quickly, ignoring several hateful glances. The two went out the hall and up several flights of stairs. He opened the doors for her, and she walked in, feeling more and more like an object. He stood up from his chair and walked over to her. She did very little. Instead, she flxed her stare straight ahead, letting her gaze penetrate his. It was very easy to do this, she wouldn't blink until she thought about it. He stepped behind her, hands on her shoulders. She didn't move, but upon closer inspection, one could see her jaw tighten. Every instinct yelled at her to throw him across the room, but she knew it would mean instant death. Instead, she dug her fingernails into her palms and let the blood flow. He looked down at her hands. She didn't move.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Why not...? Name: Vastus Megelani Age: 28 Race: Massonic Occupation: Jedi Weapon(s): Twin blue lightsabres Ship: She takes public transportation. Bio: Found at the age of 4, as the sole survior of a natural disaster on her homeworld, she was taken to Coursant [my mind is gone, spelling is off...] and promptly forgotten about. A female Jedi named Thracia found her and took her to the temple. There, she progressed rapidly and was adopted as Thracia's Padawan. Her first in years. The strength of the Massonic people aided her, giving her both a firmness of will and a powerful, yet graceful body. Her fighting style is flowing and flexible, able to bend forwards to the ground and backwards with superlative ease. Thracia taught her the skill of healing, and she uses it with good measure. She uses both her own lightsabre, and Thracia's. Her master retired as soon as she became a fully fledged Jedi, and gave up her weapon to her student. When she said goodbye, she was immediately "volunteered" to go on this mission to Dorvalla. With her lightsabre technique and power to heal, she is not afraid. Description: See attachment, generally short, but strong and stuff.... She wears a long cloak over her bodysuit. Personality: She's rather calm, but grows upset easily and doesn't offer personal information to those who ask. She will be kind and compassionate, but can change in the blink of an eye.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Too late. *murders you* I am a woman, I have an excellent memory. I remember things that have nothing to do with naughtiness, and I do not hold grudges for long. Unless the offener is especially annoying and naughty and wrong and twisted. *cough* Flynn *cough* Anyways, this is all assumption, none of it based on fact. And hardly kind. [/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]*wince* First, I do NOT want to be hugged. Second, if it's no excuse why do you bring it up? Third, you have ALOT of growing up to do. I would suggest writing a poem about something that doesn't involve personal feeling. It makes for far less annoyance. Fourth, try doing something about real life experience.[/color]

[color=royalblue]The wise refer to it as [url]www.dictionary.com.[/url] But since you probably won't do it yourself because you're too busy being yourself, I'll post it here. Although I doubt you'll understand, you're too young for these large words. Meter: Rhythmical arrangement of syllables or words into verses, stanzas, strophes, etc.; poetical measure, depending on number, quantity, and accent of syllables; rhythm; measure; verse; also, any specific rhythmical arrangements; as, the Horatian meters; a dactylic meter. Now you know. Go forth and do better.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Luyii picked up two glass of champagne on the way in, Dria nabbing her own. With delicate fingers, she handed one to Juu and sipped the other. She winked at Juu, who didn't find it all that awful, just bubbly. They let the guards open the doors for them, and walked in, stepping lightly. Genocide was looking out the window, sitting in his chair. Dria and Juu held back while Luyii approached him quietly. She sat down on his desk, crossing her legs, material floating down beneath her. He turned and his gaze slid right past her, and focused on Dria. He inhaled smoke from his cigar, and gave her a pittying look.[/i] "...when you work for me, you never give it away for free." [i]Behind his back, and out of sight of everyone, Luyii made a gesture that told Dria to say absolutely nothing. And she didn't say anything....Genocide smiled cruelly. She looked at her hands, folded in her lap. Head hung in a show of embarassment and resentment.[/i] "She didn't know." "Now she does." [i]He swiveled the chair and refocused his gaze on Luyii, who glared back at him with equal power. The two continued holding the gaze, until he finally looked away. Luyii smiled sweetly and he dismissed the other girls. Dria and Juu left quickly, Dria holding Juu's arm. Genocide placed his hands on her thighs, and she looked down at him, hers on her hips.[/i] "Yes?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She sat down on her pallet, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. The other girls were still showering. It wasn't like this was an hour long event. Get in, get wet, get out, get dry, get lost. She rolled her eyes and closed them. Her optical implants finaly shut down, and she was able to see nothing through them. Bliss. After seeing infrared and amfm, and everything else....this was complete ecstasy. The other girls came in. She groaned. Dormitory wasn't the right word. Communal living quarters was more like it. At least there were waist height partitions. She couldn't stand the way girls stared at her perfect figure. At least it wasn't with lust. But jealousy wasn't much of an improvement.[/i][/COLOR]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Altron Gundam [/i] [B]As per with the topic, snowboarding bar none. Its more fun, and I don't need little sticks to push me in the right direction. [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]If I didn't have little sticks, I wouldn't be able to impale you with them for insulting my favorite winter sport. Then again...that's your opinion, and you've probably never tried cross country. I don't do it for the right direction, I do it because when you're flat, you have no momentum and can't move otherwise.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She knew she was in trouble, from the way the other servants looked at her. Fresh meat to pick on...only that wasn't safe. Their master would be angry if he found bruises not inflicted by him. She knew she would be called soon. It was only a matter of time. They never grew tired of her, no matter how lame they were. She had been told these things, they had been wired into her body, and there was no way to get out of it. Instead, she dealt with it and put on the clothes the girl handed her. Lingere, and little else. She was slightly annoyed but nobody could tell. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking. Partially why she was so quickly purchased. She sat down on the bench in the hall. And waited. Nobody had pointed her to a room, so she wouldn't go anywhere. No point in escaping.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]And I am forced, haha haha, to agree. I have no idea why, I just get a feeling of it, aside from my personal vendetta that begs me to rip your eyeballs out.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Short. Story. As in Story. As in paragraphs, not verses. Call me a stickler, but I'm starting to enjoy being a judge.[/COLOR]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Taylor Hewitt [/i] [B]Anyway I think practicle jokes are funny. Sometimes even when they are played on you. But when you play a practicle joke remember this... "They are in pain, not you." ^^ Heeheehee. [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]I wouldn't know. I've never been the victem of a practicle joke.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]There are three of them, One an adult, One an older teen, And one a younger teen. All three are beautiful, In different ways, But all lethal, In only one way. Dria is tall and lovely, Luyii is pale but dark, Juu is thin and exotic, They will kill for money. But they will kill for love, And fear, By orders, And by lust. Whatever means necessary, All three will use, But they walk alone, And stand together on the rooftops. Waiting.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Luyii and Juu surveyed her closet's contents. Mostly designer jeans and blouses. Not much in the way of formal....that would come around in a few years. Juu sighed. Luyii pulled away a few hangers, and drew out the perfect outfit. Light lavender, silky, made in the asian style. Juu's eyes lit up, and she slipped into it with ease. Luyii zipped her up and began the process of doing up the many little toggle knots on the sides. Juu surveyed her reflection.[/i] Luyii: ....to the makeup kits. Juu: Oh boy. [i]She sat down at the vanity and was joined by Dria. Luyii pulled on her velvet dress, adjusting the straps and fiddling with the invisible zipper. No bra. Let us be daring.... Juu was fussed over for several hours until pronounced complete. Pale foundation, dark purple eye shadow, tinted lipstick and lip gloss....and generally an exotic feel. Dria was the ravishing beauty, and Luyii supported the dark eyed assassin style. The three loaded their various weapons. Juu slipped her taser into her calf sheath. Luyii spun her daggar expertly before stuffing it into her spine sheath. Dria pulled her skirt up, placing her 9mm into her thigh sheath expertly, and smiled broadly. The three walked down the hall, Juu tripping only once. Finally, Luyii took her arm galantly, handing the keys to Dria.[/i] Dria: Remember ladies....we are happy to be working for Genocide. Luyii: Correction. [i]I[/i] am happy to be working for Genocide. You two are just by products caught in crossfire.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Because my family is cruel and unusual, we have a nice history of playing practical jokes. For example: when we lived in the old house, we would let our guests take showers, then flush the toilets, turn on the washing machine, wash the dishes, and start cleaning the car with the hose. Or even better, putting bluing in the water tank. It turns the unlucky victem blue for a week or so, sometimes longer, if we do it right. But the all time special involves stream machine hydraulic weapons, toilet water, and....I'll let your imagination take it from there. I've gotten lucky enough to avoid such a thing. Maybe it's my good hearing. Personally, I don't do too many, mostly because I do not have a deathwish. Do you play practical jokes? Ever been the brunt of one? Do you hate practical jokes? Should they be outlawed, along with practical jokers?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Name: Shai'i Kell Megelani Age: 29 Race: Human Class: Silver Daggar Valkyrie Appearance: see attatchment, and it's only for the build and armor. She's a human. With mostly short hair, but a long tail. Connections to Past Heroes: Sorry, none that she knows of. Bio: The daughter of a mercenary knight, she was raised on the back of a horse and on the battlefield. Her lullabies were the war songs of her father and his companions. Her toys were swords, spears, and the occasional arrow shaft. As for a mother, she as a worthless whore that vanished soon after her birth. Her father got over the loss, as it didn't really matter, and trained his daughter to be a Silver Daggar like him. [extremely powerful mercenary with knight qualities and rank] They are generally dispised, but feared for their strength. Armor that is resistant to magic, swords that are enchanted to have great power, and a speed that is unatural. She inherited his skills, and then some. Beneath the armor, rests a cool and calm interior, feminine, but only when she takes it off. In bed, she's quite good, owing to a crash course [literally] from one of her father's friends. Of course, her father never heard of it, and never will. Aside from a code of honor that bends to the situation, she's mostly noble in character. Unless there's money invovled. Equipment: Twin Bloodswords. Long sturdy blades that are light, but nearly unbreakable. Three prongs set in the handle sink into her palm, hence the name. One folding fan, the only sign of feminimity on her person, and a silver daggar in the spine sheath. Magic: She contains the elemental power of Light inside her bloodswords. The fan has no attributes but diamond like hardness, and the daggar is magicked to harm creatures of darkness. i.e. werewolves. Heart of the Sun; Swords become inpossibly bright, heightening her attack power and harming things of darkness. Gaia's Hand; powers up her armor, rendering almost all magic attacks useless. Silver Taint; Daggar destroys anything unholy with a simple cut along the chest, throat, or neck.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]You break it open, you pull out the paper, stuff the cookie part in your mouth, and while you crunch away at the chewy goodness, you read your fortune. And apparently, you add the words: "In Bed" to the end.[/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Ananda shrugged and nudged her horse in the right direction, putting her lance across the saddle diagonally, freeing her up. The two women followed at a brisk lope, quite unconcerned. Although slightly bothered, they wouldn't waste energy with stress. Inside the tunnel, they could see carvings and paintings on the walls. The men, obviously knights of some sort, said absolutely nothing. Finally, they broke through into a large cavern. A fire in the center, and a council of some sort steated around it. Ananda an dJaudiar exchagned a glance that said: "Oh how cliche." The knights dismounted and led their horses to a nearby alcove. The women stayed on their horses, unless a daring midnight escape was in order. The first council personage stood and walked over. He gazed into Ananda's eyes and she smiled him. "....Tain Rhen. It's you." He laughed like a father and held his hand out to her. She dismounted lightly and landed next to him. He kissed her cheek and she bowed back.[/i] Tain: We've been looking for you. The Trict is coming. Ananda: ...I know. Jaudiar: Who are you?! Ananda: ...This is Tain Rhen. He's the brother of Kryas. She used to tell us to find him. Jaudiar: And now she's gone.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Jaudiar: Where does this lead? Ananda: Far away from them. According to Kennan. His mind was blissfully free from flaws and tampering. I think he was telling it as it was. [i]Her horse quivered slightly and blew the air out through his teeth. He didn't like the scent of blood in the air, and his mistress picked it up quickly. She drew him off the path and Jaudiar followed suit. Both of them rested their hands on their weapons, drawing them out once more, this time, with slightly more apprehension. Two warriors swept down the path, completely ignoring the two women. Ananda and Jaudiar sent out tendrils of thought towards them...finding little animus. They nudged the horses out onto the path, behind the two men. Yes, men. Definetly. They knew the women were following, and did nothing hostile. Instead, they continued conversing quietly, as if unaware. Ananda and Jaudiar exchanged a quiet glance, doing nothing to provoke. Men and women rode this way for several miles, until the light grew dim once more. Finally, one turned towards Ananda.[/i] "Who are you?" "...I am not at liberty to say. It is not safe." "And I am?" [i]Jaudiar snorted and Ananda grinned at him. She gripped her lance with one hand, the other resting on her hip.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]A time in which you swiftly mature into a fully fledged drow. And become a young woman. Elite: High up types from various noble houses. Like ours, some older, some younger. And a sidenote: Make longer posts. And don't worry about screwing things up. I make it up as we go along. ~~~~~~~~ [i]Her voice echoed deeply through the hall, filling Ariel with a rushing warmth.[/i] "Daughter of Loloth, Now belonging to Her, Rise." [i]Ariel rose to her feet, unsteadily, and found that she was standing on the water's surface. She walked across the pool and up the steps. She came to the throne itself and her Val'Shagress stood. She placed a hand on her forehead and felt her face. Ariel looked up, eyes opening wide. Vondeux smiled down at her, eyes closing slightly.[/i] Vondeux: You survived. Ariel: ....I don't think I did anything... Vondeux: As your body reformed, your mind undergoes stress. More have died blossoming than lived. Ariel: You didn't tell me... Vondeux: It was in the book. [i]She winked and smiled gently.[/i][/COLOR]