Raiha

[COLOR=royalblue]Add the last two posters to the list..... Finally something to fear.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Sorry dearies, but both WolfMaximas13 and Daermon_Nashabe are not quite up to par. I'm afraid the list is still limited to the aforementioned. KnightOfTheRose DragonWarrior Juuthena Logan[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Congratulations on making it in Juuthena. And now the drider picture for The Vampire: Ed...who will be joining us shortly as one of the nightmares.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Their hands grew clawed and rough, grabbing her painfully. "You will never die." "I'll....slash my wrists." "It will never work. There is only one way to end your time with life...and that is not known to any but the Demon Aih himself...too bad." "NOOO!!!" She screamed the words, and came awake violently at the same time. Gasping and panting for air, covered in cold sweat.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Acceptance list so far. If you didn't make it, don't cry. I'm always this cruel. The list of those who have lived. KnightOfTheRose DragonWarrior Logan. End of story. Perhaps...if you didn't make it, it is probably your poor grammar/spacing/spelling/I just hate you. Anyways, don't let it go to your head if you made it. Being in this RPG is no walk in the park. And if you're done......and not in it, GO AWAY. You have no further purpose in this thread. And send all your complaints to my current sex slave....KnightOfTheRose. ;)[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Um...dearie...Arika dear..... If you're a slave. You're a slave. You might have some skills, but you can not be both a magic user and a warrior. Especially the magic user bit. If you're a half drow, you'll have minimal skill, maybe a light spell at the most...and you can't become a preistes, so you'll have to become what is known as a Foraen Magic user. Weaker, more useless. And aim for an ORIGINAL bio please.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Due to my growing fascination with the Drow, I believe the time has come to formulate an RPG about them. If you need worldsettings and ideas, and really cool pictures, go to [url]www.drowtales.com/ua/[/url] Anyways...I'll be ripping off them heavily, so sue me later. Anyways, here's the low down on the ...low down. In this RPG you have several choices of race: The Drow; masters of the Underdark. Skilled warriors and magic users, also highly prideful. The most evil and twisted have red eyes, those with a little spirit left have purple eyes. Unlimited. The Humans; usually slaves or forced gladiators. They have good strength, ample intelligence, but are not high up on the food chain. Limit: 2 The Orcs; like humans, only stronger. And uglier. Unlimited. Thus concludes the variety of races. Mixed races are possible, but please.... Drows do not lower themselves to sleep with orcs. ~~~~~~~~ Possible Ranks: Warrior Unlimited Magic user/Sorcerer[ess] Limited: 2 Slave or Guard Limited: 2 Gladiator or Trainer Unlimited Assassin: FINISHED You can also be a combination...but within certain limits. ONLY two...thanks to the incompetence of people who shall remain nameless. ~~~~~~~~ The main storyline will follow the lives of the people who sign up. They will live their lives in the Underdark, the main picture being survival in the harsh world of the Drow. Your purpose in life is determined by your species and rank. If you are a warrior drow, you fight and serve your Val Shagress [leader]. If you're a preistess/magic user, you use it for your own selfish purposes, or to serve your Val Shagress. If you are a human or an elf, you're a slave. If you are an Orc or a Dragouret...you're most likely a gladiator in the arena. There will be scattered demons here and there, but they're rare. And if you're a Drider, you're the fear of the world...and sometimes a carefully looked after gladiator. ~~~~~~~~ I will be one of the more powerful Drow women...obviously. She's a preistess but also a warrior, which is an option in your sign up. Post something akin to the following...and see if you survive my harsh standards....which you should already be familiar with. Name: Vondeux Sharess Megelani Species: Drow, with a taint of Drider blood. Age: 800 [Note: You are required to be younger than me by at least 10 years. It's not hing personal...I swear.] Rank: Warrior, First Class. High Preistess of Loloth...no restrictions. Appearance: See attatchment. Weapon: Wolf Head's staff. Various pointy metal objects, and of course...her magic. Limitless spells, as long as their within reason...they're okay. No sudden death's please. Bio: Who cares? Not really necessary at this point, but a little background would be nice, if it's not already explained in your rank and species.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]And now her Mega form. Mega....Black Sharessmon: Wolf Strike, Wing Impale, Silver Helix, and the attack of all attacks....... Deconstructing Venus. Don't ask me what it does yet..[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Ananda silently drew her slingblade, then waited. As soon as the male...obviously a human of some sort...had entered, their well adjusted eyes marked him. Both sent their blades through his outer shoulders and they knocked him backwards. A snap of her fingers, and Jaudiar had illuminated the entire cavern. They had caught a younger male, almost their age, his face white with fright....and also bruised. Ananda raised an eyebrow.[/i] Jaudiar: ....this is our fearsome attacker? ....: I swear I wasn't going to hurt you. Ananda: ********. You carry poisoned pins in your mouth. [i]Using her fingernails like pincers, she flicked them out of his mouth and onto the stone floor. He whimpered at the pain, and she then removed the knives. He bit his lip until blood trickled down...and Jaudiar smiled.[/i] Jaudiar: So...what will we do with you? Boy?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Lifé reached out, grabbing the air helplessly. Smirking at her discomfort and agony, he kissed her beneath the navel and tongued her slowly. He put his hands to hers, digging the nails down. She nearly fainted, but pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth and focused her thoughts.[/i] Ilmiwyrth: ...this is going to hurt. Lifé: ...so...hurr- [i]He cut her off swiftly, shoving into her and twisting roughly. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the life being choked out of her....knees being shoved down and back. Cruelty personified....but she needed it more than she liked to admit.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]Yuffie kept on watching him.....drinking her juice quietly. Then he stood, setting his coffee down. She stood as well, drawing her cloak off. Everyone around them ran for cover. He drew his blade, smiling the whole time. She pulled out her oragami and removed her cloak, revealing the bare skin and brilliant smile. He paused. That girl again? She waved her oragami in his face, smiling sweetly.[/i] Sephiroth: You... Yuffie: Yes? Sephiroth: .....I thought you had died. Yuffie: I prayed you had lived...so I might see your cute face again. [i]He blushed slightly, raising an eyebrow. She was unusually forward. Then again...he had never talked to her much.[/i][/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She cried out for him to hurry up and take her already. He laughed and backhanded her in response. She nearly whimpered, but caught herself and let the blood trickle from her mouth. He licked at it, never stoping the swift harsh movements that shoved her body into the ground....driving her out of her sanity and into another plane of being. Ilmiwryth laughed at Lifé's discomfort, kissing her bleeding face, clutching her...telling her there was no escape. She moaned to herself, and closed her eyes, letting her diamond-like lashes close around her fast blurring vision. White light assailing her body... Being pressed down.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]She cried out and moaned, and struggled a great deal, and he did very little to muffle the screams. He chuckled, then turned until she was almost twisted in the opposite direction, back to him. She growled, then hooked her toes around his ankle, bringing them crashing to the ground. Before he could react, she rolled on top of him and used the strength she hadn't called up in days...holding him down, snaking her tongue across his throat, up to his chin, then down into his mouth. She purred at his moan and slid her lower torso down. Then lovingly ground herself against him, forcing the moan to become considerably louder. She smiled sarcastically and shoved him into her body. He gasped for air, not only was she physically on top of him, her mind was curling around his own....tantalizing, teasing in every way possible. It wasn't fair.[/i][/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She snarled and rippled her spine. He drew his nails down her back, stopping just short of her behind, then circled around and paused at the place just below her navel. She looked over her shoulder, eyes half closed, face blushing with color. He smiled and dug his nails into her neck/shoulder muscles. She screamed and clutched him desperately, uncaring who would hear....only desiring a way to break free. He didn't let go, instead, dug deeper, his teeth on her throat...mind pressing down against hers. "You're going to die tonight." She screamed in response, mind shoving back with equal force, touching pleasure center to pleasure center...fighting with every ounce of resolve.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Lol, I'll be busy trying to fend of all of my adoring fans it seems.......*brings swiss army knife* This is defintly going to be interesting.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Noble Deathbug. Here's her Ultimate form. Sharessmon. Attacks: "Wolf Lance" "Wing Blaze" "Silver Kiss"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She laid down quietly, then...in the fashion the nuns had taught her, drew her blade, placing it vertically over her stomach, chest, stoping just at her throat. The others stared, and Ken was about to ask her what the hell she was doing, when she fell completely out of this world and into the next. Voices. Laughing all around her. Painfully now. Tengu arms caressing hers "So....this is our new little sister?" "I am NOT A TENGU!" "But you are. Killed one of us, drank our blood. And now a sister." "No! I can't be a demon!" "Too late..."[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Oo...that big fat rejected in red text...seems terribly harsh.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She struggled under his grip.....then gasped as he shoved her against the tree. She dug her nails in and he laughed. When her fingers were clean, he slowly released her. Once free, she tore off his shirt and raked her claws down his front...not enough to draw blood, although it was certainly possible. He winced and she removed her skirt and pressed her unclad body against his....tracing the outline of his ear with her talon.[/i] Ilmiwyrth: You....are so... Lifé: Awe inspiring?[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I don't suppose you can make up your own digimon....can you? If not, ignore it. If yes....tell me. Name: Luyii Megelani User name: Trancer Age: 17 Description: See attatchment. Bio: Cruel and sarcastic, she fights for the challenge. She also is rather uncaring, yet her personal crest is that of compassion. Why....we don't know. Digimon: I'll tell you when you tell me. And all the Digimon levels: same as above.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Okay, this is the THIRD thread you've made that had nothing to do with RPGs here. Delete this, or that other useless thing, or I'll be forced to excercise the power I actually have here. Cause you're obviously not getting the first warning.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She was quiet for awhile, then relaxed and let him do as he pleased. She'd take his wallet and empty it later. She laced her fingers through his hair. Dug her nails into his neck. She looked away. If she got any pleasure from this, it would be interesting...not like she really cared. It's a living. She closed her eyes, feigning exactly what he wanted to see.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She closed her eyes halfway and put her arms around his neck. He continued moving down her neck, to her shoulder, pushing the denim jacket aside. When he reached her chest, she wrapped her left leg around his waist and purred.[/i] Trance: Just going to let Magic kill him? Nate: Mm....busy. Trance: Obviously....[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She sighed and held the gun up to her temple.[/i] Trance: I swear I'll pull the trigger. Nate: Shutting up. Trance: Good boy. Now get over here and kiss me before I pump you full of lead.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She took out her 9mm and started fiddling with the ammo magazine. He watched her move out of the corner of her eye.[/i] Nate: What is it? Trance: ..nothing.... [i]He shook his head and kept on working.[/i][/COLOR]