Raiha

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She pushed her hair back, smiling thinly....here was the source of all her hopes and dreams.[/i] ~~~~~~ Name: Vondeux Shagress Megelani Race: Drow Age: 200 Class: Assassin (That's code for Fallen Drow) Weapon: Long thin sabre, flexible and unbreakable...made of orichalcum. Personality: Calm, cool, collected. Sophisticated yet cold blooded killer. In theory, she could be nice. If you weren't on her hit list. Description: see attatchment. There is beauty beneath the mask, although she rarely removes it. Bio: She's not a preistess of Loloth, nor a failed one, she chose her own path instead, much to the disgust of her brothers, sisters, and Val Shagress. She hasn't let that dim her spirits. Instead, she became the best at what she did, earning a reputation as one of the most feared and deadly killers out there. Such strength within, made from years of training and stretching, have given her unbreakable senses. This refinment is her saviour. While fearing light, shse does not hate it. In fact, she is one of the few female drow willing to risk going to the surface to chase prey. This quirk has made her a precious commodity, paid well. In her first hundred years, she married, earned her most recent last name, then killed him. Yes, it was for money, and yes, there was some love. It died quickly, like most of her other aquantinces. Oh well.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]And the frost falls to the ground, And the roses lie, Underneath the snow, That's where all lovers hide. But you'll be just a little stronger, But the roses bloom, Once more for you, When the winter's gone. That song for a stranger, That haunting melody, It echoes in my ears, And I know the roses will rise up. You'll be just a little stronger, When the winter's gone.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She laughed and brushed up against him.[/i] Trance: I could've told you they were there....but this was mroe interesting. Corey: Do you want to die? Trance: I can kill you just as easily as you can kill me. My switchblade is only a handsbreath away....although.... [i]She removed it from her bra and set it down on the table.[/i] Trance: ....it would get in the way. Corey: You're insane. Trance: Look who's talking. [i]He put his arms around her and she tripped them both down onto the nearby bed.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Oh good, you've seen it. And no, we won't slowly remove eachother's clothes with our blades. Although that was really cool in the movie....and he was really hot for a squaresoft character....and I'll just shut up now and wait for him to post.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Rena looked out the window and yawned. Trance picked her up and carried her to her bedroom, setting her down and tucking her in. She smiled. Little squirt was already asleep. The doctor walked out, quietly closing the door behind her, then padding away. She ran into her superior officer and exchanged various pleasentries with him before he set up an appointment with her in his office... The usual standart procedure, but something didn't feel right. She cursed inwardly, but smiled rightly and let him pat her behind. Then she made a swift exit to her office, locked the door behind her, and droped into her chair.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled at him, quirked an eyebrow....then placed her hands down on the table. He looked at her nails. Long and pale, like the rest of her body.[/i] Trance: ....I've never loved my father. I've played along with his schemes, always dreaming of killing him someday, along with his associates. Wolf: He made you do things for him. Trance: Yes, and not just company work. If you know what I mean. [i]She waited, and he finally figured it out. No wonder she wanted him dead.[/i] Trance: Yes, now that you know....do you have any other questions. Wolf: Am I the first? Trance: You're the fifth. The other four never made it this far. Two died on the rooftop, one got shot by my body guard, and the other two died in their sleep next to me.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Sayuri felt for him, but said nothing. Instead she let him make the camp up, helping here and there. The group laid out their things for the night and Sayuri set down her pack. Then....she stripped down to her skirt and right glove, then picked up her naked longblade and walked into the woods. Ken watched her go, then followed. Wolf watched them go, half smiling. They knew enough to stay out of trouble, and not get tired out for tomorrow. Once out of the earshot of even Wolf, Sayuri raised her blade and closed her eyes. Ken smiled in response.[/i] Ken: A blind spar? Sayuri: Only if you promise not to peek. Ken: Very well. [i]He closed his eyes and raised his katana. The two circled eachother slowly, blades flickering with their movements. She went low, then attacked.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Utterly hilarious, but your spelling is rather sad. ~~~~~~~~ [i]The music became slower, the party quieter, and Trance played her cards perfectly. She whispered a direction or two in Wolf's ear while still maintaining the appearance of one simply doing a slow dance. Then she left him and went back to her rooms. The bodyguards were dismissed as soon as she entered her well protected room. Once inside, she left the door half open, and began to remove her jewelry. She was working on removing her fourth platinum stud when the door opened and Wolf walked in. Forgetting one of the steps, he left it open. She swiftly closed it and dimmed the lights.[/i] Wolf: What's the problem? Trance: ....security is tight. The less you advertise your presence near me, the more likely you are to survive. [i]She pulled back her hair and turned to him. He took the hint and removed the clasp on her necklace. She set it down, then took his arm, leading him to her table. They sat down and she poured two glasses of wine. He watched her drink it down, then took a sip and set down the glass.[/i] Wolf: Now then... Trance: Ask me whatever you feel necessary. I will not be offended. Wolf: Do you swear to tell me everything you can? Trance: At my expense? ....why not.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]*sigh* People seem to be overly sensitive about their personal feelings. I've learned to accept them as they come. For example; I say who I like. It's not like I should be ashamed of it. I also like girls. So sue me. Can we all just calm down, get along, and talk about our crushes without feeling all kiddy/blushy/juvenille? I doubt it. Oh well.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Quite suddenly, he felt Sayuri's breath on his neck. She had swiftly dodged around his fileld of vision into the place in his blind spot. Her hand touched his ear. He arched his neck and waited. She beathed into his ear, words only he could hear. "When we camp for the night, you and I have a date with our blades." He looked her in the eye. She smiled back, glittering and shimmering. He nodded and she continued walking ahead of him once more.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Trance: ....Trance Megelani, mercenary psychopath and all around handywoman. Jonathan: ...wow. Ken: At least she's honest. Trance: In my line of work, it pays. Ken: And that's why you're here. Trance: Money Ken! M-O-N-E-Y! [i]She winked and traced the edge of his lips with her forefinger, then smiled.[/i][/COLOR]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Kaola Su [/i] [B]Now only if I was to say I was a lesbian or bi-sexual (which I am not) I would definately say [b]Juu, Raiha, and Kittylyn[/b] but take no seriousness to the chic thing, b/c I am [b]not[/b] like that so none of you should feel uncomfortable around me now!! [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]Now that you mention it.....I should've told you all anyways. I can be considered bi. Which is something I'm rather quiet about. Oh well. I love you Koala! ;) And really now Terpischore, I'm not exactly gifted with niceness. Just as cloricus if you want to know how bîtchy I can become. But that's mostly with good reason. I'm quite flattered you know. As for my bi crushes..... BabyGirl, Pressure [sizzle sizzle, cause she loves me too], and probably....hmm....Raquel.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Trance rolled her eyes at the continuing banter and sheathed her blade. With delicate movements, she folded up her oiling cloth, then placed it in her back pocket. The clipboard fell right into her hands, pen replaced behind her ear. With slow easy steps, steps that accentuated her figure, she walked to the main office. There, she flipped off the secretary, personally delivered her papers, and left. The boss quirked one eyebrow. Was it just him, or was her åss extremely touchable? Trance smirked to herself and walked back to the common room. Being slender and beautiful certainly had its drawbacks. She walked down the hall, passed a female, then stopped right in front of him. Jonathan turned, stared. She smiled at him, head to the side, eyes half shut.[/i] Jonathan: ...hi. Are you new? Trance: ...to some. I came to say hello.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Wolf stared across the roof and his eyes fell upon the reclining figure of Trance Okimura. She smiled at him, although he couldn't see it. Then she flipped him off, which he did see, and slipped into the shadows. Wolf shot out his hand and caught a pin, with a note wrapped around it. He unrolled it, not touching the yellowed point of the dart. "You want to talk to the boss? You come to me first. (650) 716-1169." He folded it, then dropped the pin down. It made a gentle tink sound, and he turned to where she had been watching him. Inside a nearby building, Trance Okimura, daughter of a paricular drug dealer....was stripping off her gear. She set her Desert Eagle on the table, along with her knife and seven poisoned pins. Then she undid her hair, letting thick dark hair fall freely down her back....and changed into her black evening dress. Party time. Strappy black heels, a dash of makeup, and her knife in a spine sheath. She walked downstairs, escorted by her "bodyguard," Johan, and was greeted by yet another sycophant. She smiled sweetly at them, playing the perfect daughter.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Well, it only bothers me when I'm trying to send private messages......which doesn't make any sense. But, maybe just a little. Are those two limits; posting and PMing the same? Cause if the PM one was lowered a tad...it'd be nice.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Wow, it's a male sheephead! If that's a recent one, his name will be Bubba. We learned about him during a Member's Camp in night. :D[/color]

[color=royalblue]My favorite place in the world.......Monterey Bay Aquarium. Outer Bay exhibit. Largest window in the world. The mezzanine floor in the far left hand corner. Best spot to sit and relax and listen to the music and watch my favorite fish swim. Abnormally large tuna, white tip sharks, Peglagic rays, Sea turtles [finding nemo turtles], Mahi mahi, and my all time favorite; Mola mola. So yes, I love to go there and relax, take a nap, surrounded by the environment I love. MONTEREY! WOOHHOO!! Okay yes.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]When Nate came back to her apartment, he found her half awake, waiting for him. She smiled and watched him close the doors behind him.[/i] Nae: He didn't hurt you, did he? Trance: Only a little. More my pride than anything. Nate: Small price to pay. [i]He stroked her hair and she blushed.[/i] Nate: What's wrong? Trance: I haven't been "rescued" like that before. Very exciting. Nate: Do I get a thank you? Trance: ....why should I thank you? Nate: Cause I'm....cute?[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]No, I borrow them from an artist with his own website. I can draw....but that wouldn't be my style. I'm more of a realist/gothic type personage. [url]http://www.airnetonline.com/cloud07.[/url][/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Sex. Drugs. Luverly. ~~~~~~~ Name: Trance Okimura Age: 19 Weapons: see attatchment. Knife is more of a small katana, and is poisoned. Surprise surprise. She also has two hairpins that can kill...when pressed into the right spot. Appearance: see attatchment. Pale yellow eyes, brown hair, slender for her height. Wears what you see and also has a thing for linen two piece suits. Bio: Daughter of a drug lord and a smuggler, Trance has always been taught to take the back door rather than the front. This has shaped her thinking and given her a double or nothing additude. She's witty, sarcastic, sophisticated, and good company for dinners. Despite this, she's also a excellent fighter, markswoman, and assassin. Her father's used her for more than one dirty job.[/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Not too far away from Qyrain's position, a high mountain lake slumbered. Everything around it seemed to be calm, waiting, but limpid. Finally, something happened. The birds of the air fled, and the snakes in the rocks slithered closer. She was coming. Through the water, and a small whirlpool, a female Water Dragon rose into the air. Supported by her snake-like tail, torso like that of a delicate girl. She flew upwards, then landed on the surface of the water once more. The air around her frosted into snowflakes and the land around her grew green once more. The snakes passed over the water to curl up in her hair. She smiled and caressed them with her taloned hands. They hissed in pleasure and wiggled further in. Saitsune smiled and melted down into her humanoid form. Weaker, but more suited to walking across land. As an Empress, she was required to make her rounds in the human world. So....she did. Walking quietly over the water, snakes hissing and sliding through her tresses. All she posessed was on her person. It was good. Her people demanded her find a husband, what better place to look? There were no eligible young males to suit her needs in the waters, so why not the over world? The water connected her from the home in the sea, through underground channels, to the center of the human overworld. Comforting really. She smiled in spite of herself. Toasting her brilliance. Well...mostly. She had a little help.[/i] Qyrain: ....mm? Saitsune: ....that was easy enough. [i]She bent down and looked at his sleeping face. Then utterly dismissed him as a possibility. Too young. Too pale.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue]Bwahahahaa, I am sophisticated, which is partially true. And I am also to "stay a couple of steps ahead of the most astute Ravenclaw." Bow to me! Well, I am like that at school, always early, always finished first, and always....one for fine culture. Who else here likes white wine, opera, and light colored wood?[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Trance rolled her eyes and slowly polished her own blade underneath the table. He gave her a look, and she simpered back. Ken shrugged and walked off. Trance set her weapon on the table and dipped the cloth in oil. A talll, melencholy looking man watched her quietly. She turned and looked at him through half shut eyes. He nodded, but did nothing else. Apathy. Curse of the now. Curse of the then. She continued pressing the oil deep into the hilt, handle, blade. It paid to keep longblades in good working order. Her boss wouldn't mind much if she died. One less person to pay. Right? She rolled her eyes. He could try that, but she would kill him before that happened. Luck willing. ....then again. Luck was never really good at doing things right. Often anyways.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=purple][i]The marks in the ground hissed angrily, and hundreds of deadly serpents....her familiar animal, came up from the ground. They caressed her sleeping body with their tongues' ....moving around her slowly. Sensuously. She moaned in her sleep and opened her mouth. One of the many death adders slipped to her face and kissed her lips, her tongue. As they drained her pain away, she continued to dream of nothing....and feel nothing. The next morning, all but one of the snakes were gone, and she knew it had worked. The curse was still deep inside her, but the presence of her familiar would more than likely save her soul. It had consumed her...pulled her through the wall. And that was enough. The rose boa constrictor slid around her arms, and bonded himself to her waist. She smiled and stroked his head with her nails. Curingqua Duka. "I did not charm the snakes. They charmed me."[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She rolled her eyes and made the universal signal for death with her left hand.[/i] Trance: Not here. He'll stain my carpet. Nate: Sure. I'll be back. Trance: ....gegh. [i]He hauled off Torque's limp form, went away....then came back. In the meantime, Trance washed her hands, got into bed, and turned out all the lights. Busy day.[/i][/COLOR]