Raiha

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled at him and he rested his hands on her thighs. It wouldn't be the first time he had slept with her, but just the same....it wasn't the most pleasent of experiences. She stood up before he could move his hands upwards and kissed him sweetly. As usual, he put his arms around her and kissed back. There was a knock on the door and he swiftly pushed her out of the way. She melted into the shadows, muttering the spell of invisibility. The doors opened to reveal the one she had screwed around with earlier...covered in claw marks and sores.[/i] BlackFox: Interesting. Her skill grows. Hevien: Kill that bîtch! BlackFox: Hardly. She's one of my better mercs....and you aren't. Hallucin: I'm so flattered Hevien. Usually, people don't fall for such simple hexes. But you did. BlackFox: Trance, leave him alone. Hevien: I swear you and I are going to duel some day. And I'll leave your sorry åss for the dogs to pick over. Hallucin: Brave words. From somebody who can't even remember his own name....[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]....damnit. There went her next meal. She eyed the male she had saved earlier with a look that could've been contempt...or was it intrigue? He couldn't tell. Either way, she looked slightly molested, but still intact. He smiled and she winked.[/i] Trance: I think you just killed my next meal ticket. Austin: Don't tell me...you're a prostitute. Trance: How could you tell? Austin: ...no reason. [i]He stared at her denim jacket...covering what appeared to be only bare skin underneath. She smiled once more. The protective type. Cute. Her pimp was going to have a hey day over this one.[/i] Trance: If I were you, I'd not punch anyone else feeling up on me. It's sort of my job you know. Austin: ....uh....I'd apologize, but it's not really... Trance: Don't let me bother you. I'm like this all the time.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Sayuri let her blade flash into her hand and whirled around. Arus stood stock still, the point of her blade nicking his throat. Wolf called out a warning and she swiftly withdrew her sword. She smiled at him and held out a hand.[/i] Sayuri: Sorry about that. I thought you were somebody esle. Arus: ...sure...no problem. Wolf: Glad to see you in once piece. Arus: And almost divided into another three, thanks to...what's your name again? Sayuri: Sayuri Okimura. Mercenary of sorts....and out of a current job. Wolf: Well.....there was that one job.... Sayuri: Job? Money?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled at the current patient, dosed her for sleeping sicknesss, then pushed her hair out of her face. It was time for another haircut. She dropped her lab coat into the laundry hamper and headed for the women's showers. Once inside, she stripped down to nothing and turned the water up high. Coldness blasted through her body and she gasped in shock. Somebody had tampered with the water heater. Whoever it was...was going to die. Haunta virus injected into their bloodstream... She shook her head and quickly cleaned herself. Wearing a towel and nothing else, she headed for the barracks, ignoring the various stares of hunger. Once by her bunk, she pulled out her clothes and sat on her bed. Kazuma walked by, patting her on the arm.[/i] Kazuma: That's a sweet show you're putting on there. Trance: Whoever messed with the water heater tanks should die. But they deserve it for all their hard work. Kazuma: I'll keep that in mind. Trance: Do it and die.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Trance: ....you're welcome. [i]She laughed to herself, then went home, exchanged her car for her bike, and went to the aforementioned race. She could recognize several of her clients, and parked. She had no intention of racing...more along the lines of getting a little buisness. Soon enough, one of them came to greet her. She smiled up into his face, allowing him to put his arms around her waist. Several people eyed them, and she just purred.[/i] Torque: You're a demon. Trance: And your point? Torque: ...all mine. Trance: Well...for about ten minutes anyways. One has to eat, and you don't get that from boring long term relationships. [i]She winked at him and let his hands roam downwards....no big deal to her. Men like him were easy to come by. And even easier to manipulate. Such were the joys of being a nightwalker.[/i] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled from her vantage point, lying down on a tree branch. Eye shalf shut, hair blowing slightly. She contained her laughter and fingered the edge of her longblade lazily. Wolf looked up. Drop dead gorgeous females like these were had to come by, much less ones that climbed trees and carried swords. She waved, showing him the scared palm of her hand. Then she leapt down gracefully, executing a double backflip, before landing straight legged, hand on the hilt of her sword. Sayuri smiled once more and held out her hand.[/i] Sayuri: Hello. Wolf is it? Wolf: Indeed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled and adjusted her not really there shirt. Two cops, obviously, walking down the street, looking for anyone "suspicious." They couldn't pin anything on her yet, she wasn't soliciting anyone, she wasn't racing, and she wasn't doing drugs. Yet. They eyed her. Maybe it was just the way she dressed. She purred back and pushed back her thick brown hair. They moved on. With stern warnings of "be good." "stay outta trouble." Hah, dream on boys.[/i] Trance: Motherfückers. [i]She stood up and walked over to her car, keys in hand, then stopped short. Cute guy in trouble.....only one remedy. She walked over, and winked at him through the rolled down window. He stared. So did the cops.[/i] Idiot Cop 1: Who the hell are you? Trance: ...his cousin. Austin: ...yeah.... Idiot Cop 2: Can I see some ID? Trance: ...of course. [i]With a deliberate move, she reached into her bra and pulled out her card. They stared at it. Then her. Then Austin. Then left without another word. He gaped.[/i] Trance: Something wrong? Austin: What the hell's on your card? Trance: Military ID.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Fascinating...I love being here early. Name: Dr. Luyii "Trance" Megelani Age: 19 Country of Origin: Taiwan Organization: United Nations Ambassador Appearance: see attatchment. For formal meetings, she generally wears a two piece linen suit and heels. But usually, it's just casual for her. Biography: Born to a family bent on the destruction of anything not man....Luyii has always been considered a black sheep. She is sympathetic towards the machines, but keeps her own counsel. She does the bidding of her employer and doesn't argue. To do so would endanger her position, family, and her life. None of which she values too highly. But she has made compromises, many of which she is not proud of. To be able to stand and fight for the rights of both would be nice. But it's simply not an option. She won't be able to make it through these times without chosing a side. In addition, she is also highly skilled in the mechanical arts, able to fix and create machines of her own. But, in the present times, she has stepped away from doing such things, stashed her tool kit in a storage closet, and hidden the things that tied her to machines. This act was not one she was more proud of, and it led her to a point of self loathing far above what she thought capable of. In turn, this has made her slightly bitter and jaded. But when the time comes, she will be able to make her own desicions, unfettered by the predjudices about them. Weapon/s: Slingblade, easily concealed, taser, also easily concealed. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Trance: ...Arus...please tell me you didn't thrash your mech too. Arus: Hello doctor. No, I didn't. Trance: Excellent. My work here is done. Oh, and if you pull a ligament, I'll refer you to Nurse Laelia. [i]He looked confused, but she merely laughed. Back in the mess hall, she sat down next to Kazuma, watching the various envious glances thrown in her direction.[/i] Aeroshi: So sweet yet so evil. Trance: ..what if I put my arm around him and kissed his cheek? Kazuma: I'd get killed in the showers. Trance: ...good point. Why not? Aeroshi/Arus/Kazuma: Trance! Trance: Just kidding.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=purple][i]The bar's doors were locked. She inserted a nail into the lock and it clicked open swiftly. She pushed open the doors and entered the lair of BlackFox. He was sitting at the table, a common whore on his lap. When he saw her, he stood, pushing her to the ground. She glared at Hallucin. Who smiled broadly and waved a perfectly manicured hand at him.[/i] BlackFox: Welcome Hallucin. It's been awhile. Hallucin: Did you send him to get me? BlackFox: He was supposed to bring you here...yes. Hallucin: He won't be joining us today. BlackFox: Tell me you didn't kill him. Hallucin: Of not. He's just scratching and clawing at himself right now...he'll get over it in a few hours. [i]The prostitute left the room, shooting a hateful glance at Hallucin. She purred back, then deliberately sat on the table, legs spread in front of BlackFox. He grinned at her openess but didn't do a thing about it.[/i] BlackFox: So...you're taking up with this Jeric I assume. Hallucin: Why not? He pays well. And he's a cutie. BlackFox: ....remember who you are. Hallucin: Always. And right now, he's going to tell me no. But he won't...he'll always give in again.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled to herself. At least he was honest about it. And that was more than she got from her usual patients and such. Then she eyed him swallow the pills....that explained a bit.[/i] Corey: Yes? Trance: Nothing. Corey: I didn't catch your name... Trance: I never gave it to you. Corey: Well...may I have the honor of knowing it? [i]She extended a perfectly manicured hand, flashing him a beautiful smile.[/i] Trance: Dr. Luyii Megelani. But you can call me Trance. Corey: Pleasure. Trance: It's all mine. You can also let go of my hand now.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Spelling errors dear. Spelling errors. Name: Sayuri Luyii Okimura Age: 28 Weapon: The longblade instead of the usual katana. But made to be just as light and manuverable. It was a gift from her mother, and the memory of her mother before her. It posesses a full three quarter blood channel, no hilt, and is wrapped with oiled black leather. Description: see attatchment. Yes, she's that weird looking. Bio: Money! M-O-N-E-Y!!![/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Dr. Luyii, or "Trance," watched her surroundings carefully and smiled in spite of herself. This was about to become more intersting that she had previously thought. Apparently, she was the oldest female here....excluding the one that didn't show. But there were two males either the same age, or older to her. Mentally, she categorized their strengths and weaknesses, factoring in what she could see on their person. She rested her hand on her purse, knowing her switchblade was a flick away. Trance turned and eyed the male watching her. Corey. If she had heard his name right. She shifted her position, legs showing through a slightly sheer skirt. His gaze flickered down and she purred through a half open mouth.[/i] Trance: May I help you? Corey: Doubtful. Trance: ....maybe.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled slightly, and picked at her nails. This conversation was starting to embarass her. And what would Lifé think? Rinkayum would ridicule her.....aww but what the hell? It wouldn't be the first time. And didn't he have a crush on Lifé? Shalistrae stood up and touched his face with her palm. He looked at her. Eyes half shut, long lashes obscuring his view of her expression.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled broadly and he picked her up. Without warning, she leaned down and kissed his cheek. If a Baalor could blush, he would've. She grinned and they continued walking down the street. She pointed out vaious exotic sights, he responded with minimal interest. Neuvox rolled her eyes and they finally crossed the entire length of the city. Once on the outskirts, the two sat on the ledges and watched the people below.[/i] Ilmiwyrth: Such meaningless lives. You eat sleep, and are afraid of dying. How do you cope? Neuvox: ...some get religion. Then they eat sleep, and look forward to dying. Ilmiwyrth: What about you? Neuvox: I have about 300 years left...what's to worry about? I just want to get what I deserve.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She sighed with resignation and allowed herself to eat the usual salad before indulging herself in a half a pint of strawberry and rasberry sorbet. She walked out, still eating...to the rech room.....just knowing that something would go wrong. Aorashi waved in greeting, which was amazing, considering what he was benchpressing. She waved with her spoon and leaned against the racks casually. Her premonitions were right. Ten seconds later, one of the men tore a ligament.[/i] Aorashi: You're amazing. Trance: ....I think it's time for me to retire.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]Duties finished for the day, she shed her lab coat and headed for the barracks, drained, but happy. One of the little children had given her a rock candy stick and another had given her a picture of....her. She smiled and tacked the drawing onto her bed frame. Aorashi and Sean walked in just in time to see her jump onto her bed and start licking her candy like any little girl.[/i] Sean: Sharing is caring Dr. Trance. Trance: I'm a doctor not a teacher. Save it for the cafeteria ladies. Aorashi: Oo, heart of stone. Trance: Whatever. I'll have you know I had to give six innoculations, twelve bandages, and sixteen lollipops out, in addition... I had to install a bio gel pack, from which I am not yet recovered. So...I think I am entitled to act accordingly to your description of the heart of stone. In two words: Piss off. Sean: Ouch. [i]Her smile could've withered the freshest flower. The two, deflated and devoid of any hope of getting rock candy, went to their perspective bunks and didn't ask again.[/i] Sean: Did you say bio gel pack? Trance: *sigh* I'll be instaling yours first thing in the morning....[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Trance rolled her eyes and headed to the smaller clinic where she served as the head doctor for a group of civillians. Most of them were scared, wide eyed, innocent, and pure. And she enjoyed working the most with the children. They were sweet, well tempered, and didn't throw too many temper tantrums. Of course...some pilots were worse. She donned her lab coat, for modesty's sake around innocent mothers, and opened the doors. She was greeted by the pitiful sobs of a little girl she knew to be Rena. The small female held up a bleeding arm and cried for comfort.[/i] Trance: Oh dear...what's all this? Rena: I cut my arm! I was playing and I fell...it hurts. Trance: Of course, but I can make it feel better dear, come...sit down. Rena: Will it hurt? Trance: Only a little. [i]She smiled, and opened the cabinet. With expert moves, she swabbed the wound with alcohol strips and gave her a tetnus shot. Just to be on the safe side. Rena howled, but generally complied. Then she bandaged it delicately and handed the child a lollipop.[/i] Rena: Oo! Trance: There you are. Stay out of trouble...and keep it clean. [i]She bounced out of the clinic, smiling and sucking on her treat. Trance folded her arms and smiled. Meanwhile, the men upstairs watched her. They noted her compassion, her intuitiveness....but most of all, they listened to what she said.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Well then...let's see if we can do this without scratching eachother's eyes out. Shall we? *wink* Name: Heinyana Megelani Age: 500 Decription: See attatchment. She will generally wear a long burka over her body, but shed it when the time comes to fight. Background: Daughter of an imortal sage and a fae, Heinyan is used to hardship. However, she will fight in order to save those she loves. Or to protect the innocent. She has no reason to justify this, other than her bloodlines. And no, she's not imortal, just blessed, or cursed, with extremely long life. Try 800 years. So at the moment, she is in her middle years and very jovial with it all. Personality wise, she is calm and sophisticated, yet deadly. To cross her is not wise. Neither is it to question her intelligence.[/COLOR]

[COLOr=royalblue]I act as I please, and nobody tells me to do otherwise. Somebody once thought I was 24 and in college. Another thought I was a boy. So make your own judgements. Currently, over 15 different people have thought me to be either 20 or above. And that's not even when I'm with my baby sister. Then they just think I'm her mother. Which is deplorable.[/cOLOr]

[COLOR=purple][i]She stood up and brushed the thick dark hair from her eyes, moving the circlet on her forehead back up. He was at it again, and she didn't really care. She could feel his mind touching hers, and cooly shoved it out of the way. There were other things to do. Things that didn't involve her current lover and employer.[/i] Hallucin: ....not now dear. Jeric: What are you going to do instead? Hallucin: Go torment a human. [i]She smiled at him and left his lair, moving lazily. Her hair brushed the floor, trailing with her long robe. Heels clicked against the marble floor and she allowed the guards to open the door to the outside. She waltzed through and was instantly marked by a fellow mercenary. He came up behind her, hand on her neck. She tilted her head to one side and let him touch her.[/i] BlackFox: You smell like him. Boss isn't going to like that. Hallucin: I accepted his offer. Why bother standing up to his advances? BlackFox: Because you used to belong to my boss.... [i]She glared at him and he removed his hand. She snapped her fingers and in an instant, he was rolling on the ground, clawing at what he imagined were millions of tiny spiders.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Perfect. I accept. Name: Ananda Sevenstar Age: 5000 Alignment: Something that could be positive. Something that could be negative. Race: Neo Angelorum Short Bio: Never one to give up on humanity, Trance has always stood for something akin to hope and light. She'll fight to defend innocents to the last. Be it with tooth and nail, she will do it. However, she greatly resents the angels considered "pure" and "untampered with, which leads her to be somewhat of an ambiguous character. In short, she suffers from a tendency to ignore those akin to her race. So yes, she is not all together good. She might make frinds with an evil entity, if there's something in it for her. Like; survival. Weapons: Twin Longblades. Spells: Silver Kiss; None of your damned buisness. Black Rose: Turns her weapon into a rose stem whip. And yeah, she's into that kinke kind of stuff. [j/k] Hopeless Night: Surrounds the enemy with an overwhelming feeling of lost dreams and sorrow. Usually gives them something to think about for years. Libertine: 7 pointed star hurled at the enemy, similar to a shuriken.[/COLOR]

[COLOr=royalblue]I could've sworn you were banned twice. And that it was against the rules to make multiple accounts. But hey, I'm just a senior member here. What do I know?[/cOLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]With all the skill of a born mechanic, she plugged and soldered and hooked up the last of the bio gel packs. She plugged in a few stray wires, smiled, and dusted the char from her body. Then she stood up and leapt down to the hanger floor. Her toolkit slid into it's resting place and she preened. Aerow gave her a look that could've been pure love. But on the other hand, it could've also been simply greed. She gave him a smirk in return and tucked her headrag into her back pocket. Then she fingered her pencil gingerly and waited.[/i] Aerow: Thanks. Trance: ...you're welcome. Crash it and I swear you will walk funny for the rest of your life. Aerow: Meep. [i]She grinned and walked back into the cafeteria, calling the cook for some coffee.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Okay, here's the final picture of her in character as the "prostitute." If they're in L.A. the outfit actually makes sense, as it is ....99 degrees at night anyways. If you're under 13, use viewer discretion. It's not going to give you a very good impression of me anyways. But yes. And I do actually own that set.[/COLOR]