Raiha

[COLOR=royalblue]Name: Tarlain Sevenstar Age: 800 Alignment: Declined to State. Race: Dragouret. YEAHHHH!!! WOHOOO!!! Description: Tall enough to stare any man in the eyes, with muscles in all the right places. Wings of a bat, with a wingspan of about 18 feet, rose eyes, three horns protruding from either side of her head, and several more down her spinal cord, pointy ears. Tail like an otters, 5 retactable claws on each hand, and two dewclaws on both wrists. But despite these animalistic looks, she still retains a strange beauty about her... Short Bio: A wanderer, a freak of nature, generally saturnine. Mute, scary enough. End of story. Weapons: Single staff of cherrywood, reverts to a bloodsword when properly used. Spells: Silver Kiss, Heart Slave, Union of the Soul.[/COLOR]

[COLOr=royalblue][i]She quickly dressed in her customary outfit of black leather and walked downstairs again, heading for the cafeteria...A new student was sitting down at the table, eating...with a pensive look on his face. She sat down across from him and stared intently.[/i] Ken: ...hi. Sil: What's your name? Ken: What's yours? Sil: I asked first. But I'm Sil. Ken: Ken... Sil: Is there something wrong? Ken: Just thinking...[/COLOr]

[COLOR=royalblue]Okay, what is it with you sweetreyes? Not only did you not sign up, you also are god modding. So back off, and get the hell out of here. You are starting to piss me off. You are not all powerful, and you are certainly not one to be able to levitate another, even if you are half Itsari. So get lost, or I'll stick James and Warlock on you. ~~~~~~~~~~[/COLOR] [COLOR=purple][i]She was pissed. Very pissed. Gripping her staff in one hand, she quickly rose to her feet and marched straight up to Andriena's face.[/i] Nepenthe: Back off. Why should we even bother with you? You use flashy magic, and advertise your presence. Not only that but you're cocky, and use it without even thinking. Gurthang: ..... Nepenthe: I'm warning you..... [i]The snakes carved into her staff began to hiss, and their eyes glowed dangerously....just like their mistress's. The words of a spell were slowly marching into Nepenthe's mind....and the power inside of them were terrible. She had to only utter them...to release the strength of the Black Numenorians....[/i][/cOLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]With a low swoop, she landed back on the roof of the Xavier mansion, energy slowly receeding back into her body. Moon Chaser relaxed her grip and walked down the stairs, back to her room. On her way, she bumped lightly into Craig, and gave him a look. He apoligized, and she smiled, winking, teasing... She continued on her way, brushing an imaginary speck from her breast. Craig watched, rather surprised. Once she was inside her room, she locked the door and collapsed onto the bed, tired, but pleased. These long periods of sustained flight were what Xavier had recomended...for improving her strength. Sil quietly removed her gloves, then the rest of her clothes. With a quick twist, she turned on the water in the shower as hot as she could bear it, then stepped inside, relishing the warmth of water against her skin. The only thing close enough to what she so desired.[/i] Sil: ....I wish I could touch him.....it's not fair... [i]Quiet, and calming herself, she stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around her waist...[/i] ~~~~~~~~~~~~[/COLOR] [cOLOR=purple]Side note: Sil is a flirt. Let's establish that character trait. She is also quite a tease. Please make her act acordingly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Ears filled with the power of Wolf song, she shouldered her pack and left the Forest's of Galeigh. Her life had been happier than ever before there....Lingh, the Alpha, was kind and wise. His bravery had fed her, his honor been instilled in her, his savagery in the face of death, shown her courage. And now it was time for her to learn her way. She was ready. Ananda would fight for her place, and go down that way. Ananda opened her mouth and howled out her farewell....singing happily, pleased to be ready for the world.[/i] Lingh: Go fast, Run hard, Fear not, We will watch. Ananda: Thank you, I go now, I am Here, But will run with Honor. Aviana Marin Hai. Lingh: Enago Hai! [i]She quickly strapped her pack down, then loped, finally leaping from a prepice, and springing into the air, relying on her magic to keep her aloft. She rose higher, creating warm air drifts to lift her to the heights she had trained for....less oxygen, cold, fearsome, heavenly. A song bubbled from deep inside her, then bursting free.[/i] Ananda: Galeigh was my Past, This is my Present, My Future will be All.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]She's neutural...but she hates destruction of innocents.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Tarlain: *rolls eyes* [i]Moron.[/i] Kain: Ajourned. [i]The four mercenaries quickly stood up and departed....Tarlain leaned against the wall, watching the other's antics. Turflack was his usual stoic self, and Kain was acting somewhat similar, even though his anger was evident. Tarlain leaned back, smiling. The fun was finally begining.[/i] Tarlain: Feeling good? Kain: ....why wouldn't I? Tarlain: Just wondering. Abob: Let's go. Tarlain: *smiles* Sure....[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Warning...sweetreyes, Rouge's powers are mine. And I could've sworn you never signed up for this RPG. And not only is Craig with me, he's also in the cafeteria. Get another power, or better yet, ask Craig if you can actually join. ~~~~~~~~~~~~[/COLOR] [COLOR=purple]Craig: ....What kinda name is Sil? Sil: Who wants to know? Craig: .....just wondering. Sil: You do not want to know. [i]She sat down and quietly consumed her meal. Without further ado, she stood up again and waved goodbye. With a quick movement, she opened the window, and looked three stories down. Perfect. While Craig watched with an open mouth, she slid out gracefully and flew off. Once above the building, she let loose with a wild spin and turn, then she dove straight down, past the window, so low, she almost brushed the ground....then she flew in a straight line, and then spiraled upwards again, cutting a wide path through the atmosphere.... Freedom...to be who she was...[/i] Sil: Tantalar...Efratha, Nu'ute, Gorjeouana.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]*sips coffee* Will this ever get a real ending...? JUSTIN![/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]*sips coffee* It could be just me, but I could've sworn there was a rule somewhere here saying that one word posts are big fat no-nos.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Ananda retched, then wiped her mouth and stood up. This was harsh. Bitter medicene. She returned inside and quickly pulled the bolt out of Kryas's forehead. The old woman's head lolled foreward uselessly. And at that point, both of the sister's tears fell....fast and free. They carried her body outside and found the place of the willows. With a few softly spoken words, they burried her....and covered her body with branches and flowers.[/i] Jaudiar: By the blood spilled on this place, we will avenge you. Ananda: And by the power bested in us, we shall bring all to justice. Both: Rest in peace... [i]Then they turned and slowly walked back into the house. Leave. The words were harsh. And grating. But they had nothing more here. The two looked at eachother, then quickly sprang into action. Jaudiar fled upstairs and began packing the bare essentials. A change of clothes, a good portion of wool, food, and water flasks. While she packed everything they needed into saddlebags, Ananda ran out into the dusky twilight and made a beeline for the stables. Once inside, she pulled down the bars restricting their horses. Immediatly, both sprang out onto the floor, tails plummed, necks arched. Both were fully developed Kavaiana stallions, strong, clean limbed, and ready to roam forever. Ananda wiped her tears and quickly saddled both up, pressing the bits into their mouths and removing the stirrups. They would not need them. With a quick motion, she grabbed their leads, and snatched the last lantern.....[/i] Ananda: Are you ready? [i]The younger sister turned and locked the door behind her. Two saddlebags were in her right hand, in her other were their spears. She nodded and silently tossed one of each to Ananda. The once joyful woman quietly lynched up the bags....[/i] Ananda: Ready? Jaudair: Let's make for Blasns. We can choose our weapons there. [i]They swung onto their hoses easily, practiced, smooth....and with one hand, they gripped their spears. Prepared. At the same time, they shouted aloud and the two horses bolted forwards.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]....... Name: Ananda Age: 20 Birthmark: There are a series of lash-like birthmarks on her back, resembling what most consider Air to be like... Bio: Trained by her mother, Moonwings, last of her kind...she has strugled to master her magical powers. Feeling inadequate, she ran....hoping to suffer and die. To her surprise, she ran into the forest of Galeigh, finding the alpha wolf of that land. Lingh. He taught her the was to survive, and the powers she needed to control her magic. After 2 years, she had mastered everything she had once struggled with, thanks to the mentorship of Lingh. Now ready for the world, she set her sights on Isthanae...believing him to be like her....[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Sil looked down, Quentin had met Charles Xavier...and she knew in her heart, it was what she needed as well. She slowly released her hold on her powers and lightly floated to the ground... Landing on one foot, she spun and then ran to Quentin's prone form. He was handsome, but in this state, he reminded her of the child.[/i] Sil: Is he going to die? Charles: No Sil. He won't. Sil: ....do you think you could help me like you helped him? Charles: Of course Sil. You're like Quentin, and that's why I'm here. [i]With a gentle tug, she pulled Quentin over her shoulder and rose to her feet....She noded and braced herself. He was heavier than she had expected...but based on Mr. Xavier's words, his mutation must have something to do with it. She was prepared for the worst.[/i] Sil: Can you teach me how to control my powers? Charles: Yes, with time...and training.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Their was a faint clicking sound behind him, and he whirled around. Jaudiar was standing behind him, fingers barely touching the sight she had just flicked onto her shotgun. She winked, then indicated her head down. Liam's jaw went into free fall. Not only was she wearing nothing but lengire, she had also let her hair down past her waist.....[/i] Jaudiar: Something wrong? Liam: Gug...du....mmm... Jaudiar: *sigh* Snap out of it. Think about Pizaro. Liam: *ping* Why are you dressed like that? Jaudiar: Easy enough. I'm the distraction. There's plenty of male guards around...they don't see enough of scantlly clad women...and from that look on your face.... You don't see enough of them either. [i]She rolled her eyes and Liam once more focused on his task.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The female Itsari quietly ate, enough to satisfy, then looked at him from the corner of her eye. Immediatly, a flash of circling eyes and fire flared around him. She nearly jumped, but contained herself. On the outside, Gurthang appeared normal...but it was not so. As soon as she was finished, she wiped her mouth, and stood. The cherrywood staff flew into her hand quickly, snakes carved on it curling...[/i] Fox: Yes? Nepenthe: I am going out to see what the sun and earth are doing. Fox: ...be on your guard. Nepenthe: I always am. [i]With that, she quickly glanced over at Gurthang, and saw them again. Deeply disturbed, she exited the building and ran out into the fresh morning... The sun was bright, the clouds were few, and the birds were singing. She loped along silently, then she raised her voice in song...echoing with their joyful refrains...[/i] Nepenthe: Hail Sun bright and sweet, Light you give to keep us alive, Oh lady bright do not fade, Or sink to never rise again.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Sounds good so far....reminds me a bit of a particular movie I once saw.... Oh well, wahtever.[/COLOR]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Final Flash [/i] [B]Yeah, well last year it lasted a good 3 months. So count your blessings. [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]Hmmm, there's my bed, my piano, my dashing good looks....[/COLOR] ;)

[COLOR=royalblue]He's shameless. If he wasn't, he wouldn't write stories without happy endings.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The furious sorceress forced herself to calm down and weigh the desicions logically. She could release Rajaah...or keep him in a subliminal state of control....that would work. Oh the other hand, did she really want to pair up with a man like Axel North...? He was centuries younger than her but still strong enough to work her into a blood frenzy...the same one she was fighting down right now. She decided to go with her first impulse.[/i] Jaudiar: Sure. If that means you'll get off me. Axel: Hah. [i]He smirked and slowly pulled himself away from her...the scent of roses still hovering in the air. She magiked her staff into her hand and gripped it until her knuckles turned white. It had been a long time since she had relinquished a battle to a male. The snake carved into the cherrywood seemed to be smiling even more than before. Jaudiar smiled. This Axel was going to get a run for his money.....She brushed his saliva off her neck and shook her hair out, twigs and leaves falling from it. Axel watched her warily. She appeared to be calm and collected. But he had seen enough of her to know that she could change at any second. She smirked and held out her hand formally. He shook it, once more smelling that scent of roses...it seemed to follow her everywhere.[/i] Axel: I take it you will not try to kill me. Jaudiar: For now. [i]She winked at him and brushed something immaginary from her chest. Her eyes followed his....teasing, snapping and sparkling with life.... This was going to be very interesting.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOr=royalblue]Who says stories have to have happy endings? Did you read Romeo and Juliet? So...your name is Charles? *snicker* Oh well, could be worse.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Think I don't know that already? It's not like it didn't come from a "BATTLE ANGLE ATALIA" website...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The fallen sorceress gave up the struggling, even though his touch excited her, she was not even going to bother spreading her legs for him....as soon as he licked the side of her face, she knew he wouldn't kill her.[/i] Axel: ....offer you can't refuse. Jaudiar: I'm not going to fück you. [i]The man chuckled and brought his face far too close to hers, one eyebrow raised...she hissed.....he was starting to get on her nerves. Among other things...[/i] Axel: That was not quite what I had in mind...we'll save that for later. Jaudiar: In your dreams maybe. Get off me. [i]She spat, and he dodged it....she resisted the urge to summon Maurii...it wouldn't save her now.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOr=royalblue]Tarlain: Feeling good? Abob: Never better. Tarlain: .....I wish....she was here with me. Abob: Your sister? You say she was only 2, what good could she have done? Tarlain: She posessed the subliminal energy that I have yet to posess. When two of our race meet, we can merge and become as one.... Abob: She would give you power...and you would...? Tarlain: Give her a body to suit the power she will potentially hold. Abob: Laporin perk? Tarlain: Yes....it is. I have yet to see more than 4 outside of my home planet. [i]She sighed and twitched her tunic, the slit was ridding up her thighs again...[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]We need a girl here...... Name: Tarlain "Steelsheen" Gan Age: 500 Nationality: Half Dragon, Half Chinese Race: Dragouret. Half human.....half dragon. Bio: Born of a Imperial Dragon and a Chinese woman 500 years ago, Tarlain is a mix of all the potential power in both races. Although there is no official way to determine her race, her mother christened her as a Dragouret. This title, she accepts, with little protest... Unfortuntaly, her power was traded at birth, for the loss of speech. The combination of her dragon self and her human physiology would not allow her to use a voice. Therefore, she is only able to communicate through gestures, low growls, and a varying range of trills. When she is particularly angry or stressed, she can scream like a wildcat. Generally, she is saturnine, even if she does not speak. Her prowess in swordfighting is only outstripped by her appearence. Description: As a human, she is a tall, slender and pale skinned. When she reverts to her dragon half, her energy becomes loud and she sprouts wings, claws, feral teeth, and a otter-like tail. A series of horns sprouts from the sides of her forehead, spinal cord, and knuckles. In short, she becomes very animalistic. Affiliation: Declined to state. Weapons: Teeth, claws, tail, double bladed bloodsword.[/COLOR] [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?postid=311084[/img]

[COLOR=royalblue]*sips coffee* Yeah, that would be a start. Maybe somebody more well known should start them...no offense to you ColourDeaf...[/COLOR]