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[COLOR=royalblue]*sips coffee* I think Sephiroth has officially abandoned us. *sob* No more *** kicking....boohoohoo...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]...... Name: "Sil" Moon Chaser. Age: 16 Nationality: Half Taiwanese, half German, raised American. Mutant Power: Rogue, including the parts she tapped from Ms. Marvel. Bio: After stumbling in on her mother being stabbed to death, she took her in her arms and tried to comfort her. But at this time, her mutant powers chose to manifest themselves through her skin. Broken hearted, and carrying her mother's mind around in her head, she became bitter and angry. This finally drove Sil to find a focal point for herself, so she took to wandering alone... In the meantime, she perfected her skills with double bladed sword and focused on the thought of someday finding her mother's killer, and destroying him. When she was finished with all of the martial arts...she turned her rage outwards once more and began to kill. After the murder of 12 different people, she found herself with the blood of an innocent child on her hands. The mind of the girl was so pure, and so different, Sil realized her faults. After running again, she vowed, that no innocent would fall by her hands again, and she would do all within her power to protect them. Description: Tall and slender, but still very strong. Wears black leather...like Pennace, for those of you who know who she is...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Name: Tarlain Gan. Age: 26 Other: Half Dragonoid, half Human. Number: Since she's human, on the outside....the unsuspecting public didn't give her a number. Weapons: Double bladed bloodsword, teeth, claws, abnormal agility. False Memories/Bio: All of her memories are true, her father was one of the old Dragonoids, and her mother was a woman that held no malice towards any, dragon or human. After the two met, they produced a child together, but to their surprise, she was both human in appearence, and completely mute. Far from worried, the father continued and the mother took the child, Tarlain, into the human world, telling everyone that she was simply born without power of speech. Derived of this gift, Tarlain's other senses sharpened, already enhanced by the blood of her father's kynn. When she was finished with the traditional training, customary to the Clan of the Gan people in Guanzhou, she went on with her life, becoming a sword for hire. As to what her race is, her mother told her that she was a Dragouret. A special race, with the gifts and strength of both species. And she accepts this title... By means of communication, she can use various hand signs and low growls and trills. During peaks of stress or excitment, she can scream, something akin to a dragon or a tiger. When she gives herself over to the dragon side, her body becomes slightly different... Wings, used for mere gliding and shifting, sprout from her shoulderblades, and several horns appear in different places from her forhead...down her spines. In short: She becomes rather animalistic.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Valeigh: ....I'm not sure, but this has never failed me yet. [i]With a horrific scream, she leapt upwards, wings clapping together, then she slamed her sword down, point first, straight into the ground. The fallen angels around them drew back in surprise.....the energy emenating form Valeigh was more than they had felt before. She tilted her head back, as if she was in ecstacy, but in fact, she was scrying on the ethric, searching....[/i] Valeigh: Infinite Earth, Holder of All Things, Bend Unto MY WILL!!!! Siren: !! Where did she- Valeigh: RELEASE!! [i]A huge sevenpointed star flew out of the ground and rotated swiftly in the air, before spinning off into the sky...[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Jaudiar: ...With the birds in the shade...it's a lonley view.... Fox: Hmm? Jaudiar: You're lying to me. You are not going to tell me what it was, but you know the truth.... Fox: *sigh* If I gave my life for yours, what would you do? Jaudiar: I would live. And when I was prepared, fall on the knife. [i]She smiled and touched his face gently, running her hand across his chin. Her words were soothing, gently easing his fear. The song she was humming was sweet.....warm.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]I'm waiting for Siren. I'll go jump her on AIM.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Jaudiar: Very well. [i]She tilted his head to the side and kissed his cheek, then in a flash of dark light, she was gone....and Liam was left with a slightly dazed expression on his face....[/i] Liam: Kiss...on cheek.... Oo...where's the bed...? [i]From the shadows, Jaudiar struggled to keep from laughing at the poor boy. He struggled to understand his feelings breifly...then shrugged, and promptly fell over into the bed. "Sleep well, son of Earth."[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She opened her eyes, and blinked several times. Jaudiar and Fox were in a rather awkward position....she couldn't quite figure out how his leg had gotten between hers, and why his hands were resting on her backside..... No matter, he wasn't going to pull anything, as far she Jaudiar could see, Fox ws dead to the world. She smiled darkly, and leaned over, nibbling his ear...he yelped when she bit down, and came wide awake. He looked at her, she looked at him, then indicated downwards with her head. His eyes opened a bit more....and he grinned sheepishly.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Jaudiar: You're a nut. Liam: Yeah? Jaudiar: *sigh* So Juvenille.... [i]She winked at him and twirled a knife between her fingers....teasing, playing.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled and sauntered in, looking over at the smouldering wreck that had once been a robot.....she ran one finger across his heaving chest.[/i] Jaudiar: You really need to work on your agility. He almost opened your pants. Fox: !! [i]She's not pissed?[/i] Jaudiar: ....Of course not. [i]He opened his mouth, then shut it again...looking embarassed. She smiled brilliantly. If anything, she was pleased....that he could hold his own in a fight. But it would take more than that to survive what she knew was to come.....[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled slightly...he was not one to mince words. Jaudiar weighed the desicion in her mind. If she said yes....Fong would let her go with no holds barred. If she said no...Fong would be her father forever. The two choices weighed themselves in her mind...the scales tipped. Even. She decided to go with her gut feeling. And the choice leapt from her lips without a single look back.[/i] Jaudiar: *nods* Fox: ....you...you will? [i]The female asassin held out her hands and smiled. Fox quickly slipped the ring onto her forefinger...and in that instant, both of their auras snapped and sparkled around them. Consumed with fire, the two embraced....and then Jaudiar slowly looked into his eyes, and mouthed the words, "I will." He sighed, and gently kissed her shoulder. She looked away....the blood on his arms was burning like flame....and it was beautiful.[/i] Jaudiar: That was as sexy as hell. Fox: ....you're lying. Jaudiar: What reason do I have to lie? Fox: It's just not... Jaudiar: Hell with that. I like blood.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She smiled thoughtfully.....knowing exactly what she was doing. Alex sniffed the air. The scent of roses.....bright and smooth as day. He looked over at Lainey. She was holding a long black rose between her fingers, twirling it lightly.[/i] Alex: Where did- Lainey: A blood gift. Are you familiar with the existance of the Devil Gene? Alex: ....? Lainey: Our family has the power of these. Alex: Black roses? Lainey: It really depends on the person. For example, my younger sister, Lace, can create cream colored roses....and my mother knows how to draw a red rose from nothing. Alex: So where did that come from? [i]The dark haired girl stood, and plucked a single hair from her head. With a quick twisting motion, she was holding a black rose in her hands....identical to the one resting on the bed.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The female asassin quickly moved up to him and brought her lips to his wound. Before he could make another move, she pushed him backwards onto the bed, and tasted his blood, flowing down her throat....warm, bright. A hot thing. He sighed.....the beast inside of her was slowly taking over...[/i] Fox: You're crazy. Jaudiar: *throaty voice* I'm not the one who listens to country music. Fox: And what do you listen to? Jaudiar: *smirk* Marllyn Manson[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Jaudiar hissed, cursing herself for weakness. She clacked her nails together....men. Only satisfied when working their asses off. The head on the table seemed to gaze into space reproachfully....glaring, and angry. She drew her knife across her thigh....shinning it to a bright silver. The men paid no attention. A single earing implanted into her cartilage tinged slightly....and she flicked it to one side. "Did you do it?" "Of course I did!" "Good girl." "Use my name Fong." "Good little Hellcat." "Naygh." The men still paid no attention.....[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Jaudiar: How...wonderful. Who's your friend? Fox: Commander Aris, this is the Hellcat. [i]The named bounty hunter dropped the head at her feet and put her hands on her across her head easily. She smiled and bowed low. Aris nodded, then went to a computer terminal. Fox looked over at Jaudiar, who was inspecting the thick layer of blood on her nails... "Damn them. This won't be coming off easily." "You look good like that Jaudiar..." "Thank's Fox. I try..."[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Nepenthe: Elbereth guide us. Fox: Yes....good night Nepenthe. Nepenthe: Sleep well. All of you. [i]She bowed low, hood brushing the ground, then she picked up her staff and walked outside.....the night held no fears for her. The others went to their perspective beds and slept deeply. Nepenthe watched the stars moving.....gently, slowly. A lone wolf howled in the distance....she answered, her throat forming the language of the Galeigh wolves....the sound echoed gently....sending the mortals to sleep, "I, Nepenthe, am here." "Why do the others stay?" "We shall depart soon. Fear not." "Hai. Namarie." The male wolf's voice fadded, and everything was still once more.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Emotionally drained, and exhausted from the cranial inhibitor...she crossed herself and promptly fell into a fetal position. Within seconds, she was out....dreaming the dark dreams of her youth..... "No...don't!" "Mind your buisness.....let this teach you to never cross your employer." "Please!" It was useless, Rena and Rain were hauled before her, both of them mewling and sobbing. They didn't understand what was happening. Why didn't big sister do something? Then two ribbons of blood stained the floor. Blue and silver. Then all went dark, and her eyes shattered.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=purple][i]Jaudiar released her grip and slid from his hands like water.....her body slipped easily to the ground. She landed lazily, one leg crossing over the other. With a gentle smile, she nodded to Fox....[/i] Fox: Are you... Jaudiar: Go. Take your prize. Fox: But what about- Jaudiar: It's nothing. GO! [i]He turned, to take his bounty....the one that had tied him to the Hellcat forever....she smiled and drew her blade. Running the edge across a lock of her hair, she smiled and released the strands of brown....to the earth. They fell, waving lightly as they went.....moving easily, like she had through the air.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Tarlain: ....I would never kill a child. [i]The bounty hunter looked up, startled. For all of her sarcasm and cold demeanor, she showed surprising tenderness... She was completely serious, and a strange smile was on her face.[/i] Abob: If they were to kill you? Tarlain: I disable them. Slash both hamstrings, but not end it. Abob: Why? Tarlain: My twin sisters were slashed down before my eyes. Abob: ...... Tarlain: It's wasn't fair. They were only 2 years old, hardly past their first growth spell....and so innocent.... Their eyes weren't even open yet. [i]A tear smarted in her eyes, and she brushed it away absentmindedly. Now was not the time for tears. Her family was avenged.[/i] Abob: You really cared for them? Tarlain: Yes. I did. I still do. Whenever there is a child before me, however dangerous, I can not bring myself to kill them. Abob: Kain would call that a weakness. Tarlain: It is compassion.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]...........mm....... Name: Tarlain Skyfureé Age: 26. Gender: Female. Side: Declined to State. Weapons: Herself. Through a series of genetic implants, Valeigh posesses the power to turn parts of her skin into organic metal, then back. Hence: she forms her own weapons. Bio: Born in a lab, she is the product of an affair with a scientist and a whore....the mother departed as soon as her work was done, and the scientist had another specimen to "play" with. As soon as she could walk, [9 months] she was subject to a battery of tests...evaluating intelligence, motor skills, vision, and every other thing imaginable. When she was old enough to run, [10 months], she was started in a training program...teaching her ever type of martial arts, and every form of self defense. After 10 years, she was a whipcord, tall, lean, and pale. The people at the lab nicknamed her "Steelsheen" and she lived up to it. By the time she was past puberty, Tarlain was prepared to destroy everything she had known...including her father. However, she knew exactly what they were not expecting, so she slipped away silently, eluding what had held her captive for too long. Since then, she has been a roamer, dreamer, and an asassin. Appearance: see attatchment. 5'7", 120lb., wears black leather, silver jewelry, and red eyes. [by-product of the implants] Personality: Saturnine, teasing, and generally playful. In that Other way....[/COLOR]

[COLOr=purple][i]She spread her wings, filmy membranes sparkling.....it was time to go. With a blinding flash of light, she phased through the roof and surged upwards into the sky.....black and crimson flashing from her body..... Pheonix followed easily, executing a quick, twisting spiral at the same time. Jaudiar chuckled and weaved around him, then clapped her wings twice and disapeared completely.[/i] Jaudiar: RISE![/COLOR]

[COLOr=royalblue]It gets worse.....now introducing....the worst of Tom Lehrer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~[/COLOR] [COLOR=purple]We Will All Go Together When We Go When you attend a funeral, It is sad to think that sooner or Later those you love will do the same for you. And you may have thought it tragic, Not to mention other adjec- Tives, to think of all the weeping they will do. But don't you worry. No more ashes, no more sackcloth. And an armband made of black cloth Will some day never more adorn a sleeve. For if the bomb that drops on you Gets your friends and neighbors too, There'll be nobody left behind to grieve. We will all go together when we go, What a comforting fact that is to know, Universal bereavement, And inspiring achievement, Yes we will all go together when we go. And we will all bake together when we bake. There'll be nobody present at the wake. With complete participation In that grand incineration, Nearly three billion hunks of well-done steak. Oh we will all fry together when we fry. We'll be french fried potatoes by and by. There will be no more misery When the world is our rotisserie, Yes, we will all fry together when we fry. Oh we will all char together when we char. And let there be no moaning of the bar. Just sing out a Te Deum When you see that I.C.B.M., And the party will be "come as you are." Oh we will all burn together when we burn. There'll be no need to stand and wait your turn. When it's time for the fallout And Saint Peter calls us all out, We'll just drop our agendas and adjourn. And we will all go together when we go. Every Hottentot and every Eskimo. When the air becomes uranious, And we will all go simultaneous. Yes we all will go together When we all go together, Yes we all will go together when we go. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Rae turned to go. Jaudiar followed her to the door and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder....the younger girl turned around, and was immediatly bathed in the soft fragarence of plumaria. She sighed, then turned and closed the door behind her. The remaining woman turned to Liam's supine form and sat down on the bed next to him. She closed her eyes, and gently placed her hands on his mangled back, remembering the scars of her own. What a cruel irony.[/i] Liam: Mm.. Jaudiar: Try to relax....this will help. [i]She lowered her head to his wounds and kissed them gently...the tears that dropped to his body were sweet and pure....healing. Liam shuddered, then relaxed once more. The burning had stopped, a cool calm had replaced that...[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Pain. Embracing......turning the blood within her veins to fire. Flames licking at her skin, setteling at her shoulder blades...searing the flesh inside out.....She screamed aloud, and her world shattered. Quicker than lightning, her body melted to the ground and morphed completely into the tiger form for the first time. Crimson body, stripes of black, framed with wreathes of fire....curling around wings of a bat. Jaudiar moaned, then fell headlong the change. Her mouth wouldn't allow her to speak, but it was no longer necessary. Pain was replaced with pleasure. Blood cooled to a cold fire.[/i] Pheonix: Beautiful. Jaudiar: ...*soft purr* ..... Pheonix: Are you ready? [i]She tipped the ground with her wings lightly.....and bared her enlongated fangs.....The soft "snick" announced the reapperence of five inch iron claws...[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Tarlain read it silently.....mind working quickly....calculating. Abob watched her reaction quietly.....nothing out of the ordinary. She smiled broadly. Clearly, she wasn't in the least worried about it.[/i] Abob: Well? Tarlain: I changed my mind. I'm not going to get new clothes. [i]The look on Abob's face would've frozen the waters of Kamino. She chuckled and winked....she was teasing him again. In another moment, she had disapeared and reapeared, pulling a long silver tunic over her head....she grinned in the face of Abob's recent fury.[/i] Tarlain: Happy? Abob: ....cute. Tarlain: Should be, I picked it up after a short stint on Endor. [i]He raised one eyebrow...it clung tightly to the main parts of her anatomy....slit up to the thighs, and flowing like a river of metal.... He grimaced, it was perfect. Too perfect. The short "snick" of metal sliding through flesh, quickly brought him back into reality. She was holding a metal spike out of her wrist...evaluating it's length......[/i][/COLOR]