Raiha

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid]Name: Linett Jhaena Dynn Age: 200 Species and Clan: Vampire/Augustine Appearance: [center][img]http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs6/300W/i/2005/116/f/b/Vampire_girl_by_Darthofthemiffy.jpg[/img][/center] Personality: Once openly hostile towards nearly everyone, completely savage when confronted and at times, utterly mindless. Probably because she had been tortured as a method of punishment for her insane feeding habits. I.E., feasting directly from the heart and not the main artery of the neck as is customary. Since then, she has mellowed out somewhat, becoming less of a threat to everyone around her and more of an introverted creature who feeds on rare occasion. Biography: As noted, Linett was one of those rare vampires that was born completely feral, killing her mother during childbirth, and biting the fingers of the midwife unlucky enough to have delivered her. Her seemingly monstrous nature has since been tamed either through her own will or through the will of her father, a prominent clan leader. Even though she's one of the more noble of vampires, she's rejected her political power, believing herself to be completely unfit to lead anyone to anything except slaughter. Being born a vampire has left her striped of any sense of humanity, morality, or proper ethical conduct. The terms "depraved indifference" and "senseless violence" mean almost nothing to her. Of course, she's tried to learn the differences between right and wrong, and sometimes people will even tell her what to do, but as for going out of their way to educate her? Not a chance. Her idea of proper clothing involve mostly dark clothes, dresses, long skirts, and other items that cover her mutilated body. When she's in public, or even around her kind, she covers her face, leaving only her amber eyes visible and perhaps a strand or two of hair. She's a separatist, but not in the usual way. She believes in isolation, but can be tempted out of her shell for good reasons, at least, somewhat good reasons. Her logic is usually incapable of being followed due to her only just contained madness, and sometimes she's quite easy to manipulate, even if she retains the power of the Blood in her veins. Extras: Her entire body is lanced with scars, burn marks and lashes mostly, forming a slender criss-cross pattern she has grown to adapt to her normal features. After she became more moderated in personality, she had her scars augmented with tattoo ink to form less horrific body art. Another fascinating side effect of her torture is her almost impossible resistance to pain. She's had bones broken and not wavered or shown the slightest sense of discomfort.[/COLOR][/font]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Ananda considered her options. Watching him set up camp was nice. He had long slender fingers, and such lovely hair, even if it was the same pale silver of every dark elf that didn't bother to dye it. And then there was- Ananda shook her head to clear if of such frivolous things and then decided that staff marked in the ground or not, she wasn't going to let him get away with calling her talent 'menial' while she still had legs. She had already been lying rather close behind him for five minutes before he turned. Ananda had already planted her staff next to his and it had turned into a flowering tree as cover, littering pale blue petals over his prone form. He shied back, brushing the foliage off him, to lock eyes with her once more. Again, huge lilies burst in his vision, but they were only an illusion this time around.[/i] "You're a little forward, aren't you?" [i]The dark elf raised an eyebrow skeptically, not looking forward to having to dodge another flower from hell.[/i] "I'm making up for earlier." [i]The lights in her eyes reflected starlight, trailing across her near perfect hair, and settling along the curve of her scarf, resting between her neck and shoulder. Her lips, berry colored, parted rather slowly into a smile....one that showed milk white teeth, slightly fanged. As the male inhaled, a thousand scents registered in his olfactory receptors... ...all of them delightful to him. Ananda placed a hand close to the ground near his hip.[/i] "What's your name?" [i]He jerked away faster than before, his hands reaching automatically for his weapon. The priestess smirked and rolled until her back was against the tree that was her lance.[/i][/COLOR][/font]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][font=times][i]Ananda smelled him first, and then she saw him. A dark elf in the cedar woods, coming very close to her. Too late. At first, all the dark elf saw were a pair of eyes peering through leaves. Then he saw a burst of lilies and wondered why a summoner would waste her time learning how to make flowers burst from her hair. She turned away instantly, dispelling the flowers that had been her first impulse, and leapt through the trees again, zig zagging nearly pointlessly but always heading towards Torkarn. A huge laburnum tree obscured her view of him but that didn't matter much. Inside her heart, she could feel a faster beating of her heart. In her mind she could see the countless bodies he'd made corpses laid before her. All of the women, disfigured horribly, and only in the way death could... They were not so different from what happened to the occasional man too stupid to realize he was about to violate the sanctuary of the Goddess. Ananda never stood for it, and neither did She. She of the Sword Struck Heart always demanded that men who violated her sacred precepts be put to death in the most horrible ways possible. Ananda quietly went over this as she continued making jumps, staying behind him enough to nearly lose sight of him, but not the smell. Eventually they both cleared the forest and she could see him very clearly for the first time. At least the back of him. Then the front.[/i] "You're following me. Stop doing it." [i]Ananda was completely taken aback. Her first impulse was to summon her lance then and there and spit him to a tree. The second was to summon her aeons and command them to rip him apart and then let her decorate a tree with him. The third, and the one she decided to go with, was to fling herself into the air, summon her lance, and land with her scarves fluttering out behind, far enough away to give him a chance to either summon or draw his own weapon. It wasn't the first time she'd run into a summoner, but it wasn't that that made her so hostile. It was the smells of death and power that ran rampant over his body, smirked in his sneer, and glittered coldly in his eyes. She gripped the edges of her lance and envisioned herself surrounded by the maximum number she could create. Fortunately for her, this gave Ananda a cold, cool smile, that was a near mirror image of his. It must've been apparent to him as well, not that he was a true empath, and he drew in response. A lance of his own, but she doubted he could multiply it. Not that he'd really need to.[/i] "You smell like thirst." [i]Her voice was lower than he'd expected. Most beautiful girls have high attractive voices...but hers was darker, quieter, but fitting enough. The gravity of her eyes was explanation enough.[/i] "You desire power. You desire my suffering and sacrifice. She will not let it happen." [i]She kept her face calm by envisioning forest surrounding them. He thought of the ways he could mutilate her face until her smile was turned inside out. Ananda raised her lance and judged his strength. The tingling of the hairs on her neck were the whispers of her aeons, visible to no one but herself, not fully realized, but waiting in the background for her beckoning whisper. She charged.[/i][/font][/COLOR]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid]Name: Ananda Sevenstar Age: 192 Appearance: Observe if you will the alabaster glow of her skin, which appears to be a product of scores of years spent in worship of her Goddess. Race: Wood Elf Alignment: Chaotic Good Profession: Priestess/Summoner -Unknown: Naginata Sword; long reach, capable of being multiplied to strike from multiple sides if Ananda concentrates particularly well. -Aeon: A group of three white tigers, those that hunt together, maim together, dine together. Deity: Etarlia; the natural choice for a woman so beautiful. Background: Born as one might imagine, into a Wood Elf home, raised and trained as a shrine priestess of Etarlia, serving in the forest temple. Ananda not only serves the High Priestess as one of the many present, but also is useful as the enforcer when any males that pass through become aggressive or act in a particularly foolish way. The temple, as you might imagine, is a haven of beautiful women, circled by huge cedar trees, guarded most zealously by Ananda and the blade that came to her as a child. Speaking of which, her early childhood was blighted by very little except the suffering of others. Old women, human and elven alike, bent over with the years spent in hard labor, came to pray, to be blessed by the Goddess, or prepare for their end. The yeomen that surround the temple, supporting it with their labor, dug the graves, but it was the priestesses and acolytes that were responsible for preparing the women for burial. This impressed heavily upon Ananda, the horrible mortality of life, regardless of race, and was instrumental in giving her the desire to be a perfect priestess. As a young girl of six, Ananda went through the various forms of training and service, sweeping the marble courtyards with willow brooms, scrubbing the inner sanctums with lemon oil, and preparing grounds for flowers to be grown. When she turned seven, gradually, it became apparent that she would grow into a true summoner. She passed the various tests of loyalty and desires to serve without a single flaw, showing compassion and grace on all counts. At puberty, she shed the robes of a child, and began to wear her own clothing, submitting to the forms laid out by the Order, but still expressing her own style. Her gift for growing flowers has since exploded into the ability to grow them out of air and water, flowing from her hair and clothing, and even springing to life to defend her or obscure her from view as she chooses. Now at the age of 192, which translates roughly into 20, she still serves, and prays, and tends the gardens and trellises she's helped to grow. Daily, she attends to the numerous women that flock to the shrines, praying for themselves, or pouring libations over graves, and gives aid to all that ask. Etarlia's worshipers take different vows, some the vow of Chastity, some the vow of Romance, and some, like Ananda, the vow of Honor above all else. All three serve Etarlia, worshipping her in various forms, Maiden, Mother, and Crone, but specializing in one. Ananda has chosen the Maiden form, and as a blessing, stays youthful so long as she continues in her service to Etarlia. The trials to become a fully fledged priestess include the prayers to the Goddess and the parting of waters. In the deepest heart of the temple of Etarlia lies a dark lake, completely cut off from sunlight, but strewn with lilies and warmed by fire. After the obligatory prayer to Etarlia, she will show a vision in the water, giving the priestess a power of her own and giving her a path to follow. Incidentally, Ananda's path of life is that of Unobtainable Love, that which makes men sigh and grow faint with desire, but remain forever cut off from. [i]A wild summon, gone out of control, the first Ananda had tried without direct supervision, spawning three gigantic tigers. The first sprang from her forehead, with huge eyes of blue and gold. The second burst from her heart, with claws of steel. The third, and last came from her hands, lithe and agile as any house cat. In her mind she saw them each with names that could never be spoken, and they saw her with their own names for her. Each came to her, and instead of destroying the summoner that had brought them to life so unexpectedly, they rubbed against her, whispered to her and told her of their skills. All three served her in various ways, growing as she did, and changing with her moods. The first of the tigers to emerge led the others when necessary, taking a tactical stance. The second was the muscle, showing brute strength and the savagery that must have been an expression of the chaos in Ananda's soul. The third was the binding agent, bringing both the wisdom of her mind and the power in her heart together, and creating a horrifically dangerous aeon. Chele, Myros, and Kiele.[/i][/COLOR][/font]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Zimranae, one of the more twisted daughters of the Numenoreans, rested calmly in her favorite beech tree, one leg dangling lazily over the side of an especially large tree. And there she lay in wait. She waited for the first fool that would stray too close to her sanctuary.[/i] [center][b]World Setting: Lord of the Rings: The Third Age: Somewhere Near The White City[/b] ~~~~~~~~~ This spar being such as that between a mother and her son-in-law.[/center] Name: Zimranae Profession: Necromancer Weaponry: Scores of reanimated corpses, using a mixture of alchemy and profoundly dark magic, steel blade, but only as a last resort. Alliances: Apathetic enough to not care she's related to the Black Numenoreans Species: Human, Female Biography: Not much to tell that you couldn't already guess. Raised by dark men ensured that she would naturally follow in their footsteps. When she was a child, she saw, nearly daily, the corpses of children, and wished that they could come back to life and play with her. After expressing this desire, one of her elders decided that with such a wish, she would make an excellent necromancer. And so it came to pass, that she became one of the most highly skilled necromancers of the age, her skills accentuated by a slightly manic desire to have company. Eventually, she decided that rounding out her abilities with a bit of alchemy was just the sort of thing she needed. And thus, seeking solitude from the rest of her berserking kin, she settled down in a quiet grove of trees and caves. Zimranae has since taken to reanimating corpses that she comes across, or corpses that her doting brothers bring to her just for the sake of practicing. As a result, she only keeps a few of her favorite undead around, lining trees with them, hiding them in foilage, and generally turning a once quite lovely copse into a hellish nightmare for the unwary passerby. Of course, she won't attack directly, not unless provoked. And sloshing through what she considers to be her lake and waterfall, and carelessly felling one of her beloved, undead infested trees, is enough to earn you an un-lifetime of horror, misery, and pain. In short, she is a rather bored yet vengeful person. Bring it on.[/COLOR][/font]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][font=times][i]Nathaniel Greyson came back to his studio apartment, unlocking the door, and sliding through, dropping his breifcase to the floor as he did. While he stood there, rubbing his eyes while leaning against the closed door, he sighed a little. It wasn't easy trying to move in on the Corbin ...cartel...for lack of a better word. But what was that horribly enticing smell?[/i] [b]"Hello Mr. Greyson. I've been waiting for you."[/b] [i]Greyson's ears twitched and he looked up hurridly, flicking on the light. Sabine, of Las Vegas fame, was sprawled semi naked across his bed, wearing very little except black strappy heels, fishnets, garter belt, and black lace panties. She was propped up on one elbow, eyeing him the way a cat does a mouse.' It spoke volumes of Greyson's intelligence, that he did not run screaming out the door the minute he comprehended the gravity of the situation. But by the time it had finally processed in his slightly drug hazed mind, he didn't care enought to protest. Who would protest when soft, feminine hands were caressing every bit of him?[/i] [b]"So, what are you doing in here?"[/b] [i]His words sounded slightly slurred, but that might've been because Sabine had already undressed him and was rubbing his back with what was probably some kind of floral massage oil.[/i] [b]"I'm a present of course. Someone you know sent me here just for you." "Just for me, eh?" "Just for you."[/b] [i]She smiled what would've been a black widow spider smile to someone not taken in by her charms. To Greyson, it was a smile that begged, "Please take advantage of me. I'm helpless. I need you." Greyson was only too obliging, but by the time he'd got up to make his move, Sabine had whipped his hands off of her hips and hurled him off the bed and onto the floor. Thinking she was only playing, he stood up and came towards her again, only to discover that she was no longer lounging around lazily, but instead holding what could've only been a throwing knife.[/i] [b]"I confess that the person who sent me to you wasn't a friendly sort of person."[/b] [i]Sabine was now smiling again, but it didn't quite reach her eyes like a real smile would've. Greyson's mouth moved, but no sound came out except for what could've been a weak stutter.[/i] [b]"Mr. Corbin doesn't like bad boys who try to move in on his territory. And you've been a very, [i]very[/i] bad boy."[/b] [i]At this point, Mr. Greyson had shuffled in his pants for his handgun and pointed it at Sabine directly, backing away slowly. She smirked at him and threw the first knife. He fired off two random, wild shots half a second later, both going wild, but not stopping Sabine from throwing herself off the bed and towards her jacket, which held her other knife. The first had already lodged itself in Mr. Greyson's chest, and she picked up the second. Stalking towards his prone form, she leaned down and removed the first knife, holding it in her left hand. A respectable amount of blood spurted from his chest, but not enough to kill him right away.[/i] [b]"So, Nathaniel, have we learned anything today?"[/b] [i]He nodded as vigorously as he could, but Sabine wasn't about to let him off the hook anymore than she was about to refuse her payment, just because it was in pounds sterling and not U.S. currency. She grinned at him and stabbed downward into a place rather symmetrical to the first cut in his chest. Then she decided to end it quickly for the poor fool and swiftly cut his throat in a wide arc, severing his cartoid aterey and leaning back to avoid the hefty fountain of blood.[/i] [b]"This concludes this evening's lesson."[/b] [i]She added several new lacerations after his throat had finished gushing everywhere, careful not to step in any large pools of blood. After mutilating his face beyond recognition, she turned and headed towards his bathroom to wash up. The hot water washed away the smell of Greyson's blood, his dirty bedsheets, and the stink of his sweat. Using what must have been the only clean towel in the entire building, she dried herself, and dressed in the clean clothes she had cleverly brought along. Wrapping herself up in a warm trench coat, she put her remaining clothes in her purse and slipped in her stilettos. She turned and surveyed Mr. Grayson's mutilated corpse. He lay sprawled out face up, stark naked, in the middle of his apartment...and Sabine wouldn't have had it any other way. She exited the apartment the way she came, locking the door behind her and walking down the concrete steps to her car. Once inside the warm and relatively dry interior, she turned to one of Corbin's handlers and held out her right hand. He dropped in a hefty envelope, bulging with cash, and she smiled prettily at him. He smiled back and left the car through the passenger's side, leaving her to her own devices.[/i][/font][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][font=times][center]Two Years Ago[/center] [i]Sabine swung her leg around the pole, flipping her hair behind her and arching her back so her hips slid up the cool metal, showing off rather blatantly for her clients. Nicholas and, Elliot was it? ...watched, one sipping his drink, one with a slow smile. Both were drinking, one more heavily than the other, but both obviously celebrating. Sabine flicked her hair over one eye and smiled at both, rubbing her breasts against the pole. Arching one eyebrow, she turned her attention to the older man, the one who didn't have a drink in his hands.[/i] [b]"So...what brings you and your partner out tonight?"[/b] [i]She placed her back to the pole and slowly slid down until she was resting with her legs wide open. Her voice was slow and soft, but still she was capable of being heard over the music.[/i] [b]"We filled a big order at work, decided to celebrate a bit." "Lovely. And by the way..."[/b] [i]She reached a perfectly tanned arm forward to pluck the cigarette out from between Nicholas's fingers.[/i] [b]"...Smoking is very bad for you."[/b] [i]Nicholas chuckled as Sabine took a long, slow drag, before exhaling just as slowly in his face. She placed it back into his hand and turned to face Elliot. He took a sip from his SoCo, watching her slowly grind against the pole, his ears barely registering the strains of "Push It" in light of the current view.[/i] [b]"How's the celebration going for you?"[/b] [i]Elliot considered several responses, which was considerably more difficult than it was around the usual hooker. Somehow the advent of having a famous stripper's behind moving dangerously close to his face limitted him to a few responses. Of course, as soon as she slipped her thong to one side, giving him a flash of pink, his mouth was miraculously restored to full working order.[/i] [b]"It's coming along nicely."[/b] [i]Elliot slapped Sabine's ass playfully, propelling her back towards the pole. She giggled, taking the hint and returning to what she was being paid for. Straddling it, she did a slow slide down, turning to blow a sultry kiss towards Nicholas before removing her bra.[/i] [center]~~~~~~~~~~~ Present Day[/center] [i]Sabine turned to face Methais Corbin, her expression perfectly delightful, her thick blonde hair standing out in stark contrast to the dark walls. They had the room completely to themselves, with his bodyguards standing outside, experiencing a certain lack of funds that would've otherwise meant that they could've been watching Sabine give their boss VIP treatment. Corbin ran his hands up and down Sabine's wide hips, careful to not go further than what he'd paid for. She smiled and let him get away with it, rubbing her chest over his face, letting his lips brush against a very pink nipple. Her black lace up bra was lying abandoned on the floor, while her panties had already been yanked dangerously to one side, exposing flesh soaked with sweat. Not only was the room several degrees above 75 Farenheit, but both dancer and client were not exactly at 98.6. As a matter of fact, Sabine wasn't the only person in the room sweating, even if she was the one doing all the work. She let Corbin put his lips to her ear while simultaneously slipping half a G into her hand.[/i] [b]"A downpayment, for this job."[/b] [i]He followed with a small folded piece of paper. Sabine turned and sat down in his lap, letting him observe her back while she read to herself. Considering, she turned to look over her shoulder at him, mind calculating slowly. ....."5,000 to kill an up and coming drug runner trying to edge his way into Corbin's business.... Hell why not?[/i] [b]"I'll do it."[/b] [i]Corbin smiled her, while she hid her disgust. Personally, she had never met a more oily individual, much less one that had been convicted for more than one rape in his lifetime. However much of a tail-hound he might be, however much alcohol he might've ingested, it wasn't worth his life to try and push the limit with Sabine. Not only would her death spark quite an investigation and a bit of an outcry, she could also make him eat his hands. Preferring to keep them attatched so as to better feel up his employee, Corbine returned his thoughts to her breasts, which were now so close to his face you could've inserted one, but not two sheets of paper between the bare flesh. She stroked one hand down the side of his face, rubbing her fingertips against his well groomed hair, and trailing her fingers to the edge of his extremely well cut and extraordinarily expensive suit. Sabine put her hand on his cheek and raised his head so he could look into her eyes.[/i] [b]"But you'll owe me."[/b][/font][/COLOR]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid]Name: Lace Montgomery Nickname: Sabine Age: 20 Appearance: As you can see, she has the complete stripper's build, perfect curves, and a penchant for extremely revealing clothing. This however is less of a liability and more of an enhancement to her job[s]. Weapon: Walther PPK; Stilletos Years as a Sinister Nation member: N/A Specialty: N/A Personality: Sabine is generally affable and obliging, especially when at the club, where it's standard policy and useful for adding to her salary. When she's alone, she's usually calm, not given to fits of violence or irritation, preferring to read a book or watch the news. When she's doing a job for her employers however, she's cold and calculating while planning, but friendly and perhaps even romantically involved with her target right up until the end. Background: A graduate from a State University, Sabine danced through her college years to handle her tuition, and once she graduated, found work that fit in nicely with her earlier job. Her employers call her only on certain nights, which are coneniently not nights in which the club asks her to come in. She's been trained with a variety of firearms, and is especially profficient with her usual Walther PPK and SKS rifle. Of course, given the nature of her work, the Walther is far easier to conceal, and she preferrs to get close to her "clients." The better to blow their brains out across the floor. As a stripper, she has quite a history, and quite a following. Her routines on the pole are quite the talking point, and are responsible for getting her close to her mentor. One evening, she was doing a particularly intimate lapdance for a rather wealthy client, when she realized that not only was he armed, but he had come to perform a hit in the relative privacy of a back room. Not only did he murder one of the men in the same room, but threatened to kill Sabine and her coworker. Turning her usual talents to coercion and persuasion, Sabine convinced the man to let her and her friend go, and swore the pair of them to silence. Strangely enough, the man came back on some nights, watching Sabine dance on stage, then paying for a private dance afterwards. Eventually, as she got to know him better, she realized that while he might've been a cold blooded killer, he was a very good assassin. She was taught just about everything a professional assassin needs to know, including how to get close to a target before whipping out a weapon and finishing the job. The man she learned from is also responsible for her meeting her current employers, who are always happy to have someone new to hire for a particularly unpleasant job. Sabine has naturally become very good at what she does, becoming jaded enough to eventually kill her own mentor. But that's the way it goes, when you're on top. [/COLOR][/FONT]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid]The problem with modelling is the endless arguments over shots and agents and all that nonsense. Although I do model for my boyfriend's camera, it doesn't exactly mean the pictures are fit to share with the general public. My goodness, my daughter is so cute. Definitely didn't get the hair from me though. And I think I have a worthy son-in-law.[/COLOR][/font]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][font=times]In the interest of decency and legality, I have decided to post a picture that has been checked for the aforementioned things and deemed "okay" by Jokopoko. Aditionally, the starter of this thread has also deemed it "okay." So, if it isn't, I'll remove it and let them take the heat. HAH![/font][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]Oh the blistering irony... Funny thing about being jailbait...I'm not. Perfectly legal I am, nearly 21 and everything.[/COLOR]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid]Well since you ask so nicely, here you are. And I have hundreds more...thank you boyfriend that does freelance photography... Anyway, I've since started growing out my hair and tinted it a lighter shade of brown, almost red.[/COLOR][/font]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]Unfortunately for you all, I have numerous pictures showing off my face...and other parts of me. But I'm afraid none of them are suitable for posting here, as the time from my posting to my banning would be roughly...seven seconds. Of course with a little persuasion, I could be made to edit some for your viewing pleasures. [URL=http://myspace-405.vo.llnwd.net/00554/50/43/554993405_l.jpg]So this might work, it might not. *cough*[/URL] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][font=times][i]Gennie let Mr. Gaines lead her through the flagstone paved pathways. She pointed out a small grove of huge yellow trees, dripping with long flude-shaped blossoms.[/i] "See that tree?" "Yellow leaves, yellow blossoms, yellow bark?" "It's laburnum, a poisonous tree. The whole thing, root, wood, leaves, flowers." "Mrs. Longfellow keeps toxic trees?" "Well they are very pretty. But look over here." [i]She turned him around to look at a low, beautifully manicured hedge, surrounding a delicately made gazebo. Huge vines of wisteris spiraled up the sides of the gazebo, the huge purple blossoms bending over and fluttering across the ground. The spiky leaves of the hedge surrounded small fist sized flowers in pink and yellow. Gennie smiled at him, but as he reached out to pluck one, she swatted his hand away.[/i] "Oleander." [i]She gave him a warning glare and frowned slightly.[/i] "Let me guess, it's deadly too." "Children sometimes die from eating these flowers. Somewhat depressing. Good thing our hostess never decided to reproduce." "I'm starting to be glad I never reproduced." "Well...yes. Over here she's growing a pleasant clump of foxglove. That's deadly too. It gives you heart attack like symptoms. Unfortunately it tastes very sweet, and pets and children like it too." "Voodoo dolls...poisonous trees... ...toxic plants..." [i]Mr. Gaines appeared to be lost in thought. Then he turned to Gennie curiously.[/i] "Do you think she's trying to scare us?" "Well not everyone knows that these plants are deadly, so maybe someone is hoping for an unfortunate accident or something. A man picks some flowers for his date, the unsuspecting lady sniffs deeply, starts to feel sick..." "That's possible." [i]Gennie stopped next to a perfectly harmless row of miniature roses. Mr. Gaines sat on one of the many long, low benches and led her to sit next to him.[/i] "Maybe it isn't all her idea."[/COLOR][/font]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]The girl called Adelei sat in front of the fire, wrapped in a blanket. The people that had found her were kind and gentle, and didn't seem to notice the blank expression on her face. Silvery blue eyes, staring straight into the darkest part of the burning wood, completely unaware of her surroundings. People sat next to her, speaking pleasantly to one another, when night fell. The moon rose in the sky once more, stars twinkling into visibility one after another, and the sound of crickets becoming louder. Adelei looked up to see which constellations she could identify. As she did, her eyes slid across the moon's reflection and she remembered why she was running away. Lucian, her dark father, the only man she had known all her life. He would undoubtedly chase her. The man who had made her life suffering, reviling her, never loving, only finding fault. It wasn't right, but nothing to Adelei ever was. She had never known her mother, and from what slaves had quietly whispered to her, that was why her father was so full of rage.[/i] "Is it really all my fault?" [i]The blonde woman sitting next to her turned in surprise, tilting her head to one side. She and her companions hadn't gotten a single word out of her, and now she was speaking in a soft, gentle voice.[/i] "What did you say?" "Is it really all my fault? My father hates me, is it all my fault?" "...people hate for many reasons. Sometimes they don't hate the right person. Sometimes they blame everyone around them." [i]At this revelation, Adelei's ears perked up, she turned and looked to the woman speaking to him. She had never thought of this.[/i] "My mother died giving birth to me, and I killed her." "It's been known to happen, but you couldn't have stopped it. You were a baby." [i]Adelei sighed to herself and looked up. While she stared into the moon, seeing her father where she should've seen her reflection, she felt a familiar twinge in her spine. Instead of bursting out of a mansion this time, she turned on the people that had been resting quietly moments ago, claws spurting from her hands, her thick red hair bursting down her back into a full mane. Leaping forwards on the first male unlucky enough to be near, she bit out his throat with freshly grown fangs, rending apart his body with long raking swipes. Then she turned slaughtering everyone else nearby, except for the girl that had spoken to her. The girl in question was screaming in fear, backing away but not fast enough. Adelei, wearing her monsterous shape, slowly stalked up to her, bringing a very feline face close to hers. Her eyes glowed jetstone black and locked with the girls.[/i] "I will be followed by a vampire, his name is Lucian...my father. ...You will tell him everything." "...e-e-everything...I will tell your father everything." [i]Satisfied, Adelei turned and ran, moving faster than the eye could follow, heading out of the forest.[/i][/COLOR][/font]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][font=times][center]A Duo RPG Between Myself and My Otakuboards Husband ~~~~~~~~~~[/center] [i]A full moon rose lazily over the mountains, a picturesque mansion on the side of one in particular... ...It was perfect, until the sound of a woman's scream shattered what should've been a quiet night. If one had observed closely, one would've seen a monsterous black shape burst out of one of the mansion's many walls and race off into the heavily wooded valley. The mansion, upon closer inspection, healed itself, and the monster had vanished into the trees. An unsuspecting couple, walking in the beautiful Spanish night, paused for a moment in mid stride, and the male grabbed his wife, holding her close. The last thing they saw was a dark shape, with bloody fangs and huge claws, filling the whole of their vision. Black eyes, dark red mane, and dense black fur, covering a decidedly feline body. The monster fed, ripping apart the chest to get at the still warm hearts, disembowling the rest to look for more internal organs. Satiated, the monster fled the scene, still dripping blood from every fang and claw. Running through the river that it had dumped the bodies in, the moon began to set. As it did, the monster began to change. Its claws retracted. Its eyes became human. Its fur disappeared, the tail vanished, and the fangs became normal human teeth. The mane of red hair became simply a thick head of hair on a woman's head. She stopped running as the changing ended and sprawled headfirst into the water. The woman screamed again, but this time it wasn't a scream of blood crazed insanity. It was a cry for help.[/i] "Where am I...?" [i]The girl that was a monster looked around, her eyes unfocused. She looked completely confused, as if she had not run miles, killed two innocent humans, and then reverted from a monster back into a human. Upon close inspection, the female had long scratches on her throat, where the women she'd killed had desperately scrabbled at her before having her throat bitten out. She had blood caked under her fingernails and she was still tasting blood on her tongue. Fortunately the fast running river had cleaned most of the blood from her naked body. Otherwise, she would've started attracting other predators. Desperate, she stumbled into the clearing, inhabited by several campers. They thought she'd been attacked and took her to the fire to warm up. They thought she was normal. They...worried about what had happened to her.[/i][/font][/COLOR]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid]Name: Liang Lou-Hou Age: 16 Gender: Female Ethnicity and Place of Birth: Taiwanese; Kaohsiung City Ability: The power to completely manipulate the laws of gravity. When she has direct contact with the earth, she can affect massive amounts of space, flipping building upside down, turning people backwards, and any number of disorienting things. When she's decided to fly, her powers are only slightly less magnificent. Appearance: Black hair, red highlights, black eyes, and since the gaining of her ability, her eyes have become completely black, with no whites or visible pupils. She often wears normal civillian clothing, but lately she's been wearing traditional asian dress, and running around barefoot at that. Since she doesn't often need to touch the ground, I suppose shoes would be a waste of fabric. Biography: Liang walks the streets alone when she can. In a city of over a million souls, it's not difficult to do. She liked to go to the port and watch the ships come in. It was, she recalls, one of the biggest in the world. And the people were exciting, when she took the time to actively observe them. Soon Liang discovered that she didn't like the harbor, and she didn't like the people. It wasn't that she was being abused or raped, or that her parents didn't like her going down to see them. They had been dead and she had been at school. She realized that people were cruel. People were mean and broke things, and people became more than just a blanket statement for her late one evening. She had snuck out of the house, and been attacked. He told her his name was of no true importance, and he offered her power to make up for what he'd done to hear. He'd helped her realize that without him, there was no power. ...Or it could be that she'd just gone completely insane. [i]A quiet Asian girl with her head tilted to one side, a vacant expression on her face, and a man caressing her pale cheeks.[/i] "I give you power....what will you give me?" [i]Her eyes flickered, or they might have, if you could have seen her pupils. But there were none to be seen. Just cavernous darkness.[/i] "Servitude." Other: Her name, properly translated, comes out to mean Pretty Tiger.[/COLOR][/font]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid]"Frightening." [i]Gennie raised one eyebrow towards Mr. Gaines and smiled slightly. Not only was he terribly exciting to watch, even from a distance, but he appeared to attract more attention than she was accustomed to seeing one man attract. She glided across the floor, watching several more reporters armed with flashing cameras line up for the kill. She snatched up two full flutes of champagne and gracefully placed one in his open hand while turning to bring herself back into his view.[/i] "Is it always like this at social functions for you?" "Sometimes there are more fans." [i]He expertly swooped around Gennie just in time to avoid another flash from a reporter.[/i] "And sometimes there are obsessed fans." [i]Gennie noticed that his expression became mildly strained. She chuckled at the thought of thousands of Savage-crazed fans rushing around them, waving papers, screaming for autographs....then shook her head to bring herself back to reality. Mr. Gaines was watching her as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.[/i] "Oh well. Just think of all the beautiful pictures the reporters will have of your profile Gennie. And your legs, and your face, and that nice outline of someone who just can't be identified..." [i]Her expression was thoughtful as she remarked dryly,[/i] "Oh yes, I can think of the headlines now. [b]Stunning Female seen accompanying Man of Mystery.[/b]." "Your boss won't mind all the press you're getting. Will he?" "Oh dear, I hope not. I think he'd mind more me talking to someone that's under a private investigation." "Who did you talk to that was?" "Well besides you, that Elizabeth Archer character..." [i]Gennie smiled thoughtfully to herself.[/i] "She's a communist?" [i]Mr. Gaines's eyebrows rose several degrees and he turned to her as if suspending disbelief.[/i] "Hardly. Well at least I don't think so. My boss seems to think that everyone who doesn't pursue blue collar jobs, you know..."honest hard man working" type occupations..." [i]She let her voice drift off suggestively.[/i] "So basically everyone here, to his eyes, is a potential communist." "Oh yes. And some we know are communists." [i]The two laughed mirthfully, holding glasses, looking at the crowd. Gennie secretly wondered how long it would be before Mr. Gaines employed her figure as a human shield once more. Certainly there had been an inordinate amount of it going on, but she could hardly find fault with him. It was an occupational hazard, just like she knew that her gathering intelligence on everyone present that she didn't already have complete files on was. Mrs. Longfellow had been lucky to avoid trouble so far. Her annulment was a great help. Ten seconds later it suddenly occurred to Gennie that Mr. Gaines had been speaking to her and she had no idea what he'd said.[/i] "I'm sorry, did you say something?" "I said, who is that girl in white? She looks completely bored." "Bored or just boring?" [i]Gennie turned and saw who she immediately recognized as Miss Audry Claireborne of England. A writer. She paused thoughtfully.[/i][/COLOR][/font]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Genivive Montgomery pulled around the drive towards the valet who was flagging her down. As she stepped out of her car, she noticed the valet's eyes not quite make it to her face. Instead they were focused on her extremely delightful legs, and perhaps the sleek black pumps that matched with the leggings. When she stood up, she noticed his eyes doing the elevator trick she had always dealt with. From his point of view, she supposed, a gorgeous female with sleeked back auburn hair, almond shaped hazel eyes, and fair skin was a sight to behold. An equally lovely sight she supposed was the way her lavender linen suit clung to every part of her body. Either way she signed the paper he handed to her and favored him with a dazzling smile, then stepped away, her heels clicking on the pavement, giving him full view of her backside. Of course, since he wasn't a mind reader, he wouldn't have known she was supressing the urge to roll her eyes to the back of her head. Once at the party, she bobbed her head slightly to Mrs. Longfellow, who she had recently read files on and was well informed about. She held onto her clutch bag with what could've been a death grip, but under pale purple gloves, it would've been hard to see her white knuckles. Genivive made a beeline towards the bar after exchanging somewhat pleasant words with Mrs. Longfellow. After all, the poor lady had done lunch with Genivive's boss on several occasions... ...at the bar she noticed right away the presence of a certain Mr. Gaines, who was surrounded by women. Busty women. His eyes watched as she came up to the bar nearby and ordered a martini, completely ignoring him as she did. She turned to face the seething crowd, sipping delicately, when he somehow made his way past all those adoring eyes and latched onto her.[/i] "May I ask your name?" [i]Genivive turned her eyes on him and took in the features of his face. She held up a hand, which he took with a relieved sort of expression, kissing it gently.[/i] "I daresay you'll find that you may." "Then, what is your name?" [i]She raised her lips to his ear, pressing herself quite close against him, one hand at his shoulder.[/i] "You may call me Gennie." "Well then Gennie, would you care to dance with me?" [i]Noticing he still hadn't dropped her hand, she smiled and let him lead her to the dance floor.[/i] "I'd be delighted. But I'm afraid you're disappointing your real fans." [i]They began to make their way across the dance floor, moving to the music, but not quite as much as the other people. Gennie put her lips to his ear at a point in the music where it would've been acceptable and whispered quietly,[/i] "If you're not using me to get rid of all those women around you, then I'm a communist Mr. Gaines. I know who you are, and what you do when you're not in the public eye." [i]His smile was bland, not quite making it to his eyes like a real smile would. He leaned his head down slightly to whisper back to her while his eyes roved the floor, looking for people that might be watching. [/i] "I take it I should fire my publicist tomorrow?" "Hardly Mr. Gaines. It's not his fault he doesn't have the power to overrule a federal agent. If anything you should commend him for holding out on me for so long. Don't worry. I liked your movies enough to not turn your life upside down." [i]This time the smile he gave her was real, quite like hers. She laughed softly and he chuckled back.[/i][/COLOR][/font]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=MediumTurquoise]Character Name: Geniveve Montgomery Age: 28 Profession: Private Investigator Brief History and Description: Running a small firm out of a D.C. office, Geniveve, or as she prefers to be called, Gennie, secretly works for the government. To be precise, a small branch of the government headed by a right wing nutjob. Not that she minds of course. The pay is good, nobody has to know, and it grants her immunity from any similar investigations. Tall, slim, wide hips, long brown hair, honey eyes, fair skin, and a winning smile. Generally wears linen suits, drives a Dodge Fury, and packs a Lady's Smith and Wesson. [/COLOR][/FONT]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][font=times][i]Sabine stripped off her shoes as she ran, ignoring her bleeding kneecap, and pulling him along, following the route blindly. With only a few seconds to spare, they made it to the car, and at her directions, eluded both the assassins and curious policemen. Eventually, they made it to a relatively quite part of downtown and to her flat. They parked in a visitor's space and Sabine unlocked the front door and yanked him by the collar into the elevator. Once in, she shoved him against the wall, wrapping one leg around his hip and twisting a hand around his neck. She reached up with her neck, biting his ear and whispering almost simultaneously.[/i] "There's a security camera in here. For all intents and purposes...you're my guest tonight." [i]Vitali didn't bat an eyelash, instead he leaned down and kissed a trail up her bare shoulder to her ear, and licked the delicate curve, and getting a mouth full of earring for his trouble.[/i] "Mff...fair enough." [i]The elevator chimed open and she took his hand, leading him to apartment number 1365. She unlocked the door and was instantly and happily greeted by a gigantic Bernese Mountain dog. It cuddled itself against her legs as she stroked his back and the space just above his tailbone. Vitali locked the door behind them and stared. An exotic dancer that kept a furry, enormous pet. She knelt down to stroke his face, and turned his head to face Vitali.[/i] "Say hello to Vitali Koenigßeg!" [i]Koenigßeg raised a paw, roughly the size of Vitali's fist. He took it and shook gently, only to be bathed in saliva for his troubles.[/i] "Hello....big, fluffy...dog." [i]Sabine chuckled and went to the bathroom to fix her knee. Vitali looked around in the meantime, closing blinds and drapes, and heading to the kitchen refrigerator, only to find it stocked with Smartwater, fruit, cranberry juice, and not a few tupperware of what looked like al dente pasta. From the bathroom, Sabine yelled at him to help himself to the Malibu in the cupboard, then yelped once more as she washed her knee off in the sink. Koenigßeg watched him, padding after his footsteps silently. Vitali was slightly stunned. The dog hadn't made a single bark, much less an ordinary pant or woof. He huffed a bit when he saw Vitali pulling out the Malibu, and drooled more when he passed what must've been a container full of his food, but didn't bark at all. Vitali sat down at her small kitchen table and poured himself a shot of coconut rum. Her apartment was nice. Pleasant, if slightly sparsely furnished. She seemed to favor the slightly asian taste of minimalism, not that he minded after sitting in Captain Cream's for several hours. As a matter of fact, her entire place exuded a sense of calm. Relaxing...nice. On a whim, he opened her cutlery drawer to find a Smith & Wesson snub nosed 38.[/i] "Damn. I think I like her already." [i]Koenigßeg flicked an ear at him and turned to the doorway. Sabine was standing there in a pair of loose blue jeans, cut low at the hip, and a silver cowl neck shirt. She had one hand on her hip and another resting on her thigh.[/i] "Do you now?"[/font][/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][font=times][i]Meanwhile, Diamond reclined very cooly in a Mafia boss's lap. One leg was wrapped around his hip, the other around his shoulders. He laughed at her and stroked one hand up her smooth side. She giggled at him, but very softly. She might've had his ear and been one of the most untouchable girls in the county, much less the city. He smiled at her and pulled her closer to his chest. With an obliging twist of her body, she leaned down into him, so to speak, and put her silky smooth lips to his ear. He smelled her distinct perfume, the extremely faint smell of cigarettes, and the scent of apple spice on her makeup. Her smile was foxy at best, duplicitous at worst. He rested both hands on her ample ass cheeks and waited. Diamond leaned down and whispered to him. He didn't nod, or give a sign of appreciation otherwise. Her head tilted up ever so slightly, and one of his hands raised over to run under her thick blonde hair. She spoke a few words, and he paused.[/i] "Who was hired to kill her?" "Vitali. I think you employ him sometimes." [i]He nodded and leaned back slightly. It was well known that Captain Cream's was a hot spot for all sorts of illegal activity, and provided things didn't get out of hand, he let mob bosses meet there, Triad and Yakuza businessmen, and all manner of decidedly unpleasant people. On the other hand, Diamond was the only girl in his direct employ, the only one who informed for him, and the only one who had his ear, his favor, and his balls in her hand. Not that she minded. Diamond was one of those girls who knew how to use her power without pushing too much.[/i] "And why would his employers want Sabine dead?" [i]She rubbed his neck, contemplating this. Then she tilted her head to one side and thought about their apartment, their dog, and 12 years ago. She decided against the out and out truth. Instead she widened her eyes ever so slightly and shrugged.[/i] "Not the Triad. You and I both know that." "Yeah. ...not them." [i]Diamond sighed and leaned against his shoulder.[/i][/font][/COLOR]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Smoke trailed, seemingly, off of Sabine's eyelashes as she watched him come back to sit next to her. Her eyes batted at him playfully, giving him a good view of the honey gold flecks around her irises. Over the speakers, she could hear Diamond starting up her gig. Diamond always shook it to something by Rob Zombie, just like her. With a graceful gesture, she extinguished the cigarette in the same ashtray he'd used, and downed the rest of her drink. She set it down on the coaster, crossed her legs, and slewed around to face him.[/i] "You know..." [i]Here she paused to straighten the edge of her obscenely short skirt. Vitali waited patiently.[/i] "...if your employers wanted me dead all that badly, my address is listed in the phone book." [i]Vitali's face went through several changes, from red to white, to red, and then back to his normal tone. He opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it. Sabine laughed gently at him, and stroked a finger down the side of his cheek. He felt her black painted nail slip across his stubble, then down to his chin.[/i] "But that wasn't really a bad cover story. Unfortunately I've already been aproached by all of the private BSDM clubs that have openings...in this country anyway. And when you lied, your eyes flicked to the left." "Did my eyes really flick to the left?" "No actually. You lie quite well...for a hired hand anyway. I'll wager you let your gun talk more than your mouth most of the time." [i]He leaned to one side, looking straight at her.[/i] "So how did you know I was brought here to kill you? Did you look me up in the phone book?" [i]She leaned to one side and brought her lips up to his ear while placing one hand on his knee.[/i] "My best friend got a good look at you. Didn't you meet Diamond? The girl wearing all white on stage right now? She knows all there is to know about these sort of things. Has mob ties, all that pleasant shit." [i]Sabine chuckled at Vitali's expression, giving him a good flash of her teeth. He leaned back in his chair at last, not making any further eye contact. She raised her skirt ever so slightly so he could see the flash of her knife.[/i] "But if you think you can kill me, be my guest. ...and wouldn't you want to give me one quick thrust beforehand?"[/COLOR][/font]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Sabine put her money away, Diamond coming over to count it beforehand. The two chatted quietly until Sabine pulled out the note scribbled out and the five hundred. Diamond frowned instantly, her eyes narrowing just like Sabine's had when she was on stage. She held up the marked $20 and raised an eyebrow.[/i] "And you said there was nothing wrong?" [i]If she had not been utterly tired, she would've stamped her foot like a petulant child. Sabine rolled her eyes in frustration.[/i] "So you were right. And from what I see, he's nobody that's been here before, and....could very well be trouble." "Like a hired assassin?" "Or he's just really horny." [i]The exotic dancer in question flickered her eyes, then set down the marked bill. She had every intention of talking, but not necessarily of taking the job. For all she knew it would be to lay down and die without putting up much of a fight. Diamond sat down next to her mirror and leaned back, lighting a cigarette for herself. While Sabine changed into something only slightly less skimpy, she mentally reviewed what she'd noticed. Firstly, the man was very handsome but secondly, he could've been a hired hand. Even so, what would she really loose by talking to him in a bar? She slipped her knife into the leather garter belt concealled by her skirt, and put a cigarette of her own behind one ear. With measured steps, she slipped out the door and into the bar, bypassing several gestures. She only danced on stage, and nobody present could afford her alone for five minutes. The man who had given her an excessive amount of money was sitting in one corner of the bar, in view of the entire establishment. She marked him, and signaled the tender. He set down her usual double shot of vodka and she carried it over to where he was sitting. With a slide of long legs, she sat on one of the high stools and took a sip of her drink, flicking down her cigarette from her ear with the other hand. Like magic, a zippo appeared in his hand and he lit it for her. She inhaled slowly.[/i] "So ......you wanted to talk." [i]Her words were a breathy sigh, accented by the smoke she was exhaling just short of his face.[/i][/COLOR][/font]

[font=times][color=darkorchid][i]Sabine stood at her table, lacing up the intricate ribboning down the front of her bra and up the back of her panties. She did everything by memory, hardly needing to glance in the mirror for help, much less twist her head backwards to check her backside or look down to check the front. Her real name was Grace, but nobody here called her that, with perhaps one exception. A man had called her earlier and called her Grace, while she was taking a break with two other girls. It was a bit of a shock to her, to hear her real name while she was at work. Most exotic dancers like her didn't spill their real names, but to be fair, no dancer in the same building was anything remotely like her. She didn't turn tricks in her spare time like half the girls, and she didn't go out of her way to build relationships with anyone. As a matter of fact, 90% of the girls had never seen her apartment and 95% hadn't stayed for longer than they absolutely had to. Perhaps it was Sabine's attitude. She was foxy when she danced, and perfectly gracious and charming, but also distant. The way she acted on the stage, was quite a bit removed from how she was off. Sabine was cold and calm, more often than not, and this was probably what kept her in such high demand. It could've been that, but it could've been her outfit. The way she carried herself. She wore black laced panties and a matching bra, with spike heels that were strappy, but not overdone. Sometimes she wore fishnets and black leather, but she kept the ribbon ensemble out more often. She didn't overheat as quickly in it, but sometimes she simply felt like being a bit more sadistic. Black hoop earrings inserted into each of the four holes up each of her earlobes, she finished strapping up her heels and sauntered down the hall. As she walked, she passed several other girls, giving them each a nod when they made eye contact with her. Most of them minded their own business and left her well enough alone. But tonight, as she walked towards the stage, Diamond, the only girl that could've been called her close friend, reached out a hand to place on her shoulder. She leaned over, her full lips brushing against Sabine's ear.[/i] "One of the bouncers told me that a man had come here specifically to see you." [i]Sabine turned her hazel eyes towards Diamond's turqouise ones, establishing an almost embarrassing intimacy between them.[/i] "Why are you telling me this like I'm going to be killed?" [i]Diamond's eyes creased in worry, and her eyebrows lowered themselves by several degrees. She might've been covered in sweat, and nearly staggering from exhaustion, but she still looked frightened for Sabine's sake. This made her almost regret the sarcasm.[/i] "I think you're in trouble." [i]Sabine's eyes flickered once, but then she walked past Diamond, not taking her warning seriously, if it could've been called that. The lights of the stage, the smell of heat and sexual excitement, made her more than moderately excited, getting her into just the right mood. With a delicate flicker of her eyelids, she mounted the glass steps leading to the stage, and took her pose.[/i][/font][/color]