Raiha

[color=royalblue]I've been searching, For something, Something elusive, Something dancing out of my vision. I can sense, That it's something, But I can't remember, Nor can I see. Why is it gone? Why can't I remember? Why are you hiding? Why am I obsessing? Maybe it's here, Maybe I don't want to, Maybe that something is visible, Maybe I care. Confusion.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Zharra smiled broadly and tipped an imaginary hat.[/i] "After all...we'll always have Paris." [i]She grinned winked. The women laughed at her highly fitting reference to Casablanca. Zharra straightened and unzipped her gear. If they were going to gather information, there were better things to wear. Out of the girls in the group, she had been the only one that had remembered to grab her tote before they jumped. Bailey looked up, curiously.[/i] "What if they come back?" "Then they're dumber than we thought." [i]Rae grinned and checked the magazine in one of her smaller handguns. She replaced it in the holster and watched Zharra take out various articles of clothing, most of which covered just enough/[/i] "It's been my experience, that the less clothing you wear...the more information you aquire."[/COLOR]

[center][COLOR=royalblue]You might have noticed the first version of this poem in the Today's Poem thread. Today in our AP World Liturature class...we were told to write about what we knew of love, our experiences with love, or our ideals of love. Either way, this is what I've learned from loving and then losing that love. Anything I should change? What do you think?[/color] [color=silver]~~~~~~~~~~~~[/COLOR] [COLOR=purple]-Cliche- I will not say, That it is better to have loved, Than not to have loved at all, At least not in the traditional way. I have loved, To the point of giving up my life, But it was simply not meant to be, And I cried for the loss inflicted upon me. We were different, I did not love him as he loved me, And he told me that my love was useless, And that he hated me for it. I loved him so deeply, And was hurt by his words, But more by his actions, And the realization that it was my fault for loving. I now know, What love is willing to do, And what it is to feel pain, But mostly how it feels to be replaced. So in a sense, It is better that I have loved and learned, And seen what I will do to end something, That prevents me from moving on. I cry sometimes, And I feel heartsick, But I know that although I am alone, I will heal and find somone who wants my kind of love.[/COLOR] [/center]

[color=royalblue]l think that DW is insinuating that all workers in factories are black people that speak ebonics. Is that racial profiling or racism at its finest?[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Name: Senrai Vashtesh Age: 2800 Species: Lycan Side: Lycan, but will soon tilt towards Michael and Selene. Descriptions: see attatchment. As a Lycan, she is sleek and lithe. Rank: Warrior/Hunter Bio: A hunter, one of the best, sent on various missions by her Lycan kynn to find answers and information, and possibly shed a little blood along the way. She's killed her share of leeches, and does not shy away from killing any more. She was bitten in her childhood taken underground. There she flourished and grew into full maturity, proving herself to be a fearsome predator and a lovely killer. Senrai has her share of scars, inflicted by a silver pentacle, traced down her body by a vampire that caught her in the line of duty. Of course....the vampire failed to keep both eyes on her and the momment he had looked away, she had risen and mauled him to death. She kept the pentacle and wears it around her neck. As long as she has no open wounds, it can not harm her. Within the Lycan heiarchy, she is relatively high, being a key hunter and fighter. She has a tradition of loyalty and service to the Lycans, and will hunt to the death until her prey is found. This devotion has ensured her rank and her power. While she does not have brute strength, she has unnatural speed and reflexes on her side. Of course her jaws have this little habbit of locking......once she tastes blood. As of now, she has been sent to find Michael and bring him back. Selene on the other hand, is to be either killed or brougt back subdued.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I will not say, That it is better to have loved, Than not to have loved at all, At least not in the traditional way. I have loved, To the point of death, But it was simply not meant to be, And I cried for the loss. I now know, That I have learned, What love really is, And what pain really is. So in a sense, It is better that I have loved, To finally learn the hard way, And been able to heal. Thank you.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Name: Vajain Nur'Lograin Age: 4560 Species: Drow Rank: Noble Sorceress with a speciality in Shape shifting. Clan: Nur'Lograin Appearance: See attatchment. The wings are an example of the shape change she can inflict upon herself. Her natural form is similar in shape, just not in dress. When in the presence of her clan or at a Council, she wears long white robes and adds color to her hair. Bio: Vajain is one of the two leaders of her clan. She is not hungry for power, but she will admit that she likes the fear she instills in other people. Her skill with shape shifting is enviable, and unmatched within Mezzanane. A living testimony to her skills is her longest lasting creation, Razel. She prides herself in the ability she has to keep her power under control and not have to use a demon to keep herself strong. While she focuses on Shape Shifting, she can also create strong wards and shields using the Pentacle symbol. Her power over that particular branch of magic is questionable. Most people see it as a lead to demon summoning, but she likes to keep that under a certain ammount of confusion. Her unusually high mana flow comes from a life of meditation and discipline. Within the clan she is held in high esteem, in the city she is seen simply as an untainted Drow ambassador from a clan that has a skill with shapeshifting and diplomacy. The rest of her clan keeps to themselves in comparison to her ambassador activities. She is the only one that has any contact with outside clans including the Kai'Belboru. Because of this, her clan has avoided war and political scandal quite spectacularly. Vajain keeps her creation close to her, using him every now and then for various reasons, but she does not seem to have any sort of real use for him. Her hobbies include drinking wine, reposing in her chambers, and experimenting with living creatures. Her worship of Sharess is highly personal and involves various rituals and techniques. Nobody sees her worship Sharess and from her simple robes and lack of tattoos or jewelry, one would assume that she doesn't even realize Sharess once existed. Rumor has it that she uses Razel for her own pleasure, but such claims are unfounded and are probably made out of pure boredom.[/COLOR] [COLOR=purple]WARNING: There may be only two people within a particular clan. Example: The Nur'Lograin clan is now closed. Have fun.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]"Yes, at 1432 Princeton Boulevard tomorrow at three." [i]She had heard enough. With a simple press of a button, she dismissed herself from the call she had so quietly hacked herself into and locked the kyepad. Senrai Chii-Rha turned her head quietly and watched the traffic go by on the street. Then she looked back to her laptop screen. It flickered, its reflection in her eyes. She smiled thinly and hit the Enter key. Instantly it went blank and shut down. She closed the top with her left hand and slid it across the table. Then she stood and dropped it into her backpack. With delicate movements, she unplugged a cord from her cell phone and deposited the end into her pocket. With her hand still in the pocket, she replugged it into her iPod. Instantly, music flooded in her ears. She slid her cell phone into its case and dropped that into her pack as well. Senrai zipped up the edges and swung the straps onto her shoulders. It was time to go. ".....at three." She would show up tomorrow, as she had been told to. Her employer would be very pleased when she listened to their meeting like she had their plans to create the meeting in the first place. Without a single qualm, she had accepted this job... ..and she was ever so close to fufilling it. Nothing could make her happier. ....except maybe something involving the opposite sex.[/i][/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][font=Century][i]The power we, the Drow of the Underdark, have unleashed will be the power that we must struggle to control. Our own lust for that infinite power has brought us to the point of destruction. We taint our children to give them power, passing them through both fire and blood. Those that do not must find new sources of power to ensure their survival. There is no cure once a child has been tainted, and they live aeons with the seed of a demon until the end of their unaturally long lives. Our chaotic nature manifests itself in many different forms. Our lust for creating new monstrosities; Driders, Dragons, Succubus, Inccubus, Golems, and Homunculi.....all a reflection of the terrible strength we have tapped into. The former religion of Sharess, once pure and simple has branched off into literally hundreds of different sects. Everyone claims that their vision of the goddess is the truth when nobody remembers the time when she stopped appearing to us. Sharess has left us to our own devices, which may not have been a wise move. Perhaps she has grown tired of our ceasless quest for power, our warring amongst ourselves, and the chaotic ways we chose to live our lives. Either way we have survived, and we hope to some day find our goddess again. Until then we must live our days out in the dark world beneath the Moonless Lands. In the Underdark, we Drow survive. And we serve our goddess in our own misguided religions. Lust for power in our own separate ways. Employ the power that we posess in various forms of control. Who will survive then? Whoever is best suited to the enviornment. Whoever is strong enough and wise enough to make the right choices in battle and in life. The will to live.[/i][/font] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now that I have your attention, this RPG is a sort of continuation to the old story of "The Children of Loloth." It will focus less on the sexuality of the Drow and more on their lifestyles. Feel free to pick a clan, a species, and a rank. And feel free to find pictures. .......if you have what it takes to be accepted into this highly selective RPG, maybe you're good enough to survive in the Underdark. The six clans are as follows: [color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color] [b]Orn'Baelen[/b]: Reasonable and level headed, the Baelen practice a religion involving the worship of the Life Giving Sharess and the 9 moons that have become the Pillar of Light. They live in the center of the city, are made up of mostly healers and oracles, therefore are not a threat to any of the other clans. Their symbol is an open hand with 9 moons resting within.[color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color] [color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color][b]Vas'Naurnae[/b]: Agressive and violent, the Naurnae enjoy competition and open warfare, which is possible in the territory surrounding the city, the territory they have gained control of by conquest. They worship Sharess the Destroyer and revere spiders of all shapes, including Driders. In fact, they breed Driders in dark caverns and use them as both armies and symbols of power.[color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color] [color=purple]One space remaining.[/color] [b]Cal'Sakmeht[/b]: Quiet and reserved, the Sakmeht are a peaceful and diplomatic clan. Their territory rests within the much coveted main city of the Underdark, "Mezzanane," thanks to their skill with negotiation. Sakmehts are usually diplomats, ambassadors, and teachers. Their symbol is their main house, and they are not affiliated with any major religion. [color=purple]One space remaining.[/color] [color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color] [b]Nur'Lograin[/b]: A silent unnerving clan of magic users and preistesses. They serve Sharess the Sorceress and refuse to taint their children with demons. Because of this they have highly developed magic including the High Arts and Shapeshifting. The symbol of choice is the Pentacle used in many spells and summons. [color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color] [color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color] [b]Dra'Coryul[/b]: A subdued clan made up of a select few nobles of varying degrees of power having lost control of the city to the Sakmeht in a treaty dispute. They are scattered about the city and meet in the abandoned temple of Sharess, a place of the long forgotten past. They have no symbol anymore. [color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color] [color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color] [b]Kai'Belborun[/b]: A noble house, filled with masters of both weapons and magic. They control the schools of magic and temples containing the priestesses and own Edifice for the Council of the Nine. They worship the Holy Eye of Sharess and keep that as their symbol. [color=purple]This clan is now closed.[/color] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Keep it exotic Age: anywhere from 5 to 5000 Species: Drow, Drider, whatever... ....but nothing all powerful. Yes, that rules out Dragons and Golems. Rank: Warrior, Priestess, Slave, Sorcerer/ess, Mercenary, Abomination....get creative. Along with this, pick a weapon or two. Clan: ...pick one. You can also be clanless, but that sets you up for alot of attacks. Appearance: Pictures are good. Bio: Duh. You'll see mine soon enough. Alright, get cracking.[/color] [COLOR=purple]In the quite likely event that you know very little about the Drow, read the world settings at [url=http://www.drowtales.com]The online comic Drowtales[/url]. Just read the world settings, you don't need to delve into the comic's archives.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]My arm dips down to the earth, Then up once more to the sky, Around, Then across my chest. Lilac colored cloth, Covering my body, Sliding smoothly, Barely clinging to me. With my arms held out, And my feet bent, The dance steps flow, From the tips of my toes to the points of my fingers. And all is at peace, Because I, Am dancing all by myself, But I know you're watching me.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Overall Member of the Year: Charles Male Otaku of the Year: Semjaza Azazel Female Otaku of the Year: Babygirl Staff Member of the Year: James Most Opinionated Otaku of the Year: Poison Tongue Most Likely to Be Here in Two Years: Adam Best Newbie: Dagger IX1 Best Oldie: Shy Most Likely to Become a Staff Member: Dagger IX1 Most Improved Member of the Year: Baron Samedi Favorite Banned Member: Taylor Hewitt Random Awards Best Otaku Couple: The Harlequin/Ravenstorture Best Looking Otaku: Babygirl Otaku Writers Poet Laureate: Mitch Writer of the Year: Charles Role-Player of the Year: Raiha Brawler of the Year: Raiha RPG of the Year: Black Horizon[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I send you a notice, From now on, Until further conversation, You are dismissed from my mind. I will not cry again, Over your memory, Because you're alive, And will stay that way awhile. So here and now I, Of sound mind, Make this statement, No sorrow and wasted time again. Ta.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]"I love you all...." [i]Satell's mind reeled at the suden stop. He had been alive, and now he was gone. She had seen death coming, but she didn't look hard enough.........and he was seeded, tainted, and then he killed himself. Her eyes closed, tears burning her retinas, thoughts flooding through her without rhyme or reason. His smiling face, the way they had walked down the hall, the time they had first met, her watching him check her out from across the table...... ....it wasn't fair. He had been shot by his own hand. Twice. .....like she had been shot. In her minds eye, she could see her hands spread out, pressing against the glass, tears falling from her eyes as she watched the stars flash by. One of them flickered and went out. She sighed and closed her eyes, lashes drifting down over her cheeks. Another friend gone. .......taken away. Why did he leave? He was young... ...there was a cure. WHY?!? The scream did not shatter the glass, becasue it was not expressed vocally. But her mind reeled and contorted as she struggled to make sense of his death.....and her hands clenched violently, her body contracting into a fetal position. Finally, she relaxed, still curled up in her mind, hands grasping her wrists.[/i] "....I love you back."[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Diving, From the cliffs above, To the world below, Hands clasped together. Falling, So far and free, Without a fear, Because the world is new. Safety, Throwing myself down, From the dizzying heights, To the place below.[/color]

[color=royalblue]"Senrai Bhan!" [i]The female in question looked up from her latest heartbreak in process. The young man looked starstruck, and no wonder, but she sadly ignored him while she turned her head to look at her father. He was holding a letter, looking like the world had just fallen in on him. She stood and curtsyed.[/i] "This is for you." "Yes father." [i]He handed it to her carefully and flicked his eyes towards what could only be the emporer's crest on the seal. She folded it carefully and slid it into her pocket for later. In the meantime, she excused herself from both of them and went upstairs to her bedroom. Once inside, she locked the door behind her and sat on the futon. She quietly read over the words, then stood and threw it into the fireplace. The wax on the broken seal fizzled and melted away. Then Senrai Bahn of Windstill town turned and went to her small closet. She picked out her things, extra clothing, a cloak, her teaset and the non perishable's she always had around. Then she walked over to the cupboard and brought down her beloved knives. Both were strapped to her travelling boots and she smiled. Adventure. Without another word she swirled on her cloak, picked up her bag and walked downstairs quietly. Her father watched her go from the counter and sighed to himself. He knew she would go. But he also knew that if she was made out of the same stuff as her mother before her, she would also come back. The young man at the table watched her go, mouth agape. She turned just before opening the door and smiled at them both.[/i] "Goodbye." "Good luck daughter."[/color]

[color=royalblue][i]She left the killing field that was now the field of ivy.....and made her way slowly to the mountains dividing the country. She steadied her pace and wrapped herself up in her cloak. Darkness, but no orcs. Her staff was calmed, the wind was good, and the stars were bright. Ranforne turned her head and watched the path spread out in front of her. She could barley make out someone moving along the trail, but she didn't call out like she would've several years ago. Instead she hummed to herself and approached slowly. Jedgar turned his head and watched the shape move along the path. It was small, slender, obviously not an orc. She smiled and quickened her pace. The wind changed and she inhaled slowly. Blood. Lots of it. The figure was a man in a red robe, carrying a pike....obviously a warrior. She noted the lumps behind him and recognised the corpses of both orcs and humans. Jedgar. That was his name. He was watching her, simply observing. She straightened, robes swishing over her body, then smiled at him. She dipped her head and saluted with her staff, quaintly oldfashioned.[/i] "Greetings Jedgar." [i]He eyed her carefully. The fact that she knew his name was unnerving. The fact that she was immaculatly dressed in white robes and was female to boot was also unnerving. Nevertheless, he bowed and saluted her back.[/i] "Greetings. Who might you be?" "....some have called me sorceress, others witch, but the informed know my name to be Ranforne Drisven of the Garden."[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Farther off, In the distance, You can see, The rising sun. It brings light, Warmth, Life, And joy. Along the mountains, Red outlies, And pink clouds gather, Until something more comes. The brilliance, Blinding your eyes, But giving you heat, To understand. That it's a brand new day.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Having noticed the several times you've reposted this...it's safe to say, I am committed! *drums and fanfare* *large flower explosions* Oh yes........... ........I forgot.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Name: Plum Versace Age: er......24? Appearance: See attatchment. Currently wearing purple thong, purple silk corset and bare feet. Her clothing follows this color scheme almost all the time. Personality: Classy at times, can be charming, graceful, sophisticated, and glamorous. At heart she is sensitive, calm, and even a little cheerful. But as a stripper, she has to constantly keep her personal thoughts burried. Your Past: Born to a Greek father and a chinese mother, both placed her in the hands of a family friend and left for places unknown. She was raised by the friend, who turned out to be a photographer, and was given a rather abnormal childhood. She was shunted into the dancing and photography model buisness as soon as she was able to walk and graduated from highschool and went straight to work. Her surrogate mother taught her to be an excellent model, having worked with them for years, and also taught her the basics of life. A a stripper anyway. Plum landed a very good job at a high end club and works from 6 p.m. to 3 in the morning. Not so bad. During the day she either sleeps or is comissioned to appear at various photo and fashion shoots. Love Life: She's a stripper, she doesn't have one. It isn't allowed. ...if we're counting one night stands, then..... *cough* Occupation: Stripper, exotic dancer, part time model. Information: The triangle mark under her left eye was written off as an oddly placed birthmark, and Plum hasn't given it a second thought since. She works pretty hard, but isn't satisfied with her life. In the afternoons, before work, while she's getting ready to go back to the nigthlife, she wonders if there's anything more to this life that she lives. But naturally, she doesn't give it too much thought. Instead she dances and smiles, and wishes she could be real.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]The trees were right. Ranforne broke into a fast trot, hoping to clear the forest and spare the wildlife.... She could hear them coming, their grunts and roars echoing in her ears painfully. Ranforne felt a low scream build up in her gut and she unfastened her tunic as she ran. The white fabric swiftly gave way to a traveler's tunic and wrapped around her bare shoulders. With one hand she ripped off her necklace and wrapped the golden snake around her forearm. It hissed, then coiled deeply over her skin, forming one single sheet of metal. Her left hand gripped the staff resolutely asthe orcs came into view. There weren't too many of them, probably just a scouting troop. They didn't see her, nor could they hear her bare feet leap over the forest floor that was swiftly becoming a barren field. Then they saw her. Ranforne Drisven screamed, the pent up feelings and emotions bursting from her in one loud howling sound. Her voice carried over the flatland and the orcs covered their ears at the reverberating sound. The clear tones of the Silvern language clashed against their brains and the light coming from her staff was blinding. In a flash, literally, she was upon them, whirling her staff left and right, striking without discrimination or mercy. Several fell before they realized she was only one wizard, and a diminuitive one at that. Their leader drew his rough blade and advanced on her. She watched him approach from the corner of her eye, then turned at the last possible momment, right arm held up. The sword ground into her gauntlet, sparks flying. As he strove to cleave her in two, Ranforne whipped her staff around and rammed it through his stomach, speaking softly at the same time.[/i] "Gloriae Risea.....Un gar laia." [i]A cool pulse of green and silver emenated from the tip of her staff and spread over the orcs like vines. They clawed at the light, which burned terribly, only to find it cling to them. She completed the phrase and the orcs were reduced to clumps of dark green ivy.[/i] "...much better."[/color]

[color=royalblue]Nighttime fades away, Discretely, Morning comes my way, Completely. Sometime good will rise, To drown, The darkness, From the sky. And now this splendid thing, It stands before my eyes, You take me, Hand in hand. We dance.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Aside from being confused in general.......because I usually am in this sort of RPG.... .......I was under the impression we were headed towards a tunnel that was an exit. *shiver* No need to shout.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Zharra rolled her eyes. There was very little threat, and if she had calculated the probability right, which she had, there was a .064 % chance that there was any sort of harmful presence waiting to catch them unawares. Team members and group leaders however changed that to roughly .64 % She picked up the pace, adding her long loping stride to the movement, quickly catching Bradley and outstripping him until they came to the sealed exit.[/i] "...oh....this is lovely." "Quite." [i]Zharra tapped the door with the point of her leafblade and smiled divinely. She bowed to her counterpart and he cooly kicked the door open with his steel toed boot. She switched her blade for her rifle and attatched the scope almost absentmindedly.[/i] "You think Mat'll be angry at us?" "Infuriated." "Sounds good." [i]She grinned and peered around the corner. Several bullets ripped their way through, nearly taking off her nose. She returned fire, leaping out and rolling across the hall, taking out more than one. The reward of the short scream was highly gratifying.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Ranforne quietly made her way through the sward, her feet barely touching the green grass as she moved. Her body dipped and swayed with the movement of the land, her arms moving slowly for balance. When she came to a slow running stream she bent down and cupped some of the water in her hands. It swirled until it came to rest in the hollow of her palm. Then she touched her lips to it, rolling the taste over her tongue thoughtfully. Then, she quickly spat it out again and wiped her mouth. Orc feet had passed through the water. It was tainted. From her rucksack she drew out a single silver chalice, and took a cupful. Then she broke off a leaf from a low hanging tree, kissed it, then dropped it in. The water fizzed and bubbled breifly then went still. She looked into her reflection for a few momments. Then the water shimmered and was replaced by a smiling face she knew very well.[/i] "Why did you call me daughter?" "Orc feet have passed through the instrument I use to speak with you." "Are you going to see Thingol?" "Of course." "Good. Make haste, the orcs march swiftly." "Yes. ....do you have any wisdom to impart?" "None for now. It is not time. Wait patiently." [i]Ranforne nodded and brought the cup to her lips. She drank deeply then placed it back in her sack. It was time to go. With steady steps she continued heading west, the forest bowing before her touch, spreading outwards when she blessed it. The trees dipped and swayed as she did, spreading their own tendrils to touch her face as she walked. Her friends. She smiled and was pleased. While people saw her as the mystic of the forest, they saw her as the benevolence that was their dearest friend, Annúnwilyaien. And they whispered their names into her ear and beseeched her to pass their way once again.[/i] "Someday friends. Today I make a path for Thingol's domains." "Go with speed...... .....the orcs are coming."[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Aside from the clapping that just wouldn't stop, I caught parts of his speech. Then discussed it in Economics all over again. And sadly, I am sick to death of hearing everything get raked over the coals one more time. I'm sure TN, that everybody is entitled to their own opinions, but really, even if he did talk about anything more important than steroid use, chances are it would make you sick too.[/color]