Raiha

[color=royalbluel]I don't know about yellow. Purple is the best. IMNSHO. It's just not my color. And the whole thing is a tad repetitive, but I'm kinda in a funk tonight anyways. By the way....so delightful to be in your sig.[/color]

[color=royalblue]I agree with Rico, and Asuka on some points. It's kinda sad, kinda disturbing, kinda questionable. There are times when I wished for a man's physique, but mostly so I could kill someone more easily. But I don't mind being female. It makes it easier to manipulate people.... And the idea of my ***** being threatened with scalpels and scissors is just really.......disturbing.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]D'Ann woke up early, as usual, and padded downstairs to make her customary rice and soysauce breakfast, when she saw Jenna. Passed out drunk? No, there wasn't any left in the pantry. She walked closer and saw a hefty bruise on her forehead, and abrasions on her palms. D'Ann, true to her character, picked her up as a medic would, and deposited her on the couch gently. Then, she picked up the phone and speed dialed the appropriate number. The police, wouldn't arive for quite awhile, given everything she could tell them.... There just wasn't enough evidence to make any conclusions. The door was locked, the windows weren't broken, the usual norms. It was freaky. Jenna didn't stir, and D'Ann got a ice pack and a cup of tea. Then she placed Jenna's head in her lap and massaged her undoubtedly sore temples. It brought her around.[/i] "Welcome back Jenna. Care to explain the morbid details?" ".....where am I?" "In my lap. Now tell me what's going on please."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Early in the morning, she woke up and got dressed before the humans began entering the rooms again. She brushed back her thick hair, did a few braids here and there, then tied it again. Next she slid back her silver jewlry, then elected to wear the army fatigues. Well, not necessarily army, but combatitive in style. Boots, baggy pants, with a crop top in the same style. She smiled and entered Liam's room, just as he was standing up. He blinked and stared back at her. Her smile was egnimatic, as usual. Liam blinked, and she simply focused her gaze into his eyes. Clear yellow. He blinked again.[/i] "Am I in trouble Liam?" "Why would you be? You're the image of Juadiar." "Yes, just sexier." [i]She winked and walked down the hall with him, moving just as gracefully as she had with the sarong. Liam watched her out of the corner of his eye. She was pretty calm, but extremely erratic, unpredictable. In some situations anyways.[/i] "Why did you go to them?" "Why do you ask? Does it matter?" "What did you offer them?" ".....nothing we don't have.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Our lives, Once so perfectly together, In retrospect, Were never that perfect. I loved, And you loved back. But that, Wasn't really quite enough. I cared, But then you did. The same, Just for me too. Finally we, Decided to be wise, And end, But you couldn't end. Not before, You took it back, The ring, That I had loved. Given freely, But then that means, That I, Must give it back. And so, I did as you, Had requested, But that made me. So sad, But not really unhappy, Because you, Needed to find closure. I hope you did.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Real Name: Satell Megelani Callsign: Ballet Age: 24 Gender: Female...so they say. Alliance: Adam's Angels Biography: Sad eyed, the daughter of a dishonorably discharged father and a weak willed Chinese mother, Satell has lived a life somewhat devoid of love and nourishment. Her first childhood memory is her mother and father screaming at eachother, and then a whiskey glass being broken on her forehead. When she mentioned the incident to her mother several years later, she learned the full details. Her mother wasn't really her mother, but her father was her father. Her real mother, according to the "rumors" was a cheap whore that worked the corner of 9th and Decoto. They argued over who should've taken Satell out to die, and her mother won. Her father chucked his glass at her, after saying a few nice words: "Shut the fuck up you stupid ass baby!" It broke, covering her with shards of broken glass and permanant facial scaring. And that was that. Her mother, threw her into the nearest boarding school, where Satell learned how to fight the good fight. Along the way, she became an excellent dancer, excelling in all forms of dance, but mostly ballet. Her turnout is more than 180 degrees and her flexibility is off the charts. In the boarding school, life was, as you might expect, rough. She learned how to fight, and incorporated her ballet into it, forming her own style. The Split Rose. She joined Adam's Angel's after graduating from college with a MFA in Dance. Why? Cause her mother didn't give a flying fuck and her father drank himself to death on her 18th birthday. Happy Birthday Satell. Adam saw her perform one evening for the San Fransisco ballet and was entranced. Her skill was unatural, her eyes beautiful, and her movement graceful. When he followed her into her dressing room, he witnessed her flash out her bloodsword with a single flick of her wrist, decapitate several would-be assassins in the blink of an eye, then clean and sheath it again within the space of five seconds. He smiled, she was perfect. When she looked up and saw him, she didn't move, instead, she looked into his eyes and saw what she had seen in very few others. And when he made her an offer, she accepted out of interest, a chance to be wild and uncontrolled, so unlike her history. Ballet is all about grace and discipline, being an assassin was a way out, and she took it. Personality: Wild but still cool eyed, happiest when drinking white wine and polishing her blade. But also satisfied when carving out an individual's organs in alphabetical order.... She has a sarcastic streak a mile wide, but don't be sad, she won't insult you to death. That's what the blade is for. She loves to watch people suffer, but even more to see them die. Weapon: Bloodsword; three quarter, blood channeled, etched with silver lines, flexible blade, barbed half way down. Also has hooks in the handle that sink into the palm. In addition, and it's very minor, she keeps six poisoned hairpins in her ...well...hair. They're dipped excessively in laburnum oil, to which she has an unatural immunity to. Why? ....MYOB. Picture: See attatchment. And a bonus, she wears nothing but the veil, which is long, covers her "gasp" body, but not much of it.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Name: Satell Megelani Age: 19 Gender: Female Appearance: see attatchment. Weapons: Blade, [the big thing in the picture], Two Glock 9mms. Race: Android Extra Items: Cut crystal vial filled with a blue liquid, blood from a spider.[/color]

[color=royalblue]ASDA! PERMANANTLY LOW PRICES! Yeah, I remember that. My friend was freezing so he bought three black sweaters for £6 a pop. It was hilarious. To the rest of us anyways. My X-mas List for the Fiscal year... [in my house, we're weird like this] [u]iPod[/u] with earbuds, adapter cable, 2500 song capacity. [u]New crab[/u] to replace my recently deceased one. [u]Desklamp[/u] My old one doesn't fit on my new desk. [u]Money, The Mean Green, The Ca-Ching, The...you get the idea.[/u] But other than that, I am passively content.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Juuthena [/i] [B][color=ff00cc] [size=1]*digs* I'm going to be Satine from Moulin Rouge, only in pants instead of a corset. :sweat: The only things I have left to buy is light pink eyeliner, and I'm just going to borry the lipstick and white foundation from one of my friends. ^_^;[/color] [/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]Are you going to cough up blood too? I don't see why you shouldn't wear a corset, you have a perfectly lovely chest.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]So sad so sad, You are to me now, And you won't even let me come speak, Unless I am all alone. If I did have a friend with me, You would never let it happen, But I'm not surprised, You hate humanity. Why? I know life isn't sweetness, And our time together was, But just because it's over, Doesn't mean you have to be hopeless. Or maybe it does, Because as you put it, I'm in love with the world, And I can't single you out and love you. You're diametrically opposed to me, I love humanity and life, And you are an anarchist and love death, Oh well. I thought it could work, You fell hard and fast, And there was nothing else for it, Ah me. Someday, I hope to see you for a little while, Even if you vow to dissapear in June, There's going to be a light in the window for you.[/color]

[color=royalblue]No, it means that she'll give "aid" to anyone that has the right bank account. By the way, 5 RPGs is no big deal, I'm in 10 right now, and in the "Good Old Days" I was in at least 15 active ones.[/color]

[color=royalblue]My sense of adventure is in my pants. Name: Shraii Chi-Rha Age: 19 Gender: Female Job: She's more of a free agent than anything. Excellent hacker, can also tear apart a computer and put it back together again. Appearance: see attachment. The headphones, FYI, are hooked up to her baby, the iPod. Weapons: Teflon survival knife, six poisoned hairpins, to which she has an immunity to, and one Glock, 9mm. Bio: The daughter of a Triad "consort" and an member of the INS, Shraii is very ....diversified...shall we say. Anything else about her is either locked in uncrackable safes or requires a Federal access code. Sorry.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Then, to Danielle's great relief, the leader held up long shimmering weapon that could've only been Zharra's bloodsword. Alice jumped up and down happily, while the others looked somewhat relieved. [b]Damien[/b] put on a burst of speed, as if seeking to prove that he was somehow faster than her. Zharra grinned and let him beat her, that, and she was a little drained from rambling off a powerful golem spell. They reached the brick wall, and Zharra placed a hand on it, catching her breath. Danielle touched her back cautiously.[/i] Danielle: You didn't kill my house did you? Zharra: Not much....the damage is reversable. Alice: What'd you do?!? Damien: She fired off a fücking golem spell that tore apart the ground and at least a dozen hunters in the process. [i]Quite a few heads turned in her direction, and she simply smiled and sheathed her sword.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The meeting ended quickly with several promises here and there, all of which Zharra could easily fufill. Unlike some of her SYF counterparts, she had no qualms about playing both sides. And this time it wasn't even for personal gain, it was just to get a member of the team back unscathed. Perferably anyways. They vowed to release their captive in less than two days, and Zharra promised to upload the information she "borrowed" from Rhambus within a month. If she didn't, they would hunt down Bradley and kill off the rest of her family. And then her. But she doubted if they were that good...inwardly anyways. Then again, that was the way the Triad worked. She smiled as she walked down the stairs and out of the front door this time. The other Triad members watched her go, she could feel their eyes on her behind and swaying hips, but of course, she did very little. When one's back was turned, it was best not to turn and see what you knew was there. Unless....it was holding out a hand filled with money.[/i] "Have a nice evening gentlemen." "Same to you Zharra." [i]She waved one hand in response and made her way back to HQ by various backwards and roundabout methods. Anyone following her would've been lost in the endless alleys and crackhouses she walked through. Finally, she made it back, just in time to watch the moon set from the lounge, where even the most avid of gamers had finally vacated. She opened the cabinet, pulled out her things, removed her jewlrey, save her her now extremely valuable earings, and got ready for bed. Wearing nothing but a big white shirt, she pulled out her blanket, also covered in a mosquito net, and curled up on the sofa. Within minutes, she was asleep, eyes half open. If people walked by, she didn't notice. To all concerned, she was dead to the world and really didn't care either.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Zharra finished up her work, cagegorizing, scanning, and sending the pictures and numbers through her other earrings. And they teased her for wearing long dangling jewelry. ....hah. That jewelry was the equiptment, that got the proof, that got the bad guys out of buisness. Finished up more or less, she walked down the halls quietly, bare feet making absolutely no noise, toes brushing the floor, testing it before she put her feet down every now and then. The guards on duty were either asleep or less than sharp. She slipped past several undetected, moving along the side walls without any unecessary motions. Before they knew what hit them, she knocked out two, slit their throats just for kicks, and entered the room they were guarding. Once inside, she closed it behind her, and took a seat at the ample sized corporate table. It already had several male figures in attendance. The most shady of characters stood and greeted her.[/i] "Welcome Zharra. It's been quite some time." "Yes it has. But that still doesn't mean I like you." [i]He laughed, while the other members looked singularly uncomfortable. He sat down, directly across from her. With one hand, he made the motion, and she complied. With the same hand he gestured with, she flipped open her sarong and disarmed herself. Three pins and one knife. That was all. He sat back, satisfied. The others looked at her like she was some sort of freak. The leader, Adrien, folded his hands and gazed into her flat yellow eyes.[/i] "So....why have you paid us a visit?" "You have a friend of mine here in custody." "That, and you also have information?" "Nothing much. The SYF is as boring as usual. You know. They think they know, but they really don't." "And the deal this time?" "You release the kid, I give you what you want." "And that is?" "The systems from Rhambus. I borrowed them permanantly." [i]Several people's eyebrows rose a few degrees. She had taken the hardware from a computer company. And up and coming computer company. .....one of the most high tech in the market. How....they would probably never know.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I agree with Alex, mostly because all of us know we feel like cattle, but never say very much either way. That and I have a natural aversion to anything that involves our poorly dressed "Spirit Squad" doing their rediculous routines. Nothing personal Jenna, but I'm on the dance team myself and I know lack of talent when I see it. Some girls are cool, the rest fall right into the hands of common social stereotypes. And not only that, the girls never do cheers, they never wave the pompoms, and nobody's ever thrown and caught until the very very end. Once. You're telling me I have to miss my last period of the day, which is American Literature and Composition, just to file out onto the sweltering stadium, sit on very hot aluminum benches, and watch some girls do their stupid dances to stupid R&B songs? Sometimes I just make the rally optional. I leave with the water polo guys.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She snatched it from him and, true to her character, flipped it over and slamed it down on his head.[/i] "Get your own! I might have dated you but I never married you." "Ah, but you two have so much in common. The ice is as cold as your bed habbits." [i]The scream of rage was heard several floors up and several floors down. She hauled back and was about to punch him in the face before he picked her up, and spun around, and dropped her onto the bed. Before she could plant both feet on his hips and kick him into a wall, he pinned her down forcibly.[/i] "Might of had something to do with the fact that you could never get it up for me in the first place." [i]While he spluttered something uninteligable, she rolled her eyes. Then she pushed him up off the bed and opened the door.[/i] "Let's go." "To the courtroom?" [i]She blushed, then held it open stubornly.[/i] "No, to the house! It's a three hour drive and I want to get it over with." "Awww, don't want to spend the night with me?" "Not if you paid me. ....well....maybe if you paid me."[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Fascinating. Fit my mood somewhat, although I'm far more likely to hurt them in a subtle emotional way than blow their brains out. Charles bascially covered everything. And just so everyone knows, I really resent the censors. It's not like we don't know what's being said.[/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Several hunters, for some odd reason thinking she was safe, rushed Zharra. She raised one hand and slammed it into the ground, shouting out the incantation to a golem spell at the same time. Kain was about to turn his head and say something when he saw her plant one hand on the ground without bending her knees, then scream in another language. As soon as the words began to leave her mouth, the hairs on the back of his neck prickled, obviously the magic gathering around her hand.[/i] "Aleviasos Gon. RAIH DONAI!" [i]Without batting an eyelid, she summoned up the entire ground beneath her to completely cut off each and every hunter that hadn't already entered the room. The stone and earth rippled unaturally, then sealed itself off. In addition to closing the only entrance, she also crushed at least twelve to death. With utterly normal skill, the two finished off the remaining hunters and cleaned themselves up. Kain said nothing until Zharra turned to face the exit the others had made.[/i] Kain: That spell you did.....it isn't... Zharra: It's a spell of my own. My bloodgift and my High Sorcery. Kain: Golems aren't pure magic.... Zharra: Not without a few equations added. It's highly complex, but it's a skill I was born with, therefore I can control. Kain: Anything else we should know about? Zharra: I killed more than you.[/color]

[color=royalblue]Our breath is cool, Visible in the embracing morning, Sunrise soon, But for now it is cold. Your hands are ice, Touching my own with respect, Love someday, But for now it is dark. My eyes are dawn, Coming into their light with time, Shine now, But I am not blinded.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]In full attire, armed with the bare essentials, Zharra had slipped out of sight and gone down the streets she knew the best. Her childhood had been spent in various cities around the world, she knew where to look. Many of them were the same. The downtowns were very very nice, until twilight. Without being seen by any law enforcement, she cooly climbed up the side of a run down buisness center and let herself in through a storage room window. She landed in a cat-like crouch, then rose to a standing position, brushing the dust from her sarong. Then, with patient smooth steps, she walked through the endless hall of filing cabinets and shelves. With slight interest, she opened one and read the contents. .....she opened another, then went on down through the files. Either these were excellent decoys or just examples of extremely bad security. She closed every file after commiting the numbers to memory. Then she turned her attention to the shelves and checked off the contents. Drugs. Definetly. She opened one container and sniffed. Then closed it without delay. Heroin. Absolutely disgusting. And incredibly valuable. She turned on her earing/trasmitter for once with a simple flick, then hoped someone would hear it.[/i] "Anyone out there?" "This is Liam." "Hi, it's me." "WHERE ARE YOU?!?" "I'm not positive yet, but I did find interesting files on Triad history and movement..... ....and quite a bit of heorin and opium. Why do you ask?" [i]There was a long muffled sigh, and Zharra smiled slightly.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][center] Self-Destruction[/center] ?They are gripped and shattered by something intrinsic to their own being,? writes literary critic Hegel in his Introductory Lectures On Aesthetics. This quote applies to the character Medea in Euripides?s classic Greek tragedy. Medea the sorceress and estranged wife of Jason was both broken and bound by what she was. As a servant to Hecate, the goddess of both night and witchcraft, she was pledged to serve the gods no matter the cost. In addition, she was a descendent of the sun god Helius. When Jason was undertaking the quest of the Golden Fleece, Medea was the one who enabled him to accomplish his goals,?I saved your life, and every Greek knows I saved it,?(16). Through her magic, she aided Jason in every task her father, King Aetes, set before him before earning the Golden Fleece itself. When it came down to the actual test, Medea was the one who paralyzed the guardian serpent of the fleece and allowed Jason to complete his quest. As if that wasn?t enough, she also journeyed to Iolcus alone and slew the evil king Pelias before he could take Jason?s glory away from him. Her faithfulness notwithstanding, Jason soon sought to fulfill his other interests. A soon as Jason left Medea for a royal bride, she was both hurt and incredibly furious. Not only had she left her own land, father, sister, and her birthright, she had done it all for someone she loved. Instead of being faithful to the woman he had married, Jason took another woman, the Princess Glauce of Corinth, for status, money, and job security. Completely ignoring the fact that he was married to Medea and even had two sons, he promised himself to Glauce. In Greece, Medea was displaced, with no home to call her own, ?When in misery I am cast out of the land and go into exile/Quite without friends and all alone with my children,?(17). That is, until her friend, King Aegus came for a visit and agreed to give her aid, should she need it. In the eyes of the Greeks, Medea was an outsider, a barbarian, and an outcast for her sorceress ways. To appease the laws of state and traditions, Jason acted out of both passion and duty. Not only was his new bride young and innocent, she also came with wealth and a position in the royal family. This seemingly capricious behavior infuriated Medea to almost no end. As a servant of the gods, she saw absolutely no gain in being Jason?s doormat. In this line of thinking, she plotted her revenge as the King of Corinth, Creon, asked her to leave his kingdom, ?Now, friends, has come the time of my triumph over/My enemies, and now my foot is on the road,?(25). To make him suffer adequately she had her children sent to the palace with poisoned gifts, designed to destroy Glauce. Like all of her other plans, she was successful, even more than she had planned. When Glauce died, her father, King Creon committed suicide, and Jason was both heartbroken and at a loss for money and status once more. Then, after blasting the joy from the royal house, she murdered her two sons, ?I know indeed what evil I intend to do/But stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury/Fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evil,?(35). All of this was done to strip Jason of all he possessed, bride, money, children, and the one woman that used her skills and wisdom to aid him in every way possible. Medea?s connection to the gods overrode her connection to an unfaithful husband. She killed her own flesh and blood, then used the machinery of the gods, departed to King Aegus?s land, and lived a life bereaved of joy. Destroyed in spirit but still alive, Medea was left with nothing but the corpses of her two sons and empty promises to herself to mourn them with honor. As atonement, she pledged to set up holy graves to the both of them in the name of Hera, goddess of children and motherhood. But while she did these things, the ex-love of her life was cut out of the picture that was her life. They were no longer together as a family. The gods power in Medea was what she owed her allegiance to. And in that, she did what she felt was due, what was inside her, inescapable and unchangeable. ~~~~~~~~~~ So, proofread this for me and make suggestions, it's for World Literature and Composition.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Zharra leapt to her feet, her garments flying around her body. Kiara turned to look at her. One moment, she was standing still, the next her weapon was in her hand, a bloodsword, glittering cold. Alice stared with interest. Not only had she called out her bloodsword from the recesses of the buildling, she had summoned it directly into her palm. Dainelle stood as well, the others quickly following suit.[/i] Zharra: ....hunters. I always wanted to meet one. Alice: They'll kill you! Zharra: No dear, I'm not THAT easy to kill....although I'm not infalliable. Danielle: Then perhaps it's time to run. Zharra: Then we should have a strategy. Diversion, then departure to [b]Egypt![/b] Damien: You and me stay, the others go. Kris: Decoy. I like it. [i]Zharra smiled and swung her sword experimentally, then whipped it around and did a full on Ariel. Danielle gave her an appraising look.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I really don't see much in it for me, aside from being able to drive anyone around at any time. That, and it also means I'll be 3 months away from graduating and getting into a UC. At the same time, by the time I'm 18, I'll also know which colleges have accepted me and which scholarships I recieved....so yes. It's all good. I'm in no major rush, I'm just cruising.[/color]

[color=royalblue]*beep* Now detecting bitterness in the vicinity.... 1: Get accepted to UC Irvine or better yet UC Los Angeles. 2: Graduate with a Master of Fine Arts degree in something. [can't tell for sure what I really want to do yet] 3: Get a degree of some sort in Dance, Choreography. 4: Fine the "One" 5: Marry the "One" 6: Start a family, the usual romantical stuff. Although that sounds fun.....really it does. 7: Travel, preferably before the family part.[/color]