Katana

[color=royalblue][size=1]So we can have fun with this? Seriously? All right! ^_^ *** [B]Name[/B]: Senka Hjorrdis [B]Age[/B]: 17 [B]Gender[/B]: Female [B]Appearance[/B]: [url=http://img347.imageshack.us/img347/791/wall1280x1024307se.jpg]Click.[/url] Oh, I am well-aware that the person in the picture is a boy, not a girl. But I seem to like making my female characters very un-girly. That, and I have a thing for chains. ^^;; [B]Personality[/B]: As mentioned above, Senka is a tomboy, thorugh and through. In battle her personality is usually rough, tough, and very jagged, ready to bite the head off of the next thing that tries to bug her. Otherwise, she's very laid back, loving to joke and lighten up unnaturally moody atmospheres. Therefore, she is prone to being hated and viewed as "childish" by those who set up the angsty situations. Still, even in relaxation mode, Senka is still sharp-tongued, and become quite moody when somebody barks out orders. (Ouch. She isn't going to like being led by somebody.) [u]Weapon of Faith[/u] [B]Appearance/Weapon Specifics[/B]: Kodachi Swords [url=http://makeashorterlink.com/?Y5832247B](Click!)[/url] The handles are black, but the light reflected off is more of a blue-silver. Also, when the kodachi is in "tube" form, it makes for a very handy, light-weight club. [B]Technique[/B]: Jigen-ryu - a style used in the manga version of Rurouni Kenshin. It's based on one-handed draws and cuts, which is good, seeing as how Senka typically has two swords. Jigen-ryu also mixes in a lot of turns and pivits. [B]Weapon Power[/B]: The one drawback (to Senka) of the kodachi is how short the actual blades are - shorter than a standard school ruler at 11.5 inches. Luckily for her, the blades can extend to the length of a standard katana (no horribly bad pun intended, my friends) on a split-second whim. Handy when she feels like shish-ka-bobbing opponents. [u]History[/u] [B]Bio[/B]: Senka grew up in a bustling city with two older brothers and two older sisters. Because her closest sibling was her two-years-older brother Yuro, Senka learned about the boys' side of the world than the girls' (probably about 55/45, really). Her eldest brother, Kaittu, started teaching her the art of swords when she was eight. Although far apart in age (he was teaching her at the age of 15), the two were undoubtly close. When Senka was ten, Kaittu was called off to fight in a bloody but short-lived war. (650,000 dead within the span of two months.) Unfortunately, he was one of the many to perish at the young age of 17. Since then, Senka vowed to live both her life and her brother's, which was when her appearance because nearly indistinguishable between male and female. [B]Character Snippet[/B]: Bare feet punched the ground as they ran. Heavy breathing. Heart pounding. I reached out my hand and - "TAG! YOU'RE IT!" I hollared at Yuro, snatching his collar. Immediately, we both collapsed onto the ground, panting. "Okay, fine, I'll show you," he huffed out. "No lie this time? You will seriously, honestly show me?" "Yeah yeah, I will. You've gotten pretty damn quick since the last time we ran like this." "Yep," was my succient reply. My eyes were scanning the sky above, splattered with the puffy white clouds. It was sometime in the late morning, because we had yet to eat lunch. Any minute now... "YURO! SENKA! Come in the house!" The two of us sat up in an instant, grinning at each other. We bolted for the house, racing yet again. Yuro won this time. "Sit...sit down," my mother told us, and we obeyed quickly, plopping down on the wooden bench designated for me, Yuro, and Kaittu at meal times. Within moments of sitting, I knew something was wrong. There was no smell of food, not even bread baking. Mother turned to face us, her eyes red and puffy, tears streaking down her face. "Kaittu is...Kaittu is..." But I knew what she was saying before she spoke the word. "...dead." "Oh...Mother!" Yuro bolted up as our mother broke out in sobs again. He hugged her tightly, not even loosening his grip after several minutes. But I sat there on the bench, a blank exression on my face. Kaittu...dead? The words were so far off and didn't seem possible. Death didn't happen to me. It happened to my friend's family, not ours. It was one of the last things I thought could ever happen. Without a word, I stood up and quietly walked outside again. My feet automatically carried me to the small patch at the side of our house where Kaittu had taught me the art of swords. There, laying on top of the pratice stick, was his ripped up and dirt-streaked tunic, smeared with rusty patches of blood. I sat down, my stomach churning with fire and dread. Slowly, I picked up the tunic and pressed it on my face. His smell still lingered there, the familiar scent I knew only as Kaittu. " - AND THAT BLOODY SISTER OF YOURS WON'T EVEN BREAK A TEAR!" [i]But I am, Mother...[/i] I thought as my tears soaked the tunic of my brother that would never return. *** I think that's the most effort I've ever put into description post before. Woo...[/size][/color]

[color=royalblue][size=1]The banner, aka, Kat Had Too Much Fun With Filters/New Tools, aka, Patchwork. o_O;; It's a little small, which kept irking me, but otherwise, I think it's okay. ^^;; [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=23921&stc=1[/img] If you want anything changed, just say the magic words and this banner monkey will go change it. -.-;;[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Alright! You guys rock! Thanks for giviing me a set, Who Am I?, but they weren't exactly what I was in the neighborhood for. So thanks a ton Epsilon. ^^ Spiffiginarlicles! It's now accompanied by a MegaTokyo quote. XD ... My thoughts are seriously screwed up. o_O;;[/color][/size]

[color=royalblue][size=1]Ahh, time for a change for Kat. And it's been a while. >.> But it's no fun to make your own, naaah, you gotta make a request. ^^ Anyways, I'm in the neighborhood for an FLCL banner featuring Haruko. I really don't mind what images you use on it, just something cool and showing off her sheek personality. As for words, I'd like it to say "And then came me." (Yes, with a period. No quotation marks. >.>) For the avi, something along the lines of a head or upper torso shot, with the words "Tomboy Extrodinare" (sp? Dunno...) on it. Thanks in advance, though I'll thank you later. XD[/size][/color]

[color=royalblue][size=1]Yo! I tried to search for that Dirge of...of...nevermind, I'm not even a Final Fantasy fan. ^^;; But I couldn't come up with any decent images. So I found some pretty nifty pictures, and not the one of him standing and holding the gun. You see that everywhere. >.>[/size][/color] [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=23904&stc=1[/img] [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=23905&stc=1[/img] Those are those...tell me if you need them changed or...whatever. XD

[size=1][color=royalblue]Ahh, what better way to get back into banner/avi making by creating some avatars of the handsome dog youkai? ^_^ I hope the 150x80 one is the one chosen. :animestun The other, I don't like, but hey, whatever. =.=;;[/color][/size] [img]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=23895&stc=1[/img] [img]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=23896&stc=1[/img]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Chair legs are handy, I see. [quote] I shall now go into further detail unless you choose not to read any longer, which I wouldn?t blame you if you did because things are about to get terribly boring. [/quote] Ehehehe... The article was great, DW-kun, and it does sound like something you would find on a blog. Actually, to me, it sounds more like something one of my friend's would write. Waffle-chan loves to rant. >.> You know, maybe theOtaku.com should have an articles section for the web. THAT would be entertaining. But then...eh...that would take some serious judging 'n stuff and... Eh. Yes. *salutes and walks off*[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Amongst the confusion, Cade shoved her way through a crowd. Oddly enough, they were going in the opposite direction of her. "Joel! HEY JOEL!" she yelled above the uproar. Joel's head popped its way in her direction. "Cade? What's up? Cade finally made her way to Joel. She took in a deep breath. "Nice to see some leadership," she grunted. "But I think you need sa'more organization." "What do you mean?" Cade's eyes quickly scanned the horizons. "There was a game I used to play as a kid," she said. "One of the tactics was to spot the weak point of defense and hit that way." "Stickball?" "Yeah. So I'm gonna go off to Balor's Tower over there - " Cade pointed to the tallest point of the Guild. Balor's Tower was located in the exact center of the Guild and had a perfect range of the entire area. "- and figure out the weak defense and shuffle the people. Okay later bye!" "Hey wait -" Joel wasn't able to say another word, seeing as how his target had already sped off. The Guild hallways were unusally quiet. No movement could be detected. An eerie silence had blanketed every square inch, every nook and crany. If it wasn't for the fact that she knew everyone was outside (or six feet under), Cade would've thought the building had been abandoned. Her footsteps echoed in the marble chambers, off the high-pitched ceilings. The echo seemed to last for hours...they never stopped because they had nothing to absorb them. Finally, a narrow sprial staircase came into view. The staircase had been pitched in a large room, measuring somewhere around 40x40 feet. Twelve stone pillars circled the staircase, shooting up to the ceiling - where they stopped but the stairs kept going. "Crap, I forgot just how high it was," Cade grumbled before taking the first step. If it wasn't for the fact that she had trained to be a high-endurance warrior, she would've died right there. [i]Forty-three minutes later[/i]... [i]Clank. Clank. Clank.[/i] "Oh my God, I made it..." A huge gust of wind blasted Cade in the face. She grinned. "Aw man, this is great!" She skipped to a ledge and looked down. The people below were just tiny dots. But Balor's Tower was only one-hundred and twenty-one feet in the air. But? "Okay, now, let's see..." Cade muttered to herself, observing the little ants below.[/color][/size]

[color=royalblue][size=1]How To Ruin the Moment: [i]...until they realized the Headmistress wasn't coming.[/i] Katana: "OH NO!" *starts pounding screen* "NOOOO!!!" -------------------------------------- "Where the frick are they all coming from?" Cade practically screamed, swinging the thin blade like a stick and whaping off three or four skeletons in a stroke. That power came at a price...she had just missed knocking the heads off of other students as well. "If I didn't know the consequences of transformation - IE, being naked, ready to puke, and earthquake-like headache, I [b]would[/b] go and look!" Lyaeve hollared from her perch on the top of the north tower. Her bow was glowing in bright lavender and arrows kept coming and coming from it. Cade, who was now facing back-to-back with Cairn, was swinging her weapon in a more precise fashion - a move that cut in a semi-circular shape, but being less effective. Yet, countless students had flooded to the walls to aid in the attack, and soon, the skeletons were at a ratio of 1 to 3. And then, randomly, Cade started singing. "OH YE OLD EAGLE FLY, FLY FLY AWAAAAAY!!!" She paused and sent a couple dozen skelies to the dust. "BRANDISH THE SWORD OF GOOOOOOLLLLD! AID THY MEN IN YOUR WAAAAAAAAAY!!!" Her intentional off-key singing wasn't quite expected. Those uneducated in olden-day music wouldn't recongnize the tune: It had been some old wartime march, way back about a hundred years ago or so. Still, Cade's chorus was met with Cairn's, hopefully-intentional, equally-bad-singing. The two grinned insanely, swinging their weapons dangerously and watching as bones flew off as they shattered from their bodies. Their numbers became less. And then, off in the distance, a gruff, dust-like voice hollared, "RETREAT!" Whatever remaining skeletons on the walls jumped up to the precipices and leapt off. Students watched in awe as the bones collided into the earth, but never sprout back up. "Suicide?" Allison wondered, still focusing on the ground. "I...don't think so," Kojiroh said slowly. "Their skeletons, right?" He was awaiting a response, or at least a nod, but didn't get any. He sighed. "Yeah, okay, they are. So if they break apart by choice...by comitting a like-suicide...I think they're okay. But if broken apart by an outside force, then...err, no. They're not." The information was followed with murmurs of "I guess so" and "Yeah, sounds right". Lyaeve scaled down the roof of the north tower, landing neatly on the stone landing. She joined Cade, Cairn, and Allison, all of whom were now staring off into the distance, eyes hard. "They're coming back," Allison muttered. "Yeah, that voice said retreat, not give-up..." Lyaeve said softly. Carin slapped a hand to his forehead. "We're royally screwed," he said, and the three stared at him with confused interest. "The Headmistress has kicked the bucket. There's hardly any teachers in this school cut for the job. Nobody posesses the wide-range of abilities she had." "Screw the Headmistress!" Cade shouted angrily, causing several to stare. "We're on our own now! That's what we've been trained to do - rely on ourselves and nobody else!"[/size][/color]

[color=royalblue][size=1]OOC: Ah man, you TOTALLY ripped from your first D&D session. T_T The stone? Unoriginal, my chum. XD --------------------------------- Cade was racing in those damp hallways, her shoes praddling softly against the ground. She made nothing but a [i]woosh woosh[/i] noise as she ran. Her body was tucked low, her flowing sleeves and trenchcoat-like shirt wafting behind. Suddenly, Cade collided into a wall when she didn't cut the corner in time. "HOLY EFFIN' SHIT-ake! Shitake!" Cade quickly chided herself. She leapt up and continued going, but skidded to a more graceful halt at an intersection. There was Lyaeve...nude. Seriously butt-naked, with no decency - the girl wasn't even wearing underwear! But her body was quavering, clutching one hand to her head, looking as if to vomit. Cade's eyes widened upon the realization... "Transformation," she whispered, her eyes wide. She had read about it in the library - for fun, in those books the teachers told you not to read but she had read anyways - and thought nothing of it. Maybe a head mage could do it. Maybe. But [i]Lyaeve?[/i] "God dammit, there's something weird about that girl..." Cade murmured. But instead of going after the newly-found nudist, Cade slid into the hallway at right. (Picture it like this: +. She's at the bottom, Lyave's at the top. Get it?) She peeped her head out and was startled to see that Lyaeve had disappeared...but then she returned with a rather translucent, toga-like article of clothing on her. Translucent, but at least it covered up - AHEM! - yes. Minutes dragged by. She thought she heard Lyaeve let out a muffled cry of shock...or maybe it was her imagination. Cade tapped her foot impatiently. There was a friggin' [i]battle[/i] going on outside. She [i]had[/i] to be at that fight. Just [i]had[/i] to... Silence. An eerie, startling silence that made the hairs on Cade's neck shoot up. She stepped into the intersection and ran down the hallway. The hallway of the headmistress, she now noticed. Cade skidded to a stop in front of her office and - Well, let's say scraming bloody murder didn't compare to what [i]she[/i] yelled. There on the desk lay the upper-half of the headmistress's body, soaked in blood. But even moring surprising (somehow) was the fact that the best mage at the Guild was crumpled on the floor, a stray brick laying nearby. "Lyaeve? Hey suck-up..." Cade poked the body. Lyaeve flinched, so Cade kept poking. And poking. And poking. And poking. And poking. And poking. And poking. And poking. And poking. And poking. And poking. And poking. And poking. And poking. And poking. And poking. "WILL YOU STOP PLKING ME YOU EFFIN MORONIC TURD?!?!?!!!?" Cade stopped and broke out in laughter at the furious Lyaeve. "[i]Turd?[/i] Is that the [i]best[/i] you could come up with?"[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Cade was still pissed, but what could she do? Besides try to track down Allison - which was rather pointless, seeing as how there were...were...uh, a lot of people at the Guild. It just wasn't worth the energy. A squirrel, half-dead, scuttled by. It made it to the corner before popping and clanking to the ground as an arrow. Cade raised an eyebrow, but Joel soon walked out of the classroom, looking satisfied with himself. Suddenly he broke down and crumpled to the floor. Lyaeve rushed to his aid while Cade made ((haha, that rhymes! XD)) her getaway. The building, although crammed with students, was full of empty places. The next class wasn't to start for at least half an hour...so there was time to kill. Cade quickly sauntered into an empty stretch of hallway. Upon coming to a door, she stuck her index finger into the lock, called upon some minimal magic, and popped the door open. On either side of the room were torches, lighting up the space. The light cast dark shadows on the various weapons and armor. Cade walked the way of the room, carefully observing the various war items perched on shelves or hung to walls. She was interested in finding a small blade, like...a dagger. Or a switchblade. Both sounded good...but then again, the switchblade was a tempting offer. The weapon was rather new to the land, and so far it had only found use as a protection device for ladies. They were more convient in the fact that you could hide one in a pocket, since the blade flicked back into the handle. "Aha, see, switchblades," Cade murmured, grinning and running her fingertips along the small rack of the blades. She was looking for something in particular...one with a silver butt, leather handle, and steel blade. It would look sheek. She finally found one like her mental image and pocketed the item before sliding across the floor and back out into the hallway. Cade returned to the hallway of the archery/magic class, half expecting to see Lyave hanging around the mage and pestering him for more advanced spellbooks. But she did not, finding instead just an empty hallway. Empty...kind of like her friend count.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue] You probably hate me by now. XD But I took a crack at the banner since I liked the star image so much. [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=23022[/img] So wha'cha think? Dat enough lavender for ya, Aiyanna-chan? ^_^[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue][QUOTE]All I know about the Illini this year is that someone (I think Ohio State) handed them their ***es a few weeks ago, bursting their no-losing streak, and their egos.[/QUOTE] Ahaha...AHAHAHAAA!!! My friend, that was their ONLY loss in their ENTIRE season! And even then, it wasn't a dramatic one. So pretty much, one loss didn't kill their egos. Sure, it would kinda sting if you were on a huge winning streak and lost a game - but the stingingness goes away quickly once you get back up on that streak again. So really, it's not right to say that their egos were busted, seeing as how they're playing against North Carolina tonight in the FINAL of the NCAA. And in all truth, I'm not much of a college basketball fan, but I'm glad the Illini are out and kicking ***, proving that Illinois can actually do something. Speaking of schools...I plan to go to Northern in five years...I'm fairly surprised nobody mentioned that ('cause the school rocks and is harder to get in to than numerous other colleges *takes out mystical credits sheet*). XD Anyways...GO ILLINI!!![/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]"Brat," Cade muttered under her breath as Allison cooly took a drink of water. She leaned against a wall, waiting for the girl to finish her drink. Once Allison's head stooped up, she faced the freaky wrath of Cade. "WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!?!" Cade yelled. Several people stared at her, and Allison went bug eyed at the sudden attack. "What are you talking about?" Allison shot, her composure quickly regained. Two of her fingers were idly twitching against a dagger sheath. Cade took a step forward, jabbing a finger at the dagger-obsessor. Man, what she wouldn't give for some small weapon at the moment. Then she would've looked more threatening. "You don't just knock somebody to their back just 'cause they bumped into you! This is a frickin' [i]school[/i]; those things happen! And this hallway is always so flippin' crowded!" Cade snorted. "Best katana and dagger handeler, huh? My ass. You, as a swordsman, should know that politeness comes before pride." Allison yawned. "You done with your lecture yet?" Cade could've blown a gasket. "YOU SHOULD LISTEN YOU SELF-RIGHTEOUS BIT-" She was cut off by Lyaeve, whom had Cade's ear in a very tight pinch. "Hey now, don't wanna get expelled for foul language, do ya..." she said, a smug smile on her face. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?! Can't you see I'm teaching the brat a lesson?" "What brat?" Cade slowly turned her head. Allison was gone. "Holy freakin' crap..." Pause. "IT'S YOUR FAULT!!!" she hollared at Lyaeve, who smiled and released Cade's ear.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]*is seen silently laughing in a corner* ---------------------------------------- The speech was long and tiring. Finally, she finished, much to the delight of numerous students. Cade never really did care about the speeches; all one had to do was stare at the Headmistress, nod every now and then, but really think about something else. Like killing a straw dummy. Or butterflies. Or walking on walls. Or something off topic. Students stood up, and Cade followed. The "prick" that had sat across from her remained silent and fallen. Truth be told, she didn't mean to be that rude to the guy but, well, that was her anit-socialism kicking in. Very hard too. She wandered the hallways, knowing her first class wasn't for at least thirty minutes, and outside to boot. Magic, actually. Cade was pumped, she really really wanted to show up some classmate today. Seeing as how she was already pissed at Lyaeve, she would be today's target. The sun was blinding and would've killed one that wasn't ready for it. Cade was still wandering, her feet taking her aimlessly...nowhere. She entertained herself mildly by moving her arms, hands, and fingers, observing the shadows the various positions created. Very handy they would become for drawing. Then, an all-to-familiar voice shattered her happy place. "Why are you following me?" Lyaeve snapped. Cade froze and growled to herself. She pivoted on her right foot to face her. "HA! Why in the name of hell would I be following YOU? You, you..." Okay, she was now all out of words, and she had already used prick today. "...suck-up!" Lyaeve was taken aback - not by insult, but by how corny the word choice had been. "Suck-up?" She laughed. "Could you not come up with anything more insulting?" "Can't. Already used prick today. Not too much fun using the same name twice." Cade paused. "Bitch wouldn't be suiting to you, or jackass, or anything like that." The "suck-up" cocked an eyebrow, but remained silent. A series of chimes suddenly broke the silence. Both Cade and Lyaeve turned their heads in the direction of the sound. The head mage was now calling the class to gather and begin.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]A bell tolled from somewhere in the stone building. A low, ominous tone that echoed throughout all the corridors, indoor classrooms, and dormitories. Heads peeped out from doors as a figure seemed to glide across the smooth marble floors. ?It?s the Headmistress! The Headmistress is here!? Her lean figure was draped in a thin purple cloak that shimmered in what small light was emitted by candles and mosaic windows. A pure white tunic and breeches were underneath, a gold-tweed riding skirts framing her waist. Her skin, tan, her complexion, smooth, her face, indecipherable. She suddenly stopped, turning on her heel to face the students staring at her. They jerked their heads back at the sudden change of motion. ?What are you doing?? she hollered at them. ?FOLLOW!? And, with that, the day began. Cadeillina Nivera lay lazily in bed, watching the dust bubbles in her eyes float away and back. She had heard the bell, but didn?t quite feel like moving from that cozy bed. Her hands were tucked behind her head and feat were wrapped are the front of her waist. It would?ve taken the bell to be in the room itself for her to leap from that spot and hurry to the mess hall for breakfast Well, apparently another girl worked instead. Her flaming chestnut hair tied into a tight ponytail, Lyaeve, the one-most-likely-to-have-highest-honors-in-magic, popped her head into the room and yelled at Cade. ?GET UP! C?mon, the Headmistress is here!? To herself, she mumbled, ?Squirt.? It was only after she said those words did she remember the fact that the ?squirt? was an inch taller than she. Oh well, she was older. ?Screw you,? Cade replied bitterly. To prove she wasn?t following Lyaeve?s orders, she waited a minute before hopping out of the bed. All she had to do while standing was link on a few belts and off she went, Lyaeve following behind ? ten feet behind. The smell of meat, particularly bacon, wafted through the air as the two, still a huge distance apart, neared the mess hall. Soon, the clanking of forks against plates and goblets against tables was heard. The hall was already filled with students, but since the Guild was built with a bigger crowd in mind, many tables still remained half-filled or empty. Just as the two sat down ? mind you, miles apart from each other ? the Headmistress stood up from her spot and clanked her glass. When that got no one?s attention, she launched a jet of fire into the air, nearly colliding with the stature of the found of the Guild. The hall went silent. Many held their utensils in mid-air. ?Ahem. So nice of you to grow silent without much force.? -------------------------------------- With the mess hall...imagine a bunch of small tables with a long one spanning the entire width of the room at front. Kinda like those hotels with free breakfasts. Or...not. >.>[/color][/size]

[color=royalblue][size=1]YAAAY!!! We've got seven people now! =^.^= More can still sign-up...this is one of those half-way, tell-the-signees-you-still-exist posts. >.> I'm glad to see you guys have grasped the humor aspect of this...because there are way too many serious RPGs these days. :animesigh I'll get this thing rollin' tonight. I imagine more people will sign up overnight 'n stuff, so it won't be that binding. So, um, yes! Happy trails! -.-;;[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Damn Aiyanna, you sound like you were on a sugar high...>.> [b]Name:[/b] Cadeillina Nivera - prefers to be called her nickname, Cade [b]Age:[/b] 16 (Youngest in her classes due to a late birthday) [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Appearance:[/b][URL=http://ftp.gameshot.net/gameshot/Screenshot/review/2004_05/MagnaCarta/Magnacarta_Ilust_04.jpg]Clickith![/URL] Her pants full cover her legs though. T_T;; [b]Personality:[/b] She almost has alter-ego. Her first side is quiet and rather anti-social, but this is the one she uses around people who don't know her. But her friends know Cade as a loud, brash, crafty person. Luckily, both of her egos are intelligent. Cade is extremely proud and hates admitting her mistakes. She gets ticked at people who like to point out her errors time and time again. [b]Area of Strength:[/b] Quite possibly the best sword fighter the Guild has seen, whether male or female. She takes her melee stuides seriously and sees no room for imcompetence or error. Cade is somewhat good at her magic, which is surprising, since most melee fighters find magic a burden. Bottom line is, she's horrible with a bow, since she doesn't have the patience for aiming and constantly re-loading. [b]Aura Color: [/b] A rich cerulean with silver as the highlights. Pretty. :3 [b]Height:[/b] 5'6" [b]Weight:[/b] 122 (More with the muscle mass, since she's obsessed with swords) [b]Preferred Weapon:[/b] One-handed blade like...a katana. Must keep the other hand free for whatever random purpose comes about. (She's experimenting with spears, though.) [b]Came to the Guild:[/b] Cade was often teased in her village about her preference of boys-over-girls stuff. The village women were somewhat disgusted by this girl dressing in breeches and blouses over dresses, and, at one point, her mother threatened to chop off Cade's right arm (her favored arm) so she couldn't practice swords anymore. One night, she decided enough was enough, and ditched the town at only twelve. She ended up staying at the Guild until she was old enough to train there. After a six year hiatus, Caede's sword skills were rather rusted, so she had virtually no advantage over anyone else. Need...more...members![/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]It's with adventure and stuff. But funny. Partners In Crime: Katana and Aiyanna ------------------------ :: Deep male narrator voice:: The clashing of swords rang throughout the clearing as each member of the class practiced parrying and offensive manevours with each other. The enemy: The classmate. The REAL enemy: The instructor - distributor of grades. Occasional bolts of magic flew over the heads of the melee class as one of the students accidentally lost control of their power. After giving the student a quick whsp on the head, the mage waved his hand and cancelled the spell. And of course, there was the [i]thud. Thud thud thud thud thud[/i] of arrows as they rained upon their targets: Various straw dummies with obvious red bullseyes on them. They were nothing more than grass pin cushions for the arrows that pierced their forms. The classes ranged from seven to twenty. The student's ages ranged from as young as fifteen to as old as twenty-one - although there were very few that old. Those were the ones that had failed more than once. Instructors were young and old alike, both men and women, each sharply skilled in their area of teaching. The Guild of Beginngs is set on an island that is nestled peacefully between two branches of a great river that ran to the north and to the south. The area surrounding the school is to one side dense green forests of great grandfatherly trees that towered to extraordinary heights, and to the other side wide open hilled grasslands, that stretches in emerald green waves towards the horizon. Many seek shelter in this island haven, and others come in search of knowledge and wisdom. Many things are taught at the Guild of Beginnings, but all of these teachings centered around the need for unity and the hope for peace, and though many people do come, only a few ever leave ::cackle::....Nah, just screwin with ya! But anyways, you have come here seeking training as a student, to learn the arts of sword, bow, magic and books. In your last year you will persue the skills that will best suit you in your future career. ::clears throat:: Yeah...it's a short explanation. What do you expect, a novel? ********************************** SIGN UPS! YAY! Here are a few of the sign up regulations...and what we need from ya'll in your bio magigger. 1.) Your age has to be between 15 and 19. (yes, we realized the age limit was 21, but you don't want to be an idiot do you?) 2.) WE REQUIRE PROPER SPELLING, MECHANICS, USAGE AND GRAMMAR! Whoa...sounds like school again. >

[color=royalblue][size=1]"You'll pay, eh?" Nyx popped in, grinning broadly. Jordan slammed his head into the table and said something, but it was muffled out. "Don't take advantage of him...that much," Maya said, clicking her tongue disapprovingly at the freshman. Of course, it was more sarcastic than anything. "But he's offereing food! FOOD!" Nyx shrieked, and several people stared at her. Maya just karate chopped the kid in the head and walked to the counter. "Orrrrrroooo..." Nyx muttered, the floor spinning below her. Then, a pair of feet ran by her vision. Bare feet. "Hey, what the-" She shot up, causing blood to rush to her head and get her dizzy again. But that definetly wasn't a normal kid - the legs were transparent. [i]"The shaman..."[/i] Nyx now thought, sitting still and letting her blood flow evenly again. [i]"Is somebody summoning spirits? That girl - how'd she get to be the way she is? She must've died...but how?"[/i] A fire or a car accident was the most likely answer, obviously. Obviously. "I didn't know wha'cha wanted, so I had to guess," Maya's voice said suddenly. Nyx popped up from the ground and quickly snatched the cheeseburger. "Mine," she hissed before shoving it into her mouth.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=royalblue]"I can't quite say," Nyx shurgged, grinning. "Nyx means night sky in Greek, which I think is pretty nifty. I love being outdoors, and I'm kinda nocturnal. My parents wanted to name me something different and kinda...majestic, I guess...and named me Nyx." She paused. "But once I got older - around ten - they started acting rather paranoid about me." "Was it, like, graduale or...?" "Yeah, it was fairly graduale. At first, it was small sutff, like resticting TV and internet times - mind you, I busted those about fifty times over - but then it shifted into my academic life. I couldn't do any sports. Everything I did had to somehow contribute to the school. So I can pretty much do only art and music stuff." "That blows," Jordan replied, shifting his eyes towards the game and back. "Uh-huh." "You...not much of a conversationalist?" "That's a big word, ya know," Nyx joked in a serious tone, and Jordan cocked an eyebrow. "Ehh...?" "Oh gawd, another Canadian," she muttered, then burst on a grin. "But answering your question earlier; yeah, I do talk and speak and stuff, unlike -" she shifted a glance at Kin-ha, then mentally whacked herself for being rude. "Yeah." "...Yeah." There was an uncomfortable silence, and the two went back to watching the game. Nyx began wondering when J.B. would be up, or when she would see him, or when...well, when his existence was actually acknowedlged. Then suddenly, she blushed. She was siting next to a boy...and he was flirting with her. She wasn't naive - or innocent (since the two usually went together) - like Jordan probably thought she was. He was just doing it for kicks, nothing more. Ah well.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Nyx woke up the next morning to the tune of "Living Inside the Shell", right at the part with Steve Conte going [i]Wake up - I hear a voice, hear a voice callling out to me, I see inside, see the light now ever holding me[/i]. She groggily turned her eyes to the alarm clock beside her bed, and nearly had a heart attack. "Kuso kuso kuso!" she swore, tearing the sheets away and scrambling into whatever happened to reach her hand's skin first. It turned out to be sleevelss button-up shirt, kahki colored, and baggy carpenter jeans. Nyx jammed her feet into sandels, ran through the hallway, romped down the stairs, and bolted to her garage, throwing her clothes into the open-door of the laundry machine. On her bike, she pedaled mad, the rubber of the wheels whirring at the speed. Once the ballfields came into view, Nyx leapt off the bike, going from the seat to over the handlebars and front wheel. She cut the "tumbling-the-ground" part short and took off at breakneck speed, wincing slightly as she heard her bike crash into a lightpost. The bleachers weren't as full as Nyx thought they would be, surprisingly. She looked at the billboard posted at one edge of the ballfield and heaved a sigh of relief - only the bottom of the third. She scanned the bleachers for any signs of her new friends and found them - but, of course, at the very top and the exact middle. "What better way to greet 'em then by freaking them out?" Nyx muttered, grinning rather sadistically. She ran to the back of the beachers and began her climb, one hand over the other, her feet perched at strange angels at times, until she could see the tail of Maya's hair. "Hyurr wouldn't hurt a soul!" Maya's cheerful voice said. There came footsteps - obviously heard, since they made the metal make a twangy noise - and then Maya's voice changed from cheerful to curiously. "What the - What's going on?" Nyx didn't wait for whatever answer was to come from whomever Maya had addressed. She instead summoned up some more strength to her arms and pulled herself up, swung her legs over the ledge, and bumped down next to a wide-eyed Jordan. "Yo," she said casually, looking at the baseball field.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]"Anyways, thanks for the human interaction," Jordan said to Rebecca, streching her head over her shoulder. "Don't ask me where Myrtle disappeared to, but...judging by her expression and actions..." "Yeah," Rebecca replied quietly. "Woman life sucks." "I'll back you up there." She smiled while Jordan strode off, a goofy grin on her face. "I'm ditching the rest of school," Jordan said. "Sad fact number 1: I've never done it before. Sad fact number 2: My mp3 player just ran outta batteries...dah-mmit..." Her footsteps tapped away in the hallway. She had this funny feeling, like Rebecca was staring her down or buring holes into her uniform or...something like that. "Wonder if Senpai would be pissed if I bugged his class," Jordan muttered as she passed the stairwell. She paused five paces after the entrance. "Maybe..." Her grin had faded off, but soon popped back on. She walked backwards and hopped down the steps, the sound echoing in the stairwell in a strange, twangy-like noise. Finally, at the bottom where Senpai's classroom was located. Jordan stared at the door, thinking she would burn a hole into it if she tried hard enough. She worked up the guts and cracked the door open a little bit and - lo and behold - Senpai was staring one of the students down. "Damn, that guy's freaky," she muttered, carefully closing the door. She looked around, in that little, dim hallway, hoping to find something to keep her entertained for at least two minutes. "Nope, can't think of nothing...Wait! That's a double negative! which means I CAN think of something! Damn, I really need to stop being so frickin' psycho..." Half-expecting Senpai to burst out of the door, Jordan trekked back up the stairs, whining to herself about how her music player had sucked the life out of its batteries. "Hey, do you have a quarter?" Myrtle's voice asked. Surprisingly, Leo's replied. "Yeah...I think...Wait...um..." Jordan half-heartidly passed by, scraping her eyes acoss the scene. She reached a hand into her pocket and flipped out a coin, hearing it sing as it hit the ground. "One good deed a day," she muttered, shoving both her hands into her pockets. She began flipping the change in one pocket and capping/re-capping a pen in the other. "Sad fact number 3: How to entertain myself."[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Not a sound. Not a word. Not a movement. Yeah, that was probably the best way to describe films class, Jordan thought as she trekked up the stairs, her music player going at full blast. Even in the noisy hallway, not a peep could be heard as long as she had on those Sony MDR W08 headphones. Yesss, she thought again to herself, I love to shamelessly advertise products I'm not affiliated with. So, seriously, what educational value had come out of film class? That teachers [i]can[/i] be weirdos? That staring contests can replace lectures? That...that...Well, that was it. That was it. Only those things had come from the class. Rather...pathetic. "And he took all that effort to write Senpai in its original decency," Jordan muttered, heading towards her locker. The bell had rung; it was way past second period...maybe she would just skip the rest of the day. Afterall, she [i]had[/i] arrived late, and her presence in class went practiclly unnoticed by Senpai. Senpai. Sen...pai. It sounded more like a familiar nickname rather than a formal title. With a sigh, Jordan opened up the locker and stared within its metallic depths, also lined with textbooks and old scraps of paper and - her prize - a 103% on an algebra test. Nothing. Noth...ing. "Okay, I'm officaly psychotic," Jordan said outloud, getting some odd looks from a few hooky students. She shrugged them off and continued staring at her locker. The [i]squeegee[/i] sound of a permanent marker. [i]Psssshhhh[/i] as it glided over some smooth surface. Small, [i]scritch[/i] noises as its user put in careful detail. Then came the squeeling of younger students and the [i]clack[/i]ing of their shoes, a grunt, and shoes as they piveted against the cheap tiles. "Ehhh...?" Jordan wondered, peeping her head out form the protection of the metal locker door. Hey, it was that one girl - ah, what was her name? Oh yah, Mrytle. That was it. The one that had spent the entire class period having a staring contest with Senpai. She, apparently, was playing hooky as well. Or maybe she was just spacing out. Either way, it was a fellow film class student who - either by luck or the will of Hell - was close enough in locker space. Myrtle went back to working on...whatever she had been working on. Jordan suddenly coughed, banged her head on her locker door, and then fell to the ground. She lay there, sprawled out, for roughly five seconds. Then came the clacking of somebody's shoes, and Jordan just popped up from the ground. She rubbed her head and glanced to see the person. Myrtle (obviously). "You alright?" she asked, looking from the locker to Jordan to the locker again. "Yeah,"Jordan replied, sticking her tongue out and smiling. "I've got a head as thick as concrete." She paused. "I'm not dense." "Um...yeah," was all Myrtle said slowly. "Er...yeah. Well, thanks for taking some concern in my stupidity, Myrtle-san." "...san?" "Well, ya...you seem older than me...I guess..." She paused. "God, am I horrible at conversations..." ----------------------------------------- Go human interaction![/color][/size]

[size=1][color=royalblue]I really need to post some more. And stop being overlly hyper. :animestun ---------------------- "A baseball game, eh?" Nyx said to herself as she walked along the mis-made sidewalk. Slabs of concrete stuck up here and there, caring not at who wad doomed to trip and crack their skulls open on them. "My parents'll flip when they find out what I'm doing." She smiled. "But it would be nice to see them flip-out again and point out just how ridiculous they are." J.B. That was his name. Sort of like P.B. that way (You know, peanut butter? ...) Nyx was about to lapse into one of her rather-frequent "deep thought" modes where she tuned out the world, but a chilled tapping on her shoulder stopped her. With a sigh, Nyx turned around and was met, face-to-face, with what appeared to be a black shape of gas. Violet-colored eyes stared back at her. "Yeah? What?" "Hey, Nyx..." the Spirit said in a watery voice, "I need yer help." "What for?" she asked as she began to walk towards her house again. "Well," the Spirit replied, drifting along side her, "There's been these weird disturbances on the Mortal Plane recently. And some strange rumors in the Underworld." "'bout what?" Nyx wondered lazily. Talking to this Spirit - even if it [i]was[/i] the one that had saved her life - was extremely boring at times. "Something about ghosts inhabiting a body...like, a lot of them...in one body." "Yeah? And? So?" "Yer...yer not alarmed?" "Pfft, naaah. Probaly some shaman in Indonesia or sommin'." "But they say he's young -" "A young shaman in training," Nyx quickly fired back. She pivited on her foot to face the Spirit. "Ya mind not bugging me about these stupid things? I've got more to think about-" "Like the three boys you've met today?" The Spirit hissed in laughter. "...If you were solid, you'd [i]dead[/i]," Nyx replied, her tone shaking from anger slightly. "No, it's not about those boys at all, but I [i]will[/i] admit, none of them were half-bad." "So you [i]do[/i] like them." "Naaah. But this group of kids and me - there were two girls there too - went into this whole monologue about ghosts 'n stuff. I was hurled into a bookcase, too." She paused. "One girl left, and so did another guy. Then I left to get home. Now if you don't MIND, I need to GET there!" "A'right, a'right...so much for gratitude..." With her back still turned on the Spirit, Nyx replied, "That happened four years ago, okay?" She stormed to her house and entered via the garage, dumping her backpack right next to the door and thumping up a flight of stairs to her room. "Nyx," her mother said before she reached the stairs, "How'd school go?" "Aye, fine," Nyx said monotonously, heaving a fake yawn. "You missed the bus. Even then, you're late if you were walking. What happened?" Standing right in the passage to the hallway made a great escape if things went wrong. "I helped one of the tennis girls practice, then I went to the library to -" she had to think quickly "- meet some friends." "New friends, dear?" "Yeah, we met during...lunch." She was now lieing through her teeth. But she really didn't care. "And then we agreed to meet in the library after school. One of the guys -" "There were boys?" "[i]Yes mom[/i], there were boys. I go to a [i]segregated school[/i] the last time I checked. But anyways, one of 'em invited us to his baseball game tomorrow." At her mother's rather horrified look, she added, "I told him I'd go." Now was time for Nyx's great escape. She slipped through the passage and romped up the stairs as yells soon followed.[/color][/size]