Annie

[color=darkslategray][size=1][b]"Fine, I'll race you,"[/b] Trix hung her thumbs in her front pockets, tugging her Daisy Dukes further down her hips. [b]"Cool, what are we going to wager?''[/b] Nate snickered, slowly pacing around Trix. [b]"You want to race, you make the wager. You know the rules,"[/b] Trix cocked her hip. Nate's fingers traced Trix's shoulder. Everyone in the parking lot grew restless, they started revving engines, whooping and shouting in anticipation. Every racer knew Trix didn't race, and to see her do it was a rare occurance, one not to be passed by. [b]"Trixy, kick his ass!"[/b] a member from a new gang shouted. [b]"Hmph,"[/b] Nate chuckled, [b]"Fine. I wager..a confession. Truethful and serious. If I win, I get the confession." "A confession? Of what?"[/b] Trix faced Nate, her face furrowed in curiousity. [b]"Your confession. I need to know, girl." "Know what?"[/b] Trix walked backwards towards her truck. Nate followed, [b]" You know exactly what I'm talking about." "Oh, I do?" "Yes,"[/b] Nate's face neared Trix's as her back pressed against the Lightning. [b]"What if I win?"[/b] Trix winked. [b]"Then, you don't have to tell me anything. But, that's not an option, you won't win."[/b] The two stared cooly. Nate's left hand rested on Trix's hip, the other anchored himself against the truck. [b]"You're on."[/b] Trix shoved Nate off of her and jumped into her truck. Nate quickly trotted to his Escudo and hopped in. As soon as the two revved up and pulled out of the parking lot, everyone scattered to their wheels. Trix lead the way. Nate knew exactly where they were to race. An abandoned cannal, they called "Thunder Road".[/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][b]I'm very sorry that it took so long. I was debating whether to do this or not. But I will give it a shot. Thank you for your emmense patience. Who's in: Dmitri_Dragoon Baron Samedi Arika KnightoftheRose[/b] Here's my character: [b]Name-[/b] Father Sammuel Jacobi [b]Age[/b]- 35 [b]Gender[/b]- Male [b]Appearance[/b]- [img]http://www.happyendd.blogger.com.br/tom-cruise.jpg[/img] [b]Religion[/b]- Catholic [b]Occupation[/b]- Father Jacobi (Sammuel to those who are close) is none other than a normal priest, with a slight twist. Priest at faith and devotion, scientist/investigator by heart and soul. [b]Bio[/b]- Sammuel Jacobi was born into a normal, mid-class family. Being a well taken care of child, his parents decided it best for Sammuel to attend a private, Catholic school. Here the lessons were advanced, the teachers and rules were much more strict than public schools, great expectations were all his parents expected of him. He, naturally, studied every night, completed every sentence of homework, aced his tests and quizzes. Never once did he skip school, nor a class. He was always on time, if not minutes early. What America would consider a [i]perfect[/i] student, and child. Sammuel's main interests in school were science and all related topics. Every science fair, Sammuel was there, and won first prize. His parents expected no less. His journey into the devoted and silent world of priests began at a young age, 14. It was at that year's Christmas mass, one of the most important masses of the year. Sammuel lost his youngest sister, Emily, to leukemia just weeks before. She was only four years young. He nearly lost his faith, his will to live. Emily was more like a daughter to him. He took care of her since the day of her birth. That Christmas liked to had killed Sammuel, but rather, his church's priest, and a family friend, inspired him to continue to live. The priest asked Sammuel to consider becoming a priest. Curious, as he always was, Sammuel took up on his priest's offer and began his studies. Years later, now Father Jacobi, Sammuel lives in a grand city in Rome, Vatican City. He has been all around the world, investigating and prooving "miracles". He has seen many strange and disturbing things, but he would soon find out that everything that he's come to investigate will [i]never[/i] come close to what he was to find in a city of the United States. Enter, Father Sammuel Jacobi, the filthy streets of the south side Brooklynn, New York City, New York.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Awesome, I wasn't really expecting to make the cuts. This is a genre that I've come to take keen interest in, and I'm very happy to have the opportunity to participate. Congrats everyone, I'm looking forward to writing with you all. Considering, I've never wrote along with Harlequin, Piro, Charles, people whom I've been wanting to write with. This is going to be very exciting. Thanks, Sem![/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]OOC: Dude, Hayashi, I can barely read your font, and my face was at the screen. Could you size it up a little? IC: [b]"Ah, home,"[/b] Trix sighed happily. She pulled up slowly, careful not to run over random skaters and by-standers. She saw many familiar cars and the cats that drove them. Some were pieces of rubbish for cars, but the kids were young and still learning. Acuras, Lancers, Spyders, Jettas, 3000 GTs, everything was there, even Skylines. Trix smiled, it satisfied her that her place was always a buzz. The [i] El Casa del Gato[/i] was a club her father had owned for many years. He died when Trix was sixteen, leaving the club in her possession. It was then Trix began to make her transition into the underground street racing. [i]El Casa del Gato[/i] became a small hangout, then gradually grew into the entire underground's headquarters. You need to hook up your car; This is the place to meet someone who can help you. You need a place to cool off from the heat of 5-0 (cops); This is the place to take cover. Trix quit racing at the age of nineteen when she witnessed her best friend die in a horrible crash. One in which she had nothing to do with. Neither of the girls were racing, it was a couple of other racers that hit them head on. Trix was in her (then) BMW, and her friend was in an Eclipse. The guys were racing on an illegal (to the underground). One lost his handle and swerved, hitting the Eclipse head on at 130 miles per hour. The girl died instantly. So, needless to say, Trix turned in her sports car for the Lightning. [b]"Trix!''[/b] a voice snapped Trix out of her daze. [b]"Hey, Nate. You actually came,"[/b] Trix smiled and pressed a small button beside her system. The inside pannels and shifting knob glew neon purple. The system blared a mixed techno CD. Trix got out of her truck and walked up to Nate. [b]"Of course,"[/b] Nate smirked and shoved one hand in his back pocket, a tiny habit of his.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Ah haha! That's some funny stuff ^_^ Eww, I think it's a bug's insides....gewy. [b]Viva la Resistance![/b] I'm with you to the bitter end, Piro.[/color][/size]

[color=red]This RPG is rated [b]R[/b] for mature language and adult content.[/color] [center][size=3][b][font=Palatino Linotype]Vengence[/center][/size][/font][/b] [size=1][i]"The date is Febuary 14th, it's been one year since our unexpected demise. This was the day you asked me to marry you. It was a chilly winters day, the snow was still falling, the children were still building snow men and snow angels littered every patch of silvery snow.."[/i] She paused. The pages in her black and white composition notebook flood with memories. Memories longed to be forgotten. Memories longing to be remembered. So many. [i]"Do you remember? We were in your house, sitting by the fire place. Drinking our hot chocolate, I was laying in your arms. It was then you asked me to marry you. The doorbell rang, you answered the door only to be greeted by a shower of bullets. I screamed, they burst in, you fell to the floor. The men charged at me, I tried to fight but there were too many..."[/i] She stopped again. Rain drops dripped onto the paper, black ink smeared. How she wished she could cry. "[i]I was not killed, not yet. They blind folded and gagged me and took me away from your dying body. They threw me in a vehicle and knocked me out. I woke up in a strange, unfamiliar facility. It looked like a laboratory, but it was dark, the walls were royal blue with gold embrossment. I remember laying on a black leather table, covered only in a sheer, white sheet. Through the heavy, oak door a man in a black pinstripped suit walked up to me...[/i] "Where is it? Where is the diary?"[i]his cold, evil voice boomed within my ears as he stroked my hair. My brown hair, soaked in blood where the men hit me.[/i] "I have no idea what you are talking about. What diary?" [i]I was choked on my tears.[/i] "Don't play that game with me. I know you posses it, the diary your father kept. Do you have any idea on the destruction of my being that diary could bring?" [i]The man's heated lips were on the lobe of my ear.[/i] "No..I-I didn't know my father..." "Of course you wouldn't know him. He died when you were of four years of age...But he left you a diary. Now I want to know where it is, and I want it now." "Wha-what's so important about it? What kind of information...does it contain?" "It has everything containing my creation.." "I don't understand...Your creation? You aren't human?" [i]He then licked my neck. I started to cry again.[/i] "No, I am just another one of your father's creations and experiments. But he made a mistake in my genetics and I want to know how to fix it..." [i]He started to run his cold fingers down my colar bone and dared to venture further.[/i] "Fix what? What mistake? Who was my father?" "Where is that diary?!" [i]The man slammed his fist beside my head. The table shook under his fury. His voice shattered my eardrums.[/i] "I don't know!!! I don't know about any diary!!" [i] The last thing after that that I can rememeber was seeing the reflection of his twisted smile on the side of his dagger as it pierce through my flesh..."[/i] She laid the pen down softly and closed the notebook. Her muscles ached. Her dry eyes scanned the alleyway. The rain fell softly, sweetly splashing and disappearing into the puddles. Trash filled dumpsters to the brim, spilling into the broken concrete below. She hugs the notebook to her breast, protecting her love. [i] It's been a year since that day. And I wander the earth, alone. I look for the answers. I look for a resolution to the secrets kept from me. I look for that creature who took my life and soul from me. I look for you, my love. I know you are out there, too. You are walking the earth as well as I am, in flesh and blood. Where could you be....[/i] ____________________________________________________________ [b]Okay, I had this RPG going a [I]long[/i] time ago. I had received a request to revive it. I'm a little iffy about starting again. But, to give you the basic idea, the girl narrorating is "dead" [if you didn't guess]. Her soul cannot rest until she finds out what happened, and all that jazz. I kind of stole the idea from the movie [i]The Crow[/i]. How he comes back from the dead in search and destroy the people who murdered him and his fiancee. In my version, it's basically the same thing. Only, I put a cyborg-like twist into it. Her father was a very prestigious scientist. He specialized in cyborg technology. The "creature" the girl refers to is one of her father's creations. There's a defect in this "creature" and it will destroy him. You know the bad guy, can't let that happen. So, he is looking for this diary. The diary belongs to the father, it contains his life's work, has all the answers, yada-yada. The girl is looking for the diary, her love [whom is still alive], and the "creature". With the diary, she can get her revenge. The diary also contains a secret..in which will turn up in the story. I can't tell you everything![/b] ---------------------- Name: Age: Gender: Race: (human, mysterious creation) Appearance: Weapon(s): (guns, swords, something along those lines) Biography: ---------------------- Here's mine.. Name: Charlette Maxwell Age: 18 Gender: Female Race: Human Appearance: 5'2, 115lbs, slender build, slightly muscular. Mid-back length milk chocolate brown hair, royal blue eyes, light mocha skin. She wears a pair of worn,slightly sagging blue jeans with black studded belt, a white button-up long sleeve shirt, a pair of brown leather boots, a jean jacket that goes down to her ankles, and red knitted scarf. Weapon(s): Twin platinum 45 magnums, long barrels in thigh holsters, a short dagger and long dagger in holster on her lower back, and a whip on her belt. Biography: Growing up in a foster home from the age of 4, she never knew her parents. She was the mischievious child in school, but everyone loved her. She's a fun, witty, and sweet girl who would do anything for you. At the age of 13 she had gotten herself into some trouble with theft. She ran away from her foster home at the age of 15, when the foster father tried to molest her. She lived on her own, working 2 jobs and attending school. One day she met a man, of 18 years of age, she was waitressing his table. He asks for her number and everything went on from there. They were always together, always by eachother's side. His name was Coby Rogers. For 3 years he took care of her, taking her under his wing. He knew of her past, but he didn't care. One day, on his 21st birthday Febuary 14th, the two were sitting infront of the fire place. He asked Charlette to marry him. Charlette says yes, then the door bell rings...... I'll edit this later.[/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]OOC: C'mon guys, get this party started. IC: Trix pulled up to a stop light and drug her slender fingers around the black leather steering wheel. Her right hand lay on the crystal clear knob of the shift, swaying to the hard beats of MuDvAyNe. Above the music came a familiar roar and she glances in her rearview to see the silver Porche. [b]" 'Ello,"[/b] Trix smirked and picked up her cell phone, [b]"When did you get back?"[/b] [b]" Last night. What were you doing at their HQ?"[/b] Asim tapped his gloved fingers on his dash. Trix turned around and pulled down her sunglasses, winking at Asim. He shook his head. [b]"You aren't going to tell me, are you?" "Of course not,"[/b] Trix turned around and shouldered her phone as the light turned green. [b]"You aren't trying to race me, are you? That wouldn't be a wise decision.'' "Hell no, I'm not stupid, Asim." "Good girl." "However,"[/b] Trix slapped the flip phone down and tossed it into the passenger seat. Her foot steadily pressed into the gas. The left foot quickly performed a delicate kick as her right hand gripped the shifter. Gears smoothly fell into place as Trix flowed in and out of traffic. She glanced into her mirro to see Asim stuck at the light she just passed. [b]"I hate people who ride my ass."[/b][/size][/color]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]GODSMACK blares in the dead of streets as Trix slowly rolls up towards a house full of cars she knew too well. Cars that had one every Street War so far. Cars she held a slight distaste for. Trix never liked cars. They were to fragile, and Nate's car really held up to Trix's belief. She rolled down her window and pulled up her sunglasses, lightly setting them atop of her head. Strands of red hair framed her playful face. She narrowed her eyes and leaned halfway out of her window, chewing on her thumbnail. [b]"What is she doing here?"[/b] Shelly dug a fist into her hip. [b]"Who?''[/b] Nate looked up from the wad of cash in his hand. His eyes met with Trix and he sighed. Laura leaned against the sickly car, arms folded lightly under her breasts. [b]"Go see what she wants, Nate,"[/b] Laura motioned with a hint of annoyance. [b]"She wants you, Nate. Go to her,"[/b] Shelly teased. [b]"Whatever,"[/b] Nate shrugged, hesitantly getting out of his car. He thrust the cash into his pocket and trudged down the driveway. Trix in her Lightning then took out a stick of gum and munched on it as Nate grew closer. Finally, he reached the truck and placed his hands above Trix's head along the door. [b]"What do you want, Trixy?"[/b] [b]"Not you, in any means necessary,"[/b] Trix kissed at the two girls standing by the Escudo. [b]"Then one of them?"[/b] sarcasm filled Nate's face. [b]"Hell no, I really do want to talk to you. Meet me tonight," [/b] a neon green bubble squeezed past her lips. Nate reached in and popped it, [b]"When, where, and why?" "Six thirty, El Casa de Gato, and you'll find out why when you get there,"[/b] Trix smiled and blew a kiss at Nate. She revved her engine and shifted. Nate backed away, watching Trix take off. The sunlight shifted the hypnotic colors of the Ford from blue to green, green to purple, and purple to blue. It was if the truck were flowing.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Oooh, I love the banner ^_^ Thank you! [/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][b]"What the?!"[/b] Carlos slapped Odysseus on the head. [b]"Ow! What was that for?!"[/b] Odysseus rubbed the stinging flesh of his neck, cursing under his breath. He looked to Carlos for an answer, only to find him shaking his hand free from a clinging lizard. Odysseus blinked and furrowed his eyebrows. [b]"You nearly nocked me out over a lizard?"[/b] his voice rumbled lightly. [b]"This is no ordinary lizard. I promise you,"[/b] the creature finally gave up and fell to the ground. Consunse took out her pistol and unloaded one bullet. The seemingly harmless creature's body parts flew every direction. Odysseus shrugged and turned around. Carlos shuddered, memories from his past, Consunse supposed. Odysseus walked about thirty feet ahead of the two. The sound of the winds began to drift over the slumbering dunes. Odysseus stood silent. He spread his arms to catch the chilled breeze. Along with the melodic song of the wind came a more violent tune. The sounds of painful screams, tormented and weak. Odysseus gripped his .45 tightly, preparing for whatever may turn the bend. The ghostly voices grew louder and closer. Odysseus stood fast as a gust wind plastered him against a boulder. The screams pierced through his eardrums, forcing him to shout out in surprise and pain. His gun fell to the ground, sounding off the cocked bullet. Odysseus gritted his teeth and fists as the wind passed. The screaming wind died, releasing Odysseus from its grip. He fell to the ground, gasping and confused. [b]"Odysseus! Are you alright, man?"[/b] Carlos slid to the ground next to the crumpled survivalist. [b]"What in God's name was that?"[/b] Odysseus crawled to his feet, brushing himself of the dirt. [b]"What was what?"[/b] Consunse leaned against the boulder with her arms folded tightly under her breasts. [b]"You didn't hear that screaming? Or didn't feel that wind?"[/b] Odysseus held his hand out as if he were motioning to something. [b]"No. I think you have been out in the desert too long,"[/b] Consunse muttered, [b], "amatuer."[/b] Odysseus coolly smiled and walked up to Consunse. She smirked with a sarcastic sense of innocence. Odysseus pressed the cold metal of his gun's barrel against her temple. Her eyes narrowed, as if they wanted to hiss. [b]"I had no other choice,"[/b] his voice was cool and collected. The two glared needles and daggers. Odysseus gave a sharp shove on Consunse's head and pushed away. His eyes nearly glew with the anger. Carlos followed his friend into the night. [b]"You alright?" "Do you think I'm going crazy?" "No, I don't. But, I didn't hear or feel anything."[/b] Odysseus was silent. [b]"Odysseus, don't let her get the best of you..which is all of you. Okay?" "Sure thing, Carlos,"[/b] Odysseus smiled and laid his hand on Carlos's shoulder.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Thank you, Sem. I will use it for the time being. If anyone out there [b]thinks[/b] that they can do any better, have at it. But I really appreciate your work, Sem![/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Hello everyone! It's been a while, no? Well, you all should know me by now..always changing around. So today, I have come to ask you [the artists] to help me with yet another banner and avatar. A Perfect Circle is my favorite band out in the rockin' world of amazing music. And in that respect, I'd like to give the outrageous band props. [b][u]The Banner[/b][/u] [url]http://www.marilyn-manson.ch/images/news_a-perfect-circle.jpg[/url] That's the picture that I would like to use. However, it's kind of dull, so I'm giving you the chance to spice it up. I'm going to give some lyrics from a few songs, and let you guys incorperate them into the banner somehow. Whether it be still or animated, the font phantom-like or solid color, it's up to you. Here are the lyrics: [url]http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/aperfectcircle/theoutsider.html[/url] [url]http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/aperfectcircle/thenoose.html[/url] Those are my two favorite songs off of that album. [b][u]The Avatar[/b][/u] This is a crazy picture of James Iha, but for some odd reason, I'm in love with it. [url]http://ascendo.peterland.net.nz/Artwork/artjames.jpg[/url] I think the only thing I can think to do to this pic is to make it smaller and put an abstract border on it...you guys are the experts at this. Much appreciated. Have at it..[/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Alright, Nate. I will sign up. Let's get this heat turned up. [b]Name-[/b] Trix Thomas [b]Age[/b]- 25 [b]Eye Color[/b]- Honey brown [b]Hair Color-[/b] Red-brown [b]Gender-[/b] Female [b]Personality[/b]- Spunky, witty, quick as a pistol, and serious. I'll leave it up to y'all to get to know her. Just, don't test her patience. [b]Appearance[/b]-[url=http://www.psycko-manga.com/gallery/babe/11-4.htm]Trix isn't for kids.[/url] [b]Gang your in[/b]- Trix isn't one to belong to a gang. She's quite dependent on herself and her wheels. But most of her friends and racing buds belong to the gang, White Lightning. However, Trix isn't one to race much. But she does make special appearances. [b]Car Make[/b]- Ford [b]Car Model-[/b] Lightning [b]Car Color-[/b] Multi [b]Horse Power[/b]- 610 horses under tha hood (and that's without the superchargers) [b]Modifications[/b]- Previously mentioned, superchargers. 6-speed, manual [b]Picture of car when stock-[/b] [img]http://www.killerridez.com/images/2000%20FL%2002.JPG[/img] [/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Oh man, so many things have happened in the past year that I cannot think of much. Ironic, eh? I've been a proud memeber of the OB since August 29th, 2003, and plan to stay one for the years to come. Let me see if I can recall as much precious moments, whether they'll be in order, I will strongly say "no". [b]1)[/b] Enter the Net-by SoloTremaine [b]2)[/b] Black Horizon-by KnightoftheRose, the OB's best RPG since I've been writing here. That is my opinion because I wrote with some of the OB's greatest writers, and was a major turning point in my writing development. [b]3)[/b] The [i]horrible[/i] attack of n00bs. GIving birth to a ungodly phenomina of the "n00bish" language. Horrid and terrifying times... [b]4)[/b] Kill Adam-by James. OB's most anticipated RPG. [b]5)[/b] The AL invasion. That was quite the heated disput. Poor Harlequin. [b]6)[/b] Teh Silly Circus!-created by Japan(Was proud to support that chat for everyday it was up.) [b]7)[/b] Being placed with Arcadia and Raiha for OB's best female Role-player of the year. [b]8)[/b] *eats sammich* [copyright Syk3] [b]9)[/b] *shakes fist* [copyright Shinmaru] [b]10)[/b] APB (hehe) [b]11)[/b] *steals pants* [copyright Mimmi] [b]12)[/b] "In a very innocent way..>_>" [b]13) Marriage to Metatron. 14)[/b] A farewell thread for my departure made by Drix D'Zanth. [b]15)[/b] ^_%

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Well, I know I speak for alot of females out there. We've been through this situation at least once before. And in my experience, I've found that it is very hard to do. [b]Yet[/b], after it was all said and done, everything seemed easier. Of course, there was time in between when he and I didn't talk much, but don't let that scare you. If you two are really good friends, and he cares about you, you have nothing to worry about. It will take time for him to come around, but he will.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Why should you read mangas? That is a question. In my recent experiences, mangas capture more detail and a better storyline than an anime will give you. Sure, anime is awesome. Exquisite artwork and action. But it is hard to follow some anime, because the producers skip around in the story. In the manga, you will find that it's much easier to grasp the idea of a story. And it also gives you more insight into the character's personality and feelings. The drawings are sometimes very detailed, showing drama. Then there are simple lines and not too great in detail, yet they express so much emotions. Pain, anger, happiness, love. The list goes on. Plus, the books are much cheaper than anime DVD's or VHS tapes ^_^ I recommend manga to anyone.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Oh! I wanna be Spyro! Please hold my spot. I will be back momentarily. [b]EDIT[/b]: Damnit, I didn't see that little line of "except PS characters"....man, oh well. Great idea though ~_^[/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Odysseus and Carlos peer down into the deep ravine at the massive sea of furry, disgusting arachnids. Carlos shivered and backed away from the edge. Odysseus shook his head in disbelief. [b]"Are you going to be sick?"[/b] Consunse tickled her fingers in mimicking the spider up his back. [b]"Of spiders? Woman, I've seen [i]far[/i] worse things than the squirming creatures down there,"[/b] Odysseus pushed her away and walked along the edge. [b]"Then why do you look so concerned?" "Don't you find it startling how many there are? And that they are all in one exact spot...together?"[/b] Odysseus flicked his hair back away from his eyes, the wind gently catching strands. Carlos followed, keeping an eye out for anything that crawled. Consunse's face grinned at the image remaining in her memory of Odysseus's face and reaction. [b]"And I only reacted like that because I had no fucking clue what it was,"[/b] he protested. Consunse chuckled, and Carlos finally released a mutter of amusement. The group piddled through rubbish and shrubbery, finding various artifacts. Trinkets such as pottery, strange jewelry, even some ancient looking weapons. [b]"Lorn would be so pleased,"[/b] Carlos nodded as he stuffed a small doll into his hipsack. [b]"Yeah..I wonder how things are going back at camp,"[/b] Odysseus took a sip from his cantine. [b]"Should we head back?"[/b] Consunse's voice sounded weighed. [b]"No, I'm still not feeling right about this place. It feels as if it is still being used."[/b][/size][/color]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]This manga has got to be my favorite out there, that I've read so far. The characters are very well built and the idea of the manga's story line is awesome. The style of drawing is something I've never seen in any other manga. It's modern and abstract, yet shows the character's emotions to a sharp point. I'll give you a small, basic idea of the story. However, I won't give too much because it would ruin it for you ^_^ The manga is about the King of Devils (Ororon) and an arc angel crossbreed (Chiaki). The two meet and fall in love. They battle demons that have come to kill Ororon. And being the sweet, passive angel she is, Chiaki struggles to cope with the fact that Ororon has to kill as well. The two are complete opposites, but have one thing in common, love. The more that single factor grows, the harder it is for them to be with eachother. Will Chiaki ever accept that Ororon has to kill to survive? Who knows, I'm reading it ^_^ So far, there are only 2 volumes out in the US, and I have both. A manga I definately would like to give props to. Totally, check it out.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]xXx-Holic has got to be my second favorite. Yes, I said "second favorite". Why? That will be discussed in a seperate thread. But, going back to this particular manga, I am entranced with the gothic artwork and the storyline. Yuko has to be my favorite out of the book. Maru and Moru are cute, and Watanuki has a dearly meaning to me (~_^), but Yuko just happens to be spunky and very wise. The relationship between Yuko and Watanuki is hilarious in more than the fact that Yuko torments young Watanuki with housework, but it represents something personal in my life ^_^ What was most appealing to me when I read this manga was most definately the artwork and the "love-hate" relationship. I have the 2 volumes of translated manga (since I cannot read Japanese >.

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Thank you two for posting. I want to let everyone know that the characters will not be solid until I see everyone's posts. No character is designated for one person. Everyone gets a shot at this. Have at it.[/color][/size]

[color=red][size=1][b]WARNING-[/b] Graphic content. Violence, adult language, sexual content, sacreligious usage, drug reference. Due to the intended nature of this RPG, it has been rated "R". I will also warn you now, I am going to be rather picky about who writes in this RPG. I plan to use a different style of writing to try and keep it on line.[/color][/size] ________________________________________________________________ [size=1][b]"What are they, Father?"[/b] A long silence. They sit at a grungy table in a small restaurant. The rain pitters and bleeds down the fogging glass. The littered streets buzz of angery pedestrians and careless vehicles. She looks at the priest, a cigarette in one hand. Her wrists wrapped tightly with gauze bandages and muslim cloth, patches of red stain the white fabric. The priest lifts the bandages and gasps at the torn flesh. She flips her hands palms down on the table, the same wounds were on the opposite side. He stares back in disbelief. His hands rub together vigorously, his nerves fraying in several directions. [b]"The wounds are identical." "No s.hit, Sherlock. What I want to know is why this is happening to me, and what in the hell is going on?" "You are experiencing [i]Stigmata[/i]." "What is that, Father?"[/b] Beads of sweat roll down his neck. [b]"[i]Stigmata[/i] are the wounds of Christ. They are brought about by spiritual stress." "What? I don't understand any of this spiritual mumbo jumbo. Nor do I care, all I want is an answer as to why it's happening to me." "That, I cannot answer right now. Please allow me to help you. There are five wounds, one of which you have already come to be victim of. If you do not allow me to help you, no one will." [/b] The rain pounds on the glass.[/size] [center][font=impact][size=4]Stigmata[/font][/size][/center] [size=1]Basically, this Godless woman is struck with a terrible "curse" and is trying to figure out why. She goes through alot of pain from unseen sources and sees frightening visions of being crucified. She also goes through phases where she has no control of her body or soul, in other words, she is being possessed by an unknown source. The priest (my character) is a scientist and investigates miracles for his Vatican. He is assigned to this woman and defies his church to help her. However, it is not an easy task. The woman randomly attacks him or is incoherent. It's hard for me to explain, I suggest renting the movie. _________________________________________________________________ [color=darkslategray]If any of you have seen the movie [i]Stigmata[/i], you will have a better jist of what is going to partake in the story. For those of you who have not seen it, I recommend you renting it and watching. It is an awesome movie. It will help you to understand the story. As I said before, I plan on trying a different style of writing. I want to try writing in chapters. The section above will be part of a chapter later on in the story. I will be arranging the chapters and who writes in them. I will be playing the part of the priest. [b][u]Characters[/b][/u] - The girl - The girl's friend (male or female) - 2 more priests (who are trying to stop my character) - 2 gospel experts (they help my character) - A side kick for my character [b][u]Sign-Ups[/u] Name- Age- Gender- Appearance- Religion-[/b] (Catholic is the main religion, but if you are the sidekick or the girl's friend, you can choose. However, the girl is atheist, one who doesn't believe in God.) [b]Occupation[/b]- (The priests can have an occupation. IE., scientist, translator, librarian, etc.) [b]Bio-[/b] (If you choose to be the girl, tell me why she does not believe in God.) After I see how many people sign up and the quality of the posts, I will inform you of who writes.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][b]Name[/b]- Takatori Ren [b]Age[/b]- 15 [b]Style of assassinating[/b]- Mincing the victim with piano strings that are attached tto rings he wears. [b]Looks[/b]-[url=http://www.psycko-manga.com/gallery/guy/4-1.htm] Young bloods[/url] [b]Bio[/b]- (I hate these >.

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][b]"How much longer, Odysseus?"[/b] Carlos's voice exploded into thought. [b]"Er, sorry. Let's see.."[/b] Odysseus looked down at his compass again, his brows furrowed together. [b]"Don't tell me we're lost, Cpt. Planet,"[/b] Consunse mocked, giving Odysseus an irritated shove. [b]"We're not lost, alright? Just shut your mouth and let me drive,"[/b] he jerked his arm back, threatening to strike. Consunse smiled wickedly, throwing her hands deep into her pockets, exposing the shimmering flesh of her naval. Odysseus sighed and turned back to the horizon. The compass kept spinning in his hand. Try as he might, Odysseus could not get a clear reading. The needle bounced back and forth, as if it were confused, lost. [b]"Well?"[/b] Consunse again shoved him. [b]"We should be coming up on it soon,"[/b] Odysseus ignored her and looked at the map Lorn had given him. [b]"Thank fucking God, I'm starving,"[/b] Carlos folded his arms around his head. [b]"What exactly are we looking for again?"[/b] Consunse laughed at Carlos's hunger-driven misery. [b]"Why are you even here, Con-artist?"[/b] Odysseus shot over his shoulder. [b]"Why are you so mean to me?"[/b] The three were quiet, but only momentarily when Consunse growled, quite dileberately. Carlos yawned and scratched the stubble on his cheeks. Odysseus kept quiet, his eyes set on the crests of the sand dunes. He was in the lead by the time the group rose above a giant dune. He held himself up with one arm and reached down to help lift Consunse with the other. As Carlos gave her a boost, Odysseus rolled his head to the side and stared out amongst a baron forest. He blinked, disbelieving what his eyes took in. Rotted trees, bare and dead. Small, dry shrubbery. Deep trenches that looked like tunnels carved the deprived earth. [b]"ODYSSEUS!!"[/b] Consunse jerked on his hand, desperate to grab his attention. [b]"Shit, I'm sorry, babe,"[/b] Odysseus chuckled and gritted his teeth as he lifted, [b]"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, is that twenty pounds you gained?" "Fuck off,"[/b] Consunse kicked him in the face as she climbed to her feet. Carlos laughed madly, nearly toppling over and taking Odysseus with him. All three stood solid and steady. Their bodies slowly adjusted to the firm gravity. They walked lightly, observing the strange surroundings. [b]"Is this the place?"[/b] Carlos's voice was nearly silent. [b]"Yes, this is our destination,"[/b] Odysseus clasped his hand around his revolver and scanned the area, [b]"We should keep close. I don't know what's out here."[/b][/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Odysseus and Carlos stood outside the tent, listening intently and laughing in hysteria. It was amazing at how something so wild could be easily detained. It was like having Heceles but his tendon. [b]"Ah, Ody. Should we depart?"[/b] Carlos slapped one hand on Odysseus's shoulder. [b]"Yeah, let's head out before Lorn gets too carried away and comes after us,"[/b] Odysseus joked and grabbed his gear. Carlos did the same and the two men set out into the black horizon. It was quiet, other than the occasional smacks coming from inside Lorn's tent. No creature stirred. The ebony sky twinkled in innocence of what commotion erupted below it. Carlos began to sing a few Spanish songs, his voice flowed flawlessly into the windless night. Odysseus closed his eyes briefly, absorbing the mellow atmosphere; the cool night, now struggling against the winds, a refreshing scent, Carlos's song. [b]"Hello, Odysseus?"[/b] [b]"Huh?"[/b] Odysseus blinked and nearly tripped over. [b]"Did you just fall asleep walking?"[/b] Carlos laughed. [b]"Yeah, I think I did. Were you trying to ask me something?" "Yup, how far off are we? We've been walking for at least an hour,"[/b] Carlos lit a cigarette. [b]"Dude, let me bum one,"[/b] Odysseus reached over. [b]"No, you said you needed to quit. And answer my question, biatch,"[/b] Carlos puffed, the cherry of the cigarette glew, lighting the Spanish man's stern face. [b]"A.sswipe. And to answer your damned question, we have about another hour,"[/b] Odysseus looked at the map, his zippo lighter the only flashlight. [b]"Be careful, man." "I will,"[/b] Odysseus whined and held out the compass.[/color][/size][/font]