Annie

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Intriguing, an RPG from Tony. Mind if I give it a whirl? [b]Name-[/b] Darcy [b]Age[/b]- Late twenties [b]Gender[/b]- Female [b]Appearance[/b]- 5' 6", slender. She has long, dark brown hair and milky skin. Her eyes are hazel with more of a hint of green. Darcy has a jagged scar below her right eye that trails to the lips that never carry a smile. She usually wears a pair of slightly baggy, faded blue jeans that hang on for dear life on her jutting hip bones, a brown leather belt with a turquoise belt buckle, a thining, maroon T-shirt that has been bleached by sweat around the neck, and a pair of brown boots. [b]Background[/b]- Darcy was born and raised in Arizona, USA with four other siblings, Darcy being the eldest. Her family was quite poor and desperate. Her whole life was built upon stolen goods such as beds, chairs, television sets, clothes, etc. Funny enough, food was never really an important material Darcy's parents would worry about. Whenever her parents had money they would spend it on liquor and cigarettes. This left Darcy, and her younger siblings, at a difficult disposition. It ended up with Darcy having to strive at a small strip club just to bring in a little amount of money for food. The owner of this filthy, unventilated whore house forced Darcy to lose weight, if she had any at all. The result; The quickest and easiest way to lose weight, cocaine. Darcy's health plummeted, her state of mind quickly deteriorated, she became more violent. She was only seventeen years old. Eventually, some of the neighbors became concerned for the younger children and called human services. All four brothers and sisters were taken and put into foster homes. Darcy, being of the state's legal adult age, was left in her weakened state. Her parents disappeared a few months later. Some say Darcy's madness finally cracked and she murdered them. Police never questioned, they never really cared for the family's existance. [b]Equipment[/b]- Darcy carries a small sewing kit (her jeans are the one of the few pieces of clothing she has really, so she does her best to keep them in some sort of shape). [b]Miscellanious[/b]- Darcy is a loner and quite freakish, due to many years of her drug addiction. For the past couple of years, Darcy has been deprived of cocaine and the withdrawl is killer. She's trying to quite the cocaine, but is having trouble gripping reality. [b]General[/b]- Crack kills.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Lorn held his pistol dead aim at Consunse, who seemed to be surprised, yet challenged. The slithering smirk on her face made well aware that she was taunting Lorn. Odysseus stared back and forth between the two, careful not to move too quickly. Carlos rubbed at his temples and eyes. [b]"D.amnit, can't we all just get along?"[/b] Carlos stood up and brushed off the sand. [b]"We get along just fine,"[/b] Odysseus smirked and slowly climbed to his feet. Consunse and Lorn eyed eachother as if they were about to gouge one another's eyes out of their skulls. Then, with a playful chuckle, Lorn spun the pistol around and slid it back into its holster. [b]"Ridiculous display of teamwork, Alex. Odysseus, Carlos, tie him up and bring him back to camp. Then set out on your mission. Consunse, accompany them,"[/b] Lorn turned around and walked towards the campsite. [b]"Aye, Aye, Sir Lorn!"[/b] Consunse flipped him off and turned to the three men. [b]"Get your f.ucking hands off me!"[/b] Alex grunted as Carlos roughly bound his hands. [b]"Shut your pie hole,"[/b] Odysseus clinched his hand around Alex's arm and pulled him along. [b]"LET ME GO!! LET ME GO, YOU F.UCKING WHORES!!"[/b] Alex bellowed, kicking and screaming. [b]"For the love of Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!"[/b] Odysseus spun around and burried his fist into Alex's stomach. The enraged man crumpled over. Carlos laughed and helped Odysseus drag him back to camp. Consunse followed cooly, studying the two as they laughed and slapped at eachother. [b]"Children,"[/b] she smiled.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]OOC: Very sorry for my absence, hopefullly I will be here more frequently. IC: [b]"Alex, what in the Hells are you doing?"[/b] Carlos kicked the pieces of the rifle further away. Alex stood fumming, yet calm. His burning eyes leered at Odysseus. His stare could have penitrated the thickest of brick walls. Odysseus only stood firm, glaring right back at Alex. Odysseus flexed his cupped hands, his knee throbbed. [b]"Alex, you better get your f.ucking mind back into the present. Or I will break you as I did your [i]precious[/i] rifle,"[/b] Odysseus spat. The two's eyes ate at each other. Carlos tensed up, ready to tackle Alex down if he were to charge on Odysseus. On the other hand, he also had to watch out for Odysseus. He knew his friend all too well. Odysseus was no punk nor pansy. If Alex were to rush Odysseus and land a punch, he would surely meet a horrific display of infuriation. [b]"Shut the f.uck up, Odysseus! It's all your fault! You and that c.ock sucking ****!"[/b] Alex bellowed, his voice seethed in envy and anger. [b]"You watch your mouth, kid,"[/b] Carlos eased. [b]"Don't call me 'kid'!"[/b] Alex turned on Carlos. [b]"Bad form,"[/b] Odysseus smirked and side-swiped Alex, burring him into unrelenting sands. Alex spun around and planted a fist into Odysseus's chin, sending him backwards a few feet. Scurrying to his feet, Alex advanced on Odysseus, who was also getting his footing, and tackled him. The two were sent tumbling down the now flowing dunes. The sand moved as water, carrying the men into a pit. Alex growled and struggled to get free of Odysseus's choke hold. He coughed and gasped, his airway slowly callapsing. Odysseus smiled and tightened his forearm around Alex's neck. Carlos slid down the side of the ever changing dune and began to peel Odysseus off of the enraged Alex. [b]"Lorn would kill you if you killed him! Let go, Odysseus!"[/b] Carlos slipped his arm under the arm that was choking Alex and placed his hand behind Odysseus's neck. The other hand did the same on the opposite arm. Carlos then pulled up with his elbows with a prying motion. Odysseus's grip around Alex buckled as his shoulder blades rubbed mercilessly together. [b]"..you...You will...pay for..that.."[/b] Alex staggered and coughed. Odysseus shoved Carlos into the sand and stood up. He sneered down at Alex. [b]"What the crap is going on over here!?"[/b] Lorn stood at the crest of the dune. Odysseus and Carlos smiled up at him, Alex gasping for breath.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Obviously frustrated and disappointed, Consunse let out an annoyed growl. She knew what was going to happen next, however, she tried to prevent it. She lay ontop of Odysseus, hoping it would keep him down. [b]"C'mon, woman. I have to get ready,"[/b] Odysseus pushed his teammate off of him and stood up to throw on his jeans. [b]"But, you heard him. Thirty more minutes, that's enough time,"[/b] Consunse rolled over onto her stomach and watched Odysseus walk around the tent, gathering his supplies. [b]"No, I have to get going. Something doesn't feel right with Alex venturing off by himself. I heard his yelling as well, and from the sounds of it...it's not good."[/ b] Odysseus continued to throw on his shirt and boots, slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder. Consunse's icy glare followed his every movement. Odysseus glanced over at the snaring "Queen Almighty" and stuck out his tongue. In return, she flipped him the slender salute. [b]"Aww, don't be so personal. We are on a mission, and the mission does come first, right?"[/b] Odysseus put his hands on her shoulders and knelt down to plant a quick peck on the lips. [b]"Yeah, whatever. Just get out of here before I think of ridding you of a certain piece,"[/b] Consunse kissed him back and slid under the blanket. Odysseus chuckled lightly and opened the flap to his tent. He saw Carlos sauntering off towards his tent, and quickly ran to catch up. [b]"Hey man,"[/b] Odysseus slapped his compadre on the back. [b]"Oh, hey loverboy. I was going to give you some more time,"[/b] Carlos smiled, blowing some strands of hair from his eyes. [b]"Yeah, I know. But, I am really anxious to see what is out there,"[/b] Odysseus lit up a cigarette and walked with Carlos. The two men began to talk and plan. [/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Odysseus entered his tent, his shoulders heavy and sore, his eyes heavy with exhaustion from fighting the unmerciful sun. He plopped onto his cot with a grunt and sigh. [b]"I'll start getting ready in a few minutes,"[/b] Odysseus spoke to no one in particular, throwing his arm over his eyes. His jeans clung greedily to his skin, inhibiting his movement. But that didn't really matter to him right now, he was worn out. The hard-as-a-brick pillow felt of feathers, the scratchy wool material of the blanket felt of the finest silk. The breeze burst through his tent spontaneously, sending shivers over his cooling body. As he began to doze off, a strong gust whistled, bringing in with it the stinging sand and a most cunning creature. [b]"Ah, you've come to lecture me now?"[/b] Odysseus did not move, he knew exactly whom the creature was. [b]"Nope, just hooking you and Carlos up with supplies,"[/b] Consunse dropped a rather heavy duffle bag on the sand, only kicking it up into the air. Odysseus coughed and choked for a few seconds and sat up, tossing the pillow at her head. [b]"What the sh.it are you doing?"[/b] Odysseus spat out gritty saliva, glaring everso heatedly. [b]"Oh get over it. You'll find everything you need in that bag."[/b] The two stared, Consunse playfully, Odysseus with an eye for a kill. Consunse laughed aloud and walked over to her fumming colleague. She bravely took a seat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Odysseus cocked an eyebrow and gazed in sheer irritation. [b]"What is the real reason you came in here?"[/b] Odysseus sighed and raked his hands through his thick hair. [b]"I don't think I need to answer that one,"[/b] Consunse leaned over and began licking at Odysseus's ear. Waves of shivers spread from the depths of his stomach and throughout his body. He sighed lightly, slumping onto Consunse's soft breast. Her scent seeped into his nostrils, sweet and light, yet full of flare and intensity. This odd mixture aroused Odysseus's senses and he moved his hand to her hip. He squeezed her tiny waist gently and slowly slid it across her stomach and down her naval. She responded with a slight tug and nibble on his earlobe, naturally, sending numbing sensations into his naval. [b]"G.od damn you, woman,"[/b] Odysseus groaned and nipped on her breast. Consunse only chuckled wickedly, her hands sliding over Odysseus's smooth muscles. He wrapped his arms around her waist and forcively pulled her into him. He nuzzled his nose against her stomach, lifting her tank top. His eager lips grazed the ivory plains of Consunse's torso, his teeth drug across her breasts, catching randomly on her lacy bra. He allowed his tongue to roll over her hardening n.ipples. Consunse released a breath that, what seemed to Odysseus, she was trying to hold back. Encouraged, Odysseus then moved one hand around her waist and to her inner thigh. She, in response, moved her warming lips to his, forcing them to lock. Odysseus pushed back, and Consunse pulled in, their small game of tug-o-war. His hand slid further up her thigh, his skilled fingers pushing into her sex. She sucked aggressively on his bottom lip, her hands faultering around his belt. Smiling in his victory, his sense of control, Odysseus dared to move his hand upward, unzipping her jeans. He then ran his other hand up her stomach and cupped a breast, pushing her onto the cot with ease. [b]"Don't you have a date?"[/b] Consunse teased, tugging on Odysseus's waistline of his jeans. [b]"My date can wait. He's not that sensitive,"[/b] Odysseus smirked and slipped his hand into her jeans. Consunse's back arched slightly, her once steady breathing slowly began to waver. She sat up, throwing one arm around Odysseus's neck, the other propping herself up. Their lips, once more, met with more aggression. Odysseus slowly rubbed her persona and slipped his fingers underneath her thin fabric of an undergarment, feeling with satisfaction of Consunse's natural sexual enhancer. He moved his lips over her neck, biting playfully on the nape of her neck and sucking gently. Her hands gripped tightly on his hair. Odysseus, in sheer ecstacy now, moaned softly in sync with Consunse. They both struggled to stay as quiet as possible, the possiblility of someone walking in on them gave them both a fear that aroused them greatly. Consunse's exotic scent, the tense atmosphere, everything rolled into one high. Odysseus maneuvered his fingers, teasingly. Consunse groaned, frustrated and lustfully. Odysseus smirked and moved his fingers around her undergarment and deep into her. Her sharp gasp sounded he had accomplished a mere victory. [b]"You started it,"[/b] Odysseus whispered into her ears, brushing her hair back with tenderness.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][b]"Odysseus, what do you expect to find out there?"[/b] Alex walked up to Odysseus, one hand held his shovel over his shoulder, the other brushing back clinging strands of hair. Odysseus did not respond, he was focusing on the direction he and Carlos were to be headed. His thoughts drug him deep into a tranquel state of relaxation. He did not hear, nor sense Alex and kept on rubbing at his chin. Alex quirked an eyebrow and flicked Odysseus on the ear. As soon as Alex's finger grazed his ear, Odysseus spun around, clutching Alex's forearm and shoved his body into Alex's, flipping him over and landing roughly on his back. Odysseus then pulled out his butterfly knife and stabbed it at Alex. [b]"Whoa! Odysseus!"[/b] Alex threw down his shovel and quickly took Odysseus's threatening hand, [b]"F.ucking b.itch! It's me, chill!"[/b] Odysseus's eyes flared, trying to gather in Alex's face. He slowly released his forearm and jerked his hand away, keeping his harsh eyes on the startled man. He turned around and walked back towards the dig site. The sun blistering everything its cancerous rays could illuminate. [b]"S.hit, man. That's not funny,"[/b] Alex followed, cautiously. [b]"Sorry Alex, it's just a reflexive habit,"[/b] Odysseus apologized half-heartidly, but it was relevant that he was ready to attack. [b]"Yeah, sorry I startled you. I won't make that mistake again,"[/b] Alex pulled at the collar of his shirt. Odysseus smiled and chuckled. Alex growled and uttered a few unfriendly comments, causing Odysseus to laugh harder. [b]"What did you try to ask me?"[/b] Odysseus finally calmed. [b]"I was wanting to know what you expect to find." "I can only expect the unexpected. I hope it's not another excavation team." "Yeah, that would suck. We'd have to fight who gets what." "Nah, it didn't seem like it was in use. That satellite also acts as an infered scanner, and it didn't pick up any signs of heat or life..."[/b] Odysseus stood up again and stared off into the horizon. Alex rests his hands on the handle of his shovel and nods in aproval. [b]"Well, you're the survivalist. You'd probably know more than I would." "Naturally,"[/b] Odysseus stuck out his tongue and joked. The two continued to dig, watching the sun slowly creep down the sky. Alex throwing sand clots at Odysseus every once in a while to get his attention back. His mind was elsewhere, running in all directions imaginable. [i]Man, I have a bad feeling about this..[/i][/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Reaper eyed the child with much curiousity. Such a sweet face, gentle eyes. Yet, Reaper knew better. An aura of mischief and intense strength flittered in those child-like eyes. Something telling her that this child was much stronger than she had first thought. Nonetheless, Brendan smiled lightly, slight disappointment still lingered in his lips. [b]"A partner? That is quite a surprise, Warrington,"[/b] Reaper flipped her blade and dug the blade into the snow. [b]"Is it?"[/b] Warrington's face remained solid, his cold eyes locked on the vampire. [b]"Why a child? Why get an innocent child involved with this line of work?"[/b] A hint of hesitation and concern crept into her throat. Warrington quirked an eyebrow and shifted the boy on his shoulder. Brendan gripped onto his elder's shoulder for balance. [b]"What was that, Yelena?"[/b] Warrington narrowed his hard, beady eyes. Reaper flinched with the realization of what she had just done. She had hoped it was not too obvious. She had always kept her emotions free from society. But she could not shield herself from this slip up. Reaper shifted her weight and raised her blade, beads of melting snow trickled down the smooth, glowing blade. [b]"Why would you need a partner for anyhow?"[/b] Reaper's voice hardened as the ice that curled around the light posts. She gripped the handle and held it inline with Warrington, keeping her eye on Brendan. The boy sat a tad higher, his eyes quickly changed from a child's innocence into a ruthless killer's. Warrington quickly whispered to the boy and he soon relaxed. He then lowered Brendan onto the snow-driven street. Reaper lowered her blade onto its sheath and slowly pulled it back and slid it into the sheath. The impeccable metal produced a gentle hum and a sharp clap. [b]"Warrington, sir,"[/b] Brendan looked up and tugged on his partner's hand,[b] "Are you going to fight her? If not, I would like to."[/b] Reaper smiled in the child's enthusiasm. It was adorable seeing Warrington so submissive by this child. Something Reaper would never have imagined. Warrington smirked and glanced at the Russian. [b]"Why don't you ask her, Brendan?"[/b] A chesire grin swept over Warrington's still face. Brendan turned to face the frozen vampire. Her eyes betrayed her for the first time, in Warrington's presence. He immediately absorbed Reaper's stunned and fearful aura, chuckling lightly into the wind. [b]"Well?"[/b] Brendan's hands flicked and tapped at his sides. [b]"Damn you, Warrington,"[/b] Reaper hissed and turned. [b]"I suggest you do not turn your back on Brendan, he's rather hungry for a vampire kill,"[/b] Warrington gloated slightly, [b]"And what was with that emotion? That was quite the surprise, if there was any."[/b] Reaper, looking over her shoulder at the boy, ignored her beloved enemy and leapt into the air. [i]I've got to stay away from that boy....What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I just forget?......Damn you to Hell, Warrington...[/i][/size][/font][/color]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][b]"What the f.uck is her problem?"[/b] Odysseus glared at Valence with fire as he helped Carlos and Alex unload pick axes and shovels. [b]"Don't worry 'bout her, man,"[/b] Alex muffled through his cigarette,[b] "She's still pissed at me for the snake bite."[/b] Carlos laughed and began to dig. The three discussed the mysteries of women and how much they hated, yet, loved them. Odysseus, the most heated of the three, slung off his wife-beater and dig furiously. His muscles contracted and his well-toned stomach rippled. Sweat gleamed on the men's upper torsos. They stopped for a bit to listen for directions from Lorn. [b]"Alex and Carlos, continue digging. Odysseus, I have to talk to you privately,"[/b] Lorn held out his gloved hand. Odysseus tossed his shovel down and pulled himself out of the deepening pit. Dusting himself off, he grabbed his shirt and wiped his face. He followed Lorn into the equipment tent. [b]"Look at this picture,"[/b] Lorn handed Odysseus a satellite picture, [b]"This is a picture of the 100 mile radius around this site. You see this?"[/b] Lorn pointed to a rocky area. There were signs of life. Small fires, make-shift shelters and such. Odysseus scanned the pictures over carefully and with a skeptical eye. He then looked up at Lorn. [b]"Tonight?"[/b] Odysseus fanned himself with the photographs. [b]"I would like you and Consunse to go check it out."[/b] [b]"Not her,"[/b] Odysseus groaned in slight annoyance. [b]"This is what I was talking about when I asked you join this mission. When I found out you two were...involved, or whatever you two call it..I warned you not to let it-" "It will not get in the way of my job, Lorn. I just don't see why you don't send Carlos out to do anything. He is security, after all..and all you have him do is sit in a tent monitoring the site,"[/b] Odysseus brushed his hand through his hair and tugged lightly. [b]"Fine, I suppose you are right. You and Carlos will go check it out. I don't like the looks of this,"[/b] Lorn looked over the photos. [b]"It's settled then. I think we should set out about an hour after sundown. It will be cool and the winds will be calm,''[/b] Odysseus made his way towards the flap. [b]"Sounds good to me,"[/b] Lorn gave a thumbs-up then stopped,[b] "Odysseus." "Yeah?"[/b] Lorn walked up to his friend and handed him the map. Odysseus saluted with the rolled up map and left the tent. He walked up to Alex and Carlos and stopped at the edge. [b]"Looks good, boys. Keep up the good work,"[/b] Odysseus smiled and dodged a shovel. [b]"Save your strength and energy, Carlos. 'Cause tonight, you and I have a date,"[/b] Odysseus jumped down into the hole and continued to help the others dig. [b]"What are you talking about?"[/b] Carlos grunted, thrusting a shovel full of dirt over his shoulder. [b]"Lorn received pictures of what looks to be a small colony of some sort of life. You and I are going to go check it out after sunset,''[/b] Odysseus heaved. [b]"It's a date,"[/b] Carlos smirked. Odysseus smiled and looked up to see Consunse and Valence talking, no doubt about him. Consunse looked rather heated, Valence trying her best to calm her down. [b]"Anger looks kinda sexy on her,"[/b] he nodded to Alex. [b]"Yeah, but I will bet you anything she wants to bite your d.ick off,"[/b] Alex chuckled. [b]"Yeah, probably,"[/b] Odysseus laughed and blew a kiss at her. She rolled her eyes and flashed him a smile, throwing him a response kiss. Valence threw up her arms in defeat and walked off towards Lorn's tent. Consunse waved half-assly and walked over to the truck. [b]"I just don't get you two, Odysseus. You'll hate her one minute, vice versa..then you'll be madly infatuated with eachother,"[/b] Alex threw down his pick ax. Odysseus laughed softly,[b] "It's just something you don't need to question." "No, it's just something no one will ever understand,''[/b] Carlos patted Alex on the back.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucdia Sans Unicode][b]"Odysseus, help me out real quick,"[/b] Alex motioned towards the truck. [b]"Sure thing,"[/b] Odysseus walked beside Alex and helped him unload the sensitive equipment. [b]"So, you had a jolly good time last night, eh?"[/b] Alex winked and gently set down the radar. [b]"Yeah, it was alright,"[/b] Odysseus grunted as he stood up, pulling a cigarette from his jacket pocket. The two looked into the orange and red horizon. The fossilized earth, scorched and weathered, rose and fell rythmically in vast dunes. The men walked lightly over the humps and looked. Talking quietly and pointing out where they thought it would be best for entry. [b]"Nah, you're lying,"[/b] Alex nudged his comadre. [b]"I never lie. I'm tellin' you, man, you don't want none of that,"[/b] Odysseus plucked his half-gone cigarette from his lips and blew out a thin cloud of smoke. [b]"No kidding..."[/b] Alex looked back at the rest of the crew who were begining to set up the protection tents. [b]"Anyways, she's trouble. I really don't want to see you mixed up with her..not after what happened to you,"[/b] Odysseus crunched his butt under his boot and wrapped an arm around Alex's shoulder, [b]"C'mon, let's go see what damage we can do."[/b] Alex rolled his eyes and followed. Consunse glared skeptically at Odysseus, who just blew her a sarcastic kiss. She spat on the dirt and turned heels. Odysseus chuckled, amusedly and watched her fume. [b]"You just love pissing her off, don't you Odysseus?"[/b] Valence punched him in the arm. [b]"Easy on the guns, kid. That's how I get the gals,"[/b] Odysseus stuck out his tongue and jumped from another slug. Valence smiled and mumbled something about being a prick. Lorn shook his head and nodded Odysseus over. The narsasitic survivalist waltzed over and took the maps from Lorn. [b]"Where do you think?"[/b] Lorn folded his arms and gazed about. The hot breeze whipped the maps about in Odysseus's grip. He turned his body as to shelter from the vicious winds. He studied the map then turned to look at Lorn. [b]"There, where Alex and I sat the radar,"[/b] he pointed. Lorn nodded and waved for Odysseus to follow. The two stood over a small dip in the earth. [b]"I think that's what this is.."[/b] Odysseus tapped the small, dark circle on the prints,[b] "Also, Lorn..I remember that f.ucker who had me imprisoned mention something about a city being out here in this putrid wasteland. He said that it was full of riches and prehistoric evidence of primative earth, such as homosapiens, evolutionary mammals, and all of that jazz." "What happened to this city?"[/b] Lorn's eyes were of a child, seeing his new toys under the Christmas tree. Odysseus smiled in Lorn's child-like anxiety and put his hand on his shoulder. [b]"Your little miss, Valence, is correct in her theory. See that plateau? Yeah, that was, and is, a dormant volcano."[/b] Lorn's face froze in utter astonishment. His smile crept and disappeared. His eyes swelled with joyful tears. [b]"...But, if you knew this city existed, how come you never mentioned it?" "My dear friend, there are somethings in life that one needs to discover on his own. I knew you would find it, I have complete faith in you. This is [i]your[/i] discovery. Yours, Lorn." "Odysseus..I couldn't have found it without the help of you and the others. So it is also-" "No one here deserves this miracle more than you. Your hard work is going to pay off. You've had to put up with so much s.hit from.....me...and failure of equipment, getting lost in the most brutal of environment. It's only right for you to claim your victory,"[/b] Odysseus hugged Lorn and pulled him away. The two should-be brothers stared at the dip beneath their feet. [b]"I feel hope, Odysseus,"[/b] Lorn's voice nearly took with the wind. Odysseus sighed lightly and playfully pushed Lorn into the dip. Lorn squinted up at Odysseus and threw a fist full of dirt at him. Thus, resulting in an all out wrestle.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][b]Name-[/b] Jamie Sands [b]Gender[/b]- Female [b]Age-[/b] 25 [b]Description[/b]- [url=http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/features/1999/swimsuit/daniela/daniela03/] Howdy[/url] [b]Biography-[/b] Jamie was born and raised in San Diego, California. She attended a normal public school and graduated with a GPA of .5. Yeah, not the brightest crayon in the box, but her daddy loves her. Her mother always entered her into all of the beauty pagents..and naturally, she won them all. She even got a scholarship from it. However, she turned it down with the response, and I quote: "I'm going to be a super model." And super model she was. For a good few years, until she gained weight..or that's what she likes to tell people. The company she modeled for dropped her from her contract. Now, this spoiled has-been model lives in a rundown appartment, with no make-up, no money, no Starbucks (copyright), and a pair of Wal-Mart (copyright) flip-flops. Oh, what about her daddy's money? Ain't happening, her father went bankrupt with a bad investment in Jamie's modeling. Causing him to sink into depression, and shamelessly spending whatever money he had left on booze. Jamie's mother divorced and left him, leaving Jamie with her one possession..an emu.[url=http://wds.bologna.enea.it/vignette/vignette_foto/02-09-09-emu.jpg]..And his name is, "Emu"[/url]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]The city lights glow deminished behind sheets of white snow. The wind howled through alleyways and abandonded buildings. Reaper lifted her arms, allowing the strong winds to lift her trench coat and carry it about. Her dark hair licked and danced around her expressionless face. [i]It is so cold, yet, I feel so warm...The scent of death is strong, I can taste it in the wind..[/i] Reaper's fangs bit lustfully at her tongue, hungry for a drink. She bites at her bottom lip, forcing a small trickle of blood to seep down her chin. Her tongue slithered out, slowly licking the small amount of blood. A soft smile edged to break across a porcelain face. Reaper ran her hands down her breasts and stomach, her heavy steps crunched and sank in the thickening snow. Regretfully, her thoughts were shattered. A presence broke through her senses. She stops in the middle of the street. Her eyes gazed about the field of pure, stark white. The city had become an ocean of powdery snow. Buildings portruded like iceburgs, burried vehicles created the feeling of waves crashing and rising. Reaper stood still, her hand on the hilt of her blade. Her sensitive hearing picked up on light padding, steady breathing. Her sense of smell detected a male, young as she, yet older than herself. She blinked in slight confusion. The sound of his footsteps grew closer. His feet no longer hesitated to be silent. His pace was casual and care free. [b]"What is a creature such as yourself doing out in this torment of weather by herself?"[/b] Reaper smiled. This was something she never did often. In fact, the only time she ever produced such expression was in this presence. She turned about slowly to face her visitor. He stood just yards away, hands thrust into the pockets of his tattered coat. His black sunglasses shone brightly as the light reflected from the lenses. His hair deshelved and cast into the nipping winds. [b]"Come now, it has been var too long, my da'ling,"[/b] the Russian replied, hand gripping the hilt in anticipation.[/color] OOC: I have a certain someone *coughsMetatroncoughs* planned for the reply to this post..but if he doesn't start posting, then I will PM someone to respond to this..[/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=1]Her breath, silent and steady. The tips of her hair tickled and kissed his face. He held her close and sweetly brushed clingling strands of hair from her pouting lips. [b]"I believe we have missed another for far too long, Odysseus,"[/b] Consunse folded her arms over his chest and smiled softly up at him. [b]"Perhaps,"[/b] Odysseus chuckled lightly, folding one arm behind his head and the other strayed over Consunse's bare backside. The full moon's mystic light lummed and leered on the two's bodies through an opening in the canvas. Not a sound. The winds had stopped. No familiar sounds of sirens and gunshots of the city, nor the pleasant whispers of crickets and bull frogs from the country. Just absolute nothingness. Odysseus began to grow restless. He was one not apt for complete silence. He looked down at the woman laying on him. Her face relaxed with the slightest smile of accomplishment. Her petite body rose and fell gently with his synchronized breathing. He gently lifted her and slipped out from under her. Getting up he pulled on his jeans and covered Consunse with the blanket. He ruffled her hair playfully and grabbed his jacket and exited the tent. The night was black, the velvety sky lit up in thousands of shimmering diamonds. The desert sandrock cold as concrete under Odysseus's bare feet. He stood at the edge of a hole they had explored earlier that day. The spring-like breeze gust once or twice, tugging at his dark hair. Sighing, Odysseus turned and walked towards the campsite. A single glow caught his ever watchful eyes. It was coming from Carlos's tent. [b]"Wonder what he's doin up so late,"[/b] Odysseus looked at his watch. [i]0324[/i] (3:24 am) He shrugged to himself, that would be the same question Carlos would be asking Odysseus. He smirked in his response and headed over to pay a little visit to Carlos. As he passed the tents, he heard a light sobbing. He stopped and cracked open the tent's entrance. The moon's light peered in. [b]"Alex, you a'right man?"[/b] Odysseus's light brown eyes glew in the soft light. [b]"Yeah, I'll be fine,"[/b] Alex tried to give Odysseus a reassuring smile, but his eyes poured out his true feelings. Odysseus stared for a few seconds and smiled back, nodded and left Alex to his slumber. He knew of what bothered Alex and decided it best to just let him be. Questioning him would only upset him more. And that was something Odysseus did not want to do, to invoke an argument and possibly a fight. So instead, he walked over and entered Carlos's tent without a knock. [b]"Good morning, Odyssesus,"[/b] Carlos tossed a pillow. [b]"Easy killer, who knows what yer packing in that pillow,"[/b] Odysseus joked. [b]"Shut your trap, Ody."[/b] [b]"Hey now, that's not very nice,"[/b] Odysseus fluffed the pillow and lay down on the cot. The Hispanic man sighed in annoyance and laughed at Odyssues. He stood up from his chair and walked over to his footlocker, taking out a small flask. He held it towards Odysseus. [b]"Sure, why not...as long as you aren't trying to poison me,"[/b] Odysseus sat up and took the flask. [b]"Now why would I go and do a thing like that? You know very well if I wanted to kill anyone, I'd do it with my hands,"[/b] Carlos chuckled and sat down on his locker. [b]"Yeah, yeah,"[/b] Odysseus took a sip and handed the flask over,[b]"Holy Mosses,"[/b] coughing lightly,[b]"what in the crap is that?"[/b] Carlos rolled in laughter and took a sip.[/color][/font][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Odysseus rolled his eyes over her body. Consunse playfully, yet rough, way of putting herself on him amused him greatly. Both curious, both so aggressively fighting for an adventure, it was only natural. He slid his hand over her hip and down her inner thigh. [b]"You know, your sneaking up on me like this can get us both fired,"[/b] Odysseus pressed his thumb into the crease of her jeans. [b]"Odysseus, is that concern I hear?"[/b] Consunse pushed herself closer into Odysseus's arms, her lips hovered over his. The heat from her soft skin tickled Odyessus's lips, luring his face towards hers. Now, Odysseus was always known for being the "lady's man", but for some reason, every time he came so close to dominating Consunse, she always snapped back. This, in a bizarre sensuality, aroused Odysseus's curiosity. He found his hands slithering up her tank top and around to her back. To his surprise, Consunse's hands pulled at his belt. Their lips grazed for a split second, sending shivers down Odysseus's spine. Lustful for another, he pressed his lips gently against hers. As expected, Consunse matched his move. Even though it was cool and fresh outside, the atmosphere was heavy and humid, so much that you could slice it with a knife. The two breathed in sync, hearts racing, hands wandering aimlessly. [b]"Odysseus!! I need the reading for sector 16!!"[/b] Lorn's voice quickly shot through the darkness, shattering the sheet of fragile passion. [b]"F.cking A..."[/b] Odysseus growled in utter disappointment and pushed Consunse to the side. [b]"Don't go,"[/b] Consunse reached over and teasingly pinched at Odysseus's buttock. [b]"Hey! Watch it, Con-artist,"[/b] he jumped slightly, wrenching the printed readings from underneath the computer. [b]"Odys-" "I'm coming, damn you!"[/color][/size][/font][/b]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Silence, serenity, the sun had settled for the night, the only light Odysseus had was of the computer screen. Soft, green and blue light. He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head. Just as he began to doze off into, what hoped to be, a peaceful slumber. He tensed slightly as a cool, gentle breeze caressed his heated skin. Odysseus remained still, only opening his eyes to slits thinner than a peace of paper. He gazed at the computer screen which had now gone into sleep-mode. A sliver of gleaming silver slowly crept closer. He smiled. The blade of a Swiss knife quickly pricked and pressed against his throat. Odysseus grabbed the wrist that held the blade and twisted it away from his body. He stood up quickly, only to be met with a balled fist to his cheek. Unphased, Odysseus twisted the wrist harder and more forcively. A meek yelp was heard and Odysseus released, jerking the knife from the crippled hand. [b]"Good evening, Consunse,"[/b] Odysseus tossed the knife onto the table. [b]"Evening, love,"[/b] Consunse slid her hands around Odysseus's waist and into his back pockets. [b]"You'll be disappointed to find there is no wallet or money,"[/b] Odysseus grasped ahold of her wrists and pulled them out of his pockets. [b]"I wasn't looking for money,"[/b] Consunse cocked her hip and played with her shirt. [b]"What are you doing in my tent?"[/b] Odysseus fumbled through a pile of map readings. His caramel eyes watched his fellow comadre with emmense caution. As a result of his childhood and past years, Odysseus had never learned how to trust, even teammates. Consunse ignored his question without a sense of care. She walked around his tent and picked up his sword. [b]"Oh, just doing my rounds. What? It's not like you are busy,"[/b] she blew him a kiss and unsheathed his blade. [b]"Put that back. You'll put your eye out,"[/b] Odysseus mocked. [b]"Why do you have this? And where did you get it?"[/b] Consunse studied the perfect blade with a child-like curiousity,[b] "It's magnificant." "I found it,"[/b] Odysseus grunted, laying down on his cot. Consunse looked deviously towards the resting man and spun around. She weilded the blade and stopped it cenimeters above Odysseus's stomach. He lay calm and stared up at her. [b]"I said to put it back." "C'mon, show me how to use it." "No." "Yes." "G.od damnit, I said no,"[/b] Odysseus shoved Consunse from him and sat up. Consunse merely shrugged and sheathed the blade. Odysseus lay back a bit more relaxed, propping himself on his elbows. The two glared silently at one another, like two lions, ready to jump at the break of a twig.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][b]"Odysseus! What sector are we mapping tomorrow?"[/b] Lorn's voice was forced to ride against the grain of the wind's current. Odysseus sighed and stood up from his chair, dusting the accumilating sand from his computer. Strolling over to the tent's entrance, he grabbed his tan, leather jacket and pushed open the flap. The blazing heat and scorching blast of wind slapped Odysseus in his scornful face. [b]"Seventeen!"[/b] Luckily, Odysseus was in series with the current, it carried his voice like a boat on water. Lorn nodded in appreciation and the two gave eachother a thumbs-up. Odysseus smirked playfully at Lorn's every-now-and-then innosence of acknowledgement. It amused him. To Odysseus, Lorn was the big brother he never had. If anyone were to ever intend to harm Lorn, Odysseus was always there. Sweat dripped painstakingly from his firm chin, sizzling on the floor of stone-like dirt. Even as his age began to slowly climb, his physical assests were defiant, just as he was. He stood in the entry way of the tent, leaning tenderly against the wooden frame. His golden tanned skin glistened under his jacket, his jeans worn and ragged. His facial hair starting to jut out from his jaw and upper lip. Hey, what can you say, it's hard to keep shaven in the desert. Water is like gold, as not to be wasted on such petty of grooming ritual. Instead of shaving cream and water, Odysseus made use of his four inch butterfly knife, scraping ever so lightly along his jawbone and cheek bones. [b]"Why aren't you out there helping them?"[/b] a sweet, perky voice burst into his ears. Odysseus picked at his blade, the glare of the sun bouncing and dancing over a flawless face. Her eyes illuminated her smile, melting any man in their tracks. Her hair whipped across the horizon, her hands on her hips. [b]"Because, someone's got to monitor the computer,"[/b] Odysseus quirked, flipping his handles, closing the razor-sharp blade within. [b]"Then get in there and do your part, a.ss," [/b]she giggled and walked over to her tent. [b]"Aye, aye, Ma'am Val!"[/b] Odysseus rendered a mockery of a salute. The beauty just glanced over her shoulder and waved a slender finger. [b]"Ouch,''[/b] Odysseus chuckled and walked back to the tent to "do his part".[/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]I will agree with you, Hoy. I am into all of that phenomina of the paranormal, however, I cannot see how the "Blair Witch" can be considered of such. Sure, I've seen T.V. shows and specials over this topic and I've seen the movie/documentary. But think about it, think about where this supposedly took place. In the boondocks. You never know who will and can actually live out in the depths of the woods. There are many cases of insane escapees, and where would you go if you were a brutal killer escaped? The woods, where no one would find you. So along come these three students, all by themselves, only keeping eachother company. Who knows, perhaps they were slaughtered by some psychotic murderer. It happens everyday. Perhaps someone got away with a perfect murder. A countryside littered with haunted rumors of a witch, perfect. Who else will the people blame it on? No one. The people of that area are so freaked by these rumors of this witch, that they are led to believe anything out of the norm to be the cause of this "Blair Witch". Reasonable? In my opinion, in my mind and thought, that's how I see it. Could I be wrong? Absolutely. But, it makes sense to me.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][b]Name[/b]- Odysseus Crudele [b]Age[/b]- 31 [b]Gender[/b]- Male [b]Appearance[/b]- [url=http://www.psycko-manga.com/gallery/guy/8-5.htm]Clicky[/url] [b]Specialty[/b]- Survival Specialist and Mass Excavationist [b]Bio[/b]- It was not an option for Odysseus to become a survival specialist. His father was in the special forces of national defense, getting killed on acount of his drunken stasis, resulting in no insurance income for his wife and newborn son. His mother worked in a nuclear plant for their only means of income. At a very young age, his only parent, died from an unknown cancer. Doctors had believed it had something to do with the exposure to nuclear substances the woman had to work around. Odysseus was sent away to an orphanage, but quickly ran away. For many years to come, Odysseus lived amongst the turmoil of a crime-ridden city. He fought his way to live and for food. In his late teens, he was prosicuted for a murder and sentanced to working for a greedy Egyptologist escavate an ancient burial. After seven years of exhausting labor and brutal heat, the Egyptologist decided to terminate Odysseus' hard earned money salary. This money was being saved ever so hopefully in a release. Odysseus, blinded with insanity and rage and broken hopes, killed this b.astard of a man, taking back his money and escaped. He was finally free, and remained so for the next eight. Recently, an opportunity aroused Odysseus. The opportunity to escape from this hellhole of a city and life. The opportunity to wipe his slate clean and start anew. Without a thought of hesitation, he gladly accepted. "For a chance to blow s.hit up and reap the benifits...hell, I'll give my left nut for that." Blunt, yes. Crude, yes. I'm pleased to give you, Odysseus Crudele. Pleasure is all mine.[/color][/size][/font]

Ahh..Save me a spot! I don't know what my specialty will be, but I will post tomorrow.

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Darkness filled the room, the temperature plummeted, freezing the mercury within. A single candle flickered, it's small amount of warmth drew upon a daring moth. In this creature's greed for a sense of heat, it plunged into the flame, obliterating into ash. A muffled chuckle arose and echoed. "Isn't it amazing how humans are similar to the ignorance of a moth, Reaper?" "It is quite an intriguing concept," a few more candles errupted, illuminating a dark feminine figure. "Do you know of what I speak?" The figure stood and walked over to a candle. She played with the dancing flame with her slender fingers. Her breath puffed. Her empty eyes gazed around, fixing on a man. "Yes," Reaper nodded and snuffed the flame with her forefinger and thumb. The man walked casually towards Reaper and leaned against the stone pillar. The Russian turned to fully face this man, her arms folded impatiently. Her long fingernails tapped and drug along her pale, cold skin. "I want you to go and see what and who is responsible for this disturbance." "Yes, sir," with this Reaper turned sharply on her heals and exited the room. Her dark, satiny hair floated on the breeze. Her heels beat fiercely on the old, hardwood floors of the deep mahogany decored corridor. She enters an elegant, rich parlor. Dark blues and royal purples lavished the walls and tapistries. Several others lay lazily on the loveseats and sofas. Every eye followed Reaper's heavy and suave movement. "Reaper! I have been looking all over for you!" a young girl pounced in direct path. "Away with you," Reaper reached over and pulled an overcoat from the hat stand. "Where are you going?" the girl stood against the door. "Out," Reaper threw on the coat and shoved the girl aside. "You are going to hunt, aren't you? Can I go?" "No." Annoyed, Reaper slammed the door, throwing her into the blazing winds. The snow began to fall thicker and harshly, biting at her lips. Her eyes gazed about the frozen city, not a soul in sight. The wind carried a strong scent of death, arousing Reaper's senses. Her pace gradually picked up, her thoughts focused and merged, resulting in one word. "Alucard."[/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]"Are you just going to watch?" [b]-Kiros glanced at Azrael, concern filled his darkening eyes. Azrael smiled and breathed in deeply[/b]- "Do you not smell it, Kiros? As a demon, one would think you were to smell it first." "Smell..what?" "Fear." [b]-Kiros looked to Ann as she rapidly approached Ariel. He then looked back at Azrael[/b]- "It is the fear of no one here, Azrael." "Exactly, and I know you know who it is." "Are you going to go see him?" [b]-Azrael tilted his head curiously, watching the awakening Angel reign down her constricted wrath. He lifted himself gently and looked towards Melanira[/b]- "See to it that Ann stays alive." "Of course, Azrael, be careful." [b]-Azrael winked and looked towards Kiros[/b]- "Coming, old friend?"[/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Awesome! Thank you very much Quad, formerly known as K.K.C.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Alright, here's the request. Of the two links I'm going to put up for you, I would like to see these two pics mesh together for a banner. [url]http://archyland.free.fr/graphx/wall_mga/2/hellsing_5.jpg[/url] That one will be the entire background.. [url]http://members.optusnet.com.au/cbaph/temp/Hellsing.jpg[/url] That one blends into the empty space of the first pic.. And this is for the avatar: [url]http://www.basehead.org/files/shots/1-hellsing.jpg[/url] Thank you ^_^[/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Sorry it took me so long, but I did edit my character. Her bio isn't my finest, but I hate writing those things.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][b]-Azrael folded his arms lightly, watching the glory of this now wakening Angel. Kiros stood confidently beside his old friend, tilting his head slightly[/b]- "She's quite powerful. Her spirit seems highly familiar." "It should. Ann's strength drawls my breath away. I don't think I've ever seen such will within a child." "Hm, do you think she has a chance against Ariel?" "Yes." [b]-Kiros stared slightly confused as Azrael narrowed his eyes. Ann's face was twisted with pain and utter confusion, yet, it held mystique. Splendor and clarification shown through her shifting eyes. Ariel's blade glew ever so brightly as he lifted himself into the air and sped towards Ann[/b]- "Why?!" [b]-Ann's voice pierced through the burning light of Ariel's power, shattering his blade. Ariel stopped, astounded. Ann's aura began to radiate in every direction. Beams of silvery light shot out from her body. Azrael laughed and ducked from the beams, as did Kiros[/b]- "What is this?" [b]-Kiros chuckled and climbed to his feet[/b]- "This, my dear friend, is Ann's awakening."[/color][/size][/font]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][b]Name[/b]- Beatrix [b]Gender[/b]- Female [b]Race[/b]- Demon, Cat demon [b]Age[/b]- Appears to be in her 20's [b]Alliance[/b]- Tact Bio. [b]Skills[/b]- Beatrix possesses all natural cat-like abilities and reflexes, such as: Agility, flexibility, sensitive hearing, incredible sense of smell. However, sense she is demon and has been victim to many laboratory experiments, Beatrix's abilities have been highly advanced. Her speed is impeccable, her senses have enhanced tenfold, her sight in the darkness is as sharp as it is in the day. Magic? Hah, she may be demon, but not a demon of magic. Of course, she does hold the power, but she prefers not to use it. [b]Tools[/b]- Most of her body (as you can see in the picture) is mechanical when in demon form. [u]A Cat's Toy[/u]- Beatrix's claws extend and are equipped with projectile, poisoned needles. The poison, once injected, will instantly flow straight to the victim's heart. Once at the heart, the poison acts as an acid, slowly and very painfully melting the muscular organ. This siezes all movement in the heart and kills the victim within just a couple of minutes. [u]Catnip[/u]- This tool is Beatrix's tail. As like her claws, her tail extends and retracts. Only, there is no poison needles or what not. In fact, her tail is equipped with a powerful, multi-purpose laser blaster. It can be an ultraviolet light, searing creatures weakened by the sun. It can be a beam of scorching heat (imagine a lightsaber). It can also be a taser (stun gun). [b]Description[/b]- [url=http://www.psycko-manga.com/gallery/catgirl/7-8.htm]Demon Form[/url] [url=http://www.psycko-manga.com/gallery/babe/28-4.htm]Human Form[/url] [b]Biography[/b]- Beatrix's birthplace and most of her history is unknown. What is known, is that she came into Tact Bio's possession, bloodied and wounded. A dispatch of bandits and bounty hunters was sent to kill her for being the demon she is. Fortunately for her, Tact Bio took Beatrix under their feared wing and carefully rebuilt her body. As time went by, her genetics enhanced and her strength increased tremendously. [/color][/font][/size]