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[color=darkslategray][i][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Elleina [b]Age:[/b] looks to be around 17 [b]Appearance:[/b][url=http://www.psycko-manga.com/gallery/babe/28-9.htm]Elleina[/url] [b]Chara[/b]: Vampiress [b]Any thing else?[/b] Elleina is dark and somewhat depressive. She is known to keep to herself and has a crude sense of humor. She is not to be taken lightly, she is very serious about her "missions" and her techniques in fighting. I wouldn't suggest trying to get too friendly with her, it won't get you anywhere.[/color][/i][/size]

[b][size=1][COLOR=SlateGray][i]Hello Doll. I told you I would check it out ^_^..So here I go, enjoy.. Name: [/b]Yelena Zaitsev [b]Alias[/b]: Reaper [b]Race[/b]: Russian [b]Species[/b]: Vampire [b]Age[/b]: 666 (physical appearance looks 26) [b]Gender[/b]: Female [b]Appearance[/b]: [url=http://www.psycko-manga.com/gallery/babe/53-2.htm]Reaper[/url] *Imagine a short black skirt, that way she's not in her underwear. Yelena stands at a short 5'3" and weighs 115lbs.* [b]Weapons: {Natural vampiric abilities, however, due to her history, they are greatly advanced. Everything is tripled.} [u]Blade of Elecrophoresis[/b][/u]- The sword is an electroplated, titanium alloy that is very light and durable, unbreakable and incredibly strong. Electroplating is basically a covering or coating of electrons over metal, thus, only adding strength to the blade. This electroplating gives an electric field for charged colloidal particles or molecules to migrate and create high volts of searing electricity. When the opponent is stabbed or sliced with the sword, the high powered volts of electricity shoot throughout the body and burn the opponent inside-out. [u][b]Electrolysis' Slash[/b][/u]- Electrolysis is the chemical change or decomposition, produced in an electrolyte by an electronic current. This happens because the reinforced steel wires, enterweaved in the fibers of the whip-like cord, are coated with the same electroplating as the blade. When the opponent is whipped, the elecrtonic current of the wires begin to destroy the skin tissue. If the cut is deep, the electrolytes from the electronic current enter the blood stream and begin to destroy the internal muscles and organs, then begin to decay. The cord is 12' long and wraps around Yelena's left arm and the upper half of her body. [b]Personality[/b]: Sadistic, witty, stubborn, cold, and remains calm during battle. Her face usually carries no expression. If she is smiling, I will advise that you run. [b]Bio[/b]: Yelena has no memory of anything before the past one forty-five years. She tries to remember, but recollects nothing. All she remembers is the laboratory she escaped from. Since then, she's been on her own. The laboratory was owned by a prostigious scientist. He was known for his twisted creations and his sick mentality. Yelena came in his grasps after she'd already become a vampire, or was she already a vampire? Yelena had no idea, but this scientist captured Yelena and performed experiments and tests on her. He then altered her genes and enhanced her vampire abilities. Yelena woke after two decades of chryogenic sleep and killed all of the scientists in the lab. She escaped from the laboratory and set out into the changed world. Because of her enhanced DNA, Yelena quickly adapted to the new world. Her lust for blood was stronger, sending her to prowl the countries for her food. She started to investigate her history, but found nothing. This search for herself went on for years and the dead end sent Yelena into insanity. She became very sadistic and psychotic, slaughtering men and women, never a child. For unexplained reasons, Yelena could not bring herself to kill a child. Perhaps it was because of the day Yelena escaped. She stumbled into a small town, naked, cold, lost, confused, wounded from gun shots, and frightened. A young boy took her into his home and gave her clothes and the warmth of a stove. He helped Yelena learn how to speak English, he helped her to heal her wounds, he helped her to gain a sense of comfort. Yelena became attatched to this young boy. Something she'd never experienced. She began to develop human-like feelings of love and affection, she cared for the boy as if he were her child. One day, Yelena came back to the boys house to find his body slaughtered and delimbed. He lay in a puddle of his own blood, along with his loving parents. Yelena knew it was vampires and her heart turned cold and vengeful. She set out to avenge her young friend and brutally murdered every vampire in sight. To the vampires, she became known as "Reaper". [/color][/size][/i]

[color=DarkSlateGray][i][size=1][b]Okay, I think it's time for us to continue, don't ya think? I mean, I was just getting into this and I had to leave. I would like to try to bring it back to life. If not, then....okay..>.>[/b] :Where were we? *long, akward silence...* Damn, oh well. I guess we're just going to look for Annsie..: "Knight, please don't 'ni' anymore. I don't think my bladder can take it anymore!" Sir Annsie performed the delicate, well-known pee-pee dance. Richard looked curiously at this odd performance. He contemplated for a minute, stared, opened his mouth only to find it suddenly full of...*thinks*..[b]rodent dookie!!![/b] *dramatic music...and Richardt coughing and gagging* "I warned you!" Sir Annsie pointed. "I wasn't going to do it! I swear!!" Richard began to sob. Sir Annsie glared then began to walk. Richard followed relentlessly, sobbing and choking. The two ventured the meadows for hours before Annsie decided she had to strangle this knight. "STOP!!!! I BEGETH YOU!!!!" Richard lay helpless on the ground. *dirt flies, sods of mud and grass shoot out..Sir Annsie stands above her victim* "I said stop trying to ruffle my armor! It was custom made!!!" *odd silence, the two stare* Annsie was about to continue her beating Richard with the shovel until she heard a distrubing chant. Something about farts and splinters. Richard also heard and slowly crawled to his feet. "I hear other life forms..I must go and grace them with my irresistable nudeness!" Richard began to make his way into the woods. "NO!!" Sir Annsie dashed after him, tripping on a very large rock and falling face first into a puddle of mud, "@$!@^%!^%!$*^*&^$#$#!!!!!!!" [/size][size=3][b]CENSOR[/b][/size][/color][/i]

[color=DarkSlateGray][size=1][b]NAME[/b]: [i]Lt. Gen. Natallia Lucerro[/i] [b]AGE:[/b] [i]24[/i] [b]GENDER:[/b][i] Female[/i] [b]NATIONALITY:[/b][i] Italian, but defends the USA[/i] [b]APPEARANCE:[/b] [url=http://www.animeshrine.com/gallery.php?series=ghostintheshell&image=2]Italian Bird[/url] [b]SQUAD NAME[/b]: [i] 320th Air Force Infantry (Don't worry, I'll explain in my bio)[/i] [b]POSITION:[/b][i] Commander of Ground Forces[/i] [b]WEAPONS:[/b][i] Okay, I have no idea on what those weapons are in the pic, but that's what she has..use your imaginations..I'm going to say the guns in both holsters will be .45 Colts..um, the 6 inch blade, and that diesel riffle.[/i] [b]BIO[/b]: [i]Not much is known about Natallia, other than what she has been doing in the past 6 years. At the age of 18 she joined the Air Force for whatever reason she doesn't even know. Perhaps to impress her father, make her family and country proud, whatever. She just wanted to be in the military to kill people and break stuff. Why the Air Force? Isn't the Air Force the people who fly planes and sit in offices? Well, that was the case 50 years ago. Recent years have forced the air power onto the ground, due to lack of Army and Marine recruiting. The previous wars had passed a grim outlook on joining the armed forces, so there was a massive abundance of young men and women signing up for the Air Force. These young men and women joined thinking they did not have to go into battle. They were severly shocked at what the newly elected President of the United States had decided; Because of the lack of Army and Marine troops, the President had ordered the Air Force to develop an infantry. This is where we discovered Natallia. She was the first female to sign up under this new command. She had to undergo a grueling 3 months of survival training, being beaten and treated like a POW (prisoner of war). On top of that, she had to undergo 9 months of physical and mental torture to become one of the Air Force's finest combatant (person in combat). She has trained with many prototypes of weapons and was classed best marksman in 25 years. Natallia's bada$$ attitude and determination to prove herself aided her in climbing the chain of command in an unbelievable 4 year's time. For the past two years, Natallia has been in command of the 320th Air Force Infantry, leading her entire division into victorious battles and brought a great amount home. Natallia is the hardest of hardcore and does not faulter under any circumstances. I suggest you don't try her. [/color]OOC: Okie dokie, let me know when you start..[/size][/i]

[color=DarkSlateGray][i][size=1]Hey bud, I know you are new (I helped ya find this place), but there are certain rules we must abide by here. One of which is "Double posting". If you would like to add on to your original post, just click "Edit" and add on ^_^. Just for future reference. Laters[/color][/i][/size]

[size=1][i][color=DarkSlateGray][b]OOC: Undefeated, seeing as how you are a memeber and I know you've been here a while, I think you'd know better than to write short posts. If you can't think of much to write, then please refrain from writting small posts.[/b] IC: "Well, that was interesting..'' Anzu looked over her shoulder for a brief second. As if it had appeared out of nowhere, a heavy, oak gate put an abrupt halt in Anzu's full run. She stammered back several feet, shaking her fist at her ignorance. From behind this massive piece of wood, shouts and the sound of ruffling armor began grow into a roaring rage. Anzu grinned, leaping on top of the castle wall. "Up there!! An assassin!! Attack!" Arrows began to fill the sky, soaring fiercly at Anzu. "Heh," she reached into her robes, withdrawing her paper fans. Whispering incantations slowly and almost silently, Anzu brought her fans into the air and swooped them down. The extravagent force of the wind produced snapped every arrow in half. "What the.." the men stopped firing their worthless arrows. "Fools, you are already dead," Anzu chuckled lightly, raising her paper fans and jumping down to the dirt, fanning the area. A cloud of dust floated around the men, Anzu fanned faster creating a suffecating atmosphere. The men coughed and gagged, franticaly searching for an escape. A lioness Anzu appeared to be, prowling on the men, decapitating and mauling them with her blade and sickle. The once dirt cloud slowly made a drastic transition to a rain, but not of dirt, but of blood. "That takes care of that.." Anzu smiled and sheathed her weapons and fans. Cautiously, Anzu scanned the area of the castle. Hiding in the shadows from more guards. Another noise jolted Anzu to attention. It was a loud clatter from some yards behind her. She edged her way closer towards the direction in which the sound came, careful not to make any noise herself. Katana drawn, Anzu's eyes quickly adjusted to see a figure. He stood, swearing and mumbling. The man spun around, throwing a clay pot. Anzu unsheathed her blade and sliced the clay in half. "Assassin.." the man's voice rode along the warming breeze.[/color][/size][/i]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][i][size=1]What? You are leaving the OB? I won't allow you to go down peacefully, Tyler.*shakes fist* Well, I will give you the pleasure of having me in your last, one of your last, RPs...However, I cannot give you a complete character without your consent on whether I can be a summoner (I'll be PMing you) [b]Name[/b]- Fuyu (last name unknown) [b]Age[/b]- Appears to be around the age of 18 [b]Gender[/b]- Female [b]Description[/b]- [url=http://www.animeshrine.com/gallery.php?series=ayashinoceres&image=11]Fuyu[/url] [b]Personality[/b]- [b][u]Weapons[/b][/u]- 6 foot staff with a moon-shaped amethist medallian. [b]Magic Type[/b]- Summoner [u][b]Spells[/u][/b]- [b]Creature type/description[b]- White tiger [b]Bio[/b]- I'm sorry, I can't finish at the moment...[/color][/size][/i]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][i][size=1]OOC: I am so freakin lost @.@... IC: A furry of razors hurled mercilessly towards Anzu. Their edges hungry for her blood, their purpose was to draw upon her blood. With a keen sense of calm, Anzu quickly drew upon her blade and sickle, slicing through the air. Anzu performed a gracelful backflip, the delicate clanking of her chain signaling she had landed. A rain of splinters flittered along the cool breeze. "Fare.." Anzu held tight to her sickle. "Hardly. Graceful, yet a dull performance," Mabaroshi's voice whispered through the darkness. "You are wasting my time. As you are wasting yours," Anzu sheathed her katana. "Time..are you in such a hurry to go on with your murderous life?" "And what about you?" "It is none of your business to concern yourself with me," Mabaroshi slowly stepped from the shadows. "Likewise," Anzu squinted and slowly began to walk away. "I will not let you kill Oda, you are aware of this?" "We shall see," Anzu growled lightly. The two began to circle eachother. Eye contact was crucial, one blink could cost either one of them their life. Hands twitching on the hilts of their strength, minds clear as spring water, hearts beat steadily. Suddenly, both fighters stop. The split of breath, the two charged, blades whirling and clashing. Fluid movements of their bodies made it near impossible for either of the assassins to land a cut. Mabaroshi spun around and ducked Anzu's blade, tripping her with a swing of his leg. Anzu fell forward and pushed herself up quickly, kicking Mabaroshi in the chin. Anzu stood up and threw her sickle, catching Mabaroshi's blade. "Damn," Anzu chuckled. "Are you finished?" Mabaroshi's voice hinted annoyance. "Perhaps," Anzu jerked her chain, retracting the sickle with Mabaroshi's weapon. Catching the blade in one hand and the sickle in the other, Anzu stared blankly at Mabaroshi. Stepping back a few feet, Anzu tossed the blade into the forest and ran in the opposite direction, towards a castle that she thought to be Ino's. [b]I had better watch my back..[/b][/i][/size][/color]

[color=DarkSlateGray][i][size=1]Oh wow, thanks Boo. That is amazing. Thank you very much^_^[/color][/size][/i] However, the avi won't work..it won't let me *is sad*

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][size=1][i]Anzu lingered through the sleepy forest, re-reading the scroll over again. She had heard of this name before, this "Yota". Though, it was only a first name. "Yota....Where have I heard this name before?" Anzu spoke aloud as in a hope to jog her memory. She rememebered back several months when her "master" started to research on a man Anzu only knew as Ino. Somehow, Yota had connections with this Ino and had begun to interfere with her master's trade. Her master, Majirobi, had had enough of Ino's wishy-washy deals and planned on killing him, taking back all of the money Ino had stolen. "Yes, I shall take this quick job for now. Money is most useful in this disgusting world," Anzu smirked and quickened her pace. A few hundred feet down Anzu came upon a clearing. Small and peaceful, yet there was a disturbance. Slight, but distinctive to Anzu. It was a presence all assassins know, death. Curiously, Anzu warily moved towards the light rustling of the brush. She caustiously drew upon her blade, eyes scanning the bamboo forestry. Silence, only the sound of the rain. Just as Anzu was turning to leave, a swift breeze of a blade collided with hers. Sparks and grinding of metal lit up a young face, the face of a male. Anzu pushed back, matching his force. Another breeze, Anzu ducks to avoid being side-swiped by a leg. As she ducked, Anzu quickly brought her blade down and slashed at the fighter's abdomen only to be met with a heel in her shoudler. "What is a woman like you doing out here?" a chilling voice broke the silence. Anzu jumped to her feet and flicked her wrist lightly, "I'm taking a walk. Is that so strange?" The young man stood still, Anzu calm and watchful. The two stared at eachother for several minutes before Anzu moved. "If you don't mind," she began to walk away. "Who is 'Yota'?" Anzu froze, reaching for her scroll to find it missing. She spun around to see the man reading. "Please give that to me," Anzu held out her hand. "Tell me," a hint of childishness slowly grew. "It is none of your concern. Now, I asked you nicely. Don't make me..." "He has a connection to Ino, doesn't he? You plan to kill them both?" Anzu blinked in bewilderment, but smiled, "Perhaps, it means nothing to you. Return my scroll." Smirking, the young man tossed the scroll. Anzu slipped it into her robes and sheathed her sword. "Your name?" Anzu resting her hand on the ivory hilt started to pace a circle.[/color][/size][/i]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][i][size=1]Okay, now I warned you all that I am a chamelion...in short, I'm always changing. Yes, I've come to request another banner/avi. [url=http://iacs5.ucsd.edu/~aewalter/images/angel-kiss3.jpg]Setsuna and Sarah[/url] There is the picture that I would like to have made into a banner and avi. For the banner, I would like pretty white font (cursive, swirly, as long as it can be read) w/ the word "Virtue" in one of the bottom corners. As for the avi, just a close up of their mouth area. And for those who saw my last Setsuna and Sarah avi, you know what I'm talking about. It was the awesomest, made by the one and only Piro Munkie. So, once more..have at it..[/color][/size][/i]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][i][size=1]OOC: I changed her name from Yansi to Anzu.... IC: "Anzu...what...why...did you..do this to..me.." a greying man bows at Anzu's feet. Blood spilling from his aged body. Anzu stepped back, grasping her blade. The man tried to crawl towards her, but Anzu kicked him in the throat, sending him reeling backwards into the wall of the hut. "Anzu..." "What, Master? You wish to live?" Anzu spat, slowly twirling the blade, moonlight dancing base to tip. The man's blood dripping from Anzu's hands. "I...helped..you...and this..is how you..repay me!? You..are a whore!" the man threw a dagger, only for it to be slapped away by it's cousin katana. "Bastard!" Anzu thrust forward, driving the blade into the man's skull. His body twitched, choking on blood and his pride. A small thud drew Anzu's attentive stare to the floor below the man's feet. A scroll, neatly rolled and tied with a single red ribbon. Anzu released the man from the wall and knelt to pick up the scroll. Sneering at the man she called "Master", Anzu began to dress. The stark white and soft purples and pinks of her kimono harshly contrasted the darkness of the room. Anzu looked at the scroll, a single character was stamped in the center of the paper, forgiveness. "Heh, you ignorant fool. Forgiveness is for those who cannot bear the shame of their sins. I will not give you the pleasure of dying peacefully and entering the afterlife with grace," Anzu grabbed her blade and cleaned it. Entering the early hours of the cool morning, Anzu slowly walked down a small path in the forest. Looking once more at the scroll, Anzu noticed more writting. Another mission: [b]"Name: Yota Age: 34 Location: Kyoto Information: Yota, heir to mass fortune of the steam engine industry. Uses the industry to smuggle drugs into the city. Is forming a large group of men to overthrow his father and Kyoto. Has been traced to many crimes of murder, connections with local gangs, various accounts of illegal prostitution. Mission: Kill Yota."[/b] Anzu smirked, rolling the scroll and slipping it into her robes. A soft sheet of rain fell, droplets sliding down the ivory hilt of her katana. The sweet smell of pine and rain filled Anzu's senses, granting her peace. All was lost as a snap from a twig jolted Anzu from her meditative state. "Who's out there?" Anzu rest her hand on the hilt. No noise was made. All that was in Anzu's ear was the sound of rain. Her dark eyes darted around her surroundings, skeptical of everything in sight. Just as Anzu was about to continue, a small rodent emerged from the brush. Anzu quickly drew her sword and sliced the animal, sheathing the blade before blood was allowed to settle. "Now that wasn't very nice," a calm, witty voice echoed lightly into Anzu's ear. Whirling around, the katana resting against a throat. Anzu gazed, but could not make out the face of this person. "You watch that weapon of yours, woman," the person planted a fist into Anzu's stomach. Anzu grunted and stumbled back. Instead of attacking, she stood still, awaiting further actions from this mysterious figure. "Who are you?" Anzu stood straight. "That is none of your concern. I am not here to harm you, I was just passing through. Now if you'd kindly excuse me," the figure began to walk away. Anzu squinted to make out the figure of a man. A young man, not much older than she. He wore a blade as well. Anzu dismissed the questions in her head and continued to walk down the muddy path. [b]That man..he had a weapon as well... Why did he not attack?[/b][/color][/i][/size]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][size=1][i] First of all, I don't care who started what or whatever, but there are conversations that need to stick to Private Messages....as Arcadia has already stated. You should know better. If you have issues with someone or with what was said, take it up in PMs. Secondly...my character: [b]Name:[/b] Anzu Oniekuyo [b]Age[/b]: 17 [b] Gender:[/b] Female [b]Appearance[/b]: [url=http://www.animeshrine.com/gallery.php?series=atsukoishida&image=11] Yansi[/url] [b]Organization[/b]: Assassin [b]Origin[/b]: Japan [b]Fighting techniques[/b]: [b][u] Moubu (Blinding Dance)[/b][/u]- Anzu is known for her stunning and ellusive beauty. It is said that here eyes have captured her opponent's vision to fight with just a bat of an eye. Her delicate smile and graceful paper fans conjoin in an inticing (sp?) dance. Mezmorized and consumed with their empty lust, the opponent's ability to battle drastically deminishes, giving Yansi the opportunity to rush the opponent and deliver a deathly attack with her piercing katana. Blinding Dance is an anctent tradition passed down throught generations of Anzu's family. The dance was originally performed for an emperor's succession to power. Legend has it that Yansi's grandmother captured the heart of the young emperor, Ishitu Yojo, with this dance. Soon, a love sparked between them, which was strictly forbidden because Ishitu was Emperor and Yansi's grandmother, Aoni, was a poor village peddler. Ishitu did not care, he was blinded with Aoni's beauty and defied his people for her love. For this, the people turned on Ishitu and murdered him. Not long after, they seized Aoni and cursed her for her seductive dance. The hatred was so strong with the people, that the curse was to pass from Aoni's daughter, and to her daughter, and so on. [b][u]Shakuenka (Blazing Petals)[/b][/u]- Petals represent happiness, kindness, a sense of childish innocense. A peace of the moment, a petal will fall. A start of a new, a petal will graze the cheek to rid the face of tears. But a petal is only as good as the flower it feeds from. Yansi, the flower; her katana, the petal. Hand-in-hand, Yansi and katana, a flower of rich color and power. (the attack's name) is used only with the pedal, the katana. It is a relaxed and fluid style of fighting with the blade. Hands relaxed, barely grasping the hilt, mixed with Anzu's smooth, graceful movements. Her eyes remain soft and innocent, her smile is kind and small. Intimidating? No. Breathtaking? Yes. Almost like dance, Yansi flows over the ground, confusing her opponent with her movements and gorgeous physic, catching them off guard at the precise moment. From here, a blaze of attacks from the whisping petal, flashes of burning sparks set from the sleek steel of the katana. This style usually follows (Blinding Dance) or previously before. It all depends on how Anzu is feeling, whether to make a brutal attack..or to torture her opponent with her body. [b]Weapons[/b]: [b][u] Shakuentou (Fire's Blade)[/b][/u]- 2 and a half feet in lenth, crafted of stainless steel, small grooves on either side of the blade, light weight and extremely durable. The katana was "given" to Anzu at the age of 13. It belonged to her master/fiance, Hito Sanuske. Hito used the blade to protect Yansi, and in a futile attempt, she used it to protect him. Unfortunately, his wounds were mortal and he died in Yansi's arms. In his last request, he asked Anzu to protect it and use it as he had taught her. She did, and she has never lost a fight with the Fire's Blade. She keeps the katana concealed in her kimono robes, in an ivory casing and on her right hip. The hilt is ivory with gold inlays. On the base of the metal is a crest that Hito had etched, a dragon and paper fans. The dragon represented his pride, and the fans represented his love for Yansi. All of her anger does not reflect through her face, attitude, or movements, but within the blade itself. Her attacks are so fierce and fast, the blade heats up as if it had been set on fire. Hence the name. [b][u]Musha (The Warrior)[/b][/u]- A 10 inch, crecsent moon-shaped blade, made from the same metal as the katana, attatched to a small, yet indestructable chain. Characters and inscriptions of honor and pride, protection and strength are etched into the blade for Yansi to remember what she is fighting for.[b] Hono[/b]r, for her family. [b]Pride[/b] in herself. [b] Protection[/b] a vow she promised to her love. and [b]Strength[/b], to provide motivation to continue killing. [b]Personality[/b]: Anzui, bold, quiet, strong, smart and beautiful. She has a sweetness to her face, yet, inside she is cunning and ruthless. She doesn't take kindly to men, for the most part, and despises the female race. Strange she may seem, not wanting to belong to woman, nor wanting to be man. It is hard to tell what she's thinking for she keeps her emotions and thoughts to herself. Trust is something she has not developed and keeps to herself. She "hunts" alone, and prefers to stay that way [b]Bio[/b]: The years following the downfall of Hirogashi's empire had struck the lands to drought and baron fields of neglected crops. "Productivity" was a word only the elders knew. Anzu was born in this time of depression and misery. Nonetheless, her childhood was happy. Her parents, Kasuko and Chinta, labored hours upon hours to give her that happiness. They, of only a few families, owned one of the most rare of cash, cattle. An industry that was small, but rich in trade. Kasuko and Chinta often traded their animals for other means of food or money, only to have it taken away by communism and the local thugs. Anzu, fortunately, being so young, had no cares or worries about financial disputes. She played normal child's games, got into some mischief, as would children do. Until one cold winter's night, Anzu's father was out on a trade and had not returned in days. Chinta, with Anzu, took to the night to search for her husband, only to find him dead. Anzu stared confused as the snow began to whisp harshly. Clashing of swords, shouts of men, Chinta took Anzu in her arms and fled back towards the village. To her dismay, the men that had attacked her husband were quickly catching up. She hid her seven year old daughter in a hollowed out tree and drew upon her blade. Anzu watched in horror as the men visciously and mercilessly beat her mother down and rape her. Anzu screamed with rage and ran at the men, in hopes to save her mother. Futile efforts of a child, the men overpowered Anzu, raping and beating her as well. Laying lifeless, Anzu was forced to watch her mother being decapitated. One man grabbed Anzu by her hair and picked her off of the ground, readying his blade. A scream cracked the brittle, winter breeze. A scream of no human nor animal. A scream of steel, slicing through the air, only to soar straight through the man's hand, lodging him to the tree. Anzu fell to the ground and scrambled back towards her mother, a splash of bright red blood on the piercing white snow stopped Anzu in her tracks. She tried to stand up, but her feet felt of lead. Without realizing, a tall, broad figure gently lifted Anzu to her feet. A man, young and strong. His black hair danced in the wind, brushing across a face that held one expression...death. Anzu respected him and begged for him to teach her to fight. Hesitantly, he agreed. His name was Hito Sanuske. Years pass, and Anzu grows strong and older. She is now thirteen, Hito of twenty and four. Spring, such a wonderful season. To see the cherry blossoms in full bloom, the smell of wildflowers, and the sounds of a bustling community of birds and animals. It was on this day that Hito realized Anzu's true potential. Alone, Anzu practiced swordsmenship along with Moubu. Hito became enchanted with Anzu's graceful movements and the soft accents of her body, becoming Anzu's first victim. It was on this day Hito asked Anzu as his wife. The wedding day, Hito found himself in a duel with a friend of the men he killed years before. Unfortunately, the man was stronger than Hito, killing him in front of the bride in white. Hito's blood soiled Anzu's pure white kimono. She knelt beside her love, promising that she would fight for him, never to love again until she had rectified his death. Picking up Hito's blade, Anzu charged the man who had slain the only thing she had left. With one slash, Anzu gutted the man from naval to chin. Her heart filled with hatred and vengence, yet never allowing her emotions to show. Soon a lust grew within Anzu. The lust to kill, for blood, for the agonizing screams from her helpless opponents. Four years down the road Anzu came upon a job. One that would allow her to feed her lust with profit. She would become an assassin, one of the most feared and well-known. [/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]oO..well damn. Okay, no problem. Thanks Syk3 ;) [/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Oh, I like. Thank you, Kyo. Now could you send me an avi of just the character? Just send it via PM. Thank you once again. As for the rest of you artists, you will have your chance for me to use your works. Trust me, you can ask anyone who knows me here, I change my banners/avatars [b]alot[/b]...right Syk3? lol So once again, thank you Kyo. The banner is awesome.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Oo..whoa, PT. That was more scary than dark. But interesting. Kyo, I like the avatar, the wording I mean. So if you could put the wording from the avi into the banner and leave the avatar as the X character, that would be good. Any more takers?[/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]No questions asked people..I want a dark banner. I'm not feeling my happy self right at the moment, and sadly probably won't be for a while now. So it is up to you all to help me seek some comfort with artwork. What do I mean about "dark"? Well...dark, of course. Something gothic, depressive, emotional. I'll let this be an open medium subject. Meaning, I'm not giving you all like a certain anime or subject. It's my style to have everyone submit their banners, and you all know what I say...I'll take the best of the best....and of course, my most famous saying..have at it. Laters[/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Okay, okay..I know you all have been waiting..but, you are just going to have to wait some more. I am very busy here in tech school and time is not as abundant as it once was. So I will try to get my character up this weekend, along with who's accepted and possibly the story. So look out. Angie, you are Fate, now post your character! ....AND I FEAR NOT YOUR COWS!!!...>.>....(If you read Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, you'll understand).. Laters[/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]"Quid pro quo'', an equal exchange; substitution; Latin for "what for what?" How powerful this expression can be, and how much danger it can bring. Danger? you ask. Yes, brought on by greed and selfishness. Two elements in the destruction of men. Greed drives us to meet our selfish ambitions; whether it be for money, power, recognition, or for love. Even love, such beauty and grace, is tainted with evil such as greed. However, selfish acts of one envoke others to commit into acting on honor and selflessness. This is where we find the Latin expression fall into play... Two brothers, both powerful and strong. Bot sons of Lucifer, King of Demons. Lucas, eldest of Lucifer, arrogant and proud. Marcus, youngest of Lucifer, kind and very powerful (unknown to himself and to Lucas). Brothers hardly ever seen apart, together they roamed the lands of all the Hells, demanding and receiving all respect and fear. As tradition flows, the time came when Lucifer had to pass his power. Lucas, being the eldest of the two brothers, expected a handsome sum. To his disgusting surprise, Marcus was crowned the King of Demons. Naturally, this drives Lucas into rage and he flees Hell. As Fate would have it, she offered Lucas a bargain. She promised him power beyond his wildest desires to destroy his brother if he were to give something in return; If he succeeded, he would keep the powers. If he failed, he would be damned to be slave to her. Lucas, filled with his hatred and greed, took the bargain. He set out on his rampage, upsetting the balance between Good and Evil. His terrible reign of fear spread into the immortal world of angels, starting a holy war. Marcus, in a desperate attempt to stop his brother, approached Fate, offering his position of King of Demons in exchange for the power to defeat his brother. Little did Marcus know that Fate had a scheme for him. She gave him the power of an angel. That's right, Fate sensed Marcus' unselfish act and granted him the honor of being pure. As time progressed, Marcus discovers a different side to him and becomes comfortable with being an angel, even falls in love with one. Remembering what he has set out to do, Marcus seeks his brother out, growing angry at him for torturing so many innocents. Unfortunately, demonic blood still courses throughout Marcus' body, causing peeks of evil power (imagine a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde effect). The fate of both brothers will sway the fate of exsitence. The outcome, heh, you shall see in the end..... ==================================== [center][b][u]Sign up[/u][/center] Name: Age: Speices:[/b] (angel or demon) [b]Gender: Appearance: Weapons/Abilities: Bio:[/b] (explain the relationship the character has to Lucas and/or Marcus) [center][b][u]What I Need[/center][/b][/u] Alright, I need one person to be Lucas..I'm going to be Marcus..Also, I need someone to be the angel Marcus falls in love with. I want only a few angels and a few demons. I expect the best of writers, and I will determine who gets into the story. So in other words, if you want a part, you have to write the part. Short character descriptions will not cut. I will be looking for correct usage of grammar, correct spelling, and mature writting......Have at it..[/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]OOOHHH!!! Pick me!! I don't have the time right now, but I WILL come back later and re-read this and sign up%_^ Please save me a spot, DW [/color][/size][/i] [size=3][b]DW!! PM me...please..[/b][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Whoo-hoo! Thanks Ruby! Now..the matching avi...>.>....Could you take the corner with all of the weird swirly things and stretch it into an avi? That would look kewlies.[/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]I like Ruby's, the one with "Annie" written down the side. Rub, if you could put me and Clank in the banner, that would be perfect%_^...If there are any more takers, have at it![/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=2]Holy crap, this thing is still going? That's freakin awesome! I love every bit of it%_^ More, more, more! More Syk bashing! >.>...I loves you Syk. DW, good to see you still have it....=D hehehehe, shortie%_^ I loves you too, lol. I want to see the next Lesson! Hurry up!!1!1!! [/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=2]Hey all, yes, yes, hold your applause..okay, don't :cool: I'm finally back in teh game and I want a kewlie banner.....*waves madly* HI SYK1111!!!!1!!11!! I missed ya bud!!11! *clears throat* Anywhoo, I would love an Angel Sanctuary banner and matching avatar. Animation would be lovely, but I will take the best of the bestest. Whoever comes up with one that catches my fancy first, wins the honor of me, the lovely cyber hot vampire goddess with unadulterated sexiness Annie, using the banner and avatar ;) Oh, what is it that should be in the banner? Hm..well, something kinda romantic (cuz I want that saying that's in my sig incorporated within the banner)..but at the same time, a little dark. Visit my myOtaku site to see what I like..if that will help any. But...>.>...have at it [copyright2004] Laters[/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=2]Hmmm...well, in my opinion, you should describe this manga. It doesn't do you much good to get opinions if you don't explain the story line a bit. Just a suggestion. [/color][/size][/i]