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OOC: Huh. I am really confused, but I will try. IC: Tanji watched, and rolled her eyes at Cur. "Okay, now he starts quoting anime. OWnderful.." She turned to Sara and Kayin. "Kayin, how exactly does he expect us to find him?" Kayin shrugged. Tanji cast a glance all the way around the circle of people, and said, "I'll be back." She walked away, and disappeared into the forest. The girl looked around, and smiled. She felt comfertabel in the forest - more so than in they city. She made sure she wasn't close to the group, and bird called. She was answered by a bird call. Tanji threw her arm up as a flurry of wings came down from the sky. A large peregrine falcon lighted on her arm. She smiled. [i]:Good day, Tanyandra.: :Good day, Tanji.:[/i] OOC: I have to go, its thundering.

::crakcs knuckles:: Here we go... I'll start with the oldest. Nicholas Cat: Nicky (Or Fritz) is the oldest. Three years, I think. He's a black cat(used to be a pure black), with a white spot on his chest and gold-green eyes. He has a high voice... not the type to be held, but loves to be petted. Henry henable Spot: Yup. THats his whole name. He's a orange tabby, and the only cat we have that will sit still in your lap for more than ten minutes. He's the loudest, but very lovable. Isabell Gretchen 'THing': Her nickname is Bobo Bizzabell or Miss thing. She's a calaco, and Herny's sistter. She his kinda heavy set. She will let no one pick her up, except me. Anyone else tries to pick ehr up, and she turns into a razor fur ball. I'm kinda her person, while Henry is my brothers.... We've had theese cats for about two years. Next up is Lancelot Alexander: He's almost a year old. He's my baby, and he's a collie labrador mix. He's this tawny gold color, except for his paws, the tip of his tail, and a stripe that goes down his muzzle, gets large at his chest, and covers his belly. He's big, but he thinks he's a lap dog. One of the sweetest dogs you will ever meet. Beauty Bell Froglet Hyper Tension Chew toy(with to many nicknames to count) is the next youngest. We call her belldandy, bellydancer, rubber belly, beally dan, belly, beauty, it goes on. She is a black terrier, though whic kind, we don't know. We thik Cairn terrier, but not sure. She's black, and has the longest legs! She stands on her hind legs and dances with us. Last but not least is Cameron Blue Eyes Cat. He's my brothers cat, and not even a year yet. He's a pain in te butt, but a love if you give him catnip. He's a grey-blue-brown tabby, and small. He and Bobo always fight. Lessee.... before Alia moved out, we also had two fish. One was seven years(or was it eight?) and was a goldfish. He died last year. The other one died the year before that. So thats eight pets, with only six stilll living. My mom had a parakeet that could sing 'If I was a Rich Man' from Fiddler on the Roof. But her cousin Daneille let it out of the house and it flew away. It used to attack shoe lace strings, and would wake my grandmother up by sticking his beak in her ear and singing to her.

[color=purple][size=2][font=times new roman]OOC: Sorry, I didn't get on the computer for two days. I'm not exactly sure what to do. ---------- Tanka Steffanie Tyler was silent as her mother berated her. "Young lady, I expected you home by ten, and you come home at half past one! This is the last time I am letting you go out..." Steffanie's face was a mix of proper shame and the expression of guilt seemed to satisfy her mother. The teen's mind, however, was elswhere. [i]Daniel... he stood up for me. He shouldn't have. They'll oinly-[/i] Her mothers sharp glance down at her daughters face told Steffanie she had been caught not listening. "Steffanie, I expected better from you! You do wonderful in school, your an excellent soccer player, and you have amazing friends! Couldn't you just once, just [i]once[/i] listen to me?" Her mother threw up her hands, and turned. Steffanie looked at the floor. SHe mumbled, "I am sorry, mother." If her mom ever found out what had really happened, she would never let her out of the house again. "Steff, you've said that! And you keep saying you'll do better! Was is it? You attract trouble!" Her mother turned, and stormed out of the room. Steffanie stood in the kitchen, staring that the floor. Then, when she was sure her mom was in the basement/rec-room, she quietly ran up the carpeted stairs to her room. AS soon as the door was shut firmly behind her, Steffanie let out a sigh. She looked around her purple walled room, and at the door frame to her equally dark bathroom. Taking a glance at her clock, she quickly deduced that she had enough time to take a shower beofre she would have to do anything baout her mom. Grabbing a towel, she went into the bathroom, and set down ehr change of clothes. Steffanie stood, looking at herself in the full mirror, her eyes rimmed with dark skin. [i]Not enough sleep... I'm starting to look like a ghost.[/i] She thought.[/font][/size][/color]

[b]Name:[/b] Mimi [b]Weapon:[/b] Feather Whip [b]G.F.:[/b] Shiva [b]Element:[/b] Ice [b]Special Ability:[/b] Minute Move: inables her to 'hop' distances, though no farther than five feet. [b]Bio:[/b] Part of the Digidestined, she was alwasy on vacation. When she was in the Digiworld, she found her friend... Palmon. She is a very bubbly girl. (She likes pink. ^_*)

[color=orange][font=times new roman][size=2]Willow stood in the shadows of the arena's giant bleachers. She watched, and her brow scrunched up in confusion. She gasped when Israfel broke from the arena. She ran towards him, not away, as th ecrowd was so obviously doing. She yelled up to the other dumbfounded fighters, "Stop him!" The girl was making her way thoruhg the screaming people. She growled, her eyes flashing. Willow launched herself into the air, and yelled. Israfel's attention went to her. His eyes narrowed. She attempted tackling him - which didn't really work. He was a sturdy guy. She gritted her tteth as he flung her away, and she crashed into a wall. Willow picked herself up, and ran for a suit up area. She suited up, and stepped forward. She dulled the crowds noise, then bit her lip. [i]I hate to do this...[/i] she thought. Then she concentrated. Willow's mind projected a high-pitched sound into Israfel's mind.[/font][/size][/color]

[font=times new roman][size=2] OOC: Oh! I get it! IC: Taylor hugged her arms tight around her as she felt the icy wind breathe on the Digidestined. She walked forward with them, eyes searching. It was getting dark, but the D-Tectors lit up, and everyone walked by their light. THey walked for what felt like hours. Taylor looked around, admiring the stalagtites and the stalagmites. THey had ice and water dripping from the. Taylor's foot kicked a loose stone, and she jumped. Bumping into Kouichi, she gasped. "Sorry." She said sheepishly as he raised an eyebrow at her. Taylor's eyelids half closed. She sighed. "I am so tired... and its so cold!" She hugged her jacket about her, and zipped it up. Up in front, a light started pulsing. Everyone looked at Taylor, and she took off at a run. She turned numerous corners, but still the light pulsed, seemingly just out of reach. Taylor grumbled. She slid to a stop when she finally reached the light. A small light pulsed gently, though very bright, in the middle of a ice pillar about as tall as Taylor herself. She sheilded her eyes from the light, ehr eyes accustomed to the cave's darkness. Kouichi tapped ehr shoulder. She spun. "Oh." He sid, " Taylor, your spirit's porbablly in there." Taylor turned around, her mouth formed in a small o of amazement. She held up her D-Tector. The ice pillar shattered, and standing there was a large ice blue and silver tiger-like Digimon. It had silver rings hovering around the end of its long, slender tail, and two rings hovering around each of its ankles. None of the rings touched its fur, and the rings pulsated lightly with the same light at the ice. The Digimon went into the D-Tector, and Taylor said, "Dude." Everyone started walking again, and they were soon out of the cave - Taylor stopped suddenly. Kouichi alsmot slammed into ehr, and said, "What'd you stop-" He looked where Taylor was looking. "Oh." There was a cliff, and the drop looked to be no less than 200 feet. OOC: Tag, Blanko![/font][/size]

Arcadia is right.... but I'm signin' up anyway.. cause I'm bored... aded a bit you didn't ask for, but thought it might be useful. Name: Chava Age:100 Gender: Female Race:Seraphim Religion: Starists Bio: Chava watched the stars when she was a child, and her mother taught her all she could. Her father taught her what her mother could not provide, and she learned from the community. She is at the marriagable age, but she is not forced to marry. She is a scholar type, though very tough. Appearance: (Human like) She is tall, feminine, and very toned. Her hair is mid-back length, a dark brown, and is in loose curly springs. Her eyes are large, and a dark blue, framed by thick balck lashes. SHe wears a black broom skirt, a vest, over a long sleeved button up shirt, and no shoes. In the middle of her forehead, she has a dark brown oval jewel(small). (Centuar) She has a dark brown hide, with a chestnut tail. She wears only a vest. Same with the jewel. (ANimal form) In animal form she is a bay unicorn. Many believe unicorns are white, but Chava is a unicorn of dark red-brown hide, and a creamy tail and mane, with gold eyes, and a spiraling horn. The horn is brown at th ebase, then fades into yellow, then a piercing white. She has a white star around the horn base.

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]OOC: Excellent! IC: Skye smiled. She turned to the man. "Elder, may I?" The elder turned to her. "Of course, Miriku." Skye turned to Zeddrick's recedng back. "Sir, please come back." Zeddrick started, then turned, slowly. Kaitlen raised an eyebrow at Valerie, who shrugged. She coughed politley, and brushed her hair over her shoulder. "Excuse me, but if someone would explain what is going on...?" The elder smiled. "AH, yes. Follow me. Miriku, you may deal with the young man as you wish. Tanji, Kayin, stay with her." Kaitlen and the others followed Rujek, while Skye, Tanji, and Kayin went to talk to Zeddrick. When they reached a small, but comfertable house, they all went inside. Rujek had them all explain what they remembered, and scrunched up his brow at the blank memory. "Well, you may stay here, if you like. The hunt will be returning soon." Kaitlen smiled, and told him that they would consider it. Then they left, and went outside. "Wow." They looked around. The market had lots of people selling food. Kaitlen's stomach growled. "Oh, gods, I'm hungry. And I don't know what money they-" Kayin came up, grinning. "No money, eh?" He tossed each of them a fair sized pouch. Kaitlen caught hers, and looked inside. There were small peices of wood, with symbols of worht on them. Somehow, she understood what they ment. "Thank you."[/color][/font][/size]

[font=times new roman][size=2][color=orange]Willow walked down the deserted street, hugging her jacket tight about her. The wind had picked up, and her dark chestnut hair whipped about her face. [i]Damn... storm coming.[/i] She heard someone coming, and ducked behind a trashcan. A couple seconds later, a figure emerged - she let out a sigh of relief. Not another fan. She stepped out of her hiding spot, and said, in an almost inaudible voice, "Hello, Michael." He turned abruptly, then seemed to relax slightly. "Willow. What are you doing-?" A smirk with not laughter in it tugged her lips. "The same thing you are, if my guess is correct. Hiding from fans."[/font][/size][/color]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]Nice! TJ-kun, I would like it if you detailed your sign up. ^.6 Pilot, wonderful! Okay, sign ups are closed. I don't want to many people in this. So no more submissions!!! Skye[/color][/font][/size]

[font=times new roman][size=2][color=orange][b]Name:[/b] Willow Danielle Thompson [b]Arena Name:[/b] Whisper [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Age:[/b] 19 [b]Appearance:[/b] Standing 5'6", she wieghs 152 lbs. due to fine, firm, toned muscles. She has a very tan complextion, and very slender arms. She has a sharp face, with high defined cheel bones. Her hair is mid-back length; the color is chestnut(dark brown wih gold streaks), wavy, and thick. Her eyes are a medium grey color, with a witchy black rim around the iris. She is seen in many outfits, but usually she is seen wearing the following: a pair of skin tight, flare legged, black leather pants, a black [url=http://www.wetseal.com/images/style/3347242310_lg.jpg]Playboy tank[/url], a black zip-up hooded jacket, and a pair of black Nike tennis shoes(oh, and black ankle socks). She has four ear peircings in each ear: three in the upper cartelidge(a jade stud, a silver hoop, and a aquamarine stud) and two in the lobe(medium sized silver hoop, and jade stud). She wears a silver choker with a pentacle on it, and purple beads. [b]Arena appearance:[/b] She looks pretty much the same, except she wears a pair of short black denim shorts, a tank(black), fingerless gloves, and knee-high lace up boots(black). Her hair is also up in a high ponytail. [b]Abilities and/or weapons:[/b] She fights with her fists. ANd feet. She is one whoop-a** fighter. She uses many knives, and ocasionally she uses a 6' whip with a metal tip. She is called Whisper because she can make anyone she chooses fall silent, or atleast tone them to a whisper. She also is able to emmit a high pitched sound that would shatter human hearing - if it was outside their head.s [b]Personality:[/b] She... varies. Usually she seems bubbly, or friendly, sometimes shy. She doesn't give out trust easily, and when she does, don't betray her, or you've got a wild animal out for blood. Rarely does one see a soft smile come from her, as she usually wears a smirk, or no expression. She has a short temper, but when she looses her temper, she is frighteningly calm, and her eyes never betray emotion. On the inside, she is a fragile girl who wants to be held. She wants someone to care for her. But she fights the emotion, fearin it to be her weakness. She has a phobia of hieghts. [b]Bio:[/b] Born to abusive parents, Willow never really had a life. Her father stole it from her when she was young, stealing her virginity at the tender age of ten. Her mother came home drunk every night, as did her father, and her father beat he rmother. Luckily for Willow, they both died in a car crash, when Willow was eleven. She went to live with her Godmother, who was gentle, loving, and would never raise her hand unless to defend Willow. Calista(Willow's Godmother) was the only person the girl loved. The rest of her family was dead, and she had no friends. They lived in peace for three years, and then for a couple more. Calista taught Willow how to drive, and helped her with her job. Then it happened - Calista was diagnosed with brain cancer, and died the summer Willow turned 17. Willow lives by herself, and trusts her heart to no-one. She learned fighting to defend herself from her father, and I pity those whose wrath falls upon them. She hopes, though, that she can find someone that she can love... but she keeps thinking of throwing away that dream, for she never finds someone. This good, Jacob-kun? ^.^[/font][/size][/color]

[b]Name:[/b] Sandra Willow [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female [b]Weapon:[/b] Metal spatula, iron frying pan (fists, but most don't know she can fight) [b]Appearance:[/b] Willow is feminine, to say the least. Still, though, she has a firm, toned body. She has silky, waist length, straight strawberry blonde hair, with an amber tint. Her eyes are bright green, and her skin is lightly tanned. She wears a soft, light cotten summer dress in a light yellow, with a high collar. If she has to work in the feilds, she wears straight legged jeans, and a long sleeved button-up shirt. Willow wears soft slippers when in a dress, and sturdy leather boots when not. Her hair is usually in a tight bun at the nape of her neck, but braids it for spcial occasions. [b]Personality:[/b] Usually a sweet 'gal' but has a quick temper to flare, and if you get in her way when she's mad, she could tear you limb from misbegotten limb. She always has a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. [b]Bio:[/b] Sandra, called Willow, grew up on a farm. She is used to hard labor, and hates the city. She hates it when women don't stand up for themselves, and hates those fancy ball gowns they wear. Her father doted on her and her brother, Daniel. Her mother was sweet, but passed away from luekemia when Willow and Daniel were just 10 and 8. Their father never re-married. Willow is used to rallying cows, horses, and sheep. She is also adept at cooking, sewing, washing(womanly chores). She's lived near Jessie's Prairies her whole life. Her fathers name is Michael, and she has three dogs, Micky, Trouble, and Vice. There are plenty pups around, but they get sold every year. Plenty of cats around, and the dogs and cats know each other. The only ones that are permanent(were raised from birth) is Catzy, Snowball, Dander, and Chick.

Kris agreed to that. She sat in silence, her mind wandering. SHe was nrevous about tonight, for sure. The teen looked back to Rodney. "Something wrong?" He looked stressed. Before she could count to ten, she was bent double with pain. Tears of agony stread down her face. Rodney was by her in a second. Kris clutched her stomach, and Rodney supported her. "Whats wrong? Kris!" Kris was convusling. "Hunter... somethings happened..." SHe blinked back tears fiercly. THen they heard them - the sirens started. Kris didn't know how, but she found the energy to stagger to her feet. Rodney helped her, and the two made their way out of the hospital. Kris regained strength, and saw the ambulence's rushing past. She followed. [i]:Hunter! Can you hear me? HUNTER!:[/i]

[font=arial]Taylor groaned as she lugged her backpack out of the corner. She unzipped it, and looked inside. "I don't wanna do my homework!" She sighed, and re-zipped the pack. Tossing it off her bed, she went out of her room, and downstairs. She went in the kitchen. After rummaging thorugh the fridge, she came out with a pack of grapes, and some milk. She ate at the table, reading a book. Jake and Michael slammed the door as they came in, alughing. Taylor winced. "Yo, bruda-sama! Keep it down!" They peeked in on her, grins plastered on their faces. "Is mom home yet?" Taylor shook her head. Dawson, quiet, seclusive little dawson, came downstairs from his room. "Mom says I can go back to school." He said through a stuffy nose. He ahd been sick all week. The brothers all laughed, and started a tickle fight in the livingroom floor. Taylor rose, and tiptoed to ehr room, desperatley trying not to be noticed, and dragged into the fight. SHe made it to ehr room, and locked the door behind her. She stared at her backpack in suspicion. She sat down, and felt her eyelids droop. "Maybe just a teensie weensie little nap... then I'll do home...work..." She was alseep in the bed in seconds. Taylor shuddered as she felt the coldness seeping in through ehr clothing. She opened her eyes, encased in ice. The ice was a clear blue, but she couldn't see anything outside the ice. "Hello?" She whispered, struggling to move. She was in a small bubble in the ice. "Where am I?" She saw something out of the corner of her eye, and turned her head. "Nothing." Again, something darted past her periferal vision. A wolf - no a cat. But when she turned her head, nothing was there. At the edge of her sense, Taylor could feel warmth. Everything grew hazy, and she opened her eyes. She was in a field of lush grass. She looked to her left, and there was a train station. She gawked. Getting to her feet, her foot kicked something. Looking down, she saw a silver and blue device-thingy. She looked over, and saw other people. She waved. "Hello! Can you help me?" She asked running over. OOC: Is this okay? ^.^;[/font]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman][b]Name:[/b] Kathleen Mellissa Daniels [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Year Level:[/b] 11 [b]Subjects that the character is good at:[/b] Gym, Math, Music, Art [b]Class:[/b] Hacker [b]Traits:[/b] Quick tounged, bright, persuasive, but all-around a good kid. Has a habit of tucking her hair behind her ear, even when her hair is up. [b]Description:[/b] 5'7"/134 lbs. She has strawberry-blonde mid-back length hair, bright pale green eyes, and a light tan complextion. She has high defined cheek bones, and a sharp chin. She is very feminine, though also well muscled. Her body is well toned. Her school uniform looks like [url=http://www.thewolfcountry.com/anime-central/Sailor-Moon/S-Mars/Raye/Raye-01.jpg]this[/url], as well as knee-high white socks, and basic school shoes. Her hair is usually worn in a braid, and if loose, with a black head band. [b]Bio:[/b] Kathleen was a native of Dranden, but her parents are Australian. Her father is a docter, but her mother is a medical transcriptionist, and a computer 'freak'. Kathy was using computers by the time she was two. Very adept at Mathmatics, she can read HTML as if reading a childs book. She is a very friendly person, and stands up for her friends. She earned the nick name 'Tracker', going back to tracking someone online in the fifth grade. Someone got her to hack something for him, and left without paying her. So she tracked him through the internet, and got the money. Then she killed him. She doesn't give out her full trust easily, but when she does, she does it for life.[/font][/size][/color]

OOC; Actually, your spellings good. ^.^ IC: Kit deleted the rest of the messages - a couple sales calls, and one from her ex. She kicked off her shoes, and went to her bedroom. Her bathroom connected with it. She grabbed a couple towels, and went in. Kit's bathroom was large. Painted a deep purple-red, it had a large mirror over a sink and lots of counterspace. Actually, there was not much countersace visable - but that was because of Kit's numerous bottles of makeup, hairspray, and other junk. She peeled her socks off, then shorts, then slid her shirt off over her head. Kit sat on the edge of the tub, warming the water, then turned on the shower. She stepped in, closing the glass door behind her. The whole room soon fogged up. * * * * Half an hour later, Kit emerged from the bathroom, clean. She was wearing pretty much the same outfit as before, only she wore a pleated mini skirt instead of shorts. She walked sock footed out to her living room, and to the kitchen. She grabbed a soda from the fridge, and flopped down on the couch. She placed the cold can to her forehead. "Gods, its hot!"

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=2][COLOR=Orange]Kaitlen thought for a minute. "Hold on. Okay, so they love music... but why am I hearing it in my head?" Miriku smiled. "Ah, they are great witches and warlocks." Kaitlen exchanged funny looks with Valerie. "Warlock is the term for a guy who uses magic improperly." Skye looked startled. "Oh?" Kaitlen nodded. "I am a witch. That would explain it." Well, she wasn't explaining it to everyone else. Kaitlen walked in silence, then started humming. It was a random song. "Now I'm gonna walk away, and its up to you to say, how far..." Daniel looked at her. "You have a nice singing voice." She blushed. "Thanks."[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

Dang, your vain! ^.^ Sexi too. ^.- Nice one, Gavvyn-kun. I have to say, next time you might want to break it into chunks... its a lot to read. Not that I have a problem with it - ::hides from Gavvyn's Sexiness Attack:: EeP!

[b]Name:[/b] Taylor 'Sandi' [b]Age:[/b] 13 [b]Description:[/b] She stands 5'6", has mid-back length wavy dark brown hair with sunbleached blonde streaks, bright green eyes with a grey rim around the pupil. Wears a pair of black leather flare legged pants(form fitting), a black halter top with tw yellow cat eyes, and black tennis shoes... and a black trench coat. She also wears silver little hoop earrings, and small oval glasses(yes, she needs them). [b]Bio:[/b] She lives with her mom, little brother Dawson, and older twin brothers Jake and Michael. Their dad died of lung cancer when the twins were four, and Taylor was two. Dawson had just been born. Taylor's mom, Millisa, never took a second husband. Taylor's older cousin, Kaitlen, just graduated from high school. Taylor is a friendly person, though has a short temper that she masks with a frightening calmness. Taylor went to the Digital World by accident. She was... well, dreaming. Emphasis on the was. She felt cold, and when she opened her eyes, she was encased in ice. Things became blurry, and she was somewhere with a strange device in her hand. Realtions: None [b]Spirit:[/b]Advanced Ice [b]Digimon Forms [/b] [b]Spirit Evolution:[/b] Feralfrozenmon (Ice Cannon, Ice Shard Whirlwind, Freeze Breath) [b]Beast Evolution:[/b] Silverferalmon (Ice Bomb, Frozen Tackle, Ice Ball Fury) [b]Fuison Evolution:[/b] Fatalfuryferalmon (Ice Shard Barrage, Fatal Freeze, Ice Claws, Feral Freeze Fury) [b]D-Tector Color:[/b] Ice blue and silver Is this okay?

Jiae relaxed, sighing contenedly. "Gothkir? Can I ask you something?" He looked down at her, red eyes surprised. "Of course." She looked up at the sky, and the light breeze ruffled her hair about her face. "Why didn't you kill yurself when she died?" She felt Gothkir stiffen. She turned to look at him, green eyes searching his face. "If it helps, I could tell you why I am still alive." Gothkir wouldn't meet her gaze. "Its like this: when D- he died, I felt like my whole world was gone. But I had something to live for. At the time I thought it was my sister. Devi was 10 years old, and a bright child. On her 13th birthday, I took her out to dinner - and she was killed that night, in her sleep. I thought I would never be the same. She was gone, he was gone, my parents were long dead. I had nothing. But something stopped me. I could learn to love again. I could learn to protect. And I did so." She looked at the ground, playing with the soft tuft of her tail. Jiae was silent.

Lessee.... embarrassing stories... I was 10(I think) and it was field day. OH, blessed field day. We were in the middl of the water games(Can you see where this is leading?). I was wearing my bathin suit top under my shirt(stupid me, it was white) and someone hit me with a water baloon - right in the chest. XD So of course, others started bombing me with water baloons, and a few grabbed their water guns. By the time they let up, I was soaked thorugh, and my shirt was see-through. I didn't live that one up for a long time. I'd have to say, though, embarrassing can be when your mom shows your baby pictures to everyone. Especially moms of kids in your classes. And then they decide to show your classmates. Yeah. Another one went like this: I was talking on the bus with one of my friends last year(6th grade) and we were talking about guys. Now, we were giggling in the back of the bus, and they were pestering me about the guy I liked - back then it was Jamin Huggins. He was totally cute, played football(though was kinda well built, not heavy and not huge), and was sweet. He had just got on the bus, and I didn't know it! He sat down in fornt of me when they finally got me to admit it outloud. And he heard. I avoided him for a month after that. We never did much but talk. It was soooo embarrassing!

[quote name='Panda']Well they say the longest relationship you will have in life is with your siblings.[/quote] LOL, I never thought of that. Except for one thing: I'm 13 years old. The person I've known the longest(besides my mom and dad) is my BFFL, Erin. She was born a year and a couple days before me. And her mom was my moms friend, so I met her before my brother was born. Literally, I knew her since I was a couple days old. My brother was bron 2 1/2 years later than me. So my longest friendship is of 13 years(and counting).

OOC; ^.^ Yay! Jake got pummled with a guitar! IC: Kit hummed as she skated down the street. She laughed, and jumped over a cat that was running across the street. She got an intersection, and grabbed the pole, going in a cirlce around it, stopping herself from flying out into traffic. She pressed the button, and waited for the walk sign. People gathered around her, and when the sign turned to walk, she skated across, humming the tune to 'Naughty Girl'. [i]Damn, Crim's gonna murder me! I didn't show up last night...[/i] She felt sheepish as she remembered. "Ah, what the hell. Its not like I'll be in trouble. He asked me to work overtime, and it was my day off. I sure as hell wasn't going." People looked at her funny. Kit finally made it to her apartment. She took off her inlines, and unlocked the door. Tossing them casually onto her couch, she went to check messages. [i]Message One, Thrusday at 10:45 pm Hey, Kit, its Crim. Come on, I asked you to show up! A little extra cash wouldn't have hurt-[/i] Kit deleted the message before she could hear all of it. She knew what he was going to say. OOC: Mike, is that okay? I mean, he's a DJ, and she's a karaoke singer. Makes sense they would work at the same place. Tell me if it isn't, though.

[font=times new roman][size=2][color=purple][b]Name:[/b] Tanka Steffanie Tyler [b]Age:[/b] 16 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Species:[/b] Human [b]Appearance:[/b] Steff has chestnut hair(dark brow-red with gold streaks) that falls to just past the edges of her shoulder blades in waves. Her eyes are a dark blue, with a greyish rim around the pupil. She stands about 5'7", and wieghs close to 145 lbs. Most of her wieght is due to her firm, wiry, and toned muscles. She has very tan skin, and a sahrp face. Her clothes change, depending on her mood, but she is usually seen wearing a pair of boot-cut jeans(faded dark blue), a black halter top with a purple rimmed white star in the middle(purple and white glitter around it), a black zip up hooded jacket, and a pair of black Nike tennis shoes. [b]Side:[/b] Undecided [b]Powers:[/b] None [i]Weapon(s) -[/i] She carries a simple pocket knife. Other than that, anything she can reach. [b]Personality:[/b] Steffanie is usually a quiet person, though very stubborn and determined. She's friendly in a shy sort of way, and doesn't give her trust out easily. Once she does give you her trust, betray hre, and you just might have a demon on your heels. [b]Biography:[/b] Tanka was her brith name, but it sounded so wierd to her that, in second grade, she asked everyone to call her by her middle name. So Steffanie is what she's called. She lived a quiet life, and, unknown to the rest of the world, she was an abuse child. Her father came home everynight dead drunk, and after beating her, would smother her with love. So how could it be wrong? Her father constantley spent her mothers money - Steff's mom was the only one working, until Steff became 14, old enough to work at the supermarket bagging. Her dad would by drugs, alcohal, and use up all of their wages doing so. That is, until he was killed. He wa driving drunk(again) and crashed. The survivors were none injured, but her father was killed. Steff and her mom live in their own house, not the broken down apartment that they lived in when her dad was alive. Now they have enough money to eat properly, and Steff is on the local soccer team. She just got her drivers permit. When she looks back on the day her father was reported dead, she thinks 'Thank the gods.' Is this good, Annie?[/font][/size][/color]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=2][COLOR=Orange]Nope.. Inuyasha Fandom, thats to pathetic. I'm sorry, but if you want examples on detailed sign ups, look at the previous page. I won't accept anything containing less detail than FirePheonix727's sign up. Waiting, Pilot.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]