Ezekiel

I shivered slightly, the water lapping around my waistline as my head rested back against the ceramic tub. I sighed and opened my eyes again, taking in the beauty of Memoria?s Bath House. It was like nothing I had ever seen before, sculptures from granite and marble adorned the corridors, and paintings of beautiful women swimming in the ocean were hung perfectly in the welcome hall. A smile touched my lips, now healed form my trek, this Memoria had certainly surpassed all my expectations. The imagery the Draconian, Teviah was her name, had created was only an appetizer for the true magnificence that was the shimmering city of Memoria. I sat up and reached for a towel, wrapping it around my waist. Upon further inspection, one found the walls to be semi-translucent, made out of some material that I hadn?t come across before. It was like steamed glass, so to speak. No chandeliers made the room gaudy, but it was lit brightly by the many small orbs of white hanging from the ceiling by what looked like webs of pearls. I had only been in one building and already I wanted to move here. This journey was so far turning out to be like a holiday, I chuckled at the absurd thought, assuming that a Draconian wouldn?t travel all this way to take me on a break from my ?busy duties?. Never the less, I could grow to enjoy the travel and I?d probably pick some interesting knowledge up along the way, it was something that I would have to take as it came. [B]?Mr Mezcheth,?[/B] the Memorian struggled to pronounce my surname, his accent strong, [B]?Lady Teviah is waiting outside for you and wishes for you to make haste.? ?Of course, tell her I?ll be out in a little while.?[/B] [B]?Sir.?[/B] The man bowed and turned on his heel, leaving my belongings draped over a large oak chair set in the far right of the room. I got dressed and towelled off my hair, brushing it as I walked down the corridor and towards the light. Teviah nodded as I exited, only a polite smile on her strong, almost handsome features. She looked at my robes disdainfully, her top lip curling in mute rejection. I looked down and swept both hands across the front of my robe, ?I like them.? How immature I sounded then. Teviah rolled her eyes and gripped my shoulder tugging me in the direction we were headed. I looked up at her, opening my mouth once again to ask a question. She looked down, [B]?We?re going to the palace.? ?Ah?why??[/B] Teviah growled and squeezed my shoulder, a little too hard, I thought as I winced. [B]?You ask too many questions, Priest.? ?So I?ve been told, but I think I have a right to know.? [/B] I?d learnt by now that I shouldn?t be scared of Teviah, even if she wanted to kill me right here on the spot, she couldn?t, I seemed to be important. [B]?We are going to meet with another Draconian, he and his Innocence have arrived in Memoria and currently he is filling the girl in on what is going to happen.?[/B] I nodded, taking it all in.[B] ?And?? ?And we are going to introduce you, seeing as she is also a Mage.? ?White?? ?No, Red.?[/B] Ah, a red mage? I?d never met another mage other than my grandfather, who was known as a blue mage. A curious smile crept across my features, but I kept my buzzing excitement to myself, Teviah probably wouldn?t appreciate it. After another fifteen minutes of walking I spotted a fountain, this seemed to be the main square as far as shopping was concerned. Looking up I saw birds flittering around, passing by old architectural feats, something humans should be proud of. It was amazing how these old buildings, antiques in their own right, could mix so easily with the most up to date machinery operating right next to them. I would have to write down all of these sights, mother would love it. [B]?There.?[/B] it was the first time Teviah had spoken in ten minutes and she startled me, her finger pointing towards another Draconian, this one male. I nodded in his direction and he stepped aside, a young woman fiddling with an ornate robe stood behind him, an annoyed expression on her face. I chuckled slightly and walked forward, Teviah close behind me. [B]?This is Alkai Mezcheth, he is my Innocence and a White Mage.?[/B] The girl looked up at the mention of my name and I reached out to shake the hand of the Draconian towering over me, [B]?It?s a pleasure.?[/B] [B]?I am Zerrin,?[/B] he pointed to himself, [B]?and this is Iara.?[/B] Zerrin swept one large arm back, motioning to Iara. I took a step forward and took the woman?s hand, placing my other on top of it as I bowed my head. [B]?I hope your journey has been as good as mine.?[/B] Teviah snorted and I couldn?t help but laugh, getting confused looks from Zerrin and Iara. [B]?I suggest you two get to know each other, as both of you are Mages, we?ll leave you for now, don?t go far.?[/B] Both Iara and I replied with a firm nod, and then turned to each other. [B]?Well, I suppose you know I?m a red mage?? ?Yes, and you have no idea how excited I am about meeting you.? [/B] Iara looked even more shocked than before, I forged on bravely, [B]?You see, my village is rather small and the only other mage that I have ever come into contact with is my grandfather, rest his soul, and he was a blue mage.? ?I see,?[/B] Iara now smiled, good progress, [B]?Then I think we could make use out of each others knowledge.?[/B] We took our seats at a café, Iara across the table from me; she rested on her slender hands and leant forward, readying herself for a long conversation. [B]?You see, I come from a prominent bloodline of red mages, most of my ancestors and relatives have been widely known for their firm grasp of the elements, needless to say I?m very proud of this.? ?So you should be.?[/B] Iari looked at me after I had interrupted her, her mouth still open in breath. I looked down and muttered an apology, she went on. [B]?You see, I have mixed blood in me myself, which makes my magic seemingly more powerful, hence the reason why I don?t carry a weapon.?[/B] I had noticed this, now I knew why the girl seemed so confident. [B]?Now, tell me about yourself, Alkai.?[/B] [B]?I?m afraid there isn?t much to tell.? [/B] I laughed half-heartedly, blood flashing across my eyes. I shook the memories away, smiling brightly at Iara. [B]?As far as I know, I?m the first White Mage in my bloodline in the last one hundred years, though I do know of the Archen Mages who I share some of my talents with.? [/B] I tapped my axe and Iara?s eyes sparkled, she must have recognised the name. Pleased with the result, I continued, [B]?I was travelling when I was picked up by Teviah, my mother is getting old and wishes for me to see the world, I like learning as I?m sure you?ll soon see.?[/B] I paused, [B]?There ends my history lesson.?[/B] Iara smiled and leant back, [B]?Our powers could play off each other well, if we ever needed to fight.?[/B] It wasn?t something I?d thought about, fighting. I didn?t really want to, I may have Icingdeath with me at my side, but I?d never really needed to use it before. The thought just wasn?t something I needed to add to my forever-growing bank of memories. Iara waved to someone in the distance, Teviah and Zerrin had returned, their hulking bodies making the crowds part like waves. Zerrin dipped his head and crouched by Iara while Teviah stood next to me. Zerrin?s voice was low and I had to lean forward to hear him, [B]?We?re going to take you both up to the palace, now, there you are going to be inducted.?[/B] Teviah took it from there, [B]?You will also be told in exact detail what is expected from you and what lies ahead of you in your future travels. Come.?[/B] I stood and shot Iara a nervous glance; she didn?t return it and merely stared ahead. That in effect made me feel worse, I was sure my legs had turned to jelly.

[COLOR=Red][SIZE=1]I see how it would have confused people, basically, that first part is our dear murderer talking and as the chapters progress you will see the connection between the introduction and the rest of the events that go on ^_^; Sorry that wasn't too clear. I'm going to write the next part tonight, so I may end up editing this post with it. Thanks much for comments, much appreciated.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Red][SIZE=1]Imogen lay in bed, hugging her pillow. She had tried to convince herself that what happened was merely a nightmare, the bruises on her cheek, neck and chest proved otherwise. Just like always, her father had beaten her into submission, beaten her until she was on the floor, her knees and palms bleeding form the effort of crawling away, crying out for him to stop because it hurt so much... A new wave of tears flowed from the corner of Imogen's eyes, but she did not sob, she didn't make a sound. Just lay there, hugging her pillow tightly against her, ignoring the dull throb from her scalp. She needed a shower, a bandage, something to heal the wounds. She needed Xander, but how could she face him now? It was [I]her[/I] fault that he had been hit, knocked out, how could she see his face and look into his eyes when it was all her doing. No, seeing him wasn't even possible, she didn't have the right to talk to him. Instead, Imogen pulled herself from the bed and pulled off her clothes, stepping into the warm stream of water coming form the faucet. She sighed and closed her eyes, not hearing the bedroom door creak open.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Red][SIZE=1]Well, I'm a mod on Scorp Corp and I for one can say that I'd love to be a part of the evil group in your story, heh heh. I actually thought to myself that Scorpion Corporation sounded like some underground drug gang or something when I first joined. I like the idea of this all together; I look forward to seeing the actual story when you bring it out.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1]First time I thought I was in love was someone was when I was...six. Yeah, I think I was about six and there was this guy, he was one year older than me, and he was [I]so cool[/I]. Well, I thought so at the time. He was like the bad boy of kindergarten, I'm serious here, that was the only reason I liked him. Because he was popular, shallow, eh? I think it was nearing the end of Primary School that I fell in love again. But this wasn't some silly crush, I think I loved him for three years ^_^;; When I moved away from South Africa I was heart broken that I'd never had the guts to ask him out, we still e-mailed each other for a couple of months but we've lost contact now. Sad, really, he was an amazing guy. Next real feeling of love was Talon (Legacy), I think he is now, that lasted for a good long time and even though I don't have feelings for him any more, I can't deny the fact that I really was in love with him. Now, of course, we have ULX. Heh, known him for about nine months? Maybe ten? I don?t know, but I feel so comfortable around him it's like we can talk about anything together. Sure, there are some things I wouldn't want him to know, but in the majority it's fine. He's like my best friend as well as my boyfriend. It's strange, each time I fall 'in love' with someone it feels different. Like, 'No, Jamie, this time you are in love, last time you weren't' Heh, damn hormones. For true love, I'd say there is a love out there for everyone; it's just finding them that?s the problem. I guess there is a feeling you get, even online, when you're chatting with someone. Like you know this person is going to mean something to you, I got that when I first started talking to ULX all those ages ago, guess it's just human instinct.[/SIZE]

[COLOR=Red][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Fujiwara Emi [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Age:[/B] 16 [B]Role:[/B] The Silver Chain [B]Appearance:[/B] Editness-Check attachment. Emi doesn't know why, but the chain she was given when she was six years old seems to be very close to her heart. She prefers not to wear it and keeps it in a jewelery box under her pillow. [B]Personality:[/B] Emi has the attitude of someone who knows she is popular and has most of her acquaintances wrapped around her little finger. She is rich and pretty and has everything most girls? wish for in life. She is in a group of the girls who are 'popular', the ones who get away with murder in school, scrape by with grades, and go out drinking on weekends. Emi may seem to enjoy her time in school, but only her brother knows who she really is. He is 19 and knows how much she hates having to act like the popular girl, but now she?s 16, there isn't much she can do to change herself. Emi really wants to have some alone time, have maybe two or three friends she can share everything with and she longs to just be able to have a good time and not be made fun of when she gets high grades. She is funny and sarcastic, though she tries really hard not to hurt people's feelings. It's pier pressure that is pulling her down and soon she may just snap. [B]Bio:[/B] Emi comes from a well off background, a family that spoilt her rotten and expected her to grow into the princess they tried to mould. Unfortunately, Emi took a shine to her athletic brother and up until she was twelve, tried to be exactly like him. Her brother, Jin, was best at football, and Emi showed great talent in the sport, too, being in a well-known team for juniors. But this worried her parents, they wanted their daughter to grow up and be a successful doctor, or married to a rich husband. Emi didn't want either of those life-styles and desperately wanted to play football professionally, her coach even offered her a place in the teen club. Her parents straight out refused and Emi was sent off to refining school for girls for two years, she came back completely changed, her old dreams pushed right out of her system. When she joined high school and started to mix with boys again, it became apparent that she turned heads in the corridor, and pretty soon most of her year knew who she was despite the fact that she joined half way through the school year. She became head cheerleader, took gymnastics and excelled, passed Home Ec. with flying colours and was best in her year at English, showing flair and promise in writing and poetry. Her artwork was described as exquisite, but despite all that, she was removed from PE lessons, not allowed to go out and play 'rough sports'. One day, whilst staring from the window of her English class, she saw him, traipsing across the field in his gym kit, going to play hockey on the backfield. He was carrying five sticks and a bucket of balls, well behind the rest of the group. He tripped, slid on the wet grass, and winced as the sticks fell on top of him, tangling his legs up in them. Her friends laughed and pointed while he just stood up, a slight flush on his face. Emi smiled, he was sweet....she?d have to find out his name sometime. [B]Thanks for saving the chain for me, love, and I'm glad you put that picture to good use ^_^[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[U]Sugar[/U] [I]Love is a funny thing, isn?t it? Something that people always look for in life, claim to find it, then more often then not, deny loosing it. Everyone does, it is human after all, but there is one key factor that sets the lovers from the dreamers. Faith. Faith is vital in all relationships and even just that little niggling bit of doubt at the back of ones mind could set off a whole series of events that sends what could have been a tight bond of love and friendship spiralling into the ground. Crushed. Dead. Hopeless. This is inevitable. Or so it seems. There are some in this world that seem above all others, those who have the purest of hearts and the best intentions, setting aside all regard for their own happiness in order to please others. But you see, this comes in a full circle. For once someone has broken the limit and passed that final line to make their lover a complete person, they are broken. They slip into that dark void of loneliness and confusion that they helped others climb out of. This is when dark thoughts creep into their minds, ways to end the suffering?or ways to make people feel what they do. In all relationships there must be an equal balance of good and evil, for if one outweighs the other there will be constant competition for the strongest, and in the real world good does not always win the final battle. In order for a couple to have true happiness, they must play off of each other?s strengths and try to help overcome the weaknesses together. But we all know that humans are foolish and do not understand the simple things such as love and compassion. They think they understand it, one night of raw passion means that two people are bound together. A golden ring on a finger symbolizes eternity. When you look at it form the outside, really look at it, everything seems very foolish. Like humans are lab rats running around frantically in their daily lives to please some higher purpose. Pawns in a game of ultimate power. So ask yourself; where do I come into it all? Do I need a significant other to complete me, to hold me, to comfort me and to [B]bind [/B] me. The answer should be no, if not, then you are one of the weak ones. I view it as my purpose in this world to eliminate the emotionally weak. Think of it as a blessing, but also consider this warning, the heart is a fragile piece of glass that is easily shattered. How sad it is that a few words can tip a persons world.[/I] ---- The ominous buzz of flies is something that strikes dread in the heart of anyone unfortunate enough to be out in a remote area in the dead heat of summer. A man, no less than fifty, swiped sweat from his brow as he tromped through undergrowth, most of it dead by now. He spotted a cluster of crushed cans and empty bottles, immediately grumbling about ?junky teens?. This forest was his responsibility, not by law, but by moral bonding. Like his father and grandfather before him, Morris Grantham viewed it as his mission in life to chase unruly teens from this forest and keep it in the best possible condition for all to enjoy. But in his old age that task was proving difficult and Morris could tell his joints would soon give in to the inevitable. He stopped and leant against a tree, catching his breath in the stifling humidity. The buzzing grew louder and finally his old ears picked up on it. Squinting into the distance he spotted a black lump, a swarm of flies buzzing around and overhead. He shook his head, suspecting some teenagers practicing shooting on the wildlife. As he walked, Morris braced himself for the sad, open eyes of a deer. But as he approached, another thought occurred, [I]Human.[/I] He shook the thought away just as the stench hit him, the stench of congealed blood and rotting flesh, decaying in the constant heat. A trembling hand reached out for a stick, something to flip the black plastic cover off. A few seconds later, Morris was staring into the hollowed out sockets of a man in his late thirties. Not even a scream passed his lips as he collapsed to the floor, his right hand clutching at his chest as the final beats of his racing heart pumped the last of his blood through his wasted veins. [SIZE=1]I haven't totally given up on Crimes of Hate; I just haven't really found any ideas to carry it on well lately. So this is my new story, one I hope I can carry on with. It's not an OB Parody, as you can see, but I'm probably going to be basing a lot of the characters off people that I know online, which you may possibly pick up on. Since this is the first part, I'd like comments on how to make it better etc. I need to know if people want me to carry on with this or to go on with Crimes of Hate. Constructive criticism is greatly encouraged and appreciated.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Gray][B]Name:[/B] Quincy Nesbitt [B]AKA:[/B] Silence [B]Age:[/B] 24 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=14&pos=33]Quincy[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] Quincy is the one who likes to stay in the background, listen rather than speak and collect all the information he needs. People often wonder how he knows so much; it isn't because he's a genius, merely because he knows when and how closely to listen to things. He has a natural ability to pick up on important facts and dates and he is able to lock them all away until they are needed. Of course, his work personality is merely a facade and if it's needed, Quincy can change himself into a happy-go-lucky party animal, of course, he'll hate it, but he's also a brilliant actor. Armed with true dry British wit and the keen sense of mind the Japanese are blessed with, Quincy is a sarcastic and cold person to be around. Don't insult him; he'll come back with something worse that will no doubt sting far deeper than any childish tease. [B]Biography:[/B] Quincy was born in Hertfordshire, England, to a rich English businessman and a brilliant Japanese psychologist. Needless to say he had an excellent childhood with the best education available and practically anything a young boy needed in life. But that doesn't mean he was happy. Quincy's parents could never understand why he liked to be alone in his room, ignoring all his videogames and reading instead. It worried them that he had no close friends to speak of and never even remembered when his own birthday was. (In fact, since he left home he has actually forgotten his exact date of birth.) Even though Quincy was distant and cold towards everyone but his parents, he seemed content despite the fact he hardly ever spoke. He dreamed of following in his mother's footsteps and it looked like he was well on his way to becoming a brilliant psychologist having been told at the age of 15 that he could read people like a book and was able to easily analyse, dissect and solve peoples emotional problems. He always shrugged the compliments off and went on like it was just a normal thing for teenagers to be doing. Quincy left home at the age of twenty, that's when he came into contact with his first assassin. A fight ensued and Quincy, lucky enough to have been trained in the art of swordsmanship from a very early age, was able to hold his own against the man intent on taking his head as a prize. When Quincy demanded the reason for his death warrant, his answer came with a smile and the single utterance of the word [I]'Test'[/I]. Quincy knew he had been traced and ultimately chosen to help with a much larger underground group, who and why he did not know. A few months later he was contacted yet again and met up with 'the man'. Someone he has grown to respect and see as a father figure. He was taken in, told all the necessary information and was introduced to the rest of his new family. Quincy decided that it was not a place to socialise and immediately took a great dislike to Ronin, finding him to be crude and an annoyance, not focussed on his duty and work. Ronin tells him to [I]'Loosen up'[/I], Quincy tells him to go and screw himself. Yamato and Quincy get on relatively well, neither of them speaking to each other much and keeping out of each others way. Generally, Quincy takes some kind of perverted pleasure in his job, not that he would admit it. [B]Weapon:[/B] Sword in the picture, though he can pretty much use anything that comes to hand if he needs to. Quincy is also trained in the art of Kendo and has taken classes with Ronin, though the two aren't exactly on friendly terms. Quincy can also hold his own in a fight of martial arts, though he has never been properly trained and picked most of his moves up from watching others practice. [B]Alliance:[/B] Nanashi X[/COLOR] [B]Hope me pulling in other characters is okay, I figure a group of assassins would be forced to know each other pretty well whether they like it or not. Just PM me if I need changes. [U]Note:[/U] Steff, I think you should know, the person you chose for appearance is a guy. ^_^; (Used to be a girl, mind you, [I]used to[/I] being the opperative words) [/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I really like those, too, Ozy, and I shall use them. *goes to upload avi* Thank you very much, it's really lovely.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Wow, that's excellent, I love it. If you could make a matching avatar, that would be really great ^_^ Thanks a lot[/SIZE].

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1]Eek, I'm in one of those dark romance moods yet again, scary. I love my Bleach banner, thank you Freud, but I've had a change of moods. I would dearly love it if someone could make a banner, with the theme of romance (dark pinks, black, greys would be lovely) with the quote; 'And I love him more each day...' across the bottom. I'd also like it if you could fit 'Unborn Lord Xion, my love.' Somewhere on it, if not, 'ULX, my love' would be lovely too. ^_^;; If the avi could just have my name, I don't mind if it's just a plain background with swirls of colours or something, just to have them matching. I don't want to use the word 'sexy' for the banner, but I want that kind of look to it. The dark, forbidden love kind of thing instead of the cutesy pink. If any more clarification is needed, then just ask, it would be great if someone could do this for me. [B]-Saishi[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][B]OOC People have ignored Mercy, too. *feels hurt*[/B] [COLOR=RoyalBlue]Mercy felt her voice catch in her throat when the fireball exploded on those poor humans. She raced over to the bodies, a ball of light already forming in her hands. They were all dead, yes, but with her power she could bring them back. Of course, it would take a while to erase the onlooker?s memories, but that wasn't even an issue now. Mercy knelt and began healing, her hands steady and quick. She tried to block out the noises of battle and screaming behind her, until she felt a sharp tug on her hair. She yelped and turned to see Krell, a sadistic smirk on his face. [B]"Krell, please, these people...they, they don't deserve it. Let me heal them..."[/B] Krell shook his head, [B]"That would ruin it for Guilt, and I think you can see that he needs the exercise."[/B] Mercy felt the grip on her hair tighten as she was hauled to her feet; the on looking Spirits winced at seeing the Angel in such pain. She whimpered and Krell lifted her clear off the ground, throwing her into the fight between Rezel and Guilt. Mercy looked up to see the Wolf spirit charging towards her, she rolled, knowing that the Spirit would not stop now. [B]"Only...one last hope."[/B] Mercy lifted herself, keeping an eye on the advancing Krell. [B]"You know I won't kill you, you're far too pretty to damage and I think the Demons in hell could use some entertainment."[/B] he licked his lips and Mercy's fists tightened. [B]"One wit' the ladies, eh, Krell?"[/B] Guilt shouted, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth. Mercy shuddered and Krell stepped closer, his weapon held firmly in his hand. [B]"You going to make this fun and fight me, Mercy?"[/B] She shook her head,[B] "You know that isn't the way I do things, Krell."[/B] As she spoke, Mercy lifted off the ground, a white glow enveloping her body. She had never transformed on earth, she knew it would take a while and just hoped that the Spirits would have enough sense to distract Krell. She smiled as a stone hit the Demon's head, he snarled and turned, and Mercy began the final show. A blinding light exploded from her body, causing everyone around to shield their eyes. She leant her head back and spread her arms wide, the position of the crucifixion; she always took it with a transformation. First, two massive golden wings sprouted form her back, lose feathers scattering the street, some landing on Rezel, healing his wounds. Guilt cursed and tried to dive at the Angel, but Rezel cut him off, feeling Mercy's energy flow through him. Next the wings from her head came out, not as large as the ones on her back, but impressive all the same. These feathers were softer and brighter. A simple flap and the transformation ended, Mercy floating in mid air with her long red hair radiating in the afternoon sun. She smiled down at Krell and drew her staff. [B]"I will not fight, but I will protect."[/B][/COLOR] [B]OOC Mercy will help the Spirits and Rezel, and she's going to be trying to heal the humans. Just so everyone knows.[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=RoyalBlue]Mercy smiled curtly to the storeowner as she cupped a couple of flower heads in the pals of her hands, their sweet smell lifting her emotions. The sun was out and only a light breeze ruffled her hair, it was a beautiful day. For only a few seconds did the wind turn cold, an icy turn to what was previously a present coolness on the skin. Mercy shuddered, of course, no one else noticed the change; this cold was a sign of evil. While lower Angels would not be aware of it, Mercy's senses were sharp, she could sense the Demon, she could even pin point him. [B]"Beelzebub..."[/B] she whispered. The storeowner looked up, his eyebrow cocked in confusion, [B]"S'cuse me ma'am?"[/B] he scratched the back of his head and Mercy chuckled. [B]"My apologies, its nothing."[/B] she held out some money and paid for a small bouquet of purple and pink chrysanthemums tucking them under her arm before heading off in the direction of the bridge over-hanging the main road. After ten minutes of walking she saw it, a crowd of people surrounding a smoking wreck of a Mercedes, on top of a bridge a group of people had gathered, none of them looked out of place. [I]'Except for you...?[/I] Mercy looked at the man in the white trench coat, it was easy for her to tell that it was Beelzebub. While she had never had the...pleasure of meeting him in human form, Beelzebub and Mercy were well acquainted from her visits in hell. Then she saw it, one of the Spirits advanced on Beelzebub. [B]"Fool!"[/B] Mercy shouted, turning one of their heads. A male demon, he looked like scum but Mercy ignored her opinion and started running towards the bridge, flower petals scattering out behind her. [B]"Don't fight him, you'll only be hurt!"[/B] then another demon turned, Mercy recognised his face. He jumped from the bridge, followed by his companion. [B]"Mercy." "Krell." "Good to see you again." "...Quite."[/B][/COLOR] [B]OOC Anyone want to start a fight with Guilt or Krell, up to them, just know that Mercy will only be trying to convince you all not to fight because creatures of the First should get along and blah blah blah. ^_~ Oh, may be interesting if one of the Demons force her to fight, heh, weakness in the ranks of Heaven and all that Jazz.[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]OOC Eek, sorry for letting this slip.[/B] [COLOR=RoyalBlue]Chris had dropped off Amelia at school just before the bell sounded for the start of lessons. She sat at a table in a cafe, head in her hands as she stared at some forms in front of her. Her shift didn't start for another half an hour and from this place it was only a 10-minute taxi drive to her work. Chris blew some hair out of her face and shook her head, flexing her fingers before rolling up the papers and putting them away. That man, his face still seemed to be in front of her, an image of him saved in her brain. Chris didn't realise what was going on, but it was certainly odd. She nodded to herself and decided that getting to work early wouldn?t hurt; she paid the bill and ran out to catch a cab. *** Apron attached, uniform in place and Chris was ready for the days work. She walked out with her notepad and pen, greeting some of the regulars that passed through Stamps, the restaurant she worked in. Then a familiar face walked in, not that Chris knew his name. She stared in shock and he turned, making eye contact with her. Everything seemed to freeze and Chris?s eyes went wide before she was turned by a sharp tap on the shoulder, a customer wanting assistance. Checking over her shoulder, Chris saw that the man took a seat by the window, his eyes drifting around the room. She blinked and cleared her head, taking the customers order before hurriedly moving over to the man from before. She hoped he remembered her, if not, she certainly would make an idiot of herself.[/COLOR] [B]OOC Yes, ULX that is Xander I'm talking about. As if you couldn't guess *rolls eyes*[/B][/SIZE]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1]Okay, let's see. I'm a girl, but for my age I think my breasts are too large. Maybe that's too much info, but whatever, I don't care. I don't mean I want to be flat chested, maybe just a size smaller. I'd like to be a bit taller; maybe about 5'5'' (I'm 5'3'' now) and I'd like my freckles to disappear. I'm pretty happy with my body, it's taken an age of not eating properly and exercise to get it the way it is now, and I?m not going to wish for a change. I'd also like for my hair to grow back out as I miss having it long. Other than that, I guess I'm pretty happy with the way I look. Oh, I would like to have fuller lips; they're too thin and pale in my opinion. Eek, edit-ness. I've been through quite a few rough patches when I felt like I hate my appearance as a whole and I didn't even want to go to school. I'd be paranoid that people who went past me or even looked at me were laughing at me. I realise that was just a teenage hormonal thing and since I've had a boyfriend who's generally liked me, I've realised that I couldn't actually care less what others thought as long as, well, I'm with Trevor. I think I've come to realise that what people say is there opinion and it's boosted my confidence a lot. Not caring does the trick, I feel, though I know it doesn't always work.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][CENTER][B]Hey, my Internet is fixed! [/B] [COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]Name:[/B] Mercy [B]Gender:[/B] Feminine appearance [B]Faction:[/B] Heaven [B]Appearance:[/B] [U]Human-[/U] Mercy, in her human form, has a serene look about her. Something about her face, possibly her eyes, makes her seem like she is above all else and knows things about people that they themselves aren't aware of. It's a look that doesn't put people off, in fact, it draws them to her. With her bright blue eyes, flaming red hair bobbed two inches below her ear lobes and her milky pale skin; Mercy attracts attention from most people. She always has a small smile on her face, an expression that shows that she isn't one to be fearful of most things. She always wears white dresses, ones that reach just past her knees and cut off just after her elbow. In winter, she wears the same white dresses with long boots and a thick red coat. She never wears any jewellery or makeup except for a simple silver cross that she never takes off. [U]Angel-[/U] Not much changes with Mercy when she transforms to her true form. Her hair grows, reaching down to the base of her spine and her eyes become paler, almost white. Two golden wings spout from her shoulder blades; she also has wings growing from the back of her head, showing that she is in fact a powerful Angel. Her clothes are the same as in her human form, just with addition of a pair of white gloves that reach her elbows, the tops of them a beautiful lace pattern. [B]Weapons:[/B] Mercy, as her name suggests, is not one for fighting. She is a healer and a protector. The only thing that she would ever use as a weapon would be a long silver staff with a crucifix on the end. This staff is a sign of her authority in Heaven, however if need be she can use it very effectively to beat back enemies. [B]Powers: [/B] Healing and protecting are Mercy's specialities. She can cast massive shields with enough energy and strength to protect a small village for a good two hours. Her healing is also at maximum strength, she has been known to heal someone from the brink of death. She has a power known as 'Hour Watch'; if a person has died, their spirit should still be around for about an hour after death, Mercy is still able to pull people back after this has happened. This only works if the person was killed of unnatural causes. [B]Personality:[/B] Mercy is one of the most well known Angels in Heaven. She is known for her good judgement and kind ways, always willing to help anyone who comes to her. When in her human form, Mercy will go out of her way to help others. There is something odd about her, however. When in her Angel form in Heaven, Mercy never speaks. She will write and show with actions what people need to know, but never once has she uttered a word. No one is sure why this is. She does always have that knowing smile on her face, a warm smile none the less. When in human form, Mercy will speak, but only when it's needed, she can be described as mysterious. [B]Motivation:[/B] Mercy is rumoured to be one of the oldest Angels in existence, having assisted the First since he first needed helpers. She has grown to become a powerful fighter, even if she refuses to spill blood. When she was first created, Mercy only had one pair of wings. The ones on her head are not for flying but are a sign of her importance and achievements in service to Heaven. She is widely respected and is known in both Heaven and Hell. Satan himself is familiar with the Angel, as she has been used as a messenger between the two realms, carrying messages between the First and Satan. Lucifer also knows the Angel having been a close friend of her whilst in Heaven. Mercy doesn't like to think that she is a fighter, more of a protector of good. She would rather die protecting someone than fight off another if it meant spilling blood, necessary or not. This is her downfall; the lack of motivation for war is what will most likely destroy her.[/COLOR] [/CENTER] [B]Heh, I kept typing Satan, as 'Stan' XD I would so be calling him that if this was a comedy. Note: I was listening to 'Cut up Angels' as my muse, eh heh. Bizarre. Another Note: Mercy isn?t supposed to be an immortal bad *** Angel; the reason I made her so powerful is because?well?she refuses to fight. So, yeah >>; Hope that?s still cool with you, baby.[/B][/SIZE]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1]Urk, I should have said to you on MSN, Jian, the guy is not a part of the Diary Club. Sorry, my mistake. The club is made out of friends who have been together for a year, so he would be new and it wouldn't make sense. Anywho, I like what I see and my internet is actually sorted! I'll have my sign up...eventually.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][CENTER][COLOR=RoyalBlue][B][U]Whisper Once More[/U][/B] I don?t know how it happened, but somehow, my whole world was turned around in mere seconds. A fleeting glance, savouring the taste of soft lips, a gentle touch of skin, deep sigh. I stumbled on the stairs, daydreaming again. A laugh escaped my lips, the bottom one dried and bitten, a nervous habit that I promised to stop?last year. My schoolbag dropped to the floor, a soft thud on the oak floorboards. Another sigh, I dropped to the bed, pulling pillow to my chest for some comfort. My diary sits on my desk in its usual place; framed photos of friends and pets surround it. I flick to today?s date and switch on my CD player? [I]?Seemed to stop my breath My head on your chest Waiting to cave in From the bottom of my??[/I] Ah, sweet irony, you run my life. I turn onto my back, lifting and bending my legs to support my diary, the lid of my pen balanced between my lips. [I]??I?m melting Never caught my breath Every second I?m without you I?m a mess??[/I] The Used, a brilliant band for the angst-ridden teenager. I scrawled across the page in my untidy hand, ?Thinking is bad, always remember that.? It was true; I always seemed to remember last spring at the worst possible time, not that any time was good, mind you. I needed to finish this journal entry, as leader of the Diary Club I had to have at least one good page of depressed ranting every week. Yeah, that?s right, Diary Club. I suppose you could think of it as one of those therapy groups, just run by teenagers. I started my diary shortly after last spring break came to a close, my first love, and my first broken heart. I decided I needed someone to talk to, teenagers who found solace in the pages of their trusty books. So, the Diary Club was formed, five of us met up after school every Friday and read the journal entries of that week. Then we talked and offered advice to one another. It was nice and the people in that group had grown to be my best friends. I poised my pen for the last line, listening to the music that seemed to wash right through me. [I]?You can stay and watch me fall And of course I?ll ask for Help.?[/I] I sung that last bit, finishing my journal entry, [I]?And I still love him.?[/I][/COLOR][/CENTER] [CENTER]****[/CENTER] [RIGHT]Oh, another romance with an angsty twist. I just couldn?t help myself, using The Used as my muse couldn?t have given any other result. (Song is called ?I Caught Fire, for reference.) Not much to say, really, basic romance RP idea based around a group of friends with hectic things happening in their school or home lives, whichever. [B][U]Sign up:[/U] Name- Age- Gender- Appearance- Personality- Journal Entry-[/B] Just a snippet of your journal to show what kind of day your character has. This, of course, only applies to members of the Diary Club. I?ll want to fill all the four remaining places for the Diary Club members, but you don?t have to be a part of the club. You could be another student, teacher, whichever. It may be nice to have that?guy who my character was writing about, but we don?t really need him, heh. I?m posting this now, however my internet is down and I can?t get online nearly as much so the sign ups will be open until I?m properly set up again. That should, hopefully, be around Friday or Saturday. Other than that, sign up and be creative. You can go wild for the Diary Club members, within obvious reason, but I don?t want all of them to be suicidal-depressed, bad things don?t have to have happened in their lives, they may just be angry and need an outlet.[/RIGHT][/SIZE]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1]Lucian grinned playfully and waved to Prudence, his pen poised for more tapping. She gave him a warning glare, then looked at Jude who had casually plugged his ears with headphones. Lucian smirked and continued tapping, his bangles jangling with the slight movement of his hand. Prudence looked reading to climb over the desk and throttle him. [B]"You look cute with that annoyed expression, Pru."[/B] Lucian spoke up, blowing a kiss to her. Her face turned red with anger and a slight twitch developed under her right eye. She growled slightly and stood, her chair grinding against the floor. [I]Tap Tap Tap[/I] Lucian's grin grew wider as he readied himself for a hit, Prudence advanced slowly and slammed the palms of her hands onto Lucian's table. He leant back and threw the pen at Jude who immediatly whirled around to hit him, Lucian dodged and the side of Jude's fist slammed into Prudence's arm. It bent and she fell onto the top of Lucian's desk, a red mark forming on her chin. Lucian laughed softly and stood up, winking at both Jude and Prudence, [B]"Just some fun, eh, mates?"[/B] both of them shook their heads. Prudence stood up straight and cracked her knuckles while Jude pulled out his ear phones. Lucian gulped, [B]"Aw, come on..."[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][B]Eh, sorry about all the changing, Cyriel, I really haven't had time to write but I hope this is up to standards.[/B] [COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]Name:[/B] Bei Xiang [B]Sobriquet:[/B] Blossom [B]Age:[/B] 21 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Appearance/Description:[/B] [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=15&pos=13]Xiang[/URL] That is her dancing and formal outfit, usually she is just seen in a plain light green dress with an embroidered water lily on the bottom right. [B]Affiliation:[/B] A servant girl for the Royal Family, she longs to join the Pearls of Winter but is not permitted to leave the building unless she is with someone. [B]Brocade:[/B] NA [B]Weapon(s):[/B] Xiang has been practicing Kendo in her spare time being taught by some of the servant boys who studied before they arrived at the palace. She can wield a Shinai moderately well. [B]Circumstances:[/B] Xiang was born in a village not too far form the main city itself, though the village was poor and could barely keep up with the way the city was moving forward in agriculture and industry. There came a point where the village people were desperate, and when guards from the palace came on their usual route of inspection, five girls from the village, all sixteen at the time, were sold to them to become servant girls in the palace. Some tried to run, others merely bowed their heads and departed on the backs of proud horses. Xiang was a weak girl, she didn't put up a fight and never once questioned her parent?s decisions, she assumed that what she was doing was for some greater good. Though she is quiet, she is a hard worker and has grown to be a graceful dancer. The Emperor and his son enjoy her company and though she is still considered a servant, gets on well enough with them. She sometimes travels out when there are festivals; she usually takes part as one of a group of dancing girls. Though Xiang has grown used to a life of servitude, she longs to join the fabled Pearls of Winter and become her own woman; independence is something that she often dreams about. [B]Introduction:[/B] A soft wind whispered through the trees as crumbs scattered across the short clipped grass. A young woman stood in the centre of a flock of doves, all kept and fed by the palace servants. A small smile flickered across her face for a moment as a young bird hopped along, it's head twitching in curiosity as it watched it's brothers and sisters feed on the small portions of food. It chirped and hopped forward, pecking feverishly at a crumb. Xiang knelt and held out her hand, the majority of the birds already used to her by now. They ignored her, but this young bird showed a mixture of fear and intrigue in its beady black eyes. It watched Xiang, her slender hand held perfectly still with only a few crumbs settled in the palm of her hand. The young bird chirped again and sensing no danger, hopped onto the woman's fingers, pecking happily at the crumbs. Xiang's smile broadened as the bird finished it's meal, looking up at her with a hungry stare. She flicked her hand and the bird took to flight, landing in a willow tree not too far from the feeding frenzy. Xiang clapped her hands together softly so as not to scare the birds, she then emptied the last of the breadcrumbs and left, walking towards the koi pond near the back entrance of the palace. She passed one of the gardeners and nodded to him, he was an old man but very sweet, Xiang knew him well. [B]"It's a wonderful day for gardening, Jin."[/B] Xiang spoke up, her voice quiet yet clear in the still afternoon air. Jin looked up and grinned at her, smile wrinkles creased up his cheeks and dimples formed. He nodded and dipped his head out of courtesy, leaning on his broom to study the young woman. [B]"Indeed it is, Xiang. I heard that some government officials would be visiting this afternoon." [/B] The woman nodded and blew back some hair from her eyes. [B]"I know, I imagine that's why you're here tending to what looks to be a perfect Jasmine bush?" "Ah, gardens can't ever be perfect, remember that, dear."[/B] Xiang chuckled and waved to Jin before turning on her heel and walking to the palace. She knew about the government officials, apparently the Emperor had some big business with them, the Pearls of Winter, no doubt. Xiang sighed wistfully casting her gaze to the horizon, searching for an answer to a question that would never be answered. Every night she prayed for someone to take her away form this place. Someone who would let her go and be free. She knew that day would never come, when her parents sold her to those palace soldiers Xiang knew that it would be her fate. There was no use in thinking about it now, what has been done cannot be undone. [I]'I can still dream...'[/I] that was all she seemed to be doing lately, dreaming. Large maple doors towered ahead of her and Xiang had to crane her neck to study the ornate decorations the covered the top, the golden statues of dragon?s heads that seemed to guard the entrance glimmered in the sunlight. She realised that existence in this place was not so bad, but freedom would always be something that any servant would wish for no matter how well they were treated. The sound of voices drifted through the granite floored corridors, a sign that the government officials had already arrived. Xiang noticed Ming Lei, a woman in her early sixties who was head of the female servants. She ushered Xiang along quietly whispering, [B]"They do not want to be disturbed, go out and enjoy the sun."[/B] Xiang nodded in obedience and left.[/COLOR] Hurrah, I'm done. PM me if I need to change anything.[/SIZE]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1]Imogen backed up against a wall and hugged her knees to her chest. The room would have been pitch black if it weren't for a small oil lamp hanging on the back wall, shadows playing around her father's angry face. He stepped forward and she whimpered, drawing into herself for protection. How long had it been since she saw him last? Seven? No, more than that. Nine years? Yes, that seemed about right. He took another step forward, his lip curling in disgust. [B]"Stupid brat..."[/B] Imogen winced as she felt the back of his hand connect with her cheek, a swollen red mark already coming to the surface. He snarled and pulled her up, [B]"What the hell did you do to your hair? Turned into a bloody lesbian?"[/B] Imogen cried out as tears streamed down her face, [B]"You?re not real! You're not my father, this is an illusion!"[/B] Imogen wasn't sure if she was trying to convince herself or make whatever it was clutching at her head go away. It didn't matter, and the man smirked, he let go of the young woman and she slumped to the floor, her knees bleeding from the jagged concrete. [B]"Get up, stupid girl."[/B] Imogen stood, her eyes cast to the floor. The next half an hour was hell; a constant wave of insults and beatings from a man who she was sure was not her real father. It was her first day and Imogen hated it. She regretted the day she had accepted that e-mail. [I]Xander...[/I] No, it wasn't all that bad. She walked up the stairs back to her room, pleading to whatever deity listening that he was okay. [I]Love.[/I] Her cuts burned, sleeping would prove difficult tonight.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=RoyalBlue]Imogen's heart skipped a beat when she felt the touch on her shoulder. Even without looking she knew who it would be. She had already memorised his scent, the way his fingertips were rough from holding a paintbrush. She turned over and rubbed her eyes, pulling the covers around herself for privacy. Xander sat on the edge of the bed and buried his face in his hand, running them through his hair, [B]"We've gotta talk."[/B] Imogen nodded and sat up, one hand ruffling her hair, the other clutching the covers up to the base of her neck. She reached out to switch on the bedside lamp; Xander was a mess. He obviously hadn't slept, his eyes were already showing dark shadows underneath, and they looked hurt. Imogen frowned and reached a hand out, resting it on his cheek. She smiled reassuringly and nodded again, running her thumb across his right cheekbone. Xander sighed deeply and reached up to squeeze her hand, [B]"My card..."[/B] he started, pain and regret showing through in his voice. Imogen stopped him; placing a finger on his lips lightly, [B]"I know, my card told me that you have to seduce me."[/B] he looked somewhat relieved that his news wouldn't come as a shock. [B]"But it also said that I must resist no matter what."[/B] Xander's smile faulted and he squeezed Imogen?s hand tighter, both of them knew that one of them would fail and one would win. One of them would be punished and they didn't know how. Imogen took a breath and pulled her hand from Xander's, shifting so that she was sitting next to him, still under the covers, [B]"We won't die."[/B] she stated, her voice flat and calm. [B]"How do you know that?"[/B] Xander wasn't so calm. She could hear his voice breaking, he was on the verge of tears and Imogen was finding it hard to keep herself from holding him, it must be so painful. She sighed and continued, "The Master has some sort of perverted pleasure in seeing us squirm, you saw the other?s faces, most of them were less than thrilled." Xander nodded and looked at his hands now trembling in his lap. Imogen moved closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder, [B]"It's far too early in the game for him to eliminate one of us. I believe this first challenge is a test." "A test? What kind of fucked up mind does he have?"[/B] Xander's voice was low but the venom in his last few words shocked Imogen and she wrapped an arm around his waist in an attempt to comfort him. He calmed down somewhat and let her continue, she chose her words wisely. [B]"I believe that it is a test to see how we react under pressure. Everyone knew we would get these challenges but we didn't know what to expect. I speak for myself when I say that I thought it would be a simple task, a test of wit or logic. I imagine he is trying to gage how strong people are and how easy it will be for him to mould them to his will."[/B] Xander's gaze intensified and Imogen could feel the anger building in him again. She bit into her bottom lip and cupped his face, drawing him in for a short but loving kiss. His taste lingered on her lips as she pulled away, the tip of her tongue flicking out to wet her now dry mouth. [B]"I say we listen to our cards and have faith in human decency. It's when the game gets into full swing that we need to be careful."[/B][/COLOR] [B]OOC And with that, I leave it to ULX as I know this...situation is one of his specialities. Heh heh heh?[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=RoyalBlue]The sound of feet quickly moving across the pavement, coupled with the murmur of voices was the music of New York City. A young woman in her twenties with shoulder length red hair, an arm full of shopping and a seven year old daughter seemingly attached to her hand tried her best to weave her way through the crowd of business men and school children heading to their Monday morning destinations. She shifted the bag and squeezed her daughter?s hand, looking down to smile at her. The gesture was returned and the seven year old skipped ahead, tugging on her tired mother?s hand to hurry up. The woman laughed and just managed to dodge a man in a black suit, unfortunately, she didn?t see the man that followed. Her daughter?s squeak and the sound of cans clattering onto the pavement caused the people around to stop and turn, only to see the relatively boring site of a woman knocked over on the floor, rubbing her side. The man who she had walked into quickly pulled the headphones from his ears and knelt down to pick up her shopping, [B]?I?m so sorry, I wasn?t watching.? [/B] He said, shaking his head slightly as he picked cucumber off the pavement. The woman shook her head and brushed herself off, [B]?It wasn?t your fault, I should have taken notice of where I was going.?[/B] She stood and took the man?s hand, looking at his face for the first time. He smiled at her and bowed his head slightly, and she blushed, her daughter now tugging at her belt. [B]?Chris.?[/B] She shook the man?s hand as she introduced herself, he nodded again.[B] ?Nice to meet you Chris, my na-? ?Mummy! We have to go, I?ll be late for school!?[/B] Chris? daughter piped up and tugged more urgently at her mother?s belt, Chris looked at her watch and groaned, patting the man on the shoulder. [B]?Sorry about earlier, thank you for helping me.? [/B] She grasped what little shopping she had managed to salvage and took off, jogging along with her daughter. [B]?You?re welcome??[/B] **** They say that if you see a stranger three times it?s destiny. Christine Tory felt that was her last hope. A failed relationship resulting in a daughter and limited finances had messed her up for the last year. She was only just getting her life back together with a stable job, a nice apartment, and a good school for her daughter. All she needed now was someone to spend that good life with. When she saw him today she felt something spark, that spark hadn?t happened in a long time and Chris knew that she had to see him again, even if it resulted in nothing more than a friendship. As her daughter kissed her goodnight, Chris tucked her into bed and left to switch on the TV. News stories of murder, terrorism and horror were all over the channels, it made her wonder, what has happened to love? ****[/COLOR] [B]I started it, oh my God. Everyone has been accepted, but as always, I expect the best posting quality. Please spell check and proof read, if I see someone is clearly making unnecessary errors, I will boot you from the RP with my divine creators shoe. Beware. Sign ups are still open if anyone else wants to join. Yup.[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Do your eyes deceive you? No, they don't! I am actually going to start this role-play! Oh my God! XD[/B] [COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]Name:[/B] Christine 'Chris' Tory [B]Age:[/B] 26 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Appearance:[/B] Chris stands at 5'4'' with shoulder length red hair and emerald green eyes that seem to sparkle even on a dull day. She always has a distant smile on her face, daydreams and past memories what keeps her going, as well as her daughter?s perpetual good mood. She has a slight frame, her husband called her 'Fairy' when they were together, it was something they always laughed about and even though she never wants to see her husband again, she desperately wants someone who can call her that name again. It brings back memories of love and good times. She is always seen in Jeans and a zip up top with a high collar. She wears glasses when at work or watching the TV, while she can see perfectly up close, she is horribly short sighted. Unless she is feeling particularly lazy, Chris will have her hair tied in spiky pigtails, her fringe swept neatly to one side. [B]Occupation:[/B] Waitress/Bar Tender [B]Personality:[/B] Chris is usually a very happy person and always willing to please. She?s the kind of woman who would blame herself for almost anything if it stops someone else from feeling guilty. She always tries to keep a smile around her daughter, not wanting to make the young child worried. Chris is funny and good fun, she makes an excellent waitress, as she?s always ready to socialise with customers. She also works at Mr. Travis' club as a bar tender on weekends when her daughter stays with her sister. She likes to be with friends though has been known to slip into quiet moods. [B]Bio:[/B] Chris was always a happy teenager, going through school with good grades and a great family life. She became head girl in her last year of school and was head of the debate team as well as the hockey team. A pretty all-round success story, then, she fell in love. Paul Hendricks was his name, and as soon as Chris saw him, she knew she had fallen. A few months aft5er getting together, Paul proposed and they were married that Easter. A year later Chris was pregnant and going through divorce without a job, living in a City away from her family. Paul left her before their daughter was even born and Chris was forced to go through the humiliating process of calling her parents and asking them for help. They immediately got her back over to New York (after she?d been living in Washington DC) and cared for her and her baby until she was back on her feet. Now Chris has a tight circle of friends and tries to help out at her daughter?s school in the Drama club. She enjoys life, but the one thing that's missing is a partner. A love. She?s afraid of hurting her daughters feelings, though, and promised herself that she wouldn't settle down unless her child was happy with her choice. [B][U]Chris' Daughter:[/U] Name:[/B] Amelia Tory [B]Age:[/B] 7 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Appearance:[/B] Amelia may have a lot of her mother's personal traits, but she resembles her father mostly in looks. She has his same striking blue eyes that seem to look deeper into a person than they would like. She has dirty blond hair that, rather than going brittle like her fathers, is smooth and soft like Chris'. She has her father?s tanned complexion and weedy build while she has her mother?s freckles. She's the kind of girl that will grow to be handsome rather than pretty, a beautiful child none-the-less. [B]Personality:[/B] Perpetually happy and always smiling, Amelia goes out of her way to please her mother. She knows that she has gone through a bad life before she was born and Amelia desperately wants her Mummy to be happy. She loves her family, especially her Aunt and always understands when Chris needs to do over time. She is mature for her age and has learned to look after herself to a certain extent, something both she and Chris take pride in.[/COLOR] [B]There we go, thread will be up in the Adventure Arena. Sorry for taking so long, school has buggered up a lot of my usual routines. ^_^;[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=RoyalBlue]Imogen stared at Xander until he left the room, he seemed to stumble through the door and his hand shot out to grab the frame. He stopped, reading the note again before shaking his head and jogging to the stairs. Imogen wondered what had got the poor man so shook up and she opened her envelope, now noticing that she was one of few who were left. She read it and choked, slamming her fist into her chest to breathe again. The card dropped to the table but she grabbed it, re-reading the contents, [I]'Oh my...'[/I] in a situation like this, it was all she could think. She rose from the table and cast her eyes to the Master of Games' chair, wondering why he would think of something like that. Her top lip curled in disgust before she whirled on her heel and left for the stairs. She noticed Xander and clamped her hand down on the banister, putting speed into her stride and going right past him. [B]"Imog-" "Goodnight, Xander!"[/B] With that she ran into her room and slammed the door. As she went to lock it she stared at the handle. [I]'There was a lock there before, I swear it'[/I] she thought frantically, instead looking for something to block the door with. Then she realised what she was doing, this was stupid and pointless. She sighed and started to get undressed, pulling back the covers for sleep.[/COLOR] [B]OOC Kairi, I will find some way to get back at you for this *shakes fist*[/B][/SIZE]