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Great sign ups so far, everyone ^_^ You?re all in. [B]Name:[/B] Imric Mercia [B]Age:[/B] 19 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance: [/B] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/doodle0001.jpg]Imric[/URL] Hair- (Dyed) Navy Blue (Natural) Black Eyes- Deep Green Height- 5'11'' [B]Personality:[/B] Imric is one of those typical snobs, the ones who have memorized most of Shakespeare?s plays and can pull a quote from one to match any situation. From being so used to having servants, Imric tends to treat those around him like they should attend to his every need. If a teacher tells him he?s done something wrong, he?ll probably try to bribe them. Although he can be cocky, arrogant and a general bastard at times, Imric is intelligent, funny and even nice when he gets to know people?that?s if, people actually want to get to know him. [B]Bio:[/B] Imric was raised in a mansion by servants and nannies, he?s always been used to the good life and has never actually had to do anything for himself. When he first arrived in America, he was shocked and was almost run over about 5 times. In the space of one afternoon, Imric was violently beaten by an old lady, yelled at by speeding taxi drivers and stalked by a hooker. So far, he?s regretting his decision of coming to America. For holidays, Imric plans to fly his little sister over to America so that they can stay?somewhere. He has no plans of ever going back to his parents in Denmark. Of course, that may all change when he runs out of money and has to get a job. Imric?s strengths are English and sports, he?s rather intelligent but can?t stand maths and finds science rather boring. He dreams of becoming a famous actor, having James Nesbitt and Alan Rickman as his idols. [B]Lessons Taken:[/B] *English Lit. *English Drama *PE *Art [B]Extra: [/B] *Art/Manga Club *Basketball team Oh yeah, if you want me to make you a table background then feel free to ask >_> although they won't be the best ones you've ever seen.

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua]Imric had seen Julian staring, but he didn't mind in the slightest. In fact, he wondered why he had never noticed him before; he was cute, friendly and smart. Imric smiled, flicking his long ponytail over his shoulder, and walked over to Julian, placing a firm hand on the other boy's shoulder. Julian started and turned around, blushing brilliantly when he saw that it was Imric standing before him, "H...hello, Imric..." he mumbled, looking up into a pair of cold, green orbs. "Hey, Julian," Imric's voice was smooth and calm, with a hint of boredom lingering in the background, "So what lesson do you have next?" "Art...why?" Julian wished he could sink into the wall; instead he took to hiding more of his face behind his folder. "Ah, good!" Imric smiled and finally released Julian, "Mind if I sit next to you?" he winked again and smirked a lady-killer, before walking over to an impatient Sammi. He didn't notice Julian nearly passing out behind him. Sammi tapped her foot on the floor, one eyebrow raised in question, "Imric, you're so cruel, do you have to be such a tease?" Imric tapped his nose and slung an arm over his friends shoulder, pulling her into a light headlock, "No, I don't, but it sure is fun!"[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua]Also, we don't use that characters name, if I ever use their [I]specific[/I] name, [I]specific[/I] personality or [I]specific[/I] background, I give credits to the original creator, so bascically a [U]disclaimer[/U] which is what you should have done. No one would have a problem with you writing a fanfic based on Legendary Frog's stuff, but when you claim it as your own material it's something different. But I do believe that we've more than won our argument.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua]Well actually, plagiarism is illegal as well as against the board?s rules; I've seen members banned for plagiarism. And yeah, most people know of Legendary Frog, if I would have been bothered to read the story then I would have known it was his stuff. Also, I believe stuff like the Simpsons gets permission to use the things it does? Otherwise it would have been shut down a long time ago. Oh yeah, using the excuse that it was late and you were hyper off pixi sticks is bad, real bad. If you?re going to make an excuse, make it a reasonable one.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

Okay, so here?s the Underground Thread for the amazing RP that is the Cookie Avengers *insert sarcastic laugh here* If Boo or I need to post any information or whatnot, it will be here, if you have any questions or comments, they go here. You should know all this by now -.-; People who are in: Reise- Edward Martin Maryfield Charlie Gumphrey III Boo- Cidul Crucifix- Bishop Kawaii FirePheonix727- Niko Daisuke- Denshi Nego Whisper- Kitty Well done to those who got in, welcome to the Cookie Avengers! [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=42797]Sign Ups[/URL]

Keep them Separated [U]Lessons[/U] English Lit.- Poetry, Shakespeare English Drama- drama lesson, study plays English- all round English, the others are more specific Maths- you should know >_> PE- everyone has to have PE, but you can take it as an extra subject (if you don?t choose it, it doesn?t count to the final four) Chemistry Biology Physics General Science- all aspects of science, but less detail Psychology Art Graphic design- computer work, design things like adverts and promotional posters. IT Edit: History Geography Latin French If I?ve left anything off, or you think of anything else, PM me. [U]Extra[/U] Soccer team (M/F) Basketball team (M/F) Baseball Team (M) Cheerleaders (M/F) Hockey Team (F) Chemistry Club Quiz Team School Council- Representatives of your year. Computer Club Art/Manga Club EDIT: Woodwork I think that?s it, just post in here if you?ve got any other questions ^_^ I?ll get a Time Table done when everyone has signed up, we?ll start this just before the start of a new term, so the first load of posts will be over the weekend as everyone arrives.

[U]Keep them Separated[/U] In a Mansion, somewhere in the heart of Europe, a young man sat at his desk, studying his Latin notes. The birds outside chirped as the mid spring sun shone through his silk curtains. Bringing a well-kept hand up to his mouth, the boy yawned and stretched, leaning back in his high backed chair. How he wished to go outside and enjoy that sun, to be able to play soccer with the rest of the boys in his village. He remembered when he had asked his parents why he never left the grounds. Their expressions were priceless and the teen had a hard time keeping his face straight with the memory. Those parents, Lord and Lady Mercia, had never let their son leave the grounds of their mansion in Denmark. He had been raised and taught in that house and had to make do with his younger sister for company. With no friends, how was a teenager supposed to stay sane? Imric Mercia sometimes wondered if he had gone insane and just not noticed it, realising that his parents were clearly deranged. Yes, he had to admit, he didn?t feel much love for his parents, but no one could blame him. Being shut up inside without knowing what was out there in the world was, frankly, painful. That?s when the idea hit him. Imric stood up from his desk and cracked his fingers, pulling open one large oak door and making his way to the library, where, no doubt, his parents would be. He pushed open both of the doors and stood, facing his parents. With a sickeningly sweet smile, his mother motioned for her son to enter the room. Imric nodded and took his place next to his father. ?I?ve made a decision and if you don?t agree with it?. then I don?t really care any more.? His parents again delighted Imric with another priceless expression, he decided to continue. ?I want to go to America and study in a College over there, you don?t even have to support me, I?ll pay for myself!? ?Don?t be ridiculous, you don?t even know what is outside those gates, let alone across the Atlantic Ocean!? Imric?s father spoke up, standing in obvious outrage. Imric stood too, levelling with his father, ?I?m going whether you like it or not?goodbye.? with that, the teen spun on his heel and left the room, marching to his room to pack his bags. ****** [B]Basic Plot:[/B] Imric is a posh boy from Denmark who?s well known in Europe but nowhere else. He travels to America to continue his studies with the ?normal people? in hopes of seeing what life is really like. He finds it difficult in a real American boarding school and usually ends up making an idiot of himself by using ?posh speak? and correct manners. I will play Imric, anyone who signs up will be playing an American student who he?ll be interacting with. This is supposed to be a pretty all round RP, comedy, romance and a bit of tragedy, but I don?t want anyone having a really depressed character that wants to kill themselves, this is supposed to be a fun, school RP that gets a few laughs. Feel free to pair up with anyone you want, if you know me well enough you?ll know my character Imric, if you haven?t RPed with me then?. well, it?ll be a surprise >_> [U]The sign up:[/U] [B]Name:[/B] (Keep it American) [B]Age:[/B] 17-19 [B]Gender:[/B] [B]Appearance:[/B] I prefer pictures, but descriptions are fine. [B]Personality:[/B] I think that characters that differ from your usual students will be more fun. Like a Goth boy who misses nearly every class because he?s addicted to video games, for example. [B]Bio:[/B] Doesn?t have to be long, just say what your views on school are, strengths, weaknesses and if you want, what you do when it?s holiday time (remember it?s a boarding school) [B]Lessons Taken:[/B] (Max 4) [B]Extra:[/B] (look at list in Underground) I?ll post my sign up later ^_^ Check the Underground for lessons and Extra Curricular activities.

James typed away at his computer, completely ignoring the footsteps of his butler coming up the long stairs to his room. He wasn't hungry anyway, so the old man could shove it. He chuckled as he typed his thoughts to a chat buddy thousands of miles away and he got the usual reply of: Lmao! XD;; He smiled again and continued to type, now ignoring the lazy knocks on his heavy door. "I'm not hungry!" the boy shouted after the noise became tiresome. "Madame says that you must eat, master James." "Well master James says that Madame can stuff it!" A grunt came from behind the door as the catch was lifted...and James disappeared from his seat. ********* "What the f--?" James looked up and brushed long strands of raven hair from his eyes, he squinted and reached for his glasses, pushing them onto his nose. He looked around, sniffing the air and drawing in the damp smell of the cell. After digging in his large pockets, James found his hand held camera. He switched it on and held it up, peering around the dank corridor. "Oh man, what the hell is this?" thunder rolled outside and the wall were lit up, shadows of dead trees silhouetted the walls and James was shocked to see other kids around him. He spotted a girl and his face lit up, "Oh my God! You're Claudia De Lane! I've seen your show!"

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua]Okay, I dont' think Boo will beat me up for saying this >_> But sign ups are now closed! He PMed me and after a little war, we decided that there will be [U]6 Cookie Avengers[/U], not 5 -.-;; So, there are four places open, we'll discuss this as soon as possible and you'll get a PM if you're in. Um...if you still want to join that badly, then PM either me or Boo with your sign up, only if it's really good will we possibly make an exception. If this information changes within the next few hours (meaning Boo ish angry with me), don't be surprised XD Good luck to all who signed up.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1][B]Ooh, I can't believe I didn't notice this earlier, nice job![/B] [B]Position:[/B] God of Life [B]Person Left in Charge[/B]: Artemis- A one winged Angel with a very pure heart. [B]Name:[/B] Kagami [B]Human name:[/B] Imric Kagushi [B]Nick name:[/B] Azure [B]Age:[/B] 21 [B]Occupation:[/B] Imric works in a library and is taking Criminology classes in the evening. He sometimes part times at a cafe near to his appartment. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/doodle0001.jpg]Imric[/URL] Eyes: Deep purple Hair: Navy blue Height: 5'11'' [B]Personality:[/B] Kagami is a kind God, always willing to help anyone who asks. He's usually wearing a smile; even during a fight he'll have a happy expression on his face. He can't stand violence, but he will readily defend his cause or those of people he knows. He stands up for those who are less fortunate or who can't help themselves and likes to be a part of the community. Others have told him that he is too nice and one day, it will be his very own personality that is his downfall. [B]Bio:[/B] Kagami has always tried to be peace keeper among the Gods, not really knowing what to do about the Goddesses. He knows that none of his fellow Gods classes him as a friend, thinking that he's the type who acts nice and would then stab them in the back. In fact, Kagami is quite the opposite and still tries to convince the others that he wants them all to work as a team, rather than arguing. Despite the fact that he isn't ever given an inch of respect, Kagami gives all the other Gods their rightful respect and always puts their decisions before his own. He considers himself as a very insignificant God compared to the others; this is because he's quite young in comparison. Kagami is known to befriend those who aren't as high up as him, for example Artemis. Some call him a rouge angel that doesn't deserve to reside in heaven, meanwhile, Kagami considers him his closest friend. Always one to count on and advise him when need be. All Kagami wishes is to have all of the Gods and Goddesses work together, he hopes his time on Earth will be worthwhile. Edit: I hope that okay now, Aqua, I really love this idea. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua]Yay, I'm so glad he's not playing my Imric *dances* My character would have been so totally weird if he was straight. People who have RPed with me should know that Imric CAN'T be straight O_o;; I can't wait for this to start, Jake, I'm looking forward to it.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua] [U]Name:[/U] Imric Kagushi [U]Relationship Status:[/U] Dating Shaun (sorry, I got the name wrong) [U]Gender:[/U] male [U]Age:[/U] 22 [U]Description: [/U] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/doodle0001.jpg]Posh Boy[/URL] (*sighs* my character, my pic, don't steal.) Hair- Navy Blue Eyes- Bright Green Height- 6'0'' [U]Bio:[/U] As soon as Imric left school, his mother gave him two choices. Either dump Shaun and stay at home with her, living as normal, or if he wanted to stay with Shaun, he had to leave. Imric took the second option, packing his bags that night and turning up on Shaun?s doorstep at 11 o'clock, red in the face as Mrs. Glacier opened the door. She was an obviously better mother and let Imric stay with the family until he could afford his own place. After a few months, Imric found a good, albeit small, apartment that he could afford to rent and he moved in as quickly as possible. After a year or two, Shaun moved out of his house and offered to buy an apartment with Imric, when they were 20 they ended up moving into a really nice apartment block in the centre of town. Now Imric is a lawyer, he's still pretty new to the business considering his age but he's very successful, already having gone against some of the more famous Defence Attorneys and winning his case. In his spare time, Imric plays bass guitar and sings, but only at home. Shaun says that he should join a rock band because of the notes he can belt out. Imric's idols are Papa Roach and Marilyn Manson so he has modelled his singing voice on theirs and has managed to pull it off well. He and Shaun aren't legally married but they class themselves as a bonded couple, both of them wear wedding rings on their ring fingers. Edit: I thought of this bio and had to write it down, but if it changes that may be because Sean had other ideas, just watch this space *puts a cardboard TV in front of monitor*[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=DarkSlateGray]Imric nodded to Julian as he took a seat near him. He noticed the slight blush but shrugged, assuming that the boy was flushed from running to class. After pushing his glasses further up his nose, Imric set to work on his Maths. He was, as everyone knew, intelligent. So he made very easy work of the first few sums, stopping to sigh and help those less talented around him (XD Reminds of my graphics class!). After sitting back in his chair and resting his eyes, Imric noticed a shadow looming over him. He opened one deep green eye to see the figure of Mr McGee standing next to his desk, peering down his nose with a look of obvious dislike on his face. "Get on with your work, boy." Imric sighed again and closed his, reaching lazily for his book. His body language screamed, 'I'm far better than you' and MR McGee could see it. A vein popped in his head and his face flushed with anger, Imric smirked slightly and set his book down on his desk, sticking his pen into his mouth. "Don't worry, Sir, I'll do the extra work...." he smiled politely and nodded as McGee walked back to the front of his class, giving him the middle finger salute as soon as his back was turned, "Bitchass, twat." he cursed under his breath. Hearing a chuckle from his right, Imric turned to see Julian trying to suppress his laughing. It was time to test something, Imric shifted his expression to one of a lazy smirk and waited until Julian's eyes met his own. He nodded and winked, flashing the boy his best smile. Although he didn't know why, Imric thought that the reaction would be interesting, to say the least.[/COLOR] OOC XP;; Ah, the power of an inteligent bishie!![/FONT][/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][FONT=Book Antiqua][SIZE=2]I always complain to my mum about this, believe me, she will agree. I think it's pitiful that we get such a poor selection of anime over here. Sure, if I made a list there may be 15 or something, but when you look at it, all the shows are repeats! Besides, 15 is nothing compared to what America gets. Let's see, we get anime like Yu-Gi-Oh (currently repeats, I believe), Shaman King (last time I checked it had started again), Outlaw Star (I've seen the same episode about 5 times)...I could go on, but most of it seems to be...'second hand'. Oh, but we can't forget Dragonball/Z/GT. Dear Ra, I have watched that series about three times now! Please, in the name of a random Egyptian god, get some new material! Okay, sorry about that strange outburst there but I'm sure that I'm not the only person noticing this. Now, onto the topic of Conventions, I'm always looking out for anything advertising one but so far I haven't seen anything, it seems that just because there isn't as big of an anime community over here we get such poor things. If there were a Convention hosted then there would probably be a rise in popularity anyway. Um...what else can I add? Ah yes, I also have turned to manga because the anime is so poor, I've spent at least £300 on graphic novels and about £150 on Art Books. Not to mention about £100 on DVDs that I had to import from America and even Korea. It really adds up to a hell of a lot when you think about it, it's just a shame that we miss out on so much over here. Ah, something I just remembered. I went to Istanbul (Turkey) on holiday to meet my dad and spend a few days with him, whilst staying in the hotel when it was raining ~_~ I watched about 2 1/2 hours of anime non stop, none of which I had ever seen advertised or even mentioned over here. Of course, it was all in Russian but I watched it none the less, it just goes to show that we are totally left out in this country. I think we should start a petition. XD;; [U]Side note: You really, [I]really[/I] shouldn't have posted this topic, I tend to get carried away with this kind of stuff >_>[/U][/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua]Imric grunted his usual morning greetings to anyone who crossed his gaze, when he got to the door to class he went through the usual morning ritual of wrestling Sammi to get inside first. She won. As usual. Ignoring her smug expression, Imric took his seat behind her, flicking mini paper balls into her hair, hoping that she wouldn't notice. Again he looked up to see one of his class mates, Ryan, enter the door. Burying his head in his arms, the teen felt a blush creep across his cheeks. This was happening more often now. Okay, Imric was ready to admit that he was bi-curious to anyone who asked, but still, blushing around one of his friends wasn't the best thing. Instead the blue haired boy turned his eyes to Sammi, poking her hard between the shoulder blades. She yelped and spun around, paper balls dropping from her hair. Imric just glared at her, his usual expression. "I need to speak to you at break." Sammi nodded and smiled again, patting Imric on the head, "Okay then, hon, you can tell me anything...I can keep a secret." She winked and Imric sighed, whacking his head unintentionally hard on the table. It was then that he realised that he had Maths first. ...This was certainly turning out to be a horrible day.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua]No, sign ups are not closed, we'll tell you when they are. And guys, stop posting like that in this thread or you will get in trouble or a moderator will do something, so delete those posts because they have nothing to do with sign ups. Boo and I will chat on AIM and we'll decide the final players in a day or two, so still feel free to sign up. [U]PS I don't know if it says so in the story, but there are only 5 Cookie Avengers, meaning that there are only three places open. So not everyone is going to get in anyway.[/U][/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=DarkSlateGray]Sobs of neighbours and crying children filled the street as Blair tentatively opened her front door. She gasped and cried out as she saw the sight. That thud from the night before was what she and her brother believed it to be, a body. The now decapitated carcass of a middle-aged man was thrown awkwardly against the side of the wooden house. Limbs were out of place and the body had already started to rot, flies buzzed around the rank flesh as maggots crawled out from the ripped wound. There was blood along the walls and street and vomit dried on to the cobblestones. A few people were just staring and Blair felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She looked behind to see the figure of her brother, Imric. His expression was one of great worry; she could see it in his deep green eyes that his feelings were certainly mixed. She had to admit it herself; her heart was torn in two. One half wanted to help the relatives of the deceased while the other wanted to hunt down that sadistic monster. She knew that she wouldn't stand a chance though, turning green eyes to the sky and breathing heavily, Blair managed to control her tears. How she wished she were in heaven now while her parents and brothers stood, helping those in need. They would know what to do.... what use was she? A weak girl wracked with guilt, fear and anger. She needed to have some space. "Brother, I need to go for a walk." Imric nodded, he knew what his sister needed to do and he would not be one to stand in her way. Blair walked inside and pulled on a coat, grabbing her Crucifix from the top drawer. Her plan was to go out and train in the fields, but she half hoped that someone would stop her.[/COLOR] OOC Why is it, that when I plan to write short posts I write really long ones? Anyway, I hope that was sufficient for the end of chapter one.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua]Right, I'm all posted so I hope I done okay, I'm really enjoying the mood of this role play, I hope it continues.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua]The night air was unusually cold for this time of the year. A closeness that seemed to chill the core hung in the air and everyone in Carcius knew what it meant. Blair tried to banish the shudders running down her spine as she leaned over the stove, making sure the fire was well lit. She was holding a dinner party tomorrow. Only a small thing, a few neighbours and close friends would be coming. The young woman was planning on it being a good time to sit back and try to enjoy an afternoon of peace and happiness. But something kept nagging her; Blair knew that all would not go well, no matter how hard she wanted to believe it. Another chill swept over the room and this time she fully shuddered. The light from the candles reflected in her bright green eyes and seemed to make them sparkle. A shuffling outside caught the girl?s attention and she jumped, knocking against the warm embrace that was her brothers. He whispered in her ear that everything would be okay and that nothing would happen to them. Blair nodded and swept some strands of hair from her face, biting her lip to hold back the fearful tears. Another shuffle and a low ripping noise caused both humans to balk as they realised what was happening. The smell of rotting flesh crept through the wooden boards that built the house and infested Blair's nostrils. She gasped but her brother clamped a shaking hand over her mouth so as to keep her quiet. The noise stopped for a second and then something thudded against the far wall, causing even Imric to flinch. Blair held her brother and cried silently into his chest, waiting for the terror to leave their home. She just heard her brother mutter three words, breaking the silence, "God help us."[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua]Name: Imric Connor Age: 15 Gender: Male Personality: Imric is a guy on the edge. With a reputation as a teacher's pet and the school brain, it's no small wonder. He has been a target for bullies since he was given a top award at the last school awards with the headmaster claiming that 'Imric is one of the finest minds around'. He?s quick witted, sarcastic and a damned fast runner. very useful when dealing with bullies. Biography: Believe it or not, Imric was a pretty popular guy in his old school. He manages to keep his brains hidden from his peers and they just got to know him as the good sportsman and ladies man that he was. Even though he couldn't stand women and frankly, he?s scared of them. His mother and grandmother raised him and they made him into a very effeminate boy. Even encouraging him to wear girl?s clothes. Both of them are pretty crazy and Imric can't wait until he's old enough to move out. The young boy dreams of being an artist and draws in his spare time, most of his paintings reflect his mood.... he hardly ever uses colour. Appearance: [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/doodle0001.jpg]Imric[/URL] Height: 5'10'' Eyes: Green Hair: Blue/Black Class: 3F1[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][FONT=Book Antiqua][B]This sounds very cool indeed ^_^ I would go for Valentine but alas my skills are not exceptional >_>;;[/B] [COLOR=DarkSlateGray][B]Name:[/B] Imogen Waters [I]Age:[/I] 21 [I]Gender:[/I] Female [I]Occupation:[/I] Underground Reporter [I]Starting Weapon:[/I] A switchblade and pepper spray always in her purse. [I]Appearance:[/I] [URL=http://www.animegalleries.net/albums/Sentimental_Graffiti/miyuki_hasaka/sg_miyuki002.jpg]Imogen[/URL] And [URL=http://www.animegalleries.net/albums/Sentimental_Graffiti/miyuki_hasaka/sg_miyuki014.jpg]again[/URL] [I]Biography:[/I] Born and raised in a not so normal household, it's small wonder that Imogen rebelled against her parent?s ideals. They were both very outspoken and expressive people, being well known for their very explicit art pieces. The whole house was littered with paintings of couples, suicide and murder and Imogen, being only very small, grew up knowing about it all. She shocked her pre-school teacher by actually knowing what sex was. This didn't really worry her parents, and in fact, Seraphina and James encouraged their daughter?s thirst for knowledge.... just so long as she carried on the tradition of painting. For the simple fact that her parents half forced the child into becoming an artist, Imogen pushed away further and further from them, purposefully going against their ideals and rules. When she was 16, Imogen was doing drugs and smoking, her parents grounded her, banned her from seeing friends...they done everything they could but all of this only caused their daughter to hate them more. As she got older, Imogen became more mature and sensible and realised that she needed to do something with her life. It was when she was 18 that she discovered her love of writing and gossip. After publishing a couple of guest articles in magazines and small time newspapers, Imogen was approached by the editor of one of the best known Underground Newspapers; The Shadow. This newspaper specializes in Government Operations and things that the general public shouldn't know about. Of course, they have been known to report monsters and other urban legends just to get the hearts of the dedicated readers pumping. Although most people believe the paper to be foolish and mere gossip, it is very popular with teenagers and those searching for the unknown. Imogen is one of its best reporters and is desperate to get writer of the year, especially now that she has heard of these 'experiments'. [I]Mutagen:[/I] Imogen hasn't been infected yet, though some might say she wants to be all in the name of a good report.[/COLOR] [B][U]EDIT:[/U] I was planning on a short bio -.-; tell me if I need to change anything, ne, Kit-san?[/B][/FONT][/SIZE]

Name: Bishop Kawaii Age: 11 (201 1/3) Gender: we think he's male Personality: Bishop is a...worldly child. Since he has, in theory, been alive for over 200 years he has picked up quite a bit of knowledge. He likes to use big words to confuse his friends and crewmembers, he also finds it great fun to swap recipes around and mix up ingredient labels. He can?t drive the submarine worth a crap, but he is for some reason it's helmsman, he always claims that what he is doing is right....even though his north is South. Weapon: Bishop has a replica of practically every anime character and celebrity he knows in plushie form. He is able to grab a random one from the depths of his clothes at any given time. Appearance: [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/aaaaaw.bmp]click[/URL] That....guy with the purple hair. Bio: Bishop grew up in?. well, he grew up in a Church. Actually, no, he grew up in a cardboard box NEXT TO the Church. But he visited there often because of the free food...which any person in their right mind would do. He learned the ways of God, and that helped him to break many laws with the cover of God's work at hand. Needless to say he had a bit of a reputation. His sense of direction was always horrible, and one day, whilst travelling from Twiwb to a small field with cows, he got lost and ended up in Tokyo. Which is where he had his hair done (isn't it great?). After many, many years of travelling, Bishop got to know about the Cookie Avengers. He saw their Sub dock once and was fascinated by it, so fascinated that he just had to graffiti on it. 'Bishop woz ere' is still there today. When the posters of 'Avengers wanted' flew up all over his humble town, Bishop just had to try and join...actually, there were only a few people who wanted to join so competition wasn't very strong. Special Ability: The ability to make plushies twice his size to seemingly appear from thin air.

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=2][FONT=Book Antiqua]James blinked as he saw Andy walk through the door, the last person he?d ever expect to see. "So, Andy..." James signalled for the nurse to leave, "Come to gawp at the 'rapist'?" his voice sounded hurt and Andy could see the tears welling up being his cold, grey eyes. "No...Si....James, I...I came to..." "To what?" James snapped, Andy's head perked up and he glared, not knowing what to say. "Listen, if you aren't going to say anything then there's not much point you being here." "I came to apologise." Andy bowed his head and took a step closer to Archer's bed. James raised an eyebrow and coughed in mild surprise, that he [I]really[/I] wasn't expecting. "I was horrible because I had...f3eelings....for Caly. When I saw her with you I just lost it and wanted her to hate you so badly...." "Well, I guess she does now..." when James looked at Andy's face again he saw that he was silently crying to himself. "Oh, come here boy." as Andy sobbed, James patted him on the back and tried to comfort him in an awkward hug. "J...just stop crying, people will think strange things." Andy laughed and nodded, standing up and wiping his eyes, he looked to James' pale face and was met with an encouraging smile. "See? I'm not that bad...."[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1][FONT=Book Antiqua]Great stuff, Sean old boy, I like it. Um....can you add Appearance to your sign up though? For some reason it's not there on the form *glares at Boo*.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

Once upon a time, In an age where bakeries made bread and butchers sold meat, there was a town called Twiwb. In this town lived a whole lot of happy people together. And in this same town lived a man. A man with sealegs, a man who had sailed the seas for many times and knows a whole lot. Unfortunally, we wont come back at him, he smells like fish. Actually, we're even going to a whole other town. This town was said to be the most magical town in the entire world and its name is 'Efil Flah'. Efil Flah is said to be the town that withholds the very secret we like to call 'the treasure at the end of the rainbow'. But, one day, the secret was about to be unraveled by a man who didn't like gnomes and therefore shot the sheriff of Gnome town One day, that man, entered the town of Twiwb. He scared the hell out of the people, seeing as he was painted with gnome candy sugar stuff which sticks like hell but he couldnt get his hands off it. After washing his hands, 'that man' walked to 'the hall of ancient legends which nobody believes in anymore so they are stocked there'. This hall was filled with things like Santa, some golden ring with inscription, a coca cola truck which can ride through walls, a dusty carpet, some sleeping person, a mirror and if you look even better, there, right next to that table, you see a small chest. While humanity doesnt realize it, this same treasure withholds everything thats good. Things like Love, Happiness and pancakes are all stuffed in this small chest, ofcourse together with a whole load of gold and stuff which nobody knew of before. When he entered 'That man' walked upto a mirror and started claiming he was a changed man and that he now likes gnomes and dislikes their 'gnome candy sugar stuff which sticks like hell but he can't get his hands off'. After that, he went to the glowing chest with the note on it saying: saying: 'Hi Santa my love, I would like you to do some shopping for me. Here's a list of stuff I need you to get me for dinner. 2 bags of apples, 3 kilo potatoes, 1 pound beans, 3 liter milk and the package containing stuff that looks like Marihuana, but it certenally aint >:^o'. 'Helloz, I'm a very important message. If you read this, I will probably written all over by messages in who that stoned wife of Santa orders him to get stuff that looks like Marihuana, but it certenally aint >:^o Why am I so important? Well I'll tell you now. Because, I contain instructions about the chest. Here they are: 1. Do not Iron it 2. Do not spill milk or anything that smells like cheese on it. 3. Dont look in the secret layer at the bottom 4. You smell 5. and er.. something about when you open this chest, it is something like that the world will end within a year.' But suddenly there came a strong sense of fish in the air. 'That Man' reached out for the chest and grabbed it before the fish smell reached his nose. By looking into the mirror while claiming to be a changed man must be the thing that triggers the fish smell trap. Fortunally for That Man, he got out of the hall soon enough. He decided to keep the chest locked and hidden in his own house with a lot of defensive titanium layers and stuff so that no one with even more evil in mind than himself, could open the chest, but before he could cross the river with his blow-up-shoes which he bought at TelSell, a street kid kicked against his shins and ran off with a big smile. Reaching for his shin, 'That Man' dropped the chest on the ground, accidentally unlocking it. Before anyone could say 'we all live in the yellow submarine', the sky was covered in green, the water turned red, fish smell filled the air and twigs became unbreakable. But the worst thing of all, was that the pancakes and Cookies turned digusting! So 'That Man' turned on the Cookie Avenger sign and ran off, leaving the chest behind in the middle of nowhere. The Cookie Avengers were these day's heroes. They travelled around the world in their submarine, looking for villages to save and Inn Keepers to rip off. They were very successful and widely loved (Except by the Inn keepers) and most, I say most, bad guys were very afraid of them, why? Not a clue. But one day the Inn Keepers had enough of them so they made a trap. After offering the avengers a free night inn, they cackled and let down the candyfloss nets upon the snoring and drooling heroes beneath them. One by one, the sleeping avengers were bundled off to separate Inns and cooked to perfection, only to be served the next day. Only one survived, as he stumbled out onto the street, choking and spluttering like a rabid hobo, he screamed "Bakery!" People around him gasped and covered their ears, just as the poor guy passed out and was mobbed by smelly, snotty nosed street kids. So, the federation of people who own the Cookie Avengers, decided to gather a new team. And they decided to call this new team: The Cookie Avengers! How originalish! ----------- Ok so here are the sign ups. As I hope you have noticed, this is NOT a serious RP ^_^ The Characters don't have to be humanish. Like you can do something from a walking plushie to an angel, as long as it fits in the Submarine! Name: Be original. Age: Well eh.. Age.. Gender: No explanation needed I hope? Personality: Describe your personality and moods and so, make it clear enough so that other people can use your character in their posts without making him way different than he/she is. Appearance: As said above, something interesting but erm...practical O_o; Weapon: Toy, frying pan, slap glove, whatever. Bio: be creative. Try to add how you got called up by the Avengers HQ. Speciality: Be creative aswell, stuff like baking, cooking, rolling over, lie dead, I dunno o_O;; [B]Brought to you by Boo and Crucifix....we make a great team -.-;;;[/B]