Aiyanna

[COLOR=Indigo] Name: Ciarra Liluye'Amaya Experiment number/name: 393/Shifter Age: Appears around 19 Appearance: Ciarra, Cia or Ci for short is a young buxom woman, her figure slim and her curves full. She has long chestnut hair that she wears either in a thick braid or in multiple braids. Usually she jingles, the cause of which being tiny bells that are threaded into her hair. Her eyes are the color of Emerald fire, sparked through with the colours of autumn, golds, scarlett, and dark deep brown. She wears a thin loose hunter green shirt that emphasizes her figure, dark brown breeches, and soft laceup boots. As the shirt often slips off her shoulders, pale, long criss-crossing scars are revealed. They stretch over her shoulders and down her back and chest, and she has a scar that resembles leaves on her left wrist. All these stand out against her slightly tanned skin. Personality: Cia is a bright, friendly, kind person, who tries to make people smile. Of course, on the outside she is all smiles, but deep down, she carries dark secrtes and pain that will never heal. None of this she ever lets anyone know about, and she never talks about why she will sometimes turn sad for a few moments. Genetic Power: Ci can shift her shape at a quick thought. She can go from an animal, to a mix of multiple animals, to an exact clone of people around her. She is not that great at turning into anything that isn't living, and usually get sick after she tries. She avoid the shape of a crow, because of bad experiences. History: There is not much known about Ci's history or past. From the age of 7 up, she lived alone in a forest, living off the land and hunting with a bow that she stole from the village that outcasted her. She does not understand why she was casted out, but she has always had a connection to animals, even before she became an experiment. She has always yearned for human friends, and never got the proper love she should have. She was around 16 The day she met the man in the forest that asked her to come with im and volunteer for a few tests, she refused. She was hard to trust men, as most of those who had cast her out had been men. She was poisoned from a river she drank and became sick, which was when the man that she had refused took her to make her into an experiment. She has been in slumber for near two years, and the freedom from the tube in which she had been imprisoned was, though she didn't understand why, refreshing and gave her hope. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo] Alatariel blinked at him slightly. She could swear his voice reminded her of something from her past...She frowned, and then shrugged it off. She did not like to remember her past, and had forced most of it away. But gazing at him, he still tugged at her mind. Light, why did he look familiar? SHe hadn't realized it until she looked closer at him. She couldn't know him, she only knew a select few men, and otherwise avoided them as she could. She fingered the blade at her side, wondering if maybe he was an enemy she had fought, and then she dismissed the thought. She opened her mouth and said in her voice that sounded like a quiet breeze through shaded leaves, "I am Alatariel Aran, My Sir. May I ask the same of you?" She gave a slight bow of her head. She had not meant for to sound cold...but she knew she had. She was [I]Ver[/I] hesitant about who she assosiated with now. She shifted her feet slightly, as if to make sure she would be ready for an attack from this man. You could never be too sure... {}OOC{}-Jeez..I just couldn't seem to figure out what to write...sorry it is so short...and a bit boring...I do hope this thing picks up... [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo] Alatariel stood at the edge of the raging battle, her black eyes darting as she watched each opponent against a soldier. There wasn't just Nyx and Kahvi and her friend. There was the Grim, and another of what the humans would consider a creature...she couldn't exactly place what he was...He was in all white and had a silver sword...but that was about all she could tell while he was fighting. Her thoughts raced along with the battle, and she was almost pulsing to join in...she was solid now...and she wasn't a bad fighter. She suddenly smiled, her violet pupiled black eyes sparkling with entertainment, and taking a running leap, she jumped into the fight, drawing her dagger in one hand, the blade of which was jet black, while drawing up shadows with the other. She had heard Kahvi murmur about dancing, and she grinned to herself as she joined in the steps of the fight, swinging her dagger and launching shadows at soldiers. Her blood raced through her, and she was exhilarated to finally do something while solid. She could feel the moon on her and her senses were sharp to all movement around her. She gracefully danced the steps of the battle. Lives of soldiers ended by her black blade, and she would move gracefully on. The shadows in her other hand had now started to work on their own, attacking soldiers at random, suffocating them out of being. She only felt a little pity for these humans who would so willingly hurt innocents. At one point she fought alongside Nyx, and then moved on, coming around near the white-clad figure, passing him and giving him a brief smile, gone in seconds to the next soldiers. She was having a blast doing this, and then, just as suddenly as it had started, it ended. Nearly all the soldiers that had been there were now on the ground, dead or wounded to bad to move, moaning to themselves. The others had fled. She looked around, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight at the destruction the 5 of them had done. The village people were standing all in a group, their eyes wide and fearful. She bent down to a fallen soldier and wiped blood off her dagger before resheathing it at her side and letting go of the shadows she held. They had started to form into a shadowblade, something that she did not want to happen. She looked over to the sleek form of nyx, surrounded by soldiers that were dead by gashes across their chests, or throats ripped out...her claws had blood on them and so did her face, and she didn't seem to mind at all. She switched her attention over to the white-clad man after looking around at Kahvi and Zahntee, and she wondered just who he was. [/COLOR]

::waves hands toward the RP:: Go RP anytime! it is already up! Start! Post! Go!

[COLOR=Indigo]OOC: ::mutters:: She isn't a child ya know...she may appear 17...but she aint no child...::mutters and goes IC:: Alatariel sighed at Kahvi's chuckle, and then crossed her arms across her chset. "It really does bother me when someone sneaks up on me when I am making the change to solid. It is my most vulnerable time, and as I have asked, I would appreciate if you didn't do that." She said, and then laughed despite the stern voice she had used. Kahvi smiled and shrugged. "I suppose it is just fun...watching you jump." she chuckled again to herself. Alatariel shrugged and finished becoming completely solid, before latching the black necklace onto her neck again. Her heart was still thumping loudly at being snuck up upon, but she wouldn't let Kahvi see that. She breathed in deeply and then exhaled, and felt the chill wind upon her skin, and relished in the light from the moon that warmed her. Then she returned her attention to Kahvi. "What are you doing here anyways? Most people sleep at this time..." then she thought of herself and gave a guilty grin, unconsciously rubbing her bandaged left arm with her gloved right one before dropping both to her sides. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo] Alatariel watched with some amusement as Nyx told Vivek off, and then she herself stood up, not caring whether Vivek noticed or not. She looked up at the sky, and the stars, and sighed, then placed her hands in her pockets and started walking. She could easily just stay to the shadows...but she didn't feel like it at the moment. She walked in the moonlight, feeling it affect her like it always did, making her feel thinner in substance...but at the moment, she didn't care. She kept her eyes on her feet as she walked, and yawned only once, becoming fully awake as the moon rose fully. For awhile she just watched the moon,wanting to feel its rays on her skin...then she grabbed the necklace that was around her neck and unlatched it. She held it in her hands for a few seconds,staring at it, wondering slowly whether she should become solid just on the urge to feel the moon... Then she closed her hand around it, and started chanting quietly. She was nervous at having to close her eyes to complete this spell, because it made her very vulnerable, at the point between shadow and solid, but she closed her eyes and stood there, chanting under her breath as her form flickered between staying as a shadow, and becoming a figure of solid substance.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo] Alatariel watched quietly from the shadows as the soldiers passed, and heard Nyx mutter something about killing the King. Then she slid out of the shadows as smoothly as she had slid in. She quietly walked over to Nyx, not making a noise as her feet just passed through the dead leaves and branches on the ground of the forest. "Hey..." She said, right behind Nyx, making her jump. "Don't do that!" she said, annoyed slightly. "If I could...I would strangle you at the moment for doing that all the time." she said, and made a move as if to strangle Alatariel, but her hands passed right through the shadow-walker. Alatariel smiled slightly, her Violet-pupiled black eyes sparkling. "Do you think anyone else will be joining us any time soon? I mean...we sent that letter as if we had an army...and so far..." she looked around the clearing they were in, "It is just the two of us." Nyx nodded, and also cast a glance around with her burnished yellow eyes. "I believe we do have some followers...but when they will come...I truthfully don't know. Until then, I think we should stay in the area, and stay out of sight." she scanned Alatariel up and down. "Though with you...it wouldn't matter...unless you choose to become solid for awhile." Alatariel shrugged slightly, and then stuck her thumbs behind her belt. "I guess I could just stay to the shadows and watch." She said. Nyx nodded. Alatariel moved off to the shadows again, wondering to herself whether or not it would be a good idea to become solid... she finally decided against it, as she didnt' really know what the people who were coming were like. She moved into the shadows just a little from Nyx, and said from among them. "I am in the shadows to the right under the large oak tree if you need me." and then dissappeared in them [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Green]I ended up using the Fairy. I thought it looked better...I dunno why...but yeah...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Green]::burst into tears with happiness:: I AM SOO HAPPY PEOPLE SIGNED UP! ::starts dancing around:: We can start whenever you would like! I am ready! Yup! And by the way Katana, I have been busy, but I finally finished that dress, and it looks great! I got the picture finished and framed, and I will be turning it in later today...then I should be free except for tuesday till about 10:00 PM...I got your message...but yeah...haven't really responded yet......but yay! Lets start ASAP! I am ready! Oh, and Thank you all for joining this RPG....I am thrilled, as you can see. ::bows to all, not crying anymore::[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]::Cheers really loudly:: YAY SOMEBODY SIGNED UP! ::runs around cheering loudly::[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange]::Thinks of Dr. Demento and the song he made that includes the word Bulbous Buffont....:: The word Twinkle is funny... and Flop Garage Lugnut... ::giggles::[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Orange] I think there are tons of funny words... Like... Bishop Dodge Balloon Tiki Bandaid Galashes Spoon Hamster Baboon Spanky snot Splurge plug... and I can list so many more it is scary...hehe...I guess alot of words make me laugh... :D [/COLOR]

Whispers of Darkness (Rated PG-13 for Violence :blackeye: and Language :cussing: ) Genre: Action/Comedy/Fantasy Other creatures. Humans say that with disgust as they look upon those different from them. From elves and fairies, to dragons and demons, humans think and act supreme. Until now. [I]King Damien VIII fumbled to break open the seal on the scroll that had been delivered to him that morning. It was not something he usually did. But it was the mark on the seal that created panic in his mind. A sword crossed over a fang dripping blood off its tip with flames in the background. Breaking the seal only made him panic more. It meant he was once step closer to discovering what the rebel society was demanding. To his royal scumbag King Damien VIII, We hope you are prepared. We draw nearer and nearer to your city with every step we take. We am not alone. There are many more with us, each of them ready to kill anyone who gets in our way. Our social out casting is about to come to an end. One of us shall pay for the things we have done to one another. Have a great day! -Nyx Kamiloia -Alatariel Aran Damien?s grip tightened on the parchment. Who did those creatures think they were, making such threats and demands from him? This wasn?t going to go unnoticed?[/I] Note: This RP is only for people who take their posts seriously! Please use correct grammar, punctuation, capitalization, and proper spacing/paragraphing. Maximum of 11 People Only! (Doesn?t include Katana or Aiyanna) These are what?s needed: [b]Name:[/b] [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Creature Type:[/b] [b]Weapon:[/b] (If any) [b]Description:[/b] (Please be detailed!) [b]Personality:[/b] [b]Weakness:[/b] (Required! No being all-powerful.) Here?s Katana?s? [b]Name:[/b] Nyx Kamiloia [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Age:[/b] 15 [b]Creature Type:[/b] Weretiger [b]Weapon:[/b] Two swords, one hooked onto her waist belt and one strapped onto her back [b]Description:[/b] Yellow eyes and shoulder length black hair streaked in silver. She has two silver earrings on her left ear and another on her right. Nyx wears a white shirt with a brown vest over it. Both end right above her stomach, which shows. She wears a sheath belt across her chest, decorated in complicated bead designs. Around her waist is a leather belt, fastened together at the center with a gold circle. Latched onto the back of the belt is her second sword. Nyx also wears baggy, khaki-colored pants and high leather boots wrapped in silver around her feet. Slung around her neck is a cerulean orb. It is the only thing that keeps her in control when she becomes a tiger. The only thing that avoids her from being a human is the tiger strip across her left eye. [b]Personality:[/b] Nyx is very dependable, even though she can seem a bit out of it at times. She?s very secretive about her past and about herself, and can be rude and bully-like, even though she doesn?t mean it. [b]Weakness:[/b] Whenever there is a half moon, she loses control of herself and transforms into a ful-fledged tiger. The orb has no effect on her, and when the night is finished, she has no memory of the time spent being transformed. This has made her kill numerous amounts of people. The main problem with this is that she can kill people in the group, or they can injure her from defending themselves. And here is Aiyanna?s [b]Name: [/b] Alatariel Aran [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Age: [/b] appears 17 [b]Creature Type: [/b] Shadow-walker [b]Weapon: [/b] The shadows, her shadow sword, magic that she has learned over the many years she has been around, and a necklace that has 13 black gems for which she can use for a few tricks. [b]Description: [/b] Violet pupils and eyes as black as midnight, loose chestnut colored hair with natural red highlights. She has 4 black earrings and a cartilage in her left ear, and two in her right. She wears a tight black tank top shirt with a turtleneck like collar and cut off around where a tube top would be, black low-riding pants and knee high, soft laceup leather boots. Her left arm is wrapped up to a little past the elbow in black bandages, and on her right hand she wears a glove with the fingers cut off. Black feathered wings sprout from her back. She wears a black belt on her hips from which hangs a black bloodstained dagger, and a bag that holds healing herbs. On her throat is the necklace (more like a choker?) mentioned earlier on which is 13 small black stones. She can often be seen with shadows swirling around her, or nearby, or trailing her. [b]Personality: [/b] She may sometimes appears a bit firm and scary and can be mean when needed, but is actually a quite caring and helping person. She doesn?t like violence, but can deal with it when it comes along. She walks with a kind of happy exited bounce, and likes to spread cheer around the group, making people smile. She is known to switch the subject when it comes on her, and doesn?t answer questions about who she is, or how she came to be what she is. She does not like being interrogated. She is a loyal and good friend if you get on her good side, but can make your life a living hell if you mess with her the wrong way. [b]Weakness: [/b] Bright light, Swords made of light, an attack that involves light, and shadow-swords or swords with Sun-stones or Moonstones in the blade or the hilt. Her figure is basically the same as a shadow, so mostly it cannot be touched, just passed through, except for the times when she uses her magic to become solid.