Latharix_sama

[FONT=Comic Sans MS](OOC: I apologize for the long time I spent away from the boards. School has been hectic, what with exams and all. I haven't had the time to check up on things.) Jerille crowed and hopped around his mistress. She had fallen asleep in a most unladylike manner--slumped against a brick wall, her frighteningly long legs stretched out before her, and her hands shoved into her pockets. She was the only vampire the poor bird had ever met who had the audacity to slumber in public. Felix opened her eyes slightly and peered warily at the beast. "Little bugger..." She sprang from her resting place and moved swiftly down the street. Jerille, caught off guard, squacked angrily at her, took a few hops across the pavement, and then flew off after the albino. Felix discerned that several of her own kind were wandering about closeby. The young sprig of a vampire had no desire to become involved with her tasteless kin. She took a turn at a street corner and headed towards the northern tip of Atlanta. The vampire and crow stopped when they had reached the tallest building. The two perched at the top. She let out a catlike yawn that showed off her highly pronounced teeth. The view did nothing but tire her all the more. She blinked at the sky ahead and then jumped when something caught her attention. She scrambled to her feet and coddled Jerille, pointing out the dot in the sky. "Lookit, birdy, there's a lovely fallen, come to play house with us."[/FONT]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][FONT=Comic Sans MS][SIZE=1]Relationships? I'm talking about real, loving, maybe even sexual ones. The age range people start searching for love seems to be splitting. People are dating at much younger and [I]older[/I] ages. I wonder, are all of these people really ready for physical and emotional companions? I claim to be nonsexual, and I really mean it. I have no sex drive and I can't be "turned on". I went through the sexual stage and said, "Screw you, bugger!" I am in need of constant companionship and love, but not the romantic or physical kind. So, what about all of you? Are you ready, already involved, unprepared, no where near mature enough, or are you blatantly ignoring such things, like me?[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Sojiro47']Tical, a junkatarian.........? I like the sound of that. Now I have a name for my eating habits. Sweat! But like DeadSeraphim said, those of us with fast metabolisms will be way fat one day. But untill then, live it up folks. We've got the world of food at our finger tips, just eat it before our metabolisms give out on us. ^_^[/quote] [SIZE=1]Yes, you're absolutely right! I should ride this rollercoaster called metabolism 'til the very end, and then keep going at the same speed on my own! ...That would look strange in real life!! o.o" I want to still be sexy thin when I decide that people actually turn me on. :B[/SIZE]

1 ~ What is your NATURAL hair color/colors? Mouse Brown 2 ~ Have you ever dyed your hair? If so, what color[s]? NA 3A ~ If you have, do you regret it? Has it damaged your hair? NA 3B ~ If you haven't, do you want to? Hell yes. :3 4 ~ Are you satisfied with your current hair color? So-so. 5 ~ What is your favorite style for your hair? [[long, short, bangs, etc]] The male emo flippy hair style actually looks pretty hot on me. I should have a sex change. xD But I'm pretty happy with my long, straight hippie hair. 6 ~ What kind of hair do you like in the opposite sex? The mohawk. They are just so seximeji.

[QUOTE=Red 6][COLOR=Sienna] Or maybe it's the dope... [/COLOR][/QUOTE] Most likely, it's both. Metabolism probably plays the biggest part, but stimulants do a very good job of keeping you sickingly thin. Of all the druggies I have ever met, not one of them could have possibly weighed more than me.

If I feel like I'm too nervous or shy to start a conversation, I just don't do it. If they want to talk to me, they can. However, that is usually not the case. I love to break the ice. I either say something completely random and offbeat at a loud volume, or I physically start a conversation by doing something that I know makes people uncomfortable: I come up from behind them and give them a biiiiiiiig hug! :3 The best phrase to break the ice, in my opinion? "Yes, hallo, I am currently pondering the whereabouts of my [insert name of article of clothing or strange being], have you seen it/them?"

I saw this thread and I pulled out my old scale. xD I stand at five feet, seven inches and I weigh one hundred twenty-five pounds. I feel that this is fairly decent for a girl who hasn't been truly physical in two months and eats like a quartet of ten-year-olds. I guess I owe the fact that I'm an uncurvy stick of a girl to the fact that my metabolism is a super hero. :B But all super heroes get old, and one day I will have to start working my butt off to keep this weight range. >>;

I find myself giggling whenever people commit a stereotypical act. Like when a girl says, "Why do I have to be [I]her[/I] partner?? She dresses like a freak!", I start to laugh so hard it wracks my entire upper body. Most people think I'm having convulsions and I'm always the only one that thinks those stereotypical moments are funny.

[SIZE=1]My name is Catherine. It's another form of the name Katherine. It comes from the Greek name Aikaterine. The etymology is debated: it could derive from the earlier Greek name Hekaterine, which came from Hekateros, "each of the two"; it could derive from the name of the goddess Hecate; it could be related to the Greek word aikia, "torture"; or it could be from a Coptic name meaning "my consecration of your name". The Romans associated it with Greek katharos, "pure" and changed their spelling from Katerina to Katharina to reflect this. Today, if I was to look up Catherine, I would most likely come up with that meaning, "pure". I'm...not pure. xD So...no, this name doesn't really fit me. I still like it, though.

A shrill cry broke the ordinary din of Seventh Street. Several humans who heard it dashed recklessly into the alley from which the scream originated. One middle-aged gentleman caught a flash of white in the corner of his eye, but only for a moment. Collapsed beside the dumpster was a young girl. Her skin was deathly pale and two single blood drops rolled down her soft white neck. One word echoed in the humans' minds: [I]Vampire![/I] The men shouted with anger. A peal of laughter like silver bells emitted from Felix's rosy lips when she heard the growl of outrage from the humans. She slapped her thigh merrily and then skipped away from Seventh Street. She loved the way the crowds parted when she walked through. They didn't do it of their own free will, but hers. "Jerille, darling, where shall we go now?" Felix stroked the greasy head of the crow. The spoiled bird tried a cooing sound, but it only came out as, "Squak!" He scratched her right shoulder to indicate that he wanted to go in that direction. He was motioning her to head back towards the wastes. "Right-o, ducky," saluted Felix, and with a blur of white and black, the two were gone. Several people who had been walking nearby, couldn't help but scratch their heads.

Name and pronunciation: Felix Darsinae (fee-licks dar-seen-aa) Breed: Vampire Age: Young, but uncertain of the factual age Sex: Female Occupation: Thief Weapons: She carries a long, heavy black cane. A small blade is cocealed within it. Special abilities:Her senses are highly accute compared to those of normal beings. Her eyes are so advanced, they can see beyond the dark and can easily hypnotize. Her speed reaches such great numbers that if you saw her casually brush her shoulder, you might swear that you only saw a flash of color. Appearance. Felix is an albino. She has soft, nape-length white hair that falls partially over the right side of her face. Her eyes are a weak, sicklly pink and her skin is deathly pale. Her fangs are shaped like those of a snake and curl slightly over her bottom lip. She stands barely under six feet and has a thin, lanky body. She is most often seen wearing a three-piece pinstripe suit and heavy black boots. Pets (optional):A large black crow, named Jerille. History: Felix has unknown origins. She herself doesn't quite remember where she came from or how she came to be. In the past years, however, she has been living alone, picking off the dregs of humanity. Personality: Felix is mysterious and dark; a slightly Gothic air is about her. She enjoys toying with people and having fun at others' expense. Despite her shadowing aura, she is rather flirtacious and dandy.

Lares held her arms akimbo and frowned. She paced the floor. Soma was in her room getting ready, leaving poor Snake Eyes to sit patiently by the door; which she, obviously, wasn't quite good at. Soma emerged and Lares bounded up to her. "Finally! Let's go!!" She bounced up and down on the toes of her shoes. "Alright, alright. We're going." Soma walked outside which Lares following behind like a puppy. They walked toward their destination at a steady pace. Lares thought that this was a good pace for talking. "Remember, you promised. You hafta spill the edamame once we're there!" She winked at Soma.

[SIZE=1]Snake Eyes stopped scanning the kitchen for booze. She had several bottles, some full and some half tapped. She poked Joshua in the side. "Here! I already took it all from the fridge!" She handed him an unopened bottle. It was more expensive than the rest, so it seemed a waste to use it for a Malotov cocktail. He frowned. "Just one bottle?" "If there's any left, you can have it, you drunkie!" She harrumphed. "If it was up to me you'd drink coffee!!" She had never liked the sauce and couldn't see how anyone could poison their body with such foul-tasting stuff.[/SIZE]

"Oh no! I don't need anything at all! Vennet Fjorde lives nearby! I know because I'm sure I've seen his face before. I think he'll be pretty easy" Snake Eyes had taken the bounty poster for him because she knew it wasn't much work. "In fact, he's in the phonebook, right here!" She reached over the counter for the large book and flipped through it until her finger found a home. She was right, Vennet had never thought of removing his name from the 'books. His name, phone number, and address were all listed next to Snake Eyes' first digit. She closed the phone book and replaced it. She then hopped up onto the kitchen counter and used her powers to scan the cabinets. She stopped in front of one and opened it to reveal a bottle of whiskey. "I'll help you find that alcohol you need!"

Snake Eyes shreiked happily, "Yes!!" She grinned ear to ear and shook Soma's hand wildly. She stopped when she realized that Soma wasn't grinning back at her. "Sorries!" "Now....my guy....he's probably connected to yours. He's an eclectic black market dealer. He has business in most items." She looked at the bounty note. "He's not worth half as much as yours, though, 'cause even though he sells most things, he isn't as prolific in sales in illegal items like weapons or drugs. I don't think he'll be hard to get." Soma smiled. "You've actually thought a little about it this time. That's new!" Snake Eyes clapped her hands. "I'm trying to be a little useful!" She paused for a moment, because another thought had flashed across her mind. "Oh! Is it just us, or are we going to get some others to help?" Snake Eyes knew that all the questions bugged Soma. Soma was very well aware that Snake Eyes only had to use her powers to get the answers. But she was too lazy to ever use them when she wasn't working. Besides, brain-snooping was not always 100%.