Latharix_sama

Oh...dear. It's been so long...I had nearly forgotten where this origninated. I'm an insomniac and in 8th grade whenever I couldn't sleep, I'd sit in my closet with the door shut and brainstorm randomly (this is how most of my little philosophies got started). One night, I was putting random syllables together and *CLICK* I got Latharix! I use it for just about everything. More peoples know me by Latharix or la-chan (a pet-name version of the former) than by my real name. So I used Latharix and tacked on "sama" to make it look....nippon-esque? :twitch:

Name: Tama Kaida Age: 21 Gender: Female Side: Empirial Description: Tama is a tall, lanky girl that stands at about 6 feet. She has light brown hair cut short except for her exceptionally long bangs that she keeps in braids. Her eyes are a subtle grey speckled with blue, green, and brown. They take on one of those four colors depending on the light quality. She wears a military-esque uniform. It consists of a white top with several empirial symbols and medals above her right breast and a plain black skirt that reaches 3 inches above her knee. She wears white thigh-high tights and a pair of black combat boots. Background: Tama grew up in a family of military men. Her mother had died while giving birth to her. Being the only girl, she developed male tendencies and habbits, so when she was of age, she decided she would join the empirial forces like her father and brothers. They had been loyal to Walken before he was in command and they remained so after his rise to the top. She strove to be just as good as her brothers and father. It seemed that she gave up human emotion so that she could attain greatness. She rose to the officer rank and soon became one of the top authorities of the empirial force. She never questioned if what Walken was doing was wrong or not; she had never thought about it before. But after killing one of her brothers that had switched to the rebel side, she has started to doubt the empire. Weapons: Standard military handgun, rifle, and a series of poisons and knifes.

Leviiril sighed as she watched the commotion die down. "All this fuss over a fish.." She walked with a steady pace toward her favorite pub. She needed information on the government's schemes, and the pub, The Black Craven, was the perfect place to catch the latest scoop. She stared at the river that flowed by the path. It was poluted and stank because of the humidity. She turned away from the depressing sight and set her eyes back on the pub. She watched a Slake male, a female Mahrim, and another figure nearing The Black Craven. Leviiril paused for a moment and then ran after them. They looked like her kind of people, people with information. She caught up with them and grabbed the Mahrim's arm just as they were entering the pub. "Wait...!" She tried to catch her breath. She gasped for air, and then ran her fingers through her creamy hair, trying to look more presentable. She asked slyly, as not to foolishly blow her cover if they were government officials, "Are you who I think you are?"

[U][B]STORY[/B][/U] [I]Over a million years ago, the people of Earth created a base on the planet Pluto. People lived in climate controlled bubbles that spread out across the planet and contained entire cities. But the people of Earth have long since lost contact with this colony, and have pronounced the entire population dead. Now, in the year 5890, they have finally realized their mistake. Pluto is over populated with mutated creatures that have adapted to the conditions. They have technology that would make Earth scientists' jaws drop. But despite all of this, Pluto is far too small to home their growing population. So now the current Mathribus, the ruler of Pluto, has announced that Pluto will set forth to conquer Earth, so that that it can be used to further house her people. Of course, Earth won't stand for this.[/I] Okay, Okay. So Pluto is going to attack Earth, in hopes of conquest. And, of course, Earth will fight back. The conclusion is up to you. Who will win: Pluto or Earth? If Pluto wins, Earth belongs to them, and the Earth people will either end up slaves or dead. If Earth wins, the Plutonians go back to their planet with their tails between their legs. Got it? In the sign-up, you will either be an Earthling or a Plutonian. [U][B]Races[/B][/U] [B]Human[/B] the Earth's only defenders. You're all humans (I hope so), right? So you know what they look like. They rely heavily on their highly advanced weaponry. [B]Cyro[/B] One of Pluto's two races. They are humanoid in appearance. Their genetic make-up however, is adapted to the harsh conditions of Pluto. So a weak cyro on Pluto, would be a strong cyro on Earth. They rely on their minds and technology. [B]Norflaks[/B] The second of Pluto's races. They are odd creatures that are basically cubes of purple tofu with eyes, mouth, and spindly arms and legs. They have no real intelligence and their strength is in numbers; they are exceptionally dagerous when they swarm. Norflaks are strictly NPCs. They will be Pluto's equivalent of soldiers. You may be in charge of a swarm of Norflaks, as a cyro, if you would like that. [U][B]Sign-up[/B][/U] Name: Age: Gender: Race: (Human or Cyro)Your race will also decide which army you're with. Appearance: Pics or detailed description Personality: Status: What are you? A general? A foot soldier? Norflak comander? It is your choice. My character is the Mathribus, and is, as such, reserved. Short Bio: Have fun with this. I'll post my character after several people have signed up. If you need help or have a question: PM me.

Varyl scoffed. "Blah, blah, blah! You talk too much, you know? My dogs will get upset if I don't watch them maime! So come on!" She walked into the house to her right. She could hear the screams rising into the night. She shuddered with pleasure. She ran to be beside the dog inside and helped him with her bare hands to rip apart the young couple who resided there. When the deed was done, she looked up at Denna and grinned like a child who was covered in mud, intead of a young woman splattered in blood and gore. She then ran out into the street with the dog and skipped to the next house. She stopped at the doorway and waited for Denna to follow. When Denna caught up, Varyl brought her inside the house. The family of four inside were still asleep, despite all the noise. "Let's take care of these, and then I want to enlighten you about what exactly you've gotten yourself into."

OOC: A freeform rpg? Cosmic!! :freak: [B]Name:[/B] Leviiril [B]Age:[/B] 20 [B]Sex:[/B] Female [B]Race:[/B] Mahrim [B]Alignment:[/B] Revolutionary [B]Class:[/B] Assassin. Leviiril is highly skilled in weaponry and the art of terminating (inside phrase, pretty much means that she knows the best ways to kill a person in certain situations). She also dabbles in magick, but only uses that of the element of ice. [B]Weapon of Choice:[/B] Scythe [B]Personality: [/B] Leviiril is best classified as short-tempered. She's a very serious/no-nonsense girl who is overly passionate about anything she does. [B]Appearance: [/B] Stands at 5`9 ft. and weighs approximately 115 lbs. She has a thin, graceful figure that is slightly muscular and curves at all of the right places. Her hair, which is kept in a loose black ribbon, and fur are a creamy-white with dark brown tips on her ears and tail. Her ears in question are long and pointy and grow from the same location that the humas' ears do. Her cat-eyes are golden with olive flecks. She wears a loose, black silk, long-sleeved top that tucks into a loose pair of black, knee-length shorts. She prefers to go barefoot [B]Bio:[/B] An assassin for the government at first, Leviiril switched sides when she was told to kill her own kin because they were interfering. Now she travels around, putting a stop to those who do the government's doing.

Varyl waited for the pain to pass and bolted behind Denna, then pushed her against the outer wall of the nearest house. She pressed the tip of the Knife against the nape of her neck. "Ha! Fool! I told you that I was not to be reckoned with!" She pushed the Knife against Denna's neck until the skin broke. She withrew the blade and licked the blood that pooled in the shallow wound. She then hissed into her ear, darting her tongue against the lobe, "I don't think that it shall be me who dies in the end." She released Denna from her grip. "Next time I'll slit the backs of your knees." She walked off in the direction the dogs had gone.

Varyl laughed. She bent over and clutched her stomach. Once she regained her breath, she smiled evily and stated, "My name is Varyl, the Knife. It would be very foolish of you to battle me, so put down your scythe, child." "You and me....we're aren't too different. Let's join each other in the quest for the pain and agony of others." She held out her hand to Denna, then giggled maliciously, "Let's be partners in crime!"

God...you guys must LOVE ranting... I like a lot of the bands mentioned earlier (ex:Moonsorrow, Falkenbach, Wintersun, Ensiferum, Mithotyn, Lumsk, Månegarm, Nomans Land, Bathory, Enslaved, Asmegin, Bloodaxe, Windir, Equilibrium, Skoll, Forlorn, Frostmoon, Storm, Thyrfing and Yggdrasil. ). I also enjoy German metal. You should try it! There is nothing more relaxing than hearing a German dude unleash his fury over the airwaves! :animesmil I would recommend Romstein, but you people have ranted and raved about what is heavy metal, I'm not even sure if Romstein IS heavy... :animedepr OOC: Amorphous, you have a great taste in music there! :D

Varyl shuddered. She felt like she was being followed. She shrugged off the paranoia, but then the feeling got stronger. She stopped running, letting the dogs that ran with her go their own ways. They had already killed many with her supervising, and they could certainly do it on their own. She stood with her back to the stalker. And then she opened her blood-red lips and asked in a sing-song voice, "Who~ are~ youuuu~?" "And why are you following me?" Varyl hissed as she turned around.

OOC: I love RPGs like this! [B]Name-[/B] Latharix Mathribus [B]Age- [/B] 18 [B]When and how you died-[/B] January 26th, 3228. After a long, heartbreaking relationship with her sadistic boyfriend, Latharix decided that death would be better than going home to a man didn't love her and beat her unmercifully, so she jumped off of a overpass. It was her birthday. [B]Appearance- [/B] Latharix is 5`8 ft., weighs 117 lbs., and has an thin, lanky body. Her eyes are moon-grey and her medium length hair is a mousy brown. She wears harajuku/gothic lolita clothing. [B]Race-[/B] Demon [B]Short Bio-[/B] Latharix was and is a cold hearted loner. However, she met a man named Harken and found that her heart melted. It was too late when she realized that he didn't love her. He used her as a plaything, and beat her within an inch of her life. She finally gave up on life and threw it away. Although she was a good person in life, suicide is a sin and therefore she became a demon as punishment when she passed on. [B]Weapon-[/B] A scythe. The rod is 6 ft. long and the blade is 4 ft. long. The rod of the scythe is made of a rare wood that twists upward called deviloak. The blade is a translucent saphire color. [B]Magic-[/B] Ice

OOC: I am a bit confused...what race are we? you did not specify...Until you can tell me, I'll act as if my character is a vampire, but I'll leave out the biography until then, okay? Oh and...I think I'll leave my character straight, because I don't like roleplaying as anyone who isn't modeled after myself. [B]Name:[/B] Collete Virblanke [B]Age:[/B]118 [B]Sex:[/B]Female [B]Appearence:[/B] Collete has a lanky, cat-like body and stands at 5`8. Her eyes are a deep crimson red and her waist-length hair that she keeps in two braids is snow-white. Her body has no mechanical, or bio moderations, ecxept for her right eye, which is a high-tech camera designed to look exactly like her left eye. Although her she already possesed fangs, she got them lengthened and sharpened to looks like snake fangs.Collete most often wears gothic loilita and victorian era fashions. [B]Biography:[/B]

Varyl counted out all of the dogs; there were 10 in all, enough to scour the entire town of every living thing. Varyl made a low whistle and each dog ran off into the night to exterminate anyone and everyone they encountered. A giggle escaped from her lips which erupted into a burst of maniacal laughter that rang in the night like the peals of hell's bells. When she finished her insane laughter, she cried out in a mock-frightened voice, "Oh, those good-doers are gonna catch me for sure!" Then her voice suddenly became laced with malice and rage that seemed to resonate from the Knife instead of Varyl, "Mark my words! The Sword, the Shield, the Horn, and the Scroll, all of them, will all die by the Knife before this is over!" With that, Varyl moved through the town to watch her canine minions do her bidding.

Varyl entered into the town nearest to Fonrea. There wasn't a welcome sign of any kind, so as far as she knew, the town had no name. And she liked it that way. She decided that this one, just like Fonrea, would be her little signal fire to her followers. A fire that would spread across the lands like a plague. After spending some time listening in on the gossip at the tavern, she learned that a farmer who lived just on the outskirts owned three brutish attack dogs, who were trained to maul anything or anyone their master set them on. Varyl gleamed at the thought of setting attacks dogs loose on the town. She watched the farmer and his watchdogs to see his way of authority. She then waited until nightfall and crept to the sleeping dogs. She mimicked the farmer's techniques and then left the farm with her new friends into the village.

[B]Name[/B] Vylanke (Creature)/Tama (Human) [B]Age[/B] Vylanke: 150/Tama: 16 [B]Creature[/B] Ice Fox [B]Realm[/B]Frreeay [B]Appearance[/B][I]Vylanke:[/I] A gigantic snow-white fox weighing in at 200 pounds and having a height of about 5 feet and a length of about 6. Despite her barbaric appearance, her electric blue eyes shine with hidden intelligence and wisdom. [I]Tama:[/I] An slender girl standing at 5`7. She has almond-shaped grey eyes and waist-long, mousy-brown hair that she keeps loose except for two braids starting at her forehead that coil their way around her head. [B]Bio[/B] [I]Vylanke:[/I] A force to be reckoned with in Frreeay. Vylanke lives alone in a large cave system hidden by snowbanks.She is a loner through and through; any who dare to invade the privacy of her caves seldom escape her. There have been many males who have tried and failed to mate with her. Vylanke would just rather live her days out in solitary. [I]Tama:[/I] A half Japanese/half German teenager that lives in Osaka with her parents. She is a very learned girl and makes the highest test scores at her school. Though she has book-smarts, she seriously lacks in common sense. She has zero-to-none people skills and is terrible at confrontations. At school, she is very quiet and avoids others, like a mouse; at home and around people she feels comfortable with, she is boistorous and not afraid to speak her mind, like a cat.

Varyl skipped in the puddles and raised her hands to catch raindrops. She giggled like a little child. It was raining in the small village of Fonrea and the streets were desolate. From a distance, Varyl could make out the kingdom. She smiled whimsically at the thought of it burning. She came across a small inn and knocked daintily on the door. A gruff looking man opened the door, looked down at Varyl, and let her in. She sat down at a table in the far corner and nursed a mug of ale. Soon enough, a drunkard came and sat down with her. He laughed with a low rumble and squeezed her thigh. "What is a [I]fine[/I] lady, such as yourself, doin' in a place like this?" Varyl giggled openly. She hiked her skirt up to reveal just enough leg to get the fool subdued. She gripped his chin with her right hand and placed her lips against his ear. She whispered, "Let's torch this place. This entire village!" The man was at first, reluctant, but she easily made him comply. Within an hour, the whole of Fonrea was ablaze. People were screaming in pain and with loss. Varyl watched it all from a safe distance with satisfaction and glee. She moved onward to the next village and her next victims. As she turned, the knife in her belt glimmered for a moment in light of the burning town.

Name: Varyl Item: Knife Gender: Venus Age: 18 Personality: Varlyl is a clever, cheating and traitorous fiend who's only looking out for herself. She loves to play tricks and games and finds other's pain amusing. She deffinately isn't shy. Appearance: Varyl stands at 5"7 with a slender, fragile figure made for sprinting. As an albino, she has long white hair pulled into two equally long braids and crimson eyes. She dresses like a common street performer or a gypsy. Background: Varyl merrily sneaked away from her latest con job. She had just fooled a senile old baron into giving her enough coins to feed and clothe a family of five for six months. As she was skipping back to her hideout, she heard loud andry shouts behind her. She twirled around to see the old baron and several armed men chasing after her. She smirked and stood poised like a cat until they were right upon her, at which time she threw her hand down and a great cloud of smoke exploded into the air. While the small mob tried hopelessly to get out of the smog, Varyl sprinted away. She had nearly cleared the street when she spotted an odd cart. The witch who owned the cart claimed to sell objects of magic and power. Varyl knew her ways though, and was not so easily separated from her money. "What do you have today, Glindle?" she asked with open glee and mockery. Glindle replied with equal enthusiasm, "Oh, I these beautiful baubles! Does the pretty girl want a pretty bauble?" Varyle chuckled. "It seems that you've mistaken me for a simple farm girl; I'm not interested in such wares. Now come, tell me what you really have there." After a little goading, the witch relunctantly handed her a bundle. "You have to pay for it before you can see it." Overcome by curiosity, Varyle consceeded. She paid the price and walked back to her home. There, she unwrapped the parcel. Beneath the cloth lay a beautiful knife.

[B]Name: [/B] Tamaisynthe Reganse (ta-my-is-inth--ree-gan-see) [B]Apparent Age:[/B] 18 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Weapons:[/B] Tamaisynthe carries an old-fashioned scythe, fitted with an ebony handle and a reinforced steel blade that shines blood red in the moonlight. She also has a single handgun strapped into a holster on her belt and a machete in her boot. [B]Personality:[/B] Tamaisynthe, while lacking in main intelligence and common sense, is a fun person to be around. She is selfless and self-sacrificing. She is the stronghold where you can be at ease. Her little quirk is her bold speech; she openly speaks her mind and loves to throw in weird slang and phrases into the mix. Her one true flaw is that she represses her own feelings in order to make everyone else happy, which makes her a very sad person on the inside. [B]Appearance: [/B] Tamaisynthe has an extremely slender build and stands at five feet and seven inches. Her strange grey eyes glitter underneathe her bangs.She wears her dark brown hair in two braids that are tied with red ribbon. Tamaisynthe wears a deep red lipstick, her eyes are darkened with black makeup, and her nails are of the darkest crimson. Her clothes consist of a tight-fitting black leather turtle-neck top with medium length sleeves that is decorated with silver studded runes and a pair of long white leather pants that are also adorned with runes, yet in gold instead of silver. Around her waist is a plain brown belt from which her gun holster hangs. On her feet are a pair of black combat boots. [B]Bio:[/B] Before becoming a Guardian, Tamaisynthe has the vaguest memories of being the oldest child in a large family; this is where she acquired her big sister personality. She has spent most of her time as a guardian taking the jobs that no one else wants or cleaning up another gaurdian's mess-ups. She also puts up with the Elders' grievances and monkey-orders. [B]Character Snippet:[/B] Give me a sample of your writing I shall finish this later! For now I must vomit! Huzzah! :sick:

OOC: Sorries for going AWOL! My compy died and when we "ressurected" it, it had no internet!! Mine walked behind Genevieve, her eyes shifting about. Suddenly, they caught something in the distance. "Oh! Look!" "Huh?" Genevieve spun around. Mine pointed directly at a crater to the right of them. "Let's check that out!" Mine gracefully bounded up the side of the massive concaved earth and peered over the edge. Inside the bowl was a small family of hideous lesser spirits curled together in their sleep. Genevieve popped up beside her. "Oooohhh...Do you think we can eat them?" Mine shuddered at their grotesque appearance. "I don't think I would want to eat them either way...But keep it down! We don't want to make ourselves known quite yet!" "Oh...We could capture them and take them with us when we meet up with the others!" Genevieve offered. "That sounds like a plan." Mine nodded and, stealthily, pulled an empty pouch from her belt and gently scooped the ugly threesome into it. With that, they continued looking for food.

My grey kitten, Sephiroth, thinks I am his mother. ...or at least, his slave/food bag. :animeswea When I first got him he hated me. He would run away and hide whenever he saw me coming. But now he can't stand to be without me. When I go into a room and close the door or put him down in the basement he cries like a little baby. And (laughs) when my mom punishes him for something, he looks at me with his huge eyes as if he expects me to save him. Not that I mind of course. It's a lot better now than it was when he hated me! :animesmil ::runs off singing, "I'm a cat's moooootherrrrr~!"::

Lolita stared blankly at Alphiya for a second. "Why you little brat!! I've watched over you your whole life and I've had to go through as much grief as you've ever had! Show a little respect!!" "It's kinda depressing to leave the place you lived in for eight years! Let me have a moment's solace!!" Lolita slapped Alphiya sharply. "And don't bite Katt's head off like that! What happened to the girl who worried CONSTANTLY about Katt???" Lolita snarled and stomped off with mixed tears of anger and sadness in her eyes.

OOC: Teehee! This sounds like those Black Cauldron books! :animesmil NAME: Miplyn (Mip) AGE: 17 SIDE: GOOD!! XD WEAPON(S): Scythe, boot knife SKILLS: weaponry, combat, healing magic PERSONALITY: Quiet and withdrawn, talks to herself and is a little off-kilter HISTORY: Miplyn grew up on the river bank in a small hut with her aunt, a white witch. Her aunt died of consumption when she was 13 and she has lived alone since then. She talked to herself for companionship; there was no one else around for miles. She didn't know anything of the outside world, or of Annuvwn's evil plans for that matter, until Galmathwn approached her about becoming one of five companions...

Lolita grumbled lowly. They would have to find another place to stay.... "Well...Jebus, Katt!! I don't know where we can go!" She flung herself to the ground and sulked for a moment. She sighed and then proposed a plan. "Let's leave this city [I]now[/I]. We'll worry about finding a place later. Is it okay with you if we leave Alphiya?" "I...I guess..." "I guess I'll sell my dojo then...." Lolita took a long look at her old home.

Mine looked down at Genevieve. She reached into a small pouch at her hip and pulled out a slice of dried pork, then handed it to her. "Here you go. Why don't we be a group, eh?" She patted Genevieve's head.

Mine felt cold and alone in this bleak land. It was nothing like she had thought it would be. It was so...boring. And yet, she sensed a foul presence in this land. She sighed heavily and muttered under her breath, "Stupid girl! Look at what your curiosity has gotten you into [I]this[/I] time!" An idea flashed across her mind. She gently tugged on Chepin's sleeve and asked, "What if we, I don't know, split into two even groups, one going in one direction, the other going the opposite? Wouldn't that be safer, yet still efficient?"