Kuroshin13

I'm another one of those "jack of all trades"...I love to draw, but I can only draw a more Anime/manga-ish style. Give me a real person to draw and you'd have a labled stick figure. :animeswea I tried drawing Manga once, I liked the plot I set out, but I can't sit there and draw the same thing over and over in different perspectives. I personally think I'm a horrible writer, but people who read my fanfic pieces said otherwise (and other cases. a good "voice" they said). I'm working on more of a Medival Fantasy, and a Sci-fi pieces at the moment. along with 3 fanfics. Where does the time go? And my parents wonder why I'm always on the computer. :animeswea Love to act too, But I don't think that counts...

I only saw what was on toonami...But I enjoy watching it. It's kinda cute. Man, I wish I could see it "de-kiddified" as somebody put it earlier...But anyway, I'd bet there'd be alot less episodes if the boss battles didn't take 4 to 6 episodes. :animeswea I have to say though, that as characters themselves, Nami, Sanji, and Zorlo(sp?) are my favorites. Luffy and whats-his-name annoy me sometimes...mainly the lier.

rap, and anything of the Britney Spears etc. genre give me a major headache (I'm a barbie girl is HIGH on the list)...don't even ASK why. There were a few exceptions, but I can't remember them :animesigh Also, the infamous "I know a song that gets on everybodies nerves" Waaay too over sung... :animestun

Katrina almost wanted to laugh. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"Rambling...heh. I'd stay out of class with ya, but I need at least one period of attendance today, or I'm Mr. Fletture's for a detention session."[/COLOR] She rolled her eyes at the thought. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"Eh, I just won't bother going," [/COLOR] she said while shrugging. [I]'Now [/I]I?m [I]the one rambling...' [/I] She just looked at Dante with blank expression and sarcastic voice. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"Geeze, it's a regular party." [/COLOR] She lightly tossed the lighter to him, which was now about half empty. Katrina made a mental note to stop by the drug store and get a new one on the way home later. Well, if Dante got caught, it wasn't her problem. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"Anyway," [/COLOR] she said to Hunter. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"You remember that kid who left for military school because of the locker incident? I don't think he's the one that did it. Now we have several transfers, all on the same day."[/COLOR] She paused, letting it soak in for a moment. On a 'busy' year, they'd only get like two transfers for the whole year. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"Now we got screams, the football field is a mini war zone, and I overheard some girl with glasses telling her friend she heard gunshots."[/COLOR] Katrina just looked at the blank faces, and due to the natural coloring of her cheeks looked like she was blushing. She hurriedly cast the red eyes to the floor at her feet, letting her hair fall in front of her face. This was the first time she's actually shared her suspicions with anyone. Let alone randomly. She waited for the harsh and biting comments, ready to take 'em like the tough girl she was.

I love the Monty Python stuff. I'm more apt to knowing the Holy Grail though. I first watched it in a social studies class, and no one else understood any of the humor! I was like "How do you NOT get it?" I love watching the lego version of "Knights Of the Roudd table" The Shrubberry, scene 24, Tim, and the bunny! Who doesn't love the knights who say Ni? "First you must find...another shrubbery!!!" A few lines later. "Then you must cut down the mytiest tree in the forest, wiith...a HERRING!!!" :D I found the random gorilla hand quite amusing also.

Katrina was walking down the hall thinking about all the strange things happening at the school when she was knocked to the floor. She narrowed her eyes for a moment, intent to reply with a sharp comment. That passed however, seeing it was Hunter. Ignoring his hand, she stood up on her own, brushing some dust off quickly. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"Hn..."[/COLOR] Her gaze was directed to the other side of the hallway. Should she say something else? It wasn't as if he was being a jerk or anything?he DID apologize. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"..Don't worry about it,"[/COLOR] she added quietly while glancing sideways at him. He looked like he was ready to head home for the day. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"What, not sticking around to see what other strange things the new kids have in store?"[/COLOR] She wasn't entirely sure, but had the distinct feeling that all or at least most of the new kids were somehow involved with what had been happening.

I'd have to say Mars was my favorite, with her whole no nonsence attitude and everything. I haven't seen/talked about Sailor Moon in a LONG time, so my memory is of course a bit fuzzy. :animeswea I DO remember, that Ami and both Moons were my least favorites...Serina's meatball headedness got a bit annoying after a while, and the bouts between her and her kid? EXPECIALLY over Darien's atention... :animesigh

[SIZE=1](ooh, I hope it's alright...)[/SIZE] [SIZE=3][U][B][I][CENTER]Jet Force: Past The Gemini[/CENTER][/I][/B][/U][/SIZE] [SIZE=1]You know the story; you know the ending. The evil Mizar enslaved the tribal bears, a tyrant with a nasty horde of minion bugs, breaching all possible Federation treaties, and virtually destroying their fleet. The heroes Juno, Vela, and Lupus ended his reign with the help of the mechanical Floyd. Turned out Jeff?s brother Berry just wanted some attention. But now there is a new menace, an evil greater then Mizar, and closing in. (Cue: *dun* *dun* *dun*) Years later new heroes shall emerge, but will they win the day? [CENTER]* * * * * * * [/CENTER] Eyes a glaring toxic green color scanned the open area from under the dark hood. No other features of its face were visible. Nothing but the black dress shoes showed through the shadows enveloping the wooden chair. It was waiting. ?Niiih. Ni-ii-ih,? were the only sounds heard from the gathered soldier drones as they chatted, heads bobbing and antennae twitching. All was silenced as the figure suddenly stood up, stepping closer to the middle of a large round platform, soles making a soft noise on the wood. No words escaped from their mouth, but its message was heard to all. ?The time is now, my loyalists. The furbals are right where we want them, the planet?s are waiting for us!? Cheers ring around the area as the speaker lifted a dark gloved hand. The figure let them ring, not without its toxic eyes hinting at a cruel smirk. Eventually the noise died down. ?Go in, take over, and kill all who resist!? Louder cheers erupted, handguns waving in the air. After a few moments, the place quieted down, as all of the drones waited for their leader to continue speaking. It didn?t. After about a minute of silence, the leader spoke. The eyes plainly showed aggravation and disappointment. ?What are you waiting for?! Get going!? The glove pointed in the direction of an improved Skamet battle cruiser. [CENTER]* * * * * * *[/CENTER] Black heels clicked along the halls of the Federation headquarters. After Mizar, the corporate president that thereafter took over had made sure that things were done a little differently. By good, they worked well. A soft ?whoosh? is heard as the doors slid open into the briefing room. The large, reflective surface table stood in the middle, most of the chairs already filled. A long, slender hand moved green locks out of the way of the red eyes as the president walked over to the front of the table, locking gaze on Jeff and Magnus. Jeff was getting older (as if he wasn?t already), and had Magnus accompany him everywhere. On King Jeff?s other side, was the small blue (monkeyish) alien, Midge. Others sat gathered around the room also, to which the president paid no notice. ?We are here today, to discuss our plans against Plough.? The soft voice was firm, and easy to hear. ?Although he has not yet out stepped the bounds, I do not want a repeat of the Mizar scare.? Nods were seen all around the room, with sympathetic looks to the tribals. ?Yet what should we do? Our hands are tied without proper reason,? King Jeff went on to state. ?Yes, I know.? She turned her head, clicking on a remote to bring up a map on screen. ?Plough?s rule hasn?t extended beyond here, However-? The map switches over to Twarfet. ?We DO know that the leftover zombie bugs have been disappearing from Twarfet. Is that right?? ?Yes,? Said King Jeff. ?I myself went with Magnus to check it out.? He nodded. ?We ARE willing to take up arms and defend ourselves if it becomes necessary.? The president?s blue lips turned into a smile. Her eyes passed over each of the ambassadors in turn. ?Here?s what we?re going to do. Do to our own laws, we are limited to options, but at the first sign of any invasion, we?ll retaliate.? There are nods of agreement around the room. The intercom buzzed, and a male voice rang over the speaker. ?Pardon the interruption, but we?ve just lost contact with most of the fleet! We DID receive one transmission though. The only thing that came clearly through the static was ?Skamet?.? ?Well, I guess that?s it. We?ll rendezvous with the SS Khepri and get some light weapons for the tri-? The place is rocked with the sudden heavy fire. Everyone was tossed around a bit, but managed to stay relatively in place as they all stood up, knowing that orders were going to be rushed. ?-on Goldwood. Then we?ll fan out from there! Just-? The place lurched again, and tons of soldier drones invaded. ?-Exterminate the pests!? She almost fell face forward onto the table, but managed to make her way toward the doors, pulling out a machine gun. ?Good luck everyone!? She managed to say before the room was engulfed with bugs. [CENTER]* * * * * * *[/CENTER] The evil Plough has made his first target the Federation itself instead of taking over individual planets. With a crippled fleet, can a rag band group of trainees, officers, and allies stop the threat to all that is peace? This is our mission. Sign ups will be here for a while. FOREWARNING: possible planet traveling [U][B]Terms:[/B][/U] I will be playing the current federation president. Everyone mentioned above are playable characters, except for Midge and Plough. You may even be a random tribal if you wish, but may only use a pistol as a hand weapon. However, it is easy to hide behind things and in small places. A knack for throwing things like grenades, mines and cluster bombs comes in handy. If you choose, you can play as Jeff. However, you?d have to be Magnus also. Jeff uses magic. No weapons. Just don?t be a bug. That would be...pointless. [U][B]Signup: [/B][/U] I?m not expecting too much, most info is relatively irrelevant. Name: Age: (optional) Race: (human, tribal, other) Gender: self explanatory Weapon(s): NOT all of them. Just pick a couple, so that there?s more of a team effort. Limit=pistol + 2 The pistol is a given, you don?t have to put it down. Looks: A pic or description, either is fine. Bio/occupation: just a short little snippet on who you are. Doesn?t have to be a life?s story. [B]Here?s mine for an example:[/B] [B]Name:[/B] Chara [B]Race:[/B] Human [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Weapons:[/B] Machine gun and Shruikens [B]Looks:[/B] Her long, grass green hair is always held back in a high ponytail by black cloth, but bangs sometimes get in the way of her crimson eyes. Slender, with tan skin, she wears the standard Jet Force armor (like Vela?s). [B]Bio/occupation:[/B] The current president of the federation, she decided to take charge and not let another Mizar scare happen as long as she was in charge. Strong willed and calm most of the time, she has a quiet voice, although one that is easily heard. Treats others as equals. [/SIZE]

Katrina fully relaxed again after being left alone. Of course she heard some commotion, but she wasn't going to run to the action. She flicked her lighter a couple of times for the hell of it, but was soon done with the cigarette. Tossing it down to the concrete, she crushed the embers out completly with one foot. Sighing, she figured to see whether they'd have to go outside for gym or not, just to have something to do during Mr. Fletture's 'class'. Arriving near the football feild and standing on the track, she couldn't help but let out a low whistle. Almost looked like a mini war zone. Turning on her heel, Katrina walked back to the building deciding to skip the class no matter what. To go to class, or not to go to class, that was the question now as she walked down the hall. [I]'So Drake was his name...hm...I think I'll have to keep an eye out around these new kids now.'[/I] She thought to herself.

Katrina just looked at him, and blinked. She sure as hell was NOT used to being talked to. Good thing she still had her voice. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"...sure."[/COLOR] She handed over a cigarette, with the lighter as well. The initial shock soon passed, and Katrina payed Hunter no mind as he passed. She saw the eye roll though, and wasn't going to forget it just yet. Mumbling something quickly, she spoke to the guy again. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"So, which one are you?"[/COLOR] Now would have been just as good of a time to put faces with names as any other. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"That is, what's your name?"[/COLOR]

I'm just sitting on the side lines watching. :D I have one question about this...turn order thing...Don't get me wrong, I'm not against it or anything, but how can you write for some one else's character? Maybe a stupid question, but still.

(oOo...i'm lates) Of course having skipped all her morning classes, Katrina knew she'd have to go to classes this afternoon to get some sort of attendance. Sighing, she walked into the cafeteria with hands in her jeans pockets, standing on the lunch line just to grab a small pack of cookies. The only food she trusted to eat from this place. Looking about, she spotted a sort of "gathering" of new students. [I]'This many?'[/I] she thought. [I]'This is WAY too much for normal...like those lockers...I wonder if they all know each other.'[/I] Either way, she felt it no concern of hers at the moment as some attention was grabbed by a couple of girls behind her. Kyle, Garet, Drake, Dante...Jory. Those were the names she could hear. Who was who, she didn't care to rack her brain over at the moment though. All they could talk about was who was the cutest, and how they were going to go over and introduce themselves. Paying for lunch, She sat at the only completely empty table left, the one right behind theirs. [I]'Maybe I SHOULD have gone to English...'[/I] She munched quietly on her 'lunch', and it didn't take her long. Standing up, she walked to throw out her garbage then came back to walk out of the doors at the back of the Cafeteria, fingering a pack of cigarettes. She mainly left because of the lunchroom noise. Heading over to her ?spot? on the brick wall, she leaned back against the bricks and flicked some ashes off of the cigarette.

Katrina glanced out over the schoolyard with red eyes. 'New kids...' she said to herself spotting at lest one student she didn't recognize. Her hair hung loose, some strands falling into her face as she sat down next to the door, leaning against a wall. Brushing them away with a gloved hand, she leaned back and relaxed, planning on a small nap. It was short lived however, as the door next to her creaked open and then clanged shut. One eye opened to look boredly at the teacher. He had a weasel look to him, with graying hair and dark, beady little eyes behind his black-framed glasses. Tall, and with a hooked nose, he looked down upon Katrina with a superior grin, detention on his lips. He wasn't known to be too nice of a teacher, and some had accused him of being 'Out to get them'. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"No Mr. Fletture, It would seem I'm not in class,"[/COLOR] She said while standing up in a pair of black jeans, sneakers, and a green top. The colorful bracelets jingled on her wrist, imitating the teacher. She new his opening line by heart, and it threw him off every time. [COLOR=Teal]"Well, Miss Minnow, I suggest you get back to class. I could give you a detention being you made me walk around the whole school looking for you just now. To show I'm a good sport, and since we have new students, I'll let you off with a warning." [/COLOR] He wasn't that stupid though. He waited for Katrina to go inside first. She guessed he would escort her person ally, and rolled her eyes as she walked into the shady building. For the amusement of all stragglers and fellow students who had a free period (but foremost 'cause she was bored), she hummed a funeral march theme as they walked. Yes, it earned a few quiet laughs, but its share of scorns too. One of the cheerleaders just rolled her eyes, even though her football captain boyfriend had a small smirk as Katrina passed them pretending to be in handcuffs. [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]"Dead, girl walk'n!"[/COLOR] It soon grew tiring though, and Katrina fell into silence, planning just to sneak in quietly to her desk. Mr. Fletture had other plans though. Just outside of the door, his attention was caught breifly as he spotted another student then decided that they were one of the free period kids. He knocked loudly on the classroom door, disrupting the entire learning process. [COLOR=Teal]"I believe this belongs with you," [/COLOR] He moved to push Katrina into the room, but looked to see she was gone. All of the students in the room started to laugh, and he stormed away with a hasty apology.

[B]Name:[/B] Katrina Minnow [B]Age:[/B] (16) [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]You Are:[/B] Student [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://photobucket.com/albums/b137/ShadowessTheNight/?action=view¤t=Katrina.jpg][U]For Now[/U][/URL] Ah, the ever changing looks. Katrina has a whole stash of colored contacts, temporary hair dyes, gel; you name it. She has a thing for changing her looks all of the time, none of the other students or teachers know what her real hair and eye color are. Not even her parents can remember. Although she's a bit pale, Katrina has rosy cheeks that stand out. [B]Bio:[/B] Somewhere in between "badass", "Loner", and "punk". At least, that?s as far as the High school caste system goes. Although not a gossiper, the girl knows about almost everything that happens in the school, putting her own piece together to figure things out. During free time, you may find her out by the edge of the campus leaning against a brick wall. Once in a while, you could catch a cigarette in her fingers. The kicker is, she isn't your profiled future high school dropout who's dumber than a rusted nail. Katrina's smart. Up there in the advance classes with the rest of the "bright ones". She isn't one for smiles, hugs, or laughter, but not necessarily hard to get along with. Pretty tolerant of others, just don't piss her off. Her temper fuse is shorter than it may look, and burns fast with a fist that isn't afraid to fly. Katrina has done pretty much everything under getting herself expelled. Blackmail isn't too low on her list either. She's just your average student, cutting select classes, passing with high grades, and practically ignoring the rest of the student body, none of whom she talks to. Nothing special, except a talent for scetching. [B]Weapon: [/B] "Oh no Professor. I haven't brought any pocket knives, switchblades, daggers, or any other such weapons into the school since last month." There's a pause. "My pocket? Only a pack of smokes and a butane lighter."

[QUOTE]As spammish as my reply is going to sound in this context, I have to answer this question the same way I always do (especially on any form of application). I'm a human being.[/QUOTE] That's what I put on all my state required fill-in-the-bubble stuff. Then they got sneaky and erased the 'other' bubble. :animeswea But anyway, I'm three quarters Italian, and one quarter German...My mother was half and hlaf while my fther ws 100% Italian. My last name (like my mother's madin name) has two different pronunciations, one for a boy, and another for a girl. Either I get the boy one, or something else entirely 'cuz none of teachers or anything can pronounce my name. I get called down to an office, and its "Booz-o-lee-nee" not "Buzz-a-lon-ee" :animesigh Classmates get a nice laugh though when they stumble over it. I have touble tracing my family back due to Elis Island, but somebody's from sicily. On my mother's side, the family helped a neighbor sneak their child out of Germany during the Holocaust. A good ending to that story. Met up later in America. *nods* Then I can trace back to the Italian-uh, you get where that was going...

[B]Name:[/B] Grenosh [B]Age:[/B] Unknown (looks 24) [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Race:[/B] Full-blooded Demon [B] Bio:[/B] Grenosh is a rouge demon. Yes, rouge. Although he was specifically ordered to help take over the world, he stood behind the scenes and watched the 'game' of lives. Not just another mindless minion or blind fighter, Grenosh explored the world, taking in both the good and the bad. Of course, he too had caused his share of mischief and destruction. He's hand many occupations, eventually disappearing when the time was right. Now though, he is getting more involved. Whether for the greater Good or Evil, is not yet known. [B]Personality:[/B] Grenosh LOVES to use others to his gain. Power loving like a lot of his kind, though the poetic clichéd justice of paranoia and fear has not lead to his downfall. He finds calm suggestion the TRUE ultimate power, rather than direct command. His inklings of treason or tales of wealth has started many wars. Calm and collected even under the worst conditions, he has been held as the "backbone" of the group. He isn't outgoing, but neither is Grenosh solitary. A good companion with a general wisdom, he is surprisingly friendly and sympathetic for a demon. Then again, he's a brilliant actor. [B]Weapon:[/B] Flamisch; An onyx blade long sword rapier with a green leather handle. [B]Powers:[/B] Telekinetic fire, and Telepathy. [B]Appearance:[/B] Grenosh in his true form is, well, a bit reptilian. Although a humanoid shape, his skin is covered by emerald green dragon-like scales. His long, silver claws are 'razor sharp', able to cut though most substances with ease. Even concrete and metal. The pupils of his eyes are mere gold slits, with an iris of such crimson color to spark even the smallest feeling of blood lust. The good news is; he won?t drool on you through the large, sharp teeth and fangs. But other then that, Grenosh has a more, human appearance. A so called handsome young man, he has light brown hair just long enough that he can gel it back into small spikes. Tall, mildly built (but not a great athletic shape), and not tan, he could be found walking the halls of various offices during the day. That calm stature of his proved on many occasion to be a bit mystifying, earning an eye on occasion. The most fascinating feature of the ?human? Grenosh would be his eyes. Outside the black pupil, were a more gold colored iris, with the faintest hint of crimson along the outside rim. Most people just put it off to super cool contacts though.

[SIZE=1]I also recomend Tsubasa by Clamp like another person mentioned earlier. It's about Sayorin traveling to different worlds with some traveling companions, and a deep plot that threatens to unfold. They have the help of the Time Witch, who is in another world, and has deeper contacts then it looks. Of course, she requires 'payment' for her services... :animeswea But above that, I recomend xxxHolic by the same authors. It crosses over at times with Tsubasa, but focuses more on the witch herself, and the main character, Watanuki (if I spelled it right). A highy entertaining book, which will delve even more hints to that elusive, hidden plot from another perspective, with WAY different events. There are 5 of each out at the moment I believe, but very good. You don't have to read both they say, which is true. I'd bet that both would leave you with many good suprises, even if you decide to read both series. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Michi/alias-Mikoshen [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Character Class:[/B] Sniper [B]Weapon(s):[/B] crossbow & daggers [B]Personality:[/B] ?Tch. A personality? Who needs one of those? In battle, it?s either you or him. One of you has to die. There?s none of this said ?mercy? during the endless slaughter?you must be a cold and calculating as possible.? A least, that?s what the girl had said. Once fighting mode clicks in, there?s no mercy. She wouldn?t expect any, so she won?t show any. Michi prefers to kill quickly and move on to the next target. Her facial expression would be a constant frown. ?Oh no, kind sir. I?m just a traveling priestess, going where I am needed.? Out of battle however, is a different story. She?s a girl showing kindness and respect to everyone, even the enemy. Very laid back and carefree, she can bring a hopeful smile to anyone?s face just by her soft presence. Always with a smile and a light heart, a cryptic answer may sometimes follow another?s questions, whether spoken or unspoken. She is driven by her desire to stop Don Zhu. [B]Appearance:[/B] A young lady walked down a road in the countryside, in the traditional robes of a wandering priestess. The long, wide hem red pants swished around her slender legs, and the wide sleeves of the white, red embroidered top fluttered in the breeze. The wind blew the strands of her long, light brown hair behind her, revealing the crossbow and arrows. Nothing but kindness and joy shown in her dark eyes as she stepped lightly down the road, earning a smile from those she passed. This young lady had a secret. In the home of a kind local (a rebel contact) that was giving her shelter for the night, she changed into a plain, dark red kimono. There was a well-hidden slit in each side, for easy movement if things went wrong. A long ribbon held her locks of hair in a high ponytail, the ends of the black satin cloth at the exact height of her hair. They moved with her hair, weaving in and out with the locks, creating a darker hue in dimmer light. Daggers were at all times hidden on her person, now two of them were in a sash. The kind look was gone, replaced by a frown. The hard look in her eyes seemed to have turned their color to more of a mahogany hue. She had ?business? to complete. [B]Biography: [/B] Lady Michi is the daughter of the leader of her home village. Although Don Zhu?s forces have not hit it yet yet, they heard what was happening all over the country. It was unacceptable. Her father wanted to stay secluded in the mountain village, honing the ?Great Plan? for defense against the day they all knew would arrive. He depended on the dangerous terrain and higher altitude to give them an advantage. Michi knew that wasn?t enough. She practiced long hours every day, with help from the best sniper in the village. She had made known her plans to few people, leaving even her father out of the loop. She planed to leave the village to travel; helping rebel plans all over the country. However, before that could happen, Michi had to cool her fiery spirit down a bit through meditation, which she did at night. On the day of her departure, Michi finally confronted her father, who of course disapproved. ?Posing as a priestess? What are you thinking?!? He had said, forcing to calm his anger. We would not want to worry the rest of the people in the village. ?To help out the people in other villages is in my head. We cannot wait until he gets to us, by then it?ll be to late!? She had the most determined look in her eyes, on that never lost a fight. Michi continued. ?If I can help just a little bit, or even lessen his forces by just a little bit, maybe I can even get word out and send help here.? No matter how much he disapproved and worried about her safety, not even the stern rule of her father could change her mind. ?If I forbade you to go, you would anyway,? he sighed. ?So I give you my blessing. Good fortune, Michi.? With a big hug, Michi was out the door and on her journey, now as the wandering priestess, Mikoshen. To this day, she has traveled the country, hooking up with rebels and trying to help as much as she could, ether it be eliminating Don Zhu?s spies, or delegating to bring peace and allies to an allied fight. She refused to let the Emperor?s lap dog from taking over the country in mass slaughter. She cannot be everywhere at once though, and doesn?t know if her home village is still standing. She wanders the county known only by her alias of Mikoshen. [/SIZE]

Am I the only one who acually doesn't mind Kitiara? All in all I She wasn't my favorite, but I still liked her. except for the whole, sleeping with everyone thing. My favorites have to be Tas, Fizban, Flint, and Raistlen, hands down. I didn't like caramon so much...and Tika I found VERY annoying for some reason. Who doesn't love the borrowing Kender, and how everyone is such great friends with him. He gets into everything, comepletley on accident. I was guilty of skipping one part to get back to Tas one time. :animeswea Flint's whole attitude and personality just plain rock. Expecially his friendship with Tas. And the whole sitting under a tree waiting I thought was the best testiment to how deep the friendship was. Fizban and Tas together in the same place? Nothing but laughs. Even when Fizban's just on his own with the lopside hat, wise words disgused as an old magician's rambelingd, and the grey hat that's always getting lost. Raistlen. All around, he was my original supreme favorite, all around. This was almost immediatly. No one can ever replace him, and I loved how he acually liked the one gully dwarf. Speaking of them, did you ever read Flint The King? Caterpaulers! :D I read the Twins trilogy years ago, ant that got me hooked. I read the main books except for the Dragons of a Summer Flame...and some of the backgrounds. I'm reading the Minitor Wars now. Great books, all of them.

[QUOTE]It's sad really. Because adults see their kids watching Pokemon and Digimon they assume anime is for children. If they would look into anime they'd find anime has things for all ages and all interests. Things like Romance, action, drama, and more.[/QUOTE] :animesigh Sadly, it's true. I used to watch Sailor Moon, Cardcapters, pokemon, etc. Then I grew board when they became extremely repetative with practically the same exact lines spewing out of a character's mouth every ep, though I admit I still watch some of the 'kiddie' stuff. :animeswea My younger brothers watch Yu-gi-oh, I only play the cards. When I go to stay up on Saturdays to watch the shows like Samerai Champloo and Inuyasha (even if i mention YYH or Kenshin), my mother sometimes comments with, "What's that? Not that Yugi-googie stuff" :animeangr Never fails...

[SIZE=1][B]Code Name / Call Sign:[/B] Shade [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Location: [/B] North East America [B]Age:[/B] 18 [B]Personal Appearance:[/B] Standing in front of a cracked, junked mirror, long, light-colored fingers gripped the hilt of a small knife. The shining blade cut through strands of ebony hair, held buy another hand. As the cold, blank grey eyes stared at what pieces of glass were left of the abandoned mirror; her waist-length locks became a ruff-cut shoulder length. Tossing the mirror aside, the girl turned on her black sneakered heels (the knife sliding silently into its hiding place), emerging into the light of the street from the alleyway. Her skin wasn't pale, but not tan either. The black jeans had multiple pockets to them, perfect for holding many "small" items, and were ripped around the bottom rim, along with the knees. She wore a loose, boy's style dark purple shirt that was a bit dirty from normal activities. It hit the two large scars on her upper back. The girl stood 5'1", a bit short for her age. [B]Personality/Behavior: [/B] Shade is the ?Loner? girl that no one gets to know. She looks cold and indifferent on the outside, witch would be exactly correct on the inside. Cold hearted and some times a bit calculating. Her gaze, though always an Icy blankness, has been said to pierce through the heart and soul (if they had one) of anyone who met it directly, immediately shutting them up, or stop dead in their tracks. It was often the last thing seen if provoked. Her demeanor is usually that of the typical pessimistic person on a bad day. Hands in the pockets, feet shuffling a little as she walked, and head bent staring at the ground. Even on a crowed N.Y.C sidewalk. Her reflexes and agility were good, but better was her hearing. Unmatched by any, some unfortunate guy (fatally for him), once commented that they should be pointed like an elf?s from some movie or another. You could call it a ?quick to kill?, but not that literally extreme. Although far from monotone, Shade?s voice never rises or falls dramatically with feelings or emotions. She?s always relaxed, in any situation. Often maybe just leaning against the wall casually with arms crossed and eyes down, or sitting on some rooftop staring into space. [B] Personal History:[/B]Back at the age of 6, her parents moved with her from Italy, to Pensylvania. The night of their arrival, boxes started being unpacked as her mother started to cook up a good old Italian tradition. ?Fatina, andi alla negozio compare pane??(Fatina, will you go to the store and buy bread?) Fatina means little fairy. Her parents nicknamed her that because her lively, bright blue eyes made her look like one. Of course, the girl was happy to help out. Since she spoje so little English, it took a while. Upon returning home, the building was a blazed, with a large amount of cops and the Fire Department. Her parents were dead and being zipped in body bags to be put in some van. She no longer existed, and never did as far as anyone knew. She ran. Three Scary days and a storm later she came upon an Old Physic?s shop, who gave her shelter from the heavy rain. ?I see great things in your future, and great sacrifices as well. You have a talent for the Arts.? It turned out that the physic was a witch instead. Handing Fatina a velvet purple book with black leather bindings, she taught the little girl basics. Fatina was a quick learner, and time flew by. After the long storm had passed, the witch presented her with a ceremonial Dagger, which Shade has kept to this very day. She was on her way, living the streets ever since. She made her way through towns and states all over North East America, honing her skills and doing what she needed to in order to survive. Her favorite weapons became daggers/knives, and various sized bombs. She became an Outstanding street fighter, often going against others in a betted ?match? to get some cash. Down right theft wasn?t off-limits either. On a rooftop one night, the already cold hearted pre-teen flipped through to the summoning spells once again; an ancient, and sometimes considered dark, magic. She had practiced others before, and successfully too, but tonight was a first try at a more difficult level. Setting everything up properly, Fatina preformed the spell. It worked perfectly. That?s where everything started changing. ?You are too weak little girl?This mistake will kill you.? The demon laughed as it fluttered between existences. ?I don?t care, so stop ya yaking.? ?Oh?? The demon got a good look from the piercing grey eyes. ?Ah, I see...Your body will do just fine to reside in. I will make you stronger.? It finished. Or at least, it said something along those lines. Consciousness wasn?t being very ?social? at the moment. Not like She had any energy left to resist, the demon had ?possessed? her in a way, residing into the deep depths of the girl?s mind instead of just taking over. That was five years ago. [B]Special Skills or Abilities:[/B] Magic. Not wicca though. Demonically posessed, her movement may become almost slightly puppet-like if the demon fully takes over. It resides in the depthes of her mind, and can be talked to mentaly. [B]Player?s Availability:[/B] Close to DAILY [B]Which Otaku Thread Rating:[/B] Um, I guess mostly PG13...with language and possibly some nice detailed violence...uh, lets go closer to the M side to be safe...just in case...[/SIZE]