Tasrai

[COLOR=teal][SIZE=1][FONT=arial]Well, I have a dog named Pippin. He used to have a brother named Merry but Merry was mean and kept picking on him so Merry had to go...We aren't sure what blood runs through that mutt's veins because his mother was a stray who happened to have her puppies under our shed...So it goes. My sister and I got to keep one each and the others we gave to a pet store. They were so cute. Anywho, it would be no good trying to describe him so I'm just going to put up a picture instead. [URL=http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y257/Tasamer/Pippin.jpg]PIPPIN[/URL] We think he has some beagle in him and we know that his daddy was a black Lab, but apparently that didn't affect his outward appearance. He looks just like his mum. He is about a year old now and still doesn't know how to sit properly...shows how smart he is. But he is very loyal and a excellent watch dog. I love him. P.S. I took that picture in our backyard, that is my brush he is chewing on. :animeswea [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[COLOR=teal][SIZE=1][FONT=arial]Well I just got back from a roadtrip with my parents yesterday...We at first drove from Georgia to Virginia and hung out with my Mom's family for three days while touring the D.C. area. The Holocaust Museum was the main stop there along with the WW2 memorial. The metro is always fun...Then we packed up and went up to Palmyra, New York for a few days, mainly to see the Palmyra pagent. New York has too many vineyards and winerys...After that we drove down to Ohio, for what? I'm not exactly sure, but we did. Finally my parents decided to head back home. On the way we went through Pennsylvania and they have a lot of corn...So now I'm back home doing the same exact things I did on the trip...sleeping, eating, writing, reading, watching T.V., and jogging. So really I can't complain. :animesigh So it goes.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[COLOR=teal][SIZE=1][FONT=arial]Sports? I love sports! Even though I am in band (drumline), I'm really a jock at heart. I just about love any sport you can throw at me, except basketball and anything with a racket...though hitting the ball really hard at someone is always fun. :animeswea I guess my main and favorite sport would be soccer, since I play that for my high school team. Defense rocks! Rugby is a close second though. Anything else ties for third except the above mentioned basketball which I absolutely hate to watch and play. I'd sooner watch golf than basketball. I don't even know why I hate it that much, I played it for my middle school and all but know *sighs* Such is life.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[QUOTE=Godelsensei]Guilt. I have a [i]huge[/i] guilty conscience. I lose sleep over it, even though I'm aware a lot of what I feel guilty for isn't really something that should haunt me for more than ten seconds every seventeen years. I have this annoying way of remembering all sorts of things that the people I inflicted them upon have probably forgotten. This actually contributes to the other emotion I feel most often: embarrassment. I'm self conscious about things that happened years ago, that no one else remembers. It's like I can't get over all the stupid things I've done. -_-;[/QUOTE] [COLOR=teal][SIZE=1][FONT=arial]I know exactly how you feel. I mean it doesn't even have to be something big. I remember when I once told this girl I knew in the sixth grade a lie. It wasn't even a bad lie (as in it would hurt her) it as just a little lie. But sometimes years later, when I lay down to sleep I remember it and feel guilty all over again and then I can't sleep. But I don't think that is my strongest emotion. I think my strongest or most powerful to me, so far in the life I've lived is protection if that is even an emotion...But for example in first grade this two kids were really picking on my best friend and they had been doing it all year. Finally, my friend came to me and asked me to help. So I told the bullies to leave her alone when they didn't....well we sort of got into a fight. They were boys and third graders and I was a first grade girl, but that didn't stop me from beating their butts. Similiar experiances have happened over the years, but I've managed to not get in anymore fights. I guess you can say I stand up for the small guy. Maybe both of these emotions are triggered my extremely strong sense of right and wrong. :animesigh [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[COLOR=teal][SIZE=1][FONT=arial]Elfpirate you really had me thinking that you hated me, because I said I would fight and possibly die for a cause for something I didn't believe in. I just wanted to clear it up with you that I would never fight for a cuase I thought was wrong and went against my beliefs. And I never said I would kill anyone over something I didn't beleive in or thought was wrong also. In battle you aren't really thinking of that anyway, you are just trying to survive, killing the other person before they kill you. I mean it is human instinct to live and I sure as heck would fight to keep alive. Skurasuka, I understood what you were trying to get across don't worry. Your cause isn't lost with me. I am kind of like you, I usually like to understand both sides. I just think with the question you asked, I would die for a cause I didn't believe in.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[COLOR=teal][SIZE=1][FONT=arial]Pumpkin your analysis was....to put it simply....quite frightening. 0.o; Truly, it was me to a capital T, wow. Benakittie, I'm assuming that you did me. You were correct on the part about it taking me forever to find one picture that conveyed my personality. Good job! ^^ I guess I'll do somebody since I'm on here....um...How 'bout Rising Sun? Name: Rising Sun...hm..You probably feel like you need to do or be something new or maybe you like to see the world as one beautiful scene?...heh. Your kind'a hard. Custom Title: It definitely goes with you name. It reinforces my thoughts on you wanting to be new and different in all that you do. Avatar: This tells me, along with your font color of orange, that you definitely like the feelings that warm colors convey such as warmth and safety. You have an optimistic side, but also can be pessimistic at times. Signature: You have the same pic from your ava in your banner, so that tells me that you like things to be consistent or at least slightly correlating. I noticed that you have Naruto in both pics so obviously you like him. I'm getting the sense that you like to be different and new but that you also hold back and let a little mystery shroud your true self from others. You probably think of yourself as a hidden hero with untouched and dangerous potential. You most likely want to do something truly miraculous with your life to shock all those around you, who would have thought you worthless. Heh. Like I said with your name your kind of hard, hope I didn't get all of it off the mark. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[COLOR=teal][SIZE=1][FONT=arial]OOC: I agree with Gemini on that one, first posts are always the hardest things to do. Hopefully mine isn't too bad, I'll get better as the RPG picks up pace. IC: Pallo walked down the dark blue halls (I?m guessing that the uniforms are color coded to match the halls) of the medical bay, grasping his left arm stoically. The least he could do was not complain and not drip his blood all over the place. He went into the waiting room at the infirmary, barely making it to a seat without falling into it. Pallo glanced around the waiting room and noticed there was only one other person in the room, who only looked to have a minor stomachache or something similar. Pallo closed his eyes and leaned back into his chair still gripping his left arm tightly trying to staunch the seemingly endless flow of red. Sitting in the silence he wondered if somehow he had nicked an artery. How in the great Par?Tev?s mercy had he gotten shot? By one of his own techs no less. The thing that was amusing to Pallo was that he had actually sensed the bullet coming and instinctly dodged. But because the tech's aim was so bad, instead of jumping out of the bullet's way Pallo had jumped into it. Sighing inwardly, he decided he would deal with the unruly techs later?leaves the weapon testing room for a few seconds and his techs decide to regress back to childhood and play army commandos, shooting at each other and everyone else. It?s a wonder he didn?t walk in to find them all dead. Shaking his head in awe at their immature stupidity, Pallo opened his eyes to find the room empty and a human nurse standing in front of him. ?That doesn?t look too good, now does it?? She asked in a jovial manner as she leaned forward to examine his arm. Pallo removed his right hand from his wound and watched as the nurse peered at it curiously for a few seconds before motioning for him to follow her through the door on the far right of the room. She pulled a data pad out of her pocket with which she looked up his stats and led him into the nearest examination room. Stumbling slightly, Pallo followed her into the bright white room and quickly sat down. ?So how are you feeling?? She asked in a calm voice as she helped him unzip the top half of his uniform. ?Is it good if the room starts to spin?? Pallo asked in a fatigued voice that he was shocked to find his own. The nurse looked at him funny then helped him into a laying position before answering. ?No, not really. I?m going to go get the doctor real quick. Okay?? Pallo just nodded and laid his head back onto the table. It didn?t take long, no more than a minute, before the nurse was back with the before mentioned. He could feel someone lifting his arm to get a better look. ?It is just a flesh wound, no internal damage, but it will leave a scar though. So, Pallotolla ti?Sbalzi?do you mind enlightening me on how the Chief Weapons and Security Officer got shot?? Pallo didn?t even have to open his eyes to know who it was. He could recognize that dulcet voice anywhere, but he opened his eyes anyway. By his side, was Junescentia ap Lassarae and by the look on her face he could tell subtly that she found him being shot slightly amusing. Pallo had seen her from a distance when the senior staff had first meet up on the bridge the first day of flight and a few times before then, but never before had he been so close. The Azatian was absolutely, Pallo decided, the most beautiful female of any species he had ever seen. With her dark black hair, stormy gray eyes, and fine petite features he couldn?t understand how she was still single. ?Well, Chief Medical Officer. It?s a long story?so I?ll shorten it for you. We were weapon testing, I was setting target, fool of a tech slipped and fired. How?s that for your medical report?? He asked smiling. Sure he had lied, but he didn?t want the techs to get into trouble over a foolish mistake that he assured himself would never happen again. ?Just fine. Now hold still while I clean the wound, which by the way will hurt a little.? ?No kidding.? Pallo retorted sarcastically, but all the while readied himself, having felt the sting of alcohol before. June on the other hand, calmly poured some onto a cloth and put it on the wound. Pallo instinctively flinched away at first, but then sucked in some breath and fought to hold his arm there. It may be an old Earth cleaning chemical but it sure did do the job. A few moments after Pallo could feel the alcohol, having gotten into the blood stream, burning and stinging its way through his arm. June took the cloth off and began bandaging the wound up. By now the blood had almost stopped and Pallo?s vision had stopped swirling. It took only a few seconds for the practiced medical officer to finish the bandage. Smiling, June said. ?I deem you healthy enough to go back to work.? ?Gee, thanks.? But he smiled also and zipped back up his uniform top. She stared at it for a second then gazed back at him. ?I?m going to change, don?t worry.? Nodding her approval she got up to leave. ?Good. Now I don?t want to see you back in here. No more accidents you hear?? She said in an amused tone as Pallo nodded and watched her leave. The nurse escorted him back into the waiting room. ?Nurse I never got your name.? Pallo said turning around before walking out into the hall, but she was already gone. Well, I?ll just have to come back then won?t I? He thought to himself as he headed back down the dark blue halls of the medical bay. As he reached the end, he began once again to think of how to chastise the unruly techs?. OOC: Like I mentioned earlier first posts are always the hardest to me. Oh and Arcadia I hope I didn?t misrepresent your character too much; if I did I?ll gladly change it. I just thought I should add someone else in my post since almost nobody else has posted yet since this started.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[COLOR=teal][SIZE=1][FONT=arial]I have been trying to figure out how to post also. Glad to have that cleared up, so basically anything we want.... Oh by the way, Vicky could you maybe send me some more information on what the security of the ship is and maybe some more about the weapons...thanks.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[COLOR=teal][SIZE=1][FONT=arial]Name: Pallottola ti'Sbalzi Code name: Pallo or Tola whichever you think is best. Age: 342 Race: Roth (I'm a little scared to do this since Theta hates them so much) Abilities: Unlike the rest of the Guardians, the Roth?s power is a instinct, much more accurate in any case. They can instinctively dodge a bullet because of their time ability, making them very fast creatures. This is all true with Pallo, except in his case. The instinct seems to be unnaturally strong, where he can sense things before they even happen. Ex. Jumping out a person's way even before they lift their hand to punch him. Position: Chief Weapons and Security Officer Personality: Strong willed, caring, and silent are pretty much what sums up Pallo's character. Not afraid to be different, and stubborn as an ox when he sets his mind to something, he isn't one to mess with. Despite this, he is uncommonly polite; if you gain his trust or respect then you will have a loyal and thoughtful friend for life. Pallo doesn't like to judge a person by their outward appearance, but rather prefers to get to know a person's true self before deciding anything. He usually cannot be fooled, because he is very intuitive to another's feelings and emotions. Appearance: [URL=http://photobucket.com/albums/y257/Tasamer/?action=view¤t=Pallo.jpg]PALLO[/URL] Pallo's hair is a copperish-brown color with occasional, sporadic silver streaks running through it. His eyes are bright yellow, like those of a hawk or an eagle. His skin might appear tan, under certain lighting. His wings have the same colorations as a Golden eagle. If you need something to go by click [URL=http://www.galleryone.com/images/bateman/bateman_-_golden_eagle_portrait.jpg]THIS.[/URL] Strangely enough, Pallo, unlike almost all other Roth, does not have clawed hands and feet; but beware, his tough finger and toe nails more than make up for it. [B]Note:[/B] All pictures of Pallo (except the main head/face) came from the Goldenwolfen website. Biography: Ionia and Divertente ti'Sbalzi were very proud of their newborn, Pallottola. They both had high hopes and expectations for their son. Both being a priest and a priestess of the religion of Par?Tev, they wanted to raise their Pallo to be the same. Raise him up with as much discipline and guiding principles as they could. This was going to be their only child, and they were going to make sure that he was strong in the faith and deeply set in the values that all Roths cherish. Pallo?s childhood was full of strict rules and even stricter enforcement. By the age of one hundred it seemed that his parents hard work and dedication had finally paid off. He seemed every bit the perfect Roth child: always obedient, loyal, and very religious... or so it seemed on the outside. No one really knew the workings of the young Roth?s mind. Thinking back in his childhood from when he was very young, around the age from ten to twelve, he had gone to the local academy for basic learning. His clearest memory was that of a young adopted Celtrione, who instead of succumbing to Roth society and culture, fought to be the Celtrione he knew he was. Even eighty-eight years later, he still remembered and respected and admired his childhood peer. Pallo no longer could be what his parents wanted him to be, no longer could he pretend to be who he wasn?t. So he did the only thing he could, ran away. He had always been fascinated with weaponry and ballistics. For over two hundred years he lived and worked at various armament stores at trading posts all over the various universes. Learning about every kind of weapon there is and how each one works. Always reluctant to accept Par?Tev as the only true god, Pallo quickly dropped his belief in the Roth god Par?Tev, but decided to keep the principles learned in his childhood. Finally, after two centuries of learning all he could from the various Armaments, Pallo decided to join up with the TSPA and see what he could learn from them. Unfortunately, it didn?t seem that there was much else he could learn except how warship batteries worked. Even that didn?t take the better part of five years, considering they were built and maintained with the same concepts of smaller weapons. Bored and burning with ideas on how to make the already existing weapons better. Pallo applied for a small position in the TSPA network. He practically shot up through the ranks of the agency, his ceaseless creativity and innovativeness with weapons being his main driving force. It didn?t take long before he became one of the top, not to mention the youngest (in human years), minds in the weapons and security department. Twenty or so years later, Pallo, accustomed to changing scenery probably due to nomadic moves during his early years, begun to become restless. He became irritable and sometimes quit in the middle of a project or walked out in the middle of meetings. His superiors, noting this, decided to send him with the Zeitsande as Chief Weapons and Security Officer. Pallo was only too happy to accept. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[COLOR=teal][SIZE=1][FONT=arial]Itooshii Hito no Tame ni from Fushigi Yuugi would have to be the one song from any anime that I absolutely hate. That stupid thing puts me to sleep everytime I hear it, just can't stand it. I mean what was the writer thinking about when he wrote that!?! Ahem. Other than that one song, I pretty much love any other anime song that you throw at me. But, I think my favorite would have to be Kiseki no Umi from Record of Lodoss War, probably because that was the first anime I had ever seen (pokemon aside) and that was the opening song...it just kind of stuck with me. Seconding that one would have to be the ending song on Evangelion I think it is called, Those women longed for the touch of others' lips, and thus invited their kisses....0__o; That can't be right...don't take my word for it... This one just got stuck in my mind for a few days after I heard it and it hasn't ever really left. :animeswea So yeah...[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[COLOR=teal][FONT=arial][SIZE=1]Too much to read...@.@...eyes burning! XP Ahem, I will finally get to analyze someone. I think I will do...MillenniumChaos! Name: Your name makes me think that you are a sort of modernist who enjoys any new gadgets and technology that catches your eye. It also says that you enjoy causing a little havok every now and then just to see what happens. Or it could just mean that you like the way MillenniumChaos sounds together. ^_^; Custom Title: This means to me that you are a procrastinating slacker and proud of it! You enjoy being lazy and love it! Avatar: Well since Naruto is on your avatar, I can only asume that you like that manga/anime. And if you like it then you probably like the kind of humor that generates between the three friends and their mentor. Because of Naruto's facial expression I am conclusing that you like the extreme expressions and feelings portrayed in this particular manga. Signature: Again, you have Naruto. I can probably guess correctly and say that he is your favorite character of the manga. You probably see in him what you are or what you want to be; Funny, outspoken, determined, and daring. Not afraid of a challenge and care-free in all he does. Hopefully I wasn't all wrong in my analysis of you, apolegies If I was. but then again, I don't know you...so nobody can say I cheated. :P[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[COLOR=teal][SIZE=1][FONT=arial]Glad that this is done! I can't thank you enough for making the beautiful banner and avatar for me. I'm sure by now you are tired of hearing this...but thanks a lot! ^_^[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[COLOR=teal][FONT=arial][SIZE=1]Yays! *does little dance* I finally figured out what was wrong with the avatar. OB wouldn't ake it because whenever I saved it to my comp it would save as bmp file and OB doesn't take those. Well after messing around for a while I finally got it saved as a JPG. wOOt! You were right the sig was just fine! Anywho, thanks once again for the nice banner and avatar combo! You wouldn't mind if I inverted the colors would you? If you do, I leave it as it is. ^_^[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[COLOR=teal][SIZE=1][FONT=arial]*Hugs ArunueShekamari* Thank you soooo much! They are perfect, both of them! Props to you! I'll make sure to credit them to you. Thanks once again ~Tas EDIT: Oh no. OB won't take them. It keeps saying that they are not valid GIF or JPEG files. What do I do?[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[COLOR=teal][SIZE=1][FONT=arial]Thank you so much! They both look wonderful! The avatar is absoultely perfect, I'm sure this was pretty easy for your skills. But it was beyond mine and I thank you once again. I love the banner also, except...not to sound picky but could you bump the font size up one? It is kind of hard to read. But only if it is not too much trouble. Thank you once again! I am truly grateful. ^_^[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]