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[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i]
[B][color=royalblue]Harlequin became a mod yesterday around this time. Anti was an excellent sparer, better than some here *cough* you *cough* could ever hope to be.

Your sign up is too short, I find your avatar offensive, it starts without you.[/color] [/B][/QUOTE]

Excuse me?
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[color=royalblue]Simple really, James liked his style, his activeness and his sticklerness for the rules. Hence: Modness. Of course, it's not all it's cracked up to be. A few months back I modded the Poetry forum and prompty lost my free will/mind.[/color]
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[color=grey] But I wanna be a mod. Its like, no I'm not power hungry, but I see soom any noobs and call me odd but I love helping nobs and giving pointers ect. And i doit a lot espically in sparring. And I wish I could be. I'de love to judge spars too and I know it would be a big help to Neil whom is overworked as it is. And I can be fair regardless if I know the person or not. Ive gone a logn way in the year ive been here. hehe I still wanna be a mod. It would kill ym goal of becomeing an Otaku. ^_^[/color]
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[color=royalblue]I'm far too erratic and cruel to be a mod again, and I have very little desire....but as of now...I'm pissed that my rank is still that evil Living Here one. James hinted at it changing at perhaps...another thousand, but....grrr...I don't want to wait that long.

In the meantime, keep up your "quality over quantity" and James might notice you. It helps to be sexy too. *snort*[/color]
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no, you don't want to be a mod, MODS are bad bad people who enforce their points of view upon people. they also enforce generaly stupid (imo.) codes and then turn around and break (like the spam sessions in other areas of adventure arena) after strictly saying spam is bad to an "unoffical" thread created by none mods...MODS are BAD BAD people

and technicaly this s all spam on a recruitment thread, Harlequin why are you allowing this? your being a bad/bad person.

[Edit] Yes Raiha is and always has/will be a bad person. Modship or no. Yes Im enjoying pointing out this but if your gonna be a mod you gotta stickler to the rules...I honestly don't care but am enjoying poking at Raiha/Harlequin/Ken? =D [/Edit]
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[b]Name:[/b] Flare Kasei

[b]Race:[/b] Half Nephilim, half Human.

[b]Class:[/b] Somewhat of a potion maker, and somewhat of a brewer. When she lived in the village, she was trained in brewery and herbal potions. She can make your average ales and beers, but being as she was also trained in the medicinal and herbal points of "brewing", Flare can mix a wide variety of healing and medicative potions. As well as one or two other various tonics that aid in boosting offensive and defensive powers for a short amount of time. Not without a few side-effects, of course. [May I also note, Flare is not necessarily an expert in either of these crafts. She was taught a lot by various craftmasters, never really finding anything she liked specifically. These are just what interested her most and she took to learning a bit more in.]

[b]Bio:[/b] Flare's mother, Trepadiam, a well-respected and looked-up to member of a Nephilim tribe, was a woman with a dark secret. Precisely 8 months ago, a wounded human man had somehow managed to stumble his way close to the camp. At this time Trepadiam had been away from her tribe, on a mission of cleansing and purifying herself to please her religious father. She was about the age of 18, the common age for a woman to be sent to purify themselves from the rest of the world, away from life, for a few weeks at a time. Her father was one of the few religious Nephilim to live with the tribe. Most of the others just scoffing and laughing at his beliefs behind his back. Trepadiam loved her father, yet as much as she disliked his beliefs, she followed them out of a kind of pity for the old man.

Never being allowed to be too close to any member of the opposite sex, Trepadiam was startled and intriuged at finding such a handsome man on her way back home. She felt sorry for the injured soul, falling against all customs and hatred of mankind her tribe held, and she hid him in a shelter not too far from where she lived, yet far enough so no one else would find him. Over the next month, she nursed him back to health, masking her true appearance from the man, in hopes of making him believe she was just another human woman.

Over time, the man, Karten, grew fond of his mysterious nurse, flirting with her and seeking to be with her every time the moment arose. Trepadiam of course, found his daring as yet another thing to lust after. The two grew close, and one night, when she least expected it, Trepadiam realized how she felt. Could this be love? The next day, as she approached his shelter for what would be the last time, she started to feel more like a woman than she ever had. Karten had brought something out in her. That night they became one. That night, Trepadiam became pregnant.

The next day, back with her father, she fully realized what she had done, and out of guilt, she stayed away from Karten. He was healed enough to look after himself now, wasn't he?

He was indeed, but it wasn't what he wanted. Karten waited for her for a month, wishing with all his heart that she would return to him soon. Alas, she didn't. And she had never told him where she lived, either. So once he felt strong and confident enough, he set out in search of her. Soon after, he came across a Nephilim village. These creatures were ones that Karten knew almost nothing about. Supposedly though, they were wise creatures. Perhaps they knew where his lover was.

It was then that Karten made the mistake of entering the village. At once, he recognized the form of Trepadiam, hidden beneath the long, green robe she wore, with the hood pulled up. He called to her, running towards the form of his lover, only to be shocked when she turned her face towards him. It was the first time he had seen any of her face more than her eyes, and he couldln't, wouldn't believe it.

Trepadiam was a Nephilim.

Seeing him, she cried out and gasped his name, stepping backwards with a hand over her belly. Seeing this, he asked what was wrong with her stomach that she was holding it. She stared at him silently, before whispering the truth to him. She was pregnant, and no one in the village then but him knew who the father was.

At seeing a human in their midst, the tribe panicked and seized him. They hated men, and if they had anything to say about it, this man would die for his trespassing. Karten was held captive, and soon after, in the presence of his love, he was beheaded.

Many months later, Trepadiam still had never admitted who the father of her soon-to-be-born child was, lying to her father that a holy Nephilim man had met her on her travels, and she mated with him, the man of the gods. Strangely enough, her father believed this. But when her child, a girl, was born, his trust in her was completely shattered.

Apart from a few distinct cat-like features, this child was human.

Trepadiam's father burst into outrage, along with the rest of the tribe. After many arguments and threats, and altinum was decided. Trepadiam could either raise her child and be thrown out of the tribe, or she could kill the child and continue with her life with the tribe.

She couldn't face such a fright as being cast off, and she chose the death of her own child. She requested to leave the tribe for the killing, unable to do it around so many others. It was granted to her and she left. As she walked, she realized she could not kill her own daughter, whom she had named Flare, as the child was the only reminder Trepadiam had of Karten. She would not kill Flare, she decided, she would just give her a better life.

Getting as far away as she could from the tribe's lands, at a stroke of luck, she came across a wandering merchant couple. Seeing her chance, Trepadiam pulled up her hood and began talking with them, convincing them that the child's mother had died in birthing, and that she was but a young niece of the woman, the only living relative. She could not handle the child, and wished that Flare were to have a better home, possibly with this man and woman. Taking pity of the girl, the couple took Flare in, agreeing to keep the name the child was given.

Trepadiam then thanked them, and fled back to her village without Flare. And the couple returned to their surface home, where they raised Flare as their own daughter until she was 17, always making sure she knew her "true" past. Over time, they had come to gather that Flare was at least half Nephil. Not being a prejudice couple, they made her realize it. She took it suprisingly well, being brought up around other children who hated any other race but man.

When she turned 17, Flare felt almost too grown up for living in the tiny village they lived in anymore. Wanting to seek her own path, her own life, she left after a long farewell, packed and ready for a new world.

The real reason Flare wanted to leave, was because she didn't feel fully accepted in the village. Her whole life, the other children had always teased her about her appearance, her almost cat-like ways, and calling her an outsider. Though none of them knew the truth about her parenting, it wound up hurting her deeply anyway. Flare wanted to be accepted for who she was, not what she was or what she looked like. Not wanting to appear unkind or anything of the sort, she always hid it with a smile and a comedic outer personality.

But now she's free of the rumors and teasing of those in the village, and she's ready to start anew. Hopefully to find somewhere she belongs, and people who accept her for herself.

[b]Description:[/b] Of a lean and thin frame, Flare is truly quite far from the much sought-after hourglass figure. Not overly large of bust, and not of wide hips either. It suits her well though, letting her move more freely and able to jump and run higher and faster than most. Her hair, long and blonde, with natural streaks of crimson, is often held out of her face in a braid. Though her bangs, which hang loosely around her face, have a tendancy to come free. Flare looks mostly as just a plain human girl, but sharp features and wide, bright eyes are very obvious tributes of her Nephilim heritage. Her skin is ivory, and her eyes are a deep shade of green, on a side note.

Partial to the colors red and blue, Flare wears a dark-blue shirt that bares her shoulders, with loose sleeves that reach only to her elbows. Loose black pants, tucked into a pair of leather walking-boots complete her outfit. She'll also often wear a dark-red travelling cloak. And always, no matter where she goes, or what else she's wearing, Flare has a garnet in the shape of a teardrop and attached to a silver chain around her neck.

Personality-wise, Flare is a wisecracking, playful prankster with a usually hidden deeper darkness. She's always finding irony in the randomest of situations, and she usually lets her emotions lead her, rather than her head. Often times, she'll leap into something without thinking, only to feel like an idiot when she realizes what's going on. She's playful, but tries not to let it get in the way of being mature, even though she fails often in that.

She's scared of rejection and being shunned, constantly seeking companionship, and being prone to get somewhat annoying from her giddyness. Amazingly enough, she has a serious side. It just doesn't come out too often.

[b]Other:[/b] She carries a thin longsword, and two concealed daggers that her adopted father had fashioned for her especially. The sword is light and thin, matching perfectly her dance-like fighting style. She prefers to use the daggers, even though she rarely, if ever, fights. They're mainly used for everyday tasks.

She also carries a backpack containing all she feels that she needs to live off. Two rocks of flint, an extra knife, food, water containers, parchment, a quill, and a small pot.

Flare also loves peach juice, and would do just about anything for it, being as peaches are rare to come by where she lived.

Oh, and one last thing. Kasei isn't Flare's mother's last name. She took the last name of her adopted parents.
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Um..Mods arent necciclarly bad. Nel never..um..ok he is evil and power hungry but FLynn is asome, hed never be al mean and inforce his opinions on us. He might send a plague of roaches at us, but never inforce sumtin we dont belive. lol. But I like ot HELP I wann help give mods a better name too. Mods oooh scary. I think not. Mods are for HELP not to be dictators. Which is hwat I wanna do, help. And Reiha I have been qual> quan. Trying my damdest. And I started the sparrin tourney, hoping for some attention too..*sigh* I wanna be a mod..lol I trying to talk to james bout it now. :)Also..me Sexy? Peh!
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Mods maybe arn't ment to be dictaitors, but the very nature of their job...to censor (maybe not the correct spelling but ca't member at the moment) what isn't "appropiate" otherwise knowen as "spam" is in nature a dictaitorial position and enforces their own interuprutation of a rule upon a person.

[Edit] oh fine I am being a lil generalized...here is a lsit of unbad mods..uhh...DeathKnightv4...um...Finalflash wasn't ~too~ bad (at least he listened to people) Raiha is by nature bad (or evil? who cares)Rico was always nice enough in the old days...can't say I know now...[/edit]
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[color=crimson]The actual path to modship is in general to not persue it. If you prove your behavoir to be that of a moderator's, and are online, reliable, etc., James will approach you- not vice versa.

And old rule around here is to never ask to be one, wait to be asked.[/color]
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Lol. I expect Flynn to be fair, if he is not... (*Thinks about adding a threat but leaves it out*) ...You can guess. (Some times I just love being a geek!)

Rico, flash and ken are the only [strike]nice[/strike] evil mods I know. :p Raiha you are just a *****, plain and simple. (Or to me anyway.) Btw when did this become a mod talk?

How many people are you having in this?

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1300 post!!!
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[color=blue] Cloricus...Be Quiet. You're just living proof that post counts are no indicator of quality of post-matter. You love being a geek, but how about a tool? hehehe, yeah. C'mon Flynn, you have enough other people here to not accept Cloricus' post and kick this thing off.[/color]
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[color=indigo][font=gothic]Yes Anti, this is spam. Which, I'm sure, is the very reason you continued with it? The only reason I let it continue is simply because I haven't actually looked at the thread for a while. Sign-ups are now closed, rpg will start sometime in the next two days. If you absolutely want to be this rpg, probably because you're insane... then PM me about it.

People in are: Everybody except Cloricus and Orien Xel. Both of those sign-ups were nowhere near the quality I wanted, and neither were particularly original. If you wanted fair Cloricus, you should have put a little more effort in.[/font][/color]
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At the time I just wanted to write something and it wasn't (really) a serious sign up because that involves playing further along with the rpg and I much rather the other two I?m in. I also reject that mine was not unoriginal having been the only signup in this forum to date that has just been a normal person without "super powers" and "amazing fighting abilities" adding to the fact that you never specified any signup quality as long as it is a few hundred words which mine does meet. Jack if you follow me around reading my posts (which I know you don't) you are very sad and your not very good at reading because my posts on average can be slightly better than yours. I also agree that post count is no indication of decent posts. *Looks at harlequins first 1k posts.*
And if you think this is just complaining because I didn?t get into the rpg you well just well wrong I guess, I?m too tired to even think about complaining. (Maybe later?)
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