Sign Up Vengence[ADULTS ONLY]

[Annie]

[color=teal][font=times new roman][b]Okay peoples [u]18+[/u], I am looking for new recruits for this story. I want it to be more mature and to contain more violence and sexual contact. Me and Burori have gotten it started already.

There is room for a couple of sadistic psycho's to come after Charlotte(my character) and Jackel(Burori's char). There is a plot to this and I want it to get started.

So, I will ask for a few more people 18+ to join this story. Maybe 2 guys and 2 girls..that should do it.

This is the basic story to those who haven't read it...[/color][/font][/b]
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[color=royal blue]The date is Febuary 14th, it's been one year since our unexpected demise. This was the day you asked me to marry you. It was a chilly winters day, the snow was still falling, the children were still building snow men and snow angels littered every patch of silvery snow.
Do you remember? We were in your house, sitting by the fire place. Drinking our hot chocolate, I was laying in your arms snuggled up in a blanket. It was then you asked me to marry you. The doorbell rang, you answered the door only to be greeted by a shower of bullets. I screamed, they burst in, you fell to the floor. The men charged at me, I tried to fight but there were too many. I was not killed, not yet. They blind folded and gagged me and took me away from your dying body. They threw me in a vehicle and knocked me out.
I woke up in a strange, unfamiliar facility. It looked like a laboratory, but it was dark, the walls were royal blue with gold embrossment. I remember laying on a black leather table, covered only in a sheer, white sheet. Through the heavy, oak door a man in a black pinstripped suit walked up to me.
"Where is it? Where is the diary?"his cold, evil voice boomed within my ears as he stroked my hair. My brown hair was soaked in blood where the men hit me with a blunt object to knock me out.
"I have no idea what you are talking about. What diary?"I was choking on my tears, which were running down the sides of my paled cheeks.
"Don't play that game with me. I know you posses it, the diary your father kept. Do you have any idea on the destruction of my being that diary could bring?" the man's heated lips were on the lobe of my ear.
"No..I-I didn't know my father..."
"Of course you wouldn't know him. He died when you were of four years of age...But he left you a diary. Now I want to know where it is, and I want it now."
"Wha-what's so important about it? What kind of information...does it contain?"
"It has everything containing my creation.."
"I don't understand...Your creation? You aren't human?" the man licked my neck. I started to cry again.
"No, I am just another one of your father's creations and experiments. But he made a mistake in my genetics and I want to know how to fix it..."he started to run his cold fingers down my colar bone and started to go further south.
"Fix what? What mistake?" I was confused beyond what my mind could imagine. Who was my father?
"Where is that diary?!" the man slammed his fist beside my head.
"I don't know!!! Please don't kill me!! I don't know about any diary!!"
The last thing after that that I can rememeber was seeing the reflection of his twisted smile on the side of his dagger as it pierce through my flesh.
[/color][i] It's been a year since that day, and I wander the earth. Alone I look for the answers, I look for a resalution to the secrets kept from me, I look for that man or whatever he is, I look for you, my love, I know you are out there too. You are walking the earth as well as I am, in flesh and blood. Where could you be....[/i]

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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race: (human, mysterious creation)
Appearance:
Weapon(s): (guns, swords, something along those lines)
Biography:
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Here's mine..
Name: Charlette Maxwell
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: 5'2, 115lbs, slender build, slightly muscular. Mid-back length milk chocolate brown hair, royal blue eyes, light mocha skin. She wears a pair of worn,slightly sagging blue jeans with black studded belt, a skin tight, white turtle neck, a pair of brown leather boots, a jean jacket that goes down to her ankles, a red knitted scarf, and a pair of red fingerless gloves.
Weapon(s): Twin platinum 45 magnums, long barrels in thigh holsters, a short dagger and long dagger in holster on her lower back, and a whip on her belt.
Biography: Growing up in a foster home from the age of 4, she never knew her parents. She was the mischievious child in school, but everyone loved her. She's a fun, witty, and sweet girl who would do anything for you. At the age of 13 she had gotten herself into some trouble with theft. She ran away from her foster home at the age of 15, when the foster father tried to molest her. She lived on her own, working 2 jobs and attending school. One day she met a man, of 18 years of age, she was waitressing his table. He asks for her number and everything went on from there. They were always together, always by eachother's side. His name was Coby Rogers. For 3 years he took care of her, taking her under his wing. He knew of her past, but he didn't care. One day, on his 21st birthday Febuary 14th, the two were sitting infront of the fire place. He asked Charlette to marry him. Charlette says yes, then the door bell rings......

[Hinata]

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Name: Elektra
Age:25
Gender: female
Race: Human/mysterious creature mix
Appearance:See below( will be downloaded later
Weapon(s): See below( will be downloaded later)
Biography: Born in a strange world where she was looked upon in shame. She now seeks answers. For over 20 years she has been cast out by the people around her, for looking different. Her life reminded her of the X-men comics she loved to read everynight. From orphanage to home...Back and forth thats all her life consists of. Nothing ever stable. No one ever stable, no love no trust only her and the weirdness she felt under her skin as she moved amoungst the 'normal' folk every day.
On the outside she seemed very normal. But to see her fully it wouldn't quite scare you. It would just chock you. First of all her eyes are slitted. Not with one but two slits to each eye. As well she has retractable claws on her hands. Yeah she kinda cat-like in nature.
But she has never been ashamed of what she is only curious. Wondering who made her and why they did that? And through her years she has heard of more and more people, rumors, who were just like her. One even had a way of getting the record of the "experiments. But his ways were too brutal and cruel. Now she looks for the one. The one capable of showing her the light. Revealing the truth of the past.

[I]Charlotte, I' looking for you......
Please....Help Me![/I]
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[Guest Skyechild91]

[COLOR=teal][SIZE=3][I]Okay, Annalise, I know you said 18+, but I know more about that type of thing than most teens would.

Name: Mira Cole
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: human
Appearance: Mid-back black hair streaked with blue dye, silky, bright green eyes, 5'6", 135 lbs, shorts(black), mid-thigh black boots, loose long sleeved black silk and velvet shirt, large silver necklace, moon pendant, black feather earings
Weapon(s):Small silver hand gun, throwimng knives(9), large dagger in boot sheath
Biography: As a child, she was teased and picked on, though never seriously. She always loved Sailor Moon comics, as they in some way mirrored her life. Slept in to much, grades werent the best, had a lot of friends. She loved food, hated school, and had a boy that she loved with her whole being. But at the age of 12, her boyfriend, Matt, broke up with her because of the fact that he was going away- permanently. Her parents had to leave to take care of her grandmother, but died in a plane crash on the way there. She lost her friends when she never spoke, never ate, never did anything. It took her three years to recover from the pain of losing her parents and boyfriend. While wandering the streets on her 17th birthday, she was knocked out by a gang of street fighters, and raped. She woke cold, hungry, pained. She knew what had happened, and went to the docters, and was prevented from having a child. She sometimes still wanders the streets like a lost soul, looking for Matt. February 14th, she is at home when she hears the bang on a door, the sound of guns going off, and the screach of tires. She rushed out, and went into her neighbors house, only to find Charlottes wuld be husband dead. SHe is shocked, and lives in torment, trying to find charlotte.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/I]

[Annie]

[color=teal][font=times new roman]*sighs* I just remembered that Tsukasa_hack is also in this RP..His character is really developing very well. In that, I have let him stay, only because I know he's mature enough..

I know you are very mature for your age as well, so I will allow you to participate. I warned everyone who read this about its content, so if you have problems or take anything offensive, you can't say I didn't warn you.

THAT'S THE LAST YOUNGSTER!!! ONLY GUARDIANSTORM AND TSUKASA_HACK ARE THE ONLY TWO YOUNGENS TO ENTER THIS STORY!!!!! NO ONE ELSE BELOW 18!!!!

Now, I think I said I wanted 2 girls and 2 guys..So anymore guys who are 18+, there are still positions open...[/color][/font][/b]

[Guest Skyechild91]

::shrugs:: Okay, okay. Thats all you had to say, I dont mind. I do wish tho.... anywhoo, id be lost, you started already, didnt you?

[Annie]

[color=teal][font=times new roman][b]Yeah, it's been started for a long time. If you still want to be in the story, read the last couple of pages and just throw your character in somewhere^^...Okay, guys? I need those guys![/color][/font][/b]

[Squall]

Okay, I posted this in the origional recruitment, but I'd like to avoid confusion, so...
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Name: James
Age: 20
Gender: male
Race: mysterious creation
Appearance: Messy black mid-length hair, blue jacket with yellow collar, blue jeans white t-shirt and red sneakers.
Weapon(s): one handgun
Biography: James only woke up a short while ago, in some laboritory with a scientist looking over him. The scientist wanted James for something, and he only manedged to escape after stabbing him in the knee with a scalple. Now he wonders around, trying to figure out what he is or why he is.

Recently: James met Charlotte and discovered memories on Charlotte's father that James never realized he had. The authorities persued him in hopes of finding Charlotte. He refused to give them any information, and they tried to torture it out of him. He broke and blamed it all on Charlotte, wanting nothing more than to extract his revenge on her. The goverment decided to send him out on a manhunt for Charlotte and crew. Since then, he has informed by cell phone about her father's buisness with a mysterious company X and the equally mysterious Aries project. He met with Kilo and gave him the father's diary, wich he unwillingly threw as hard as he could into the horizon...