Citrus Posted March 30, 2005 Share Posted March 30, 2005 [CENTER]WARNING! THIS RPGS CONTAINS HIGH SCENES OF BLOOD,GORE, AND SEXUAL INTERACTION!!![/CENTER] [CENTER][IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=22964[/IMG] [/CENTER] [COLOR=Navy]Two geishas walked swiftly across the red carpet decorated with dragons and Chinese characters. ?I hate this place?? said one of the geishas as she looked down at the carpet. ? I told you speak in Chinese, they will find out who we are if we speak English!? said the other one with more maturity in her voice than the other. One of them had a red geisha kimono on while the other had black. Their small sandals made a scraping sound as they slid them across the never-ending seeming hallway[/COLOR] -They are the Two Sisters. Two deadly assassins who work for themselves and no one else. Not stopping for anyone or anything they will hunt you down and kill you.- [COLOR=Navy]The two sisters came to a halt as they neared an oak door that read in Chinese characters ?Knock First?. The older sister looked at the younger one, the both gave a nod. Each sister held out a hand and pushed open the door. There sat a man and two women standing on each side of side of the chair.[/COLOR] -The older one in black is called Kendra, the younger one in red is named Kali. They are both deadly in the art of the Crane.- [COLOR=Navy]The sister?s faces were shrouded in darkness. They both bowed and said ?Nee How?(Hello)?. The man looked at his female bodyguards on each side of his shoulder, the two women shrugged and focused on the two mysterious young women who came into the room. The clutched the grip of their katana?s ready for any sudden movement. ?Hajimameshite!? the two sisters said quietly as they raised their heads and the faces were revealed. ?****!? the man said trying to get up. One sister grabbed the two pins that were holding her hair up, they were secretly long thin swords. Her hair dropped to her hips and she waved the swords in what seemed like a complete circle. The younger sister pulled out a fan made out of sharp metal and covered her face chuckling.[/COLOR] -Now would be the time were all the people in the theater yell ?All right!?- [COLOR=Navy]The two female bodyguards and the two sisters engaged in battle. Kendra jumped in the air making a complete 360-degree turn in the air. The bodyguard looked up at her dazed and confused. Kendra landed behind her and pushed one of the thin swords through the bodyguards back. But the sword bounced right off and the bodyguard laughed, ?I knew that plate would be useful today!? she turned around quickly and kicked Kendra in the torso sending her like a projectile towards a desk.[/COLOR] -This was a surprise to Kendra herself, she has never fell for such a foolish trick- [COLOR=Navy]Kali quickly looked over at her fallen sister, ?Damn it!? she exclaimed. ?Aww big sister has a boo boo?? the second bodyguard taunted Kali. ?No she doesn?t, but you are about to have a really big one *****? Kali twirled and her fan sliced across the bodyguards chest. A crimson red liquid spewed out and coated the floor.[/COLOR] -Now everyone in the audience exclaim ?Oh sa-weet!?- [COLOR=Navy]Kali spit on the dead corpse that was loosing blood by the minute. She looked over at Kendra who was retrieving one of her swords from the other bodyguards body. They both looked over at the very pale man who had wet his pants. ?You?you?killed Lili and Fifi!? he said his voice crackled. ?Yea now it?s time for you!? Kali said sarcastically. A few seconds later? The two sisters close the door of the room. Inside they had left two dead bodies, a pool of blood, and a decapitated head. They both laughed to themselves as they went toward a refreshment stand. They heard a ruckus outside. They went toward the window and saw a big gang fight. They looked at each other and swore. ?****?? ?****??[/COLOR] Plot Summary: Ok, as you can see this is an assassin/ Kill Bill kind of RPG. The Two Sisters have this list of whom they want to kill, why they want to do this is yet to be revealed. There will be a chapter system, posting order, and what has to happen in that chapter. K? Free posting gets out of hands and there ends up being multiple things going on with the same character in multiple areas. It is just to annoying. Here is the list... [CENTER][IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/ozyssite/paper2.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] OOC: For those of you who have spots you still need to sign up! The two free characters are, Chim-chae, and Sam Amisharifi. Here is the sign-up Name: Given Age: 19-26 Appearance: Picture is fine. If not very detailed description Personality: 2 paragraph minimum Bio: 4 paragraph minimum. Write up to when you joined S.D.A. The assassin group the Sisters are trying to get revenge against. OOC: Ok lets get these sign-ups in and get this RPG up!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skye Posted March 30, 2005 Share Posted March 30, 2005 [size=1][color=slategray]Access Information? Processing? File opened. [b]Name:[/b] Kali [Last Name Unknown] Age: 19 [b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://pageperso.aol.fr/loveashley23/images/kwon%20boa%203.jpg]Kali ? The Second Sister[/url] ? She stands 5? even. [b]Personality:[/b] Kali has the typical ?younger sister? personality; she gets what she wants, when she wants it. She is slightly whiney, with a perpetual pout, but is very sweet and funny at the same time. Some people would call it sickly, but it?s cute, and sometimes people wish she would get mad and scream the house down ? just to see if she would actually do it. Why? Because she always gets what she wants. When it comes to her older sister, however, she is as loyal as a dog, and will never turn on her. She loves Kendra with her whole heart, but is easily jealous of Timothy. [b]Bio:[/b] Kendra and Kali were born into a wealthy family in the middle of a forest. The whole house was made of glass that you can just look through and see the forest around you. Kali?s favorite spot was the small herb garden where the herbs were allowed to run wild; this mirrored Kali?s personality. She was wild and free, and no one could dig up her roots. That is, until they had to move. At the age of 16 Kendra and Kali were sent off to the big city of Seoul. None of them knowing Korean one bit had to get around the city, and attend high school. That was a big combination for the two young girls; it wasn?t a smooth road from there either. There had been a rash of young woman kidnappings in the area, so the girls had to learn how to fight. Going to a trained dojo and martial arts master they learned a mix of two fighting styles. The mix was of the art of the Crane and Korean Tae Kwon Do. This led to learning how to fight with weapons, Kendra with twin thin swords and Kali a metal fan. At the school there were also some things going on with the girls. They befriended a brother and sister named Timothy and Bon Lee. They went everywhere together, mall, park, restaurants, and the movies. Bon was a sweet little girl and Timothy very cocky and rude. Kendra found this somewhat attractive. Little did she know someone was also finding her attractive. Bon and Timothy were skilled in a form of fighting style also. This made Kendra even more attracted to Timothy, knowing that she can defend her if she was hurt. Fast forward?. Bon, Kendra, Kali, and Timothy were approached by a mysterious figure who called himself the Panther. He was very odd wanting them to kill other people for big pay checks. Kali and Kendra were cautious about the whole concept but Bon and Timothy were all for it. Kali has always been slightly rude to Timothy; she was always jealous of her sisters attention. Kali would consider Timothy an enemy if Kendra didn?t like him. ?Hey, you copied mine. That is certainly not-? ?Oh, hush, Kendra, you made it so I would have to! No personal information, just basic back ground. And what do I have to work off of? So I copied and pasted.? END[/size][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citrus Posted March 30, 2005 Author Share Posted March 30, 2005 [COLOR=Olive][B]Name[/B]: Kendra [B]Age[/B]: 21 [B]Appearance[/B]: [URL=http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/kimono/kimono05.jpg]Click Here[/URL] . She stands about 5?6?? [B]Personality[/B]: Kendra is a very mature young woman. She is the motherly type. Always getting into middle of fights and trying her best to stop them. No one in her family is like her in this way, it?s just her very own special trait. If someone tried to argue with her, Kendra will simply reply with ?You are not annoying me if that is your goal.? Kendra might act so motherly because Kendra and Kali never really had a mother. Their mother was always away and left them with her father and housekeepers. Her dad also was never around either. Kendra was left to care for her younger sister and also for herself. Bio: Kendra was born into a wealthy family in the middle of a forest. The whole house was made of glass that you can just look through and see the forest around you. Outside there was a gigantic fountain of an angel spitting water into a small pond. This was the favorite spot for Kendra, for it?s peacefulness and beauty. The same traits as Kendra herself, beautiful and peaceful. At the age of 16 Kendra and Kali were sent off to the big city of Seoul. None of them knowing Korean one bit had to get around the city, and attend high school. That was a big combination for the two young girls; it wasn?t a smooth road from there either. There had been a rash of young woman kidnappings in the area, so the girls had to learn how to fight. Going to a trained dojo and martial arts master they learned a mix of two fighting styles. The mix was of the art of the Crane and Korean Tae Kwon Do. This led to learning how to fight with weapons, Kendra with twin thin swords and Kali a metal fan. At the school there were also some things going on with the girls. They befriended a brother and sister named Timothy and Bon Lee. They went everywhere together, mall, park, restaurants, and the movies. Bon was a sweet little girl and Timothy very cocky and rude. Kendra found this somewhat attractive. Little did she know someone was also finding her attractive. Bon and Timothy were skilled in a form of fighting style also. This made Kendra even more attracted to Timothy, knowing that she can defend her if she was hurt. Fast forward?. Bon, Kendra, Kali, and Timothy were approached by a mysterious figure who called himself the Panther. He was very odd wanting them to kill other people for big pay checks. Kali and Kendra were cautious about the whole concept but Bon and Timothy were all for it. At least he didn?t have a miniature of himself and held his pinky to his mouth and chuckled. It all came down to one day at a dock. This is why Kali and Kendra want to kill them all. They are all going to die? and the Sisters are taking them out like birds on a stick. ?Um?that made no sense Kendra?? ?Shut up Kali? this isn?t even your bio!? END.[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kamuro Posted March 30, 2005 Share Posted March 30, 2005 [B]Name:[/B] Sam Amisharifi [B]Age:[/B] 25 [B]Appearance:[/B] Stands 5'9, a slim but muscular man. He has tan skin and long black hair. His eyes are often over-shadowed by his hair, giving him a somewhat mysterious look. He has a scar across his face and carries an enormous broad sword over his shoulder. [B]Bio/Past:[/B] Sam Amisharifi, looked up to by many, due to his position as the Iranian King, however, his abilities reach far beyond his role as king. When he was a child, the kingdom of Iran was attacked, his father and mother, the king and queen, were captured and killed by stealth assassins from an enemy kingdom. Although he was only a child, he was the heir to the thrown, but the kingdom was not going to be ruled by a child by any means. After a discussion with the lords of the kingdom, Sam was named prince, rather then king. And his fathers Advisor, Malcolm, would obtain control of the kingdom. Malcolm was known for his skill with the sword and as Sam grew Malcolm taught him, everything he knew, strategies, weapon skills, stealth, and for years Sam became Malcolm's "right-hand man." But as Malcolm grew older, his ambitions changed, he became a dictator, and treated his people with disrespect. Even Sam often got on his bad side and ended up spending time in his personal torture chamber. For hours he would be chained, and beaten. The shine in his eyes, and his aspiration for the throne had changed, to an uncontrolable madness. One day while he was being beaten, a guard missed his chest, and cracked the whip across his face creating a huge gash over his nose. His face was bloodied, and this, was the final nail in his coffin, or should I say, Malcolms. He broke from his chains and surprised his torturer, with a swift move his neck was broken and Sam was free. He looked about the chamber but there was no armor or weapons to protect him, as he was searching, he tore a tapestry from the wall, and found a hidden door. He was quite surprised considering he knew all the in's and out's of his castle, even so he opened the door, and inside, laying on a table, was an enormous broad sword. He walked closer and noticed the words engraved up the middle of the blade "death awaits you" carved from the handle to the center of the blade. He realized at once that this was his fathers former sword. He picked up the sword and threw it over his shoulder, and their it rested, until he reached Malcolms chambers. Malcolm was staring out a window in the room, most likely contemplating his next political move. Sam was swift as he walked into the room, his footsteps unheard. He seemed to blend with the shadows and was almost impossible to see or hear as he walked from the door to Malcolm, and as he stood behind Malcolm, just a foot away from the man who endlessy tortured him, as well as raised him, he spoke only three words "death awaits you" before Malcolm could even turn his head, it was no longer attached to his body. The lifeless body fell to the floor. Sam walked from the room with the head in his hands, his face bloodied from his previous scar. The lords of the castle stared as he dropped the head to the floor. Silence had never been so loud, and as Sam spoke, and reclaimed his title as ruler of the castle, no one dared to object. Sam's words now reigned supreme in the kingdom of Iran. [B]Personality:[/B] Sam was once a very out-going and ambitious boy, but as time went on and things changed (as you've read above) he became quiet. He only speaks when he has too, and often uses awkward silences to contemplate his situation. [B]Fast forward...[/B] It has been a few years since Sam took back his kingdom from his father's Adviser. Although things have been well for the most part, Sam is having trouble consorting with other kingdoms. He prefers to be outcast kingdom, rather then a central power. Although his castle's Lords advise him to negotiate a treaty, he refuses. He is the ruler of the kingdom, but unfortunently he is the only who feels this way, and his position in society isn't enough to save him. His people rebel, swords are unsheathed and torches lit. He castle is taken, and in the very same room where Malcolm was killed, he stands. He refuses to attack and kill his own people, so he is exiled from his own kingdom. Standing outside the kingdom's gates, he begins to walk, to where? He isn't really sure... [B]END[/B] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anne Posted March 30, 2005 Share Posted March 30, 2005 [COLOR=DeepSkyBlue] [left][size=1] [b]Name:[/b] Bun Lee [b]Age:[/b] 20 [b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v352/KIttychanann/untitled.bmp][COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]Bun Lee- ~Sister to Timothy Lee~.[/color][/URL] Bun stands 4?9?. [b]Personality:[/b] a sweet girl bun is. Quite, shy, and soft-spoken she holds the perfect image of what an Asian women should be. Bun is always polite and well mannered just like she was raised to be. Never a harsh word is spoken from her mouths. Bun never orders or demands a thing. Rather a follower than a leader. Yet under all the manners, kindness and good nature she is a fierce warrior. Her size and demeanor throws people off and gives her an advantage. She looks up to her older brother Timothy and in her eyes he can do no wrong at all. Bun has a sense of humor that she doesn?t like to show, but she does have it. She tends to play pranks around the household, but no one can say that she did them. Though everyone knows she did them, but can?t prove it. Whenever she gets accused she sits there and smiles and denies it. If it?s brought up to her Father he says that his Angel could never do something like that. It was most likely someone else. [b]Bio: [/b] Timothy and Bun where both born in Seoul, Korea. Bun and Tim, which Bun calls him, she is the only one in the family to do so, are only half brother and sister. Though they treat each other like they where full blooded and no one mentions, Tim?s mother in the house. When Timothy?s Mother died their father married Bun?s mother. Though sometimes they get strange looks it doesn?t seem to faze Bun. Bun and Timothy grew up in their family owned bathhouse. Bun always had a good time tricking and playing pranks on the guest that came. Whenever female guest came they often flirted with Timothy, which made Bun jealous. Though she would never show it. She always did what she was told and learned how to help mange the bathhouse from her Mother. In Korea around the time when young girls where being kidnapped, Bun?s and Timothy?s father said that they should learn how to fight. They began learning to defend themselves and learn how to fight. Bun became very skilled in Korean Tea Kwon Do. She was very skilled and a quick learner. As she progressed trough the levels she used the weapons Wakizashi (a short katana), this provide to be a good weapon for because of her short size, and Nekote (sharp iron nails that she wears over the fingers), with her demeanor she can easily get close to someone to use them. At their school Timothy and Bun met two girls, Kendra and Kali. The four of them became close friends and went everywhere together. Bun looked up to Kendra and wanted to be like her in someway. In Bun?s mind the only thing that she didn?t like about her is how she liked her brother. Kali was wild and free, Bun loved this in her and sometimes wished she could be more like her. This made her jealous oh him, but that still wasn?t enough to hate the pair. Fast forward? Bon, Kendra, Kali, and Timothy were approached by a mysterious figure that called himself the Panther. He was very odd wanting them to kill other people for big paychecks. Kali and Kendra appeared to be cautious about the situation. Not Bun and Timothy though. They agreed to do it. Timothy seemed like he really wanted to do it and so would Bun. She would follow her brother anywhere and besides what could happen. ?Tim stop flirting with the audience. We have to go kill people.? ?That?s right how about some ice cream first.? ?Sounds good to me.? [B][I]End or maybe just the beginning[/I][/B][/size][/left][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Orcus Posted March 30, 2005 Share Posted March 30, 2005 [LEFT][COLOR=Olive][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Timothy Lee [B]Age:[/B] 23 [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.kokojambo.privat.t-online.de/krad1.jpg]Timothy, Bun?s brother[/URL]. Wears [URL=http://www.infoclamp.net/img/serie21/galeries/gal05.jpg]this suit[/URL]. Timothy stands 6?1??.He wears thin, square-rimmed shades and a glove that cuts off at the knuckles that has an archaic cross on the back of it. He also wears a chain with a cross on it. [B]Personality:[/B] Timothy is a brash, extremely rude young man to everyone except his sister, Bun. He?s quite proud of his fighting skills, and shows off whenever he can. He?s also not one to back down from a fight, and will continue to argue even if he?s obviously going to lose. However, he can?t get Kendra to argue with him, she?s just to level-headed. This irritates him greatly. He cares greatly for Bun, and loves her dearly. He always watches out for her, and wants to make sure she?s happy. Timothy often takes responsibility for Bun?s pranks, but doesn?t mind. He?s very loyal as well, and will protect those he loves with every fiber of his being. No matter what. He isn?t to worried about fighting, though. He?s confident that he would emerge victorious from any battle, except maybe with Bun, Kendra, or Kali. [B]Bio:[/B] Timothy and Bun where both born in Seoul, Korea. Bun and Tim, which Bun calls him, she is the only one in the family to do so, are only half brother and sister. Though they treat each other like they where full blooded, no one mentions Tim?s mother in the house. When his mother died his father married Bun?s mother. People often comment on the fact that they do not look alike, but he ignores it. Timothy and Bun grew up in their family owned bathhouse. Timothy found the pranks that Bun played to be amusing, and would take the blame for them occasionally. Whenever female guests came by they often flirted with him, which made Bun jealous. Though she never showed it, Timothy knew, and he would always take her out for lunch or for a walk to make her feel better afterwards. In Korea around the time when young girls where being kidnapped, Bun?s and Timothy?s father said that they should learn how to fight. They began learning to defend themselves and learn how to fight. Timothy became very skilled in the art of Tae-Kwon-Doe along with his sister. He had his choice of any art, but decided he would progress alongside his sister. He became skilled with a katana and medieval weapons as well, but found that his weapon of choice was the katana. It?s sleek shape and power made it his favorite weapon. At their school Timothy and Bun met two girls, Kendra and Kali. The four of them became close friends and went everywhere together. Timothy found a slight attraction to Kendra, though he could never understand why. He just did. He also got the feeling that Kali did not like him much, but he never thought much into it. [B]Fast forward?[/B] Timothy, Kendra, Kali, and Bun were approached by a mysterious figure that called himself the Panther. He was very odd wanting them to kill other people for big paychecks. Kali and Kendra appeared to be cautious about the situation. Not Bun and Timothy though. They agreed to do it. Timothy seemed like he really wanted to do it and Bun too seem very excited. Timothy was extremely happy, his sister would be with him and everything seemed to good to be true. What could happen? "Heh, I'm great ain't I?" "Tim! You promised me ice cream. I told you to stop flirting. Now hurry up." "Oohh....No fun." [i][B]End[/i][/B][/SIZE][/COLOR][/LEFT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Citrus Posted March 31, 2005 Author Share Posted March 31, 2005 [COLOR=Blue]Okay people first of all I would like to thank Ozymandius Jones for the lovely peice of artwork she made. (The List) She is a very talented woman and I would like to take the time and congradulate her on a job well done. *claps* Ok now on to business. We are still waiting for three sign-ups by the following people Japan- Poona Kampur Kyuai- Ultra (just finished speaking to him, he is starting today) Neuvextere (sp?)- Panther (She got to work on it) So if you could get into touch with Japan while I am not around, that would be very generous. Thanks, O-Ren[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Revelation Posted March 31, 2005 Share Posted March 31, 2005 [B]Name-[/B] Panther [B]Age-[/B] 37 [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img131.exs.cx/img131/7687/duolon0lc.jpg]Panther[/URL] [B]Personality-[/B] Panther is a man of creativity, style, and secrecy. He is one who brings depth into the shallow, the light into the dark, the color into the dull. Some would call him a madman, while others call him a god. He, himself, calls himself only a man of philosophy and life, searching for the answers to an everlasting remedy for the terrors that it brings. To him, honesty, truth, valor, and loyalty are what he seeks in his followers. Although Panther is a man of good, he is someone who does not tolerate dishonor, disrespect, and those who find vengeance upon him. He dislikes childish acts and does not take up offers that require such an odd manner. He endures pain unlike any other man there is. Blades cannot make him flinch, beating cannot make him scream, and above everything else, there is no one on this god-given earth that can make him die. [B]Bio-[/B] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Citrus Posted March 31, 2005 Author Share Posted March 31, 2005 Ok guys our rp is up in the Adventure Arena!!! Seemed like forever, eh? Well teh following two people have to tunr in their sign-ups. Japan as Poona Kampur Kyuai as Ultra Now if any questions are needed please post them in the Underground thread. I hope all goes well and we make it through voloume 1 and get onto voloume 2!!! Ta-ta for now! O-Ren. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Japan Posted April 1, 2005 Share Posted April 1, 2005 Here is my sign up, finally. I'll edit in my appearance tomorrow when I get my drawing scanned in...till now, here it is. [B]Name:[/B] Poona Kampur [B]Age:[/B] 24 [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.maj.com/gallery/Japan86/Random-Stuff/laurapicture.jpg]click me [/URL] [B]Weapons:[/B] She has two daggers wrapped in leather hidden beneath her sleeveless purple jacket, as well as a spear. Her spear has two feathers to symbolize her ancestors, as well as a red leather cord holding the spearhead and feathers in place. The leather is colored red from the many foes she killed before to protect her beloved Panther. [B]Personality:[/B] She is a very loyal person. She is very quiet and appears to be innocent, but not. That makes her a very deceiving person amongst her enemies. You can never really tell what she is thinking. [B]Bio:[/B] Poona Kampur is a pure blooded Cherokee Native American. She lived in one of the many reservations in the US all of her early childhood. She loved it there. Poona always liked to go to her special place in the woods West of the town she lived in. It was so pretty there. She loved to pick flowers and various other pants and bring them home for her mom. Everyday was wonderful…till one day. A day like any other it seemed, as she skipped along the path with a basket slung through one arm. She hummed to herself as she pickup anything pretty or fascinating for her mom to have. When she made her way back to the town an hour and a half later, everything was quiet, a little too quiet. She nervously walked on. [I]What the heck?[/I] She thought to herself. [I]Why is everything dead silent? Ugh! What is that smell?[/I] She turned the corner of one of the buildings on the outskirts of the town and froze. There right in front of her were heaps of bloody mangled bodies. Some she could recognize as her neighbors and cousins, and some of them she could not. The ones she could not recognize were so mangled beyond recognition. Flies were swarming all over the piles of flesh. Pools of blood were everywhere. She moved her hand up to her mouth to keep herself from puking. Something brushed her shoulder. It was wet and sticky. She turned around quickly to see the chief standing behind her weakly. She looked up into his face and gazed into his eyes. The eyes looked scared as they rolled back into the old man’s eyes as he fell forwards to the ground burying her into the ground. Poona struggled her way from underneath the man’s weight. Finally out from under him, and out of breath, she ran away crying and screaming. When she arrived at her house, she was panting with her hands resting on her knees. She looked around the yard and let out a sigh of relief. She ran into her house with excitement…for sure that she’d find her parents and little sister safe and sound. The little eight-year-old girl slowed into a walking pace along to the path that led to the front door. The door was ajar. [I]What? I don’t think this is good.[/I] She started to feel uneasy again like she was going to puke. She nervously pushed the door open. Her eyes widened. There on the floor in a large pool of blood were her parents, or rather, her parents in pieces. Poona screamed. Their heads were decapitated from their bodies, and all four limbs cut off. She swiftly looked away and looked into the kitchen. She screamed again with tears streaming down her face. There one the floor was her two-year-old sister, stabbed to death. She was lying in a pool of blood as well. Poona ran away from her house scared and very distraught. She ran into one of the stores nearby the town center. The nice kind lady who worked usually worked the cash register was stabbed also, and leaning over the register. Blood was dripping all over the counter. She grabbed a piece of rope from one of the displays and made her way back outside. She hurried to a nearby oak tree, and nervously tied a knot with the rope over one of limbs. As she was fiddling with the other end to make a loop, a voice called out from the distance. “What are you doing, my dear?” She stopped abruptly and looked towards the direction of the voice. She fainted. A hand gently ran through her bangs. She opened her eyes slowly revealing a stranger cradling her. “Ah! You are awake my dear.” She sat up and moved into the opposite corner of the room scared. “Don’t be frightened. I will not hurt you. I’m here to help you.” The man said to her calmly. Poona still made no sound, but cautiously made her way up to him. She stopped as soon as she stood right in front of the man. “There, there,” he said while he patted her head gently. “It’s alright.” Poona ducked nervously from the patting, and the stranger chuckled. “Oh my! I didn’t introduce myself, now did I? How rude of me. You can call me Panther. Now please sit in this chair so that we can eat. Are you hungry?” Poona nodded as she sat in the comfortable red armchair that was next to him on the other side of the fireplace. The heat from the fire was memorizing as the flames danced. A big plate was brought to her and Panther from a servant. Poona looked at the food and started to eat hungrily. Panther chuckled. Sixteen years later, Poona became like a daughter to Panther. He taught her how to fight and become a warrior. Poona loves him like a father, and is very loyal to him. She does whatever he wills. She will protect him…even if it means her death. 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Orcus Posted March 30, 2005 Share Posted March 30, 2005 [LEFT][COLOR=Olive][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Timothy Lee [B]Age:[/B] 23 [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.kokojambo.privat.t-online.de/krad1.jpg]Timothy, Bun?s brother[/URL]. Wears [URL=http://www.infoclamp.net/img/serie21/galeries/gal05.jpg]this suit[/URL]. Timothy stands 6?1??.He wears thin, square-rimmed shades and a glove that cuts off at the knuckles that has an archaic cross on the back of it. He also wears a chain with a cross on it. [B]Personality:[/B] Timothy is a brash, extremely rude young man to everyone except his sister, Bun. He?s quite proud of his fighting skills, and shows off whenever he can. He?s also not one to back down from a fight, and will continue to argue even if he?s obviously going to lose. However, he can?t get Kendra to argue with him, she?s just to level-headed. This irritates him greatly. He cares greatly for Bun, and loves her dearly. He always watches out for her, and wants to make sure she?s happy. Timothy often takes responsibility for Bun?s pranks, but doesn?t mind. He?s very loyal as well, and will protect those he loves with every fiber of his being. No matter what. He isn?t to worried about fighting, though. He?s confident that he would emerge victorious from any battle, except maybe with Bun, Kendra, or Kali. [B]Bio:[/B] Timothy and Bun where both born in Seoul, Korea. Bun and Tim, which Bun calls him, she is the only one in the family to do so, are only half brother and sister. Though they treat each other like they where full blooded, no one mentions Tim?s mother in the house. When his mother died his father married Bun?s mother. People often comment on the fact that they do not look alike, but he ignores it. Timothy and Bun grew up in their family owned bathhouse. Timothy found the pranks that Bun played to be amusing, and would take the blame for them occasionally. Whenever female guests came by they often flirted with him, which made Bun jealous. Though she never showed it, Timothy knew, and he would always take her out for lunch or for a walk to make her feel better afterwards. In Korea around the time when young girls where being kidnapped, Bun?s and Timothy?s father said that they should learn how to fight. They began learning to defend themselves and learn how to fight. Timothy became very skilled in the art of Tae-Kwon-Doe along with his sister. He had his choice of any art, but decided he would progress alongside his sister. He became skilled with a katana and medieval weapons as well, but found that his weapon of choice was the katana. It?s sleek shape and power made it his favorite weapon. At their school Timothy and Bun met two girls, Kendra and Kali. The four of them became close friends and went everywhere together. Timothy found a slight attraction to Kendra, though he could never understand why. He just did. He also got the feeling that Kali did not like him much, but he never thought much into it. [B]Fast forward?[/B] Timothy, Kendra, Kali, and Bun were approached by a mysterious figure that called himself the Panther. He was very odd wanting them to kill other people for big paychecks. Kali and Kendra appeared to be cautious about the situation. Not Bun and Timothy though. They agreed to do it. Timothy seemed like he really wanted to do it and Bun too seem very excited. Timothy was extremely happy, his sister would be with him and everything seemed to good to be true. What could happen? "Heh, I'm great ain't I?" "Tim! You promised me ice cream. I told you to stop flirting. Now hurry up." "Oohh....No fun." [i][B]End[/i][/B][/SIZE][/COLOR][/LEFT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Citrus Posted March 31, 2005 Author Share Posted March 31, 2005 [COLOR=Blue]Okay people first of all I would like to thank Ozymandius Jones for the lovely peice of artwork she made. (The List) She is a very talented woman and I would like to take the time and congradulate her on a job well done. *claps* Ok now on to business. We are still waiting for three sign-ups by the following people Japan- Poona Kampur Kyuai- Ultra (just finished speaking to him, he is starting today) Neuvextere (sp?)- Panther (She got to work on it) So if you could get into touch with Japan while I am not around, that would be very generous. Thanks, O-Ren[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Revelation Posted March 31, 2005 Share Posted March 31, 2005 [B]Name-[/B] Panther [B]Age-[/B] 37 [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img131.exs.cx/img131/7687/duolon0lc.jpg]Panther[/URL] [B]Personality-[/B] Panther is a man of creativity, style, and secrecy. He is one who brings depth into the shallow, the light into the dark, the color into the dull. Some would call him a madman, while others call him a god. He, himself, calls himself only a man of philosophy and life, searching for the answers to an everlasting remedy for the terrors that it brings. To him, honesty, truth, valor, and loyalty are what he seeks in his followers. Although Panther is a man of good, he is someone who does not tolerate dishonor, disrespect, and those who find vengeance upon him. He dislikes childish acts and does not take up offers that require such an odd manner. He endures pain unlike any other man there is. Blades cannot make him flinch, beating cannot make him scream, and above everything else, there is no one on this god-given earth that can make him die. [B]Bio-[/B] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Citrus Posted March 31, 2005 Author Share Posted March 31, 2005 Ok guys our rp is up in the Adventure Arena!!! Seemed like forever, eh? Well teh following two people have to tunr in their sign-ups. Japan as Poona Kampur Kyuai as Ultra Now if any questions are needed please post them in the Underground thread. I hope all goes well and we make it through voloume 1 and get onto voloume 2!!! Ta-ta for now! O-Ren. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Japan Posted April 1, 2005 Share Posted April 1, 2005 Here is my sign up, finally. I'll edit in my appearance tomorrow when I get my drawing scanned in...till now, here it is. [B]Name:[/B] Poona Kampur [B]Age:[/B] 24 [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.maj.com/gallery/Japan86/Random-Stuff/laurapicture.jpg]click me [/URL] [B]Weapons:[/B] She has two daggers wrapped in leather hidden beneath her sleeveless purple jacket, as well as a spear. Her spear has two feathers to symbolize her ancestors, as well as a red leather cord holding the spearhead and feathers in place. The leather is colored red from the many foes she killed before to protect her beloved Panther. [B]Personality:[/B] She is a very loyal person. She is very quiet and appears to be innocent, but not. That makes her a very deceiving person amongst her enemies. You can never really tell what she is thinking. [B]Bio:[/B] Poona Kampur is a pure blooded Cherokee Native American. She lived in one of the many reservations in the US all of her early childhood. She loved it there. Poona always liked to go to her special place in the woods West of the town she lived in. It was so pretty there. She loved to pick flowers and various other pants and bring them home for her mom. Everyday was wonderful…till one day. A day like any other it seemed, as she skipped along the path with a basket slung through one arm. She hummed to herself as she pickup anything pretty or fascinating for her mom to have. When she made her way back to the town an hour and a half later, everything was quiet, a little too quiet. She nervously walked on. [I]What the heck?[/I] She thought to herself. [I]Why is everything dead silent? Ugh! What is that smell?[/I] She turned the corner of one of the buildings on the outskirts of the town and froze. There right in front of her were heaps of bloody mangled bodies. Some she could recognize as her neighbors and cousins, and some of them she could not. The ones she could not recognize were so mangled beyond recognition. Flies were swarming all over the piles of flesh. Pools of blood were everywhere. She moved her hand up to her mouth to keep herself from puking. Something brushed her shoulder. It was wet and sticky. She turned around quickly to see the chief standing behind her weakly. She looked up into his face and gazed into his eyes. The eyes looked scared as they rolled back into the old man’s eyes as he fell forwards to the ground burying her into the ground. Poona struggled her way from underneath the man’s weight. Finally out from under him, and out of breath, she ran away crying and screaming. When she arrived at her house, she was panting with her hands resting on her knees. She looked around the yard and let out a sigh of relief. She ran into her house with excitement…for sure that she’d find her parents and little sister safe and sound. The little eight-year-old girl slowed into a walking pace along to the path that led to the front door. The door was ajar. [I]What? I don’t think this is good.[/I] She started to feel uneasy again like she was going to puke. She nervously pushed the door open. Her eyes widened. There on the floor in a large pool of blood were her parents, or rather, her parents in pieces. Poona screamed. Their heads were decapitated from their bodies, and all four limbs cut off. She swiftly looked away and looked into the kitchen. She screamed again with tears streaming down her face. There one the floor was her two-year-old sister, stabbed to death. She was lying in a pool of blood as well. Poona ran away from her house scared and very distraught. She ran into one of the stores nearby the town center. The nice kind lady who worked usually worked the cash register was stabbed also, and leaning over the register. Blood was dripping all over the counter. She grabbed a piece of rope from one of the displays and made her way back outside. She hurried to a nearby oak tree, and nervously tied a knot with the rope over one of limbs. As she was fiddling with the other end to make a loop, a voice called out from the distance. “What are you doing, my dear?” She stopped abruptly and looked towards the direction of the voice. She fainted. A hand gently ran through her bangs. She opened her eyes slowly revealing a stranger cradling her. “Ah! You are awake my dear.” She sat up and moved into the opposite corner of the room scared. “Don’t be frightened. I will not hurt you. I’m here to help you.” The man said to her calmly. Poona still made no sound, but cautiously made her way up to him. She stopped as soon as she stood right in front of the man. “There, there,” he said while he patted her head gently. “It’s alright.” Poona ducked nervously from the patting, and the stranger chuckled. “Oh my! I didn’t introduce myself, now did I? How rude of me. You can call me Panther. Now please sit in this chair so that we can eat. Are you hungry?” Poona nodded as she sat in the comfortable red armchair that was next to him on the other side of the fireplace. The heat from the fire was memorizing as the flames danced. A big plate was brought to her and Panther from a servant. Poona looked at the food and started to eat hungrily. Panther chuckled. Sixteen years later, Poona became like a daughter to Panther. He taught her how to fight and become a warrior. Poona loves him like a father, and is very loyal to him. She does whatever he wills. She will protect him…even if it means her death. With Panther being in the S.D.A, Poona joined so that she could protect him better, and do whatever he wishes more easily. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Create an account or sign in to comment You need to be a member in order to leave a comment Create an account Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy! Register a new account Sign in Already have an account? Sign in here. Sign In Now Share More sharing options... Followers 1
Citrus Posted March 31, 2005 Author Share Posted March 31, 2005 [COLOR=Blue]Okay people first of all I would like to thank Ozymandius Jones for the lovely peice of artwork she made. (The List) She is a very talented woman and I would like to take the time and congradulate her on a job well done. *claps* Ok now on to business. We are still waiting for three sign-ups by the following people Japan- Poona Kampur Kyuai- Ultra (just finished speaking to him, he is starting today) Neuvextere (sp?)- Panther (She got to work on it) So if you could get into touch with Japan while I am not around, that would be very generous. Thanks, O-Ren[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Revelation Posted March 31, 2005 Share Posted March 31, 2005 [B]Name-[/B] Panther [B]Age-[/B] 37 [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img131.exs.cx/img131/7687/duolon0lc.jpg]Panther[/URL] [B]Personality-[/B] Panther is a man of creativity, style, and secrecy. He is one who brings depth into the shallow, the light into the dark, the color into the dull. Some would call him a madman, while others call him a god. He, himself, calls himself only a man of philosophy and life, searching for the answers to an everlasting remedy for the terrors that it brings. To him, honesty, truth, valor, and loyalty are what he seeks in his followers. Although Panther is a man of good, he is someone who does not tolerate dishonor, disrespect, and those who find vengeance upon him. He dislikes childish acts and does not take up offers that require such an odd manner. He endures pain unlike any other man there is. Blades cannot make him flinch, beating cannot make him scream, and above everything else, there is no one on this god-given earth that can make him die. [B]Bio-[/B] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citrus Posted March 31, 2005 Author Share Posted March 31, 2005 Ok guys our rp is up in the Adventure Arena!!! Seemed like forever, eh? Well teh following two people have to tunr in their sign-ups. Japan as Poona Kampur Kyuai as Ultra Now if any questions are needed please post them in the Underground thread. I hope all goes well and we make it through voloume 1 and get onto voloume 2!!! Ta-ta for now! O-Ren. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Japan Posted April 1, 2005 Share Posted April 1, 2005 Here is my sign up, finally. I'll edit in my appearance tomorrow when I get my drawing scanned in...till now, here it is. [B]Name:[/B] Poona Kampur [B]Age:[/B] 24 [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.maj.com/gallery/Japan86/Random-Stuff/laurapicture.jpg]click me [/URL] [B]Weapons:[/B] She has two daggers wrapped in leather hidden beneath her sleeveless purple jacket, as well as a spear. Her spear has two feathers to symbolize her ancestors, as well as a red leather cord holding the spearhead and feathers in place. The leather is colored red from the many foes she killed before to protect her beloved Panther. [B]Personality:[/B] She is a very loyal person. She is very quiet and appears to be innocent, but not. That makes her a very deceiving person amongst her enemies. You can never really tell what she is thinking. [B]Bio:[/B] Poona Kampur is a pure blooded Cherokee Native American. She lived in one of the many reservations in the US all of her early childhood. She loved it there. Poona always liked to go to her special place in the woods West of the town she lived in. It was so pretty there. She loved to pick flowers and various other pants and bring them home for her mom. Everyday was wonderful…till one day. A day like any other it seemed, as she skipped along the path with a basket slung through one arm. She hummed to herself as she pickup anything pretty or fascinating for her mom to have. When she made her way back to the town an hour and a half later, everything was quiet, a little too quiet. She nervously walked on. [I]What the heck?[/I] She thought to herself. [I]Why is everything dead silent? Ugh! What is that smell?[/I] She turned the corner of one of the buildings on the outskirts of the town and froze. There right in front of her were heaps of bloody mangled bodies. Some she could recognize as her neighbors and cousins, and some of them she could not. The ones she could not recognize were so mangled beyond recognition. Flies were swarming all over the piles of flesh. Pools of blood were everywhere. She moved her hand up to her mouth to keep herself from puking. Something brushed her shoulder. It was wet and sticky. She turned around quickly to see the chief standing behind her weakly. She looked up into his face and gazed into his eyes. The eyes looked scared as they rolled back into the old man’s eyes as he fell forwards to the ground burying her into the ground. Poona struggled her way from underneath the man’s weight. Finally out from under him, and out of breath, she ran away crying and screaming. When she arrived at her house, she was panting with her hands resting on her knees. She looked around the yard and let out a sigh of relief. She ran into her house with excitement…for sure that she’d find her parents and little sister safe and sound. The little eight-year-old girl slowed into a walking pace along to the path that led to the front door. The door was ajar. [I]What? I don’t think this is good.[/I] She started to feel uneasy again like she was going to puke. She nervously pushed the door open. Her eyes widened. There on the floor in a large pool of blood were her parents, or rather, her parents in pieces. Poona screamed. Their heads were decapitated from their bodies, and all four limbs cut off. She swiftly looked away and looked into the kitchen. She screamed again with tears streaming down her face. There one the floor was her two-year-old sister, stabbed to death. She was lying in a pool of blood as well. Poona ran away from her house scared and very distraught. She ran into one of the stores nearby the town center. The nice kind lady who worked usually worked the cash register was stabbed also, and leaning over the register. Blood was dripping all over the counter. She grabbed a piece of rope from one of the displays and made her way back outside. She hurried to a nearby oak tree, and nervously tied a knot with the rope over one of limbs. As she was fiddling with the other end to make a loop, a voice called out from the distance. “What are you doing, my dear?” She stopped abruptly and looked towards the direction of the voice. She fainted. A hand gently ran through her bangs. She opened her eyes slowly revealing a stranger cradling her. “Ah! You are awake my dear.” She sat up and moved into the opposite corner of the room scared. “Don’t be frightened. I will not hurt you. I’m here to help you.” The man said to her calmly. Poona still made no sound, but cautiously made her way up to him. She stopped as soon as she stood right in front of the man. “There, there,” he said while he patted her head gently. “It’s alright.” Poona ducked nervously from the patting, and the stranger chuckled. “Oh my! I didn’t introduce myself, now did I? How rude of me. You can call me Panther. Now please sit in this chair so that we can eat. Are you hungry?” Poona nodded as she sat in the comfortable red armchair that was next to him on the other side of the fireplace. The heat from the fire was memorizing as the flames danced. A big plate was brought to her and Panther from a servant. Poona looked at the food and started to eat hungrily. Panther chuckled. Sixteen years later, Poona became like a daughter to Panther. He taught her how to fight and become a warrior. Poona loves him like a father, and is very loyal to him. She does whatever he wills. She will protect him…even if it means her death. With Panther being in the S.D.A, Poona joined so that she could protect him better, and do whatever he wishes more easily. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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