Cyriel

In the words of Strongbad - "DELETED!" And thankfully I really don't get that much crap like that. Although, some of them scare the heck out of me.

Wow Angel, compared to you my life seems quite perfect now. Actually, in the first place, I never really minded doing chores, unless I'm extremely tired. And compared to my bros, we all pretty much have various assigned duties and such, which are pretty balanced. But even if I had to do more, I'd say it was my responsibility, since I'm the oldest kid and all, and I should set an example or whatever. Besides, it wouldn't kill me to help out my parents more than my little brothers, would it?

Frankly, I find this site to be highly addictive and draining of my time. I mean, we're talking about if college and such will pull us away from OB? Why can't I? I can't seem to get away from it. Even away, and doing other such nonsense, I find myself thinking about various threads, and wondering who's replied to which posts... So for the moment, I'm actually working at cutting down on my time here. Not to mention, I really should be studying for SATs and such... But really, at college, even if you focused on a really demanding major, why wouldn't you have time for OB? I mean...yes, there will be so many other things to do and focus on, but still, spending some time on the boards isn't going to kill you...although it may provide a fatal distraction..:) Hopefully, I'll be able to focus once I get there. For now...I'm being lazy, even though I don't have the time for it. Intended major: dentistry. Actually, orthodontics. And hopefully I'll still be on even then. I'll be the lunatic, old, fanatic orthodontist that haunts the OB with a spare set of braces in hand. But first, I need to conquer my last year of high school.

[COLOR=RoyalBlue]Brushing back the hair from her eyes, Himeko checked her appearance in the mirror once more. The boys uniform fit her form perfectly, and she checked the binding around her chest again. [I]Can anyone..tell?[/I] She was worried - there was no doubt about that. Her first day tomorrow, and hopefully not her last. Himeko didn't even know what would happen if she were found out. For the moment, not even her parents were aware that she was enrolled in a boy's academy, but then again, they didn't exactly keep a close lookout on her. The last time they had called her home was a few years ago, when they had found out about...Koji. But now she was back. Changed, definitely, but no one could stay the same. And she was ready and willing to do anything to keep the change going. Himeko had to admit, being a girl had its good sides, but for the moment they were lacking. She checked her appearance once more in the mirror, and then took off the uniform, folding it carefully for the next day. [I]Tomorrow is it... Tomorrow, I'm no longer Himeko Toda. From this moment, my name is Hideo Temko.[/I][/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]Name:[/B] Hideo Temko [B]Real Name:[/B] Himeko Toda [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Age:[/B] 16 [B]Appearance:[/B] see attachment (that's her female form, but now her hair is a bit shorter, providing a more boyish look, and she wears a boy's uniform.) [B]Personality:[/B] Underneath she's quiet and kind, but her lifestyle at the moment is providing some stress. Sometimes she can be clumsy in awkward situations, which she immediately regrets afterwards but has no idea of how to change it. Now, however, in her disguise, she's found that she can afford to be more laid-back and carefree, although she still must be very careful of discovery. Although, there is one certain person she avoids... [B]Bio:[/B] Once known as the kind girlfriend of Koji Hidari, the former leader of the Bad Moons gang, Himeko Toda moved away under various circumstances that were never revealed. Now, however, she has moved back, and is quite changed. For the few years that she was away, she trained hard in archery and kendo, and became quite skilled, being able to go and compete in many competitions. However, the only real students that got reknown for those were in the teams in the boys' school. Making her own decision for once, Himeko decided to go under the alias of Hideo Temko, disguising herself as a male student and moving back, so that she could join their archery and kendo teams. Thus, she is still a recently new student there, but has already gotten a name for herself because of her high level of skill in these. However, she still does not know that her old boyfriend, Koji Hidari, attends the school, although she does wonder why everyone knows his name. For the moment, she is not involved in any gangs, since she is too new. However, perhaps soon someone will approach her... [B]Gang position:[/B] n/a [B]Gang name:[/B] n/a[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]They walked in the silent morning, their steps echoing the ghostly memory of past life. In his dreams, Elazar still heard the quiet breathing of his mother in sleep, his father turning under the covers, his siblings' eyes flickering open. Every morning, the dim sound of the oxygen generators would whir to life, along with the roar of the water purifiers. They had replaced the distant tales of birdsong, sunlight, a cool breeze. "Elazar," Ezra's voice interrupted his clouded thoughts. He turned to her, halting their progress across the barren landscape, "Yes?" She pointed a slim finger, and he followed the direction. Mid-sized clusters of buildings rose up in the distance, obviously an Esrian compound. It didn't hide the evidence of a human colony nearby. "Which one?" he asked bluntly, the smell of machinery already reaching his nose. Despite the distance, the stale scent was still discernible in the empty air. Something else was there as well. Still metallic in texture, but entirely different. Elazar found himself much more sensitive to it, ever since... "Colony 34," Ezra answered, putting away a small book which contained maps. "The Esrians seem to be living right on top of them. Unexpected... I can't imagine that it does any good. Do you smell it?" He nodded. She didn't need to ask him that - she [I]knew[/I] he could smell it, since she could as well. "Blood," he whispered. "I wonder how long they've been killing each other off." "Elazar." Her tone was slightly reprimanding, and entirely justified. He nodded, "Yeah, sorry. Let's go." They continued to walk, preparing to enter the communities that were set in their sights. Hopefully, no trouble would be encountered. Elazar almost laughed - it seemed an ironic reminder, the humans and Esrians so near to each other on this dim landscape. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Ignoring the rest following her, Irie took the lead by skipping down the red-carpeted steps. The air grew more heated as they went down, the temperature rising because of the vigorous activities below. More screams erupted, and Irie shivered in release. "Atmosphere?" she asked in play. "Carnal," Zenjia replied. They both felt the wild intensity in the air, mixed with the sensual scent of pain and blood. It was intoxicating to a vampire. To the human victims...it was probably a bit more frightening, although that did nothing to subdue their own desperation. But an attempt to escape from this place was futile. The lighting was staggered, stretching shadows across the floor while keeping colored spotlights in a party-like atmosphere. The furnishings were elegant, and Irie felt quite at home. It wasn't all that different from the mansion that the Blood Brood inhabited at the moment. Nicoleta and Paine seemed to have similarities in decorative tastes. Bodies lay in serpentine forms, wrapped around each other at pleasure's whim. Others lay on the floor, bloodied and scarred, barely recognizable as once human. However, these were quickly removed by the custodial staff, which blended in nicely with the crowd. Other beings lay on various instruments that looked extremely painful, vampire and human alike. Blood was in thick excess everywhere. And in the middle of the floor, a simple ring that held the room's position of honor. Swarms of unidentified insects covered the remains lying there, blood congealed and blackened in the last hour. It was, at the moment, being cleaned for the next round. Irie could hardly contain her excitement upon seeing this, "Zenjia! Look! A playground!" A playground indeed...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Anyone read this lately? It's a series by Mizuki Hakase, and so far I think there are four books out. However, I've only read two of them, and I'm trying to find the others. I'm not sure if they've been released yet though. Anyway, I must say that I absolutely love this series so far. It starts with 15-year old Chiaki inviting Ororon, the King of Hell, into her home to live with her. Promising to stay with her forever, the meeting of the two begins a kind of sad, compassionate, double-bind relationship between them. Of course, chaos ensues, but it's mixed with bittersweet feelings and a very interesting plotline. The artwork is also quite to my liking. The characters look sleek and graceful, and Ororon looks like a work of art in his suit. Chiaki is innocently beautiful, I think, but not in the typical kind. Instead, she has a clear, clean-cut look to her, and it complements Ororon's demonic evil. The only problem I have is that some of the characters look very much the same, and I found myself skipping over their names as I got continually tired of them. However, major characters you can't miss, and it's an absolute joy watching their escapades. I'm completely drawn into the story as it progresses, quite violently I must say. Still, even with all the...gore...it has a nice balance between the bloody action and their struggle to find their own place in life. Not to mention, all the politics of Hell and Heaven are quite interesting. Comments, anyone?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]As they entered, Irie didn't seem to notice the bouncers, which was a good thing. As long as she ignored them, she couldn't start a bloody riot. As she and Zenjia passed through the doors, Irie glanced up at the many staircases that seemed to net the ceilings. Her eyes immediately alighted on a shadowy figure, but it faded into the darkness as quickly as she locked on to it. About to pursue it, Irie found her way blocked by Ghost. He shook his head, "Remember, no hunting. Especially not that certain individual." Irie glared, and then sighed, "Fine." Shrugging, she turned back to where Zenjia was standing. Ghost watched her carefully, but for now Irie seemed to be keeping her insanity in check. It stressed her, though, and when she couldn't channel it regularly out of her system, it was critically dangerous. That it had been only a little girl this time was luck in itself. Had anything of greater proportions happened, Ghost was sure that Nicoleta would have had all their heads on stakes. She was highly unstable, but at the same time, extremely useful. As she walked, Irie skipped at intervals, excitement like a static charge on her skin. Her eyes were wide as they passed through various rooms. It was only her second time here, and the first time she had only looked through some of the rooms as Nicoleta conducted business. This time, however, was different. [I]This[/I] time, Irie was going to have some fun. "Zenjia, where do you want to go?" she asked, like an impatient child. The other assassins had disappeared, but were no doubt close by, keeping their eyes on the two vampires. Ghost stood slightly behind them, watching the others and their 'activities.' Not waiting for an answer, Irie led the way to a set of thick, heavy-set doors, which emanated the smell of blood. Three other bouncers lounged around the doors, and various scars marked their distorted faces. She pulled Zenjia along with her, Ghost close behind, "This is the basement, right? Let's go in!" "Irie..." Zenjia said in warning, eyeing the bouncers. Her muscles were already tense, her senses heightened by the scent of blood. Irie laughed, "Don't worry Zenjia. Don't ruin this for me." She turned, and walked to the doors. A glance at the bouncers, and they froze. A few more seconds she stared into each of their eyes, allowing them a warning not to interfere. But she didn't have to continue - each of the bouncers seemed to be listening to something.. Irie cocked her head and waited, trying to hear what was whispered to them. Moments later, they opened the doors, and Irie started down the stairs, which had been laid with a red carpet. Deep red, stained over years of use...and of victims' blood. "Zenjia, are you coming? Come on, lets have fun!" Irie's eyes glittered in delight as screaming, mixed with riotous cheers, reached her ears. Her short hair hid the expression for a split second, and when she brushed it back, she had a smile on her face.[/COLOR]

OOC: Wow, I leave for a couple hours and there's already a full page of posts. :D IC: [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][I]So many people... How will I..?[/I] She left the thought unfinished - it had bombarded her the moment she had walked through the school doors, and it obviously wasn't helping. Kneeling down to retie her shoes, she watched as the class was separated into teams. Caley had gone to talk to someone at the edge of the field. She also identified Hiroshi, Zet, and Amy on the field. Looking for others that she could recognize, her concentration was broken by the teacher's voice. "Lily! Could you come over?" She quickly ran over, loving the smell of the grass, "Yes?" "Since you're new, this first time you'll be able to choose which team you'd like to be on." "Oh, well, alright," Lily smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Is it alright if I'm on Caley's team?" The teacher nodded, and she went to stand by the others. "Hey, you're new right?" She looked over, and saw a boy whispering to her. He looked like a freshman. "Yes, I'm new. It's my first day today," she answered. "Oh, well, I'm Peter. Do you have any classes with my brother?" "I don't know. Who's your brother?" He pointed to where Caley was standing next to a boy, "That's my brother, Evan." Hiroshi's voice interrupted, "Lily, are you on our team?" Lily nodded and smiled, "Oh, yes, I guess I am. Thanks so much for helping me out today. Will you be coming tomorrow?"[/COLOR] OOC: Did I mention that I have no idea what game we're playing?

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]Name:[/B] Lily White [B]Age:[/B] 15 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Elemental Key:[/B] Spirit - [I]The Locator[/I] [B]Description:[/B] see attachment [B]Bio:[/B] A new student that has recently transferred to Antares High, Lily is kind and compassionate in nature. People seem attracted to her not only by her character, but also by her positive aura. Not only keeping to one clique, Lily associates with all students, and has already made many friends. She knows almost everyone in the school by name, and tries to spend time with them all, even if they are not quite close with her. She's calm and firm, and makes her opinion known if she thinks that it's important. Lily seems to be able to melt in with any crowd, or be able to stand out in a riot. Also, she does not stand for injustice, but she's so friendly that even bullies feel ashamed if they pick on someone in front of her. She's quite the individual.[/COLOR]

Hmm...guess I'll take the mystery guy's part then. [B]Name:[/B] Ingamar Hinman [B]Age:[/B] 18 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Description:[/B] see attachment [B]Personality:[/B] Slow to anger, he's quite level-headed. Actually, he doesn't speak that often, and is extremely quiet. Most people think he's cute, but boring. However, on the inside, he's far from boring, being very intelligent and quick of mind. He's extremely perceptive, and can read emotions easily, even if they are hidden or disguised. He can guess people's true intentions or feelings, since he's so used to watching others. Ingamar fades into the background quite easily, blending in with any crowd when he wishes. He doesn't stand out, but if you meet him, he's not easily forgotten.

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]She stood again, after a few minutes, her mind trying to find something of interest. The girl with turqoise eyes was already old news, and swiftly forgotten by Irie. Stalking the walls, the other vampires stayed away in their quiet, discontent groups. Their Empress was home, so they waited in tense excitement. But Irie was bored, once more. So she walked down the halls, finding her way to her mistress's room. Without knocking, she walked in. "Nicoleta?" The beautiful vampiress brushed back her silky lengths of hair, coming out of her deep thoughts, "Yes, little Tengu." Irie smiled at that. 'Tengu' was her petname, and something only the Empress was allowed to call her. She walked over to Nicoleta, and sat at her feet. "Nicoleta, are we going to do something soon? I'm bored." She sounded like child. The Empress sighed, touching Irie's cheek again. [I]The RGSD is looking for her...under the name of Eerie. How fitting.[/I] "You're bored again? But you were just out tonight, against my wishes I might add." She tugged on Irie's short tresses, and then sat back, an elegant hand resting on the arm of her chair. "Well, I thought it might be fun," the young vampire said sullenly. "Besides, they were bothering me - I was getting a headache just sitting there. And you said not to kill them, so I went out." "Mmm, you're right little Tengu. I [I]did[/I] say not to kill them..." Nicoleta's eyes became darker, as she went back into thought. [I]I need all of them alive for now.[/I] The RGSD was not going to go down easily...and her numbers had already lessened slightly due to Irie's madness. Irie's voice interrupted again, "Besides, Zenjia went out too. Why isn't anyone getting angry at her? She's even later than me."[/COLOR]

TWANG! Letting the arrow fly, Terina watched as the thin shaft made its swift way left of the target. A complete miss. Wiping away a bit of sweat, she felt her heart sink in discouragement. Practicing for two hours had seemed to only make her worse. Not that she had ever been good with a bow and arrow - that was more of her sister's specialty - but she had hoped to improve a bit. "Princess Terina!" Terina turned, her eyes concerned at the interruption. But when she saw the mage, she relaxed a bit again. "Oh, yes Tarcen?" The mage bowed low, but it was only formality, which meant that a guest was present, "Dinner will be served early this evening, as your sister's suitor has just arrived." He left, leaving Terina shocked. Her dark eyes were wide open. [I]...Another suitor...?[/I] The last one had left about two months ago. Terina, of all people, was extremely wary of suitors, especially her sister's. [I]Oh, Dalila...please don't go.[/I] Dalila, her older sister, had always been her protector; a shield of some sort. Without her guidance...what would she do? Terina shook her head. Brushing dark hair out of her face, she hurried back to the ornate walls of the castle, to get cleaned up and see Delila...

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]She hummed a lullaby while she was waiting. Others cutting a wide berth around her, Irie was quite alone in the crowded den. For now, Nicoleta was out, briefly away. But still, it was boring without her, and Irie wanted to have some fun. Patience was not her strong point. Flicking back her hair from her face, Irie stood up from the grungy couch where she had been seated. One of the braver vampires called out to her warily, "Irie, what are you doing?" "I'm going out. Tell Nicoleta I'll be back late." She smiled quite innocently, and then walked out the door. No one stopped her - no one wanted to lose their heads. Walking out onto the cold streets, her feet crunched in the snow that had started to gather. Crisp and clean, this night. The snow hid the grime that layered the city, making it a beautiful, glowing orb. Surreal. Untainted. Irie could only smile as she brushed the flakes off of her shirt; she appreciated beauty unstained. Innocent and virginal. She almost laughed. She [I]did[/I] laugh, quietly, when she saw the girl. Five or six, with light blonde hair that seemed to be spun of spider silk. The girl's eyes were a bright turqoise, inquisitive and staring at the falling snowflakes. She was in a fine ermine coat, and her shoes were dainty and shining. Irie could almost feel the silken touch of the child's skin. She smiled - this girl was beautiful. Young, but still a blossom to be cherished in this season of winter. Irie waited.[/COLOR] ______________________________________________ [COLOR=RoyalBlue]Two hours later, the little girl's eyes were frightened, moisture gathering in tears that slid down silently. They froze on her cheeks; it was a cold night, and would be deadly. But still, it didn't ruin the flower's beauty. The empty countryside was silent, in awe at the child's delicacy. "Oh, little blossom, don't be afraid," Irie crooned to the child, wiping away the frozen tears. "You're so pretty, like a flower. But you don't want to wither away, do you? I would help you...but Nicoleta won't let me. Leaves a trail, I guess, and then where would I be? But not to worry, little darling, I won't let your beauty go to waste. You won't have to watch yourself grow old. You'll stay young like this forever. Just stay still now..." The girl froze as Irie's cold hands stripped her of her clothes. The ermine coat had long been lost, but now Irie slipped off the girl's shoes, and the rest of her light clothing. The girl's skin was white, pale, with an almost bluish tinge. Delicate and perfect. Irie started to cry softly. "..just...just stay still for me, alright?" The girl whimpered, shivering in the deadly cold of the night. Snowflakes melted on her pale skin. "Please let me go home...I'm cold..." She started to cry again. Irie's voice grew hard, "Stay still. Hush. You'll be beautiful. Now, look up. Look straight up...at all the snowflakes. See how pretty they are? Yes, just stay right there.." The girl's turqoise eyes were fixed on the dark sky. Irie quickly took out a needle, thin in the use of acupuncture, and quickly pushed it in several places. The girl didn't feel it; she remained staring at the sky. "Good. Now you won't move, will you? Now I can make you beautiful," Irie smiled, putting the needle away. She was correct - the girl wouldn't move; she was paralyzed by the points pressed by the needle. Irie turned away, and started to carry the first pail of water towards the girl. Many others waited in the freezing night.[/COLOR] ______________________________________________________ [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Irie sat, slumped in the grungy couch once more. The others watched her with caution, but for the most part, she was carefully ignored. Nicoleta was elsewhere again, but Irie was no longer bored. Flipping on the television, she turned channels to the news stations. "...and early this morning, the body of Maria Angelica Gable was found. A few miles outside of London, the five-year old was found in an empty field by the farmer who owned it. She was naked, and frozen in a standing position on top of a pile of broken glass. Police say that the girl was repeatedly covered with water, and several pails were found nearby, along with her clothes...." The camera showed police lines everywhere in the field that was quite familiar to Irie. The girl was still on top of the glass, still staring into the sky. The sheet of ice that covered her encased the perfect beauty, and every delicate part of her was heightened by the light of the ice. Irie stared. "...how..pretty. That's so sad." Watching for a few more minutes, Irie turned the television off, playing with the thin chains wound around her waist..[/COLOR]

Is this starting sometime soon? Please? PMs seem to have lost their effectiveness.

All these security issues were quite bothersome, really. As Cayn walked through the glass doors, he was immediately approached by guards in uniform, who were ready to take down any possible threats. Cayn stopped, fumbling through his pockets until he came up with a rumpled, creased card, barely legible. He had thought of burning it a few times, but since the card gained him access to Tact Bio without the usual fanfare of gore, he kept it. But it was a narrow decision. [I]After all, if they don't know me, what right do they have to live? Death would only remove the stupid ones, and let the smarter ones keep me in better memory.[/I] Oh yes, fulfilling the petty procedures of the top world was very irritating. It was amazing how...[I]human[/I] he seemed to be getting, but he brushed the thought away. After all, it was all part of the facade, the delusion allowed to the beings of this world. "Disgusting," he muttered, as he took the stairs. The elevators made him...uncomfortable. Down to the basements he went, feeling at home as the air, sterile as it was, became more damp. Imperceptible to humans, but again, he was not human. Thankfully. Coming to sub-basement 4, Cayn heard a slight commotion of disagreement ahead of him. Tuning into the inviting sound, he heard another vaguely familiar voice commanding the security guards to give her immediate access. Cayn chuckled quietly, amused by the imperious, no-nonsense tone of the voice. It was May, another employee of Tact Bio. Useful in her own, Cayn usually did not encounter her, and did not expect her here. However, in the overall plot, he considered her...pushy. And going further on, Cayn would call her weak. But that was not the matter at hand, and as the dissonance died away, it was obvious that May had had her way. Walking quietly again, Cayn heard the doors open, and May's steps led inside. He followed her path, wondering who else had been invited to their little gathering.

[COLOR=DarkRed]The wind blew dead air, dry with dust and grit. It was empty of scent, and empty of life. The feathers woven into Elazar's cloak ruffled, the birds he had taken them from long dead from the meager leftovers of the world. He stayed still on the rise of the hill, looking down into the deserted valley. There was no plant life left - only the stones spoke of a life that might have been, but had been wiped out before it had a chance. He gazed over to his right, watching as the Esrian woman started to make her careful way down the rubble of the hill. She turned to look at him, "Elazar?" He looked down briefly, and then nodded, "Yeah, coming." He followed her steps, and they made their way down to the crumbling brown ruins that lay atop the stones. "What do you think?" Elazar shrugged in answer, scanning the rubble. Crouching down, he crumbled the barren dirt through his fingers. [I]Dirt just like this...but it was alive.[/I] His eyes slowly went blank. Ezra interrupted him, "Elazar, don't." Just that. She remembered as well. He nodded, and stood slowly, letting the memories fall away from him just as he let the dirt slide through his fingers. It was almost a year now, that they had run. They had been unable to bury the bodies. [I]Maybe that's why these memories don't want to stay under.[/I] They surfaced, now and then, but Ezra was always there to help clear them away, and she always knew when. They were connected that way, perhaps another result of the blood-sharing. The sky was growing dark. "How much longer?" he asked. "We'll have to go under again in a couple of days, for more water. The nearest colony is about nine kilometers over, and the next Esrian village is at least five days walking." "Ok," he nodded, and then walked around the rubble a bit more. "Then I guess this is good for tonight..?" "Yes. I doubt there's anywhere worse, and we're not going to find any better." Another nod from Elazar. Looking up, he couldn't believe it had been almost a year. "At least the soil under them won't be dead," he muttered inaudibly.[/COLOR]

As the Tai-Pan disappeared into the distance, Athen turned again, a small smile flickering across his face. Pushing the button to the communicator once more, this time a small screen came to life. A guard stood at attention, "Yes sir?" "Is the prisoner secure?" "Yes sir." "I'd like a visual confirmation please." The picture on the screen obediently turned, revealing a bound woman inside a cell. Other officers stood outside the observation room - she was not quite safe to be around. As a result, she had been bound head to toe, and at the moment was sitting in one of the corners, silent and still. Athen smiled again, "I'll be over momentarily to oversee the prisoner." [I]The girl, eh? Tai-Pan, I believe we have our trump card.[/I] ___________________________________________________________ Michi sat, waiting. The man called Athen had disappeared after a brief phone call, and she had thus tried to make her escape. Unsuccessfully, to say the least. A complete failure. However, three guards had been savagely mauled, and were in critical condition. No doubt, their vision would never be completely healed. [I]Too bad they survived...when they wake up, they'll wish they were dead.[/I] It would have been much more merciful to finish the job, but the other Domo soldiers had not thought so. So now she sat, waiting under the supervision of a special unit, and several other officers, awaiting the arrival of Athen. She thought of his words earlier... [I]"...your family has had a lot to do with our organization. But surely you would know all about their untimely demise.... What business did the Tai-Pan have here?"[/I] He had left abruptly, leaving her to confused thoughts. The business of the Tai-Pan she would never reveal; all of her secrets would follow her to the grave, or worse, she was sure. The Domo Faction had never been known for kindness, especially not to the release of death. [I]But my family?[/I] What had he been talking about? For the most part, she had no recollection of her family. Her earliest memories were of the inner walls of the Tai-Pan's sanctuary. What did this Athen know of her past? Michi had been quite careful, as had the Tai-Pan, to quite utterly destroy all records of her. She was a secret tool of the Tai-Pan's, but also a weakness. And she could not reveal that weakness. So she waited.

[B]Name:[/B] Elazar Kerbasi [B]Age:[/B] 20 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Race:[/B] Human [B]Description:[/B] see attachment - all credits go to the artist [B]Weapons:[/B] Mainly a large pike with a rusty blade, Elazar carries various knick-knacks around with him, and other various blades remain hidden. He also carries several lengths of wire with him. [B]Tools:[/B] Wire, pocket knives, a gritty mirror [B]Magic:[/B] Can breathe above-ground without a device - connected to Ezra. [B]Personality:[/B] Wary and silent, his aura and demeanor often make others mistake him for an Esrian. He has been an outcast for most of his known life, and accepts it as it is. Not one to smile much, he's alert to everything around him, cautious but unpredictable. When willing, he can slip through anywhere, and none will remember seeing him. He fades into the background easily, and can go unnoticed until he deems to change the situation. For now, all he cares for is survival. [B]Biography:[/B] His family was one of the last ones to come below ground to escape the earth's degradation. Even when they came down and settled, they kept very much to themselves, staying away from other humans. The reason was because they were Esrian sympathizers, and had decided not to mingle with the humans who feared the Esrians. Despite the fact that the Esrians were willing to wipe out the human race, Elazar's family accepted this; their conciences would not allow them to do otherwise. One day, when Elazar was around the age of 17, they found a wounded Esrian that had somehow made her way to their underground village. Elazar's family took the wounded Esrian in, healing and taking care of it while it recovered. The Esrian, although wary and very aggressive at first, after a time accepted their help. The mysterious Esrian spoke nothing of its past, only staying with Elazar's family even after all wounds had healed. The Esrian, looking very like a human, blended well with their family. Elazar and the Esrian started to become friends, and more and more often took to spending time together, teaching each other their various cultures, and training with each other. The two became close enough that they declared each other as blood siblings, slitting their wrists and mingling their blood together. Thus, Elazar's human blood became mixed with Esrian blood, and vice versa. However, soon after, the humans somehow heard rumors of the Esrian staying in Elazar's family, and came to investigate. When reports were confirmed by watchers, the humans came en masse to kill the Esrian. However, Elazar and his family stood up for the Esrian, and in the process of the chaos that erupted, his family was killed. Elazar was ready to go down fighting, but the Esrian pulled him to the surface after a brief escape. Expecting to die above ground, Elazar was entirely surprised when he found that he could breathe... It was the result of the mixing of blood. Since then, the pair have been together, always traveling and wandering, outcasts of both their societies. They seek to find a balance that is not possible. OOC: Everything will be clearer later on, and with Inari's post as well. I hope this is ok.

Michi snatched up the clothes quickly, dressing herself in mere seconds. She couldn't hide the angry blush that started like a rash at her neck, spreading down to highlight her collarbone. [I]Never[/I] could she remember feeling so utterly...[I]stupid,[/I] so foolish, so..amateur. Had she really been captured so easily? And then subject to the embarrassing event of the removal of her possessions, including her garments. She bit her lip, trying to calm the rage that threatened to overflow. Slowly she stood, fully clothed, running her hand up the wall as well. Much to her chagrine, it was perfectly sealed - there was no chance of obtaining even the most base of weapons. [I]Even a rock would do, at this moment.[/I] But no, there was nothing. No chance. Until she walked through that door. Her katana and needles were gone, confiscated and most definitely far out of her reach. Rescue was another farfetched idea - the Tai-Pan would think nothing of her disappearance; he knew that Michi performed her duties on her own schedule, unless previously called for. Months could pass before she returned, and he would think nothing of it. She had been gone for months before, although it had been a long time since, and he would most likely be quite displeased. Never would she have thought to be in this situation; she had never let herself think of it. And now that she was here...she still couldn't quite grasp it. [I]Control...just keep control...[/I] Athens saw she was fully clothed,and turned to her, "Ready?" Michi immediately tensed, lowering just a bit into a wary stance. Her eyes narrowed, dark, but glittering brightly with malice and aggression. She waited, watching. [I]Ready for what?[/I]

Sorry for posting this here, but PMing seems to have lost its effectiveness. Are we going to start this up anytime soon?

The brilliant light was gentle, bursting with purity, yet caressed with the sweet bitterness of sorrow. Ann hurdled forward, watching as Ariel's sword raised, ready to break her soul. And she felt...something come [I]alive.[/I] Her blood was flowing with sweet fire, unspeakable in words. Every fiber of her body was tingling, alive and completely aware. Her wings flowed behind her,still stained, speeding her on her swift way. As Ann came closer, she watched as Ariel's eyes grew larger, beautiful purity tainted by the sudden surprise on his grave face. Her own eyes narrowed, puzzled, sorrowful. [I]...why...? Why is he...[/I] But the blazing sword came burning across her path, clear blue flame bringing heat to her skin. It touched her, passed through her. She didn't scream, didn't say a word... Ariel leapt back, the white lion jumping between them with a fierce animality. He stared at her, waiting. "Who are you??" She stood, the light still radiating from her being, a gentle aura around her. The blood glowed around her shoulder blades and wings. "I... I am Ann. Just Ann." She looked down, a silver tear tracing a smooth path down her cheek. "I'm just Ann. So why...do you hate me? Why does God hate me?" The Angel's eyes narrowed, "I do not hate you. I merely... It doesn't matter. I'm sorry, Ann, but you...should never have been." "You don't hate me, you say... But is fear..so different from hate?" Ariel said nothing. The white lion crouched, still growling, white fur ruffling in an invisible wind. Ann stretched out one hand, her fingers held out in question. "You...don't need to be afraid. Please don't be afraid," she whispered, her voice almost breaking with unshed tears. It [I]hurt[/I] her. The fire whispered in her blood, a background of roaring life in her ears. She closed her eyes, lashes dark against pale skin. The Angel said nothing, still and silent. He paused, drawn, but hesitated at a movement to his side. Looking up, Ariel met eyes with Michael. The eyes of the Arc Angel dispelled the small seed of doubt that Ariel had harnessed. Looking back to the still girl, he raised his blade once more, but this time, it felt heavier. No doubt, the new weight in his heart accompanied it. [I]Is this really necessary? But...God...[/I] Once again, he prepared to attack. And this time Ann was still, eyes closed, kneeling. She could feel his heart, his soul. And it made her...sad. It [I]hurt.[/I] To relieve his pain...would she die? [I]It's hopeless... I can't fight them. It hurts too much.[/I] She had not watched Raphael die; she would not watch Ariel either. She kept her eyes closed, unflinching against the small breath of air that signaled Ariel's attack. But she did [I]nothing.[/I] She would not watch another angel die...especially not by her hands.

[COLOR=Purple]Somewhere in the rot of the city, in a small deserted lab, a faint glow came from inside the rubble. The doors were blocked by stone and wood, and the windows had long been filled in with dirt and plant life. Small animals scurried around. The faint light came from a large orb, filled with a glowing liquid. The orb lay between the twisting branches of a large, beautiful tree, its leaves relfecting the glowing liquid and the figure within. The being lay quiet, the liquid flowing and sparkling around her as she quietly breathed. She slept...for now. But she waited; waited for something...someone...to find her. A faint scent surrounded her, which only wolves would be able to detect.[/COLOR] [COLOR=SeaGreen]Mykel looked on with wonder, holding his breath. It was the fifth night in the row that he had returned to the laboratory, sitting on the ground in front of the orb to watch the luminescent figure. She was beautiful, to say the least, but that wasn't all. There was something about her...something that he couldn't put a word to. [I]Flower Maiden...who are you? What...is your..name?[/I] He waited, still watching the quiet flowing of liquid. He would return to his home late that night, if he returned at all. The flower maiden captivated him, but he welcomed it. There was so little left in the world that was worth valuing, and he had found one of them. [I]The flower maiden...stay with me, please?[/I] [/COLOR] [COLOR=Purple]But the sleeping figure said nothing, her hair waving and sparkling in the gentle flow. She waited.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Purple][B]Human:[/B] [B]Name:[/B] Veiya [B]Occupation:[/B] Sympathetic human - Flower Maiden [B]Living Quarters:[/B] A small, run-down laboratory in the city. [B]Personality:[/B] Gentle, kind, and almost celestial. She's extremely bonded to those that are wolves, and is sensitive to their movements and feelings. Being the Flower Maiden, Veiya was developed in a laboratory in the city by a female scientist. However, the scientist thought that the experiment had failed, and left her deserted in the lab. Over a number of years, however, the scientist's young son, a Noble named Mykel, discovered the lab and the Flower Maiden. She resides still in her orb of liquid, waiting for wolves to awaken her into life. She is kind to everyone, but she has an unbreakable bond with the wolves. She was born for them.[/COLOR] __________________________________________________________________________________ [COLOR=SeaGreen][B]Human:[/B] [B]Name:[/B] Mykel [B]Occupation:[/B] Noble [B]Living Quarters:[/B] A rich house in the city [B]Personality:[/B] Serious and innocent, Mykel feels that he must protect the mysterious Flower Maiden - Veiya. After discovering her in his mother's deserted lab, he read the book of The Red Moon, discovering wolves and the Lunar Flower. He realized somehow that he had the Flower Maiden in his hands, and was drawn to her mysterious presence. Now he watches her in her orb, almost an obsession in which he wishes to keep her to himself. Thus, he feels aggressive against wolves, and vows to keep her from them. However, his intentions are not evil, but merely...one-sided.[/COLOR] OOC: Sorry for taking so long.