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[b]Name:[/b] Alanna Murrdock [b]Background:[/b] Alanna led the typical life of a teenager. She shopped, stared at boys, played basketball, stared at boys, and maintained above average grades, amoung other things. Her family belonged to the middle class and she got everything she needed, even if she didn't always get what she wanted. She attended a private school on a partial scholarship and worked after school at a local restaurant to help pay for her tuition, amoung other things (^_~). She had a small group of very close friends, but was still an all-around nice person to everyone. Alanna always dreamed of becoming a lawyer, not only to help the 'little guy', but to help her family and make sure they had anything they could every want. She had the grades and scholarship options, yet she still hesitated. If she followed this path, her dreams of becoming a recording artist would be dashed. To try and keep this hope alive, she decided to major in music as well, not matter what the costs. On the night of her embrace, she was on her way from a particularly disastrous audition. Her voice had cracked and she couldn't even remember the words, though she had written them herself. She had trudged down the dark streets, wishing she had her motorcycle and half wishing for something more, something she couldn't articulate. Obviously, someone else could. As she walked, singing quietly to herself and performing her audition almost flawlessly, a stranger stepped out of the shadows and introduced himself as a little known producer searching new blood. She eagerly accepted his offer, hoping that it would be her wildest dream come true. Afterward, she still in a bit of shock. She felt that every dream and every pure thought had been drained from her, leaving her hollow and empty. [b]Image:[/b] Alanna doesn't care much for her outward appearance and can usually be seen in black denim flare jeans and a charater tee of some kind with her hair in cornrows. When she wishes to look her best, as she did on the night of her embrace, she will braid her air into long, thin individual braids with whatever is flattering and fits her mood. Her embrace captured her in a moment of sheer joy. Her eyes look as though they're forever smiling, even when she feeds. Her skin is a perfect bronze colour and her lips have just a tinge of red, attracting her attention when she wants it. Her vocal range reflects her mood perfectly, though it usually has a rich, soulful, Alto tone. [b]Inventory:[/b] Alanna owns a Kawasaki motorcycle and carries a can of mace, but never uses it. She's too much of a nice person. [b]Sire:[/b] Marion Lewes [b]Nature:[/b] Architect [b]Demeanour:[/b] Competitor [b]Clan:[/b] Toreador [b]Generation:[/b] 13th [b]Apparent Age:[/b] around 15 or 16 [b]Embrace:[/b] November 20, 1999 (I can change this if I need to, but it's a very special date to me) [b]Physical:[/b] Strength-2, Dexterity-1, Stamina-1 [b]Social:[/b] Charisma-4, Manipulation-2, Appearance-2 [b]Mental:[/b] Perecption-2, Wits-1, Intelligence-2 [b]Talents:[/b] Alertness-3, Empathy-3, Expression-4, Streetwise-3 [b]Skills:[/b] Crafts-2, Drive-2, Performance-3 [b]Knowledges:[/b] Academics-4, Computer-3, Law-2 [b]Disciplines:[/b] Auspex-1, Presence-2 [b]Backgrounds:[/b] Mentor-3, Fame-2, Resources-2 (still has job) [I know I still have a point left, but I'm not sure what to do with it.] [b]Virtues:[/b] Conscience-4, Self Control-3, Courage-3 [b]Humanity:[/b] 7 [b]Willpower:[/b] 6 [b]Blood Pool:[/b] 6/10 ------ How's this? If anything is wrong, PM me.

Your banners are all good first: too chibi and cute second: now I'm even more afraid of needles... third: no comment. (not a bad thing, I just don't have anything to say) fourth: don't pull that trigger! fifth: no comment sixth: bloody...I like! ^_^ All in all, I like your banners. I can't wait to see more.

I guess it's okay, but the scanner mucked everything up. Done in colour pencil with slight enhancements in MGI PhotoSuite 4.

Benten walked silently through the streets of the town, drawing stares. She ignored them, as always, looking for the party the gods had summoned. She found them easily and looked over them all, trying to evalute their skill. "I assume you are the other summoned by the deities?" A girl nodded. "My name is Ki and I am here to assist you." She introduced each of the other in turn. Benten smiled at each of them, letting her eyes linger on Meteo and Tical. "I am Benten Eshou. It's a pleasure to meet you all." Her wings fluttered a little as she waited for someone to take charge.

Name: Ororro Age: 17 Gender: female Class: Wind Gun Magess Weapon Type: sniper rifle Weapon Name: Widowmaker Magic: Ripper- the fired bullet 'rips' through the air, creating a wind tunnel effect and pushing anyone in its path forcefully backwards. Even if the bullet hits something, it will continue to make a wind tunnel effect, though it will be much weaker. Physical Description: see attachment and ignore the bow and arrows Personality: loud, outspoken, sometimes thoughtless, and occasionally obnoxious. She can also be very uncaring about someone she doesn't know very well. History: Ororro has been trained as a master marksman almost from birth. She can even the tiniest of marks from long distances. Most of her family became snipers or marksmen, but she strayed from the norm and studied magic as well. Soon, she became annoyed by the endless studying and practicing and left her sensai.

Name: Benten Eshou Age: looks 14. is 150 Gender: Female Race: faerie Weapon: twin katanas strapped to back, two daggers, wooden staff Appearance: see attachment. around 3'5 Skills: flight, stealth, natural magics Attacks: Dive Bomb-Flys high , then dive bombs at enemy Dancing Swords-what does it sound like? Twirls katanas in a deadly fashion, following her enemy wherever they go Final Sacrifice-drains her to the brink of death to heal a comrade Knowledge of Ancients-can cast ancient spells she never knew

If signups are still open, could I join? -------- *Character Sheet* Name: Benten Age: looks to be around 8, but is millienia old. Species: half-demon Origin: She's unable to remember. Goal: To aid any who accept her help, regardless of species or anything else. Bio: Benten is an excellent strategist and fighter who has offered her services to countless feuding kingdoms and empires. Many scoffed at her, believing she was simply a child playing at a joke. The few who did accept often won their battles and wars. She knows of the last of the Angels and will aid any who wish from her assistance. Relations/Allies: any who accepts her help Weaponry, if any: short sword, two daggers

OOC: Sorry I haven't been posting. Kinda busy. ---------- Suuchin sat in her shop, slightly regretting not going back to the tavern after her lunch break. She had been hoping for a customer or two, but none came. She probably wouldn't even be paid for her 'hard' morning's work. Sighing, she started closing her shop and preparing to head back to the tavern, when someone knocked at her door. Praying to every god she knew that it was a customer, she put on her happiest looking smile and opened the door. "Hello and welcome to my shoppe. How may I help you?"

Daphne was on her way to the library during lunch when she passed Dragomir's classroom. She stopped at the door and watched him arrange his classroom, wondering if he would be anything like McGonagall. Her father hadn't spoken very highly of her. In fact, he had been downright rude. But that usually meant she would like the teacher, like in Ginny Weasley's case. Remembering what she was doing, she continued running to the library, hoping to finish DeMastin's homework finished in peace, and maybe even read up on a few new potions for her next class. She glanced at her schedule again. After Potions, she'd have Arthimancy, then dinner. It sounded simple enough, and she could think of worse classes to have. Shifting her thoughts back to her work, she put her homework away and strolled around the library, looking for an interesting spellbook.

Suuchin ran panting into the inn. She knew she was late but maybe if she was really quiet, no one would notice. She walked silently into the kitchen through a back door and hurriedly put on apron. So far, her plan was working. Halfway across the kitchen she heard someone clear their throat. She turned to see Kell, looking quite upset, and for good reason. This was the third time she had been late that week. She wracked her brain, trying to think of a good excuse. Several came to mind but none of them were good enough. "Umm...sorry? I know I'm late but...uhh..." She continued to glance around, hoping for an excuse to fall out of the sky.

Name: Suuchin Age: 22 Race: halfling Gender: Female Occupation: Silks Trader (people need to wear fine clothing, no?)/Interior Decorator/Waitress House Type: Brick House Looks: see attachment Small Bio: Suuchin has travelled the world in search of the finest silks and once she finally had them, she couldn't find anyone willing to buy them. She tried everything from lowering prices to giving away gifts. On the verge of giving up, she learned of a newly formed town called Black Haven. She hurried there immeadiately and set up shop, only to find she got little to no business. She tried other endeavours to the same result. She now works part-time in Kell's tavern to support her business. Suuchin is cocky, over-confindent, and easily distracted, but a hard worker who almost never gives up.

Daphne ran to DADA as fast as she could. She had woken up late because of that darn Muggle alarm clock and been late to Care of Magical Creatures, but she was determined to be on of the first to the rest of her classes. She skidded to a halt outside the door straightened her robes and walked calmly in to classroom. There was only one other person there, a Slytherin girl who's name she didn't know. She walked up to her and smiled. "Hello, I'm Daphne Ma... just Daphne." She waited for a response, but all the girl did was look at her and turn away. Undaunted, Daphne took a seat near the middle of the classroom and waited for everyone else. She had the odd feeling Professor Zhou was watching her, but she ignored it and started sketching on a piece of parchment.

Daphne yawned happily. She was glad to be in Hufflepuff, unlike all the rest of her family, who had ended up in Syltherin. Yawning again, she sat patiently and waited for the feast to end. She was a perfect now, and had to show the first years to their dormitories. She drifted into a light sleep and was awakened what seemed like only seconds later by another prefect yelling for first years to follow him. She yawned again and followed suit, leading the newest Hufflepuffs to to the common room and showing them where there dorms were. Yawning again, she sat by the fire, waiting for someone to talk to. She had been so bored over the summer. Her father wouldn't let her write to anyone and he refused to let her practice on her broom. The entire summer had dragged by this way, only puntuated with joy by Dobby's visits. She often counted the days until the house elf would come. But now that she was back at school, all of that was behind her. Yawning again, she decided not to wait any longer and headed to bed.

Serena stepped forward, determined to be seen. "I am Serena, this is Rey," she pointed to him and he inclined his head as a greeting, "and that is Dmitri. He has no manners, so don't mind him." She heard him growl behind her and choose to ignore it for the moment, but kept her hand near the dagger at her waist. "I'm glad I've finally met you, Ki. I have heard many things about you. I hope we haven't interrupted you. I apologize if we have." Serena stopped, at a lost for words. [i]This is a first. I think it's time to shut my mouth.[/i]

"So you're just going to leave me?! Hello, are you two even listening to me?! Hello?!" Serena sighed inwardly. [i]The things I do...[/i] With that thought she hurried down the mountain after them.

Serena shrugged. "Sure, but you'll be dead by the time that archer is finished, so I'll come back later and make sure nothing picks over your remains. Unless you know some kind of magic to get him out of there now, I'd leave. I think they're going to shoot soon, so you need to make a decision."

Serena walked up into the Kobold Hills, careful not to make a sound, when she heard shouting near a cave entrance. She decided to help, otherwise the day would be a complete waste. She sighed and headed in the direction of the sound, not wanting to waste more time than she had to. She was a little shocked to see a grey elf standing by the blocked entrance. "Strange enough, but it could be worse." she muttered to herself. "What are you doing here?" "Getting an idiot out of a cave. I could use some help," Dmitri answered. "I can still hear you," replied someone else. "Hey, you're that knight from before that took the fun out of ransacking that farm! Why should I help you? Are you going to pay me? If not, I have some kobolds to steal from."

Just to let you know, I don't have the software to color it (mostly because I refuse to use paint and MGI PhotoSuite hates me) and my pen has just been laid to rest. It died on me yesterday, right in the middle of this. It's kinda lopsided and doesn't have a real name, but I'm thinking of adding more tanks with people in them in the background.

This summer, I've been channelling some of my boredom into sketches. This one's supposed to be a gypsy. I haven't exactly gotten around to inking it, but that's coming in the near future, probably during my free period.

Name: Daphne Malfoy Age: 15 Year: fifth Gender: Female House Preference: anything other than Slytherin (just to be a black sheep) Good/Evil: Good Wand: 12 1/2 inches, mahogany, Pet: a monkey named Aggaememnon Personality: She's a fun-loving, out-going girl who would do anything to get away from her family's reputation. Biography: Daphne is constantly taunted by any and all Slytherins who know the name Malfoy, but she's learned to look past it and is one of the best in her year. She's also the ___________ keeper, much to the distaste of her father. She also has Muggle born boyfriend. Appearance: 5'5, pale skin, blonde hair with black streaks dyed in, and grey eyes.

Serena rummaged through the abandoned farm, looking for anything of value. NCP's always had something of value, every good theif knew that. She left, very disappointed. All she had found were a few gold coins and a bit of metal. She walked away grumbling, thinking about logging out. She had a very large pile of homework waiting at home. She kept walking until she bumped headfirst into something, something hard. She looked up into the eyes of a very large, very angry kobold. She backed away, drawing her sword as she did. This probably won't be easy, but it might prove to be fun.

Actually, that's perfect. But, just to let you know, The Jackal ain't just paranoid. More like psychotic. He has a cage on his head and wears a straitjacket. Anyway, here's my signup. Name: Alanna Rafkin Age: 16 Sign: The Angry Princess Short Bio: Alanna, though considered one of the most beautiful girls at school, has never conisdered herself beautiful. She strives for the perfection seen in magazines and movies. She never leaves the house without at least an hour's worth of work, even if it's just to get the mail. Her makeup had to be perfect, her skin had to be flawless, and her hair could not be out of place. She even slit her friends' wrists for blood to make the perfect red lipstick. When possessed by Dana, she hunts down all the flawless beauties, often mutilating them beyond all recognition. The ghosts' profiles are copied directly from [url=http://www.13ghosts.com]The Thirteen Ghosts Movie Site[/url]. If you need further information on the movie, go there.

Thirteen Ghosts: Signups This is loosely based on the movie, Thirteen Ghosts. It takes place twenty years after the movie ends. ----- [img]http://kasoubutoukai.250free.com/13ghosts4.JPG[/img] In our town, there's this old, glass, supposedly haunted, house. Some eccentric millionaire used to live there. According to the urban legends, he gathered a bunch of ghosts and tried to summon the devil or some evil knowledge, or something. But no one beleives that anymore. No one, execpt for me. My uncle, Rafkin,used to work for him, Cyrus Kriticos. He found the twelve ghosts that were imprisoned inside the house. After they were freed, they didn't just float off somewhere. They're still here, twenty years later...and they want revenge. They possess people who live as they once did, that are going through the same things. I have to track these people down before something terrible happens, but I'm a little late. There's already things on the news about sudden, random deaths. ------ Signup Sheet Twelve Signs of the Dark Zodiac Name: Age: Sign: This is the sign of the Black Zodiac represented by your ghosts. See the list below. Short Bio: Three to five paragraphs is suffient. Innocent Bystanders, People sensitive to ghosts, etc. (Up to 5) Name: Age: Short Bio: What could you have done to piss of a ghost? And anything else worth mentioning. ----- Black Zodiac (in order) and Back Stories for the Ghosts The First Born Son is the ghost of a little boy who looks relatively normal ? except for the arrow spiked through the middle of his forehead. Backstory: Little Billy Michaels loved to dress up like his heroes, the cowboys on TV. The seven year-old never listened to his mother, and his father dubbed him ?Billy the Brat. ? But his parents never disciplined him, and little Billy always just did what he wanted. And now Billy?s sorry that he never listened to his mom, who suggested that he not play Cowboys and Indians with a real bow and arrow ? and that he not shoot the arrow straight up into the air the way that his buddy Danny did. Wrapped in cellophane, The Torso trundles through the basement accompanied by his decapitated head. The actor, a double amputee, wore a black hood during filming so that the digital effects team could later ?remove? his head from his body. Backstory: Jimmy ?The Gambler? Gambino never learned his lesson. A constant scammer and gambler, he always had a knack for landing on his feet. Larry ?Three-Times? always warned Jimmy not to get in over his head, his head, his head. But The Gambler didn?t listen and he lost his shirt in a big poker game with a made guy. He would have bet his wife and kids if he had any, but since he didn?t, The Gambler ran off ? welching on the bet. The mob caught up with Jimmy and made an example of him. Actually, several small examples, wrapped in cellophane. In her heyday, The Bound Woman was a pretty cheerleader who was strangled on a prom date gone bad. A compound fracture appliance was used to simulate her broken neck, and contact lenses give her eyes a suitably hemorrhaged appearance. Backstory: The envy of every girl in school, Susan LeGrow was the prom queen and a cheerleader. She won an academic scholarship to state college but decided to stay in town and marry Chet, her high school sweetheart. But the after-prom party turned into a nightmare when Chet caught Susan in Billy Bob?s arms. No one really knows what happened that night, but a week later they found Susan?s body buried beneath the football field?s fifty-yard line, strangled to death. The Withered Lover is the ghost of Jean Kriticos, who perished in a fire. With half of her face and hands horribly burned and scarred, Jean wears a hospital gown and pulls an IV drip behind her. Backstory: She was a loving mother and wife. Outgoing and smart, everybody?s favorite PTA mom, she devoted all of her time to her family. Her husband loved her and her kids adored her. Although her daughter grew up too fast, she wanted her son to remain a child forever. When the freak accident occurred, she died while racing to save her kids ? her dreams of a happy home snuffed forever. Because The Torn Prince is the ghost of a teenager who was wiped out in a car accident, he is quite handsome when viewed from the left, but the entire right side of his body and face are dramatically ripped and shredded, the result of his lethal road rash. A particularly gruesome aspect of his effects makeup is an intricate face piece that exposes his skull and brain. Backstory: In 1953, Royce Clayton was Valley High?s baseball superstar, wearing his letterman jacket everywhere he went. Everything was handed to Royce on a silver platter, and he felt untouchable. But this cocky James Dean wannabe went too far one night. He challenged the local greaser to a drag race and thought he had it in the bag. But he didn?t brake in time and ended up the star of a fiery wreck instead ? never to crack a bat again. Perhaps the most subtlely disturbing of the ghosts is The Angry Princess, a young woman who committed suicide. Completely nude, gashed from head to toe and drained of all blood, her full body make-up includes smeary lipstick, dark runny eyeliner and black contact lenses that turn her eyes into deep pits. Backstory: Dana Newman was a psychotic beauty who never believed she was beautiful. Always searching for perfection, not a single strand of her hair could ever be out of place. Famous for her insane tantrums, they called her ?Beauty the Beast. ? Finally giving up on achieving perfection, she took her last beauty bath and slashed her own wrists. When they found her, they said she remained as gorgeous in death as she had been in her wasted life ? despite being covered in hundreds of self-mutilating slash marks. Another angry blast from the past is The Pilgrimess. Accused of witchcraft, she was sentenced to die from exposure and the abuse of her fellow townspeople. In the afterlife, she is permanently locked in wooden stocks. Her gnarled, wrinkled face was created by means of a weathered-flesh piece and further accented by opaque contact lenses, which give her a milky, sightless look. Backstory: Miss Isabella Smith was a young lady without family who decided to take the journey from England across the Atlantic to the new colonies in 1675. But once she settled in a small New England town, her separatist ways isolated her from the tight-knit townsfolk. When the town?s preacher accused her of witchcraft, she denied it as a matter of course. But the town turned against her ? much livestock had mysteriously died that month and only a witch could work such magic ? so Isabella was sentenced to death in the stocks. The theory behind The Great Child and The Dire Mother is that the demented mother manipulated her giant-sized baby in an attempt to create a monster son who would be capable of carrying out her elaborate revenge fantasies. In the film, the duo is comprised of a heavyset man wearing only an enormous diaper and a vomit-covered bib over his prodigious stomach, and a tiny woman whose aged and peeling face stands out in grotesque contrast to her girlish outfit and pony-tailed hair. Backstory: Margaret Shelburne was a shy woman who could never stand up for herself ? probably because she was only three feet tall. She was imprisoned by a band of gypsy lumberjacks ? forced to live in a cage as their freak show version of entertainment. But her secret union with Jimbo, the man they said had the ?iron swing? with his mighty axe, produced her pride and joy ? her giant 300 pound son, Harold. Harold was spoiled and smothered from infancy by Margaret, who raised him to be her protector and to carry out vengeance on the gypsy lumberjacks who imprisoned her. Harold took to Jimbo?s axe with a passion and was soon felling rows upon rows of giant redwoods. But he soon graduated to human lumber, yelling ?Timber!? every time he chopped a gypsy lumberjack at the roots. After Harold sliced his way through the camp, both mother and son were finally killed by a torch-waving mob that wanted to put Harold through the wood chipper. But despite repeated attempts, the mob couldn?t manage to stuff his giant body into the chute. The Hammer is the bloodthirsty spirit of a murderous blacksmith. His ghostly incarnation features spikes and nails embedded in his head and body, a large hammer bolted to his wrist in place of a hand, and chains enveloping his torso. One of the more elaborate ghosts, his look was achieved through the creation of prosthetic appliances, including full head make-up, a foam body suit and the hammer-hand piece. Backstory: George Markley was a happy, honest blacksmith in the 1890s ? until the local townspeople wrongfully accused him of stealing and drove him out of town. Enraged, George snapped and tracked down the ten people responsible and hammered them to death. The townsfolk finally captured him and dragged him back to the blacksmith shop, where he received a brutal form of frontier justice ? his captors drove nails into his body and chopped off the blacksmith?s most prized possessions, his hands, and left them out for the crows to pick over his dying body. Another visually terrifying ghost is The Jackal, whose crazed face with its yellow eyes and deadly sharp fangs peers out through a rusty metal cage that has been locked around his head. An escapee from a turn-of-the-century lunatic asylum, this feral, hunched-over creature also sports a hideous set of lethally long claws. ?The Jackal? required full body makeup, as well as an iron cage anchored around his head. Prosthetic gloves with elongated nails and yellow contact lenses complete his bestial countenance. Backstory: In 1908, Ryan Kuhn was a deeply disturbed psycho patient of Borehamwood Asylum. He was locked up because of his insatiable appetite for women ? specifically, for attacking and biting them! After years of unrelenting imprisonment with his arms stretched back in a straightjacket and his body twisted grotesquely, his limbs grew horrid in shape. He hated any kind of human contact and was revolted if anyone came near. When a fire broke out in his wing of the Asylum, everyone but Ryan escaped. People still talk about how he ran away from rescuers shouting ?Keep away!? He preferred instead to face a fiery uncertainty than to let anyone touch him. Finally, the twelfth and perhaps most lethal ghost is The Juggernaut, who died in a hail of bullets. As a result, in the afterlife his body is riddled with bullet holes from head to toe. The character required a full body suit with makeup and five separate appliances for his forehead, nose, neck, chin and hands. Backstory: Breaker Mahoney was a massive, seven-foot tall serial killer. Horribly disfigured, he towed stranded motorists back to his junkyard and brutally murdered them. he would literally rip them apart with his bare hands and ?break? them into as many pieces as possible. When the local authorities finally tracked him down, the immensely powerful murderer was impossible to subdue physically. But, as Breaker ultimately discovered, all men are ?breakable? ? and he bit the dust when the cops pumped him full of lead. The thirteenth and final sign is The Sacrifie of Life, a ghost who is created. [img]http://kasoubutoukai.250free.com/13ghosts1.JPG[/img] ----- I know there aren't a lot of details, but they come later during the story. Everyone from the movie, including the people who died, will be NCPs. Everyone who survived will be, of course, twenty years older and trying to forget or distance themselves from what happened. ----- Remember: The Great Child and The Tiny Mother work like a tag team; The people who are being possessed live like the ghosts did (Example: The Angry Princess's lover drove her to suicide, The Tiny Mother loved her child so much that it killed them both, The Withered Lover was torn from their beloved, The Bound Woman was somehow trapped by life and society, The Jackal is insane [nuff said], etc.); Just because a label signifies a sex, the player doesn't have to be of the same sex; Relationships work the same as gender (Example: The Great Child can be a spoiled wife and the Tiny Mother could be her husband); The ghosts are meant to be alter egos, in other words NCP's!! PAY ATTENTION!!!!; USE YOUR FRICKIN' IMAGINATIONS PEOPLE!!!!!

[u]Character Lists[/u] [b]People Outside of the Matrix[/b] [i]User~Name~Nickname~Ship~Gender~Age[/i] OekakiOtaku~Jillian Pontecorro~Isis~Horus~Female~17 Dmitri_Dragoon~Dmitrius Alexander Ramonitov~Xander~Horus~Male~22 Akki Koroshiya~Akki Koroshiya~Angel~Cyclops~Male~21 Wondershot~Vine Hart~Zohan~Logos~Male~16 Trigun11~Kai Scott~Slash~Cyclops~Female~13 OtakuSennnen~James Parker~Scope~Logos~Male~25 OekakiOtaku~Serena Yago~Operator/Oracle~Horus~Female~13 [b]People Inside the Matrix[/b] [i]User~Name~Age~Gender~Status[/i] Jay~Chris Ellman~18~Male~Still In Matrix terra~Crystal Yumiro~19~Female~Still In Matrix [b]Machines and Agents[/b] [i]User~ID No.~Type~Alliance[/i] Wondershot~RAS001001~Raptor Special Series~Against Humanity OtakuSennen~R-163892~Runner~Against Humanity Wondershot will be playing any agents. If anyone else would like to as well, PM me. ----------- Jillian walked through the crowded streets of New York. Even though she knew almost every single one of these people were simulated, she was still wary. Serena had created this program and had warned her of a few 'surpises'. Wondering what they could be, Jillian rounded yet another corner, coming face to face with an agent. Not just any agent, though it could very well be, but this one looked exactly like the first she had ever met. A million thoughts raced through her head and she was about to turn and run when he spoke. "Ms. Pontecorro, how nice to see you again. I'm afraid we were never properly introduced. I'm--" She turned and glared at him. "You are a nameless, faceless program, nothing more. And my name is Isis. You'd do well not to forget it." Her cell phone rang, scaring her a bit. Then she realized it was still just a program, meant to simulated the Matrix. She flipped it open and listened, frowning a bit. She closed the phone and returned it to her pocket, then smirked and pulled out her twin Colts. She wasn't sure how much damage they would actually do, but it was worth a shot. She was just about to open fire when the agent did something completely unexpected. He raised his hands in surrender. "Jillian, calm down. It's just a program, no need to get trigger happy." She sighed. "Serena, get me out of here." Immeadiately, the surroundings flashed a brilliant white and she opened her eyes, once again inside her ship, the Horus. She jumped out of the chair and headed for her room, glaring at Serena as she passed. "Sorry? I didn't think you would shoot. Jillian?" She continued walking, not speaking to anyone.

Since no one has decided to make a character from Zion, I'll do it. [b]Name:[/b] Serena Yago [b]Nickname:[/b] Operator/Oracle(in Matrix) [b]Age:[/b] 13 [b]Appearance:[/b] [i]Real World[/i] Serena has short chin length black hair with many thin brown streaks, grey-green eyes, and dark brown skin. She wears the exact same thing as Jillian (idol worship and all). [i]In The Matrix[/i] Oracle has fire engine red hair, violet eyes, and dark brown skin. She usually wears the same thing as Jillian, minus the tattoo and with a choker with a platinum ankh on it. [b]Alliance:[/b] with humanity [b]Short Bio:[/b] Serena was born and raised in Zion and acts as the operator. Recently, she has created a program so that she can appear in the Matrix. She looks up to Jillian and decided to join her crew when she was 10. She's been working as operator since. [b]Ship:[/b] The Horus [b]Weapons:[/b] pair of uzis The RPG has started but signups are still open for anyone interested.