Eclectic

I used to direct movies with my barbies for some reason. I don't know why, but that's what I did all the time. That, and play Super Mario Bros. on my SNES, which I still have. I also used to collect pogs, those little cardboard circle disc thingies... Never mind. I'm sure no one remembers them. Oh, and I made clothes for my teddy bear. Hey, where's my bear? TEEEEEEEDDYYYYYYYY!!

Christmas this year... hmmm... -$600+ dollars worth of PS2 products, icluding the system, wireless internet connection, additional controller, and several games -A car. I should have my permit by Christmas, right? -Giftcards to Best Buy, Tower Records, FYE... You get the idea. -Money -various art supplies -a new cell phone/MP3 player/2-way -a domain name -PSP8 I think that's about it for the moment.

Arch and FirePhoenix, you're both in. Signups will stay open for at least another week. Please try to make an almost even number of homo sapiens and superiors.

Character Sign-Up (If any changes and such need to be made, PM me) ---------- Name: Arrea (ar-RE-uh) Marsters (not related to the Masters in any way) Code Name: Benzaiten Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: [url=http://www.uploadit.org/files/251003-rikku2.PNG]Arrea[/url] Mutation/Powers: slight control over waters/liquids, empathy Originally From: New Orleans, Louisiana Affiliation: Xavier's School for the Gifted; X-Men Current Location: Xavier's School, Bayville Known Family: Jonathan Marsters (father), Maria Marsters (mother), and Lia Anne Marsters (younger sister) Personality: Arrea is bright, perky, a little ditzy, and all around good natured. Though she can be a little overly happy at times, her joy usually doesn't bother anyone. Biography: Arrea lived a normal life in one of the more posh quarters of Louisiana. She went to school, roamed Le Rue Bourbon, and talked incessantly. Her parents are very liberal and gave her lee-way to do just about anything within reason. A little after her fourteenth birthday, a large fire broke out near her home. For weeks, all she could do was cry as the survivors lamented for their lost friends and family. Shortly after, she left home for an exclusive private school near Lake Erie. Whenever she could, she spend a few minutes staring into the waters, trying to distance herself from the thoughts of her classmates. Sometimes, she just barely touch the water to watch the ripples she could make. One day, she discovered her ability to manipulate water. She played with the power, making sodas explode at mealtimes and scaring people by making water in a bowl swirl during a 'seance'. Slowly, Arrea began to realize she'd need some control over her powers of empathy, even if they sometimes helped. She learned of Xavier's School and contacted them as soon as possible.

That's so cute, and really well coloured. I approve! *gives big stamp of approval* Well, I'm still looking for a place to host my pic. Any suggestions? If you have one, you must first comment on Megumi's art. Edit: Okay, it's been uploaded. It's not much to look at, but it's mine. [img]http://www.uploadit.org/files/241003-sketchies.png[/img]

I have two sketches I want to post, but they're too big to attach to a reply. I'll find somewhere else to upload them and get back. In the meantime, take a look at my most recent piece on DA. The link's in my sig.

I'll sign up for this. Please save me a spot as a lightning stones user. Thanks much.

I don't know if I commented on this on DA, but he looks a lot less cute and innocent, but in a good way. Before he seemed deceivingly cute. Now, he's just scares me, but in a good way. I like the details on the scythe. Even though it would never be usable, it looks good. Rating: 10/10

I hate double posting, but I suppose I have to. Here's another banner. It's two picks from the Animatrix's 'Program'. Really good DVD, that it is. ^_^ Enjoy.

Angelus_Necare, Hayate, and animangademon, you're in. One small change for everyone. Please indicate whether you're homo sapien or superior. Thanks for showing interest.

Name: Jenniyah Race: Centaur Gender: Female Age: 61 (human half appears to be 13) Appearance: Personality: Jenniyah tries to act very sagely(it's probably not a word, but it works) and often fails, laughing at what seems to be nothing at all. If the situation desparately calls for it, she is as serious as she can possibly be and what is considered the norm for her species. Bio: Weapon: large mythril scythe Magic: very limited telepathy/telekinesis, divination (astrology, reading signs from nature, etc.) ------- I'll complete this later.

The quote is 'Two steps is commitment...'. It comes from my new found love for all things Roadrunner (the record label). As for Angel Sanctuary, I've never actually seen or read it. -_- Here's yet another banner, this time made from a pic I found on [url=http://www.deviantart.com]DeviantART[/url]. It was one of the day's favourites a few days ago. Enjoy.

In my area (Philly region), there's the State Penitinary (which I want to go to but can't convince anyone to go with me), the Thirteenth Floor (which I heard was closed because of health issues and the fact no one wanted to sign that binding contract), and at least four or five other haunted houses/hayrides/mazes, as well as Dorney Park, Six Flags, and some other place I can't remember. So, if you're in the area sometime and feel like spending time with a girl you don't know in a jail cell, give me a call! ^_^

This was inspired by a song called 'Frequency' by on a sampler I got at school, I Love Metal. I'll try to attach the song later. Be forewarned, if the CD is called "I Love Metal", guess what the songs are gonna be...that's right, metal. See? You're learning already... -------- Long ago, a lording race tried to perfect its technological inferiors. After decades of experimentation and occasionally torture, they found that a simple radio wave was all they need to achieve their 'noble' task. Enormous radio towers were erected intermittently across the planet and once they had become advanced enough, satellites. When the inferior race heard this radio wave, usually a slight static on radios, televisions, internet, and the like, their automatically tuned into an image of their world, be it for better or worse. The lording race became like gods and often times sat marveling at their 'creations'. Over time, they noticed that each generation, several would be born who were not affected by the radio waves. This problem could be corrected by a small change in frequency. Regularly, they made these changes and ignored the inferior race completely until time for the next change. They didn't notice that over time, these anomalies would again become immune to the waves. They realize what has been going on for these many millennia and will attempt to ban together. Whether they succeed or fail is your choice. --------- Okay, here's the deal. This all takes place on Earth, that ball of water and dirt we are all probably living on. The inferior race are homo sapiens (humans). The superior race is homo superior (because I could think of nothing better). Easy enough, no? The homo superiors have distanced themselves both emotionally and physically from the homo sapiens. There are those who stray from this norm, but they are few and far between. You can be of either race. PM me with any problems. [i][b]I RESEVRVE THE RIGHT TO ACCEPT OR DECLINE YOUR SIGNUP AND ASK FOR A SHORT WRITING OR POSTING SAMPLE![/b][/i] Just wanted to make things clear. --------- Name: Age: 15 or older Appearance: Power: Homo superiors only. Very much like X-Men. See list below. Weapons: Homo sapiens only for the most part, homo superiors in rare cases. Short Bio: Personality: Other: Anything else you deem important. Optional, but suggested. Might help you avoid being asked for a writing sample. --------- Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, Technology, Electricity, Sound, Holy, Dark, Light, Metal, More may be added later. PM me if you would like one not on the list. --------- PM me if clarification of any kind is needed. Below is a list of those accepted or rejected, those who need to add something, and those who need to PM me ASAP. --------- [b]Accepted[/b] [color=sienna]animangademon (Ty Burlington) Angelus_Necare (Fenn Harris) Hayate (Hitoma Larime) Arch (Arch K'irik Don) FirePheonix727 (Getarin)[/color] [b]Rejected[/b] -none at the moment- [b]PM Immediately[/b] -none at the moment- [b]Changes Needed[/b] -none at the moment-

To avoid any further issues with this thread, I'm deleting it. Yes, it seemed like a very good idea at the time, but it has long since died. I can't actually delete it until I get home (at school at the moment) and have more time, but if one of the mods reads this, I'd be very grateful if you did it for me.

Here's a DNAngel banner with a tiny, barely visable quote from doubleDrive's 'Imprint'. Enjoy. I have quite a few more.

Name: Sarabi Oakenfold Age: 21 Gender: Female Affiliation: GP Rank: Second Class Detective Weapons: Colt (don't think I know the names of guns, just the ones they use in movies way too much) and uhh...give me a minute... a guitar. I'm an Furi Kuri fan-girl. Powers: Sarabi has large white wings with which she can fly or glide. She also has anger management issues. Hey, I consider anger a power! Vehicle: Vespa much like Haruko's, expect baby blue. Appearance: see attachment and add clothing... History: Sarabi lived a childhood of seclusion due to her wings. She never really played with other children and buried herself in her studies and books. She graduated near the top of class, the only thing holding her back being her temper. She joined the Galaxy Police to put her intelligence to good use. After a few years and a large amount of kissing up and covering her mistakes, she rose to a second class detective. After one particular 'temper tantrum' in front of a very large amount of people, she was sent to Squad 372 on Gaia. Personality: Sarabi is a very serious and straightforward person for the most part. If she is given a task, she completes it to the best of her ability. She also has a much softer and more vulnerable side that many never get the chance to see.

After a long bit of wandering slightly aimlessly through the local mini mall and being asked more than once if I needed any help, I brought an as-is Medusa costume, sans snake hair headpiece. When I got home, I realized just how much black and gold don't look right on me. So I'm cutting up the dress and adding some black lace to it, wearing a pure white blouse with ruffles if I can find one, and my favourite black dress pants and being a vampire. It kinda reminds me of Louis... Anyhow, I'm going all out because a. it's a tradition in my school, b. I think I'll be getting extra credit for doing it, c. I like black lace... d. I'm pretty sure you get free admission to the state penitentury with a costume. Not many people I know are crazed enough to go into a former prison so that's where I shall attempt my friends to go with me.

I like both. The first is kinda dark and that's the kind of person I am. The second is kinda funny and goffy and bright. Great job on both.

My family's geneaology has left me completely and utterly confused as to what I am. When I look in the mirror, I see an African-American girl whose to confused to say much else about her ethnicity.

Glad you like it. Here's another. Again, it's of Angel Sanctuary and has the same text in either the middle or background, I can't remember which.

Mave watched these people from the trees, gently fingering the amulet hanging from her neck. Why did they argue so? She crept closer, watching them all intensely. Quietly, she pulled herself into a nearby tree, trying not to attract any attention. She had almost succeed, but slipped and made he branches sway. She quickly steadied them and held her breath. [i]As long as no one notices...[/i]

I've started playing around with different effects on MGI Photo Suite, the transparency one in particular. Just tell me what you think and what I may need to work on. This one I made from an Angel Sanctuary wallpaper from animewallpapers.com. Enjoy.

OOC: I really hope this doesn't die. I've written an entirely different post. Just hope it's good enough. ------- She awoke the next night, restless for some reason. She remembered very little of what had happened in the past twenty-four hours, only that she had blown any chance of every getting a part in the play now, and there was no way she'd get a record deal now, unless... Her thoughts drifted a little, foggy memories making themselves known. She'd seen a man, he had told her his name...Marion... He'd done something else as well, something wrong, but what? She continued to ponder when a little groan sounded. She suddenly became aware of her surroundings. She wasn't in her own bed in her cramped little apartment. This room was at least twice as large as that dingy apartment and the bed was enormous. She looked down at herself. Someone had bathed her and changed her clothes. She now wore a beautiful silk and lace nightgown. Now she looked towards where the sounds had come from. A man, just a little younger than she, sat tied to a chair and seemingly asleep. Alanna crawled to the edge of the bed and watched him carefully. He wasn't asleep, who could sleep that way? No, he was unconscious and very scared at the moment. He was almost afraid to wake up. Taking a deep breath, she got up and slipped on the robe near the bed. Quietly, she walked up and kneeled beside him, watching him just a little more. There was something so attractive about him, so alluring, she could barely fight it. She shook him gently and whispered comforting words into his ear. He opened one eye and gave her a once-over. He decided she wasn't much of a threat at the moment and relaxed. Slowly, she gained his trust and eventually untied him. They talked for a short while, Alanna smirking most of the time. She still couldn't understand what she loved so much about him. Then he told her what had happened to him and how he had come here. Two men had mugged him and knocked him unconscious. They brought him here in an old Ford. When she asked how he knew this, he said he woken up once but later bumped his head on the hard door. They had moved to the bed by now and she had sat, listen raptly and never interrupting. Now she looked away, blushing a little. Her story seemed so stupid now, so impossible. He moved closer and leaned in to kiss her. Then she noticed it. There were little blood stains on his shirt and his neck showed signs of a small trickle down the middle of his head, probably from hitting his head in that car. She pulled away and looked at the rest of him. Tiny stains covered him completely. Now she knew, now she understood why she couldn't resist him though it wasn't the whole reason. The night before really hadn't been a dream. She leaned in a little as did he. She savored the kiss, though he said her lips were so cold. She didn't care. The stains on his shirt bothered her so much, she took it off. He obviously misunderstood and tried to do the same, but she pulled away again. His chest, arms, and back were riddled with scars. It was too much to bear. Giving in just a little, she held him close and covered his neck in slow, deliberate kisses and caresses. She knew it was wrong and couldn't take much more, but this felt so right, this new pleasure. She pondered it, hping to distact herself from his many scars. -------- OOC: I'm guessing you would roll to see if she frenzies. And I don't think I used her powers of empathy correctly. PM me either way and I'll edit if I need to.

I've heard 'Harder to Breathe' constantly on the radio. Though I liked it when I first heard it, it's getting annoying. It could simply be that I hear it to much, but they do have an interesting sound, especially with the vocals. Just my opinion.