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[size=1][color=slategray]I looked into [B]Kashimashi ~ Girl Meets Girl[/B], definitely something I'd be into. I suppose now I have to wait. >> Oh, and I have a question. Would [B]Revolutionary Girl Utena[/B] be something I should check out? From what I've read, it deals with some pretty heavy lesbian themes. I wish some more companies would start getting licenses for yuri manga, it would make it so much easier for people like me. XD[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray][quote]TIME PARADOX!!![/quote] Look what you did, Ayokano. XD My to-do list for the past remains. But, I'd also go back and stop myself from breaking glass bottles in front of DrugTown.... that wasn't smart. And I was too afraid to go back down there for two whole years. Haha.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Oh, you guys have no idea how excited I am. I finally got Photoshop back! ^.^ Well, since I'm rather rusty on making banners and other graphic art, I decided to play around with it again, get familiar with the controls again. You know. So, as I was messing around with it, I created this with a smexy picture of Ritsuka from the manga Loveless. I'm actually pretty proud of it, for not really making anything for about a year. It was simple, but I think it turned out pretty well. I mainly just did film grain on the image, did some things with lining in the background. That sort of stuff. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v177/ShadowFox71/Lovelesstestbanner.jpg[/IMG] So. Opinions? Feedback? I'd appreciate comments a lot. I'll continue to mess around until I get a good feel with Photoshop again. So, expect some more soon.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]It was odd, what had happened. As if, they'd all been lifted off into nothing. Similar to the surreal world of LSD. Wendy knew it all, and that seemed to relate to the current situation most. It all seemed delightful in the beginning, until you came to the cruel realization of what you would feel like later. "Your offspring will be in the finest care money can buy! Do not worry for them. This theme park is all about the realism of a child's Utopia. You must feel secure in your decisions! You can come retrieve your children at any time you please! So, relax, and let your child have an unforgettable experience." This had been the reply to the outburts of protest when it was said that you could not accompany your own children into Neverland. Surprisingly this eased and cleansed many minds. Even Wendy had thought it somewhat dodgy, but she couldn't place her finger on what seemed threatening. She bit her tongue and went with it. Their mother, the mother of the Darling children had been so persistent. Insisted that they went in, even without her. She seemed eager to repay them, for abondoning them, disappearing those many years ago. Wendy was nothing less than ecstatic to be reunited with her younger brothers. She was willing to do anything to give them one happy day. Maybe she had gained more traits from her mother than she'd taken into consideration. But then something happened. Everything took a turn for the worse. The laughing turned to fear and confusion. Something about it overwhelmed her. Wendy was no longer feeling the sense of pure bliss and freedom that she had upon entering the theme park. The one time should had truly gotten a break from drugs and eroticism. Something went wrong that day. "Wendy?" A feeble voice cried out. "Wendy? Please wake up!" A small sob came from her side. She cracked her eyes open. Her nostrils filled with an earthy scent, so different from the clublife smells. "John, John! She's awake!" Wendy heaved herself up from off the ground. Her clothes covered in a sandy textured dirt. She looked up to find Michael standing by her, his eyes brimmed with tears. "... What happened?" Her voice came out raspy. She immediately stopped talking, the sound reminded her of the time before she'd had the secondary operation, where they'd worked on her vocal cords. "You passed out," John told her, holding out a hand to help her up. She took it. She made sure to clear her throat before speaking again. "But... [I]where[/I] are we?" She asked, scanning their surroundings. "You are in Neverland." What seemed to be a disembodied voice replied. The three of them flinched. They turned around. A group of kids stared back at them. They seemed to be in a long age range, five to seventeen, perhaps. But they all had a familiar look going about them. Roughed up and morbid. Hardly any of them were smiling. Not the most encouraging welcoming commitee. The Darlings remained silent. "Welcome."[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Before the man had any time to reply to Tessa's actions, another member of the group started to talk. She'd earlier heard him address himself as Kyle Ashcraft. She watched him with interest and slipped her arm away from the blind bounty hunter. Apparently they were going to an inn. Tessa was disappointed, resting now? At this early stage of the game? She was expecting these people to be serious, tough, gun-slinging bad asses or something. She shrugged. Oh well. You always have to start small. When they got to the inn, Ashcraft bought a round of drinks. Tessa hardly touched hers, the cranberry vodka was still sloshing in her stomach. Her senses couldn't be too clouded. As the other people in the group started talking and joking, Tessa withdrew herself. She wanted to observe, wanted to find out what made these guys tick. Analyzing your partners are crucial to success, that was something her brother had taught her. "I'm turning in," Ashcraft's voice cut in, he tossed a key onto the table. "There's another bed in the room, I don't care who wants it." After he made his leave, everyone continued to converse. Tessa was curious about this guy. She stealthily reached out for the key and slid it between her belt. There was suddenly a crashing noise and someone screamed. Tessa's ears came to attention. There seemed to be a fight going on at the other end of the inn's bar. There was a lot of shooting and commotion. Tessa rolled under the table, dodging the flying bullets. Maybe this would turn out a bit more exciting after all. All the other people in the group crashed out of their chairs and Tessa saw a pair of boots appear. She rolled back out from under the table and grabbed her gun. She held it to the temple of a man who had the girl, Fang, pinned to the ground, blade to her throat. He stood up and faced Tessa. Her heart nearly stopped. It was the Crimson Slayer. He had a soft smile played onto his face. His lips moved, but Tessa could hardly hear them. Why couldn't she [I]move[/I]? Before she knew it, he's leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek. This got the blood flowing again. This time she heard his words. "Next time we meet, why don't we have tea?" He quickly turned to Fang. Tessa was soon knocked over as Fang collided with her. Once she pushed Fang off of her, she looked around frantically, but he was gone. "Damn it!" She yelled, shooting at the wall. "He was right there!" She ran to the front door of the inn and shoved it open, searching the sidewalks of the now darkening city. But, she knew it was hopeless. He'd disappeared. She walked back into the inn and headed directly for the stairs, not even giving the group a first glance. She jammed the key into the door that corrisponded with the number that was on the key. She stormed in, shoving the key back into her belt. Kyle was sitting on one of the beds, eyes directed toward the television. "So, I guess I'm bunking with you?" He asked, glancing at Tessa. She ignored him and let herself fall onto the unoccupied bed.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]I would go back in time to where Tom Felton was fourteen and glomp the crap out of him. Yes. Then... TIME PARADOX! XD Sorry.[/color][/size]

[quote name='PaganAngel][font="Gill Sans MT Condensed"][color="#993366"][size="2"]No better bonding spot than on top of the ferris wheel (also no better place to pole dance, but that's a WAAAY different story. o_o).[/size][/color'][/font][/quote] [size=1][color=slategray]XD Same thing with a playground, those poles you're supposed to slide down are VERY suggestive. Anyway. I know your date is today. But you know what I say? Go to Walmart. (A mall works equally as well.) Then you have a wide range of options, since there are so many departments. For example, you can go to the toy section and play with Tickle Me Elmo and try out the large bike assortment. Those tiny battery powered cars for three-year-olds are highly entertaining as well. You can also check out the clothing department and pick out odd outfits for each other and try them on in the dressing rooms. (I recommend taking pictures when doing that.) You can also grab something to eat when they have samples out... or you can buy something, either way. AND, you can listen to music and play video games in the entertainment section! Plus, the employees kick you out after three hours, so that's the perfect amount for a date! See? How perfect is that? Malls are good too, just not as fun as Walmart or Target. :P[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]"... What the [I]hell[/I] was[I]that[/I]?" Miloe asked suddenly, sitting up straight on the floor. The screeching noise that had cut through the air made the two of them pause. Daemon had been in the process of trying one of the apples that Miloe had talked him into eating. Miloe stood up in a rush as she heard the sound of a helicopter in the distance. "What's going on? ..... Did anyone see you transmute that?" Miloe demanded, her voice rough. Daemon dropped the apple. "Umm... I don't know. I was hoping they didn't-," He replied slowly. "Dammit... we need to get out of her. Now." "But... where would we go, Miloe?" Daemon lifted himself off the floor. "I don't know, somewhere. We don't even know where Char and Mika are..." She was pacing, her brow knitted together, trying to think. There was suddenly a loud bang on the door. Daemon and Miloe froze. "Shit! Let us in, guys!" Char's voice yelled, muffled by the door. "Well, that solves that problem," Daemon said. Miloe ran over to the door and swung it open. Char and Mika practically fell onto her. "Where were you guys?" Daemon asked from the background.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Tessa let a small smile creep onto her lips as she observed her new-found group. So many good-looking individuals. Perhaps this would be worth it after all. Nevertheless, the majority of the group appeared to be pissed off at their current situation. She had to admit, she was already missing her vacation, sitting in Hell's Haven Bar teasing James. But. Money was money. And Tessa's funds were running dry. It was time to make nice with her new comrades. She tightened the leg band on her pants, making sure her gun rested properly. She scanned the group over. There was only one other woman. Her facial features made her seem so [I]young[/I]. So adorable, like a child. Tessa was already drawn to her. She then noticed someone somewhat more... ordinary. He had a cane resting at his side... was he blind? But he was so handsome. Tessa wandered over to him, taking notice how the other assigned members of the team were eyeing her as she had been doing to them just a moment before. She had a feeling that this man had sensed her approaching him, but he tensed up as she slipped her arm around his own. "Hey, I'm Tessa. But you can just call me Tess, everyone else does."[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]In order to solve problems, people need to work together as one. Since these problems are so large, it would involve the world or a certain country, depending on where the problem is occurring. Now, considering that humans are practically the definition of imperfection, this cannot be possible. In order to solve all the world's problems, we would have to achieve perfection. It would just never work out correctly. Even though it would be a breath of fresh air, people have far too many flaws to evolve to perfection. Humans have far too much pride to cooperate, even if there are exceptions.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]I think much of this is being over-analyzed. Sure, some men don't respect women, and some women are skanks. But let's not generalize this. People may say they don't wish to offend, but stereotyping can be rather... offending. Look at it this way: Women's rights has come a long way, but the book is still being written. You can't expect everyone to be open about it. People will be prejudice, and there isn't much to stop them from being so. When people say that you can't blame it on "how they were raised"... you are quite wrong. Even though people have the ability to judge right from wrong by themselves, if they were brought up in a discriminating household, their "morals" will be somewhat warped. So, on a certain level, you can definitely blame a person's upbringing. Yet, that person should have the brain capacity to realize what they do or say is wrong to an extent. It all depends on the person. I base all my actions and thoughts to other people simply on how they present themselves to me. If they are rude, man or woman, I will more than likely be rude back. And... you do know why some women dress in a skankish manner, yes? It's because they [I]know[/I] it's what a majority of men lust after. It's using the guy's hormones to their advantage. Welcome to the bittersweet world of manipulation. Anyway, I blame both genders for this ridiculous behavior. I wish we could all play nice, but apparently that's not possible.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Pirates. Why? They get booty in every sense of the word.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]I can't say I've been disrespected on an actual offensive level for being a woman. But I think men that abuse women or treat them disrespectfully should remember this: Most of us have to go through labor. We should be worshipped for just that, I don't see men going through pregnancy (okay, well... they have to get some of the crap when their wife is cranky for hauling a baby around) or going through countless hours of labor. Well, except for Mr. Lee... [URL=http://www.malepregnancy.com][click][/URL] XD[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Then I suppose that'll make it difficult for me. I'll have to mainly stick to BL, then. I'm not complaining though. Actually, I just previously started reading Loveless, so I'll keep that in mind. Oh! Blue, I saw a few good reviews on it in a yuri forum the other day. However, when I went to look for it, nothing came up. I think I should stay away from Google, it honestly does me [I]no[/I] good. So, thanks for the link. ^.^ Thanks Dagger, I had somewhat abandoned my search for awhile.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Holy crap, reading through this made me realize just how many of you I talked to a few years back. But then everyone got new accounts... and let's just say, I was one very confused kid. Odd. Anyway. Well, [B]Conna_da_fox[/B] was my first username. I have no idea where I got the Conna part from. Made up name, you know, eleven year-old stuff. Bah. I had sort of used it at the beginning of my Otaku chat career, until it eventually turned into dark_demon, but, anyhow... As Conna, I was well... inexperienced in the whole delightful world of online forums. So, I was starting out, learning the ways. I stuck to a lot of anime-based discussions and the Otaku Lounge. I found it a lot easier to talk in those to sections of the site. Then again, when I started out as Conna, I would tend to lie a lot in my posts. Just about stupid, somewhat trivial things. I think the only "serious" thing I lied about was my age. I only did that because I was dumb and thought you could only be a part of a forum if you were over 13. I was eleven, I don't really blame myself. Even though I find it idiotic now. That name stuck with me for a [I]long[/I] time. Maybe... a year and a half? I made a lot of friends in this name and started off my whole graphics art career with it as well. I was a lot more popular then, I suppose. XD Then came [B]Lix[/B]. Another made up name. I liked the sound of it, because it had an X in it. I'm a sucker for words with Z's and X's in them. I don't quite know why. When I took on the name Lix, I was far more expanded in my vocabulary, better at grammar and spelling. And I sort of felt it was time for a name change because Conna_da_fox sounded a bit... childish. With all the under scores and the so-called word "da" in it. XD Under the username Lix, I started RPGs, became more active in other parts of the boards, and I went more into depth with my banners, I suppose. I didn't keep in contact with that many other users, my Buddy List was rather neglected. And now I am currently [B]Bláse[/B]. Yes, I realize that I put the accent mark above the wrong letter, but I've been lazy and haven't bothered to get it set straight. I don't really know why I changed my name, I just wanted to. I've had it for a few months now, and I'm almost considering another change. Anyway. Now I'm more frequent in RPGs and the Otaku Lounge. I don't really stray into the Art Forum that often anymore, seeing as I no longer have the right software to make my own art. Now I rarely send or recieve PMs, even though I've tried. So, yes. I guess in each stage I've differed. I think one of the biggest changes since [B]Conna_da_fox[/B] is that I've become far less sociable on the "Buddy" scale. Oh well, I still like posting, even through these three years. ^_^[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]There are a LOT of members that I miss, just because they put interesting imputs in threads and never failed to amuse me. Yet, half of them, I can't recall the names for. [b]Name:[/b] Assassin [b]Profile:[/b] [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/member.php?u=6598][

[size=1][color=slategray]I started off with TheOtaku around late 2002.(?) I was probably looking for stuff about Yu Yu Hakusho or something. Well, I wandered around there for a few days before I realized there was a chat room. And back then, I was really big into the whole chat room scene. So, obviously I had to check it out. I ended up making some really good chat buddies on there, and was solid with it for a good few months before someone mentioned the OtakuBoards to me. I figured, "Hell, why not?" and the rest is history. Ah, the good old days as Conna_da_fox. XD That's when I did all my lovely graphics work, too. Now this is just making me want Photoshop back. ;_;[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]When Daemon rushed in with... whatever it was, Miloe was rather, well, bewildered. "Oh my God...." She stopped, then smiled slightly. "What... [I]is[/I] that?" Then let out a little laugh. Daemon shrugged. "Tulip-rose-and-apple-bush?" He said, unsure himself. "Like it?" "Yeah... it's great," She smiled, gazing at the oddly beautiful plant. Miloe saw him blush slightly. "... Are those apples... edible?" He looked back at the plant. "Hmm... I don't know. Want to try it out?" He set the plant on the floor. Miloe slid off the couch and positioned herself in front of the plant. "Umm... I'm not so sure... You go first. And if you don't die.... I'll know it's safe," She said. "How thoughtful," Daemon replied and laughed.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]I've been a bit tied up, but I'm here to stay, now. Let's get this going. ---------------- Tessa was leaning against the grimy counter top of the Hell's Haven Bar. She frequented it night to night, day to day. It was practically her home and where she spent all of her time outside of bounty hunting. The place was dark, only a few dim red lights shone through their shades. Metal blasted somewhere from behind the bar and it smelled heavily of cigarettes and grease. She spun around on the stool to face the muted tv. Just some more shit about taxes and what an idiot the officials have been in their latest raids. Tessa was sick of the news. "Dear God, James, turn that [I]off[/I]." She spoke over the music to the bartender. He smiled faintly and clicked off the tv. He traveled back over to the sound system and lowered the volume on a particularly screechy song. There was no one to protest, since Tessa was usually one of the few or only people in the bar. "Sorry, Tess. I should know better, as you do hate politics. Another drink?" He asked, reaching for her glass. "Please. The usual." "Cranberry vodka on the rocks?" "I said the usual, didn't I?" She replied with an annoyed sigh. "You're going to need to start buying more expensive things from me, Tess. Business is going down the toilet..." James commented, starting to prepare her drink. "That's not my fault," She leaned back, stretching out her arms. "Actually, it is. People catch wind that you're in here, and they split." "Let me rephrase. It's not my fault that your bar attracts bounty heads," She replied with a sly smirk. "Touche." He placed her now full glass back in front of her. "Hell, James... you know I love you," Tessa said playfully and leaned across the bar counter to give him a quick peck on the lips. "You've gotta stop saying that, or I'll end up believing you," He said, returning her kiss a little more passionately. She smiled. "Thanks." She adjusted herself back on the stool and took a swig of her vodka. "By the way..." James began, pulling something off from the bulliten board. He slid the paper toward Tessa's vacant hand. She scanned it's contents quickly. "What's this?" "Well, I know you haven't been taking on very many cases lately, thought you could do with a heads up on the latest bounties," James said, taking her empty glass again. "I've been taking a little bit of a personal vacation. I was going to start back up soon. Maybe this is a good time," She continued to read, in more detail. "Holy shit, this is a lot of money. Hell, I'm in. Plus, this Crimson Slayer is kind of hot. Doesn't really have the taste for being discreet in his appearance, does he?" "You have odd tastes, Tessa." "I suppose I do..." She slammed down some money on the counter and stood up, shoving the flier between her belt. "Thanks for the tip off, James. I'll be living in style after this, maybe I'll send some of the prize your way. But I can't make any promises." "I hear you. Good luck." "You don't need luck when you have skills. Have a good one," She waved him goodbye and headed out of the bar. Even though it was cloudy, it was considerably brighter than it had been in the bar. Sheilding her eyes, Tessa adjusted her arm bands and gloves. Transit Square, huh? Tessa had just barely made it in time. By the time she had stepped into the square, people were gathering around a stage. She could just hardly hear the guy that was announcing say they had to write their names on slips and be seperated into teams. [I]Dammit,[/I] Tessa thought, [I]I wasn't expecting teamwork...[/I] She pushed through the mass of bodies toward the table. She scribbled her name onto a slip of paper and got out of the way. She had experiences with other bounty hunters, most of them hadn't been friendly. Quite hectic, actually. That wasn't the kind of environment she wanted to work in. The crowd hushed as names were called out. It seemed forever before her own name was called. Her group was one of the last to be announced. As she moved toward them, she couldn't help but wonder if there were any cute guys she was stationed with.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Since this has just presently come up: What happens to the member that does not get chosen for the role of a character after they've been challenged? Are they simply out of the RPG altogether? Or are they able to sign-up as another character? I'm just asking, as I'd like to know the fate of either me or Dhampir in our little... "battle" for the place of Wendy.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Well, currently my job is to sit in front of my t.v. playing my Playstation2. Also writing. And the occasional reading of yaoi manga. Ah, the world is a wonderful place whilst you can lazy around in the summer. But that'll come to a screeching halt for me soon enough. Now that I am illegible, I have to go looking for a job in a few weeks. I made a promise that I'd get a job halfway through this summer. Since my free time is rapidly coming to a stop, I need to get out there and look for something. Now, I [I]plan[/I] on getting a part-time job down at a local grocery store. Then I can put groceries in plastic sacks and carry out people's purchases to their cars in the heat. How fun will [I]that[/I] be? Hmm? Oh well, I shouldn't complain, it'll earn me some extra cash. If I can't get that job, then I'm basically out of options.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]I'm confused. Have you read the rules? I know it's a pain in the *** to do, but even Hot Pockets have a set of directions or "rules." Take the time to study your local forum expectations and maybe those ruler-smacking moderators won't be lurking around every corner to slap a "thread closed" on you. Happy hunting. :)[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray][b]Name:[/b] Tessa Cross [b]Age:[/b] 28 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Personality:[/b] Headstrong and merciless. She won't take "no" for an answer. She'll do just about anything to complete her objective. She doesn't show compassion for many, but is a killer teammate if she'll allow you to join her. She can be a loyal friend, but usually with it, comes a price. Not loud, but not quiet. Can seem aloof in a crowd unless something catches her eye. That's right, boys, this one's a flirt. The only people she truly shows a weakness for are young children. [b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://www.bobrafei.com/galleries/jak2/characters/source/ashlin-final.htm]Tessa.[/URL] (Just without the long, elfish ears.) Side note: The tattoos are from her military work. [b]Style:[/b] Tessa uses her street smarts and knowledge of weapons. This way, she can find the location of her target without leaving a trace through her wide connections. She generally doesn't think twice about something she does, it's all instinct. She can calculate an enemy's weak point through their weapons and use that to her advantage. Her style leading up to the kill is undetectable, but when she actually goes in for the target, it's loud and messy. [b]Weapons:[/b] A souped up laser-point military handgun, holding eight rounds. Two steel throwing daggers, and a simple switchblade stored in her left boot. She always carries plenty of ammo for her handgun on her belt, leg and arm bands, as seen in the picture. [b]Other Abilities:[/b] Hand-to-hand combat, influencing others, and is a novice at hacking. [b]Bio:[/b] Tessa grew up on the streets, her father always took double shifts at work to pay off rent and her older brother had gone into the military. That left her to be alone most of her life. But she excelled in common sense and instinct from all the time she spent wandering the streets. This gave her almost a sixth sense, she felt as though she was one with the city. She got herself into a lot of fights as a pre-teen. She learned street combat and was well known in the neighborhood for beating up bratty boys pestering the younger girls. She grew attatched to children, they made her happy, and she loved the feeling of self satisfaction when she defended them. After a few years, Tessa's father had a stroke and died. Her older brother came from nowhere and took her under his wing. Him being the military man he was, he enrolled her. All the commanding officers complimented her, saying she could possibly be a prodigy, that she had natural fighting talent. The years in the military toughened her up further, she started working in ammunition, getting to know the weapons. After she served her required years, Tessa moved onto something bigger and better: Bounty Hunting. The ultimate job, in her eyes. She climbed up in rank, reeling in some big cash off her killings. She worked for just about anyone who'd pay her a decent prize. She has all the street and military connections she could possibly want, but she doesn't use them as often as you'd image. -------------------- Yes, I'm using a Jak and Daxter character for her appearance. :P Anyway, finally, a bounty hunter RPG... good choice, Sazabi. And I hope that's an alright sign-up.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray][b]Name:[/b] Wendy Darling [b]Gender:[/b] Transgender [b]Age:[/b] Sixteen [b]Sexuality:[/b] Pansexual [b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://jessicka.com/green/scarling/babak/Jessicka.jpg]Wendy.[/URL] Clothes- Short skirts and fishnet tops keep Wendy in business. She has a love for striped stockings and knee-high platform boots, complete with metal toe and heels. Black leather fingerless gloves along with a large assortment of metal braclets decorate her forearms. A bold tattoo of an X rests on her right shoulder. Now that she's got it, she flaunts it. The general colors of her clothes are black, red, purple, and white. Very basic. [b]Personality:[/b] Wendy is used to being the center of attention in her line of work. When occompanied by others, she'll do anything to keep an exciting conversation going, and that includes free lap dances. Impulsive and wild, to her, life is one big party, and she's always ready to crash it. Wendy has a lot of personal issues, so she always keeps it noisy to drown out the dark thoughts and memories. She's loud, she's rude, and she lets everyone know it. She's a tough chick, and she's won enough battles to show for it. Even though she has a very "**** you" attitude, she's willing to warm up to someone and be a sweetie, as long as no one else is around. [b]Biography:[/b] Growing up around the Darling household had never been comforting. It was a dog-eat-dog world behind those walls. Mommy and Daddy dearest would always get stoned, fight, and have make-up sex right on the living room floor. And since the apartment was only three rooms, it was [I]very[/I] hard to ignore it. Not a suitable environment for three sons. Wendy hadn't always been her sexy, feminine self. Well, she had been, just not in the same exact body. At the age of five, Wendy, as a young boy, had found himself attracted to women's clothes and make-up. It even got to the point where he hated being male so much, that he attempted to cut off his penis with a kitchen knife. However, his mother had walked in on the event and slapped the knife out of his hand. "But I wanna be a girl!" He'd protested. Without giving it much thought, his mother started him in hormone replacement therapy. "I had always wanted a little girl." Had been his mother's reasoning. Oddly enough, his mother kept close watch over the procedure and helped him through each step as he got older. This was perhaps the only thing she ever did to help him. Apparently, Wendy's father hadn't been informed of what was going on. (He was just too drugged up to notice anything remotely dodgy, anyway.) By this time, Wendy was nine years old. So the day when Wendy and his mother came home from the finalized sexual reassignment surgery, he went ballistic. Wendy's mother was thrown out, but she made no protest. She emptied out the marijuana stash and walked out of their lives. Every day after that incident, Wendy's dad beat her in a drunken state. The only thing Wendy had going for her was her two younger brothers, John and Michael. They were close and did mostly everything together. Her brothers didn't judge her on her new growing female body. In fact, Wendy had always been a prettyboy, so it didn't seem unnatural at all. By the next year, at age ten, Wendy was dragged into prositution. A baby prostitute, that's what they called her. Older business men were eager to get their money's worth out of Wendy. And they did. She was a quick learner and did service to everyone. This is how she came to classifying herself as pansexual. She enjoyed any sexual activity, and could lust after everyone. She grew more distant from John and Michael as she became older, her permanent living quarters were with her pimp. It was just another way to escape her violent father. She had been told that John and Michael had been put in foster care after so long, apparently their father hadn't stopped even after she'd left. She soon dropped out of school and became engaged with drugs and drinking. She loved going to clubs of all kind, and frequently found herself on stage at some strip bar. She was good at what she did, and she was loving it. On top of the world. And then her mother found her again. Her mother, whom stumbled across Wendy at a local club. Her tear streaked cheeks and her mind numbing smile. "Oh, how beautiful my little girl is." Couldn't she see what a wreck Wendy's life had become? Blind hag. But she spoke with kindness and explained a little get-together with Wendy, John, Michael, and her. To go to some theme park. How immature. But Wendy's gratitude for her mother won her over in the end. She agreed to go to this "Neverland." [b]Vices:[/b] Being alone, she can't stand it. Anyone that she is mentally close to, she'd do anything for those certain few, even if it meant throwing herself off a cliff. A stage... she can't ignore them, especially one with a pole. She just has to perform. [b]Useful Items:[/b] Pepper Spray, for those certain "uncontrollable clients" or just some weirdo on the street. An assortment of safety pins and needles, just in case her wardrobe needed some fixing up before going to see the next trick. A broken Butterfly Knife, gone unrepaired from a late night street brawl. [b]Notes:[/b] No one besides Wendy and her family know her real name before the hormone treatments and operation. Since then, it hasn't been an issue. --------------- Twisted enough? I've been waiting for a nifty RPG such as this. Can't wait.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Wow, if there is a ladder, I haven't been doing much climbing in the past three years. Seriously, I don't get too involved with making and contacting "buddies." I'm sort of all over the place. But, sure. There is bound to be social groups or classes wherever there are people. Work, school, chat rooms, forums. You name it. And that's the story.[/color][/size]