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I can't believe I'm signing up for Yohji instead of Ken. (Ken used to be my by-far favorite Weiss member.) I am a betrayer of my own beliefs. AAAAnyway ... Name: Yohji Kudou Age: 22 Special Ability: N/A Weapon: Garrett wires (thin wires that can be thrown from his wristwatch, used to strangle or restrain enemies) Ethniticity: Japanese Description: [url]http://weiss.eternity.nu/images/yohji06.jpg[/url] (from the best fansite ever!!! hahaha ... okay ... it's really late here.) Bio: Yohji is a ladies' man if ever there was one. Suave, cool, and always ready with a romantic "heartfelt" gesture, he's nearly guaranteed to be able to get any woman to fall at his feet. Though he's the oldest member of Weiss, he often doesn't act like it, and usually cracks joke and generally serves as the comic relief for the group. During a mission, though, he's all seriousness, and if it's something that personally affects him, he can be very tender. (Sorry I was so slow on the bio ...)

[color=green]Kagome 1, I believe you've resurrected a very, very old thread -- the last date on the post before yours is from July. Please don't resurrect old threads; check the date of the last one if you need to; I'm closing this just to avoid further confusion. Thanks, and welcome to OB. --terra[/color]

[color=green]Hi [b]Duofan11[/b], I noticed you've put a signup thread in the Recruitment form, as is more appropriate, so I am closing this thread. Please check out the rules a little more closely before the next time you post. [b]Anime Otaku[/b] and [b]jro13[/b], both of your posts are considered spam, as they are extremely short and also rather meaningless. Anime Otaku, if you have a short unanswered question, I'd suggest you PM it directly instead of posting. Both of you, please avoid posting one-sentence posts in the Arena in the future. Thanks. --terra[/color]

[color=green]OutlawKFK, please add a little more back story and description to this RPG to let others know more of what you are thinking of; RPGs need to have a comprehensively thought-out back story. Also, please improve your grammar and spelling, as you have plenty of run-on sentences that could easily be corrected. Thanks, and welcome to OB. --terra[/color]

Oh my God, this thread is so very disturbing to read through. I have heard dentistry is the most depressing profession, but probably not from a very reputable source. Anyway, I'm 19 and my wisdom teeth haven't yet grown in. I'm seriously hoping they just don't. I don't mind being "unwise" if I don't have to have that operation.

OOC: [strike]Baron -- anesthesia.[/strike] Pardon me, Boba. I knew that didn't sound right :p. [color=chocolate]Rebecca and Dominic were camped out on the south side of the camp, waiting for the "distraction" Jedgar was going to provide. Though Rebecca was sure Jedgar would do a smashing job and the wait would be worth it, she was just the tiniest bit bored. "So, how are you?" she tried to her companion. Dominic merely looked at her before returning his attention to the task at hand. He didn't seem very talkative, did he. Rebecca was rather used to it -- many of her peers were all seriousness when they were on a mission. Rebecca was rather the opposite, she liked to stay a bit light-hearted. Sometimes you just needed to smile when you ran along getting shot by whomever with whatever. As Rebecca glanced up tiredly in the same direction of Dominic, she caught sight of what they'd been waiting for -- an explosion. A massive one. Followed by yelling, running South African military, and shortly afterward, shots. Jedgar had put up quite a show. Though Rebecca had seen plenty of cars blown up, it still ran shivers down her spine. "Let's go," Dominic said, standing. They'd already prepared their entrance into the compound, so they pushed aside the chain-link fence -- really, when would these security people [i]learn[/i]? -- and slipped in as quietly as possible. Most of the guards had taken off in the direction of the explosion and Jedgar, who looked like he'd have a hell of a lot to deal with. Rebecca squinted as one of them appeared to spot them. "Oh, please," Rebecca snorted as she and Dominic whirled aside to avoid the machine gun fire. She had cocked her revolver when the fire abruptly stopped, and she glanced over. Dominic looked ever so slightly self-satisfied. "He was mine," Rebecca said a little plaintively, but Dominic was already walking towards the Humvees. "Cover me," he said over his shoulder. Rebecca pulled out her second revolver, resisting the urge to do a little twirl with them. Mafia didn't twirl. She waited with her back to the wall of a building as Dominic took his sweet time making his way to the Humvees. Jedgar's distraction had done an excellent job, and she only had to plug four guards before Dominic had made it to the cars. She followed him, checking behind her rather out of habit even though she knew Dominic was watching for her. "I was watching, you know," he said, sounding ever so slightly offended before he turned away to climb into one of the Humvees. Rebecca followed suit, searching the dashboard, glove compartment, visors for the keys. "Dominic, there aren't any keys," she yelled out the window. "We'll have to hotwire them --" She glanced up to see if he was listening, then ducked hastily back down to narrowly avoid a bullet. Maybe a hundred bullets, god damn these people and their automatic weaponry ... A guard was just outside the driver's side, and Rebecca had about half a second before she got her ass shot off. Grabbing the handle of the door, Rebecca pulled and shoved her body against it, violently. Very violently. She hopped out of the car as she heard the guard grunt, cocking her revolver in the process. This time she couldn't resist doing just one twirl with the revolver in her right hand before aiming it at the guard's head and pulling the trigger. Standing, she heard another motion behind her and spun, both her revolvers aimed at the figure. "We won't have to hotwire them," Dominic said, rolling his eyes. "The keys are all kept over there, I've got yours," and he tossed them to her. Rebecca caught them in one hand, rolling her own eyes in return.[/color]

Pooka was intimately involved in trying to pick up her sword when she heard someone speaking to her. "Oh, and you! Um, what's your name?" Pooka looked up from the sword, eyes wide. "Me?" It was the green-haired girl. "Yeah, you," she said, not unkindly. "What's your name?" "Erm, they call me Pooka," Pooka said. The green-haired girl seemed to raise her eyebrows slightly. "... All right then ... Pooka, you're a wizard, too, right?" Pooka narrowed her eyes and considered her options. She could shut her eyes and cover her ears and start crying, like she would if she were at home and her mother had said anything remotely resembling what Melon had just said. But then that annoying wind would probably come around, and while she didn't always mind wrecking her mother's too-picture-perfect house, she liked these people. They were all going on an adventure together. Besides, it wasn't her inn, it wouldn't be very nice if a wind wrecked it. So she raised her chin slightly and stuck her lower lip out just the smallest bit. "No." "No?" Melon said, looking slightly surprised. "But ... but I can sense that you've got a slightly different aura, too." Now that she mentioned it, Pooka could feel something kinda weird from the direction of Melon and Zephir, herself. They probably smelled or something. "I don't know what you're talking about," Pooka said, chin still jutted out. "I'm a hero, maybe you can sense hero auras or something like that." Melon raised her eyebrows slightly. It was obvious that the little girl was a wizard. It was also obvious that the little girl was either in denial, or had a little bit of insanity running in her family. "Er, all right," was all she said for the moment.

Ohkami and G/S/B Master, sorry I haven't been around to pick up on the RPing! [mod mode]G/S/B Master, please don't post single OOC posts, as they clutter up the RP threads. Please delete your post. Thanks![/mod mode] [color=darkred]Rydia stared at the gloves for a moment before blinking herself out of her reverie, realizing she was still half asleep. Her work was never as good when she wasn't paying full attention, so she quickly went to the bathroom and splashed her face with water several times. The coolness revived her slightly, but her mind's eye was seeing only the small stones that Sean had removed from his gloves before handing them over. She'd seen those glossy stones before; others had removed them before giving over their armor, in just the same manner as Sean. But she'd never asked a customer what they were, and none of them had volunteered the information. Somehow, Rydia doubted they were for decoration, considering you could just barely see them when they were in. She sometimes imagined she sensed a change in the room when she was with them ... some power that, if she could harness it, would make the clothes she sewed even stronger. "You're dreaming again," she told herself with a small smile, seeing she'd stood in front of her sink for a full five minutes. Shaking the last droplets of water off her hand, she briskly returned to her work table and bent her head over the gloves.[/color]

[color=chocolate]Genevieve always looked inconspicuous as she walked down the street. It was something about the way her back was just slightly hunched over, how she seemed to disappear into her coat, that made you just automatically forgot her face the moment you looked away from it. It had taken her years to perfect her anonymity, but now it proved useful every day of her life. Her pathetic, broken life. Gen shook away the self-pity firmly, glancing through the windows she passed out of force of habit. Most women glanced at shop windows to see their reflections, but Gen was never interested in how her hair looked, she was interested in what was going on inside, and how it might affect her. Outside a small Chinese restaurant, she stopped. Her sharp eyes had caught sight of just the person she'd been looking for: a Ms. Brody Radley. Sitting with someone she didn't quite recognize, though she thought he might look familiar. She stepped into the warmth of the restaurant with some relief, standing up a little straighter now that she was out of the street. Walking up to Brody's booth, she stood a little apart, not sure if she'd be welcome. She cleared her throat to get their attention. Brody looked up and smiled. "Gen, hello," she said. "Please, have a seat -- what are you doing in here?" "I was looking for you," Gen said, her voice a little low. She was used to speaking quietly, never really wanted to be noticed. "I've heard --" She glanced over at the other man for a second, not sure how much he knew. Brody merely nodded. "He's all right." Gen nodded and went on. "The Numbers, they're going to hire assassins. Nothing like what's been sent after you so far ... These people are serious." The man laughed a little. "I just told her the same thing," he said, sounding friendly. "She refuses to get worried." Gen just looked at him. "Why are you so serious all the time?" Brody grinned, trying to get Gen to lighten up a bit. "Have a seat, will you? This is Frank, he's a friend, though sometimes I wonder why I bother keeping him around." Frank raised his eyebrows at Brody's easy joking, and after a moment, Gen sat.[/color]

[color=green]jon j, please check your private messages. They're located at the bottom of the main OB page.[/color]

[color=green]Hi jon j, I'd ask you to please read through our rules, as well as the sticky at the top of the Adventure Arena, before posting any further. If you had read the rules even briefly, you would know that 1. double or triple posting is not allowed, 2. correct spelling, punctuation and grammar are a must in this forum, and 3. RPGs should have well thought-out back stories. Battles or tournaments, which I think might be what you were aiming for, should go specifically in the Battle Arena. I am closing this and again urge you to read the rules and consider what you're doing before posting next time. Welcome to OB. --terra[/color]

[color=chocolate]Rebecca hated airplane seats. They were drastically uncomfortable and she could never fall asleep in them. And sleep was something she desperately needed at the moment ... it had been several hours and her hangover was bitching. Though it probably hadn't been helped much by the roaring ride in the SUV and the fumes and smoke from the various explosions that they seemed to pass on the way ... It had all passed by in a blur, really, and she was thankful that Dominic and Giovanni had taken care of everything. "Are you all right?" Rebecca glanced up to see someone she didn't quite seem to recognize in the haze. "Um, yes," she said. "Er ... Jedgar?" The other laughed. "It's Petir," he said. "Weren't in the best of moods when we set off?" "To say the least," Rebecca muttered. "You wouldn't happen to know if there's any aspirin around, would you?" Petir didn't look too happy to be running even this small errand for Rebecca, but he obliged anyway and managed to rummage up a small bottle of pills. Rebecca took one gratefully, swallowing it without water. She laid her head back slightly, closing her eyes, though she was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to get any sleep. "Sorry I was so out of it during the whole car chase," she said, mumbling slightly. "Wait ... you weren't in my car ... you probably didn't even know ... Well, sorry anyway. It had been a long day, you know?" "I know," Petir said, and Rebecca knew she'd hate herself once this awful headache went away. She hated showing weakness such as this, she scorned hangovers and hardly ever appeared in public with them. But it wasn't every day she had to go off to Africa to stop ... what was it? Guns? Yakuza? Thinking she'd figure it out when she woke up, Rebecca dozed off, all her complaints about airplane seats forgotten.[/color]

[COLOR=darkred]It was already late when Rydia heard a knocking at her little hovel. Standing from her sewing machine, she stole quietly up to the door and said, "Who is it?" "Me, of course," the voice outside laughed, and Rydia smiled and opened the door. Trysta stumbled in, and it was easy to see that she wasn't entirely herself. Most likely she'd knocked several back at that bar, 7th Heaven, one place in Midgar Rydia had never set foot in. If she was ever in need of some liquor to waste away the time, Trysta would provide it for her, because there was no way Rydia was stepping into a seedy bar like that for anything. Rydia pushed the thoughts aside and put her arms out to catch Trysta as she fell forward slightly. "Whoa, there," she said softly, her voice soothing. "You all right?" "Never been better," Trysta grinned, her speech sounding assuredly slurred. "Should've come out, Rydia, had a blast tonight. Lost a little blackjack, won a little poker, had a couple beers ..." "A couple?" Rydia said, unable to hold back the smile. Looping Trysta's arm around her shoulders, she walked her carefully to the only low chair in the room and set her down. Trysta was teasing her, of course; they'd been friends for ages, and she always tried to convince Rydia that she was missing something by not attending the rowdy bar nights at 7th Heaven. As odd as it might seem, Rydia much preferred to sit and strain her eyes over her seamstress work, something Trysta would never be able to understand. "You think I'm bad," Trysta laughed heartily, "there was this one guy there, Leo, who was just off his rocker. Had a whole speech about freedom, rebellion, some shit like that ..." Rydia winced slightly at Trysta's language. "Something about a tiara, I think ... weapons ... This huge, fancypants idea about overthrowing Shinra, nothing more than the liquor talking. It was ridiculous, at least I don't get up on bars and make a fool of myself when I get drunk." Rydia, meanwhile, had gotten a glass of water for Trysta and was holding it in front of her, waiting patiently for the other woman to accept it. Trysta looked up after she'd closed her mouth. "Water! Excellent idea, Rydia, excellent. Excel ... you always did excel ..." Trysta drank and tried to speak at the same time, but still managed to get some of the liquid down her throat. "You know," Trysta said, sounding nearly lucid as she clunked the glass down on the floor, "that guy may have been crazy, but he had the right idea. We all deserve to be free ... nobody deserves a life like this. Least of all you, babyface." Rydia shook her head slightly at Trysta's nickname for her. She hated that nickname, nobody except Trysta could've gotten away with it. "Shh, be quiet," Rydia said, ever soothing. "Drink a little more, go to sleep. It'll feel better in the morning." Trysta hardly seemed to hear her anymore, and upon closer inspection, Rydia realized the other woman had fallen asleep right where she was. Rydia herself was a little tired as well, she hadn't noticed it until Trysta had interrupted her work. Her words had washed over her, but none of them had really taken hold. It was an interesting idea, but Rydia had given up on pipe dreams similar to that long ago. With a small sigh, Rydia laid down on her cot, thankful that at least her own blanket, self-created, was soft. She curled up into a small ball and fell asleep with Trysta's words swirling through her head. [/COLOR] (OOC: Rydia isn't exactly the type to storm up to Leo's door and be like, "I want in!" I was thinking perhaps when you guys are looking for supplies somebody (or multiple people) could come by, having heard of her skill with making defensive clothing, and ask her for help, thus piquing her interest. If nobody wants to that's all right, I'll find a way ...)

[color=chocolate]"[b]Pooka!!![/b]" After several minutes of overturning cushions and checking behind couches, Mrs. Pao spotted Pooka looking very guilty, standing behind a particularly tall potted plant in their sunny kitchen. "Pooka, [b]how[/b] many times have I told you not to drag your sword around in this house?" Pooka put her second finger in her mouth, looking very pitiful indeed. "You have made [b]gigantic scratch marks[/b] all over the foyer, for the third time this month! When I was your age I could at least [b]pick up[/b] the sword to carry around ... How many times do we have to tell you that you're not a hero, you're a --" At this point, Pooka put her hands over her ears, screwed up her eyes so they were tiny puckers on her face, and opened her mouth wide, ready to bawl. To which her mother hastily dropped the floor wax that she had in her hand and covered Pooka's mouth before a sound could come out. "Young lady," she said in a deathly quiet voice, "I am not tolerating that tornado coming through my house one more time. You are not going to cry about this -- I won't say anything more about your being a, well ... you know ... but [b]none of that inside[/b]. Got that?" Pooka opened her eyes again and nodded, putting her second finger into her mouth again. Her mother sighed, standing, and eyeing the sword Pooka still stubbornly held in her hand, though she was unable to pick it up off the floor. "When you're older, I'm sure you'll gain the strength to use that sword," she said, though she sounded slightly unconvinced. "Meanwhile, could I please carry it outside for you and you can play out there? You know how much of a pain it is to get rid of those scratch marks, goodness knows I've told you at least five times before ..." Her complexion sunny again, Pooka nodded emphatically and her mother took the sword and laid it outside of the door for her. "Dinner will be at the usual time," her mother called as Pooka bounced away -- or would've been bouncing, if she hadn't had to drag her sword slowly along the ground, horribly dulling the blade. Not that the blade had been so sharp to begin with. As Pooka made her way towards the fountain at the center of the town, she noticed that she wasn't the only one heading there. In fact, plenty of people seemed to be heading there, adults included -- wait, her [b]mom[/b] included. There were two overexcitable boys at the fountain, yelling something about an adventure and needing to save the world and a hero. A hero! Pooka wanted to be a hero! And this way she could stop scratching up her mother's prized wooden floor! She looked around excitedly to tell her mother the good news, but she had, strangely enough, already left. Actually most of the adults seemed to be leaving, a little rapidly in fact, and soon Pooka and some other younger people were the only ones remaining. Pooka sidled up to the one standing nearest to her and tugged on that person's clothes, not bothering to look up to see who it was. "Hi," she said, a little shyly and looking down at her feet. "Are you gonna go with those guys? I think I might wanna ..."[/color]

All right, I'm glad you guys have still posted in this and are finishing up the series soon, because I finished the series the other day and ... well ... I was actually really disappointed. Please watch your DVDs soon, because I'd love to discuss it with someone besides my boyfriend (not that he's not great to discuss anime with, just we've talked it over already). :) I found the ending way too ambiguous, something that is so typical of that type of anime and something I'd been hoping RahXephon would choose not to do. But no, tons of unexplained phenomena still remained and it really wasn't clear at all what had happened. I mean, certain plotlines, like the one Dagger mentioned in the spoiler above ([spoiler]how Haruka and Ayato met before Tokyo Jupiter[/spoiler]) were explained. (Actually even that was only kind of explained.) But, as always, everything was way too complicated to have an explanation that would fit into 26 episodes. By the last episode my boyfriend and I were both just like, "How in the world are they going to wrap this up?" Well, they didn't, really. Anyway ... I will stop now, since this is probably kind of depressing to read if you're in the middle of watching it :p.

[color=chocolate]As the car bumped slightly along the road, Rebecca glanced down at the sheet with the last target's name on it. Her eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, but she smiled. "This shouldn't be too hard," she said, her voice calm and just audible in the car. "Shouldn't be too hard?" Jedgar repeated. "From what I read, he's a paranoid bastard, won't even let anyone into the building unless he knows them. And his apartment building has tighter security than the last guy's, we'll have to get buzzed in somehow or sneak in behind someone else who lives there." "Well, I know him," Rebecca said when he appeared to have said his fill. Somehow, Petir didn't look terribly surprised. "How do you know him?" he said. Rebecca shrugged slightly. "We needed some papers, and he had them. I was sent to deal with it, as quietly as possible, so ..." She let herself trail off elegantly. Jedgar let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like, "Women." Rebecca ignored him and glanced down at herself, eyeing the practical gear she'd donned with some disapproval. "All this clothing will get in the way," she said, "though I suppose he won't be able to get a good view of me through his peephole ... Better make the best of it, though." She unbuttoned the top few buttons of the utility jacket, then pulled her dagger out of its sheath at her ankle and used it to slice off the sleeves of the shirt. When she was done, the shirt could have passed for part of a clubbing outfit. And, somehow, Rebecca made it look sexy. She ruffled a hand through her hair for good measure as they pulled up to the building. "So you boys just sit tight, and I'll be right back," she said, moving to get out of the vehicle. "Are you sure you can handle this?" Petir said. She didn't deign to answer that, just strode up to the apartment building and pressed the intercom for their target's rooms. "Who is it?" His voice sounded distrustful and had a tinge of desperation. Just as she'd remembered him. She put a little desperation in her own voice as she answered, "Daniel. It's me, Rebecca." "Rebecca! ... What do you want?" He didn't sound particularly eager to let her in, so Rebecca laid it on a bit thick. "Daniel, I've missed you. I don't know how I've made it through the past two months without you ... At first I thought it was for the best but now I realize I was such an --" Rebecca winced, but didn't let it show in her voice -- "idiot, Daniel. How could I ever have thought I'd be able to live without you?" There was a short pause before the scratchy voice returned. "Rebecca ... I've ... I've missed you too. But now's not a good time. I'm really sorry, could you ... come back another time?" "Oh, please, Daniel, it would just make me feel so much better to see you," Rebecca said, rolling her eyes. "And ... well, and to kiss you ... Those lips, I've been dreaming about them every night ... The way they felt on my skin ..." She had distinctly moved from desperate to seductive, and was glad that Petir and Jedgar weren't in hearing range. Her skills were always useful, but she hated throwing them around at people she didn't care about. "Well ..." He was leaning. "Please, Daniel. I'd ... I just need ... 'love' ... right now." Her tone made it clear that her version of love was spelled with three letters, starting with s and ending with x. "Well ... All right, Rebecca," and he buzzed her in. A quick ride up the elevator. An examination of her through the peephole, as she'd anticipated. The opening of the door, the meeting in a passionate kiss, a kiss passionate enough to hide the sound of the cocking of a revolver. Rebecca, pulling back, looked him in the eyes and said, "Sorry," before putting a bullet through his head. She returned downstairs after carelessly rolling his body back into his apartment and shutting his door. "Job's finished," she said, climbing back into the car with Jedgar and Petir.[/color]

I would've posted earlier if I [strike]ever came into this forum[/strike] had seen it. I really like both the poems you've put up. Unlike many other poems written in that free verse style, they don't seem to be melodramatic for drama's sake, and there seems to be a clear reason for your moving to the next line when you do. They both read very well and give the reader a definite feeling, and your combination of words has that "poetry" thing going. You know, like, it doesn't completely make sense, yet it so does. I really enjoy the last line of the salvador poem. But overall, I like the first one better. Sorry this is kind of short, it's hard to talk about poetry :p.

You know Baron, weird naming system aside, your banners overall impress me quite a bit. Especially considering you only started making them recently. They're very original, different from anybody else's on the boards, and always have that clean feeling to them that I really like. I think their originality always scores huge points with me, especially the honeycomb one. And I loved the Mr. Men one. You just make new ones too quickly for me to comment, I am a very slow commenter, as you may have realized. All that being said ... I actually think I like this one the least out of all your banners. Don't shoot me, everybody who's complimented it, I just don't like rainbow things. Also, I don't really understand the image, I suppose, and the green and yellow sections are very obviously separated, which is a little odd since the rest of the banner blends really well together. I'm still impressed by your image manipulation skills, though (er, I'm assuming that's more than one image you blended together, I still really have no idea what the image is). So there are my two cents. Oh yeah -- the avatar was a well-chosen part of the banner, by the way. :)

Well, Tony, that's depressing somehow. My first kiss was with my first boyfriend when I was ... I have no idea, 12, I think. Actually (this will probably get me shot or something) it was at a Christian camp we were both attending, where any affection between girls and boys wasn't allowed. So it was against the rules, too. :p Which is actually not a turn-on for me (I know some people like that whole excitement of rule-breaking or whatever ...). But yeah, those were the circumstances. As kisses go, er, I don't really remember how it was. Since it was my first kiss, I had nothing to compare it to so I probably thought it was pretty good. Looking back I realize he was ... all right. He tells me he's gotten better since but I have no wish to let him try again, hehe.

I miss the last FF RPG you did. I thought it had such a fun start and could've been really exciting. I hope this one pans out. [color=chocolate][b]Name:[/b] Rydia Salayes [b]Gender:[/b] F [b]Age:[/b] 27 [b]Job:[/b] seamstress [b]Height:[/b] 5'3" [b]Birthdate:[/b] June 10 [b]Birthplace:[/b] Wall Market [b]Specialities:[/b] Well, obviously, making clothes. Also, though Rydia's job consists only of manipulating cloth, she is often able to infuse a protective element into the clothes she makes. [b]Appearance: [/b] [img]http://pantheon.yale.edu/~elc23/fun/fredart_girl.jpg[/img] Rydia has soft brown hair and brown eyes, which usually possess a lost, somewhat sad expression in them. She is quite small and often gets overlooked, which can sometimes be very difficult for her and sometimes works out to her advantage. Her fingers are slim and nimble and she's occasionally considered becoming a thief out of desperation, but never has done it. Her skin is very pale and smooth. Others usually think that she is much younger than her age. [b]Personality:[/b] Rydia is quiet, and at first impression comes off as weak-willed or easily manipulated. The fact is that she is not. She has a very definite will of her own and refuses to let herself be toyed with in any way; you would only find this out if you tried to mess with her. Though she is in reality quite a strong person, she is still very shy and soft-spoken. She is dreamy and has a strong imagination, which she often allows herself to get lost in when she's in the middle of a task that doesn't require too much thought. The people she meets usually have one of two reactions: either they automatically pity her and try to protect her because they think she is weak and small, or they try to use her for their own benefit. She hates both of these reactions. If the person tries to get to know her further, they will be able to see the more complex person beneath; but few people do, and thus she has few friends.[/color] I may put in a history later; I have it thought out, but my paper calls.

Riiight. I suppose I didn't make it clear that I wanted to know what the limit actually was. :p Thanks for the, er, help. I delete my PMs too, but sometimes I want to save ones I've sent for at least a few months in case ... well, for whatever reason.

I've looked around a little and I'm not sure. Is there a limit to how many messages (sent and incoming) you can have saved in your PM box?

Meep! I would definitely get it on my lower back in the position you mentioned, Ravenstorture. That was exactly where I pictured it the first time I saw it. Anyway, it's actually a little large for my taste for a tattoo. Actually I guess it's not (looked at it again) ... I can't tell, I'd have to print it out and hold it up to your back. I do think it's cool, though, and that it or some form of it would definitely look good and very suitable as a tattoo. I also think from what I know of you (which, admittedly, is really nothing at all) it would suit your personality. Erm ... take that as you will :p.

[color=chocolate]Rebecca watched the jealousies fly between Giovanni and Petir with some amusement, sipping her scotch and feeling the odd mixture of cold liquid and warm fire. She watched with even further amusement as a burly Russian agent stormed up to Petir, saying something quick, low, and urgent. Petir excused himself to her and walked out of the room with a similar urgency, not to mention a slight air of importance. Russians were melodramatic, even more so than the Americans sometimes. Rebecca wouldn't have traded her blood for anything. The vibration of her cell phone interrupted her pleasant conversation with Giovanni, and with a smile that asked him to pardon her, she turned slightly away from him to answer it. Her hand dipped down into the front of her dress in order to get her phone, which had been wedged comfortably in place by a certain article of clothing, and she answered it. "Rebecca, darling, there's a problem. There's a tape of the meeting, the police have gotten hold of it somehow, everybody's worried, and all of that. The tape needs to be stopped, naturally, and all the Dons are on edge, so a representative from each company is going. I've asked that ours would be you." "Thanks, Dad," she said, though she didn't quite mean it. It sounded like she'd have to miss the party for it. "Right away, Rebecca," her father said, confirming the worst of her fears. He gave her directions and she agreed with a sigh, tucking her phone back into its place before turning to Giovanni. "Sorry, Giovanni, it looks like there's no rest for the weary," she said. Something devilish in her prompted her to lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek, and a look down her dress, before clicking off to the bedroom where she would meet her two partners.[/color]

[color=green]Inuyasha Fandom, if you're starting an RPG with adult content, you should know you'll now be held to "adult" standards of post quality. Hence, multiple examples of multiple exclamation points will probably be frowned upon. Even though this RPG is building on another one, you should still post a back story and signup sheet. Please edit your first post accordingly.[/color]