Angelus_Necare

That was very deep and quite inspiring if you ask me, keep up the good work!

Harru stopped sharply on his way to the next class when he heard someone scream. He veered off in the dirrection partly out of curriosity, and to get his mind somewhere else at the moment. Transfiguration with the potter boy had put him in a bad way, he was surprised he could even pay attention under the circumstances. Soon enough he came to a small girl with fluffy brown hair, she was holding her books close to her in shock looking at a burn peice of parchment on the floor. She seemed terrified and for the most part alone. Harru hesitated before he approached her, eyeing her Gryffindor badge carefully, maybe he's be told off? He chanced it anyway, checking first to see if Potter was around. "excuse me." Harru began, approaching the frightened girl, "Are you alright?" Hermione Eyed him cautiously, he was a Slytherin and from what she heard, most were no good. But the boy seemed sincere, and obviously worried for her well being. She looked up at him timidly. "well, There was a letter I received, and it just burst into flames." She looked down at her hands that were slightly burnt and beginning to sting. "I see" Harru spoke softly looking at the charred remains of the letter on the coblestone floor, it looked like a prank, and a very childish one at that, seeing something like this made him feel sad for the fellow first year. He pulled a slivery white hankercheif from his pocket that had an Emerald H magicaly woven into it, He pressed it into Hermione's hand. She looked at him curriously. "It'll help with the burn untill you get it treated at the infirmary" "But I can't-" Hermione began, handing it back to him. Harru pressed it backto her hands. "Keep it." He said with a ghost of a smile, one that used to exist years ago. Before Hermione Could oppose again he turned heel and headed off into another hallway, feeling better about his deed, and forgotten about this morning's events. One close look at his classes card told him that he had Potions next.

Vicky I know exactly how you feel because I did the same thing. And now when I look back on it it embarasses me to think that I would do something like that for attention. It's good that you're somewhat getting it out, it feels better that way I think. About your situation though, I know it may be hard but you might want to fess up, that is if the e-mail is persistent. you might just want to explain that you were young and not thinking correctly, write out an appology, something! Just so long as whatever you do makes your conscience lighter.

I was having a hard time deciding if I wanted to be cheif blue meanie or John, looks liek john won..... Name: John Lennon Instrument of choice: Guitar (oh god! I forgot what he played in Sgt. pepper!) Personality: Unwaveringly cool, with a calm sense of humor even when things start to look bad. Somewhat the leader of the band... Appearance: John's tall with a mustache and glasses (second from the left) Side: GOOD

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by krippled master [/i] [B]I live in Rochester, New York which is the city inbetween Buffalo and Syracuse. Rochester is famous for Kodak and Xerox and thats about it. I've lived her since I was born and I am now attending college here. GIVE IT UP FOR UPSTATE NEW YORK! [/B][/QUOTE] Finaly One OB member that lives in the general Area of Central New york! Tell me KM, do you know where Taberg is, or possibly Rome? you see, I live in bumpkin territory, middle of nowhere blah, blah, freezing cold, blah, blah, cows, blah.

that was pretty cool! Kenshin poetry is always the best! So what else inspired you to write it, or when did you think about it?

My first encounter with Manga was probably when I was thirteen years old, My first manga being Pokemon sold in four magazine-like forms. I had read American comics before (mainly Marvel), but Manga was so much different from the bulky giants compared to meek characters that had humor and seriousness within their pages. I'm an artist, so Manga was something unuiqe for me and something I could base my talent off of, Manga just stuck I suppose. I now own what seems to be a library of japanese comic books, and I wonder where I get money to put clothes on my back sometimes. All in all, Manga is definitely an art that has been offten over looked and I'm glad you're giving it the attention it deserves.

Here's a short story I scribbled out a couple of days ago, I can't quite tell where the idea came from, but it's certainly a strong Idea. I don't think this peice would offend anyone, and I'm not very religious so I don't use the words "God" or "Heaven", I think you make this peice what you want it. This is a pretty raw version of the story, much work needs to be done but tell me what you think of it thusfar. ----------------------------------- "Angel" By Tiff Once, long ago before man was an idea or a hint of a thought, there was a race of beings called Angels. Angels lived in the glory of their creator in the paradise of neverending life spending their days singing to their creator in happiness. There was no hurt, there was no saddness, there was no death. Among the angels was one that was not so similar to the others, in fact, he was quite different. His name was Lokai, and unlike his bretherin he had rich locks of brown and the clearest of green eyes, this was the case because he adored the land below. He wanted to walked among the creatures there, run along the babbling brooks and sleep among the whispering branches of the trees. Lokai soon found himself watching the world below quite offten instead of raising his song to the creator, pining away to be there at its surface. It wasn't long before the other angels noticed and told the creator. Lokai was asked if he really wanted to live on the plane that was being created for creatures called humans. The Angel nodded without hesitation, hopping secretly if his wish would be fulfilled. Lokai was warned however, that he would not be allowed back into the realm of angels once he arrived at the land below. Being Brash Lokai didn't realize the consequences of being seperated from his bretherin and the almighty. Lokai was sent to the realm of humans, he lost his wings, his grace and most importantly, his ability to sing. Lokai cast these things aside as unimportant spending his days with the trees, and the land, and it wasn't long untill he wanted to go home. Lokai would cry at night, being so close to the humans. They had awfull things such as pain, agony, greed, deceit and lack of faith. Most humans didn't acknowlege the presence of Lokai, much unlike his kin above, who gave him love and care every day. Days, weeks, months, years passed as Lokai began to pine away to be back home, he couldn't stand the death that surrounded him, for angels never aged, and didn't die. Then one day, when The last humans did away with eachother, only Lokai was left. He didn't feel sorry for the creatures that his creator gave so much too, they didn't deserve it at all. Lokai knew what it was to feel these human emotions, yet they clashed with his Angelic ideals, making thought a very painfull thing to even deal with. So he spent his days watching the sky, hopping for a sign that he could one day return home. He watched for so long that his body became intangled in vines, branches, forms of life, Seasons passed, along with many more years. In that time his eyes turned blue, to match the sky, to the place he wanted to be, and forever would Lokai be wanting to return home.

Harru sat quietly in the back of the transfiguration classroom, hands clenched in his lap. Proffessor McGonagle(sp?) Stood Idly at the front of the classroom by her desk sorting out papers and scrolls. Morning sun poured into the room from the tall glass windows on the left side of the room that reached from your waist up to the ceiling. The golden warmth spread accross two rows of double seated tables onto the right wall adorned with charts of written spells and a few moving pictures. Harru took a deep breath as he pulled a thick leatherbound book from his bag with TRANSFIGURATION LEVEL 1 etched in gold accross its surface. He looked around the empty room, the heard the footsteps and tell tale voices of approaching students. [i]"Please, don't let potter be in this class, please"[/i] He begged quietly to himself. The little episode of internal hate and terror was enough to send him back to his room this morning. But he had to do his best, he had to be the best, or be sent back home. [i]"I don't want to go back there, ever." [COLOR=seagreen]"you don't have to"[/COLOR][/i] Harru started, jumping a bit in his seat, He looked about the room to see who had spoken to him. The classroom was still empty spare him and the Proffessor, who couldn't even hear his own thoughts. He sighed again. [i]"Calm down Harru, you're just getting jitters from your first day, I bet this happens to a lot of first years."[/i] He assured himself reaching into his bag to retreive his quill and ink. [i] [COLOR=seagreen]"Not many first years are quite like you"[/COLOR][/i] Harru gave a yelp jerking his hand from his bag. A small drop of blood lay still on his finger from a small self inflicted wound. "Is everything alright?" The proffessor asked from the front of the room hearing his shocked cry. "Y-Yes Proffessor, I just pricked myself on my quill" He held it up as to show proof, but what was really worrying him was that voice. That wheezy high pitched voice. The subject no longer dwelled on his mind, as he watched a small group of students file into the room, looking for suitable seats.

[COLOR=darkred] Ari Watched jake leave in a hurry completely missing the point of the two men's disscussion. Not that it mattered because she was having too much fun being drunk at the moment, that didn't mean however that her curiosity was left unlubricated by the makeshift relaxant. "So..." She looked sidelong at John who still seemed to be struggling with the fact that he had very little money at the moment, "..You're heading to a cave with that guy eh? Didn't know you swung that way my friend" She gave him a drunken cheeky gaze that only received an equaly drunken angry glare. "Like I'm going out of my way to sleep with some guy!" John exclaimed pushing away from the bar, "we're headed off to become infamous heros known as 'deamon slayers', besides it's none of your buisness anyway." Had Ari heard the last part of John's scentence she wouldn't have bothered to probe any furthur, but upon hearing The word Deamon, she had to ask. "Really? You two are on a killing spree?" "yeah, whatever you make of it" John turned away from the bar, planning to make his exit while Lou was in the back. "Well, could I tag along? I haven't had much to do, this sounds like fun" Ari put on an unfamiliar womanly charm that she stumbled over with due to the excessive amounts of alchohol in her bloodstream. "I suppose it's still a free country" John mummbled looking torwards the door. [/COLOR]

[color=darkred] Ari sat up from the Bar a moment, trying to shake off the Hazy blur that was her past, Lou knew how to serve 'em that's for sure. "well, the real name's Arianna, and I used to live in a city, as happy as a fraking girl could be. I took care of my little brother well, because our parents are dead, long story, anyways--" She paused to think for a moment, ignoring that small thatch of pain she had when mantioning any of her family, she figured she wasn't drunk enough yet. "Anyways" she started again, "My little brother was out with his friends that night, so I had NBC's new years special, a bottle of jack danniels and myself to bring in the new year with." She knocked back another shot, this part was always the most painfull, but the least memorable, She supposed that all the brain cell killing she did afterwards contributed to that. "I don't remember much about the Crack opening up, I don't remeber killing six people in fear, but sure enough when I came around to it, I had enough blood and gore on myself and this baby" She nodded to her lance, "to proove otherwise." John nodded in what seemed to be sympathy, that or he was just struggling to stay awake. "I never found my brother, and ever since I came back to reality, I've been looking for him. There's a part of me that knows he's dead, but there's a part of me that stil has hope, the only bit of human left in me..." Ari caught herself before she had another breakdown, it wasn't really that pleasant to watch on the outside, so she downed another glass and donned a smile. "And that my friend is my hell" [/color]

Harru gave a sidelong glance to Draco who didn't even seem to acknowlage him today, all as well since he had already gotten himself a pair of "friends" to werak havoc with. Harru sighed pushing his plate away from him watching the last of the Letter owls take flight to their designated tower. Nobody would write him this year, it's not like they needed a reason. Harru did however have a pet, his one true friend Thimbal, a pocket Gryffin, but unfortunately he had to leave him home. An elbow butted Harru in the side irritably as a small stack of cards was pressed into his hand. "Ah, Our scheduals are being passed out." An older student remarked looking over his own card. Harru pulled his card from the stack and passed the pile along, hearing moans of dissapointment or gleefull laughter depending on the classes ordered. Harru looked down the list of classes on his card, it seemed he'd have a full day ahead of him, nothing short of exciting at Hogwarts, that was for sure... "Let's see, Transfiguration first with Gryffindor" He spoke quietly to himself. "Gryffindor?!" A fourth year girl sitting accross the table from him squealed, "Ooh that's a rotten house that is, nothing but a bunch of do-gooders, stuck up brats if you ask me." Her volume drew attention furthur up the table receiving grins and small applause, it seemed that The Slytherin Table wasn't the only group of students that had heard the remarks, for a few heads at Gryffindor turned to look as well. One Boy in particular met eyes with Harru, He had a wild mop of black hair, and the clearest of green eyes hidden behind round glasses along with a small wiry build that wasn't that much different from Harru. A deep burning anger grew inside of the young Slytherin student that he couldn't explain, when he suddenly heard: [COLOR=seagreen]"Kill him, He must Die!"[/COLOR] inside of his own head! Harru averted his gaze to his clenched hands that were clammy with sweat. "That's Potter" Draco hissed at him from around Crabbe, "Remember that Git I always used to tell you about?" "uh, yes" Harru lied, He couldn't even remember his age because he was terrified of the hate and anger that dissapeared as suddenly as it appeared. Without hesitation Harru stood from the table and made a beeline for the exit as quickly as possible, he needed space away from this boy before class started.

[COLOR=darkred] "Just Give the man his Drink Lou" Ari spoke looking up from her now empty glass, "and you can top mine off while you're at it." She stood carrying her glass in one hand, lance in the other, stopping at the front of the bar to take a seat near John who only gave her a Melancholy glare. "I don't have any money for what you want to sell" He spoke with a little more than digust in his voice, Ari only smiled cheekily. "I'm no whore, just your friendly neighborhood deamon-killer" She nodded to her lance propped against the bar. "Then what do you want?" Lou slid them both their drinks mummbling something vulgar about his customers as he attempted to clean glasses with what looked like a Rag that was used to clean up blood. John knocked back his drink waiting for Ari to answer him while she stared at the filmy surface of hers. "I've never seen you around here before, traveling abroad?" "You could say that." he half turned to look at her on that fine edge of being officialy drunk, whatever Lou put in his "usual" was definitely taking its effect. [/COLOR] --------------- I'll let you take it from here Squall

OOC: I guess it's the next morning now....And if nobody has any objections I suppose Draco will be a free controlable character. ------------------------------------------- Harru didn't sleep well that night, being how he was in a very different place for the first time in his life. The other Slytherins weren't really a friendly bunch, and the other houses didn't seem to be any different torwards him. [i]Maybe it's just me...[/i] Harru thought as he quietly dressed amongst the snores of his roomates, One large thug of a boy named Goyle, an oppinionated brown haired boy and Draco who had a fit of not getting his own room. Harru didn't mind other people at all actualy, since he was never really allowed to have any privacy whatsoever, countless years of being followed around a castle with an aging bag of bones was nowhere near as bad as sharing a room with three other boys. Harru Adjusted his silver and green Tie once more before he quietly slipped out of the room. *** The lunch hall wasn't as full as he had imagined it would be, figuring some students like his room mates were still sleeping, it was only six in the morning after all. He took a seat at the Baron Slytherin Table helping himself to some bacon and pumpkin juice, listening to the quiet chit-chat of the other students.

ok, I'm finnaly here! ----------------------------------- [color=darkred]The bar was unaturaly quiet, but Ari liked it that way, it was a sign that things would be safe for a while. After several agonizing months of travel and no living sign of her brother she found herself in this piss-hole of a bar. It wasn't only the numbing effect of the alchahol but it was a generaly safe place to rest and collect well needed cat naps. She yawned from her corner where she had been croutching for a good hour, she could already feel the pricking effects of her legs "falling asleep", but she didn't mind, any little pain that's gained makes you stronger... Right now the Bar held herself and two other men, both looking as if they had as many troubles as her, but who didn't nowadays? She stood, ruffling choppy black locks out of her eyes and streatching her tingling legs, making her way slowly over to the bar. She sat at the end, and motioned for her usual.[/color] ------------------------------------ Well that could have been longer but I'm being rushed.

Well here I be after vacation, doesn't look like it's too far! :) -------------------------------------------------------- Harru looked out the misty carrige window from the edge of his seat with slight anxiety, this was his first year at hogwarts, his first year away from his family. Wich wasn't at all a bad thing, because they never really seemed to act like family. "Young Master Ashton, I would advise that you stay in your seat" A drawling, proper voice spoke from over his shoulder. "Yes, Harris, I-I'm sorry." He appologised to the man sitting next to him, an ancient fossil of a man. Harris had been his makeshift nanny and personal buttler for as long as he could remember, not very comforting as a child holding an age spotted hand and smelling musty robes covered by mint calogne everywhere he went. Harru was just glad he could get away from the old stickler, and have fun with people that weren't balding in Merlin's time. Harru Glanced out the window again at the school looming out of the wild, secretly hoping that no one would see his arrival. It was embarassing enough to have a reputation of a Castle brat, but to arrive in your own carriage according to your parent's will? That was terrible... Harru swallowed down his fears as the carriage slowed to a stop in front of the grand oak doors. He could see that turning heads were pointed in his dirrection, as the driver hopped from his mount and went to open the cabin door. Harru heaved a sigh again attracting Harris's attention. "Would it please Young Master Ashton to forget Hogwarts and learn at home as Mistress Ashton suggested?" Harris spoke in his usual monotone. Harru shook his head jerkingly, the last thing he wanted right now was to be dragged back home. "No Harris, this will be fine, So, I shall see you......" Harru thought about hlidays and didn't even want to dwell on the thought for long, "...For Summer" Even admitting that was painfull. "I see Young Master, But i have been advised to be here when the winter holidays begin, do you understand?" Great, being found again in this stupid carriage. "Yes Harris, I shall be going now." Harru fixed his Robes and hopped from the seat and out of the cabin so fast that the bony hand almost didn't catch him. Harru's white mopped head whipped around irritably at his reeking escort, "Yes Harris?" "shouldn't I accompany you into the school Young Master?" It was more of a statement than a question. "No, I'll be fine." Harru grinned meekly backing away into a line of younger students who eyed him with suspicion and humor. "Your things will be taken inside then, Young Master" Harris called after him, rousing a collective giggle from a nearby group of girls. Harru knew then, that this was to be an interesting year. *** After what seemed a millenia later, Harru had near forgoten his arrival, but wasn't talking to any of the first year students around him. A great releif befell him though, when the sorting was to begin, announced by a proffessor in the front with a yellowed scroll. ----------------------------------------- Holy hell, I could write a novel eh?

I'm back from my lovely christmas holiday!!! and looks like it's just in time too! Thanks so much for keeping me in! ---------------------------------------------- "just set it Down" Suko said calmly tucking her book underneith her arm. "well, what for?" Daniel asked with chalenge, "What are you getting at anyway?" "Just put it down and I'll explain." Suko spoke again with the same calmness, smiling as Daniel obeyed. The Nidoran lifted its eyelids quite cautiously, and shifted its gaze to each person with care. It trembled a bit on th spot, as if it were afraid of the band of trainers. "Now" Suko began Silently moving torwards Daniel, "Hold this out to it, give it a reason to trust you." She pressed a pokemon Healing potion into his hand and motoned for the others to back away. Daniel Croutched down to the ground, holding the potion at arms length, so that the Nidoran could get a good look at it, along with its peculiar scent. The Nidoran's gaze was now intently on Daniel, a change going through teh emotions in its eyes, Daniel smiled at the small pokemin kindly. "I'm not going to hurt you, I want to help" he cooed quietly. The others watched patiently for the reaction of the Nidoran. Slowly, one step at a time, The tiny pink Pokemon inched its way torwards Daniel, untill its snout was pressed firmly into his palm, a good distance to aply the formula. After the potion took full efect, teh nidoran collapsed into Daniel's hand quite exhausted. Daniel Smiled brilliantly as he held his new pokemon in his arms. "Well done my boy." Suko mused as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "I should thank you, how did you know that it would do that?" Daniel smiled. "I didn't" "what?!" A bemused Dominic quirped from behind her, "what if it ran off? What then?" "well" Suko paused dramaticaly in thought "It was never meant to be." A collective sigh and plenty of eye rolling left Suko's theory in the dust, but left Daniel with a new friend.

Suko watched the last of the pidgeys fly by, the fluttering of their wings seemed to wake up her meowth as well, who leapt down to the ground scrounging for something shinny to hold his attention. Suko looked at the others for a moment before remembering something. "Oh I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." She placed a hand akwardly behind her head, "My name's Suko and that's my Meowth" She pointed at her feet where she thought Meowth would be, instead he was sniffing around Daniel's Charmaner, trying to swat at its firey tail.

Suko hurried along at a jog to see what was happening up the road, Her Meowth still slept idly on her shoulder as peacefull as it could be. Suko slowed down once she reached the skirts of the woods, where she could see three boys each with a pokemon. Suko recognised them as younger boys from the town, she never really talked to them much, mostly because she kept to herself a lot. "Hey, what happened here?" She asked walking into the wooded clearing looking around, she grinned ambituouisly when she saw a few Kakuna hanging from trees, "Oh wow, Kakuna! I've gotta write this down!" Suko hurriedly checked her pockets for something to write with when memory kicked in, "oh...." She looked at the boy she knew as Dominic, "you wouldn't happen to have a pen on you?" -------------------------- OOC: Look this is really going to sound bad, but after today I won't be back on the OB untill Jan. 5, does someone want to controll my character untill then?

[i]Meowth: cat-type pokemon, normal, beggining stage. I have observed the meowth's odd fascination with shinny objects with little or no value, more documentation must be performed to come to a concl-[/i] "Hey! Come back here with that!" Suko Shouted as her silver pen was snatched from her hand suddenly, "Meowth! That was my pen!" Suko stood from her stone perch and glanced about the grass feild irritably. The high morning sun gave no clue to where her pest of a pokemon had dissapeared to, the knee high grass hid many things, including stolen possesions. Suko had been writting down facts about her Meowth earlyer in the feild, maybe to find his treasures hiding spot, skipping off from her morning chores, although, Chores looked pretty good about now. A curled Dusty colored tail sprang up above the grass and made a bee-line to where Suko stood, Within Moments a purring proud looking Mouth brushed lovingly against her legs, acting as if she ad no reason to be cross with him at all. "you think you're pretty cute huh...?" She spoke to her feline friend sarcasticly gathering her book and bag, she was only met with a large yawning meow. "alright, I guess we have to go back to the house now, C'mon Meowth." Suko held out her arms, letting her meowth leap up into them, tehn onto her shoulders where he collected a well deserved nap, Hiding things from your trainer was rather hard. By the time she had reached the path, a few familiar faces appeared furthur up the road. ---------------------------------------- I don't really like to controll other people's characters, but you can use Suko if you like, just keep true to the character.

Name: Suko Himono Age:16 Description: (I'll have a pic later, but this should hold you over for now) Unusualy short for her age, Suko is sometimes mistaken to be younger than she actualy is. And who could know with her large violet eyes and long chocolate hair, braided far past her waist. Although she may look young she's far from dressing the part, Suko usualy wears a long deep red waistcoat without sleeves and a pair of black denim shorts. Along with this ensamble she donns red boots that come halfway up her calves and an odd pair of large bannana yellow fingerless gloves. Also, she wears a Pokeball pendant around her neck (a gift from her sister). Biography/persona: Apart from her looks and brash personality, Suko is actualy quite clever when it comes to pokemon. Her secret asspirations over the years was to document the actions, behavior and powers off every pokemon that roamed her world. A big dream for a young girl, but she has nonetheless kept with this dream, nowadays carrying a black book everywhere she goes (wich has about ten different kinds of Pokemon in it as of now). Suko wishes to follow the steps of her older sister into the world to make something of herself through her love of pokemon. Starting Pokemon: [COLOR=sienna]Meowth[/COLOR] Trainer Type: Professor-wannabe alright, your RP sample is comming.

*Jumps in to join the fun* Name: Carmen Vonranken Age: 22 Description: A slight figured woman with shoulder length thich brown hair and sharp green eyes. Who wears an array of mismatched clothes in offten unuiqe ways. Bio: Carmen's first years on her own were hard and lonely, she struggled in a low rate appartment trying to get her comic book published, this contest was her only choice, just to have enough money to get herself set straight and proove to her family that she's not a failure. Carmen can come off as broody and self absorbed at first but that's her self defence mechanism mixed with an artist's disposistion. Once you know Carmen her dry wit and large sense of humor can warm you to the heart. Yay! a normal character for once! --Edit-- [b][COLOR=red]Something has come up to where I will not be online for the next two weeks, so I may have to withdraw from this RPG, Sorry[/COLOR][/b]

"booty for days?" Is there any woman alive who likes being told she has "booty for days"? Listen buddy, if you really want this girl, maybe you should adopt a different attitude, this one doesn't seem to be working. in any case, good luck.

Snatch is my favorite movie out of the three. And Shinobi is now bannished to damnation because he used th little banter I was going to post, Sigh, great minds think alike I guess ;). So you'll have to settle for a Brick top quote: "when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it's no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a p*sshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies' digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don't want to go sievin' through pig *****, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, "as greedy as a pig." Fear the man who owns pigs, and wears cokebottle glasses!

My mother listens to his stuff, but I did like him when he was on American Idol, something about the underdog appealed to me.