Angelus_Necare

Name: Arianna Menatti "Ari" Age: 26 Gender: Female Appearance: A short taught woman with short black hair and Jadded green eyes. Bio: Ari Lived in a humble New York appartment with her sixteen year old brother Anthony whom she tried to give the best life possible considering their parents were dead, trying her damndest to bring in enough money with her advertisment Gigs. This was all pretty normal, as normal as things would ever be before the "crack" appeared. On New years Eve Anthony left to spend the night with a friend, Leaving Ari home to ring in the new years watching channel nine cozzying up with a bottle Of jack daniels, the last night Ari saw Anthony alive. How She had managed to survive is still a blur, but now she is a war hardened person, nearly completely void of all human emotions. There still is a bit life in her, for wherever she goes she searches for signs of her lost brother. Weapon(s): A broken Iron Post, fashioned into a long fighting lance. Two arm length "Daggers" that she salvaged from the local butchery. --edit-- [COLOR=red]This Rp may start before I get back, so I may be making a late appearance, if that's ok. [/COLOR]

I've got a character in mind, I've used him before on the official HP Boards, so if it sounds familiar, it was me! Name: Harru Ashton Appearance: Shaggy White hair and large rusty (reddish) colored eyes. House: Slytherin (first year) Friends: Not many (has had a playdate with draco once or twice). Small Bio: Harru was born into a full blooded wizard family the day Voldemort was "Killed". Harru's parents were respectable followers of voldemort and offered their own son as an heir to the dark lord. Harru is Harry's Exact Opposite in every way spare the fact that Harru is a friendly boy. The Ashtons and the Malfoys have been old family friends for years so Harru knows Draco well, even if they don't always get along. At times Harru will wander off by himself with onyl a raspy high-pitched voice to keep him company. Harru does not know of his fate, and dissregards the voice offten. There you have it, Ta! --Edit-- [COLOR=red]This Rp may start before I get back, so I may be making a late appearance, if that's ok.[/COLOR]

Then it's clear Duorocks that you haven't been told that you're going shopping the day after christmas. Here's to another Black friday part 2... anyways I'm not looking forward to christmas anymore than I look forward to tomorow, only untill a few years ago did the thought of sleeping in on christmas morning dwell upon me. But I am quite glad to see some members of my family, and to spend some quatliy time with people I really care about. as to you Otakuboards community, Happy Holidays and Cheers!

I received a Furby for christmas the year they came out, oddly enough I didn't remember showing any intrest in one but my parents seeing that it was a craze figured it was a good idea anyway... His name was "dohmo" and he's green with black stripes, over the months Dohmo began to acumulate accessories wich included an earing, silver chain, and a little red vest, yes I turned my Furby into a metrosexual.... Anyhow his batteries died a couple of years ago and I didn't bother replacing them, now he sits on my shelf gathering dust (next to the pet rock and empty sea monkey aquarium mind you) with his hellish auburn gaze and squeaky voice that damands me to burn things.

Isn't this where you're supposed to sing "my two front Teef!" huh, guess not. What I really want for christmas is my enemies bound, gagged and left on my doorstep, but I'm not getting that either. I guess a gift card to Barnes and Noble would be nice...

Mine's white lustrum with a garnet (my Birthday month stone) sun burst interior cut. It has my name on it and my school, along with the capricorn goat and a dragon (don't ask). Funnily enough I never wear the damn thing because I'm afraid I'll loose it.

I played neopets a long while ago, and I forget what my username is, but I think it's Anima_Malus for good measure.... I recall having a good million+ in my neopets bank, I just played meerca chase untill I passed out in front of my computer screen. I think I had Two Shoryus and an Ixi I wonder how they're doing.....

I feel bad for you man, I can't imagine what an 800 pound trailer must have felt like on your foot. I've broken my right foot before too, spraring no less... I went to kick my friend on his midsection side when he moved just right so that I kicked his hip instead. My friend is really thinso I was just hitting bone. I limped around for a day untill I caved in to head out to the doc's, turns out my foot was fractured and I had to learn how to use crutches (That sucked). anyways I hope you heal quickly!

That movie was hillarious, I mean the woman was a total Wackadoo. I feel bad for Christina and I don't blame her for giving rights to that movie. I thought it was shot very well expressing the gradual change into such physcotic episodes as cutting down your rosebush or shearing your daughter's hair off. There's also a song about her by Blue Oyster Cult called "Joan Crawford"

Ringo always had depressing creative problems because he could only do three or four different beats. Anyone ever hear yellow submarine? He really can't sing either, lol.

Living with my father for the seventeen years of my life has turned me into a Beatles Historian (not that I asked for it or anything). But they have become one of my favorite bands of all time (Bob Dylan influenced or not :p). It's really too bad that John isn't alive today, I mean, two more inches to the left after that shooting and we'd be one less Yoko Ono in the world (wich would be an improvement, trust me). At least we still have Paul, Ringo (Richard Starkey), and George's remains floating in an Indian river. Oh well, like Lennon said, "All you need is love"

A lot of these stories of what we did to our barbies just goes to show why we're well bred upstanding adults today... I had barbies, about six or seven I guess, my one and only Ken Doll was decapitated by my brother and thrown at a moving truck, just because he and his friends thought it was funny. I also had the bendable ballerina barbie wich adds to My young demented mind and I think you can run with it from there. I think I was about Eleven when I stopped playing with barbies though, the rest found their home with my younger cousin who collects them.

Wonder why I haven't written here before???? Well, I live in a teeny tiny little farm town called Taberg, New York, what else should you know about it? It gets colder than hell here in the winter time, we have little or no Minorities, "red neck" is a popular Term for your neighbor, and the closest thing to another human being is a Cow.

I agree with the lack of actual killing in that movie. I thought it would be a lot better than the hype of the media made it out to be, TCM to Kill Bill is like comparing Teletubies to South Park. I went this past weekend with two friends and cam to the conclusion that the only thing scary about the experience was getting my ID checked (Twice!) I am seventeen but they needed actual Info, funny how I was never checked when Kill Bill came out. Did anyone else have the same problem?

Sorry if I haven't been posting, I've been so busy and suffering from a small infection of writters block. And since I'm waiting for Erinzyger to reply to Anima's Actions I'll just add something to keep this alive. ----------------------------------------------------------- The dark side of saturn was a cold and barron place. Ships rarely bothered to travel this far for lack of service and not wanting to take the risk of breaking down in the middle of nowhere. Beyond Jupiter, space was the not unlike the Antartic, empty and cold. This was why he hid out here, like the fugitive he was. Now was the time when he could rest, and plot his next kill, For life was not much more to live for. He had lived for ages, and would even longer for he knew he wouldn't die. His Name was Corben. The console of the small cargoship hummed and lit the cabin dimly with lights of green and red. A dark haired man, young in appearance, sat idly in the pilot's seat, his hands folded in his lap as his eyes traveled the horizon of Saturn, watching the warm glow of the sunrise spread accross it's noxious clouds. The gasses turned from an inky black to a soft gold dancing accross the surface of the planet in their endless march of death, so lovely and yet so much in despair. This was why Corben chose to hide by Saturn. As his cobalt eyes danced over the planet's morning, his mind wandered far away into the past, back to a time when he was granted mortality. He had just started working at the space gates, a new and better way to travel across the heavens, such a wonder it was that technology could bless mankind so. Yes, they were blessed alright, even on that day when the gate exploaded. Corben was found clinging for dear life to a Buick sized shard of metal, running out of oxygen from his enviro-suit. It took the rescue team precious Hours to coax him off of the scraped peice of gate to discover that it was a miracle that he sustained no injuries, nor did he have any brain damage due to lack of oxygen. Corben was Released the next day on a small Mars collony. He learned only a few days later, that he could never feel pain again, nor would he ever sucumb to the grace that is death. He didn't try to understand why he couldn't Die or be injured, but can now recall hearing about a boy, who only a year ago was brought out of his imortality by a Bounty Hunter and an element that could nullfiy teh radioactive agents sustaining youth. Corben didn't care to ease his fate, he quite enjoyed being God. And if he is God, Why is it wrong to take life away? Corben stood from his seat, the planet below now basked in the sun's Gentle faraway glow, he felt restless in the way that he knew a murder was comming. An article from "Hunter Weekly" Fell from his lap onto the floor that had the new bounty for the "Cowboy killer" Pasted all over it. He moved to the window pressing his forhead to the icy glass. "Come for me little children, My Web will be waiting" --------------------------------- Well, that needed to get out in some way shape or form, I'd like to request that only I control Corben physicaly, thanks, and have fun!

My earliest memory of Rainbow brite was probably of my neighbor. She was about five years older than me and she loved that damned show. I remember we'd play rainbow brite but I always ended up playing the bad guy (forgot his name) or one of the fuzzy creatures. Maybe that's why I'm so demented today.........

I'm taking ceramics now in school, just to add to my Art major. I really didn't think I'd like the class but I really do. The atmosphere is really friendly and my teacher is wonderfull, plus it's a good way to end my day, going home covered in clay dust...

Anima was far from finished with her bar scouring night. She wasn't out to drink, but out to recruit, and so far no winners seemed to prance her way. Anima frowned at the back of a large man who she had just spoken with who was too frightened to go after her bounty. The Bar she was in was quite full and loud, a good place to go if you didn't want to be heard, or have your guest hear you. Anima had never been to this bar before but she thought that Monte's would be a good place to start looking for bounty hunters, was she wrong... She looked on in intrest at a fight that broke out on the other side of the bar as she stood to leave, and at the yong man who broke it up. Anima smirked for a moment before weaving her way to the bar next to a drunkard that looked like he was having a conversation with the stool next to him. "evening" Anima Said taking a seat next to fridge looking sqarely at Nano. "hi, can i get you something?" Nano leaned to the left to watch the two former fighters eye eachother with distaste. "you can start by telling me how old you are" Anima leaned both elbows onto the bar. "no offense lady but I don't date older women" nano absentmindedly picked up another glass to clean, clearly thinking that the insult wouldn't occur to a drunken woman hitting on a fourteen year old boy. "listen you!" Anima reached over the bar and caught the collar of Nano's shirt, "I'm not in the mood for your bullshit, now tell me how old you are." "fourteen! let go of me you nutcase!" Anima Dropped him as he reached for his crossbow, she left him staring down the barrel of her gun. "how does a fourteen year old run a bar and opperate a crossbow with deadly precission?" She asked with a smile. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I think I'll let you take it from there Erinzyger. and a sketch of Anima....

Anima lowered her ship to a small bar inside the orbit of mars, she slightly tipped her wings to the left to avoid hitting a Military fighter on its way out of the dock. Anima parked her ship and locked into the bay making her way to the bar, hands shoved deep into her pockets. "Evening Anima." The bartender nodded at Anima's entrance, she politely smiled back and took a seat at the bar glancing around the barron tavern as she did. "Not a lot of buisness tonight?" She asked propping her chin on the butt of her hand. The bartender slid her a shot of scotch, her usual at this bar, then he sighed picking up a rag to clean the beer sticky bar, not something to be proud of, but it was his bar after all. "There was a lad in here playing the violin, Saddest face as Space itself that one." "Everyone who lives out here doesn't lead the perfect life..." Anima trailed off tipping the shot into her mouth letting its burning sensation trail down to the pit of her stomach. She thought of her own life, and how pitifull it could be at times. "Aye" The bartender grasped the spotty rag for a moment, licking his lips in thought as some people did, "You know what I'd be, If I wasn't here?" Anima lifted her head adn raised an eyebrow in question. "I-I'd have a country home on earth, yes, and a wife, two kids, oh and a little dog." He wrung the rag in his hands as he spoke, "And I'd own a farm, and we'd be happy, my wife, my children. I'd come in from the barn every night, and I'd be so tired, but my wife would be there with a warm meal, the children, they'd come tin from playing." He spoke as if this were a real life he led, "and- and we'd be happy, there would be sunshine, and clouds, I haven't seen clouds since......since..." He wrung the rag even tighter, as if the little residue it gave would be enough to make his dream come true. The bartender made a small noise deep in his throat and went back to cleaning his bar. "just a dream" he muttered. Anima Set her shot glass down along with her money. "But it's a Dream, nonetheless." She smiled at him turning to leave, "see you next time"

On new years my family and I play uno untill midnight (or dawn if we're really getting into it) it was a thing we did at my grandmother's house, usualy it was the adults playing, as a kid you wanted so baddly to just join in. When you hit that turning point to be an "adult" your night was made. Since we're also Irish (my grandma's full Irish, I'm Irish/greek) My family likes to get drunk, a lot, But they're happy drunks!

I'll be turning 18 in January, the only thing I'll find differently is being able to drive after nine (stupid, stupid new york law!) or drink within my own family, see, I'm irish, and being 18 is like 21 so.... -Driving after nine -getting smashed when I don't want to... it'll be a good year ;)

Name: Fenn Harris Age: 23 Power: none (homosaphien) Appearance: A strong taught figured girl, holding more of the apearance of a tall teenage boy rather a full grown woman. She wears an old leather top, cracked and faded by time that holds her in giving her no female form at all, loose leather sleeves that fan out at the wrist have been occasionaly attached in past years to manage with the anual cold. Her choice in pants stays the same year round as old thick cloth trousers that are tucked into her black leather boots rimmed with metal. Around her neck she carries a shard of transparent sparkling metal on a tweed cord, Fenn never explains what it is for, and no one usualy asks when she idly plays with it. Her hair rarely is alowed to grow beyond her shoulders as it's bothersome to manage. More often than not it is a deep red mass that sits tied back or carelessly covered on top of her head. She has almond shaped green eyes sporting flecks of gold and a delicate and charming nose, Fenn is really a pretty girl, wether she likes to admit it or not. Weapon(s): When Fenn cannot use her own hands to aid herself in combat she use a hidden switchblade kept in her boot or grab anything around her that would substitue a sword or staff. She is currently looking for a suitable weapon. Short Bio: Fenn was born and abandoned as an infant, given to the care of an old man known only as Harris. He owned a small humble tavern that gained it's share of buisness over the years untill dangerous spats between clans began to occur in his presence. One night knowing it the best for his young adopted daughter's safety he tried to break up a small fight at the bar and only gained a fatal chest wound. Harris Died in Fenn's arms, leaving her completely alone, Fenn was only ten years old when Harris died but she promised herself that she would opperate the Tavern on her own, it was that or live on the streets as a theif. Over the years the Tavern has done quite well with the help of a man Fenn hired named Artoa. He acts as a bouncer if things ever get out of hand but doesn't always treat Fenn with respect, picking at her womanly assets, one reason Fenn tries to make herself as good as a man. Personality: Fenn has a strong will and will get up several times after being knocked down, she hates hearing the word "no" and will fight forcefully for what she beleives in. She does a good job letting those around her what she wants or needs from them, and does well enough keeping her own secrets. I hope that's enough.

[i] [COLOR=royalblue]buy now for onl--[/COLOR] *click* [COLOR=crimson]This week on young and the--[/COLOR] *click* [COLOR=green]I think this little tree is a happy tr--[/COLOR] *click* [COLOR=sienna]you just slice the chicken, like so then--[/COLOR] *click* [COLOR=orangered]Well shucks and howdee padnuhs to a brand new episode of Big Shot! [/COLOR][/i] A tall blonde haired blue eyed man tipped his oversized cowboy hat to the camera in greeting, next to him stood a dark beautifull woman with rich chocolate eyes and a million dollar smile. [i][COLOR=orangered]Well hey there all you cowpolk, My name's Cindy...[/COLOR][/i] The Blonde man chimed in after her: [i][color=orangered]And I'm Arnold! On this very new show that you all have been missing we have a New...[/color][/i] Cindy popped a hand up: [i][color=orangered]...And well paying new bounty, but are you brave enough to find him?[/color][/i] Arnold stood next to a picture pasted to a cheezy backdrop of the bounty, it was the outline of a man with a large questionmark pasted over his face. [i][color=orangered]This snakey bandit is known as the infamous 'cowboy killer'. He's been charged with the deaths of seven bounty hunters in the last two months![/color][/i] Cindy put her hands to her face dramaticaly: [i][color=orangered]Oh my! He has a Ten Million Woolong bounty on his head, but are you crazy cowpolk guttsy enough to go get him? Our next bounty--[/i][/color] *click* Anima stared at the small blank monitor twirling the remote controll in her hand. She held a daring glint in her eye as her mind wraped around the concept of catching the "cowboy killer". Her den, located in the old mess hall of her ex-oil tanker, more now commonly knon as the "zamboni", was dark and quiet as it always was, and Anima liked it that way. She stood up to stretch, only shuddering slightly against thecold emptyness of her ship and walked to the stairwell her boots making echoing clumps around her. "wonder how many people it will take..." she thought aloud pulling on an old olive green jacket that hung on the stair railing as she headed out the hatch to the hanger. It was starting to get late, although one could never tell from space, it was always darker then...Anima had been orbiting Mars for the last month, leaving her ship open as a minor repair and body shop. The hanger only now held her own zipper ship "the bee" and a larg imposing oil stain from her last customer's defective ship. Anima crawled into "the Bee" and plotted a course for the nearest bar she could find, tonight, she would prepare for another bounty hunt. --------------------------------------------------------- ok, one thing I forgot to mention in the signup, you can only controll other people's characters with [b]THEIR[/b] Permission. Anyone can use Anima just as long as it doesn't get out of hand.

Ok, The four Bounty hunters I have selected are: Geist as Sergei Belov Chaosfaerie as Eva Romero Erinzyger as Nano T man as Jake Miro So there you are, sorry to those who didn't get in but if you really really really really want to be in this we can work something out, Just Pm me. The Rp will start ASAP [QUOTE]Hi, Angel. Do you mind if I call you, Angel? It's better than Angie, don't you think?[/QUOTE] If you want to call me anything Call me Tiff.

It's been a long time since I've started an Rpg, it's been even longer since I've been in one that's finished at all. so here you have Cowboy Bebop: Fresh Shot. This Story contains [b][color=crimson]SPOILERS[/b][/color] If you don't want the ending of the series to be ruined for you then don't even bother reading any furthur, thanks. [i][COLOR=indigo]it's two years after the fall of the Red Dragon Syndicate and the death of a cowboy who had nothing left to loose. Time didn't stop, didn't even slow down for these events, just moved on as it always did. A new underground organization known as the snake's head has a firm cold grip on the world of organized crime. And wherever there was crime there would be bounty hunters. The life of a hunter was not a glorious one, it wasn't even special, but the rush that was won after the persued prey was captured, that was always worth it. Now New threats of the underground mob interfere with intertwined destinies of five bounty hunters who will come to question life and death itself.[/COLOR] I need four bounty hunters (I being the fifth), if more than four apply I will pick the best posts, I ask for decent experianced Rpers who know the forum rules and can make a commitment to this Rpg. I also ask that no one try to play as Jet, Faye or Edward, this is like it's own seperate story. that set aside this is what I need from you: Name: Age: Occupation: (if they do something besides bounty hunting) Weapon of choice: (not too many) Ship: Aprearance: Bio: There, you're free, have at it! ---------------------------------- My Char: Name: Anima Dalton Age: 24 Occupation: Bounty hunter; ship repairer Weapon of choice: sawed off shot gun, six inch belt dagger. Ship: A renovated oil tanker ("Zamboni") Small zipper ship ("bee") Appearance: a stringy unshapely woman with short flyaway black hair and deep green eyes. Her wardrobe consists mainly of loose fitting clothing that seems to give her some volume (will most likely add a pic) Bio: Anima began bounty hunting when she first dropped out of college. Her final decision to leave came the night her somewhat eccentric roomate decided to smother Anima in her sleep, The rush she gained taking her roomate down was what started it all, the strugle the anticipation, it was liek a natural drug. Anima stays in contact with her mother every now and then (more or less her mother contacts her). Anima leads her life as carefree as possible, lazing about, picking up bounties and going where she pleases, if it's one thing about this girl: She likes the danger and the danger likes her.