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Name: 'Dizzy' Rogers Gender: Female Age: 80 Race: Cyborg (appears human) Appearance: Standing in at an unimpressive 5'5" she has a rather voluptuous frame. She appears to be 100% functional, despite the age of the ghost of the person inside her robotic shell. Her eyes show her intelligence, being a beautiful opalescent blue. Her hair is shoulder length and dark brown in color, framing her face nicely. She usually wears a simple black, skin tight body suit, over which is a short, feminine white leather vest. Her feet are clad in tight, tall, high heeled boots, as she like to keep in touch with her feminine body. However, when weighed, she is exactly 240 lbs, especially with all of her bonus weaponry installed. Alterform: Mobile Weapon Alterform abilities: She has no unique abilities while in this form, though her clothing is usually ruined when in this mode. Her abilities lift off, and it is almost as if her combat mode limiter is lifted, if only for a short time. She becomes that much stronger, faster, and merciless. Her body becomes super heated, hence the ruined clothing. Her central cooling system abandons all functions, and works only to keep her brain cool, which it is only able to do so for five minutes, before her body all but completely shuts down, in an attempt to save itself from destroying itself. Alterform Appearence: She radiates immense heat, hence a ripple effect in the air around her. Always, any clothing on her back melts away, as does her skin in several areas. Several circuits on her legs and arms also superheat in such a manner. These superheated circuits give off a reddish glow that seemingly surrounds her. Her eyes also become the color of superheated precious stones, giving her a more menacing appearence. Personality: She's quite a handful, though not crazy. He leans back and listens, though isn't afraid to voice her opinions and ideasfrom both a learned perspective and the wisdom of her true age. She's an infiltrator, a machine made for combat in high pressure zones. She may have her robot body, but she's ALL woman. History: Suffering a terrible injury as a small child, Dizzy was forced into prosthetic bodies all through her childhood. As such, she is a master of her bodily abilities and functions, and has been for quite some time. In her time, she's been a decorated military officer, standing out not just for her inhuman body, but also her ability to handle fire and missions at the same time. Each of her prosthetic upgrades has been better than the last, and now her bodies are nearing perfection, especially with his fast she can operate mentally.

Hope stared vacantly on the ground, but the skittering of a rat came from above her. Looking up, she could see it scurrying down the chain that confined her left arm above her. "I wasn't expecting visitors, though I am grateful for the company." The rat sat in her hand, and cleaned itself, and Hope smiled. The rat scurried away, and the chamber door rattled on the hinges before swinging open, to reveal the priest. Hope didn't glare at him, or even let him see a sob. He would get nothing from her other than truth. The rags she bore now on her body were scanty, revealing far more of her soft flesh than she cared to ever have shown. "Speak now, hellspawn, and tell me... has the devil ever come to you in any form other than his earthly guise? Hope lifted her chin, though did not plead for her life. "I had no part of my Father's affairs." "Then tell me, how you were spared from your so called father's wrath?" Hope closed her eyes, and spoke the truth once more. "I have no explanation." The priest looked at his nails, and leaned over to Hope. "How long have you been the devil's... consort?" he let loose with a snide smile. Hope snarled at him, pulling against her chains, furious. "How dare you! He was my father!" The preist slammed his staff into the side of her face, cutting deep into her cheek. "Speak now! Reveal your witches' secrets to me!" He brought it across her forehead, screaming once again. "Confess!" Glaring furiously, Hope spoke eloquently. "We have nothing further to say." "You will burn for all eternity!" The priest replied, angrily walking away. "I suggest you make peace with what ever gods you serve." Continuing on, the priest's voice echoed from the long hallway. "Confessing is good for the soul, even one as damned as yours." Hope bowed her head, and looked at the ground again, though she soon felt the presence of great evil in the room. "So... you didn't leave, after all." Red eyes appeared in the gloom of the solitary confinment house. "Actually, I just got here." A hideously deformed caricature of a jester appeared before her, and laughed, the bells on his hat jingling. "I am Erys, court jester to the Lord Dalmasca. And you are.... No, no, don't tell me, Hope! The hopelessly naive daughter of Metedies, the Lord of Decipt. And thank the Gods, you don't look a thing like him." He laughed again at his own, sick joke. "Depravity runs rampant with my father's followers, I see." Hope snorted at the jester. "Now Get out." "Hope, I need you." Hope's focused to the sound of her lover. But the jester snapped his fingers, and returned to his degenerate self. "Not one of my better impressions." He grinned, and Hope began to cry, the hot tears rushing down her face. Looking up heavenward, tears rushed down her face. "Please, the deities in heaven, if I have done anything to offend you, I beg of your forgivness." "Please, do you really think that will save you from burning at the stake tomorrow? He laughed insanely. Hope now stared at him, and asked "Why do you torture me? Isn't my death enough?" Erys crossed his arms, in a mockery of thinking. "Hmn... Now that you mention it, no." "What then?" Hope was angry again, and it shone. "Your father can offer you life eternal alongside your lover, Michelo. In exchange, you take your place along side him and honor him as your father. Honoring your father is a holy proclamation, it is rather hard to keep track these days." "Honor Metedis, a devil? Never!" "Suit yourself, though I have grown rather fond of your michelo these past few days." He leaned over to Hope, his long forked toungue flicking around. Hope began to scream. "GET AWAY FROM ME! YOU'RE DISGUSTING!" GET OUT! GET OUT!" Hope lurched against her chains in attempt to hit him, to do anything to get him to leave. The devil backed away, bowing, cordial. "As you wish, my lady. Though, keep in mind your father's prayer, when yours fail to bring you salvation." His red glowing coal like eyes faded away, though his maniacal laughter still rung in hope's ears for some time to come as she sobbed silently, awaiting her death. -------------------------------------------------------- The morning came. Hope was thrown onto a cart, and her face covered with a burlap bag. Her hair had been mercilessly cut, and she awaited her demise silently, knowing she was innocent, and heaven awaited her. As she was tied to the stake, she could hear the chanting of the villiagers. "BURN WITCH BURN!" The extremely dry season had made plenty of dry tinder, especially when stored away from the weather. It had been oddly rainy lately, though this timber was saved just for such occasions. How Hope knew so much was oddly funny to her at that moment. The rain seemed to argue with itself, it would be heavy and light at the same time. Strange. But, then the bag was whipped from her head. She could see no one who showed pity to her. The priest stood up, and all was silenced. "You are condemned to death by fire, and to burn for all time!" He nodded, and the executioner threw the burning torch into the timber. Hope took a deep, shuddering breath as the fires leaped up, eager to consume her. She began to scream, and writh in the fire. Her flesh festered, and blisters popped. "No! God help me!" Before her, suddenly appeared the face of Michelo. "I need you, Hope." For that moment, Hope screamed even louder. "No! No!" She sobbed. "You're not here!" "Join me, Hope. We can be together forever! Speak the Prayer!" Hope sobbed her cries of 'no', though the illusions of Michelo was becoming far to strong to resist. Her mind began to search for the dark prayer. "Speak the prayer NOW!" Hope cried out even more, before collapsing her head down. "Dear Gods, forgive me." OOC: MIRACLE RESCUE PLEASE?

Aweome! i'll be reading now...

then post now lol the real battle wasn't going to be the demon lord, the real battle is coming up soon.

Hope could hear her father, somewhere in the castle, reciting... a psalm? Intent and curious, Hope ventured down the stairs, and made her way into the study, following the sound of her father's voice. [CENTER][I]"Destroyers of light, Illuminators of darkness, I ask thy gate be opened, Open to me."[/I][/CENTER] Walking, Hope saw an open chamber, one she had never known about. Hearing her father pray, she ventured closer until she at least found the source of the chanting. Hope ventured to a corner on a seemingly never ending stair-case, and peeked from around the corner. She could see her father spread his arms, and his chest begin to ripple, until a hole formed, from which the sprits of those who had fallen in his crusade emerged, and into a swirling green vortex. Hope spotted her Michelo, and ran to try to stop his spirit from being sucked into it. "Michelo!" Hope reched for him, but her father grasped her arm, stopping her. "Bad timing, daughter." Hope tried to escape his grasp, but failed. "Who are you?" she cried, frightened. "The better question would be, [I]who are you?"[/I] Outside, the angry villiagers had managed to break inside the castle, and were swarming in. They came to the secret passage, and barged in, spotting Hope and Mathias. The priest was leading the way, blood dripping from his staff topped with the holy symbol of Pelos. "I see you do the devil's work as well." Lord Dalmasca smiled, and the priest pointed at the lord. "I am a man of God!" "And yet, the blood on your staff would suggest otherwise." Roaring, the lord fell away, revealing a cloven hoofed demon with massive horns. "I had plans for more, but they can wait until tomorrow. It would seem you will receive your punishment later, Hope." Roaring again, The demon unleashed a tremendous amount of power, incinerating and destroying many of the villiagers who had come. All that was left now were Hope and the Priest, and he pointed his staff at her. "Unholy spawn of evil! You will be condemned to death for the sins of your father, and your own sins against god!"

Tahlia stretched, and headed out the door, Syria staying behind to clean up some before heading off herself. Tahlia walked, her eyes searching for signs she was being followed. One never could be too careful. Tahlia herself wasn't too sure what they were up against here, and she didn't trust their enemies not to make a public display of force.While she too was a demon, she wasn't like others. But, just what was she, anyway? Such thoughts plagued her mind, and her dreams hadn't been helping. If anything, they had only served to confuse her more. Lost in thought, she made her way to the school. On arriving, she immediately noticed many of the students were eyeballing her and her clothing. Not that she was surprised, humans often stared at her, in awe of her wild beuty and forward demeanor. But, somethiing here just didn't seem right. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, as her gaze turned to a group of rather preppy looking females, all of which were in bright red cheerleader outfits. Tahlia opened her backpack, removing her make-up compact to apply some eyeshadow. Using the mirror, she watched the cheerleaders gossip and make fun of those less than they, which was about everyone. As Tahlia thought, they were also trying to subtle in observing her. But then Tahlia saw something... One of the cheerleaders looked identical to her.

I see dead people. I just wanted to let people know that.

Hope smiled wide, her Michelo had come to speak with her. He wasn't returning to school at Upsula. He was finished, desiring to learn a difference kind of science. "Where will you go to learn?" Michelo jumped down from the tree, an apple in his hand. Michelo smiled, placing it into Hope's own. "Where I can learn. The world is not yet ready for the kinds of science I wish to learn." Hope looked down at her knees, as she was stitting on the green grass of a meadow neibouring her father's castle. "And you wish me to leave with you?" "Yes, I do. Come with me. It will be an entirely new oportunity for us." Hope's face crumbled, as she reflected on her father. "I could never leave Father. I'm all he has left, ever since Mother died." Michelo looked off into the distance, across the nearby river. "You father cares nothing for you or your safety. All he cares about is his personal crusade which has consumed him." He sighed, and Hope spoke. "You are good and kind, Michelo. Like she was. Please, Michelo, don't ever leave me! Promise me!" "We are destined to be together, hope. Both in this world, and the next." The distant clouds began to darken and flash with lightning. A horse carrying Lord Dalmasca came charging down the hillside, And Hope and Michelo barelay had a chance to escape the thundering hooves before they would have been crushed underneathe them. "You disrespect my wishes, daughter. You know you are forbidden to leave the castle without my permission." "Forgive me Father, I meant you no disrespect." Hope bowed on her knees to her father, her head hung low. "Please, sir, if you must place blame, then know I am the one at fault." Michelo bowed as well, though more formally. "I see." Lord Dalmasca surveyed the young man. Michelo wore a red cap over his curly hair, and it contrasted nicely with his dashing good looks. "You are Michelo, are you not? You study medicine at Upsula." "I am Michelo, but no longer a student. This is what I came to tell Hope today." "Excellent! My army is in need of a good surgeon." "No! Father! Please, I beg you!" Hope rushed over to the horse carrying her father. "Silence! The gods can ill afford to lose any more poor souls to the devils." He guestured to his men who had accompanied him. "Take him! There are many fresh wounds to sow." Guestured to two other soldiers, and they moved to seize Hope. "Make sure my daughter is returned to my castle safely. You may reflect upon your insubordination until I return, where you will receive your punishment." "Do not worry, Hope! We will be together!" Michelo called, and then was silenced by the men carying him. Hope sobbed as she was placed on the horse, and watched her father take the man she loved away. ---------------------- The trip back to the castle was one of quiet recollection and contemplation. Finally, just before nightfall, she fell asleep in her bed, only to be plagued by terrible dreams, and of Michelo's demise. Waking suddenly from her nightmares, she gasped in the cool air of the night. Outside, the storm persisted, though she could hear her father approach the castle. It wasn't hard. Seizing a candlabra, Hope ventured forth to see her Father. However, she was not to expect what she would see that night.

UP AND RUNNING! forgive the double post, though people must now know it has begun, in case they want to join. Also, Hope is a pivotal character right now. She is a fighter. I will not reveal what else about her however.

Some how have been in the Street when you saw Hope be taken. You guys have heard of Lord Dalmasca, and of him having a daughter. That is all you guys know at the moment. How you guys handle that knowledge, is up to you. Now, perhaps you're all staying at the same inn and that is how meet up... it's really up to you guys to find each other.

My one rule, ladies and gentlemen? Detailed as you like, please. :animesmil However, some people will be able to post long, tiresome posts. Please, if you must, be extrordinarily creative. I WANT ACTION! Posts, I REPEAT. POSTS do not have to be AWKWARDLY INTIMIDATING WALLS OF TEXT! Some of us, are idiots. Namely, ME. Much obiged, thank you! Think of this as a story, an epic one of tales of which can never happen in this realm, and only in the forgotten realms. BE AS POWERFUL AS YOU WANT. however, do word it modestly. In this rp we are... rather chaotic, no matter our mindsets. Law turns into chaos, and chaos into war. This how the story is, think you're up for phantasmal batles, the likes of which will be epicly known throught time? Humans, elves, dwarves, Lycanthropes... So many different lives.... all working to try to acheive a better tomorrow, and save our poor, unfortunate souls. (breaks into song HERE) Ornate thrones, with the Princess in audience, or the darkness of the Nine Hells? Where will you go? The beautiful, rain drench and oddly fertile soils of Freilla? Or the hot sands and dessert mystique of Xenmetriph? The world is at your command to find. Will you take on new members of your group? Will they be trust worthy and collected? Or will they be intelligent, anarchial maniacs who love to play with magic? Come now, as we journey. Let's have an adventure! :smirk: (as the case will be proably) :animeswea And of course, OBEY MY RULES POSTED HERE

Dude. AWESOME! Anya: "Is now stuffing pancakes into Dawner's mouth* Oh come on, you can take some more... You're kinda dead." **Dawner looks pissed.**:animeangr Anya: Dawner? Is that enough? Anya: *now running away for the hills. Screaming. Like a four year old.* Dawner: COME BACK HERE! I'LL SHOW YOU PANCAKES! WAIT TILL DINNERTIME!" *Dawner catches up to her* *Dawner seizes her.* *Dawner starts tickling her with feathers.*

Anya: *turns on Dawner* HI DAWNER!" Dawner: *Runs away* Anya: *chases him* YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME! Dunan: *walks in* *walks out* Anya: *hog ties Dawner* We gonna drink! *has a bag of Karyn's pancakes*

:animesmil i'm so evil.... Anya: Okay, he's dead. Wanna go get some booze? Cali: Think the others would want to go? Anya: Yeah, they probably would. Cali: Okay, sure! Let's get Dean plastered! It's always funny. *they leave Yuin's corpse behind as they plot to get the others drunk*

So can I.... Yuin: I want Eggos.... Anya: I'll give you something better.... *feeds him one of Karyn's PANCAKES OF DOOM!* Yuin: *dies* Anya: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *lords over the pancakes*

Can I cork him? Anya would so just haul off and punch him if she heard him talking like that lol Adrass: I"M A GOD! I SHALL LORD OVER YOU ALL! Anya: Yeah well, lord over this *POW!*

A solitary woman walked the streets, covered by a black cloak. Her skin was pale, and flawless. She seemed frightened, hesitant, and obviously trying not to attract the city watch. She was human, and beneath her cloak, her dress showed. She was of noble decent, judging just from her attire alone. She seemed to carry no weapons, though one could assume it was easy to hide one under her cloak. Her face wahiiden partially by her hood, so it was immpossible to see her eyes. The woman ducked into a door way when a city watchman rode by, she definitely didn't want to be questioned. Down the way, the sounds of music and merriment could be heard, and it seemed quite lively at the nearby inn. The woman peered around the corner at the street, and saw no one. Hurridly, she rushed into the inn and tavern. Many the eyes of men turned to look at her, as she was quite voluptuous. The elegant, yet simple dress that she wore revealed much, as it was rather tight fitting. Her cleaveage was heaftily exposed, though not purpously so. Walking up to the bartender, she placed several gold coins on the table. "I'd like a room for the night, please." Looking from under her hood, the bartender could see beautiful, saphirre blue eyes, wide and innocent, though if a bit saddened, and the face of an angel ringed by pale blonde wavy hair. She was to meet her father there at the inn, in secret. Her father's crusade did not permit him to return to their castle that night, and so she was to meet him there at the inn as a means for her to tell him about matters at the Castle Dalmasca. The bartender smiled, and placed his hand on the gold peices, though picked two out, and tried to return them to the girl. "Here you are, miss. You're payin' a might bit much." The girl smiled. "It's a tip. Keep it." "Ay, thank you kindly, little lady." The man turned and filled up a mug of fresh milk, and handed it to her. "And here's me thanks. You don't seems like much of a drinker... On the house." "Thank you, kind sir." She took a drink, and the man handed her a key. "Third room on the left upstairs." "I shall take my leave then. Thank you for the milk." She turned, and made her way to the room. Her father would be arriving shortly, and didn't want to anger him. On entering the room, she peered around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Outside, she could hear a horse galloping down the street, and instantly she knew who it was. She could sense his presence, and always could. She didn't understand, but she never questioned it. She had often displayed magical prowess, though she didn't understand that either. Her father was just a general, right? Her mother had been a countess, though a good woman who looked after her people. She had died only a few years ago. There came muffled gasps and people scuttling out of the way, and heavy footsteps. Her father's voice rang out, and then the footsteps came up the stairs. Her father didn't even knock, he just entered. A towering man, and rippled with muscle, even for his age. His eyes were shaped sharply, the eye lashes thick, and as Hope had known for years, his teeth a little more pointed than other men. His armor was deep red, and staned with blood. He was intimidating to behold. Hope however, was not affect by her fatheers presence nearly as much as others. "Daughter, how good of you to come." "I was only doing as you asked, Father." Hope bowed her head, as her father drew near. "Hope, tell me. How is the castle being handled? Are they obeying my creeds in my absence?" "To the letter, Father. When will you be returning home?" "Tomorrow. How is your Michelo? He is still studying at Upsula, correct?" "Yes. He will be returning to the villiage soon for summer. The Plague has not yet reached the school. so he is yet able to return, without endangering us." "That's good. I will see you at home then." Lord Mathias Dalmasca signaled one of his men who had accompanied him. "See my daughter is returned to the castle safely." Without saying good-bye, he turned and walked out of the room to return to his army and crusade. Hope sighed sadly, though obliged the servant of her father when he ushered her to the horse waiting for her. To the east they would go, about seven miles to the Castle Dalmasca. Hope would hear nothing but the clanking of armor the entire trip, as well as the horse's breath beneathe her. Looking off into the direction her Father rode, Hope shed a single tear, knowing he would come again probably more like in a few days. Was her Father truely consumed by his crusade? Souls to draw into his army? Tomorrow, Michelo would come.

Anya smached her fist into the side of a head belinging to aa demon, and forced her way past it, into a crowd of humans. Dunan was beside her, and they were fighting their way over to Dawner. Dunan was using his strength as his main weapon, though he was wearing down, and with no one to drink from, it was apparent his strength would dwindle down to nothing within the next hour or so. The sun had since done down, though the sky was still aglow. Dunan would be able to hold on that much longer, thanks to the sun no longer draining his strength. Anya clenched her fist, and brought it to smack a human across the road, kncking her out cold. The two of them jumped over a mass of humans, and started running, Dunan leading the way to Dawner. Anya smiled, it was just like old times, when the two of them had fought alone, without a team backing them up. "Memories coming back?" Anya grinned, and Dunan shot her a glance. "Of course. Kinda fun, isn't it?" "With you? Always." Dunan grabbed Anya's arm, and suddenly they were airborn as they smashed through a window. They both sheilded their eyes from the glass. Looking around, Anya could feel.... something. Dark tendrils of.... something wrapped themselves around the building, Anya could feel it being much cooler than outside. "Anya... something's not right in here. This is... a sign of the astral plane coming into being on this plane." Dunan's facial expression was one of confusion, though Anya wasn't sure exactly what was going on, either. "Dunan, do you think we should go one further? Dawner might need our help." "I think he can handle himself, though some help wouldn't hurt." Turning to Anya, Dunan spoke. "Anya, before we continnue on, there's something I have to tell you." Anya snorted. "What, gonna propose?" "No." Dunan took a deep breath, and reached up to touch Anya's face. "You are like the daughter I never had. I could never bear to lose you, you know that, right?" "Well, Daddy dear, you know I'm going to do what I want. There's no where I'd rather be than fighting right now." Anya smiled. Dunan turned away, though Anya could see that his expression was serious. [I]Wow... he's not as confident this time... he's really spooked. Are things really that bad from his perspective?[/I] "Dunan.... Don't worry so much. If you were human, you'd have nothing but gray hair. Come on, there's nothing to worry about. We kill, maim, and destroy the bad guys. And the world will be safe again. I know so." "Is that your ability whispering to you?" Anya froze, looking at Dunan. "My... ability?" "It's nothing. Come on." Dunan charged ahead, and Anya was still at a loss. She had guided herself and Dean through that pyramid... and she'd been able to predict everything going on inside. Just what was her power? Why did she just [I][B]know[/B][/I] things? Anya caught up to Dunan easily, after shaking herself off. Dawner was fighting a woman, though the power in between them crackled. Dawner's eyes were rolled up into the back of his head, as was the woman's. Anya walked over to her, and peered at her as she mentally fought Dawner. "She doesn't look like much, does she?" "No, not really." Dunan responded. He gently slid his hands onto Dawner's, and his eyes flashed red. A surge of immense, undulating power ripped through the already unstable energies between the two combatants, and the woman was knocked off of her feet and into a wall. Anya quickly delivered a blade to her head, and she toppled over, dead. "Dunan? Anya?" Dawner shook his head, obviously drained himself. Dunan caught him, and smiled. "always one for power, eh?" "Hmph. You should talk." Dawner caught his breath, and stood up. "I wanna see Dean." "As you wish, my sweet." Taking Dawner's hand, the three of them jumped from the building and headed over in Dean's direction, Anya and Dawner leading the way.

Wow, Inu. Wow. Alrighty... I will try to get this up and running as soon as possible. There will always be room for more people to join, and might I add, we're all going to be kind of powerful, and kind of not. Depends on whatever randomly. I do ask that you all with hold judgement on me. Alright, Somehow, all of us have to end up together. Right? Well, everyone's first post has to somehow be getting to a small villiage called Rensing, located in the Empire. Magic users might know a few exotic languages, though I WILL BE EXTREMELY PICKY ABOUT WHO KNOWS WHAT LANGUAGES! So. Yeah. Lollipops. Now, this will be up and running sometime in the next week.

"Ugh.... I hate mornings." Tahlia groaned, and hit the snooze button. Syria sat up, but Tahlia put her arm around her waist. "Lay down with me a little longer..." "We have to get up for school... I don't like it anymore than you do." "Ungph..." Tahlia replied, rolling over. "I don't wanna get up..." "Well, that's just too bad right now. We can sleep in on the weekend." Sitting up herself, Tahlia rubbed her eyes. "I am so first in the shower. You take all the hot water." "And I'm showering with you." Tahlia smiled. "Ooooo my lady wanting some morning fun?" "No, we have to get to school on time." Syria replied, and Tahlia laughed. A few minutes later, the two were dressing for school, Tahliaa in rather modest clothing, especially for her taste. Syria dressed herself up, though she was much more plain. Tahlia would definitely draw attention to herself, which was kind of what she wanted. If the cheerleaders attacked her, she'd have a good chance of handling herself. It wasn't that she thought Syria couldn't do the same, but more along the lines of Tahlia wanting to protect her anyway. "You need lessons on dressing like a human teenager..." was Syria's only comment. Tahlia smirked. "Just because my lady lumps are bigger than yours doesn't mean I should cover them up." Sighing in resignation, Syria walked out of the room to make the team's breakfast, as it was her turn to cook. Tahlia always helped, though she wasn't much of a cook. She usually wound up burning everything, so she just made coffee usually. They had about an hour and a half before school started, so they were fine. Soon enough, as the smells of a delicious breakfast began to waft around, the other members of the team began to emerge from their rooms.

A childlike giggle escaped his throat, drawing Shan's attention to him and his partner. "Well, how do you do, Miss Shan?" "Who are you? What do you want?" "Xiu. A pleasure to meet you, miss. We've been sent to help you." A bright smile spread across his dark red lips as he guestured to the child next to him. "And this is my partner. "Lumiere. A pleasure." She bowed slightly, and smiled. "Headquarters though we might make a valuable asset to your team, so they sent us over immediately." Shan eyed them, though she was obviously confused. Standing before her was a man and a small child. The man was dressed in women's clothing, with skin tight leather daisy duke shorts and fishnets, paired with spike heeled boots. He wore a military cap over his long, luxurious silver hair, and completed the look with a wrap over kimono like thing with big, billowy sleeves. He smelled strongly of perfume, and expensive perfume at that. The chlild was another story altogether, wearing simple flat boots with a pretty light pink short skirt and a ruffled white baby doll shirt. She wore her hair in a kind of sideways ponytail, it curling around in a single motion at the side of her head. "Please, may we come in? We've traveled quite a distance, and we're somewhat tired and in need of rest. "Yeah, and I'm starving." Lumiere chastied Xiu readily, sighing. "A lady really should try to be more elegant..."

So like.... when Inu makes his post, can we start?

Hopefully a drag queen will liven up the RP. Inu said he'll join, and base his character off of Lumier from Kiddy Grade. Hmmmm... I wonder how we'll do with us joining.... Can you say random explosions?

Anya giggled, and jumped up along the wall, running full force into an all aout assult of demons, her eyes shimmering wildly. Anya slammed her fist into a demon, and rapidly began to decimate the onslaught, giggling like mad. She pounded down on demons left and right, though always moving before she could get hit by another. Finally, a demon managed to land a hit on Anya, sending her soaring back torwards Dean. "Anya! Are you okay?" Wiping a trickle of blood from her mouth, Anya stood up, her eyes nothing like the usual. Slitted pupils.... glowing with mystic energies... It seemed as if her powers had taken control of her, not she using her powers. Anya giggled, and Dean realized her actions were child-like, though far more lethal, and completely innocent in nature. Neither good, nor evil. Anya giggled again, her hand by her face, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Her flawless abdomenshowed through her trashed dress shirt, it hanging in loose rags around her slender frame. Her black lace adorned bra attracted the eyes of those who would behold her 'bazookas'. Her black, skin tight leather pants also were in rags -one leg being almost completely shredded- revealing her metal legs. Yet, as tough and intimidating as she appeared, she also appeared sexy and feminine. Holding her hand out, a long, thin blade appeared from her palm. Yet another suprise for Dean to behold. Dean looked away, feeling guilty about having seen Anya's boobs. Cali was on his mind, and big time right now. With a laugh, Anya charged again, swinging her mighty arms kicking with her deadly legs. Dean was right behind her, swinging with his sword. The two looked awe inspiring, and blood and guts flew everywhere around the two as they moved in perfect sync with one another's movements. The deadly duo hacked and punched and kicked their way through the demons, Anya leading the way. Soon enough, they came to a room, the massive door locked from the inside. With a mighty whirlwind kick, Anya sent the door flying, though she immediately turned her attention back to the hoarde of demons. Seizing one by the throat, Anya stabbed it through the chest, and tossed it aside. She then leaned backwards, dodging the blow meant for her. Grasping the arm of the demon, she flipped onto its chest, her blade already withdrawn. She began to laugh, punching as hard as she could, over and over, mercilessly. The demons all stopped, and began to watch her pound her adversary into pulp. The demons were frightened now, and a voice tried to ring them back into fighting. "FOOLS! KILL THEM! KILL THEM NOW!" However, the mighty voice was soon drowned out by the demons hightailing it away from the two. Anya smiled, though she stood, and fell back against the wall, swooning from the sudden loss of her powers. "Anya!" Dean hurried over to her, and kneeled at her side. He touched her skin, feeling the temperture. Anya was burning hot to the touch, and covered in a cold sweat. Obviously, her abilities had taken the toll it needed. But, it really wasn't all that suprising. So much power in one go? It had to have some draw back. "Anya, come on. We need to get out of here." "Yeah... " Anya breathed, seemingly cognitive. "Dean... I don't know... what just happened..." Anya breathed in deep gulps of cool air, her body returning to normal. "Neither do I, though I have a clue. Come on, let's get out of here." Helping Anya up, she with his arm around her and he with her arm over his shoulders. "Dunan's waiting, Anya." "He... tried to save me..." Anya's mind was now reeling, things were twisting and turning in her mind while it was at its weakest. The power she had displayed had taken its toll there too. "I know, I know. The portal's right over there." "Can I kick more ass?" "Sure thing... And a nice big bottle of Jack Daniels." Dean smiled with Anya. Dean held his hand to the archway, it responding to his desires. A mystical portal shimmered into existance, showing the battle ground before them in Cairo. "You ready, Anya?" Managing to stand on her own two feet, she nodded. "Let's go!" And she jumped head first into the portal with Dean, coming to a rollong stop with Dean.

Perhaps I should join as well.... heh heh heh June 2nd, 3008 I honestly hoped I'd die by now, but no one here will let me. The tests won't stop. They just keep poking me with needles, and it seems my abilities manifesting aren't helping. Chaos... that's all I can say about it. June 24th, 3008 Why do I keep going on with life? Why do I not end it? I'm always on the run, always hiding. I can never stay in one place for too long, they find me. They want me to work for them again, and won't stop until they have me. I just want to be normal, but I guess I never will be. My abilities are still surfacing, and just when I think I can control them, another facet of my ability surfaces. When will it stop? When can I control this monster that is my power? July 4th, 3008 The fireworks tonight weren't just the ones being shot off from the barge on the river. They found me again, even though I changed my appearence. My slim figure has always made me appear androgynous, and my features are quite feminine. Maybe I'll start dressing like a woman to keep one step ahead of them. July 19th, 3008 Well, seems my plan is working, though I've been approached by someone from another organization. They want me to work for them, with the promise of helping me escape the 'bad guys'. I took off from him, too. I don't know who to trust. My parents died when I was a little kid, after all, leaving me with no memories of them. I don't even know what my real name is. So, I can't turn to my parents. Xiu will do as a name. I think it sounds rather pretty. November 3rd, 3008 They found me. And I almost didn't get away. I honestly thought I was going to be captured by them, but the man from before found me and fought them off so I could escape. But, I passed out, and awoke to find myself in a rather posh bedroom in some kind of academy. At first I thought I was a prisoner of some kind, though the doors aren't locked. Kids are everywhere, using abilities like mine, but not like mine. Mine just seems to be chaos when I unleash it... so they're simply calling it 'Power.' I kind of like it... December 24th, 3008 Christmas is here... and there's going to be a party. I've learned to control my abilities, at least in part. It seems when I wear Lipstick they're immpossible to control and that much stronger. But, that's fine. It makes me that much more powerful. I discovered recently that my dear cosmetics I've been using are also weapons, especially in my capable hands. Grace and beauty don't come naturally to me, though I do know how to kick ass and look good doing it, especially in high heels and lipstick. March 21st, 3009 Seems they want me to start doinf missions. I can hurt those who hurt me... Revenge sounds nice. Maybe I'll attack their base head on... It would take an army to stop me if I have my mind set on something. But, these people here.. I've sworn loyalty to them, so honestly freedom is more of a luxury far too often I don't have. But, I guess that's the way it goes. It's time now.... My first real mission with these people. Let's hope all goes well. August 4th 3011 Seems I fully control my powers now, even when I wear lipstick, though they're still hard to control. I'm being transfered to a new team. Secured File 12430978907 Name: Xiu (Previous name unknown) Age: Guestimated to be about 23 Birthdate: Unknown Tattoos/piercings: Subject has both of his ears pierced, and a tattoo on his right shoulder dipicting an Egyptian ahnk. Ability: Power Xiu has an ability unlike any other, and is simply comprised of its name, power. His strength, speed, reflexes, and agility are a hundredfold better than a normal human. However, he has a remarkable healing ability, able to survive usually lethal wounds simply by beginning the healing process, usually leaving no scar. However, this is not the extent of his abilities. Possessing sheer force of will, he is able to fly along the ground at incredible speeds, as well as unleash his power in a destructive manner when angered. He can stop bullets with this power, which is unprecidented in any other case. However, the full extent of his abilities are unknown, and also increase tremendously when he is agitated, hence his ability to stop bullets only when in the mental state of being extremely angry. Weapons: Xiu uses few weapons, though usually, he always carries his lipstick. His lipstick is a multi-purpose weapon. If used to draw with, he can turn the line of lipstick into a whip, which he uses frequently. Also, the lipstick can act as an explosive, or simply a plain cosmetic application. OOC: Okay, his ability is kind of.... um yeah. But, They're no where near as strong when he's mad. He'll be a delicate dance with destruction. And If you've seen kiddy grade, I based him off of Eclair.