Corey

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That is easily one of the coolest banners I've seen. Bravo to your friend.

Practice? Please. If you stress over it it'll only triple your worry. Just take it easy and what happens will happen. It's not the end of the world.

I woke suddenly and with a violent jerking of my neck. I rubbed it as my body began to repair the damage I had done. Something had woken me. Nothing in the room. That was certain. But it had been something. It had felt dark... And, demonic... A fang-ridden smile filled my mind. [b]Esrie-[/b] "Kynjaka..." The name sprung into my mouth as quickly as I had awoken from sleep. She was in trouble. Perhaps she didn't know it yet... But the being known as Kynjaka was not something to be around. I stood and dressed, seeing the towel had disappeared while I slept. A white pair of pant made of a silken material, a billowing old fashioned white shirt, and a pair of slippers. I tied my hair back with a piece of string and made my way from my room. All of the other places I had resided in did not allow me to leave the 'safety' of the manor. I reached the main doors and was immediately stopped by a rather bulky looking drow. He shook his head. [b]Drow-[/b] "Slave Esrie, you are not permitted outside. Return to your quarters, our Mistress is out." A bland response that he had obviously said many times before. [b]Esrie-[/b] "I have reason to believe our Mistress is in danger. She is about to confront a being of deepest loathing. I... I fear for her..." The drow smirked at me. [b]Drow-[/b] "You obviously have become entranced with her. You're not the first. However, our Mistress can take care of herself." I smiled at him and left, not a bit re-assured. I'd have to sneak out...

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Morinaka [/i] [B](70GB now).[/B][/QUOTE] That's kinda sickening. Just think of all the good games that could occupy that space.

I thought Rai was being playful. Whatever.

Does this mean funny as in ironic? Well. Yesterday I bought a Sega Saturn from a friend. I've wanted to get my hands on one for a while. It even has Nights, on of my alltime favorite games. Twenty-three games total. One-hundred bucks. I get it home, unpack it, and realize that i don't have the right TV connecter. I'm going to have to go buy a new one. Bummer. That's about it. I'll post again when I think of somehting.

I've been using the internet for a good six years. When we first got it in our house, the computer we had was about the equivalent of a 4k modem. It was terrible. We would click, go out for a few hours and come back to a half loaded page(slight exageration). I mostly stuck to the Red Dragon Inn on AOL. I guess that's what really started my RPing days, though I didn't know it at the time. When we bought our iMAC I had acess to a 56k and almost pissed my pants. Though we can only connect at about 48k, it was still frickin amazing. I didn't really do much else but RP in chatrooms and do research. My good friend Char!, perhaps some of you still remember him, introduced me to OB a little over a year ago and I've been hooked ever since. Though I'm just beginning to get into anime.

I walked shakily back to my room. My robes felt restricting and bothersome. It took most of my will to simply keep from letting them slide off of my body. As per my Mistresses requestm I had not been gentle. I had given her everything I had, and even more. I was exausted, yet still longed for her warmth. I could only hope that that she saw fit to keep me, for both of our pleasure. I got to the door of my quarters and walked in. I bolted it, an act I was not supposed to do, and slipped out of my robes. I walked over to my shower, turning it to a quite hot temperature. The scalding water traced paths down my bar body causing gooseflesh to spring up. I shivered and stood there, letting the water rinse my body clean. Locks of snow-white hair drifted down to my pale skin. I pushed it behind my back and stepped out, drying off with a lightblue towel. Wrapping the towel around my waist I made my way over to my bed. I layed down and drifted into a very content sleep.

A small winged creature opened the door to my quarters. [b]Rhain-[/b] "Our Mistress requests your presence." I nodded, slightly happy. Mistress Vondeux had very nice rooms, but that was the only part of the manor I got to see. My room. It was a light room. Very nice, elegant colors. Apparently it was because I was a white elf. Something fragile. Something precious. Something to be protected. Not something I needed, nor wanted. [b]Esrie-[/b] "Of course. It's about time I saw a hallway." The hallway was nice too. A nice red carpet stretched wall to wall. There were large steel instruments hanging from the walls at regular intervals. The winged thing led me more than halfway across the castle before stopping in front of a very lovely door. [b]Rhain-[/b] "She waits inside. Go." I gave her a curt little smile and opened the door. Immediately I saw here. Black lingere kissed her body and hugged every single curve she sported. None of my previous owner had ever been this beautiful. She sat up and allowed her deep purple locks to fall about her body gracefully. Lust filled my mind. I wanted nothing more than to take her. I stepped forward, forgetting my stature in this household, and stopped immediately. I bowed on one knee. [b]Esrie-[/b] "I ask your forgiveness Mistress. I was wrong in approaching you. I am Esrie, your humble slave." I stood again to find her directly in front of me. I started and settled back down. She looked refined, and yet a bit dangerous as well. And something in her eyes... She slapped me. I rubbed my injured cheek and watched the pleasure dance in her eyes. [b]Vondeux-[/b] "Forgiven." She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me firmly on the lips. I embraced her and slowly began to slip out of my robes.

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Sorry to hear about that. If you need to vent, you can find me on AIM. Whatever you might have, I'm sure you can get though it. Just be strong, and get some more sleep.

Hehehe... [center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center] [b]Name:[/b] Esrie Frontien [b]Species:[/b] White Elf [b]Age:[/b] 172 [b]Rank:[/b] Slave [b]Appearance:[/b] Esrie stands at about five-foot-ten and one-hundred and fifty pounds. His hair is pure white and his skin very pale. Esries eyes are blue on blue and his complexion smooth and unmarked. He usually dresses in a white gown but will shed his clothing whenever his mistress commands. [b]Weapon:[/b] No weapon really. [b]Bio:[/b] Esrie was sold to his mistress, Vondeux Sharess Megelani, only recently. She has barely had the chance to, 'taste' him.

When I get a headache I usually go riding, but of course I take pills too. My advice to you is to convince your mom that Tylenol and all that aren't adictive.

Life was better. I had a friend again. Kain. He was a lifesaver. We talked the entire time there, taking turns dragging the corpse. Every once in a while the dead man got snagged on a root. We simply tugged until he came unstuck. Both his arms were broken by the time we got to the town. [b]Kain-[/b] "Just a minute." He grabbed the corpse and walked into a rather large, stocky-looking building. I examined a rather interesting beetle that had landed on my arm. It was black with a splotch of white on it's abdomen. The insect flew off as Kain emerged. He held up a bag of money and smiled. "Not a bad line of work." I nodded in agreement and raised my own bag. [b]Ryan-[/b] "I'd have to agree. Now let's get to that bar." [b]Kain-[/b] "Right this way." He held out and arm in an attepmt to look like a butler. I laughed and roughly pushed him in front of me. [b]Ryan-[/b] "I don't know where the hell it is. You lead." He grinned and walked toward a two-story, wooden building. I looked questioningly at the sign above the door. "The Hangmans Noose? What the hell kind of place is this?" He looked at me mischivously. [b]Kain-[/b] "A place that serves really good drinks." He walked in. I shrugged and followed.

Well. This is certainly spam. When you sign up you should read the rules. It certainly seems that a lot of people don't bother to do that anymore...

To be completely honest, the first thing that turns my head is a good body. Though my idea of a good body may be different from others it's still the first thing I see. Afterward, perhaps after a few 'meetings', I find out how their personality is. If it's not compatible, then I usually don't try and take it further. Overall, personality is the most important factor.

*looks to maladjusted and Fall* Are those things called Silverfish? We have them too. Well last night I got violently sick. Headache. Muscle aching. Nausea. And a stuffed-up nose. For about an hour I was toying with the possibility I might have West Nile. Then I decided that it was just a sickness. My dad said he had it too. I got worried because the day before I got swarmed by mosquitos while waiting for my ride.

Ehh... I'll just take the rejection. I'm sick right now and don't really feel like making another sign-up. Thanks for the offer, though.

How beautiful she was. How completely entrancing... I blinked quickly. She was seducing me. But why not? We could all have fun. And plus, the count never said only one person had to get the money. Perhaps we could all get the prize. [b]Corey-[/b] "But then you would have no reason to kill me." Trance opened her eyes and looked up. [b]Trance-[/b] "Very true, but I think I like you." She settled back down and let her eyes slip closed. Perfect skin. How lovely it would look coated with crimson glory. [i]Yes. Go ahead... Do it... Grasp her neck and squeeze. Watch the life drain from her body. You'll love it. I promise.[/i] I shuddered and dug in one of my pockets for my pills. My hand froze. They weren't there. I tensed up. Trance looked up at me. [b]Trance-[/b] "What's wrong?" I looked at her with panicked eyes. [b]Corey-[/b] "Um... *cough* I umm, can't find my medication." I stood up and looked quickly around the room. Nowhere... They weren't anywhere in here. Trance stood up, looking very slightly worried. [b]Trance-[/b] "Why do you suddenly need your meds? It shouldn't be that quick." I looked at her, now in a state of utter panic. [b]Corey-[/b] "It is. If I don't take them when the signs first show," I pressed a hand to my head, "I change... Drastically. I get violent... I," A light flared in my head. "My suit." I rushed over to the wardrobe and grabbed the pill bottle out of my left front pocket. I shoved three pills down my throat and sighed. It would be ok. "I'm fine." I turned to see Trance smiling. "What are you so happy about?"

I'd say probab;y the fact that I'm a horrible procrastinator. I put everything off untill the last minute. You should have seen me try and do my homework over the course of the schoolyear... Plah...

With the summer season upon us, there comes another, less enjoyable portion that we must endure. Bugs. Insects. Creepy Crawlers. Whatever you want to call them, they're annoying as hell. I have a good ten mosquito bite on me. I had to have a Wood Tick take out of my leg earlier today. And I will, most likely, get several more insect related injuries over the summer. This thread has been made for people to vent their frustration about the many, many bugs out there. *swat*

[b]Name:[/b] Ryan Schezar [b]Age:[/b] 37 [b]Eye color:[/b] Pure White, cataraxed over. [b]Hair Color:[b] Dirty Brown [b]Class:[/b] Sky Warrior [b]Strengths:[/b] Fearlessness. Exceptional Eyesight. [b]Weaknesses:[/b] Usually relies heavily on his beliefs. [b]Abilities:[/b] Soar: The ability to momentarily fly. [b]Spells:[/b] [i]Solar Channel:[/i] Channels light into his body and releases it in a shockwave of pure energy. Entremely physically taxing. [i]Dual:[/i] Make a fasle, fog replica of himself. Mentally taxing, has to control the replica while remaining still. [i]Oppose:[/i] Gives him a burst of adrenaline. [b]Decription:[/b] Ryan stands at about six feet tall with hair down to his shoulders. He wears a tight-fitting white bodysuit made competely of white cotton. His chest bears the emblem of the Sun God, Rey. Eyes and Hair as mentioned above. [b]Bio:[/b] Ryan was born into the study of Sky. Sky is a religion of the northern most regions of this world. In a secluded portion on the mountains Sky Monks worship the Sun God, Rey. Seven times a day they pray. Seven times a day they make ritualistic sacrifices in Her name. The Sky Monks believe that Rey is supreme. She has brought the first plight of the undead upon the world to punish the non believers. At least that is how it went untill the undead destroyed their monestary. The monks disbanded, heartbroken and devoid of faith. They traveled the world, some together, some apart. But they all eventually returned to the mountain monestary. They rebuilt their faith upon the crumbling foundation of their memories. Over the years, the religion of Sky grew strong once again. Rey watched over the monestary, and the monks worshipped Rey. One of the older monks, remembering what had happened before, suggested that they form a type of protection in case anything were to attack them again (everyone had determined that the undead had attacked them on accident, not meaning to dis-obey Rey). And so the Sky Warriors were born. They trained in their own custom fighting style and devoted it all to the protection of Rey's holy ground. The undead returned. The monestary destroyed. Only a handful of monks survived. Among them was Ryan, the last remaining Sky Warrior. Having long ago dedicated his cause to Rey, he set out to purge the land of the undead. [b]Equipment:[/b] [i]Baton:[/i] A custom Sky Warrior weapon. Two large steel orbs on the end of a four foot metal staff. [i]Sky Elixers:[/i] Holy potions used to cleanse the spirit and renew the body. [i]Prayre Book:[/i] The Holy Book Of Rey

Never liked my marching band. Too much movement.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "Three hundred gil. Now." [b]Farmer-[/b] "I don't have it... Honestly..." I smiled slightly, shifting my wand into my hands under the cloak I wore. He lied. They all did when it was time for payment. Everyone. No one expected the jobs to be completed. They hired me out of fleeting hope, but never really expected me to come back alive. [b]Ryan-[/b] "Please don't lie to me." I rubbed my temples with my hand. "I know you have the money. You know you have the money. Weather you can afford it or not isn't my problem. You agreed to a contract. I destroy what was killing your cattle, you pay me three hundred gil. I completed my part. It's your turn now." The farmers eyes shot to his stove for a split second then returned to mine, almost hesitantly. I smiled and took out my sturdy mythril wand an pointed it at the man. He gave a little shirek. [b]Farmer-[/b] "No! Don't harm me kind sir! Put your wand away! I do not have the money!!" I lowered my wand, not ever having any intention of harming him. He looked at me with pure relief and wet himself. [b]Ryan-[/b] "You don't have the payment?" He shook his head furiously. "Do you remember what happens if you do not have the agreed fee?" He shook his head again, large greasy tufts of hair fell from the loose tie that held it. "Allow me to refresh your memory. I take out my wand." I brought my wand back up. "Then I glare at you." I glared at the man and made him cower away. "Then, finnaly, I use my magic to summon my payment." He looked at me questioningly. I flicked my wand slowly across the entire room. Cabinets began to vibrate. Drawrs flew open. Coins of all different colors flew into my money bag. [b]Farmer-[/b] "NO!!" I smiled a bitter smile and left, my money bag full. I could hear the man weeping behind me, but it did not phase me. Battle had hardened my emotions. First it was the fight with Malius. Then losing two of my closest friends, Mara and Tyron... Tyron was a good friend. Mara was more than that. I admired her. Maybe even loved her... She gave her life to protect us and destory Malius, without a sigle thought for her own well-being... Between then and now hasn't gotten any better. I think about the friends that I lost touch with every day. All of them had been warriors. I had no idea where any of them were. Life as a mercenary was brutal. Always on the move looking for work. Never keeping friends. Always ending lives... I shook my head and looked to the road ahead as rain began to splash my face. It was cold... I cocked my head and listened. Something was happening in the forest...