Welcome to Gaia! ::

1: T a b l e of C o n t e n t s.

1: Y o u A r e H e r e.
2: Background + Setting
3: Rules and Guidelines
4: Character Profile Skeleton
5: Character Profiles
6: Story Updates and Announcements
7: Reserved
8: Reserved
9: Opening Post

3: R u l e s and G u i d e l i n e s


- God moding is an absolute NO. - No-one is allowed to :

-- Auto Hit
-- Puppet without permission
-- Have an attack that can kill another person's character with one hit

- Literacy is a MUST. - I do not really believe there is such thing as Semi-literate, I just put it in the title for the sake of other people. You can either type in full sentences with a basic knowledge of grammer, punctuation and so on, or you do not. There are spellcheckers on the internet. The use of *'s are forbidden. How you type in OOC is up to you, but in this Rp it is not allowed.
- Out of Character in the Roleplay is a NO NO - If your character is an anti-social person, do not make them say 'Hello, what's your name' to the first person they see.
- No Quoting or Bumping.
- Swearing is alright as long as it's "appropriate." - This means that every other word should not be a swear word.
- If you wish to kill off another character you must approve it with them.
- You may have more than one character.
- You may roleplay as whatever gender you wish.




What is Godmodding?
Godmodding is what it's called when your character performs a feat that would generally be physically impossible, or require more luck than winning the lottery. Some examples of godmodding are below.



A simpler, and more modern example of godmodding is:



A good example of roleplaying without godmodding is:



The point to not godmodding is to let your character be normal. Being more powerful is fine, but not to the point of being impossibly powerful. A tip to dealing out powerful attacks without godmodding is to sacrifice something of equal value. Afterall, no gain without loss.

5: C h a r a c t e r P r o f i l e s

The Opaque Ghosts

My parents named me: [Jasper Tyson Cross]

But you can call me: [Jasper]

I was born on: [February 8th]

Which makes me: [19]

Obviously, I'm: [Male]

I’m proud to be: [2nd in command and medic of the Opaque Ghosts]

I have power over: [Ice]

*Blush*: [Bi]

When I look in the mirror, I see:
[5’11” with a medium build: not overly muscular looking, but just enough that you can see I’m dangerous. My blonde hair is short, with a messy “just-rolled-out-of-bed” look. Coinciding with my element, my eyes are a crystal blue, which can sparkle with excitement or pin you with an icy glare.
As far as my clothing goes, it’s pretty simple. I have my black cargo pants, which I suppose could use some mending. They are held up by my white studded belt, and my feet are protected by my trusty pair of black boots. I mean, what could be better to protect yourself from broken glass and bullets? Moving on. Being cold isn’t a problem for me, and since I don’t want any extra fabric getting in my way, I wear a sleeveless shirt in a brilliant dark blue. Finally, on my hands I wear black fingerless gloves, and most of my forearms is covered by metal bracers.]

People consider me to be:
[Like two sides of a coin. On one side, I’m the happy dreamer, someone who spends their time lost in music or the words of a good book. I’m intensely loyal to my friends and gang, to the point where I’d gladly throw myself in front of a bullet to save them. I’m also very intelligent: I had top marks in school, and my best class was Biology, which of course is helpful as the medic.
Then there’s the other side. The fighter.
When the situation demands it, I can become as detached as the best assassin, someone with no emotions until the fight is over. I fight with an intensity that some people have considered frightening, and I have the ability to assess every aspect of the situation with a cool head. Naturally, this particular aspect of my personality alienates me from a few people in the gang, and that’s fine with me.
Oh. And I have an extreme fear of heights. Acrophobia.]

Story of my life:
[Well, I’ve nothing really interesting to say about myself. I was born into the typical middle class family; both of my parents had steady jobs. Yes, I use the word “had” for a reason. When I was about five, I found a little bird in the backyard with a broken wing. Due to my… capabilities, the bird was soon flying back to its nest or whatever. My mother… I don’t have a clue what was with her, but she just got up and left. Gone, just like that. Luckily for me, my dad wasn’t one to wallow in depression. Along with school –in which I had top marks- he would take me to the hospital, where he worked as a surgeon. I would help out in the OR or emergency room, making sure people didn’t bleed to death. Obviously, my powers were only used in extreme cases to avoid suspicion, but while I was there I made a difference, and at the same time, I learned quite a bit about medicine.
Fast forward. During my senior year, I became involved with the Opaque Ghosts. At first I was only a spare, someone to call on if they needed people. In the year or so since I’ve graduated, I’ve risen through the ranks, and I’m currently 2nd in command. I’m also in charge of any medical issues, both because of my powers and real-life experience. Currently, my dad is away in South America, providing medical aid to citizens down there, so I practically have free reign.]

I fight with:
[My handgun, which is always on me. I have a neat little holster that clips to my belt. Also, I have numerous daggers hidden on my person. And no, you don’t get to know where they are.]

And: [The ability of healing]

<3 : [Chocolate, Music, Snowboarding, Reading, Sunsets]

[Stupid people, Fire, Wasps, Pollution, Rap, Heights]

On my iPod you’d find: [Rise Against, The Fray, Foo Fighters, Goo Goo Dolls, random classical music]

My words of wisdom: [I’m not willing to believe this is all just a test.]

My puppeteer is: [Icefire Alchemist]


My parents named me: Lee Jae Min

But you can call me: Jay

I was born on: November 31

Which makes me: 18

Obviously, I'm: Male

I'm proud to be: Tag-along to whatever operations involved physical fights.

I have power over: Volcano

*Blush*: Totally 100% gay.

When I look in the mirror, I see: My pretty straight shoulder-length dark hair, the back tied up in a ponytail, bangs framing my face with a glowing complexion, crimson red eyes that shine like rubies. Usually there's three layers: the t-shirt, the striped hoodie that goes to my knees, and the faux fur-hooded jacket. Jeans, then a pair of runners.

People consider me to be: Silly and happy-go-lucky. Perhaps also a bit stupid and mentally retarded, which I don't have any grounds to argue against at times. I'm rather scared of the dark.

Story of my life: From my appearance, people assume that I'm not exactly one of the brightest kids. I didn't do that bad, yanno, at a Swiss private school and all. Actually, my best subjects were Chemistry, Physics, and Math.

My parents are divorced, my mommy being whom I stayed with before I graduated. She's a CEO of a knife manufacturing company, and my daddy's the president of a "firing weapons" (i.e. rifles, guns, etc.) manufacturing company. I guess you could say I lived my life in the lap of luxury, being a goody-two-shoes, at least until after high school. I wanted to become a surgeon, but both of my parents insisted that I take over their company. Eventually I decided I should go to a prestigious university I had thought about going to since my freshman year, thinking that I'd be able to survive as easily as I did with my parents.

Man, was that ever a mistake. I drove past the city because my GPS malfunctioned, and ended up somewhere else completely. Luckily I managed to get a job at a local coffee shop to sustain myself, but one day I had gotten into a fight with someone who tried to mug me in the street. I don't know what happened, but I sort of... lost control. When my entire awareness came back to me, the man was on the ground, unconscious, bruises already starting to form and a steady trickle of blood oozing out of his mouth. The next day, I had an invitation to join the Opaque Ghosts.

I fight with: My fists and my daddy's gun I was given from him for my 18th birthday.

And: The ability to recover quickly from small injuries.

<3: Candy, Sugar, Tennis, Drawing/Art, Sunrises

Arrogant bumholes, Grumpy people, the dark

On my iPod you'd find: TVXQ, Super Junior, F.T. Island, alice nine, Dir en Grey, the Gazette, antique cafe, Mozart, Bach, Schumann

My words of wisdom: Yo man! What's up?

My puppeteer is: Paroxyde


My parents named me: Eslupmi Resu

But you can call me: E.R

I was born on: 5/6/90

Which makes me: 17

Obviously, I'm: Male

I’m proud to be: Opaque ghosts

I have power over: Electricity

*Blush*: Male

When I look in the mirror, I see: http://www.leoatkins.com/_gfx/v03/sabin_swordsman_300x650.gif

People consider me to be: E.R's personality is a mixture of serious,and frivolous. He's serious when dealing with businesses such as affiliation meetings, etc and less serioiusly when it comes to other people's problems or events that do not affect him. E.R also has a fear of death,something that people dont have anymore.

Story of my life: Eslupmi Resu's childhood has been bemusing for his parents knew of his talent at an early age. As a Result, they have been sending him to all types of different schools for him to learn more about electricity while his parents would teach him the ways of the sword. It was only at the age of 10 where his parents were murdered at the hands of a faction called the golden dawn. Eslumpi was at his school at the time fortunately where his teacher found out. Doing the right thing, Resu's techer had taught him about his talent, as well as the ways of the blade. Another tragic event happened where one day when he went to school for his training, he had found out that his teacher had went missing. On a door to the weaponary was a note saying."There's nothing more for me to teach you, for you will walk the path alone with another partner". Resu opened the door and that's where he found a blade that his teacher left for him. Years passed where he had became one with his blade and talent, and the unsolved murder of his parents. Now 17, he has his own shop called E.R, which is a place where people hire him to take care of "Certain Situations. He figures that eventually that will lead him to the people responsible for the murder of his parents, as well as make a name for himself in the process.

I fight with: E.R's signature weapon is called the Eclipse. It was given to him by his teacher after his dissapperance. Every since then he has become somewhat sych to it, as well as adding the element of electricity to it.

And: Due to E.R's fear of death, he decided to study books about death and it's followers. Although he still has a fear for it, he has found out how to summon spirits of the dead to aid him. The only setback is that the type of spirit depends on E.R's blood sacrifice, which is by cutting himself with his sword. While little creatures may cost but a scratch, other animals, such as chimera's,dragon's and other huge creatures, may require him to put himself on the brink of death.

<3 : Action, take-out, sparring, and reading newspapers as a few things that E.R likes.


On my iPod you’d find: The Roots, Nonpoint, The Firm,Thrice.

My words of wisdom: "I'll prove you lost already"," Your sacrifice will bring me one step closer" "i'll show you the skill of a swordsman only your dreams are capable of conjuring up"

My puppeteer is: [username] Agent Code Monkey


My parents named me: [Milissa Jordan Schmidt]

But you can call me: [Mil's]

I was born on: [June 14]

Which makes me: [18]

[un]Obviously, I'm: [male]

I’m proud to be: [a fighter/recruiter for Opaque Corps]

I have power over: [fire]

*Blush*: [hetero]

When I look in the mirror, I see: [long hair pulled back by two chopsticks, with two locks framing my face. I wear glasses, but i have contacts, i'm very blind without either of these. I have green eyes, brown hair, and very light skin. I wear a tank top and jeans, most times]

People consider me to be: [a clutz, dry sense of humor, easy to talk to.]

Story of my life: [I was brought up in a nice family, but my parents didn't support those with powers, so I was beaten until I could control and hide my powers. A year before I was a legal adult (age 17), I ran away from home and found the Opaque Corps, and joined them. They taught me how to fight and approach people.]

I fight with: [pistol, stuck into jeans, and a boot knife, and two hidden knives]

And: [the ability to see briefly into the future with skin contact with people]

<3 : [reading, video games, singing, music, practicing shooting]


On my iPod you’d find: [Aaron Copland, Karl Jenkins, linkin park]

My words of wisdom: [It's never too late, until you've given up]

My puppeteer is: [Mikiela]

Golden Dawn


My parents named me: [Dolen Jay Alexander]

But you can call me: [Dolen or DJ]

I was born on: [January 24th]

Which makes me: [21]

Obviously, I'm: [male]

I’m proud to be: [the top assassin for the Golden Dawn]

I have power over: [light]

*Blush*: [gay]

When I look in the mirror, I see: [milky white eyes covered up by big black shades and silky white hair, 5'9 with a toned body usually covered with black pinstripe shorts and a black polo, accessorized with 3-fingered white gloves, black and white velcro shoes, and a white hooded clasp cape to hide a weapon holster.]
http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f323/badned/sc001c8b36.jpg

People consider me to be: [mysterious and collecting. ever observant and ever vigilant. a self absorbed masochist with a sadistic streak. dedicated to the death when tasks involve self gain or reputation]

Story of my life: [I was born into the Golden Dawn as the son of the head honcho. but at a young age, it was obvious that i wasn't dedicated to my "religion". This was apparent in my lack of prayer and worship, and focus on the darker things in life. I'm always looking out for myself, but don't harm people unnecessarily. thats not to say i don't have friends, but i make it extremely clear that i will always put myself first. because of my various sins and the fact that i am openly gay, i have been disowned by my father, but was trained as a cold blooded assassin since my first steps. and being one of the most gifted "mutations", it was decided that i was too valuable to let go, so i was sentenced to a life of servitude and repentance through my work as the Golden Dawn's #1 assassin. unfortunately, if i were to rebel or disobey, i would have the entire Golden Dawn out for my head in order to prevent their best weapon from being given to the unwashed hands of another group, such as the opaque ghosts]

I fight with: [a straight sword concealed as a staff, two daggers, a flare gun, and various sharp weapons such as throwing stars, needles, wire, and flash bombs.]

And: [the ability to see only by sensing shadow movements. (i'm blind otherwise)]

<3 : [sources of light, reading, painting (black and white only), martial arts, gliding (i create a few layers of condensed light between me and surfaces so there is no friction, allowing me to achieve very high speeds and avoid collisions in a liquid like movements)]

[complete darkness, flat surfaces, colors, being denied]

On my iPod you’d find: [songs]

My words of wisdom: [always look out for number one]

My puppeteer is: [kaenmikoto]


My parents named me: [Julian Demitri Edwards]

But you can call me: [Julian, Jules; anything but Julie. -cringe-]

I was born on: [March 9]

Which makes me: [Twenty]

Obviously, I'm: [Male]

I’m proud to be: [A Golden Dawn subordinate]

I have power over: [Phantom]

*Blush*: [Bisexual]

When I look in the mirror, I see: [A tall, lanky boy of six feet and three inches. I could be athletic if I so desired, but I don’t think too much muscle suits me very well. Pale gold hair falls across my forehead, the occasional lock dangling in my eyes, cut neither too close nor too long in the back. Average. This hair frames a longish, delicate face that seems to match my slender build well enough. My dark green eyes are set in ivory skin as pale as my hair, set above prominent cheekbones, a smallish nose, and an average-sized mouth, with thin lips that are easy to split into a smile. (I rarely smile if I don’t mean it, so my smiles make my eyes sparkle.) I have six silver rings in my right ear, running along the cartilage down to the lobe in a nice, slightly curvy line that follows the ear’s shape. These I’m quite proud of. In my left ear, I have one lone stud in the lobe. I’m almost a hundred percent certain to be wearing my pearl-white trench coat at any given time, which is not only comfortable in all weather, it is a little roomy and can easily conceal weapons I might have on my person. I’ve been considering a tattoo for a long time, but I currently have none.]

People consider me to be: [Spiritual, not only in the religious way, but moreover in the… I suppose physical way might describe it. In that I put my whole spirit into anything I do. Small, unimportant tasks that I do not deem worth this price simply do not get done, or at least they are put off until it is absolutely unavoidable. I am very in tune with emotions; given the choice between hurting someone and being dishonest, I’ll straight-out lie. Also, I’m easily shatterable, so to speak. Things I see or hear or experience that are difficult definitely take their toll on me. If I’m sad, chances are you’ll be able to see it, maybe not in the form of tears, but my personality changes dramatically. If I’m angry, I’ll most likely let you know it. I can change moods at the drop of a hat, all depending on external circumstances.

I can be called socially awkward—I have spent more time in solitude with religious artefacts and in prayer than I have in the midst of people my age. I sometimes won’t know what to do or say in situations, and will be thinking about it for so long that the time will pass, which can be both good and bad. And I like hugs, but oftentimes I am alone in this, which is unfortunate.

I don’t tend to take control unless I need to. I’ll generally only oppose decisions if I disagree with them, and I’ll need convincing if I’m to go along with it. I try to make sure I see every angle, which is why I press pigheadedly for clarification in some cases, though this really ticks some people off. I cannot stand people who don’t understand or care to realize what effects their actions have, and I have a difficult time with people who hurt unnecessarily and ignorantly, though rarely is the infliction of pain necessary or mindful.

I am overly compassionate. I have a very hard time disengaging myself from my emotions. I simply can’t ignore the little voices that tell me that what I’m doing is wrong. I can also overanalyze things, obsess over the things that are in the past and that I cannot change, and it drives me mad. Why is there such a thing as past, as memory, if we are powerless to free ourselves from it?

Cats kind of freak me out, and I’m quite afraid of thunder and lighting, technically termed keraunophobia.]

Story of my life: [Being born directly into the middle of the ranks, I found the whole religion absolutely natural. How could people go through their lives without having something to pour their heart and soul into? Something to devote themselves to completely, flesh and spirit? Someone to pray to, to worship? Without knowing that something somewhere was looking after everything? This comforted me immensely. I was blessed; my Gods would spare me, would allow no harm to come to me, for I bared my Gods’ greatest gifts; life and this strange power I had yet to completely figure out, this evil and heavenly power, treading ever so carefully on the thin line drawn between them. No-one in my lineage had been blessed with such a power before me; it was obvious to the priests and my parents where it came from. And so I was entirely devout, praying as much and as many times as necessary, spending long hours through the days and nights kneeling on the cold marble floor of an altar in some draughty chapel somewhere, crying out my prayers, sometimes yelling and screaming if I was alone so that maybe they would hear me. I had a good measure of scepticism in me as I grew older; the whole idea became less and less concrete as I was exposed to the horrors of the world, exposed to a gun. What kind of Gods would allow this? All this pain and suffering in his own people? It all seemed so unjust. But I told no-one. I could easily be thrown out to fend for myself, unsheltered by the Golden Dawn and its grandeur, its wealth. I could be tossed to the Opaque Ghosts as though a piece of meat to ravenous dogs—snapped up before I hit the ground, chewed and spit into my early grave.

My parents were both executed in their line of work that I would adopt as a young teenager, and this is truly where I began to question. Why were we in such ‘good graces’ with the Gods if we killed like this? Because we prayed? Because we repented for our sins? No amount of repentance and devotion would cleanse such impure and corrupted souls.

The first time I fired a gun, I must admit that I almost passed out. It was in the firing range, which was rather lucky, otherwise I could be dead. But the power, the raw emotions that pulling that trigger and letting loose this destructive force evoked in me brought tears to my eyes. Neither tears of sadness, nor tears of joy, or anything specific. Just tears. It was just such a powerful feeling, it made my muscles itch with adrenaline, my mind reel and my heart hammer. I truly held life and death in my hands—the difference between one and the other. It became easier every time. And the first time I held a gun to a man’s temple, the adrenaline surged again, expecting the ear-shattering bang that was to follow, the difference, the choice, once again. Just the simple tightening of a small muscle in the finger, this was all it took. A click. And his brains shot out the other side of his head, the bullet burying itself in the brick wall behind him. I felt sick, and managed to get home before the nausea hit, before I got over the shock of the action enough to actually comprehend what I had done, everything that my choice had affected. I was quaking with a cold sweat, stumbling half-blind to the chapel and throwing myself onto my knees before the altar, feverishly mumbling my prayers for salvation under my breath, my fingernails curled into my palms so hard that they drew blood. I was a wreck, my eyes bloodshot, face excessively pale—which is saying something—, unable to speak because of what felt like a clamp closing my throat. And I kept everything to myself. And, like everything, it became easier each time.

I was well on my way up the ladder of the Golden Dawn, a decent marksman and a powerful hand-to-hand combatant whose name was known, to some degree, throughout the society.]

I fight with: [A 9mm Beretta handgun, a tranquilizer gun, and a sharp knife.]

And: [The ability to possess myself with the spirits of the dead around me, in order to give me a potential advantage in battles. And they’re not bad for company when I have no-one else to talk to. ]

<3 : [rain, ginger, roller coasters, cold, fruit, silver, sunset, gravity, cargo pants, tea, long boots, glow sticks, silk, red liquorice, winter]

: [obsessions, arrogance, double-standards, heat, cigarettes, marshmallows, sunrise, sweat, brussel sprouts, mass confusion, ferris wheels, catch-twenty-twos, know-it-alls, closed-minded people, caramel]

On my iPod you’d find: [Alice in Chains, Alice Nine, Armchair Cynics, Avenged Sevenfold, Beastie Boys, Breaking Benjamin, Coheed and Cambria, D’espairs Ray, Dir en Grey, Eve 6, Foo Fighters, Garbage, Gob, Goo Goo Dolls, Imogen Heap, KoRn, Led Zeppelin, Luna Sea, Malice Mizer, Mariana’s Trench, Metallica, Michael Buble, Moi Dix Mois, Muse, Nirvana, Paramore, Queens of the Stone Age, Radiohead, Rage Against the Machine, Rise Against, Saliva, She Wants Revenge, Snow Patrol, Social Code, Stone Sour, System of a Down, Three Days Grace, Tokyo Police Club, Tool, X Japan, need I say more?]

My words of wisdom: [’If you can't beat them, you aren't fighting hard enough.’
’Nothing worth having comes without a fight. You’ve got to kick at the darkness until it bleeds daylight.’]

My puppeteer is: [.Vindicated.Of.Sanity.]


My parents named me: [Dyanna-Marie Anez]

But you can call me: [Buzz]

I was born on: [April 30th]

Which makes me: [17]

Obviously, I'm: [Female]

I’m proud to be: [Golden Dawn Medic-in-training]

I have power over: [Air]

*Blush*: [Lesbian]

When I look in the mirror, I see: [A short young woman of 5'4'', with an olive complexion and black hair which falls straight down to her shoulders. Green/grey eyes, a small nose, and arched eyebrows, which are a little too high above said eyes. She is dressed in a loose black T-shirt, and stained jeans, which have been ripped at mid-calf/shin. She wears black boots which end where the jeans start. She is also wearing fingerless black gloves, and a belt which has a number of small pouches attached on the left side. But those are concealed by the bottom of the shirt. In piercings, she has a silver band on the top of her right ear, and two silver studs on the lobe of her left. Around her neck is a leather cord which disappears into her shirt. At the end of that chord is a long, slender dagger which tucks into her bra. She has a black fabric headband keeping her hair away from her face. She also carries black hair elastics on her wrist - just in case.]

People consider me to be: [A bit crazy. I switch from cheerful and peppy to dead serious in a split second, and no one really knows how I'm going to react to stuff. But one thing they can always count on, is that I put my heart into what I love, and will protect what is precious to me.]

Story of my life: [I was born in what could essentially be considered the 'slums' of the city. I lived in poverty for the early years of my life, until my powers manifested. The Golden Dawn rescued me from my fate of abuse, and taught me about our God. I realized that I was special. I had been chosen to bear the gift of God, as had the other select few in the city.
As time wore on, I learned more of the world around me. Of the Police, of the Opaque Ghosts, and of what they were doing. I hated it, and I hated them. One day, when I was fifteen years old, I got pretty beaten up in a street scuffle. I don't recall why or how it started, but I ended up in the hospital. I saw what the doctors were doing, and I wanted to be able to help people, just like they did. So I started training to become a medic.]

I fight with: [A thin dagger, and sharp needles]

And: [Reverse Healing : The ability to put a healed injury back to it's worst state.]

<3 : [Sushi, Rock music, Cute animals, Pizza, Ice Cream, and a lot more stuff.]

: [Opaque Ghosts, Police, Dumb People, Overpriced Items, Rap Music, Tofu.]

On my iPod you’d find: [Three Days Grace, Within Temptation, Evanescence, Nightwish, Linken Park, Disney Movie Soundtracks]

My words of wisdom: [It could be worse.]

My puppeteer is: [Silent Windstar]



My parents named me: [Soleil]

But you can call me: [Sol]

I was born on: [March 14]

Which makes me: [17 years old]

Obviously, I'm: [female]

I’m proud to be: [just here]

I have power over: [volcano]

*Blush*: [who knows..... who knows....]

When I look in the mirror, I see: [ A really tall and lanky girl that almost looks unnatural in her movements. I have long perfectly straight black hair with a few bright red highlights, and my eyes are are deep green. I always wear a pair of faded black jeans and a white tank with a heart designed on the back in black. Under my jeans, tied to my shins at all times, are two sharpened and specially made daggers.]

People consider me to be: [Shy. I guess. I like to blend away and not be anywhere at all. I know what I want in life, and what life should be for people like me. I can fight, and I'll never deny the fact that when the time comes I do what I have to. ]

Story of my life: [I've tried to forget all of my life, never would I even dream of bringing it back now. Let's just say, that my past is the whol reason I'm in the Golden Dawn.]

I fight with: [two daggers, a broad sword (which isn't always with me), and a sword given to me by my father.]

And: [ As far as I know I'm just normal, average, but that never stopped. Why should I let it do so now?]

<3 : [To tell you the truth, I've never really liked anything or anyone since my parent's died.]


On my iPod you’d find: [Rush and Kamelot]

My words of wisdom: [ You get out what you put in. Always do your best]

My puppeteer is: [Ultimate Raine]

The Police

My parents named me : Gabriela Oria Danette.

But you can call me : Gabbi, Oria, Dan.

I was born on : April 21st.

Which makes me : Twenty-Two.

Obviously, I'm : Female

I’m proud to be : The Police - Secret Golden Dawn operative.

I have power over : Electricity / Lightning

*Blush* : Bisexual.

When I look in the mirror, I see : Steel Bones

People consider me to be : A generally relaxed, laid-back person when she is not on a job. At times, the young woman can be very stubborn, hard headed, and oblivious to a lot of things, but it would seem that she knows a lot more than she lets on especially when it comes to people and battle. She is, however, is very determined in battle, though she becomes less so as a battle drags on due to a lack of focus and a low attention span. Rather open-minded and blunt, Gabriela sometimes puts on a 'big sister' attitude, often picking on or insulting someone in a playful manner for no reason, friend or foe. But all good people can act. If she needs to become friendly with a person to learn something, she will without regrets. Though, because of her odd appearance, that can sometimes be difficult.

Story of my life : The usual 'grew up in normal surroundings with a nice family, great friends' and so on, until she turned sixteen. Some rebellious teens from some stupid group thought it would be funny to play a prank on the school using some small explosives they had made, hoping to end class quickly and let them go home earlier. Gabriela happened to walk in on them group while they were in the process of making the explosive and caused one of them to stumble into a shelf. This in turn caused a series of happens, a chain reaction as it were, and ended up mixing a few chemicals that should not have, resulting in a larger explosion than intended. All of the students inside survived, but the flesh on Gabriela's right arm and part of her chest was burned away, leaving only the bone. Gross, eh?

She soon found out that the group of idiotic teens had gotten the supplies from a group called the 'Opaque Ghosts' and was suddenly overwhelmed with the need for revenge. Another gifted group heard of the accident and called upon Gabriela to join them, promising to help with her 'revenge' by wiping out the entire group as long as she agreed to help them in return. Now destroying the entire group was going a bit too far, but why should she care? The Golden Dawn managed to get her into the Policing business, and is slowly winning over many officers into joining the group. With the authority of the city on their side, they would be extremely powerful and persuasive.

I fight with : The remaining bone of her right arm has been reinforced with many metal wires, making it rather strong and malleable, very useful for hand-to-hand combat. Also, the few thick wires producing from her head and back can be made life-like thanks to her second ability she has, giving her the power to use them like whips. The majority of those wires have poisoned tips, useful for putting foes to sleep.

And : Technology. If an item has some sort of circuit or computer inside it, Gabriela can read it and even control it. Only with this power can she move her wire-infested skeleton arm. It only works if she is actually touching the item.

<3 : Metal, Technology, Necromancy, Sour sweets, Fast Music.

: Rubber, Nature, Cold, Quiet people.

On my iPod you’d find : Basement Jaxx, Dizzee Rascal, Pendulum, Prodigy, Saliva.

My words of wisdom : "A pro isn't someone who sacrifices themselves for a job. That's just a fool."

My puppeteer is : Ritzo


Other :

My parents named me: [Bellatrix Gabriela Generzon]

But you can call me: [Gabby, Beltrix, just not Bella or bells please!]

I was born on: [July 5th]

Which makes me: [18]

Obviously, I'm: [Female]

I’m proud to be: [No Affiliations]

I have power over: [Water]

*Blush*: [Straight]

When I look in the mirror, I see: [A secure young woman with emerald green eyes, night-black hair that reaches to her back and has bangs. I see a curvy body, but not overly curvy.]

People consider me to be: [Quiet, Almost allergic to people, but rowdy and fiery when under pressure]

Story of my life: [I was born a normal girl... well as normal as i could be. My mother was scared of me, and my father considered me a freak so i was sent away to a special school. There the headmaster took a liking to me and 'trained' me specially to be used as a weapon. Now i feel nothing, pain-wise, and am just trying to live a normal life as a photographer. I am incredibly smart and my body is in top-shape.]

I fight with: [My scythe]

And: [My mind.]

<3 : [Everything]

[Angry people, Evil people, anything negative.]

On my iPod you’d find: [Mostly Alternative; Paramore, Blink-182, FOB, MCR, 3 days grace, ect.]

My words of wisdom: [Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.]

My puppeteer is: [Akiari Hishimoto]

7: R e s e r v e d

(you kinda forgot to mention what a puppeteer is, and what they do. =/ so i just left it blank)

Edit by Sumi: Your username.

Edit by kaen: (oh... i thought it was something special like your character is controlled by someone else. biggrin lol, i was kinda excited )

[ OPEN! Begin posting where and whenever. :'D ]

Jay had been studying biochemistry in the upstairs room of the Opaque Ghosts' headquarters, sitting comfortably in a beanbag chair, textbook lying open beside him and laptop balanced on his knees, when he heard a muffled call from downstairs. He shut his laptop with a click, leaving everything else where it lay and ran to the door.

Jay threw on his jacket, knowing it was probably a little chilly outside. He stood at the top of the stairs, looking down to see who it was.

"Heyy! Jay's up here!" yelled Jay in response, waving his arms even though it wouldn't really do any good in the dark. Finally, some company, my brain was started to melt down from the amount of studying I had been doing...

As Jay's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he squinted and recognized the face. "Ah, it's you, Jasper!" He shrunk back a bit, always having been slightly intimidated by the taller and older teammate.

a puff of smoke drifted sleepily up into the sky, casting mesmerizing shadows on the hard roof top. Dolen grinned, taking another hit of his camel wide. he was wedged on top of a building between two heating systems, with a spectacular view of the city. it had been a long assignment, but he was glad for the opportunity to sit a while and look at the stars... well, the shadows surrounding the stars.

luckily for him, it was a night illuminated by a bright moon. even the slightest movement was visible to him, no matter where. with the half crescent creating lovely contrast, his vision was eerily clear. as long as the object wasn't concealed by several layers of shadows, he could see it. he could see a beetle scampering on the vent behind him, the old lady walking her cat on the opposite side of the building 12 stories down, the man stepping out of his limo in the parking lot of ESTEFANS winery on j street...

"finally... its about time."

DJ stood up and walked a couple of steps to his sniper rifle he set up about and hour ago. peering through the cross hairs, the boy took careful aim at the aged senator Higgins and pulled the trigger. a clear as water sound echoed through the twisted metal and concrete jungle.

without even bothering to check if his shot made its target, Dolen began to put away his rifle until it was able to fit in its briefcase. and after putting his black sunglasses and white 3-fingered gloves back on, he walked to the opposite edge of the building and jumped off, but not before smirking with pride as the shadow of Higgins oozed out from underneath his body, spreading onto the pavement beneath him...