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 Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 3:17 pm
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?
Many a year ago, the world was at peace with it self. The animals roamed the world and the land was lush and healthy. The magical creatures of this world lived in peace with their respective clans.
Then, the gods appeared. The people refused to obey them. The gods tempered their world. The made volcanoes, earthquakes, storms and unleashed Spite and Jealousy. Spite and Jealousy procreated and gave birth to Hatred, Malice, Evil and ultimately, Love.
Love was banished from her family. She was sent to live in the confines of the earth. Her body burned with intense emotion and she was soon known as the earth's core.
Her parents and siblings ruled the world for decades. They created a creature called Man, and a mate for him name Woman. Man was imperfect and fickle. In his time, many other plagues were birthed. Man created Disease and Pollution.
The gods had no use for the world and went to another. The lands shrunk and the people cried out to empty ears for help. The world was ruled by Hatred and Disgust.
Love cried in her prison as the world above her became more and more corrupt as the millenias passed by.
She decided to endure it no longer. She escaped her spheric cell and rose to the earth. She incredibly weak in spirit as her energy was spent on escaping her prison.
To survive, she needed to feed from the people. She needed to feed from their love. She used more of her energy to strike the will to love into the hearts of some people...
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It's kind of like a game.
It is our present day world.
All characters are to be human.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 5:53 pm
Rules & Information Rules 1. All characters are to be human.
2. Do not take this to extreme proportions.
3. It's more for fun than anything else.
4. 'Evil' characters are allowed. (Heartbreakers, drug dealers, criminals, etc.)Information
You may roleplay as just about anyone normal. A beggar on the streets, a wealthy broker, the weatherman, a nurse, Al Capone...okay, scratch that one. you can't be him, but you can be similar.
This is about falling in and out of love. No, it's not just going to happen like that, it's a long term roleplay and there will be points where Love herself will show her face.
Who will Love be? We are still thinking on that. Form [color=red][b]Name:[/b][/color]
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[color=blue][b]Special Designs:[/b][/color] [Scars and Tats. and such.]
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[color=green][b]Phobias:[/b][/color] [Fears.]
[b][color=indigo]Brief Biography:[/color][/b]
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 6:00 pm
Profiles
You may simply post them in this thread. They will be placed in this post by a moderator. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Black Bloody Roses Name: Thakorise ~Thakie~ Antoniuus
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Occupation: Currently unemployed -see Brief Bio.
Social Status: High Classed
Appearance: 
Special Designs: There is a round birthmark on her right wrist,
Personality: She is brash and cold to many. Its a front that she puts up as she is actually very caring on the inside. She is hasty and prone to speak before she thinks.
Phobias: She's afraid of pushing everyone away and also of letting someone in.
Brief Biography:
This nineteen year old introvert is the daughter of two of the biggest lawyers in the city. She is through with college and has the degrees necessary to join her paent's firm, but she is hesistant.
Currently, she lives on her own in a house her parents bought her. She basically lives on their money as she has no income of her own. Thakorise has a degree in engineer but it is not something her parents would be proud of. She frequently goes on the town to figure out what it is that she wants.
Thakorise doesn't have many friends and those that she does have are hypocrites. As a child growing up, she ignored the other children to study. She had only two boyfriends in the past and needless to say, they were both stiffs.
Now, she has a fiancee but she knows that she doesn't love him. He is a lawyer at the firm but it is a union her parent's aren't very fond of.
She is looking to break the union but cannot give good reason as she doesn't have one. Destined to be an uptown working wife, Thakorise is searching for a way out. KeynaChen Name: Kali Chan
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Occupation: Gang Woman
Social Status: High
Appearance:
Special Designs: There is half a broken heart on her right hip. A rose rests on each of her shoulder blades and her name is encased in curling whips at the bottom of her back. The center of her back is of a butterfly with demonic wings.
Personality: Cold and fearless on the outside, she is alone and afraid on the inside. Her world is tumulted by guns and roses. She may flare up in a second but be a kitten moments later.
Phobias: Never being loved, spiders and beetles.
Brief Biography: Kali's father was the man on the block. He dealed the most, killed the most and screwed the most. Kali was the result of his relationship with his high school sweetheart and so she's the only child he claims. Her mother died when Kali hit her teens. A devastated Kali fell into her father's world of underhand tricks and massive bucks. She lived quite modestly compared to what she was worth.
It was a dangerous life but she was protected by the Rival Oaths. Any gang leader's family members that were killed would be avenged by all other gangs. Even the most hateful gangs to the 'good' community gangs followed this one street law.
Kali was never good with people and spent most of her time with her father's men learning how to wheel and deal and kill. She had never embedded a bullet into anyone before and she never wanted to. She always feared she'd kill the one meant for her.
She would sell and deliver messages to other gang women. She would visit with the wives and daughters of her father's most hated enemies and would do 'girl stuff' with them. She knew they weren't her friends and would have a soon put a bullet in their heads as touch them. Tevokkia Name: Mariel Falks Age: 32 Gender: Female Occupation: Secretary Social Status: Lower middle class Appearance: Mariel is short and reed-thin, almost too thing, with a reasonably flat chest and a narrow face. Her eyes are grey and a bit squarish, often hidden beneath brown hair of an unremarkable shade. Her hair is usually held up in a ponytail, with slightly unkempt bangs that she occasionally manages to keep out of her face with a barette. Her clothes are a bit mousy and reserved, although not particularly prudish, but always immaculately clean despite being inexpensive and a bit worn. She's not exactly unattractive, but she's certainly plain. Special Designs: Her ears have been pierced once, but she doesn't always wear earrings. She has a small scar over her left eyebrow, but one has to get within about six feet of her to really notice it. Personality: Mariel is sweet, kind, and a bit reserved. She's not particularly competetive, especially when it comes to men, because she's long resigned herself to the fact that she's no great beauty. She has no illusions about herself, and doesn't mind being the butt of jokes...too much. She has a self-deprecating sense of humor, although she doesn't often show it. Despite not having many friends, she's generally happy with her life...most of the time. She does tend to get a little bit lonely, particularly on holidays and the sorts of times that families usually spend together. Phobias: Afraid of spiders, snakes, cockroaches, lizards, mice, other large insects, and just about every other 'creepy' thing out there, Mariel nonetheless can't bring herself to squish bugs or use killing mousetraps because it's not their fault they're ugly. She's a little afraid to try new things, but with enough coaxing, she generally gives in. Brief Biography: Mariel moved to this city ten years ago with her fiancee, who left her for another woman after they had been living there for about two years. She didn't have the money to move back home, so she stayed, not having much reason to push to go back. Never having been particularly close to her family, she still gets a little lonely never seeing them, as they live on the other side of the country. She hasn't seen her mother since her father's funeral three years ago. Mariel has a pretty predictable routine by now- working nine to five, grocery shopping on saturdays, church on sunday more out of habit than faith. Elfy-chan Name: Aeriyn McInshire Age: 23 Gender: female Occupation: Thief/prostitute Social Status: High, due to the men she goes after - she's currently living with a wealthy businessman, and though a few people know what she does behind closed doors, no one dares speak out against it. Appearance: Aeriyn has a wonderful body, with a tiny face and large eyes. She can change from sexy vixen to vulnerable girl in a matter of seconds, depending on the company present. She usually wears tight-fitting clothes that are alluring as well as high-end. Her hair is strawberry blonde and very straight. Her eyes are bright blue. Special Designs: Aeriyn sports tiny bruises every once in a while due to the abusive nature of some of her "clients", but covers them well. She has a rose tattoo on her lower back and a Celtic-looking circlet on both her upper right arm and left ankle. Personality: Like stated before, it changes. Normally, when she's not around men, she's withdrawn - except when she's around her few friends, when she's outgoing and outrageously wild. It's not uncommon for her to strip/dance in the rain, or to laugh out loud in libraries. She's very kind and generous - she knows that most women are total bitches when it comes to men, and she strives not to be. Phobias: Being rejected, and deep water. Brief Biography: Aeriyn ran away from home with a businessman from Minneapolis when she was seventeen, and has been jumping from city to city ever since, doing what suits her and WHO suits her. She was constantly told by her siblings and mother that she was hideous because of her petite body and big blue eyes, but she had no idea that it was fueled by pure jealousy - so she's constantly in fear of being rejected, which is why she rarely moves first and is scared to death when she does, however confident she may seem. ValenarrDeMirro Name: Raynor "Ray" Corrado Age: 19 Gender: Male Occupation: Gang Member (Specifically, underground fight club member) Social Status: Medium Appearance: With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a lean-muscled body, Ray has been one of the youngest gang members in his gang. He is somewhat tall, standing about an inch or two below six feet, and often wears baggy jeans and loose-fitting shirts. Special Designs: While Ray bears no scars from his fight club life, he does have tattoos, including a pair of angel wings on his back, the word Erlosung down his right arm, and an iron cross on the back of his left hand. Personality: Serious only when in a fight, Ray has a rather playful nature. Enjoys flirting with women, cigarettes, and alcohol, along with breaking the law. He is somewhat of a gun fanatic, although he hardly ever gets to handle one, and doesn't own one (yet). However, Ray gets cranky if he goes awhile without a cigarette. While he isn't particularly easy to anger, there are others that are quite harder to anger as well. Phobias: Heights Brief Biography: Not exactly a gifted child, Ray was pretty much ignored in his childhood, as his parents were always working towards another child. Having no siblings, Ray fell in with a bad crowd in Junior High. During his first years of highschool, his mother died of breast cancer, and his father then dove into a bottle, his life ending in sirens and twisted metal at the hands of a drunk driving accident. Ray had fallen in with the bad crowd again in highschool, dropping out and living with his gang in one of their safe houses. Having lived at least three years in the gang, Ray pretty much knows how to survive on the streets. Trimley Name: Konrad Srinski Age: 27 Gender: Male Occupation: Hired Hand (Assassin/Bodyguard) Social Status: Highly Respected Appearance: Konrad is a lithe, strong man with a fair balance between strength and speed. He is most commonly seen by his clients in black shoes, baggy pants of matching color, and a plain black tee. On his left arm are three bracelets of wooden beads, each bracelet's beads inscribed with a different symbol. The first, made of black beads, has the symbol for 'Death' in red. The second, which consists of white beads, has the symbol for 'Heaven' in blue. The third bracelet's beads are red with the symbol for 'Hell' in black. He ofent sports a maroon leather jacket as well, a gift from long ago before moving to 'The Land of Opportunity', a name he's grown accustomed to calling it. His hair is loose and dark brown, stopping at his eyebrows that cover eyes of coal. Special Designs: A scar running from his left shoulder blade to his right hip. Personality: He's quiet, intelligent, and observant. All staples to make a good assassin and bodyguard. He never indulges himself, and even keeps himself slightly hungry to keep a constant alertness about him. Flirting and sexual relations are non-existant. He has his rough upbringing to thank for that, but it's not like he minds. He has come to be able to control his sexual desires and therefore they technically do not exist. He finds that they could be a distraction and an easy way to throw him off guard during an assignment. Phobias: Agoraphobia. It's why he's in the cities. Brief Biography: Born and raised in Russia. At the age of twenty-two, he moved to 'The Land of Opportunity' to make a name for himself and to escape the growing hostilities amongst certain people. He has since achieved his goal and become an accomplished underground 'Hired Hand'. On a side note, he is also a very good hacker. How else would he keep the Feds off his doorstep? Antideluvian Name: Sgt. Liam Venerous Age: 29 Gender: Male Occupation: Police officer Social Status: Respected by his colleagues, disliked by criminals and feared by both. Appearance: Stands at a height of 6'3 with a slim but lightly muscular build, his skin tone is a fair colour. Brown shaggy hair which hangs down to the middle of his ears. His eyes are a deep emerald colour which have an odd habit of appearing like the jewel itself from time to time. His clothing consists of a laid back, loose fitting attire. He prefers to wear long sleeved shirts untucked with sleeves rolled up, overtop of that a black leather jacket. Always has running shoes and either denim pants or anything else that is slightly baggy or that he might find comfortable. Special Designs: He has numerous scars from, knife wounds and bullet wounds, a permanent mark of his service to the police force and the experience he has on the streets. Personality: He does not show much emotion anymore but he is not a cold hearted man. At times he can be cynical, depressing but he is more likely to keep quiet rather than say anything. Phobias: [Fears.] Himself, the kind of man he could be becoming. Everday he finds that he is loosing his sanity and his soul to the violence and madness of his job. It scares him to know he could be loosing his mind. Brief Biography: Liam was born to a kind loving family which supported his choice to become a police officer at the age of 18. The precinct he was assigned to was in the worst part of the city. Unlike many young officers he survived and was promoted to a sergent within a few years. He went through what seemed like a dozen partners over the years, all of them died ... something that was not uncommon in his precinct. He always had the bad luck of getting into the worst of the violence. From gang wars, maniacs, corrupt officers, hitmen, and anything else that could crawl its way out of the criminal underworld. He develpoed a reputation as one of the best and most dangerous police officers in the city. Young officers looked up to him, veterans knew better and although they respected him ... they wouldn't want to be his partner. Liam had seen, dealt and hunted down the worst criminals in the city and the non stop violence has been taking its toll on his sanity. To everyone he just looked like someone who was tired of his job and in dire need of a vacation. But in his mind he knew that he was slipping away, slowly becoming the insanity he had fought against. Me=Me Name: Carlos Sanchez Age: 23 Gender: Male Occupation: Con Artist Social Status: Low Appearance: Carlos stands nearly six feet tall with lightly tanned skin. He bears a lean build. His dark brown hair is usually combed smoothly down the sides of his head. His eyes are dark brown but are usually and easily mistaken as black, it gives him a slight mysterious edge during his scams. Usually wears loose fit clothing. Depending on scam can try and sell off the needy bum to a well educated real estate agent. Special Designs: Missing his pinky and ring finger on his right hand. Personality: When not on a scam he is completely outgoing and charismatic. When on a scam is professional, and serious if the job calls for it. Can play just about any role with precision and accuracy. Phobias: Screwing up a scam, screwing up a scam against a person in high social standards (A.K.A. DEATH), dying alone Brief Biography: Carlos grew up in the city, land where you walked in groups and stayed in shape, at least be able to run quickly. He did as most kids did, go to school, get bossed by parents, hang out with friends. One day he decided to run from home after his parents discussed divorce. He never turned back and holds small regrets. He kept tabs on his parents, both until the day they died. He lives now as he did when he left, stealing and scamming. City people were easy money but wasn't enough. Soon he learned to take higher risks for much much more pay. He learned that a hundred dollar business suit rental could profit in over hundreds. Like any good high dollar scam, you need a team. Carlos had a great team until they deserted him when a scam went wrong. After being caught they started to cut off his fingers starting on his right hand. He feared this the most, for he knew after they finished torturing him they were going to kill him. He was rescued by the only team mate loyal to him, Kevin, and they now live playing their own scams still hoping for a chance to get the 'big' one. OOC-Kevin is not a main character, but will show up with my character sometimes Emmaleth [[Alright I said I'd make a profile for this thing so here it is:
I know the font is tiny, is was just so the profile would get posted and not take up a tone of space.
Name: Lillia Green
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Occupation: Actress
Social Status: Medium/Well Respected
Appearance: Standing at about 5'4", Lillia has a very thin figure. Her hair hangs slightly above her shoulders and is slightly wavy and normally parted to the side. Her narrow eyes are a blue-green color and seems as if they are full of trouble. Her tan skin is very smooth, except for a mole under her right eye. She wears very sassy clothes, usually wearing a load of jewelry and ruby red lipstick
Special Designs: She has a small tattoo in the small of her back of a heart with two little demon wings [Kind of like this only more detailed].
Personality: She could typically be described as 'single and loving it'. She has a very laid back personality, but often tends to get very snappy or sassy. She always wants to do things her own way and doesn't seem to follow orders very well. She's also a top grade debater; she'll never back down from an argument, or fight, or challenge. She's strong, beautiful, independent, determined, and sometimes a flirt.
Phobias: Often seen as fearless, Lillia's only phobia is drowning. She hates the water [like lakes and stuff].
Brief Biography: Lillia grew up in a small town with her sister and grandmother. Their father had never been around and their mother died shortly after Lillia was born from a high fever. Despite her appearance, Lillia knows how to do physical labor. She and her sister had to divide the chores around their house because their grandmother was too old to do much of anything. As a child, Lillia had been the little dreamer and the drama queen of the neighborhood. She'd always have stories to tell to entertain others. When she was fifteen, her grandmother passed away and her had to be looked after by her sister. Later that year, she attended her sister's wedding and then later moved with Mariah and her husband to the outskirts of a large city where she got her education and eventually made *most* of her dreams come true. ]] Ti-Kae Name: Ace Jameson
Age: 26
Gender: male
Occupation: Contract killer
Social Status: High med. level
Appearance: Ace stands about six feet five inches and slightly muscular, he keeps his shoulder length, black hair parted in the middle so it hangs down on each side of his hazel eyes and tappers down his sharply outlined face.His outfits usually consist of a black dress shirt which is never tucked in, a pair of black jeans that are held up by a a leather belt, and wears a pair of black sneakers.
Special Designs: Tattoo of a bloomed rose behind a skull with two gun on each side of the skull on his right arm.
Personality: He is laid back, calm, and sometimes rude, some characteristics of a gang member or thug that keeps a high profile in an area.He keeps his occupation from most and rarely talks about it he can be hostile in some situations and is very secretive and mysterious when it comes to himself or his job.
Phobias: Getting caught while on a job, Missing his target.
Brief Biography: Ace grew up in the city, always being beat and thrown around by older kids who was in gangs, when he was around thirteen years of age he was put in a juvenile hall for attempted murder on his father who he found cheating on his mother.Soon after coming off parol when he was eighteen he joined the military as a sniper, developing skills as an expert marksman he soon retired after only four years of training and started posting adds in the under ground markets as a contract killer and soon had his buisness constructed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 6:03 pm
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Black Bloody Roses Captain
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Black Bloody Roses Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 6:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 7:49 pm
Name: Aeriyn McInshire
Age: 23
Gender: female
Occupation: Thief/prostitute
Social Status: High, due to the men she goes after - she's currently living with a wealthy businessman, and though a few people know what she does behind closed doors, no one dares speak out against it.
Appearance: Aeriyn has a wonderful body, with a tiny face and large eyes. She can change from sexy vixen to vulnerable girl in a matter of seconds, depending on the company present. She usually wears tight-fitting clothes that are alluring as well as high-end. Her hair is strawberry blonde and very straight. Her eyes are bright blue.
Special Designs: Aeriyn sports tiny bruises every once in a while due to the abusive nature of some of her "clients", but covers them well. She has a rose tattoo on her lower back and a Celtic-looking circlet on both her upper right arm and left ankle.
Personality: Like stated before, it changes. Normally, when she's not around men, she's withdrawn - except when she's around her few friends, when she's outgoing and outrageously wild. It's not uncommon for her to strip/dance in the rain, or to laugh out loud in libraries. She's very kind and generous - she knows that most women are total bitches when it comes to men, and she strives not to be.
Phobias: Being rejected, and deep water.
Brief Biography: Aeriyn ran away from home with a businessman from Minneapolis when she was seventeen, and has been jumping from city to city ever since, doing what suits her and WHO suits her. She was constantly told by her siblings and mother that she was hideous because of her petite body and big blue eyes, but she had no idea that it was fueled by pure jealousy - so she's constantly in fear of being rejected, which is why she rarely moves first and is scared to death when she does, however confident she may seem.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 1:26 pm
Name: Mariel Falks
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Occupation: Secretary
Social Status: Lower middle class
Appearance: Mariel is short and reed-thin, almost too thing, with a reasonably flat chest and a narrow face. Her eyes are grey and a bit squarish, often hidden beneath brown hair of an unremarkable shade. Her hair is usually held up in a ponytail, with slightly unkempt bangs that she occasionally manages to keep out of her face with a barette. Her clothes are a bit mousy and reserved, although not particularly prudish, but always immaculately clean despite being inexpensive and a bit worn. She's not exactly unattractive, but she's certainly plain.
Special Designs: Her ears have been pierced once, but she doesn't always wear earrings. She has a small scar over her left eyebrow, but one has to get within about six feet of her to really notice it.
Personality: Mariel is sweet, kind, and a bit reserved. She's not particularly competetive, especially when it comes to men, because she's long resigned herself to the fact that she's no great beauty. She has no illusions about herself, and doesn't mind being the butt of jokes...too much. She has a self-deprecating sense of humor, although she doesn't often show it. Despite not having many friends, she's generally happy with her life...most of the time. She does tend to get a little bit lonely, particularly on holidays and the sorts of times that families usually spend together.
Phobias: Afraid of spiders, snakes, cockroaches, lizards, mice, other large insects, and just about every other 'creepy' thing out there, Mariel nonetheless can't bring herself to squish bugs or use killing mousetraps because it's not their fault they're ugly. She's a little afraid to try new things, but with enough coaxing, she generally gives in.
Brief Biography: Mariel moved to this city ten years ago with her fiancee, who left her for another woman after they had been living there for about two years. She didn't have the money to move back home, so she stayed, not having much reason to push to go back. Never having been particularly close to her family, she still gets a little lonely never seeing them, as they live on the other side of the country. She hasn't seen her mother since her father's funeral three years ago. Mariel has a pretty predictable routine by now- working nine to five, grocery shopping on saturdays, church on sunday more out of habit than faith.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 7:12 pm
Name: Kali Chan
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Occupation: Gang Woman
Social Status: High
Appearance:
Special Designs: There is half a broken heart on her right hip. A rose rests on each of her shoulder blades and her name is encased in curling whips at the bottom of her back. The center of her back is of a butterfly with demonic wings.
Personality: Cold and fearless on the outside, she is alone and afraid on the inside. Her world is tumulted by guns and roses. She may flare up in a second but be a kitten moments later.
Phobias: Never being loved, spiders and beetles.
Brief Biography: Kali's father was the man on the block. He dealed the most, killed the most and screwed the most. Kali was the result of his relationship with his high school sweetheart and so she's the only child he claims. Her mother died when Kali hit her teens. A devastated Kali fell into her father's world of underhand tricks and massive bucks. She lived quite modestly compared to what she was worth.
It was a dangerous life but she was protected by the Rival Oaths. Any gang leader's family members that were killed would be avenged by all other gangs. Even the most hateful gangs to the 'good' community gangs followed this one street law.
Kali was never good with people and spent most of her time with her father's men learning how to wheel and deal and kill. She had never embedded a bullet into anyone before and she never wanted to. She always feared she'd kill the one meant for her.
She would sell and deliver messages to other gang women. She would visit with the wives and daughters of her father's most hated enemies and would do 'girl stuff' with them. She knew they weren't her friends and would have a soon put a bullet in their heads as touch them.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 10:53 pm
Name: Konrad Srinski
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Occupation: Hired Hand (Assassin/Bodyguard)
Social Status: Highly Respected
Appearance: Konrad is a lithe, strong man with a fair balance between strength and speed. He is most commonly seen by his clients in black shoes, baggy pants of matching color, and a plain black tee. On his left arm are three bracelets of wooden beads, each bracelet's beads inscribed with a different symbol. The first, made of black beads, has the symbol for 'Death' in red. The second, which consists of white beads, has the symbol for 'Heaven' in blue. The third bracelet's beads are red with the symbol for 'Hell' in black. He ofent sports a maroon leather jacket as well, a gift from long ago before moving to 'The Land of Opportunity', a name he's grown accustomed to calling it. His hair is loose and dark brown, stopping at his eyebrows that cover eyes of coal.
Special Designs: A scar running from his left shoulder blade to his right hip.
Personality: He's quiet, intelligent, and observant. All staples to make a good assassin and bodyguard. He never indulges himself, and even keeps himself slightly hungry to keep a constant alertness about him. Flirting and sexual relations are non-existant. He has his rough upbringing to thank for that, but it's not like he minds. He has come to be able to control his sexual desires and therefore they technically do not exist. He finds that they could be a distraction and an easy way to throw him off guard during an assignment.
Phobias: Agoraphobia. It's why he's in the cities.
Brief Biography: Born and raised in Russia. At the age of twenty-two, he moved to 'The Land of Opportunity' to make a name for himself and to escape the growing hostilities amongst certain people. He has since achieved his goal and become an accomplished underground 'Hired Hand'. On a side note, he is also a very good hacker. How else would he keep the Feds off his doorstep?
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 4:55 am
Name: Raynor "Ray" Corrado
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Occupation: Gang Member (Specifically, underground fight club member)
Social Status: Medium
Appearance: With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a lean-muscled body, Ray has been one of the youngest gang members in his gang. He is somewhat tall, standing about an inch or two below six feet, and often wears baggy jeans and loose-fitting shirts.
Special Designs: While Ray bears no scars from his fight club life, he does have tattoos, including a pair of angel wings on his back, the word Erlosung down his right arm, and an iron cross on the back of his left hand.
Personality: Serious only when in a fight, Ray has a rather playful nature. Enjoys flirting with women, cigarettes, and alcohol, along with breaking the law. He is somewhat of a gun fanatic, although he hardly ever gets to handle one, and doesn't own one (yet). However, Ray gets cranky if he goes awhile without a cigarette. While he isn't particularly easy to anger, there are others that are quite harder to anger as well.
Phobias: Heights
Brief Biography: Not exactly a gifted child, Ray was pretty much ignored in his childhood, as his parents were always working towards another child. Having no siblings, Ray fell in with a bad crowd in Junior High. During his first years of highschool, his mother died of breast cancer, and his father then dove into a bottle, his life ending in sirens and twisted metal at the hands of a drunk driving accident. Ray had fallen in with the bad crowd again in highschool, dropping out and living with his gang in one of their safe houses. Having lived at least three years in the gang, Ray pretty much knows how to survive on the streets.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 2:33 pm
[[ You guys know you can start roleplaying? >< ]]
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2005 6:27 pm
Shoreek Coraine Acathis [[ You guys know you can start roleplaying? >< ]] ((We do now. Thanks.))
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 3:31 pm
Kali Chen walked the streets aimlessly. She had virtually nothing to do that day. Her thoughts were all mingled with the hazy after effects of a few drinks. She did not stumble when she walked or paused when she spoke. She drank only enough to ease her thinking. Let her enjoy what she was feeling.
What was she feeling? The air on her skin, the brush of her clothing against her silky skin, the cool touch of chains around her neck and clipped to her belly button rings, the faint pull of her five earrings and three belly button rings, the voices of the city streets enfolding her.
Yes, Kali Chen, the city's biggest gang baby, was a hopeless romantic. As she walked along in tight, black, low-cut jeans, with the various chais on it and the huge heart locket that was right above it -its chain wrapped twice around her waist and her soft black off the shoulder top that was tight only around her waist and above her breast, her mind was fillde with mixed and hazy thoughts of crimes and love.
Recently turned twenty-one, she was used to being allowed anywhere, so it mattered not where she went. It also made her the youngest gang baby. Kali was one of the most hated women in the industry and one of the most sought for. She did not want a drug dealer though. She did not care for those that murdered senselessly either. Murder without cause was unjust, drug dealers didn't last very long and many of the 'warriors' ran yellow-bellied at the sound of gunfire.
No, Kali did not want a coward or someone that would kill her cold in her sleep. She did not want someone that would be killed on the block for dealing but she did not want a clean person either. She did not want some high time lawyer or doctor that never dealt in the criminal worlds. Those high price sissys never did anyone good and were to cowardly and greedy to kep a wife they could seel out for major cash.
So what was there to do but keep on waiting and letting time take its toll. She did not want to look because she would be dissapointed when she did not find anyone. No, Kali resorted to simple walking about as she did know and hoped one of the drug gods would shine down on her and take her away.
She payed no attention to the cat calls by rude men or to the rude gestures their wives made. She kept on walking until someone grabbde her shoulder. She turned to face a young man with a terrible smile on his face. He said a few words to her and she slapped him. By Al Capone, he was rude. He had let her go in surprise and made to grab her again but ended up grabbing empty air. She had sprinted through the crowd to get away from him. She would definately tell her father later. The guy was following her but she was slowly loosing him through the people and the streets. She looked back to see that he hadn't come nearly as far as she had and when she turned around, she collided with someone.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 6:51 pm
A yawn escaped a young man's mouth as he strolled down the street, not minding how he stretched as he walked might have interfered with someone else's path. They'd either get out of the way or get over being interrupted, or both. It didn't matter to him. He rubbed his eyes, finding the remnants of sleep still within him. He had just woken up, but anyone that knew him couldn't tell the difference, simply because he looked like he had just awakened recently no matter what time of day it was. His blonde hair was short, messy, and unkempt, although clean, and his clothes were always wrinkled. He wore on this day a pair of baggy blue jeans, a white tank top, and, like he often did, his black, fingerless gloves and black leather boots.
'People bother me...' He thought, walking along with the crowd, wondering what he would do on this day. 'Old fogies probably wonder why I'm not in school... Screw school.' He continued to think to himself, as it was quite impossible to think to anyone but himself, unless the thoughts were directed at someone else and best left in the realm of thought and not verbalized. 'Jeez... Nothing to do... noone to do... what's a guy to do?' He looked around, and yawned again, stretching obnoxiously.
Not like he cared if anyone got upset. After all, he had a gang he was with. If anybody gave him trouble, he could just ask for help if it wasn't enough for him. Not that it would matter, because he was one of the top guys in his fight club, despite being so young...
His brilliant blue eyes scanned the crowd of people, before closing lazily in yet another yawn. So very tired. He had gotten, if at all possible, too much sleep.
His stomach grumbled. Another emotion, another feeling to experience. Hunger, now. He had forgotten, again, breakfast. Even though it was long past time for breakfast, or at least he figured it was. He hadn't checked a clock recently. He didn't have one around to check, and nobody would probably give him the time anyways. 'Stupid old fogies.'
He was so bored, so hungry, and so tired.
That was, until a woman slammed into him while he was yawning (again). He was nearly plowed over by the woman, and let out an indignant "Oof!" as the air left his lungs, ostracized by the impact. Regaining his breath and stumbling back a few steps, he decided to see if the person who ran into him was okay.
He looked up, and his eyes went wide. Not many people dressed like she did, but damn, he wished more women did.
She had a various amount of piercings, which was just fine with him, because it was his philosophy that to each their own and to hell with anyone that says different, and she had this look in her eyes that looked a bit hazy... maybe she had partaken in a few drinks before setting out on the streets. Needless to say she wasn't entirely drunk, of course.
"Hey, are you alright?" The blonde-haired teen asked.
'Well, Ray, what are you getting yourself into...' He wondered to himself with a smirk.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 7:56 pm
She rubbed her already groggy head and looked up. She could not see the person before her very clearly but she could tell the person was male. She could hear the guy she was running from coming down the street from the angry shouts of a few bystanders.
Kali took her time getting up and checking her clothes. She straightened herself up and looked at the guy she had run into. "Seems i'm intact. Why did you have to be so damn big. Anyhow...I think you'll do." She turned to see the other guy come to a stop behind her, panting. She looked him at him with angry eyes, but his were angrier.
"You didn't have to chase me."
"No b***h slaps me."
"By Al Capone, you dare talk to Lord Chen's daughter with such words? You've got some guts in you. Perhaps i'll string them up in my room."
She winked dramatically and closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them, she took in the horrified look on the man's face. She brushed her right hand through her hair before gesturing to the blonde man behind that was now behind her.
"My bodyguard here will dispose of you...properly."
She turned her back to him but turned her head to see him run away. Gods, he stumbled much. She smiled knowingly and turned her attention back to the guy grinning mischeviously.
"Oh...i'm alright."
Under influence or not, she always had ideas moving around. Her father taught her all there was to it. He told her to always use those around you to get rid of an unwanted problem. Seems he was correct.
She took in the guys appearance and wrinkled her nose a bit. His hair was messy and his clothes wrinkled.
"Ever heard of a brush and iron man? You look like you screwed all night and jumped out of bed fully clothed. Don't know what sense that made...but you look it."
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