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a late aubade Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 10:18 am
 the devil is in the details
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a late aubade generated a random number between
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2!
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 11:16 am
 "The Geisha in Training" --
Female Student o1.
Ooshi, Kikuya - Enfield Mk II Revolver
Kikuya was always chasing destiny. From a young age, she had determined that her worth in this world was more expensive then gold. She spent her time away from her single father, and focused her luck and charm on school and the arts. Kikuya was always curious. She would often sneak around to ‘forbidden’ parts of the house to find out all that there was to know about her family. She found that the truth was sometimes a brutal and enlightening awakening. When Kikuya was eight, her mother came back into her life. She was not the mother Kikuya had dreamed of, but instead, she was something more. Her mother was her new ticket to her new life.
After leaving her abusive father behind her, Kikuya was swept off to a little part of Kyoto, Japan. Kikuya was raised to be a beautiful heiress to a historic throne. Hence forth, she would wear the kimono with pride as a geisha in training. Now at the age of 16, this young lady is a promising fortune for the state of the Geisha. She attends a normal high school and works regularly in one of the restaurants in Gion, ever waiting her day to join the geisha of modern Japan. Kikuya is known for her strong belief in culture and history, and savors the beauty of nature. She enjoys most sweets, and although she does not regularly attend them, she is a fan of athletic sports and meets. She doesn’t mind the rain, but she prefers the sunshine any day. However, above all, she favors being noticed. She spends much of her time finding new ways to make a mark.
Ms. Ooshi is very heterosexual. She prefers to be in the company of men then in the company of women. However, she refuses to mingle with dogs or anything related to snakes and insects. She spends most of her time avoiding looking at the clock or the unpopular girls in her school. For a young lady, Ms. Kikuya is rather attractive, so eyes are drawn to her naturally. However, this miss prefers to keep her eyes on herself instead of on others.
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a late aubade generated a random number between
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a late aubade Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 11:20 am
"The Kendo Star" - -
Female Student o2.
Tetsuko, Kome - Bullet Proof Vest
Ms. Kome has always been a tomboy. Ever since she was young and growing up in the Kamikawa Sub-prefecture in Hokkaido, she was a common trainee in Snowboarding, skiing, and during the summers she would often surf. She spent much of her time living in the happiness of her home in northern Hokkaido with her mother, father, and two older brothers. When she was old enough, she started to follow her father’s dreams as a kendo fighter. She was raised like a boy for the most part, but her mother did step in for the obvious female needs. Ms. Tetsuko was accepted into a very good school in the Nakagawa sub-prefecture. By day she would go to school and participate in the school’s activities, but at night, she would train with her father in the way of the sword. Although it was strictly watched, Kome started to learn guitar as a teen. She was fascinated by the things that were not ‘popular’ by the standards of the girls in her school, and in her own way, she made things that were out of style come back to the surface.
Although she isn’t 100% book smart, she is street smart. With all her years of rough love, she learned how to stay strong through the hardest of times. She takes enjoyment in many things that involve sports, being outside, and many things that prove to be a challenge. She is heterosexual and proud of it, constantly hoping that somebody beautiful will someday find her. She has always wanted to see the big city, and another dream of hers would to sail all over the world and find out what the western cultures are like. Despite her taste for knowledge, she absolutely hates stubborn stupidity. She cannot stand talking to some one less entertaining then a brick wall. She’s not very fond of the stereotypical blond or the stereotypical guy, but, she will stand them for now. Kome is a seventeen year old Junior in High School.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:54 pm
Introducing : Mrs. Smith  N a m e : Kurenai Anzu Shizunito
A g e : I've been on this earth for nearly twenty three years baby.
H e i g h t : Whoever said that being five foot six was short?
W e i g h t : I told my friends that I was skinny so that they'd ignore the fact I'm really one hundred and thirty four pounds of muscle.
P e r s o n a l i t y : You could spend your entire life trying to figure out who I am and never get it right. In reality, my moods change from day to day remain in the same genre of my personality; laid-back. For a mobster, I don't get much action anymore, so my hot headed ways have receded. I typically don’t talk to my comrades except for the handsome Mr. Smith, and even then, that is only on rare occasions when we’re in front of the boss. When I look at myself, I certainly see a woman with a purpose and goals and official manners, but when others look at me, they sometimes only see me for my body, and not my mind. They call me a temptress on lucky days, and on other days they say that I’m a bitchy cold-hearted beast. I won’t deny either of those charges, but they have to look past that hard exterior to know that I’m just intelligent and agile. I’ve got strong intentions, and I know that I should be shot for them, but don’t point the gun at my head just yet. I’ve got criminal looks, and that can get anyone anywhere under the right circumstances
S p e c i a l t i e s : When it comes to killing, ain't nobody better then me. I've got your typical sharp shooter talent, and baby when you put me in my natural habitat I'm better then the lions on the savannah. I've been given the role of Sniper, but that doesn't mean I can't rough and tumble with the boys. I've got a serious knack for knowledge, and if you ever noticed, my earing isn't just black obsidian. I've got good control over people, especially those men in the bars. They look so cute when they think they're getting a piece of this.
F a v o r i t e W e a p o n s : When I go out to the field, there are specific things that I won't leave behind. For instance, the guys at work gave me this M39 Enhanced Marksman Rifle so that I can actually call myself a sniper. However, I also have a Smith & Wesson Model 4506 handgun, a tantō blade with my family's name ingraved in the metal, a small but lethal Tessen or metal fan, and a tight and clean spool of that bloody steel wire that I love to use.
B a c k g r o u n d :
Back when things were simpler, my daddy and my mother decided to go for a business trip to Tokyo Japan. At first, the trip was everything it should have been, where the young couple did as they were told in their meetings and at night well, they did what most adults like to do in the bedroom. However, one late night my dad was dumb enough to go out for a midnight stroll. He wandered into a Hostess Bar, and made friends with the wrong sorts of people. These guys were tough, and they didn’t exactly look like the kind of people you’d want to make friends with. My poor Frenchman father took a ride with them back to the hotel, but wasn’t able to pay the price when they kicked him out. My father tried to ease off the beatings, but it didn’t do anything to stop them. The mobsters were cold hearted, and before they beat him to death, they dealt out his property. They started with my mother. She was ravishing, but, she was also mysteriously pregnant. My father had no choice but to give away his wife to save his life. That pitiful man let my mother and my small self to starve in the deserted streets of Tokyo, waiting to be taken in by anyone. It was those same mobsters that took in my mother, and in doing so, took me in too. With all the turmoil of childbearing and losing her husband, my poor mother’s heart gave out in the hospital. So, I was born without a real mother, but a pack of wolves to take care of me.
And take care of me they did.
As a child, they treated me in the same house as all the other main family children, putting me in a very good school, and helping me with my studies so that I could excel through the ranks later on. I was trained with the sword, and became a very prominent Kendo Star in High school; however, it was my love of the arts that won over many men that were from the ‘family’. I was always a little busty for the Asian population. Of course, I didn’t look like them and I had discolored eyes but, I was always a marvel at parties and always asked out on dates once I had come of age. It was here that I really started working my way into the dirty business of the Family. My ‘Father’ was actually one of the elders, and he always wanted me to be skilled in ancient and modern techniques. I had a good pair of eyes, and my elders used that to their advantage, using me to run dirty errands and point out the liars in a group of hoodlums. When I didn’t do my homework, I was at target practice or martial arts class. I learned how to fight and still look good, and I learned how to keep those dirty men in their places. When I was sixteen, I went on my first mission, and even then I knew that I was destined for something dirty and mature. I loved it. After that one taste, I was thrown into the ring of missions, and my name in the family became more popular. I became a respected woman, and when I graduated with high honors in my class, I went onto a good college to become a businesswoman. It was here in college that I met my new target. I could take down men like they were little reeds of grass. But this one was special. I thought he was very attractive, and on our first meeting, I understood that we had a…special connection.
I never expected him to be this special.
The truth was, despite how many men had come to suit me, none of them made it past the kiss on my hand. So when I thought I had a real chance at love with this boy, I didn’t exactly know what to do. I let him lead like a man should, but I always liked being the one to make decisions. We dated for about a month in college, and by the time that his birthday rolled around, I figured that my present for him would be the best. I readied myself for a night of something…adult, and slid into his dorm room. When he showed up, we got into our typical loving mood, and by the time we were both naked, I realized what kind of mistake I had made. He had tattoos all over his back, and he had them imprinted the patterns that my ‘family’ often did them. I had to ask, in order to find out that this man was a member of the clan, but because she wasn’t raised with all the other children she didn’t know him. We spent the rest of his birthday talking about who we really were.
Damn him.
So now I’m twenty three, living in a penthouse suite with Mr. Smith; the same man I almost lost it to. We returned to the family, we were paired up, and in that way, we clicked. He was the guts, I was the brains. He was the brawn, I was the beauty. I had a good eye, he had a good hand. This was how it was now. I worked with a good job and a good pay, and Mr. Smith had a similar situation. We’d go to work, we’d come home, we’d have dinner, we’d do missions occasionally, and then we’d sleep. I’m glad that this penthouse had rooms on opposite sides of the apartment. I slept in one bed, and he in the other. It would be this way so long as I could help it. Because we were valued as a team, we were forced to live together, and we were to be used only if the family was in peril. I guess that shows how elite we’ve become in our years of work. But, when he is hurt, and I am strong, I fight for him. We are a good team with good feelings. I am strong up close and far away, but I respect his style and let him be the bait.
But why does he have to look so good?
L i k e s : ( Five )
D i s l i k e s : ( Five )
P u l l s m y s t r i n g s : L3MONH3AD
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