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Rules

1. Follow all Gaia TOS and Guild Rules
2. OC's only. All canon characters will be NPC, if we even have them show up.
3. Please fill out a profile and PM it to me (Harxlily) for approval before posting.
4. Limit cursing and romance to something that would be on the show (PG rated or so.)
5. Be sure not to godmod, as it can be tempting in a mainly fighting-based RP.
6. Do not stretch the page.
7. All OOC chat and planning should be held on the OOC thread. If you must write OOC on your post, please indicate it as so (change the color, etc.)
8. Again, since this a literate guild, and it will be a mostly fight-based roleplay, try to make posts at LEAST 100 words long (which is very short...)
9. Be nice. No flaming.
10. I am God, and may add, change. or delete any rules as needed.

Team Application

Current Setting:

Place:

Northfort, the Titans North building. It was a 200 year old military fort on the outskirts of downtown. Now, it has been converted into a high-tech, super-stocked headquarters by Sweet Pea, the Titans North tech specialist.

Time:

It is morning, and everyone has just woken up/in the middle of waking up.

Action:

The team is meeting for the first time, and getting ready for their first training session together.

Today felt like a blonde day.

Hopping out of bed, Camille clamped her mouth shut, sucking in air through her nose until she felt her long silver hair shortening. She arranged it into short, cute pixie-like spikes framing her face, then changed the white to a golden, sun-bleached blonde. Her eyes flickered from gray to shining blue. She didn't feel like putting on make up, so she simply lengthened her lashes and gave her skin a nice, bronzed glow.

Changing out of her pajamas, she pulled on her signature white tank and blue shorts, along with her protective gloves and socks. She wouldn't want to show up at her first practice session with everything in the house stuck to her. She'd look like a giant katamari or something.

Giggling, Camille put the finishing touches on today's look. She poked a painless hole in her nose and inserted a diamond stud, and stowed her whip in her back pocket.

She was ready.

They had all moved in last night, entering the fort as newly inducted Titans. Their hideout was already prepared and converted into a high-tech haven for the young superheroes.

Camille hadn't seen anyone the previous night, but she had gotten there fairly early, in the evening, moved her belongings to her room, and attempted to settle in before socializing. She wasn't worried though. She'd never really had trouble making friends before.

After strolling through the brick halls of the fort without bumping into anyone, Camille made her way up to the roof.

The roof/training area was a large hexagonal area, with grass growing all over it. It was like a courtyard, but with no walls. There was a turret in each corner, armed with motion sensors and tazer guns to stun any would be intruders. They also served as excellent strategical points for hiding and planning during training. Camille was already calculating how long it'd take her to climb up the walls and crouch behind the things.

There was no one there yet, although, she was a little bit of an early bird. Looking down at her watch, she noticed it was only six AM, and training didn't start until seven.

Oops.

Blonde day indeed.

Casually walking over to a far turret, directly opposite the door to the roof, Camille placed her hands against the tan brick wall, stretching her back and cracking a few bones. After going through her morning stretches to kill time, she laid out on the grass looking up at the sun. Now all she had to do was wait for her fellow teammates.

Anubis was always punctual. Told be somewhere at a certain time, he would never be a minute early or a minute late. He had arrived late at night to the place which would be his home: the new Titans base. After learning about the training time, which had been prearranged, Anubis had retired immediately to his room and gone to sleep. Seeing no one else wandering about, he had seen no point in staying awake. It was better to be well rested for the training tomorrow, after all. When the morning had rolled around, Anubis had woken up at his customary time. As it wasn’t time yet to report to training, he decided to past the time by doing stretches and some warm up exercises in his room. One corner of the room had been set aside as a place for him to do exactly that. The room itself was large, but sparsely furnished. Anubis didn’t have much to clutter up the space.

Five minutes before seven, Anubis left the room, limber and ready for training. He arrived on the roof at the dot of seven. The early morning sunlight glinted off his black helmet. He was already dressed in his regular outfit, the outfit the team would get used to seeing him in real quick. White loose pants with a gold and black sash belt rippled as he stepped across the grass covered roof. Anubis had decided to go barefoot today and he appreciated the feel of grass beneath his feet. Anubis’ chest was bare, his arms encased in his black claw-gloves. The only adornments he wore were gold bands on his arms and an ankh around his neck. And, of course, his face was hidden beneath the jackal helmet. Beneath this helmet, his eyes darted about, taking in the two other people on the roof. Apparently, the rest of the team hadn’t completely arrived yet.

One of the girls, one with green hair, was stretching. The second was lying on her stomach, seemingly staring at the sky. Anubis immediately put names to the faces he had seen previously in pictures, but he did not call out to them. Instead, he found a spot off to the side which afforded him an uninterrupted view of the entire roof and stood there. He would not interrupt either of their business, and would instead wait for the training to start. The others would come soon. His internal clock told him it was already seven. From the corners of his eyes, he was able to see the door to the roof, where the rest of the team would emerge from.

Anubis stood utterly still, the only movement coming from the wind stirring his sash. His feet were lined up perfectly next to each other, and his arms rested stiffly at his sides. His shoulders were back and his spine ramrod straight. It was a soldier’s pose, and one Anubis could hold for hours. To others, it looked uncomfortable, but it was the natural position for him to assume while waiting. He watched Celeste stretch silently, though Chameleon did not leave his sight either. He supposed she had already done some warm up work, or else she would be woefully unprepared once training started. Unless they would be doing a group warm together? He supposed that was possible. Anubis would rather get right into the actual training, but doing more stretches wouldn’t be a problem. It wasn’t like it was possible over-stretch after all. Well, there was no point in wondering about that. He would do whatever they were ordered to do.

Instinctively, he assessed Celeste’s stretching, noting the poses she used and the extent of her abilities. Physically anyways. He didn’t know the extent of any other abilities she might have. Anubis was completely unaware that he looked rather creepy standing utterly still and off to the side, like some sort of dark sentinel, watching the two girls.