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Housing Area / Blow Me One Last Kiss [open-ish]
« on: November 15, 2012, 06:52:39 am »
It hadn't taken Ely much time to find the sort of house she'd wanted. She'd never been one to drag her feet, and when Gregor didn't come back after the three days, it really had been the last straw. On the flash of temper, she packed what little she'd had at his house. The very next day, she'd looked over the houses in the area.

Now, that day, she moved her furniture into the new house. It hadn't been hard to get her things from back home, and have them expedited. At this point, music pumped through the house. White knuckles and sweaty palms from hanging on too tight. Clenched shut jaw, I've got another headache again tonight. Eyes on fire, eyes on fire, and they burn from all the tears I've been crying, I've been crying, I've been dying over you.  Tie a knot in the rope, tryin' to hold, tryin' to hold. But there's nothing to grasp so I let go. Ely focused, occasionally singing along with the lyrics that were a bit too true.

I think I've finally had enough, I think I maybe think too much. I think this might be it for us (blow me one last kiss). You think I'm just too serious, I think you're full of ****. My head is spinning so (blow me one last kiss). Just when it can't get worse, I've had a **** day (NO!) Have you had a **** day? (NO!), we've had a **** day (NO!). I think that life's too short for this. I want back my ignorance and bliss. I think I've had enough of this, blow me one last kiss.

I won't miss all of the fighting that we always did. 
Take it in. I mean what I say when I say there is nothing left. No more sick whiskey d***, no more battles for me.
As if she'd focused in on the lyrics, Ely's voice raised, singing along with the artist. Cathartic it was, and the remote is picked up, the volume raising higher. She'd raged, and cried alone. And was done with both. She was finally ready to set aside the past.

Ely flew nearby to the easiest place to start. Because it would be exactly where he'd come. Right outside his favorite place, though she hadn't stepped into it, the casually dressed Ely leaned against a tree, inspecting her nails. She pulled a brush from her bag, and ran that through her thick mane as she waited. She stood vaguely hip shot against the tree, grooming indolently. She looked almost more feline in that moment.

Sign up / The Good Angel and The Bad Angel
« on: November 05, 2012, 01:54:33 am »
Two Sides of One Coin- The Twins

Name: Valor Destiny 'The Good Angel'
Age: 18
Gender: Female


Bio: The Good Angel, as she has been called by the woman that acted as guardian over both her sister and herself, Valor is the honorable sister, if not precisely pure and light. Long has she haunted the shadows, using the dark to ensure that it never extinguishes the light. She wields a blade that she simply calls "The Way". She wields darkness only for the best of reasons. The purity of her intent and purpose guards her path and heart from being overcome with it. She is Lady Luck to her sister's darkness, always there trying to keep the damage left in her twin's wake to the minimal she can. It doesn't often work.

ability: Bears a Keyblade she calls The Way. A power named Aura Shards sends protecting and absorbing orbs revolving around the caster. Auric Shattering breaks the guard of the targeted enemy. Dark Fire sends black flame careening around her. Shining Insight allows her to peer at the next offensive movement of her opponent, and have a chance to act to prevent or somehow damage control the siutation. Blade master.

Likes: The music of violins, studying histories, quiet, seafood, butterflies, big cities

Dislikes: Water, senseless conflict, spinelessness, cheaters

Classes: -

Clubs/activities: -

Class Rep: -

Year: 3

Equipment: A Keyblade, a backpack, a long black leather trench

strength- 125
speed- 100
intelligence- 100
energy to use ability- 75
stamina- 75
martial arts skills- 25
equipment skills- 100

Name: Vanity Astra 'The Bad Angel'
Age: 18
Gender: Female


Bio: The 'Bad Angel' of the sisters, she is manipulative, seductive and ruthless. Dark for the sake of being dark, she has embraced the shadow. Both sisters are faces of the same coin. Vanity is Lady Death, there is little doubt of this. She is vaguely Machievellian in her machinations, and enjoys pitting brother against brother, father against son, and watching the best of friends go up in flames because of her. Sex is a weapon as useful  as her Keyblade is, and she uses both masterfully.

ability: Wields a keyblade. May use the shadows to conceal her presence expertly. Web's Design allows for sight into a target opponent's next offensive move. This opens the way for preventative measures or damage control. Infernal Strike sends lightning crashing to the Earth, catching multiple opponents and stunning them. Chernabog's Wings creates a gust of air to shield the caster. Sepruchal Tones acts as the resounding deafening of bells, pressing the subject(s) down beneath the weight of the noise made for three posts. Magnetas gathers enemies in a 30 ft radius of the caster together, causing chaos and confusion. They are squeezed into a 10 ft cluster.
Likes: The night, spiders, snakes, parties, excitement, testing her wits.

Dislikes: Dull individuals, men that present no challenge to her wiles, staying still for long, bonfires, purity

Classes: -

Clubs/activities: -
Class Rep: -

Year: 3

Equipment: A Keyblade, a backpack, a long leather trench

strength- 125
speed- 75
energy to use ability- 75
stamina- 75
martial arts skills- 0
equipment skills- 150

Rules/Announcements / NPCs and You
« on: October 29, 2012, 01:15:31 pm »
Hi, this is Kaya, friendly neighborhood admin. I got somethin' I figure people should know. It's become a thing that needs to be said.

If an NPC is being played by an admin, feel free to find out which admin is doing so. If you have questions, concerns, ideas, contact this admin directly. They will have no problem helping. It's their job. However, do not take it upon yourself to decide actions that said NPC would take, or think that you can simply decide that said NPC dies. This is not the case.

Cut down on assumptions made, and ask questions. It makes life less stressful for you and your admins. No admin (at least here) will turn you away and say they don't have time for you. They may ask for your patience in these things, but they will help you. Unless said admin in charge of the NPC agrees, there will be no assumed off camera death or immediate successful actions taken against them. Period. End of story.

Penny for your thoughts / A suggestion
« on: October 04, 2012, 12:58:05 am »
Some things came to light, and I feel the need to make this suggestion. There are places that are not proper for most people (apart from NPCs and villians) to be venturing to. May I offer this? Please, make said forums inaccessible to all but those that should be there. Letting the PCs at large view these boards gives them the impression that they may go there. And complaining when it is not clear that they should not be there is madness. Fix this, please.

O'raion Forest / Your Face, It Haunts...[limited/invite only, early eve.]
« on: October 03, 2012, 11:34:11 pm »
The No Moon carried her MP3 player, but the ear buds hung around her neck lightly. The music played clearly, Evanescence, little doubt of that. But the wearied shifter sat on a rock, perched really. Her amber eyes a bit tired from restless and sleepless nights. The dreams, they kept coming back. Again and again. Everytime she shut her eyes, he was there, staring at her with his dark eyes cold and craven.

She just wanted a peaceful moment. A second to sleep. No dreams, nothing disturbing her. As if answering her prayers, her lids began to droop, heavy and leaden. She slumped to sit on the ground, letting her head rest back slightly. Just a little rest. It couldn't hurt.

A howl had called to both Jess and Elliot. It was a howl to gather, to feast. The first of pack meetings. They wouldn't do it formal and stiff. Pack was family. A family dinner would be their gathering. Time to bond, to plan, to laugh.

The meal was Thai, both spicy and sweet in attendance. It went heavily to the vegetarian side of things, but still had some meat dishes, as Ely ate meat on occasion, as did Elliot and Jess. Not a single person would believe it, but Ely had done the cooking herself, rather than ordering in. There had been a reason she was in the Market that day, after all.

Thai iced tea was offered, as was normal black tea, and jasmine tea, hot or cold. Sake was also available, hot and cold, as well. Many drink options, snack options and dessert options to be had. They were shifters. Food was sort of a necessary thing. Keep yourself fed or the rage got worse, harder and harder to control. Her mate was a Full Moon. She could recite well learned things for days.

After it was said and done, Ely stood, waiting for certain things to be done, and other things to cool. She went upstairs, showering, that forest smell radiating through the bathroom and into the hall. Minutes later, she dried her dark curls with a towel, deciding what to wear. That secret competition between her and Jess over fashion was still just as strong now as it had been when they were younger.

She pulled the dress she had in mind from her closet, stepping into it once her hair was dry enough. Her dark hair was bound up in a knot that let the unruly curls fall as they might like, over her golden skin. Not much, if any makeup adorns her face, and she decided on foregoing the shoes. The woodsy spicy scent of her skin was enhanced by the oil she dabbed in key places.

With one last glance, she padded her way down the stairs to await their guests.

Housing Area / No Light, No Light [closed, Gre and Ely, night]
« on: September 22, 2012, 10:17:16 pm »
"I want her. Gregor isn't here to claim her any longer. I demand my chance as one of the alpha males. You cannot deny us a chance to win a worthy mate, Xander." Came a cold male voice. Even in her sleep, Elyana jerked as she heard that familiar tone. Those words. The growl of frustration that came from inside her father still had the power to chill her, as well. Resigned, frustrated, trapped. Unable to protect his only daughter, mostly by ancient and outdated laws. Laws that remained unchanged.

"Fine. You will all have the chance you seek. Over the next weeks, you'll each get a chance at finding her and bringing her in. If you manage, she's yours. But you must be able to get her back here to claim her." He clarified, trying to protect his daughter's innocence as he could. He hated that law the most, and wouldn't stand for seeing her so abused. So broken.

Weeks passed, one a week, each failing again and again. Until she was left with the one she most dreaded. Straight to her bones. The rest didn't scare her. He did. He had a coldness in him that chilled her straight to her bones. She felt completely exhausted. Not sleeping well, plus these weekly nightmares. And someone had been following her. She occasionally got the glance of a scent before it disappeared.

She took off into the forest, her foots steps graceful, light and quick. She left no scent as she moved, and had vanished from the eye. She tried to take the shape of a crow, attempting to wing herself out of the danger. And found she couldn't. The only form that came to her was the one that she'd been naturally born with. Horror dawned as she tried again and again as she moved, only to come up emptyhanded.

Outside of the dream, a very low and quiet distressed whimper came from Elyana as she laid curled with her mate. Her hand curled into itself, becoming a fist. Her very sharp nails pierced the palm of her hand, blood seeping from beneath her claws. Her face contorted slightly, her body giving one very faint twitch.

Looking for a good read / Yo, Pup! [Elliot, Ely, open, afternoon]
« on: September 21, 2012, 09:46:03 pm »
A familiar howl came on the wind to Elliot. He knew that howl, beyond a single doubt. The silvery voice is more than a little familiar. Elyana called to him on the wind. And afforded him the respect of a howl. Said woman waited fairly patiently, and this time, she didn't hide. Serious face today. Well, sort of.

Approved Characters / Elyana Romanov
« on: August 26, 2012, 09:13:34 pm »
Name: Elyana Alexandra Romanov
Age: 19
Gender: Female


Bio: Born when No Moon showed in the sky, her people celebrated the birth of this new child. Born in an insular and clannish world, none but those born of her kind would understand.

ability: Heightened speed, agility. Shapeshifting, hiding from the senses, speaking lies, finding truth, secrets and information.

Likes: Fruit, chocolate, the moon, fire, gossip

Dislikes: those who mess with her family or those she loves, egotists, braggarts. cowards

Classes: Shape shifting, control, stealth, survival

Equipment: A bag that produces any mundane object needed, a necklace of significance, reasonable amount of money

Stats: total 1000
speed- 275
energy to use ability-200
stamina- 125
martial arts skills-75
equipment skills-25

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