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| 10:22pm 09/06/2006 |
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I'd like to arrange some interaction with some of our resident vamps. Who's interested and what's a good time for you guys? |
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| 09:38pm 05/06/2006 |
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Greetings, my darklings. <3
It's time to do a bit of culling, as it were! Reply to this post with the characters you wish to keep, or in five day's time I will strike them from the comm and open their positions to other people to app. You have until NEXT SATURDAY to post, and then the slate is clear and new arrivals will be accepted.
Naturally, if you talk to me via AIM or Yahoo, you don't need to reply to this. <3 |
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| 02:11pm 05/03/2006 |
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Update time! There has been a new Kith added, as well as additional information on Kitsune and the Traditions for Mages. |
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| 07:51pm 23/02/2006 |
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Your Name: Spardie
Your journal:  sparda219
Your AIM SN: Kenkenmuscle
Character Name: Aoi Kentarou
Character Journal: fuzzyken
Race: Were
Sub-race: Garou
Powers: Gifts: (Level 1) Scent of True Form, Enhanced Senses, Blur of the Milky Eye, Falling Touch
Skills: Various sports, especially soccer, basketball and tennis. Partying, flirting, showing off and generally being charming. Japanese poetry, as it's his current major. (He picked it up to impress romantics.) He's learned the arts of werewolf combat, naturally, as well as spirit and werewolf lore.
Background: I'll add the whole thing later, but here's the short of it. Kentarou was born to a human father and werewolf mother, the youngest of three sons. His oldest brother, Kenichi, is a werewolf as well, but the middle brother, Kenpachi, is not. Currently, Kentarou is in college, 19 years old, and slacks off too much for his own good. He loves both boys and girls and, though he's a player now, he really wants to find someone who will put up with him enough to settle down with. He's loud, energetic, friendly and playful and still has no idea what he wants to do when he gets out of school.
On the supernatural side of things, his automatic response to anything Wyrmlike is to try and either run it out of his territory, or destroy it. Despite his friendly, playful nature, he is a werewolf and has been taught from birth to kill the Wyrm and anything associated with him. He's a big puppy, but even puppies have claws and teeth. |
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| Mini hiatus! |
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| 10:35pm 20/02/2006 |
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Hello!!
I am going away on vacation from Feb 25 to March 4 and will be unable to get on a computer. Sadly, that means no logging or LJ for me for a whole week! *sob*
I'll try to catch up on everything when I come back!! |
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| 10:46pm 18/02/2006 |
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Hi everyone!
Kippei and Wakato-mun here. I'm going to be out of town for one week (feb 20-26), so I'll be absent from the comm until then.
Kippei is currently biding his time, waiting for a chance to take a stab at Yukimura. He knows that An is alive (or not, if she's a vampire), and is hell-bent on finding her. He is also hell-bent on saving his Faerie helper Fuji, from the clutches of Yukimura (who has sworn to teach him a lesson).
Wakato, on the other hand, is lying low after a rather nasty encounter with Hiyoshi Wakashi and a certain Quei Jin. He'll be going about his business in a general fashion, however constantly watching his back.
*waves* :) |
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| Ibu Shinji App~! |
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| 05:55pm 10/02/2006 |
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My Name: Whitney
My Journal: iverin
My AIM SN: LadyIverin, alsosprachtuti
Character Name: Ibu Shinji
Character Journal: will make if accepted!
Race: Vampire - Malkavian
Powers: Obfuscate, Auspex, and Dementation
Background:
Though he doesn't look a day over twenty, Shinji is 354 years old and enjoying the undead life as much as a melancholy, crazy vampire can. He was, before becoming a vampire, a samurai for a daimyo in one of the domains along the northern frontier. It was one fateful night when he was on watch and heard a sound in the bushes. Being slightly paranoid and ever-alert, he chased the sound; he was met by a vampire in the guise of a native... He never reported back. As he edged further away from sanity, he traveled across Japan as a merchant; he finally settled in Kyoto near the end of the 17th century and became a woodcut artist. His obsessive-compulsive attention to detail allowed him to create meticulous works; his tendency toward remembering every tiny detail of events gave him a broad range of topics. Thus, Shinji made his living as an artist, staying in the shadows and selling in back alleys--after all, he had eternity to make more art, what did it matter if it sold cheaply? Soon he grew restless in Kyoto and moved to Edo, specifically the Yoshiwara district. There, he learned further art styles and took up music, becoming a geisha. Shinji met Mizuki Hajime in Yoshiwara, and somehow managed to not drive him insane. The two were friendly rivals during their time as geisha, but after the Meiji Restoration and the falling out of the district, the two were separated, presumably never to meet again.
The years drifted by, and Shinji drifted through art circles in Japan. He rode out waves of pop culture and propaganda movements, his art style developing (he found he had a special talent for inks and oils) and his personal style somehow staying at the edge of fashion (which could be attributed to his time in Yoshiwara). Today, Shinji has finally settled back in Tokyo and is the creator of a very popular shounen manga that features a young man who can control time with his thoughts. His publishers have never seen him, and he is nearly a recluse... His madness has increased gradually over the years... Shinji is a mere shadow of his former self, reduced to little more than his drawings and his muttering. He keeps to himself mostly, even within the supernatural community, usually leaving the confines of his apartment only long enough to feed... but with everything going on in Tokyo right now, his tenuous peace isn't likely to last.
His madness manifests itself as utterances. In other words, Shinji mutters. A lot. In conversations, he will often go off on tangents that eventually end up on a seemingly unrelated topic to the original. In his mind, though, it is logical (and in fact logic at its finest). This happens especially often in referring to grudges or past wrongs: that is, they are often the end of the tangent and the real thought on Shinji’s mind. And he holds grudges like it’s going out of style. Being a crazy vampire is a perfect outlet for his never-ending stream of self-deprecating thoughts and illogical connections.
Shinji is a master of circular thinking. Inside of his head, it’s a bad thing. He will think himself into a corner, discourage himself from doing things in the simplest of ways. However, when used on another person it is quite an effective (if irritating) form of persuasion. He’ll attempt to be straightforward at times, but one gets the sense that he takes sick pleasure in talking people into whatever he wishes.
((Note: The Mizuki stuff was discussed in advance with Viv~!))
Sample:
First, you hold the pen, or the brush, at an angle, applying even pressure. You move your hand at the wrist, or at the elbow, or at the shoulder, forming that graceful arc of a first line. Then you change directions, change pressure, change the form. That's how it always started. Ibu Shinji knew the inner workings and ancient subtleties of lines better than most--after all, he'd been practicing them for over three hundred years. He sat, moving the marriage of hand and pen over bleached paper, alone in his cramped apartment, as he always did. The boy on the page was unusually perfect, with hair just the right length, arms and chest divinely muscled, and eyes that seemed as though they could see to the end of the world. Of course the picture was perfect in every way; if it wasn't, Shinji would scrap it and start over again. No matter how many times he hard to curse at it, no matter how many times he had thrown drawings away, they simply had to be perfect.
There was a knock at the door, and he muttered softly as he tucked away the drawing he was working on for his next artbook. He knew who was at the door. He always knew. It was Ken, an utterly devoted fan of his manga. Ken, who was a perfect specimen of seventeen years of nature's work. Ken, who loved manga more than anything, and loved Shinji's most of all. Ken, who had slowly, through his late-night visits to this apartment, been driven deliciously mad. Ken, who was now mumbling almost incoherently about how he'd done what he was told, how he'd written the note that said goodbye to his family and left it on the bed, and now he could stay with his favorite artist forever...
Shinji smiled and beckoned the boy in. It was so easy to lure them when they wrote such beautiful letters and sent such provocative pictures. It was almost too easy to drive them mad with endless whispers of promises in their ears. The older man pulled the boy close, put his lips to those fragile ears, to drip words into the fragile mind...
"Ken, settle down. Stop looking so frightened. You made the right decision, because it was your decision to come and be with me, and I want you here with me. Nobody can stop you now, because you chose to come to me, even though I'm much older than you are and it doesn't make sense that you would want to come to me and I don't think it's strictly legal anyway. You're here because you want to end your old life and start a new one." His eyes were fixed on the enraptured boy's neck. "You made the right choice." There was a yell, but the boy didn't struggle. He simply went limp in the vampire's arms as the life was sucked slowly from his body. Shinji would, of course, after savoring the taste and drinking his fill, push the lifeless body out of the window. He owed it to Ken's family to make it look like it really was a suicide. And wasn't it, anyway? Yes. He'd done what was right.
Nobody could accuse Ibu Shinji of not loving his fans.
((Spardielove I'm sure I've left something off 'cause I have LOST my reference page on Malkies... So clearly the part about powers isn't complete. Help? ;;)) |
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| Friend add (without being freakishly long this time) |
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| 07:05pm 04/02/2006 |
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Er. Yeah. Sorry if you saw the first one; I had copy/pasted the list twice without realizing it. Er, anyway.
Go here and copy/paste what's behind the cut.
( Friending made easy.Collapse )
Yeah, done since it was easier than going around adding everyone individually, thought I'd share since I had it typed up already. Please let me know if I messed up in any way, shape or form. *facepalm* |
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| 06:12am 04/02/2006 |
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Your Name: Aka
Your journal: Esrafil
Your AIM SN: kyoki1012
Character Name: Yagyuu Hiroshi
Character Journal: (When accepted, naturally.)
Race: Hunter
Sub-race: Judge
Powers: Edge (Judge) - Discern, Burden; (Avenger) - Cleave; (Defense) - Alarm.
Skills: Intelligence, close and long range combat, adaptability/acting.
Background:
The first decade of Yagyuu’s life was largely unremarkable; he was a precocious child, seemingly able to master anything he set his mind to, a trait which would carry throughout his life. His family life was comfortable, though by no means tightly knit. Yagyuu developed as a rather solitary creature, having a large pool of acquaintances, though few he would consider friends -- there weren’t many who could hold his interest long enough to seem to be worth getting to know better.
His Imbuing occurred on the eve of his tenth birthday, the details blurred with time, the aftermath more important anyway. At first he began noticing that not all seemed quite as it did before, his knowledge of the supernatural and his own abilities a gradual accumulation. He was not stupid enough to rush brazenly headlong into the face of danger, nor was he content to merely sit on the sidelines and watch. Instead he devoted his time to learning what he could, pushing the limits of what he was able to do over the years.
Few people see Yagyuu’s true nature. Refined and polished manners conceal a cold, ruthless efficiency. As a Hunter he feels no particular compassion for either side, human or supernatural. Usually he tends to go for whatever seems the biggest threat to the stability of the world at large, rather than out of any real want to protect people. Plus he is addicted to danger. He is dedicated in his own way, though to who or what exactly, only he knows.
At twenty-five, he works as private investigator of sorts in Tokyo, currently employed by the Japanese government.
RP sample:
A jolt in the back of Yagyuu’s mind drew his attention away from the case files that lay open before him. Adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he rose from his desk, even strides taking him across the room to the window. He pushed thick curtains aside to peer into the deepened shadows, the darkness seeming to press in upon the fluorescent illumination of the street lamps. The movement he was looking for caught his eye, and in one swift motion he was on his way. |
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| 04:27pm 31/01/2006 |
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Your Name: Pix
Your journal: pixxers
Your AIM SN: pixxers
Character Name: Atobe Keigo
Character Journal: Invictus_Prince
Race: Vampire
Sub-race: Invictus
Powers: Dominate {command}, Animalism – the fox is his animal to call and he calls as often as he can, Resiliance - He's tough and always, always comes back from a defeat. Atobe’s primary powers lie in persuasion. He can bend a person’s mind to his will and command others to do his bidding by suggestion alone.
Skills: Atobe is affluent, well-spoken, possesses the highest status in the social circles that he travels. A prince among men and the undead, he expects no less than absolute loyalty and compliance from everyone with whom he interacts and does business with. While he maintains controlling interest in the Keigo Group, he now has a legion of minions who do his dirty work for him and is able to carry on his nocturnal habits as he sees fit. Those who do not know what he truly is consider him eccentric and don’t reflect much on the habits of the man who signs their paychecks.
Background: Atobe is an incredibly social creature. His parties are not merely get-togethers, they are affairs. Atobe is determined, arrogant, and ambitious – he is convinced that no other kindred is capable of keeping order and ensuring the absolute control that he can. He believes that someone must assume leadership and rule the city – and he believes that someone is him. He has been silent, for the most part, having spent the past few years observing how the city’s being kept and who is doing the keeping. He’s deduced that Yukimura Seiichi is the closest thing there is to a Master of the city. Atobe intends to relieve him of his folly at the most opportune moment.
Atobe’s lineage is long and impressive, but he is by no means simply pampered nobility. Perhaps the most entertaining, and scandalous, period of his unlife was the time he spent in Edo – performing in the Kabuki Theatre. Atobe has all manner of experience and he attributes his abilities to freedom he would not have been privy to had he not been made a vampire. He remembers his embrace fondly, just as he will always remember Tamiko fondly:
At the age of 22, his parents began to pressure him to take a wife. Their insistence was such that they threatened him with disinheritance if he did not settle down and do what was expected of him.
While Atobe enjoyed a beautiful woman as much as the next man, he did not appreciate being dictated to – both as an adult and one of the most sought after party guests, dining companions, etc. of his age – by anyone. Several weeks after the worst argument he’d had to date with his parents, Atobe attended a lavish, iniquitous party at the country estate of an acquaintance and it was there that he met Tamiko. Beautiful, wordly – perfect in Atobe’s estimation.
Tamiko’s only flaw is that she happened to be one of the undead. She and Atobe spent nights, weeks learning about one another and, when she finally revealed her secret to Atobe, his response was not at all what she expected.
Atobe was young, rich, beautiful. He saw no reason to ruin it all with age and dying. He asked to receive the dark gift – Tamiko did not consider a refusal.
Since that time, Atobe has been slowly and surely building his empire and honing his skills. He is ready to make his move – and he intends nothing less than success.
RP Sample: Lounging by the fire, shades drawn tight, Atobe tried not to focus too intently on the flames that danced before him. Throwing shadows on the wall and heating the room to nearly unbearable temperatures, he didn’t like to think of his own demise lying so near to him, even as carefully contained as the flames were. Such heat, such power, could mar his beauty beyond repair – and only the fact that he controlled it was enough to allow him some enjoyment. Without glancing away, he lifted a hand to distract, to signal to his servant.
“Jiroh. Come and sit with me; you are far too prickly tonight.”
Uncurling himself from his spot on the sofa, the kitsune heaved a silent sigh and padded over to his master’s side. Still in his sambuhenge form – something he knew displeased Atobe no end – Jiroh flopped down beside Atobe’s chair and leaned his head against the vampire’s knee. Smiling faintly, Atobe rubbed the tip of Jiroh’s ear, seductive, playful, and caused the fox to yip when he pierced the skin with the tip of one fingernail. “Always testing your limits, little fox.”
Feeling magnanimous, he swiped the blood away with the pad of his thumb and brought it to his lips to taste. “You had a job to do, Jiroh-chan. Did you succeed?”
Jiroh was silent, tail lashing against his own back as he considered his answer. “I can’t get close to him, Master. He’ll sense me immediately.”
Atobe dropped his hand, fingering the boy’s whiskers for a moment before threading fingers in the soft, russet hair. “You’ll need assistance, I’m afraid. Perhaps I should call on one of the others to assist you, hm?”
Glancing up, yellow eyes slitted and apprehensive, Jiroh shook his head. “Please, Master. Give me another chance. I’ve made some contacts, I can do this.”
Atobe rolled his eyes, standing slowly and nudging the kitsune out of his way. He stepped over the smaller creature, moved to push aside the heavy damask curtain to peer out into the dark streets below. “One would certainly hope you’ve made contacts. Sitting in that hovel all day long, playing on the computer and picking up men.”
Jiroh was silent, though he stood, just watching Atobe Keigo survey the city – his city, as he liked to call it – knowing that whatever order his Master would deliver would be unpleasant. “Ah, well. It matters not, I suppose. Visit the shadowlands – obtain whatever information you can.”
“But...Master…they will not speak of you there – if I mention your name to the wrong person, it might mean death.”
“It will mean death, anyway, Jiroh. Which is why I suggested assistance. I can’t entrust this task to anyone else.”
Jiroh withdrew a small, origami sparrow and folded the wings up, eyeing Atobe. He held the paper bird in the palm of his hand and let the heat from his skin warm his creation. “Very well. Master.”
The kitsune spit into the palm of his hand as Atobe turned away, parting the curtains and opening the window. He did not look outside again – even when Jiroh flew out into the night with a rustle of feathers.
Taking his seat by the fire again, Atobe realized that the one thing he missed the most about his mortal life was the feel of the elements against his skin. He didn’t feel wind, he didn’t feel rain – he didn’t feel anything. And though his companion had gone to do his bidding – Atobe felt no satisfaction from it. There was still far too much to be done yet. |
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| 09:34pm 30/01/2006 |
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Your Name: Tracey
Your journal: HanaYume
Your AIM SN: BendySexToy
Character Name: Marui Bunta
Character Journal: (When accepted, naturally.) Working on it
Race: Faerie
Sub-race: (Type of Vamp, Mage, Faerie, etc.) Pixie
Powers: (Supernatural talents.) Primal, Soothsay, and Wayfare
Skills: Plays flute, intuitive, reads fast, good with plants, has lots of energy
Background: Marui was raised in a relatively small family. It wasn't a bad family to be raised in but Marui wasn't exactly a normal child. He was special and full of creativity. Marui's parents knew something was wrong with their child and with that they took time to protect him locking him in the house and only letting him out to school and back.
The boy discovered more about himself and was able to quickly learn how to turn into his miniature form flying out of the house with his tiny wings and staying hidden from his family. The times he got out Marui spent his time searching the land his family lived on and the close area around it. It was that time he met a musician that taught him how to play the flute and Marui stayed around her giving the girl inspiration for songs and other dreams the girl had. After she went off to work on her dreams Marui stayed in his home deciding maybe his parents were right and he shouldn't leave.
When Marui turned 20 he decided that it was time to leave. His curiosity about more of the world was driving at him and he needed to know more. Marui needed to see what was out there. Marui while finding out that there was more creatures that were like him and not normal at all tended to keep to himself not ready to reach out and mean the other creatures like himself. Marui's life revolves around music and his own curiosity. Marui can be found at any type of concerts and even clubs were music and dance reign.
Rp sample: The curious red head moved down the street when he heard the strands of music. Music could always lure him anywhere and the strands of music he was hearing now had a lot of potential to become something so much more. With a quick glance around and seeing no one Marui turned into his second form a small one foot pixie, wings fluttering quickly as the small creature flew closer to the music. Marui didn't want to be seen but Marui did want to hear and inspire the person playing. He flew faster and when he saw the teenage boy playing the keyboards inside a room Marui flew into the open window and sat down on the desk wings fluttering softly, listening and watching. Marui closed his gleaming violet eyes just letting his mind wander and letting the teenage boy be inspired. |
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| Shishido Ryou - Application |
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| 05:34pm 30/01/2006 |
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Your Name: Alyssa (A-chan)
Your journal: vv_hyperion_vv
Your AIM SN: KingOfHyotei
Character Name: Shishido Ryou
Character Journal:
Race: Faerie
Sub-race: Pixie
Powers: Wayfare, Legerdemain, and Primal.
Skills: Professional track runner, Billiards, Singing, Caring for children.
Background: Shishido is a young Pixie, born into a good family. Not all to high ranking, he still managed to get by and live a nice life. Upon turning 23, however, he chose to leave his family in hopes of seeing more of Japan than just his small hometown.
With haste, he found himself moving to the city of Tokyo. He found that there was something about the large city that just drew him nearer. He couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but he knew that it was going to be a pretty good life, there.
At first he was able to keep himself housed in Tokyo because he found a job at a nice day care for small children, quickly becoming a valuable employee due to how well he dealt with the small children. He could handle anything, from their fits to any ailments that plagued them, calming them efficiently and quickly. All children there grew so fond of him, that they started calling him niisan, and he would respond all too happily.
On an outing with the day care's children to a park nearby, he had, on a whim, decided to teach them a song, lyrics smooth, sweet, and gentle. His mother had sang it to him long ago, and he wanted to share it with the children he had grown attached to. While doing so, he was approached by a scout, of sorts, that had wanted him to be a paid singer at his night club every Friday night. Upon hearing the sum of money he would recieve, Shishido all too happily agreed. He enjoyed singing, and being able to sing for money would be fun!
Up to this point in his life, he had also been competing in all running competitions he could find. He was a gifted sprinter, and soon found himself winning competition after competition. Not too long after winning his fourth competition in a row, he found himself being cordially invited to more prestigious competitions, with more experienced runners, and much more worth while prizes. He couldn't refuse a single one, and has begun his winning streak there as well. Through out all of this, still managing to keep his job at the day care.
RP sampe: He couldn't hold back a triumphant smirk as he quickly sprinted ahead of all others, the race had just started short moments before, and he was going to win without a doubt. Nobody had really been able to match him in speed since he chose to start competing in races like this one. Nobody had beaten him before that, either, if he recalled correctly. Even in the news it had been stated that Shishido Ryou was unbeatable. Okay, so maybe not those exact words, but something that certainly had implied that.
They wouldn't have been far off, even had they used those words. They would have been spot on, actually. Nobody had beaten him, and for all he knew, nobody ever would. He didn't even have to use the powers he had learned as he grew, either, he was simply a natural born runner. Just as he was also a natural born Pixie. Not a soul he knew of truly knew what he was, not even his family. He had to attempt to seem as a normal person would, around them. He wanted to meet another Pixie, or even another Fae, at all, but he just couldn't seem to find them. It was somewhat dissappointing, but he found that as long as he had the children at the day care, he could deal with being mostly alone.
A slight tug across his middle snapped him from his thoughts, his brain telling him to stop running, seeing as he had won the race. That was certainly fast, and he wasn't really even winded. Slowing his pace down to a walk, before stopping, he took a moment to turn around, watching the other runners that were a good five meters behind him. They certainly weren't bad, but they still had a while to go before they could even hope to run equally with him. |
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| Kisarazu Atsushi Application |
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| 07:02pm 29/01/2006 |
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Your Name: Alyssa (A-chan)
Your journal: vv_hyperion_vv
Your AIM SN: KingOfHyotei
Character Name: Kisarazu Atsushi
Character Journal: tsushitrickster
Race: Were-Creature
Sub-race: Kitsune
Powers: Illusions, Breathe/create fire, & Suggestion (I love getting clarification.).
Skills: Sprinting long distances, Some basic martial arts training, Quick reflexes, Playing tricks, Artistic, Detailed in art and description.
Background: Fifty years is a short time for most Kitsune to remain as foxes, though Atsushi was able to make the human transformation at that young age. Unwilling to take the transformation as most others he had seen, he chose the form of a lovely young boy. He entered Tokyo, chosing to integrate himself into the lives of humans sooner, rather than later. Quickly using suggestion on one of those in high places to create himself an identity. After all, who would accept someone who seemed to have no past? In the midst of his suggestion, his physical body falls limp and motionless, seeming to fall into a deep sleep or coma, so often he is requred to either weave an illusion to hide himself, or entrust the care of his body to another in his pack. Due to his inability to protect his body in this state, he has had to remain in Tokyo, in close contact of his pack.
RP sampe: Smooth sigh passing through parted lips as the fair skinned dark haired teen rested himself back softly in a bench at the park. Red track jacket zipped up tight, bottom settled down over the tops of deep brown running pants. It was too chill outside for him to just go running in his running shorts and tank top as he usually would, but it wasn't cold enough to keep him in one of the local gyms for his exercize.
Arms hooked back over the rest behind him, he let his tired muscles relax. It wouldn't be too long before he would be up and on his way home, but what was the fun in that? There were still a few hours of daylight left, and he was feeling playful. Dark eyes scanning the park, he found himself looking for either young children, or dating teens. They were always such fun to show his illusions to. And this kitsune certainly didn't pass up fun when it could be had.
Expression hardly changing other than a slight quirk of his lips, he found his gaze focusing on a small group of children, being watched closely by vigilant parents. A challenge, even. He just loved it. The father, he assumed, looked to be a touch guy, scowling constantly as he watched those who passed the children by. A challenge indeed. Now, to figure out the perfect illusion.
He let his sharp yet soft eyes close in thought, his mind swimming with thoughts upon thoughts of many different illusions he could weave at the moment. Sifting through thoughts, there were a good few that he found worthy of his skills, those select few becoming life like images within the confines of his mind. 'Ahh yes...' he thought, as he picked out a particular image that seemed to fit the atmosphere perfectly, 'That will do nicely...' A faint smirk worked it's way upon his lips as he set to work his illusion, smirk widening as he heard a shrill scream from the group of children, that mustn't have been beyone eight years of age, and an outraged howl from the father. 'Oh yes... Just as I had hoped.' his thoughts sounded once again, his eyes drifting open to watch the spectacle as any other onlookers would. |
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| 05:56pm 29/01/2006 |
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Small hiatus peeps.
My computer is being a bitch and won't go online at all. So I'm having to reinstall windows. It maybe a few days before I get back online. I'll try to sneak on every so often on my roomie's laptop, but people may have to save things for me if we do do anything as I can't save on the laptop.
See you all when I get back! |
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| 10:25pm 22/01/2006 |
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Your Name: Star Lin
Your journal:Star_Lin
Your AIM SN: Starlin23
Character Name: Kawamura Takashi
Character Journal: Will make one once accepted
Race: Hunter
Sub-race: Redeemer
Virute-Creed: Understand - Mercy
Powers: Edges - (Warding) Blaze, Insinuate, (Avenger) Katana
Skills: Some combative ablity, mostly from Karate classes when younger
Background: (Let me know if anything needs to be changed in this)
Kawamura Takashi was 15 when he had his Imbuing. It was a fellow student who was a Tengu. The two had become close friend until their last year of High school, when the other moved to another town. He also began to come into contact with other Hunters but he did not agree with many of the Hunters in the area about killing the Weres without them doing anything wrong. He would only join a Hunt if it was shown that the Were or the Vampire they were after had indeed attacked and killed a human or another creature of the night.
There was also another reason that he didn't hunt as much as any of the others in the area. Those that knew him before a hunt would start would say he was a shy young man but when he held a Katana in his hands, he changed. The shy young man was gone, replaced by someone of extreme confidence. A very few Hunters said that with Takashi being a kind person, this new personality came about with having to deal with the fact that he may have to kill.
When he became 22, Takashi's father passed away, leaving their small Sushi shop in his care. It was also this time that he made the shop into a safe house of sorts. Anyone that wished to come into his shop: be it that they are either Hunter, Were, Vampire, or Fae. He will not tolerate any Hunter that would try attacking any of his supernatural customers and vice verse for the supernatural attacking any Hunter.
RP sample:
Takashi finished up the last of the tables, running an arm across his forehead to get rid of the small amount of sweat that had form there. Business had been good today, with a couple of Hunters appearing to pass on about some strange incidents that were happening around the area. It was worrying to him through he didn't show it to the customers that had been in the shop at the time.
Folding the towel, Takashi took a last look over the Sushi Restaurant, making sure that everything was in order. Going over to the door, he paused in setting the lock, sliding it open to look out at the darken street before the shop. It was quiet beyond the pool of light that spilled out of the open doorway. Takashi couldn't help but notice the stillness and quiet in the darkness. This seems to fit that saying from those American movies. 'It's quiet, maybe too quiet.' |
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| Momoshiro Takeshi - Application |
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| 09:09pm 17/01/2006 |
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My Name: Whitney
My Journal: iverin
My AIM SN: LadyIverin, alsosprachtuti
Character Name: Momoshiro Takeshi
Character Journal: dangan_hunter
Race: Human, Hunter
Sub: Redeemer
Powers: Edges—(Redeemer) Bluster, Insinuate, Respire, (Avenger) Cleave
Skills: Overwhelming loudness?; strong will, athletic ability, situationally analytical mind (attuned to subtle shifts in natural surroundings)
Background:
Age: 20
Occupation: Bicycle courier
Bio:
Momoshiro Takeshi was raised in a traditional Japanese household, has two younger siblings (who he is very protective of), and loves sports. He is, by all accounts, a good and normal son, a healthy young adult. What most people don’t know is that Momoshiro moonlights (pun horribly intended) as a Hunter.
His experience with the supernatural began at age 13. He was heading home from sports practice when he got the distinct and discomforting feeling of being followed. When he stopped and looked back from his bicycle, he saw a man who was not old but not young, not ugly but not beautiful. The man stood casually enough, and Momo assumed he was imagining things… But as he continued homeward, he noticed that the man somehow kept up with his bicycle on foot and what’s more, was getting closer. About a block from home, he was overtaken. What happened next, he can’t precisely remember. All he does know for certain is that he couldn’t bear the thought of something like this injuring him or his family. It seemed as though he blinked, and it was over.
After that incident, his powers were mostly unused until recently. Things have changed now that he’s a working man, and there’s more violence, more people. More monsters in his life. What was once the rare occasion to defend has become a weekly—if not daily—struggle to maintain balance and life. He has rediscovered his talents, and has found that he uses them more often than he’d like. Still, his family and friends are safe, and that’s what matters to him.
Momoshiro Takeshi doesn’t hate supernaturals, per se. He simply deals with them when they need to be dealt with. Generally speaking, he prescribes to a philosophy of leaving well enough alone, until he’s provoked. The more violent races, he will sometimes attack on sight; otherwise, he prefers to leave monsters to their own devices. Some people attribute his unusual ideas about monsters to laziness, or even apathy; truth is, he just doesn’t know quite what to think until he thinks it. Part of him seeks to understand the monsters before doing anything. He reacts quite drastically when he decides to, but it is often more of a breaking point than a build-up. When need arises, he is a formidable opponent who utilizes a keen sense of his surroundings and an overwhelming amount of physical power to subdue opponents.
Sample:
It had been a long day. A really, really long day. Momoshiro had been up at 6 AM to make a huge round of deliveries, had gone all the way across town and back, and for what? The thankless life of a courier. Ah, the glamour. It was days like this that made him regret not carrying on with schooling; but the life of a Hunter demanded longer hours than he could give if he were in university. In his mind he joked, with some satisfaction, that it also eliminated most of the cheesy double-life cliché. After all, there really was no glamour or glitz to being a courier: just long hours, tired legs, and some pocket change.
Pocket change was the reason Momo was working after sundown, too. It was an important package—legal documents—and it had somehow been forgotten in an outbox. Momoshiro volunteered, like he always did at night, to take the package back to the other side of town before the court case opened the next day. There was no need to put anyone else in danger, especially when he was so capable of defending himself. Most nights, he would run into a few monsters, nothing terribly offensive; usually they would have a chat and be on their way, if they approached him at all. However, tonight… Well, Momoshiro had a bad feeling about tonight.
There was a dark alleyway… Of course. And shadowy figures… as usual. Shadowy figures that approached him… Still normal. But much to his surprise, they didn’t stop. Well. Hmm.
“I really don’t want to fight you guys,” he said as he hopped off of his bicycle. He wheeled it over to a wall and nudged down the kickstand. Patting it gently, he turned to the encroaching figures and smiled. “Ten minutes, max. I’ve got work to do.”
It had been a really, really long day. |
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| 01:31am 15/01/2006 |
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For the new Event I'll need some of you, my darklings, to play NPC Quei Jin! Interested? Drop a few quick lines about yours, but don't get too attached. They are NPCs and may just die at any moment. ~.^
As far as undead go, Quei Jin are interesting. They can control Chi and feed on it by draining human breath. Chi gives them all sorts of Crouching Tiger, Hero, Flying Daggers moves. As well as things like bone and flesh transformation and the ability to turn into Oni and other Demons. They heal as fast as Vampires do too, and can stand the sunlight for good periods of time if they have to.
Their downside is that they can't make more Quei Jin, they just kind of come back to life after clawing their way up from hell and back into a body to fulfill a goal, or follow a dharma, or avenge their murder. Things like that.
They also want to take Japan back from the western supernaturals. Badly. And will do almost anything to get it back. A little over a dozen have moved back into Japan under cover of the Chih Mei attack. They'll probably be trying to take Key points in the city. Diet building, Tokyo city hall, they'll infiltrate blood clubs and try to take out the big names, including the major Vampire, Were and Fae leader s in the city.
Anyone with future sight may see the attack coming. It will be fast and surprising, though. Feel free to RP like there's no tomorrow on this one! <3 |
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| Tachibana An ~ application |
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| 01:40am 13/01/2006 |
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My Name: Hwen
My Journal: shy_hinata
My AIM SN: seigaku oishi
Character Name: Tachibana An
Character Journal: I'll come up with one if I'm accepted ^_^
Race: Human? Ghoul? (I don't know how this is supposed to work ^_^; sorry!)
Powers: to be determined/decided/revealed >D
Background: The younger sister of Tachibana Kippei, she was always a cheerful, caring, and popular girl growing up. A tight knit family, the two siblings were very close, leaning on each other in times of trouble. But nothing they knew could prepare them for what was to happen. The idylic life they lead was shattered when An was only 12. An began having what she thought were dreams about an eerily beautiful man who would come to her bedside in the middle of the night. Not knowing what they were about, she was too embarassed to bring it up with her family. That fateful night, she would regret her discretion. Her parents were brutally killed, and An found herself Blood Bound to their killer - Yukimura Seiichi.
Now 20, An has matured into a stunning young woman. With fiery red hair to match her personality, she draws attention to her wherever she goes. Well educated and with a sharp mind, An works during the day as an executive in a major bank. This however is only something for her to pass the time. For her, the only goal in life that matters is Yukimura's happiness, and will dare anything in order to attain it.
Sample RP
An schooled her facial expressions. It would not do for her to look bored or distracted during this board meeting. Thankfully, the bank was doing well thanks to some of An's bolder decisions and there was little to complain about. Keeping a business-like smile on her face, she faked her attention as her mind drifted to somewhere far from where she was. Seiichi.... An could easily picture his sparkling eyes and soft smile, the raven locks that felt so sleek and smooth when gliding through her fingers. Oh what she wouldn't give to be with him at this moment. Tapping her pen thoughtfully against her bottom lip, An wondered what they would be doing tonight.
Hmm...it looked like the meeting was wrapping up. An cleared her throat politely before standing to address the room. "Thank you all for your comments and input. This has been a valuable meeting. Please travel safely, and we will meet again next quarter." The others all rose and everyone shook hands. An could not leave fast enough. Seiichi....I'm coming home... |
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| Fuji Yuuta~ |
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| 09:46pm 11/01/2006 |
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My Name: Tenten
My Journal: tenshiforgotten
My AIM SN: tenshiforgotten OR yuuta the wolf
Character Name: Fuji Yuuta
Character Journal: Erm.... >>; I haven't been accepted! :3
Race: Mage
Cabel/Coven: None
Powers: Life & Spirit
Skills: Baking Sweet Things, Video Games (Fighting, Shooting), Acting
Background:
I'm having so many problems coming up with this. *needs to talk to Fuji-mun more before making anything concrete* However, at the moment, I think this is what might be going on, sort of, at the moment:
Though Yuuta isn't a member of a coven, he's known of magic for a very long time due to his older brother- who just happens to be a pooka of sorts. Not entirely sure when his real "awakening" occurred, Yuuta has never really had a sudden spurt of magical energy. It's all come to him very gradually- very slowly. Not exactly a great help to his inferiority complex.
RP Sample:
The sun was bright- too bright, actually, Yuuta thought as he winced from the sudden light that met his eyes as he walked out of the small apartment. Pausing for a moment, he took a step backwards and locked the door- not that it would help much if someone decided they really wanted to get in. He glanced at his watch and swore as he took off at a run. Crap, If he missed the bus he was going to be late. The stop wasn't that far from home, but as he rounded the corner he could see it slowing down and coming to a stop next to the bench he'd usually be sitting on by now. If he ran a bit quicker, he'd make it. Taking his own advice to heart, Yuuta practically flew -that would be cool, if he could actually do it- towards the bus, barely gripping the doors to stop them from closing and jumping up and on.
He grinned and said, "hey," to the bus driver who simply smiled back at him. Hikichi-chan let him get away with too much sometimes. Settling in a seat halfway back, Yuuta put on his headphones and closed his eyes, listening to the familiar music flow.
Notes: If I'm accepted, then some of this will probably be fit to change if and when I figure out what to change about the background. Sorry for the trouble. ^^; I could have waited until I contacted Fuji-mun to post this, but I didn't want anyone coming in and snatching away my chances at Yuuta! :3 |
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