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| it's all greek to me; keahi and the new group | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 4 2012, 05:32 AM (692 Views) | |
| SAMAEL AMMON EADRIC | Dec 4 2012, 05:32 AM Post #1 |
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HADES - KING OF THE UNDERWORLD
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| <center><div style="width:text-align:center; font-size:63px; letter-spacing:-7px; line-height:85%; color:#6e6763; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia;">i am the only son</div><div style="width:363px; text-align:justify; font-size:8px; font-family:courier new; line-height:91%; color:black; text-transform:uppercase; padding-bottom:3px; ">I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide. Align my heart, my body, my mind To face what I've done and do my time. Well you are my accuser, now look in my face. Your opression reeks of your greed and disgrace. So one man has and another has not; How can you love what it is you have got When you took it all from the weak hands of the poor? Liars and thieves, you know not what is in store-- There will come a time I will look in your eye. you will pray to the God that you always denied. Then I'll go out back and I'll get my gun-- I'll say: <font style="font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1.2px;"> YOU HAVEN'T MET ME;</font></div><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0""><tr><td valign="top"><div style="width:160px; height:185px;"><img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Connor%20Finnigan/samsigonepsd.png"></div><div style="width:1px; height:3px;"></div><div style="width:160px; height:62px; background-color:black;"></div></td><td valign="top"><div style="width:3px; height:250px;"></div></td><td valign="top"><div style="width:200px; height:250px;"><img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Connor%20Finnigan/samsigtwopsd.png"></div></td></tr></table></div></center> | |
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| KEAHI NANI AHI'AIHONUS | Jan 21 2013, 06:50 AM Post #2 |
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PELE - GODDESS OF FIRE
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[dohtml]<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Yanone+Kaffeesatz:200' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><center><div style="width:460px; padding-top:15px; padding-bottom:15px; background-color:#802E4C;"><div style="width:430px; padding-top:15px; padding-bottom:15px; background-color:white; border:3px solid #5E293D;"><img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2rrwh9z.jpg" width="400px"><br><br> <div style="padding-top:3px; padding-bottom:3px; width:400px; background-color:#5E293D;"><div style="padding-top:20px; padding-bottom:20px; width:394px; background-color:#802E4C;"><font style="color:white; font-family:yanone kaffeesatz; font-size:15; letter-spacing:6px; text-transform:uppercase;">relax my beloved</font></div></div> <div style="padding-top:15px; padding-bottom:15px; width:370px; font-family:tahoma; font-size:10; color:#111; text-align:justify; line-height:97%;"> It was usually pretty cold wherever they happened to be squatting at the moment. While it was true, Zachary could normally score them some nice digs, more often than naught they were stuck in some condemned piece of shit building in the inner city somewhere. Siyana was best at tracking down a safe spot and the others all had their talents in fortifying it, with Van and Alexis acting as guard dogs in order to ensure no one came in that shouldn’t be coming in. Keahi liked having Van close by. Not out of any sort of affection but simply because she saw how whacked out the boy could get. Not to mention, his nature, sans abilities, was worrisome. She’s grown used to it over time but, as it was, wanted him where she could watch him. <p>They had been hunkering down for the night, various kids finding a soft spot of concrete to snuggle up to. Zack would go out tomorrow and acquire some sort of better living space but everyone was too tired from the trek to find anything. Keahi had has a funny feeling, a nagging sense in the back of her mind that they needed to keep moving. It wasn’t until Siyana had pointed out that everyone was dead on their feet that Keahi reluctantly agreed that, yes, perhaps it was a good idea to stop and relax. Pussies. <p>Nevertheless, she couldn’t sleep. She leaned against a pillar and watched. There was nothing to watch in particular, she just watched, her eyes trying to adjust to the inky blackness. There was a low sort of rumble in the distance. She wouldn’t have thought anything of it except that there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and her group was quiet. She cupped of her hands, a small flame spinning to life from its center. The rumbling was getting louder. <p>“The fuck…?” She narrowed her eyes. She would have quickly shifted to a bloodhound to get a better sense of it but a giant poisonous spine would have impaled her. She narrowly missed it, instinct turning her to fire, the spine passing straight through her, any poison burning off in the intensity of the flame. “Woah!” <p>She immediately switched into Hawaiian. All the kids in her group knew it. It wasn’t a widely know language and thus it proved perfect for a ‘secret language’ when the ohana needed to talk to each other about ohana things. “Ohana, ala! Po’ipu ana I keia manawa!” Simply put, ‘everyone wake up, attack formation now.’ They were used to running drills with her. She always ensured they were ready for a scrap at the drop of a hat. They had several formations – escape, con, stealth, etc. – with attack being the least used though the most practiced. Everyone knew their role but… how often were they attacked by anything? <p>Save for now. <p>It looked like a giant cat. Sort of. It was blood red, darker than a tiger and much bigger. Sharp, jagged shark-teeth seemed to burst from it’s jaw… the jaw of a human head? A friggin’ human head?! Two wings flapped from it’s back and a scorpion-like tail flicked forth a few more spikes. Keahi turned to flame again at another spine shot her way. It was close this time. Too close. <p>In rapid Hawaiian, Keahi started barking out orders. “Van, Berserker. Zach, turn on the luck, come around the back.” Keahi herself was entirely engulfed in flame, putting herself dead center, keeping it attention the best she could. She was hovering now, her eyes locking with the beast’s. She continued shouting orders and everything fell into place. <p>Almost everything. There was a sudden gust of cold air, a bolt of energy and someone saying, “I’m here to help.” She whirled on him, about to scream, “Who the fuck are you?!” but was cut off when another barb was short her way. It disintegrated as a jet of fire caught it midair. <p>“Uh… great. Help out best you can then.” She wasn’t about to question possible free help. </div> <div style="padding-top:3px; padding-bottom:3px; width:400px; background-color:#5E293D;"><div style="padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:10px; width:394px; background-color:#802E4C;"><font style="color:white; font-family:yanone kaffeesatz; font-size:10; letter-spacing:3px; text-transform:uppercase;"> Clothes, Notes: ‘Sup</font></div></div></div></div> <div style="width:460px; text-align:right;"><a href="http://z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=20184"><font style="font-family:tahoma; font-size:7;">THANKS BROOKLYN</font></a></div></center>[/dohtml] |
| <center><div style="font: 35px georgia; color: CC1100; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 80%; letter-spacing: 0px; position: relative; center: 11px; word-spacing: 10px">keahi ahi'aihonus</div><div style="width: 305px; font: 8px orator std; color: FF2400; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 6px">Well check me out i'm like a firecracker can't touch me live on the edge of reality well I'm dreaming now so call me a liar walking on the edge of the circle of fire About our dreams and broken hearts And all the times that they tear us apart I watch the people as they gather around I take them up and I take them down</div><div style="width: 345px; height: 7px background-color: #fff; border-bottom: dashed 1px; color: #FF2400;"></div><div style="width: 345px; height: 3px; background-color: B0171F;"></div><div style="width: 345px; height: 255px; margin-top: 5px"><div style="float: left;"><div style="border-bottom: 23px solid #E3170D; width: 170px; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 5px"><img src=http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Banners/keahionepsd_zps684bd386.png></div></div><div style="float: right;"><div style="border-bottom: 23px solid #000000; width: 170px; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 5px"><img src=http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Banners/keahitwopsd_zpsbed291f8.png></div></div></div></center> | |
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| RAMIEL VANADA AMIR | Jan 22 2013, 02:15 AM Post #3 |
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INDRA - GOD OF WAR
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He had grown used to this habit living on the streets in Tel Aviv. When you run away from Mossad, it doesn’t go unnoticed. When you kill an agent by accident, you die. Van was quite used to being on the move and quite frankly preferred it this way. The fact that Keahi happened to find him and join the rag tag of misfit toys was what some would think was the fates’ hands. The boy didn’t place much faith there, the whole “everything happened for a reason” or destiny, it was complete horse shit. You make your own way, everything that had since happened to Van was him cleaning up his mess and trying to keep himself collected. Going completely berserk wasn’t an option and something he had no control over he had to stay angry to keep his powers active, but he couldn’t get outrageous. The funny thing was if he remained in some sort of constant anger he wouldn’t have to sleep or rest, he’d stay active and healthy.<p> Van had grown used to the living and hell internally enjoyed the people around him. He prided himself in being number one pain in the ass. He bothered everyone, but then again this was family…ohana, all they had was each other so like it or not they were stuck together. Keahi had been completely clear on that. While Van was always looking for something else just out of habit he was growing comfortable with the thought of an ohana. However, his tendencies still in tact made him have a short leash where Keahi was concerned. That was to be expected, the last time he had a Berserker moment Keahi was the one to stop him. He still didn’t understand how but was fully healed and recovered from any injury he sustained. <p> Though a short leash was required with him Van still provided to be an asset helping guard, protect, and sometimes assisting in the retrieval of some of the most recent members of their ohana. Everyone had their part to play. It was then he was suddenly jolted into reality from his rest, he was taught another language which Keahi spoke to them in certain times. He was immediately up and rushed out of his tent. He wasn’t prepared for what waited for him outside. What the hell was a giant cat doing attac…wait was that a man’s head as the mout…”what the…fuck..”<p> He rushed to where Keahi ordered trying to suppress his fear for anger which would be able to empower him. He was moving fast but not at his peak if he were truly angry. He dodged a few quick attacks, his place was always the same. Distraction and overpower. Since he was a tank his position was always to raid quick and strong. While the others were protected from the distraction or could attack long range. He stayed in close with the best until a swing with a claw and whip of what looked like a scorpion tail sent him sailing back. He felt a sting…as he got back up anger increased and the sting disappeared. Van rushed forward again, sending a punch packed with his increased power which actually knocked it back. <p> He looked to Keahi for extended orders before turning back to the thing with a dark smile. 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| CASSANDRA ADELLE MARSHALL | Jan 27 2013, 09:41 PM Post #4 |
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RESIDENT VILLAIN
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| SAMAEL AMMON EADRIC | Jan 27 2013, 10:10 PM Post #5 |
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HADES - KING OF THE UNDERWORLD
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| <center><div style="width:text-align:center; font-size:63px; letter-spacing:-7px; line-height:85%; color:#6e6763; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia;">i am the only son</div><div style="width:363px; text-align:justify; font-size:8px; font-family:courier new; line-height:91%; color:black; text-transform:uppercase; padding-bottom:3px; ">I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide. Align my heart, my body, my mind To face what I've done and do my time. Well you are my accuser, now look in my face. Your opression reeks of your greed and disgrace. So one man has and another has not; How can you love what it is you have got When you took it all from the weak hands of the poor? Liars and thieves, you know not what is in store-- There will come a time I will look in your eye. you will pray to the God that you always denied. Then I'll go out back and I'll get my gun-- I'll say: <font style="font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1.2px;"> YOU HAVEN'T MET ME;</font></div><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0""><tr><td valign="top"><div style="width:160px; height:185px;"><img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Connor%20Finnigan/samsigonepsd.png"></div><div style="width:1px; height:3px;"></div><div style="width:160px; height:62px; background-color:black;"></div></td><td valign="top"><div style="width:3px; height:250px;"></div></td><td valign="top"><div style="width:200px; height:250px;"><img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Connor%20Finnigan/samsigtwopsd.png"></div></td></tr></table></div></center> | |
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| KEAHI NANI AHI'AIHONUS | Jan 29 2013, 04:03 AM Post #6 |
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PELE - GODDESS OF FIRE
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| <center><div style="font: 35px georgia; color: CC1100; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 80%; letter-spacing: 0px; position: relative; center: 11px; word-spacing: 10px">keahi ahi'aihonus</div><div style="width: 305px; font: 8px orator std; color: FF2400; text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 6px">Well check me out i'm like a firecracker can't touch me live on the edge of reality well I'm dreaming now so call me a liar walking on the edge of the circle of fire About our dreams and broken hearts And all the times that they tear us apart I watch the people as they gather around I take them up and I take them down</div><div style="width: 345px; height: 7px background-color: #fff; border-bottom: dashed 1px; color: #FF2400;"></div><div style="width: 345px; height: 3px; background-color: B0171F;"></div><div style="width: 345px; height: 255px; margin-top: 5px"><div style="float: left;"><div style="border-bottom: 23px solid #E3170D; width: 170px; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 5px"><img src=http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Banners/keahionepsd_zps684bd386.png></div></div><div style="float: right;"><div style="border-bottom: 23px solid #000000; width: 170px; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 5px"><img src=http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Banners/keahitwopsd_zpsbed291f8.png></div></div></div></center> | |
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| BENJAMIN CLARK TAYLOR | Jan 30 2013, 04:44 AM Post #7 |
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LOKI - TRICKSTER GOD
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| RAMIEL VANADA AMIR | Feb 1 2013, 12:12 AM Post #8 |
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INDRA - GOD OF WAR
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Van was more focusing on the...thing? Monster? That was attacking. He made sure to stay in the thick of things do to his power of natural durabliilty against a wide range of damage. Plus the ability to feel less pain then others also came in handy, but that could always end badly if he wasn't careful. Throwing another punch towards the thing attacking his family he quickly threw himself to the left to avoid a claw. Flipping himself back to avoid a projectile Van took a second to look himself over, nothing major then a few cuts. That's when he heard it. It was a beautiful melody that flew through the air. Something made him turn towards it and see a young girl standing there. She deflected the man's power that decided to randomly show up and help them. <p> The man let some sort of energy go from his mind and the girl stumbled back. Keahi was countering by lighting her on fire. Something she had done to him on many an occasion, some he wasn't even aware of. It was a constant fight to not lose control, to not let the Beserker out and destroy everything in sight. His ohana knew all to well the consquences of those actions caused. He hadn't known exactly what was going on or what had happen mostly people were quiet with him after everything was said and done. He couldn't even pry information from Ben as he was getting stiched up by him. That boy had seen him a little too often for his liking but his...gift could not be ignored. He owed his life several times over for him. Something Van did not particuarly enjoy much like Keahi there was a debt that he'd some how have to repay or figure a way out of it, if the time ever came. <p> Suddenly the pitch changed in the melody it seemed like it was getting louder, soon he wasn't able to hear anything Keahi was yelling at him. He couldn't focus on anything, he almost felt like he was being controlled. He was still aware of his surroundings still able to move freely on his own. But if felt like a weight was put on him, it was becoming to hard to stand, his cuts were open and bleeding, his head was pounding. Van suddenly felt exausted, when he realized his anger was gone...the entire base of his power that kept him going. He fell foward as the monster locked on to him. </div></td><td><div style="width:75; height:380; background-color: 101010; overflow: auto; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; text-align: justify; font-family:tahoma; font-size: 10px: color: 727170"> <p> <div style="text-align:center; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:20px; color:9c4848; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; text-transform:lowercase;">status</div> <div style="text-align:center; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; color:adacac; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; text-transform:uppercase;">complete</div><p> <div style="text-align:center; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:20px; color:9c4848; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; text-transform:lowercase;">tagged</div> <div style="text-align:center; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; color:adacac; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; text-transform:uppercase;">da gang</div><p> <div style="text-align:center; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:20px; color:9c4848; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; text-transform:lowercase;">outfit</div> <div style="text-align:center; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; color:adacac; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; text-transform:uppercase;"><a href=>no outfit</a></div><p> <div style="text-align:center; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:20px; color:9c4848; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; text-transform:lowercase;">words</div> <div style="text-align:center; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; color:adacac; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; text-transform:uppercase;">idk</div><p> <div style="text-align:center; font-family:georgia; font-style:italic; font-size:20px; color:9c4848; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; text-transform:lowercase;">notes</div> <div style="text-align:center; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; color:adacac; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; text-transform:uppercase;">wooooo</div><p> </div> </td></table> <div style="text-align:center; font-family:arial; font-style:italic; font-size:10; color:8b8b8a; line-height:130%;">THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.</div> </div></center>[/dohtml] |
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| SAMAEL AMMON EADRIC | Feb 1 2013, 12:49 AM Post #9 |
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HADES - KING OF THE UNDERWORLD
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As of right now she was close to right considering Sam wasn't able to hold out much longer. He was reaching his limits being his astral self. The Asphodel founder tried to think of any number of ways to realign with himself but it would be nothing short of magic to get him where he needed. While nether was the last element and quite frequently found in dark spells he had yet been able to tap into any magical properties of his power. At most nether was a physical force he used to hold himself together in astral projection. But Sonya had researched just what nether was in aspects of the past and looked through Grace's journals that documented their powers. He knew what he was capable of but had yet to show any signs of being able to do any of the broader ranges that nether was suppose to be able to achieve. As a necromancer all of his powers towards the dead had come easiest to him. Grace had told him this would be simple to him given his deity. Hades was King of the Underworld for a reason and having such control over the departed would be the hill, if he truly wanted to know what he was capable of he would have to reach to the peak of where Hades was at. That was going to be the mountain.<p> Samael heard the boy behind him and then felt a touch on his back. Slowly he felt his energy returning to him. He could see the nether coming off all the rumble and pillars he had pulled from the earth. Looks like they had come straight from the source of his power. The earth shook again, almost as if it was the gun to start the race. "Thank you." He said turning back to look at the boy that had healed him. The woman who was the leader was unleashing some deadly flames at the girl that attacked his school. She appeared to be on fire screaming in pain..but it slowly turned into her laughing. She extinguished most of the flames but you could see they did have an effect and she did not look thrilled at the realization. "I've got some ideas but I'm limited, I'm not actually here I'm looking for some associates of mine." While his astral projection was still a physical being, Sam had dirt on his skin even some small cuts, it was still just that. He let the nether around him release a small amount to prove his point. It caused his image to flicker, like an old tv. "I've met her before she seriou..." Before he could finish Sam heard a change in the melody that was haunting the air, then a scream, and the girl now transformed back into her "normal" self had lunged towards him knocking him down. <p> The Asphodel Founder was and will always be a business man. He wasn't good at fighting at all. While his powers were great and was what put him on the map with his founders. Physical combat was more Luthor's gig. But he was able to restrain the woman's hands from attacking him there was some sort of power around them it burned through some of his suit. Sam fumbled trying to keep her off him, she had geared the attention of the others towards a boy and her monster now back in full attack mode after being pinned back by the woman's children soldiers. "You'll never save them." She said her face inches from his own. Sam moved his elbow up blocking her left hand's attack and laid his hand over her forehead. She screamed in pain as his mental manipulation targeted her. While he was trying to shut down her brain functions he wasn't able to come to find the switch so to speak. Normally he didn't have to touch to cause this to occur, but it was stronger with touch and he still wasn't able to find a trigger. Was her mind guarded? He wasn't a telepath, that was Jack, he could however briefly read memories of people. It helped if he needed to implant his own version of their memory or persuade them to do other things. He saw Sonya laying unconscious on what appeared to be an operating table. The woman stopped thrashing against him she was for the moment still. Sam picked himself up and knelled beside her placing his other hand on her head. <p> "I've got her...it won't hold long!" He shouted to the woman who could control fire. But it should be enough time for her and her small army to handle the beast attacking. </div> <div style='width: 400px; color: #444444; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; text-align:center; line-height:11px;'><br>tag: keahi words: idk notes: and junk. </div> <div style='width: 400px; color: #444444; link: #444444; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; text-align:center;'><br>credit noname @ caution </div>[/dohtml][/align] |
| <center><div style="width:text-align:center; font-size:63px; letter-spacing:-7px; line-height:85%; color:#6e6763; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia;">i am the only son</div><div style="width:363px; text-align:justify; font-size:8px; font-family:courier new; line-height:91%; color:black; text-transform:uppercase; padding-bottom:3px; ">I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide. Align my heart, my body, my mind To face what I've done and do my time. Well you are my accuser, now look in my face. Your opression reeks of your greed and disgrace. So one man has and another has not; How can you love what it is you have got When you took it all from the weak hands of the poor? Liars and thieves, you know not what is in store-- There will come a time I will look in your eye. you will pray to the God that you always denied. Then I'll go out back and I'll get my gun-- I'll say: <font style="font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1.2px;"> YOU HAVEN'T MET ME;</font></div><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0""><tr><td valign="top"><div style="width:160px; height:185px;"><img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Connor%20Finnigan/samsigonepsd.png"></div><div style="width:1px; height:3px;"></div><div style="width:160px; height:62px; background-color:black;"></div></td><td valign="top"><div style="width:3px; height:250px;"></div></td><td valign="top"><div style="width:200px; height:250px;"><img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Connor%20Finnigan/samsigtwopsd.png"></div></td></tr></table></div></center> | |
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| SIYANA CASIMIRA AL NEJEM | Feb 1 2013, 02:23 PM Post #10 |
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ISIS - GODDESS OF MAGIC
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Open air, lot’s good people, Ben seemed relatively happy and even Keahi had been going easy on them. Well, as easy as Keahi could go. Siya was fairly certain the woman hadn’t had a good fuck in months, but she wasn’t about to say it outright. Unless they got in a fight at some point. Then she’d say it. Anyway, things had been good. As she settled in for bed, her eyes focused an interesting piece of decaying drywall, there was a noise. Like roaring. Roaring? Roaring.<br><br> Are there fucking tigers loose here? In the middle of Kansas?<br><br> Siya was on her feet fast. She was used to being ready to go at the drop of a hat. She’d always been that way even before she’d met the drill sergeant. It was kind of a thing what with the way she grew up. Siya was readying a piece of glass should she need it. She hadn’t used magic in awhile, but she was always prepared should the need arise. Most people thought it was kind of morbid, hanging on to broken glass or razors and such. Unless they could figure out a better way to exsanguinate on the drop of a hat, this was what she had and everyone had to fuckin’ deal. <br><br> Ben never cared though. He just quietly stitched her back up. He always took the utmost care with all his patients, but with her he lingered awhile. Mostly it was because they were talking. Other than their initial meeting, he was one of those rare ones that didn’t anger her that often. Kind and gentle, it was hard to be mad at someone who treated her like a princess. She knew what that meant, she wasn’t stupid, but she didn’t want to act on it. Ever. Not with him. She’d rather act on it with someone stupid she could cast off at the drop of a hat. Maybe Van.<br><br> Ah, Van. The punk was out for himself and only himself. She knew the type. She’d practically grown up with the type, given the boys in the area. Van always strutted about, thinking he was the shit, throwing around sexist comments, though careful to not say them when Keahi was around. Negative reinforcement, in the form of immolation, had taught him better. He had his hilarious moments but generally she and he butt-heads more often than naught. Lots of people didn’t know why Keahi kept him around. Something had happened between those two.<br><br> Siyana’s eyes adjusted in time to see a lion-scorpion-human hybrid with spikes shooting it’s tail shoot it’s first barb at Keahi. And some random guy appear. A well dressed guy and therefore not one of their group. Most of them didn’t have the luxury of wearing nice suits and such and, honestly, she didn’t want that luxury. She’d seen girls at their quincenearas. They looked fucking miserable.<br><br> Siyana tore off her glove with her teeth, readying the piece of glass. Siyana felt the old familiar sting as she one-handedly sliced a sizable gash into her palm. The blood flowed almost immediately. The warm liquid filled her cupped palm and spilled over. She thought the words that came so effortlessly to her mind when she used magic. Words that weren’t spoken anymore. She immediately teleported out of the building to the front lines as Keahi began spouting out orders. Siyana heard plan after plan in Hawaiian – they all knew it – and took her position as first line of defense.<br><br> Then a woman appeared. She mocked all the adults present and the guy in the fancy clothes shot… something… at her, to which she absorbed effortlessly. Then she said something about keeping one of them.<br><br> Oh hell no. Siyana didn’t do well with captivity.<br><br> Telekinetic spell. Blast back. Her mind readied the words and where she was going to push the woman back. Somewhere out there. Far enough that everyone could run. But, her mind instantly changed as Keahi’s fireball did nothing to her. Wonderful. With the weird animal thing still shooting what was essentially a spear at everyone, Siyana focused on that. It came everyone else a chance to focus on the woman.<br><br> Siyana closed her cupped fist. All the blood oozed out of her fingers, onto the dirt, down her wrist. It was going to be a big one. She leveled it squarely at the beast and fired. </div></div></center>[/dohtml] |
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| CARMEN ALICIA OSTENBERG | Feb 2 2013, 08:18 AM Post #11 |
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HATHOR - GODDESS OF LOVE
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[dohtml]<center><div style= "width: 420px; background-color: cccccc; border- border-color: 111111; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-top: 9px; "> <div style= "width: 400px; background-color: dddddd; padding-top: 8px; ">![]() <div style= "width: 375px; background-color: 181818; padding-bottom: 3px; "> </div><div style= "width: 375px; background-color: 272727; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: dddddd"> Please remind me who I really am </div><div style= "width: 375px; background-color: 181818; padding-bottom: 3px; "> </div> <div style= "width: 390px; background-color: dddddd; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 8px;letter-spacing: 2px; color: 272727"> The Words: 586 The Outfit: This The Notes Um...she's pissed?.</div> <br> <div style= "width: 375px; height: 300px; text-align: justify; color: 272727; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 9px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: scroll;"> <br>Jaya Jaya He Mahisasura Mardini, Ramya Kapardini Shaila Suthe.</br> <br>The words continued to be repeated, her lips silently moving with each word and with each sound. It was her mantra; Adya's meditation wasn't complete without it. Those words were just as important as the hymn itself and just as powerful. Very powerful. They were what activated her Spiritual Meditation, what allowed her to remain focused, balanced, and, most importantly, what kept her alive. Adya never took them for granted. Missing a single word could prove to be fatal and with two bullets lodged somewhere in her heart, she couldn't risk that.</br> <br>Who has several families, Who does good to Her family. Who has captivating braided hair, Who is the daughter of a mountain, And who is the slayer of Mahishasura.</br> <br>Six hours. It had been six whole hours since she had been doing this--meditating. Sleep was no longer a necessity. It wasn't even a luxury. Sleep had simply become nonexistent and unnecessary, an obstacle that was easily avoidable. While it was true that Adya's 'insomnia' was a result of a vow she made years back it also had another reason to it. A deeper reason. Sleep lead to dreams and dreams were composed of emotions. If she wanted to truly transcend the emotional plane--which she did--sleep would have to be avoided at all costs. It helped that her ability to absorb large amounts of energy kept her going for a week. When combined with her Spiritual Meditation and her unbreakable willpower, staying awake was easier than breathing.</br> <br>Suravara varshini, durdara darshini, Durmukhama--</br> <br>Something...was wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.</br> <br>Meditation enhanced concentration, but it also enhanced consciousness. Adya could filter out whatever was unnecessary--she practically had a psychic wall--but there were things that just couldn't be ignored. Like endangerment to her family. Adya immediately saw everything: the unknown woman, the strange, hellish beast, and the man in the expensive suit. Her eyes opened and her lips stopped moving, only one word now in her mind: kill. Whoever this woman was, and whatever that thing was, Adya would destroy both of them and dance on their graves. Literally.</br> <br>Kalika had moved from her original spot and Adya assumed the mare had left in search of protection. Shelter. She couldn't have gone too far, though. Unlike other horses, Kalika was conditioned for war, not for steeple chasing. She would never travel too far from her rider.</br> <br>"Kalika!"</br> <br>The sound of hooves trampling dirt reached her ears and soon a neighing echoed throughout the air. Thirty seconds later, the mare came into sight, her saddle still safely on her back. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to go riding in yoga pants, but she had done worse. Sword in hand, Adya jumped onto the saddle and grabbed the reigns with her left hand and rode into battle, not a single piece of armor on her. Was it stupid? Of course. Did she care? She never did.</br> <br>The man in the suit was keeping the stranger busy, which meant that beast was all theirs. Looking over at Keahi and Van...oh, hell no! Adya placed the reigns in her mouth, bit down hard, and pulled back. Kalika neighed once again and ran towards the target. Adya grabbed Van with her free hand--her left hand--and pulled him onto the saddle space behind her. Moving towards a safer position, Adya released the reigns and turned her head to the side.</br> <br>"This better be temporary. Otherwise, I'm going to drink every last drop of that bitch's blood.</br> </div> <div style= "width: 390px; background-color: dddddd; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 8px;letter-spacing: 2px; color: 272727"> created by <a href="http://z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=3555">STALK ME REDNECK!</a></div> </div></center>[/dohtml] |
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| ZACHARY RI LEE | Feb 2 2013, 04:13 PM Post #12 |
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SUN WUKONG - THE MONKEY KING
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| ALEXIS MEI LEE | Feb 2 2013, 04:55 PM Post #13 |
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NUWA - GODDESS OF CREATION
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| CASSANDRA ADELLE MARSHALL | Feb 7 2013, 10:45 PM Post #14 |
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| SAMAEL AMMON EADRIC | Feb 7 2013, 11:27 PM Post #15 |
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HADES - KING OF THE UNDERWORLD
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| <center><div style="width:text-align:center; font-size:63px; letter-spacing:-7px; line-height:85%; color:#6e6763; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia;">i am the only son</div><div style="width:363px; text-align:justify; font-size:8px; font-family:courier new; line-height:91%; color:black; text-transform:uppercase; padding-bottom:3px; ">I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide. Align my heart, my body, my mind To face what I've done and do my time. Well you are my accuser, now look in my face. Your opression reeks of your greed and disgrace. So one man has and another has not; How can you love what it is you have got When you took it all from the weak hands of the poor? Liars and thieves, you know not what is in store-- There will come a time I will look in your eye. you will pray to the God that you always denied. Then I'll go out back and I'll get my gun-- I'll say: <font style="font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1.2px;"> YOU HAVEN'T MET ME;</font></div><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0""><tr><td valign="top"><div style="width:160px; height:185px;"><img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Connor%20Finnigan/samsigonepsd.png"></div><div style="width:1px; height:3px;"></div><div style="width:160px; height:62px; background-color:black;"></div></td><td valign="top"><div style="width:3px; height:250px;"></div></td><td valign="top"><div style="width:200px; height:250px;"><img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Connor%20Finnigan/samsigtwopsd.png"></div></td></tr></table></div></center> | |
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