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| ZACHARY RI LEE | Feb 8 2013, 06:08 AM Post #16 |
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SUN WUKONG - THE MONKEY KING
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[dohtml] <link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Open+Sans+Condensed:300' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Open+Sans' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <center> <table> <div style=" width: 403px; background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: open sans condensed; font-size: 13px; padding-top: 30px; padding-bottom: 30px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; ">Only believe in a God who knows how to dance</div> <td> <img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/25ro379.jpg"></td><td></img> <div style="width: 200px; height: 300px; background-color: #e0e0e0;"><center><div style="width: 200px; height: 300px; font-family: open sans; color: #000; font-size: 10px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify;"> In the first concrete memory Zack had of his sister, she was crying. She rarely did, she was a quiet baby, but this time she was just being a little pain in the ass. His father was away doing something Navy-ish and his mother had run to a neighbor’s house, literally, in order to pick up some similac or something. Whatever babies ate. <p>Anyway, she kept crying. Over and over and over… he peaked over the playpen at where she was, sitting there and bawling like a dying pig. Zack stared at her, wondering if he should just throw a pillow at her or something. Anything to make her stop so he could go back to chasing squirrels. Her giant baby head turned to look for the sound and found him. They met eye to eye and she stopped. <p>Stopped and smiled. <p>She hadn’t done it since, at least not very often. Alex wasn’t the smiling kind. Ever. She did then though. She didn’t have many teeth. Neither did he, really, but she really didn’t. <p>Everything came back to life around him. Whatever they fought, it was gone. Everything was quiet, save for the occasional shouts from their group. Zack just stared. <p>There was nothing spectacular about that patch of dirt, but he stared at that patch of dirt like one would stare at a corpse with a billion flies coming out of it’s mouth. Alex had been standing there only moments ago. Minutes, maybe, not very long, but she had been standing there, golden and shiny like she normally did, and then she was gone. <p>Now it was just an unspectacular patch of dirt. <p>Zack scrambled to the dirt, furiously feeling along it for trap doors, for his sister’s hand, for the remains of a portal for fucking anything. Anything. <p>He didn’t remember the primal yell escape his throat. <p>He just remembered that one time, when they were small, when Alex smiled. </div></center></div></td> </table> <div style=" width: 403px; background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: open sans condensed; font-size: 12px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; ">Wearing: This with a jacket , Tagged: the Ohana and Sam, Notes: Wow, Sam… smooth…</div> <div style="font-family: open sans condensed; color: #000000; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-align: right;">by <a href="http://z10.invisionfree.com/cautiontothewind/index.php?showuser=57751">stel</a></div> </center> [/dohtml] |
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| KEAHI NANI AHI'AIHONUS | Feb 8 2013, 06:33 AM Post #17 |
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PELE - GODDESS OF FIRE
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[dohtml] <link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Yanone+Kaffeesatz:400,700' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <center> <table> <div style=" width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1265.photobucket.com/albums/jj503/steleus/f394075e.gif); color: #ffffff; font-family: Yanone Kaffeesatz; font-size: 18px; padding-top: 40px; padding-bottom: 40px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; ">relax my beloved</div> <img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/t9e0k3.png”> <div style=" width: 400px; background-color: #541c1d; height: 8px;"></div> <tr><td> <div style="width: 400px; background-color: #e0e0e0;"><center><div style="width: 390px; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #000; font-size: 10px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px"> They’d never lost anyone before. Never. People came and went, sure, but it was of their own volition and if someone died or was critically injured, Ben would step in and start the healing process. They’d never lost anyone. Never ever. <p>But, there Zack was, screaming, clawing at the dirt like an animal. Alex had been there only a few moments ago. Keahi remembered the look on her face. It was a sudden shock as if someone had snuck up on her and poked her in the back. Then, gone. <p>The fire died as quickly as if someone had just flipped a switch. <p>The haole was saying something. Keahi slowly, eerily, turned her head to face the guy. Her eyes were fixed on him for several seconds after he finished speaking. The only thing in the air was Zack’s screams. Finally, she said, “Not the best time? Not the best goddamn time? No fucking shit it’s not the best time! Not two minutes ago there was a teenage girl standing right there” Keahi jabbed a finger at where Zack was kneeling in the dirt, “there, one of mine, a member of my family and that boy’s sister, and now she’s gone. And what do you do? Launch into a goddamn business proposal?!” <p>The man had delivered his speech like he was at a fucking business meeting. Wonder per chance? Who the fuck talked that way?! The flames burst into life around her as she smacked his hand away, “You want us to give us a fucking minute to mourn, you fucking haole piece of trash? It was you who brought all this shit on us.” <p>They were all doing just fine until this guy showed up. Killed the lion-thing without his help. <p>Switching to Hawaiian, Keahi shouted at Siyana, “Siya, see if you can track down an energy signature. Anything. Whatever you have to do. Ben, go ahead and give her the necessary energy to do her thing. Adya, Van, do what you want with this guy.” <p>Keahi gently slid in next to Zack, quickly putting an arm around his and hugging him in close. She gently patted his hair, whispering, “We’ll find her. We’ll find her and we’ll kill them all. We’ll kill everyone who took her.” </div></center></div></td></tr> </table> <div style=" width: 403px; background-image: url(http://i1265.photobucket.com/albums/jj503/steleus/f394075e.gif); color: #ffffff; font-family: yanone kaffeesatz; font-size: 12px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; ">Clothes, Note: Personally, I think Sam’s social ineptitude is hilarious.</div> <div style="font-family: open sans condensed; color: #000000; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-align: right;">by <a href="http://z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=57751">stel</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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| SIYANA CASIMIRA AL NEJEM | Feb 8 2013, 06:52 AM Post #18 |
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ISIS - GODDESS OF MAGIC
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[dohtml]<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Mr+Bedfort' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> #imageb { opacity:.3; width:350px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:-10px; height:300px; font-family:arial; font-size:70; background-color:black; color:white; -moz-transition-duration: 1s; transition-duration: 1s; -webkit-transition-duration: 1s; -ms-transition-duration:1s; -o-transition-duration: 1s } #imageb:hover { opacity:.8 } #spacer { width:300px; height:4px; } #notess { width:315px; padding:8px; background-color:white; font-family:times; font-size:6; text-transform:uppercase; color:black; letter-spacing:2px; font-weight:normal; } </style> <center><div style="width:350px; padding:20px; background-color:#f0eeed;"><div style="width:350px; height:300px; background-image:URL(http://i45.tinypic.com/n4cin8.jpg);"><div id="imageb"><div style="position:relative; top:60px;">NOT AFRAID<br> <div style="padding-top:25px; padding-bottom:10px; font-family:mr bedfort; font-size:40; color:white; letter-spacing:0; font-weight:normal;">i don't really care</div><div id="notess">TAGGED: The Ohana… and Sam</div> <div id="spacer"></div> <div id="notess">OUTFIT: Wearing</div> <div id="spacer"></div> <div id="notess">NOTES: Sam’s funny.</div><br> <a href="http://z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=20184"><div style="font-family:times; font-size:5; text-transform:uppercase; color:white; font-weight:normal;">xoxo</div></a></div></div></div><br> <div style="color:#1e1e1e; width:280px; text-align:justify; font-family:times; font-size:10; line-height:95%; padding-left:10px; border-left:60px solid #1e1e1e;"> Siyana was already scrapping at the cut on her hand to get the blood flowing again. She didn’t have to do much, a few prods got the juice going. This one was complicated. She needed a scent, first. Anything really. Humans gave off a different ‘scent’ then her kind and whoever that bitch was she wasn’t human. Siya whispered rapidly to herself, squeezing her fist. The blood gushed from between her fingers and onto the dirt. Her eyes went white. <p>The first spell was a sense enhancer. She needed to pick up something, anything. This would have been easier if Zack wasn’t flailing around like that. Rather, it would have been easier if Zack was at least lending her some of his luck. He could flail around as much as he wanted, so long as she had that to go on. It helped her get a much needed scent from time to time. <p>White pupils scanned. Scanned. She could smell everything. Smell burning clothes, hair. She could feel the small subtle changes of the air on her skin. She could taste the salt from Zack’s tears, catching on the wind. She could hear the beserker beating of Van’s heart and the steadied beat of Adya’s. She picked up on the pheromones, anger, stemming from Keahi. And she could see, damn could she see, the microfibers left behind from the woman’s clothes. <p>Though she couldn’t see it, Siyana was touching the ground, picking up the dirt, standing and tossing a pinch in the air. She had Alex’s scent. She had the woman’s scent but it was… stationary. It was at if they were both still standing right there, like neither of them had moved. Nothing around them. <p>Siyana blinked and her pupils were back to their regular brown. “No…” <p>She squeezed her palm again and phased back into her hyperesthesia and synesthesia mode. Same result. She spun once. Nothing. Same result. She blinked again, back into herself. “That’s not… possible…” <p>Siyana ran a hand through her hair, forgot it was bloody and quickly wiped it on her pants. She healed up fairly quickly. Not as quick as Keahi, she couldn’t regenerate, but when she used her magic the wounds sustained in order to give blood healed quickly. It was more of an annoyance. <p>But that wasn’t what was important. <p>Siyana could track anyone. Absolutely anyone. They’ve been able to track someone off continent. She could find someone on the other side of the planet. This was different. <p>“Keahi… they're not here. At all. They’re not… it’s like they’re off planet or… shit.” </div></div></center>[/dohtml] |
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| BENJAMIN CLARK TAYLOR | Feb 8 2013, 07:10 AM Post #19 |
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LOKI - TRICKSTER GOD
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| KEAHI NANI AHI'AIHONUS | Feb 8 2013, 07:28 AM Post #20 |
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PELE - GODDESS OF FIRE
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[dohtml] <link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Yanone+Kaffeesatz:400,700' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <center> <table> <div style=" width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1265.photobucket.com/albums/jj503/steleus/f394075e.gif); color: #ffffff; font-family: Yanone Kaffeesatz; font-size: 18px; padding-top: 40px; padding-bottom: 40px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; ">relax my beloved</div> <img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/t9e0k3.png”> <div style=" width: 400px; background-color: #541c1d; height: 8px;"></div> <tr><td> <div style="width: 400px; background-color: #e0e0e0;"><center><div style="width: 390px; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #000; font-size: 10px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px"> Ben was right, of course, but that didn’t mean that the guy’s timing was acceptable. Still cradling Zack to her, she stared at Siyana, thinking. Siya could find anything. If she said that someone wasn’t here, wasn’t on this plane of existence, then they weren’t here on this plane of existence. Keahi rested her chin on the crown of Zack’s head and thought. They did need food and shelter. She needed clothes seeing at how hers were burnt to tatters. It was a wonder that she still looked decent considering how hot she had been burning. She rarely felt cold but she felt a chill now. <p>She lost one. <p>She slowly released Zack, brushing some of the dirt from his hair, and stood, walking over to the haole, Sam. Maybe he was just socially retarded. “Say you can help us find Alex. Say you can help us find her and we’ll go to your school.” Keahi crossed her hands over her chest and studied the haole intensely. She didn’t want to say that she needed his help. Ever. She didn’t like admitting she needed anyone’s help. And something had happened to that woman when he touched her. She wasn’t about to go shaking hands with someone who had just fucked up another simply by thinking at her. <p>Truth be told, he needed them too. He wouldn’t have extended the invitation if he didn’t. Smart people, survivalists, would have just cut their loses and left. They wouldn’t have invited people to join them in a team-up. She knew. She’d left many a person behind once she was sure they could fend for themselves. <p>Taking the ohana on now would be a liability if he didn’t need them. <p>Keahi cast a quick glance at the rest of the group. Ben was tending to Siya. Siya was still shaken about her spells not working. Zack was a mess. Adya was barely holding it together and Van was one word away from going beserker. All he needed was a reason, really. <p>And Alex was gone. <p>“Say it.” <p>Her eyes were firey, her lips pursed. </div></center></div></td></tr> </table> <div style=" width: 403px; background-image: url(http://i1265.photobucket.com/albums/jj503/steleus/f394075e.gif); color: #ffffff; font-family: yanone kaffeesatz; font-size: 12px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; ">Clothes, Note: Annnnnd…</div> <div style="font-family: open sans condensed; color: #000000; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-align: right;">by <a href="http://z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=57751">stel</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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| SAMAEL AMMON EADRIC | Feb 8 2013, 11:37 PM Post #21 |
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HADES - KING OF THE UNDERWORLD
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[align=center][dohtml]<div style='width: 400px; background-image:url(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/temshi/Matrix_BG.gif); padding: 20px; border: solid 5px #ffffff; color: #000; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align:center; line-height:11px;'><div style='width: 400px; color: #444444; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; text-align:center; line-height:24px;'>HE'S THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE</div><br><div style='width: 400px; height: 200px; background-image:url(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Connor%20Finnigan/samthread.png); opacity:.7; text-align:center;'></div><br> <div style='width: 400px; color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; text-align:justify; line-height:10px; text-align:justify; '>a snake with blue eyes and he only comes out at night, gives you feelings you don't want to fight, you better run for your life, he's like a curse he's like a drug, you get addicted to his love, you wanna get out but he's holding you down, because you can't live without one more touch-------------------------------------------------------------</div><br> <div style='width: 380px; background-color: #ffffff; opacity:.4; color: #000000; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; padding: 10px; border: 0px; text-align:justify; line-height:11px; max-height: 350px; overflow: auto'>He never handled social situations well, he mostly avoided those functions when he could and when out in public Sonya was always the one to talk for the both of them. Sam was most comfortable behind a desk or conducting a business meeting in a professional atmosphere. When they were together Sonya would always take him to different charity events, social scenes, and sometimes clubs. During college he knew how to have fun and cut loose, but taking all the full responsibility of his father's company changed him. He had to be presentable at all times. Sonya understood, she always understood. She too had the same problem about being in the public eye. You were always being watched no matter what you were doing.<p> He stood there calmly as the woman yelled at him sometimes changing to a language he didn't quite understand. She slapped away his hand as she was engulfed in flames. Samael never understood why people could lose such control. He was there during mourning, he had just lost his mother not too long ago. That was the last time he was out with Sonya as a matter of fact. The Asphodel founder came to understand he just handled things differently. He never lost control, he just geared his focus else where until he could handle those emotions again. When Sonya and Luthor were taken he didn't sleep, he spent every moment in the astral plane searching for any possible signature of them.<p> If they wanted any chance of catching up or finding any information about this girl they'd have to work fast. Crying, screaming, or blowing things up would not solve the problem they currently faced. Samael knew they were going to be better together...even if both parties didn't like it initially but he was willing to do anything. Anything. If it would get Sonya back. Sam geared himself up, if he was going to have to fight these people he had to be ready, his muscles slowly tensed up. That was until a boy spoke, the same one that healed him he seemed to be the voice of reason, quite the lapin aspect. Seeing openly all opinions but so the other houses would see something similar.<p> It appeared to have reached the leader she was willing to work with them so long as he promised he could help. That was something he was sure he could do. If nothing else, the school was a safe haven nothing would happen there, this living on the road could end for them and they could actively focus on doing something. "You have my word, one of my students is a spell caster I believe his power should resonate with your own I'll have him cast a spell that she should be able to lock onto. I look forward to seeing you there." Sam said as he flickered out and returned to his body with a gasp.<p> Soon a small sparkle of light floated around the air. Mr. Black's spell was in effect that should release a location for this other group to teleport to. </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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