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Withered Soul [PG-13]

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    Long ago, a war over land and power was fought- it lasted until people lost all recollection of the meaning of peace. Mages, Swordsmen, Archers, every kind of fighter participated in this terrible war that weaked havoc on the single continents. Swords clashed day and night, and continued, even after entire armies were wiped out, even after every empire no longer had any soldiers to fight in their name- until the only people left were surrounded with the ruin and destruction caused by the war. These people found themselves warped into one single empire, pro-peace against the killing and suffering. But there was no longer anyone to protest against- there was no one left. In three long tedious years, dozens of acres of land were now covered in tombstones- all entirely identical and unnamed. This place was named The City of Lost Souls, an ironic name for the people who had died in the horrid war. A new empire was erected, surrounding The City of Lost Souls, and it was a city of peace, strict rules that bore terrible punishment if broken.

    The six most powerful fighters of the few that had survived the war ruled over the quickly growing empire, and kept everything in order. The memories of the grief and war kept them from wanting more power then one another, and The City of Lost Souls kept anyone from even the thought of rebellion. Being the center of the entire empire, it seemed to radiate a sadness and grief of the dead over the new cities, reminding even those who had never witness the losses gained over what aggression could bring.

    But as time passed, people forgot The City of Lost Souls, arrogant and naturally rebellious people. They started little arguments, and paid no heed to the punishments. The six kings and queens put together their powers and created a potion to be fed to anyone who broke the new, even stricter rules- inside the potion was a terrible illness. It was named amongst the noble, 'Pain of Grief', and amongst the commoners, 'Black Potion'. It was not fatal, and had a different effect for everyone. It reflected what was truly inside of you. If you were pure, it would not harm you- but, why would you have been forced to take it in the first place if you were pure? In most cases, it would rack the body with pain, or cause the victim to be able to speak only rude and insulting words. It was never spoken, who had taken the potion and who had not- though it was quite obvious.

    This tradition continued, passed on and on until the entire empire fell apart to give way to the new customs. The City of Lost Souls stayed where it was, but what it was and why it was there was forgotten. People only knew that it had an eerie feel to it, and all the tombstones were impossible to uproot- as though being held in place by the bodies buried underneath. It was impossible to build over the tombstones, but oddly enough, it was possible to renovate them, and the building that kept the flowers and offerings that were sold. It became a cursed place, and holy as well. Hundreds of millenia later, The City of Lost Souls stands as it were when it was first erected. Even though it was ignored by the people for the past few centuries, it stays as though frozen in time.

    But one thing people remember is the disease. They don't know what it exactly is, and it becomes a mysteriously uncurable disease in which the victim simply dies from, or with. These people, bearing these terrible diseases, are also granted powers. Powers that coincide with whatever effect the illness places on themselves. For example, should one bear extreme pain periodically, one can cause another the same extreme pain. This however, only works on lower minded beings, such as the Shadow Spectres, beings that were once human and consumed by their own rage and lust for war, or the many other monsters that now roam the plains of the new empire. The potion is entirely wiped out- and the written cure was burned. The disease is now hereditary, and slowly drains away with the generations until only six are left. These six, all powerful fighters of different classes, have bore their disease for years, and have caught drift of the one cure. The cure is written in a riddle-

    You cannot touch nor see my powerful yet pure being, but if you fill your heart with me, I will lead you to your light, your slavation, and the end of your fight.

    Finding the cure becomes your new quest, but doing it alone is not possible- the smartest beasts and creatures protect the cure, and nobody has ever solved this incredibly vague riddle. Can you?

    Archer: Bow & Arrow [Anya, Mari]
    Mage: Wand [Chikage, Bell]
    White Mage: Staff [Akara, Chibi-chan]
    Swordsman: Sword & Shield
    Lancer: Lance [Dakato, Shiney]
    Tamer: Main animal companion of choosing, and ability to control other creatures for a short period of time.[Reserved for Axel]

    Sign-up Sheet:

    Name: (Prefer if you had a last name, because it's a hereditary disease)
    Age:
    Gender:
    Class: (listed above)
    Appearance:
    Weapon Appearance:
    History:
    Personality:
    Effects of Illness: (Can be good, can be bad, three to each)
    Other:


    Country Guide
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    Sinsena [Chikage...]: Sinsena is a country in which many Dark Mage's, Assassin's, and Theif's come from. It is a country that is constantly shrouded in darkness, and is surrounded by a thick forest. No sound is ever emitted from the forest, not even the caw of a bird or the rustle of the leaves. In Sinsena, there is no such thing, as a sun, and nobody is allowed to wear clothing any brighter then a dark gray, due to the wish of being nearly undetectable by anyone in, or outside the forest.


    Well make up our own bestiary as we go, as for the land, I'll talk about that later. Enjoy, and work hard on those sign-ups!
     
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    Name: Demitri Rovario
    Age: 18
    Gender: male
    Class: Archer: Bow & Arrow
    Appearance: Tallish, Wild black hair, (looks as though I have just come out of the wind), Glasses cover my deep grey eyes. I would rather wear black pants in the dessert then shorts. The white scarf around my neck is very flattering if I do say so myself.
    Weapon Appearance: Looks sorta space age, Black with blue and white trim.
    History: Alone all my life, I grew up taking care of my younger brother and sister, three years ago they were killed by an unknown Illness, each of them lost parts of there bodies slowly and painfully began to fall off, I cried endlessly as I tried to help them, they screamed and screamed, nothing I could do would stop the pain... I ended up having to shoot them both... when they started loosing fingers. I still cry thinking about it, but I had no choice.....
    Personality: Responsible, dark, hard. Don't answer right away when spoken to, my siblings used to say I was like a black horse, wild and dangeruse, easaly spooked.
    Effects of Illness: My skin peals off constantly; I fast enough to fire ten arrows in a single second; I think I'm going blind.
    Other: I have a bad habbit of tossing my pealing skin at anybody close by, so watch yourself.
     
    I hope this is okay for now, It sounds really interesting!

    Name:
    Dysis Aray
    Age: 17
    Gender: Female
    Class: swords(wo)man
    Appearance: Dysis possesses jet black hair, with a hint of auburn when reflected underneath the rays of the sun. Her hair reaches to the middle of her back, where is it tied loosly at the bottom with a thin white leather cord. She has long windswept bangs in the front, which allows the casual observer to notice her unique eyes - the clearest crystal blue with rims of green around the pupils. Her eyes are fairly large, framed by short eyelashes and thin, arching eyebrows.
    Her face is often set in a determined look, her thin eyebrows furrowed. Her walk is wearly yet graceful, her petite form aged from bearing such a heavy burdan for one still so young. Her skin has a tan complexion, whill still retaining a nice rose hue in her cheeks.
    She is dressed in a simple tunic and dearskin leggings, while having a simple dark brown poncho - made out of homespun wool around her shoulders. She has a silver chain necklace, with a curious red jewel on it - which has been in her familiy for centuries and years.

    Weapon Appearance: A thin delicate silver sword, with a browned bronze hilt decorated with ornate carvings of flowers, vines arching, leaves entwining, delicate petals, etc... The scabbard is also silver, decorated with the same carvings, yet embedded with a simple red stone in the center. It has a leather buckle on it for Dysis to attach it on her waist.
    The shield is in a similar fashion. Bronze, with a silver rim, a simple blue stone in the center and ornate carvings.

    History: Dysis was born into a lower-middle class family, consisting of her older brother and her mother. Her father walked out on them after Dysis was born, refusing to face the realization that both his children were born with the disease. Despite all this, her mother raised them both and they lived a fairly comfortable lifestyle for being bodyguards of noble or upper-class people. However, after her brother passed away, her happy lifestyle fell into one of grief and sorrow. Her mother became severly depressed, refusing to talk, look, or see anyone - not even Dysis. Forced to make a living by herself, she trained herself in the art of swordsfighting, and learned to overcome her night-blindness by reliaing on her other senses. However, after one night, she came home to find her mother missing and gone, leaving only a trail of bloody footprints that disapeared into the nearby forest. So now she walks the world, trying to find some cure to their curse.

    Personality: The best way to describe her personality would be to compare her to a Sea Urchin. Dysis is aloof, though at no means shy - she values her silence and solitude. When touched at her sensitive points (such as her family and sickness), she becomes extremely aggressive and bitter towards the offender. Underneath the sharp exterior though, rests a scared and frightened soul. She is unsure of her destiny, of the chance of finding a cure, and of her mother's life or death. The only thing that gives her confidence is her swordsmanship, and she often times thrusts her whole being into practicing it.
    Swordsmanship, to her, is a vital part of her life - her passion, just as a religion may be to a religious person. She practices it day and night, has a ritualistic move for the morning and night, and even sleeps with it - since the sword and shield is the only known possession left to them by her father.

    Effects of Illness: Uncontrolable seizures at unexpected times that also gives her the ability to glance vaguely into the feelings of other people, she lacks the ability to see during deep night, has super hearing, but when used too often, she will eventually go deaf.
     
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    Name: Marika Lynn Charendoff
    Age: 21
    Gender: Female
    Class: Lancer
    Appearance: Marika is of average height and weight (5'5", 110 lbs), with long purplish-grey hair (which she prefers to wear up), chestnut-coloured eyes, a fair complexion, and a massive bust. She is clad in a modfied Army Combat Uniform, cut to accentuate her impressive figure; a pair of black leather designer boots and a black beret complete the outfit. [For those imaginatively impaired: Just think of Sheena Fujibayashi in combat fatigues.]
    Weapon Appearance: Marika's "lance" is in fact a SIG 550 assault rifle with a perpetually empty 30-round magazine and a permanently-attached bayonet. Due to the fact that ammo is extremely hard to come by (to the point that it's practically nonexistent, hence the empty magazine), the rifle has never been used for its intended purpose and has employed as a dedicated polearm instead.
    History: Not much is known of Marika's past beyond what she chooses to tell people; given a well-documented penchant for disinformation, no two of her backstories are exactly alike.
    Personality: On the surface, Marika appears to be quite hardbitten and stern, but the opposite is actually the case once one gets past her cold exterior. In private, she's quite the perky, cheerful, optimistic, and all-around sugary-sweet young lass. She is a firm believer in altruism, and her kindness knows no bounds. She also possesses an extremely short temper; many things draw her ire, and her indignation is just as boundless as her charity whenever she's pissed.
    Effects of Illness: Psionic powers (telepathy, precognition, psychokinesis, et cetera), mental instability, insomnia
     
    I apologize, I seem to have forgotten to say: This is a very high class RP. I'm going to be very very picky about how much you post or how much is in your sign-up. So basically, everyone but Miyu-chan, Not Accepted, because they're just too short.

    Miyu-chan, Pending. Though, I would add a little more to your appearance...o O;

    Jack O'Neill, I'm so sorry, but I forgot to put up the rest of the reserved classes, and Lancer was one of them. >.< So, you'll have to pick a different one. And make everything waaay longer. I was hoping for a more...primitive person as well. The whole gun thing doesn't work with this RP, sorry. For the moment: declined.

    JBCBlank, I think we've discussed this, but your first person sign-up bugs me veery much. >.< And it's tooooo short in all way's possible. If you remember David's post, I suggest you take a good look at the memory. Declined. Also, from your past RP posts, I don't think you're posts will work in this roleplay. Apologies.

    David & Shiney: Just making sure, are you guys still joining? < <;
     
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    OOC: No one's gotten through yet? .o. [/nervous]

    Name: Akara Yoriin
    Age: 17 (She looks 12)
    Gender: F
    Class: White Mage
    Appearance: Akara stands at only about 4"6 and 81 lbs. Her hair is long and very light purple [see text option plum :P] tied in the back like a ponytail and also tied at the end in a white ribbon. Her eyes are black, but not dull, while her complexion and body is that of a twelve year old. She has no noticeable bust, her voice hasn't deepened, and has no other signs of puberty physically. As a typical white mage, she wears your typical Betsushikime-style miko outfit. This outfit consists of a scarlet red hakama (red long pants that flow to seem like a skirt), a white kimono shirt with swinging sleeves and red trim; with white socks and slip-on sandals (tabi). Along with her is a stash of tarot spell cards she keeps with her in her miko.

    Weapon Appearance: Her tarot cards are used for healing and protection mostly, but she does have only a few temporary paralysis and blindness cards. The cards are the size of your average index cards with old text on them. [Don't expect a loner here..-.-;]

    History: The disease was given to her by her mother; her father she had never met, -but still worries that he might turn up one day, have another disease she doesn't know about, will turn out to be an emotional drunkard..ect- and is an only child. On her 15th birthday, she decided to take on the role of a white mage in the local sanitorium to help those who need it -her reasons go on and on, including 'the cure'-. Though she doesn't like it at all, she can be independent and is also pretty smart. Friends have been hard to come by for her because she's treated without respect to her age, even though they don't realize it. Because of her appearance, she has been assaulted before, and because of this -and other reasons that go on and on-, never likes to get too close to the person of the opposite gender.

    Personality: Assertive and reserved on the outside, yet timid and paranoid on the inside, she's not very talkative to people she's never met. Sometimes this labels her as snotty or concieted, which she has complexes over. She loses most of her sleep to complexes and 'what ifs'. At times, her paranoia can bring herself to hurt her physically. Because of her personal unstablement and always second guessing the way she acts, she can be unpredictable with her responses. She hates to be thought of as always a child and does act her age; most of the time. She's adamant about her beliefs and the treatment of one in need. Akara hates being alone, because this is where all of the 'what ifs' start to form. If your nice to her or her friend, she'll be sure to pay you back with gratitude. She's loyal, but also knows how to think of herself.

    Effects of Illness:
    Stops growing physically at the age of twelve, paranoia, is very swift and fast with pysical movement.

    Other: Um...she likes company, believes that ghosts from the present exist and stalk others, and believes in the heart of the cards is good at recovering spells.

    Country and Beast Edit:

    Bistmale - Bistmale is a country across a desert which is home to Historians, Fighters, and Gypsies. Most of the country lies underneath an extremely large plateau, which brings sheleter from sandstorms and of the glaring sun. In the way that the plateau is facing, the sun is only visible at dusk, which gives the area a more enchanting feeling. The country is generally divided into two sections; the Plaetats and the Shirins. The Plaetats live ontop of the Plaetau while the Shirins live underneath it. The Paetats are more durable and physically fit than the Shirin, due to the conditions above the plateau. The Shirins are much more carefree and mystic. The two groups don't have any conflict; just different ways of life.

    Bestiary (I can add a beast, yayz :3)

    Name: Gigott
    Rarity: Often in dry places during the afternoon.
    Power: Beginner~
    Abilities/Weapons: A stinger on it's back. It can burrow into the sand and has a hard back plate. Sticking it between the eyes would be the best way to kill it.
    Appearance: Giggot~

    Could I add another? ;o; I couldn't decide~

    Name: Mariquem
    Rarity: Very Rare. Only at night.
    Power: Advanced!
    Abilities/Weapons: It's teeth are razor sharp with a bite that can cause hallucinations. It's extremely fast and is very good at not making any noise. It's blinded by any amount of shining light. They don't hunt in packs, but after being scared off, it'll bring a friend along with it the next night to attack you again.
    Appearance: Mariquem
     
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    Name: Dakado Rose

    Age: 20

    Gender: Male

    Class: Lancer

    Appearance: Born for the trade, dakado has red hair, the shade of bolt red, with no traces of blonde or brown. Like one would see on a bright apple. This makes a unique contrast with his Lavender eyes, and extremely tanned skin. He has a slim, but athletic build, caused by the rigors of heavy training with his lance, and body. For his appearance, he usually wears simple shoes, and has a black Gi suit with a simple Yin-Yang symbol on the back for when he knows combat is coming. For formal occasions however, he has a traditional chineese shirt and loose pants, both in a brilliant white with mathcing shoes, with an elaborate Yin-Yang symbol on the back.

    Weapon Appearance: The Guan Dao Tiger-Lance
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    History: <WIP> Dakado was never alone in his childhood. From his earliest memories, He was with the old man, and the temple in the mountains. There were other fighters, other children their, learning peace through meditation, and martial art. He was never kept from the secret of his family, though he never knew them. His disease, when it spiked up never really caused any serious problems before, so they acted as though he were just a normal person. The old man never told him how he got to the temple though. He was trained as any other of the children, learning to find one's inner calm, to center oneself, and to become greater than the sum of all the parts. Dakado was a poor student as most of the children went, but he was still more than capable.


    Several nights before the planned ceremony to celebrate his becoming mature and being accepted as one of the monks, hios madness completely overwhelmed him. He picked up his own favorite weapon, the Tiger Lance, and set out to free the monks from the demons he saw within them. Several days later, he regained his senses several leagues away, with bare images of what he had done.

    Personality: Dakado is what could only be described as average, most of the time. The only unusual part about his normal personality is a tendancy to make odd jokes, perhaps being slightly open about perversion. Beyond that, he's completely normal, not excessively introvert, or extrovert. No phobias, or clutches. Even his temperment. He'll take some verbal abuse and stress, but he will also get angry. Not that he doesn't have ways of dealing with his anger, but his temperment is right on the center of balance. However, when his insanity is prevalent, you must realize that this can have dramatic, and random effects on how he sees the world, and how he acts in response to it.

    Effects of Illness:
    1: He's a reflective empath. That is to say, that when he tries, he can feel the emotions of others. However, if he does so, he also feels them.

    2: Insanity. At random times, a madness within him waxes and wanes, and can be any number of manifestations.

    3: When under the effects of his insanity, his skills rise exponentially to match the madness.

    Other: I know this needs work, but I lost all my drafts. That, and a combinaiton of writer's block, limite time (I have to cook tonight) And Saints Row, I won't be able to make these worth anything good for a few hours.
     
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    Chibi-chan, I like your sign-up, but, it's too short. >.< Sorry for being so picky and all, but if you add some more detail to it, then you'll be good to go. Maybe describe a little more about her personality, her history, and put in a few sentences on the Betsushikime clothes to lengthen your appearance.

    Shiiiiiiney. You need to add add add add add add. Take your time, but, add add add add add.

    (I hope my sign-up doesn't get too short. Word is so deceiving when it comes to length. But, I'm not done with all the fields yet anyway.)

    Name: Chikage (Chii-kaa-gei)Toshokirii
    Age: 16
    Gender: Female
    Class: Black Mage

    Appearance: Chikage has long jet black hair, with a single part down the middle of her head and even lengths on either side. Reaching just below her upper-thighs, her hair has a brilliant shine to it, though it mostly makes it look more spooky then beautiful, simply adding to her pallid porcelin skin of not seeing much sun in her lifetime. She rarely lets any part of her pale skin show, including her face, which she covers with a thin black veil that she can see fine through, but cannot be seen through from the outside, depending on the lighting effects. Underneath her veil, which is only attatched to the black cloak she is rarely seen without, she has icy blue eyes with slit-like pupils. Underneath her black cloak, she wears a smoky black skin-tight turtle neck, and tight smoky black gloves that blend with her top. She wears a pair of black loose fitting pants that cover most of her black high heeled boots. Across her waist is a brown leather belt, which sports a variety of scrolls, small books, and poisons, but is covered up by the black scarf that is tied around her waist in a small 'skirt'. Resting in the curves of this scarf is a thin silver chain, which matches the chains that hang off her boots.

    Weapon Appearance: Chikage's black wand is about 13 inches long with a thin grey King Cobra coiled for the handle, it's head at the end of the handle with mouth open.

    History: [Later, Book Report calls]

    Personality: Not much is known about her actual personality, as this is something that is put aside in the realm of Sinsena, but her personality is about as generic for the country as it can get. She carries a heavy and morbid silence around her when it's quiet, and a mysterious air that makes someone curious enough to wonder what she looks like or what she's like. She rarely looks at anyone fully in the eye, though she has a way of hearing everything and seeing everything around her. A resourceful person, due to her illness, she is stubborn, though follows the code, 'Your burden is your burden, my burden is my burden', which means, she doesn't collect firewood for a group fire, she collects it for her own fire, and the such. Chikage is very strict about herself, often disregarding others in order to keep up with the strict rules she's set for herself. Independent, she isn't entirely silent, but she certainly isn't a social butterfly.

    Effects of Illness: Chikage can't see very well in light, but can see bright as day during the night. Depending on her situation, she will temporarily lose one of her 5 senses, to heighten another. Though, there are instances when all 5 senses are at the levels they are supposed to be at, this is rare.

    Other: Chikage can create elemental summons, that seem beast-like, but aren't at all. Many of her summon spells are concealed within her scrolls, and require her own blood.
     
    Six people with the disease alive.

    There are other people alive too, and they all have their own classes too. And you're free to make up any cities, monsters, NPC's, landmarks, history things, as we go. I'll be adding a country guide to the top, due to where Chikage is from, Sinsena.

    Chibi-chan, Miyu-chan, Accepted.

    Bestiary and Country details:

    For countries, simply do what I did, list which characters come from that country, cities that are inside (as we visit them) and a little bit of history, habits, rules, the such. It doesn't have to be very long.

    Bestiary...

    Name: (Monster name)
    Rarity: (How often is it seen?)
    Power: (Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced power levels?)
    Abilities/Weapons: (any unique things? Does it fight with it's claws? A stinger? Blah.)
    Appearance: (Picture preferred)

    ^ Bestiary's can be reeeeally short. Just enough so that nobody screws up while using the monster. You don't have to make a monster (excluding David, who's Tamer, and will need to have his summons have some sort of outline, though if they're minor enough, they can just be described within the post) it's optional.

    This is a high class RP, but it's pretty flexible with plot, places, monsters, regions, etc. I'm just picky about length, quality, and basically a general following of rules.
     
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    Name: Anya Kû-Fei
    Age: 15
    Gender: Female
    Class: Archer

    Appearance: Anya has long dark orange tresses, reaching past her lower back. It is tied in a single braid. Due to her disease her eyes are a pale, almost translucent, silver. It sparkles eerily in moonlight, and flashes whenever she looks at something. Because of its unique color and the long eyelashes adorning it, her eyes are usually the first thing to be noticed. Her slightly pale yet creamy skin is ornamented by numerous wounds; gashes, cuts, and bruises--regularly received from banging against a wall. There are bandages wrapped around her right hand, preventing her fingers from getting sliced by the string of her bow. She wears a yellow qipao, made with silk and decorated with a black dragon and an iris. It has long slits on either side with the center falling right against her knees. Underneath, she wears black tight-fitting shorts that stop a few inches above her knees. She wears an anklet made of iron that's about an inch thick, and she's barefooted.

    Weapon Appearance: Anya has a slender bow made of hazel, wrapped with a shiny silvery material that resembles a fish's scales. Also, a small monkey figurine has its tail wrapped around the lower part of the arc; a personal good luck charm of hers. It's about 3 feet long. Her arrows are handcrafted, which is really difficult for her. With her blindness, it takes her hours to craft a single decent arrow. Her arrows are contained in a quiver strapped on her back.

    History: Anya received her disease from her father and was unlucky enough to obtain the full effect. Usually, their disease only causes half-blindness – where your sight is horrible, but you can certainly still see. Her parents are both alive and well, but she ran away when she was thirteen to escape from their constant overprotective gestures. She overheard her parents looking for cure and was determined to find it by herself. She stole her father's weapon and began her voyage, with out any idea where her destination was. Six months after she began, she found herself lost in a forest and, with nothing to do, she began training with the bow she had stolen. There, she discovered that she has a unique ability… a different sense of sight. She recognized the brown colored blur that was a tree and light-blue ones that she identified were birds. She spent two years in that forest, honing her skills and searching for an alternative for seeing.

    Personality: Anya is very brash and hot-headed -- a couple of biting words and she will bite you. She is brutally honest and frank, meaning she simply can't keep her thoughts and comments to herself. That, plus her sarcastic nature, often leads her in conflict with others. She is eager to prove to everyone that she is as capable as anyone who can see and is unwilling to accept any aid, because she considers it as an act of pity. Steadfast and highly independent, she doesn't do well with huge crowds and prefers working alone. She is also quite an expert with verbal taunts and insults, using it mainly to lure foes or just for fun~

    Effects of Illness: Anya is blind. She managed to find an alternative for her sight, though, which drastically improved her accuracy. She is able to sense any living being's aura or something of that sort. What she sees is basically a blurred form with a specific color. The color varies, depending on personality. This doesn't work for nonliving objects, though. There are times, though it is rare in occurence, where she is able to see through feeling vibrations (which is why she's barefoot). This only works when she is 110% focused... which would probably be never.
     
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    Hey Bell! I promsied to join in the Mega Man roleplay, but my Internet went down for 3 weeks... T.T

    But rest assured, I love your roleplays, especially those with classes! I'll stick to this for life and death -hugs-



    Name: Harushiro Sakura (Sakura is her name)
    Age: 14
    Gender: Female ♀
    Class: Swordswoman

    Appearance:

    Here are some pictures:

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    Basically, Sakura is an average-height girl with mid-thigh length hair, a shade of beautiful pale pink. In the pictures she dyed her hair into orange. She has pale cerulean eyes along with long, tanned legs. Sakura also has slightly tanned skin, and attached earlobes.

    She nows wears an off-the-shoulder top that is pale blue in colour, along with her short, white miniskirt (FR/LG girl's) and snowflake-shaped hairpins. Sakura's footwear includes teal leg warmers and a pair fo stylish shoes.

    Weapon Appearance:

    Sakura's sword is decorated with cute bubble diamons and a single tear charm, dangling around the sword itself. The holdign part of ehr sword is pink in colour, and it actually transform from the snowflake hairpins holding her hair.

    History: Because of the illness, Sakura is one of the only survivors of her family. Both her parents passed away because of the disease when she was only 3. Her younger twin sisters and slightly older brother were her only kins after her eldest brother, who supported the family (He was an adopted child, 18 when Sakura was 3) disappeared when she was 8.

    From then on, she and her older brother, Shuu, learnt to support the family by helping out at the village store, and taught their young sisters how to be independent at the age of 7. Mikan and Ayumu were very carefree and self-reliable souls, and got a part-time job at the local clinic.

    Sakura herself is a hard-working girl when it comes to jobs. She often switch part-time jobs frequently. In this way, she manages to support her own fees in one sense, and plays a part in raising her younger siblings.

    Personality:

    Despite her illness, Sakura maintains a positive outlook on life. She doesn't believe in fate and destiny, but strongly believes that if she works hard enough, someday she'll be able to find a cure for her family illness, to fere her younger generations of suffering. Sakura is a cheerful but lazy lass, nevertheless of her goal. She's always complaining about how hard she has to work, and can be a little annoying at times.

    In spite of her perky and blindly optimistic nature, Sakura is full of creativity and psychic-ness. She's very sharp at Deja Vu, and isn't at all shy to bloe her own trumpet on this issue. Naive and docile, Sakura is your average happy-go-lucky lass who is very lonely and depressed on the inside.

    Sakura is an indolent little girl, affable and smart. She's very socialized and out-going with a kind heart and cute, innocent features. She's super-bratty, btu who cares about that when she's ncie enough to help anybody on her journey?

    Sakura is also a very good singer and sketcher. However, she's not the best at being realistic. Precisely, she's a huge daydreamer and often build castles in the air. She's a good joker, and knows many hilarious riddles and jokes to part with her pals.

    Effects of Illness: Her illness caused her to be very creative and psychic, but at the same time, it also slowly eats up her life. She'll have to find the cure before she passes away.

    Other: Sakura has serious heights and blood phobia, and she can't stand lizards. Once, when a lizard clung onto her dress, she screamed like there was no tomorrow, and everybody in the village came to see the scene.
     
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    Mari: Accepted

    xoxkris: Ah, you're too late! >.< There aren't any more open classes, I'm sorry! If someone get's the boot or drops out, I'll be sure to inform you, ASAP, I'm soooo sorry!
     
    Mari: Accepted

    xoxkris: Ah, you're too late! >.< There aren't any more open classes, I'm sorry! If someone get's the boot or drops out, I'll be sure to inform you, ASAP, I'm soooo sorry!
    Ahhh~! It's OK though XD

    Maybe I'll just lurk around and see the roleplay going around ^^
     
    Ok, super sorry, but this'll be postponed for a bit because I'm moving, and don't have a connection. I'll post again once I'm alive again, and we'll start then. >.<
     
    Erm... I'm going to have to drop out of this RP, since I'm going to be super busy with homecoming and college apps these coming months. >"<

    So sorry! I hope this RP goes well though!
     
    All right, once David get's his sign-up in we'll start.

    I'm sorry to hear that you're withdrawing Miyu-chan.

    xoxkris, accepted. (I can't do color, g2g)
     
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