CrimsonWolf

Here's a portrait I did for my main on Virtue I love this toon, and I think the portrait turned out good. I got lazy near the end though...instead of drawing in a waterfall background, i used a photo of one i found online and faded the transparency a bit so the red tint in the backdrop would show up.

Click me to check Schayde out!

((hehe sorry bout the fudge up on the link. And you can use any form of martial arts in your posts. The Dojo can "have" many experts at your disposal. I mainly used Japanese style martial arts to get things kicked off. I encourage creativity ))

hehe, glad you like her Powerforge lol. I'm partway through another character portrait, so more to come soon.

(( you can go here: http://en.wikipedia.ort/wiki/Japanese_martial_arts
that is where i did all my research for the first few posts i made. also there is no set dress code other than the insignia restrictions listed in my 2nd post. otherwise you can dress in whatever your character prefers to wear))

thank you everyone for your encouragement and compliments

Here's one I did for a friend on Virtue

Click me to check out the WOLFMAN!

thanks everyone! And hi Khel! sorry i missed your /t last night before you logged hehe. i'm putzing on boards till i can get back in game. i am off work today. Now i just gotta make it 8 more hours till da wolfman logs on lmao

*watches the clock* :P :P

Thanks! This is actually my first piece where i did it digitally and shaded it. I finished it at 3am this morning lmao. my older art is very similar in style but not shaded. I slowly but surely improve with time lol.

A portrait of my scrapper, Tsuki Toru

click me to see!

I'm a novice digital artist studying graphics design. Thought I'd share a portrait I did for my character, Tsuki Toru, she's a Hero, Natural Scrapper in the SG Dojo of the Lurking Shadow, on the Virtue Server.

Tsuki Toru Portrait by CrimsonWolf

((as promised, pictures of the Dojo. If you wish to coalition your SG with the Dojo, please contact: Schayde, Tsuki Toru or Tsuki Ryuu. This SG is a Sub-SG to Shadow Manor. The base is used for RP setting purposes. You are welcome to put a toon in either the Dojo or Shadow Manor if you wish. However, the Dojo is used for storing rarely used alts so if you want a more active SG the Shadow Manor would be your best choice. Be sure to keep your eyes peeled for future RP events that will be hosted in the Dojo!))

Dojo Introduction

Dojo Entrance

Dojo Locker Rooms from above, boys on left girls on right

Locker Room Lockers

Boy's locker room shower

The Training Area

The Gymnasium - we got creative with the equipment

Class Room

Close up of training/sparring mats

((I apologize in advance for any inaccurate spelling of certain terms or phrases. I did my best to find the correct spellings. I took meticulous notes through out my research, but there may be a discrepancy here and there. Please don’t beat me up too badly for any mistakes I may have made :P I will also soon attach screenshots of the Dojo for your enjoyment))

Toru took a moment to compose herself, keeping her back turned to the small but growing audience. She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, stiffening her spine. She knew others had heard, possibly seen the incident. Not that it mattered. It wasn’t the first time she’d had the flashbacks and she doubted it would be the last. Sometimes the tiniest triggers would send her crashing into the past; the singing of steel as Ryuu practiced his Battojutsu (art of drawing the sword), or the feel of the grass beneath her as the pair sparred in the garden outside the Dojo. Today it had been the habitual act of wrapping her hands and wrists. She always prepared herself for battle or practice with the same ceremonial care, believing that if she treated both equally, she would never grow complacent or over confident before a true fight.

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"are you fit now?"

[/ QUOTE ] Ryuu’s voice carried the same calm, collected tone he always spoke with.

Toru turned her head slightly, looking at him over her shoulder with a slight nod. “Fit enough,” she stated tersely. She brushed past him, swinging her locker door closed with a bit more force than she’d intended. A metallic “bang” resounded, causing several students to scatter as she approached the locker room exit. However, one remained; one of the new male students clad in a deep, crimson colored Gi. In his hand he held a katana. Toru wondered if Ryuu already knew the stranger. She tried to get a better look at his masked face without being too obvious as she drew closer.

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"Is there a problem here?" Pyre asked sheathing his sword.

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Toru’s eyes narrowed at him and she said nothing as she breezed by, leaving him and Ryuu to watch her depart, taking long, determined strides toward the practice mats. She hadn’t intended to be outright rude to him, she just didn’t know how to explain the situation to a total stranger, nor did she care to at the moment. She was too angry with herself. And usually, Toru had a habit of taking her frustrations out whoever was closest at the time. She really wasn’t up to the lecture Ryuu would later give her if she lit into a total stranger.

There was something about his presence that was …different…than most of the other students she’d had contact with. Vaguely, she wondered if he was a villain, but she wouldn’t know without asking. The Dojo had a reputation as a “neutral faction” organization, catering to the training needs of both hero and villain students of a wide range of ages. The registration applications didn’t even have a denomination check box for hero or villain.

Because the Dojo was a neutral zone, the Soke (headmaster of the school) had very strict rules about violence and physical contact between students. Students were required to wear a Gi (uniform) void of any obvious Hero or Villain insignia. Family crests or insignia marking the student’s rank or skill level were allowed, as well as any details that displayed the student’s style preference, be it Jujutsu, Kenjutsu, Judo, Aikido, the list goes on. Toru favored the Tiger embroidered on her Gi, while Ryuu favored the Dragon. They were fitting symbols, as her name translates to Tiger while his translates to Dragon.

Real weapons were allowed to be carried or used in practice by students who had reached the appropriate skill level to be considered competent enough to teach the style in the absence of a Sensei. Students below such skill level were required to utilize the wooden or plastic replicas provided by the school. There was also to be no fighting, physically or verbally between students, unless it was on the sparring mats or part of a class. And the use of magical abilities was strictly prohibited. The Dojo was a place to hone one’s natural, physical prowess and mental focus. If students wanted to practice magic, they could attend classes at Paragon University.

Within the Dojo, there were constant reminders of the Bushido way. The organization firmly instilled the way of the warrior in all students regardless of their personal religious beliefs or lack thereof. They were not required to convert their way of life outside the Dojo, but they were expected to uphold the Bushido beliefs within its walls.

Beautifully designed tapestries adorned the walls and tiles of the facility. Some of them described in great detail, the Bushido Tenets (code of the Samurai). There were display cases as well, each containing one of the 10 Dan Ranks (black belt degrees). They acted as inspiration and encouragement for the students to dedicate themselves to their training in the hopes of attaining such levels of expertise.

Surrounding each classroom and the sparring mats, were more banners, each stating one of the seven virtues: Gi (rectitude) yu (courage) jin (benevolence) rei (respect) makoto (honesty) meiyo (Honor, Glory) and chugi (loyalty). These virtues were often spoken aloud by the students while performing katas in large groups. Many of the Sensei felt that hearing these chants enhanced the student’s ability to enter a state of Zanshin (a state of relaxed alertness) before pairing off to spar. In this state, one must remain alert and focused, physically ready to instantly respond to an attack or execute a counter attack on an opponent.

Toru admired the organization’s efforts to transform the undisciplined into the elite. But she was the rebellious twin, the non-conformist, disciplined only when training or in battle. She did her best to follow the Bushido way, but no one is perfect, especially her. Ryuu was the disciplined one. He was the calm to her storm and without him, she probably would not have progressed as far as she had in their past life. Part of her had balked at the idea of becoming a student at the Dojo, feeling as though the two of them together did not need to seek formal training any longer. However, Ryuu and his knack for getting her to see reason, had won that particular battle. They would train religiously at the Dojo, for it could only serve to enhance their abilities farther. It helped that the place reminded her of home in many ways.

Upon reaching the training mats, Toru noticed several students already warming up for the day’s Aikido session. She chose a less crowded area on the mats and began stretching her agile limbs. She preferred the empty-hand fighting style of Karate above all else, reveling in the power she could wield with a well-placed kick or punch. But Aikido had its benefits as well, teaching the students the proper way to use striking, throwing and joint locking techniques to their full advantage.

The sound of clashing steel reached her ears. The Kenjutsu class had already begun in the garden. She sighed softly, wondering if Ryuu would be joining the other students while they practiced the art of the sword. Part of her wished she could sneak out and watch, as she had always enjoyed watching Ryuu practice with his katana. It was even more fun to watch him defeat his opponents. She was about to do just that, when Sensei's voice rose above the low murmurs of the students.

“Too late to sneak off now” she thought to herself. Sensei would know if she were not there. He had a keen eye and was constantly alert to where his students were. He was a strict but devoted teacher, determined to bring out the best in all of his students. Even the hapless, undisciplined ones like Toru.

((Ok, having learned the propper etiquette from my first rp thread, I give you the rules for the Dojo:

1.) you don't have to be from the Virtue server to participate
2.) You don't have to be a scrapper or stalker to participate
3.) There are no location restrictions
4.) Have fun, use your imaginations, and the rp fun will flow.
5.) Heroes and Villains are welcome to participate.
6.) try to adhere to teh dojo rules, which you'll see in my 2nd post.

This thread starts off by introducing Tsuki Toru and her twin brother, Tsuki Ryuu. Toru is played by me, while Ryuu is masterfully played by a good friend. I hope you enjoy these two as much as I do.

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“What a strange world the Circle of Thorns has brought us back to. “ Tsuki Toru thought to herself as she finished wrapping her hands in the locker room of the Dojo of the Lurking Shadow.

Everywhere she looked there was some new technology to learn about. Every time a stranger spoke to her, it was as if in a foreign tongue, the terms and slang of today difficult to understand. Scantily clad women put them selves on display in an effort to attract male attention, often the wrong kind. Men seem to have little honor, seeking their pleasures with multiple partners regardless of how long they have been acquainted. Life in parts of Paragon City is a far cry from what it was in Japan 200 years ago.

“Have they no self-respect?” she muttered to herself, unaware she was speaking her thoughts out loud again. Several other students gave her odd looks from the other end of the locker room, but she didn’t even notice. There was so much to learn, she felt overwhelmed by all of it. She wondered if Ryuu felt the same way.

Toru was grateful he was there with her, for this new life would be difficult to endure without her twin brother. Sometimes she woke up screaming in the night, still feeling the killing blow that struck them down all those years ago. She re-lived that moment in her dreams as if it were happening all over.

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It was a battle of epic proportions. The bodies of fallen soldiers littered the hillside upon which they fought. The grass grew slick and red with the blood of so many brave men and women. Their Emperor had been escorted safely from the battle as it raged in what was once a peaceful valley.


Toru and her brother fought side by side as they always did, not as two separate warriors, but as one lethal killing machine, honed to perfection from years of discipline and practice. But fate was not on their side that day. Somehow they had become separated from the main battle. It was just the two of them against more than half a dozen armor-clad enemy soldiers. To this day she was still amazed and horrified by what happened in the last moments of their former life


She had just broken the neck of one soldier, when another rushed at her, the afternoon sun reflecting off the blade of his Samurai sword. She was momentarily blinded from the flash of light, and a heavy fist connected with her jaw. She stumbled back from the blow, managing to keep her footing. Exhausted, she struggled to avoid each vicious slash of his sword, depending on speed and agility to keep her alive. But the Gods did not see fit to spare Toru that day, for she tripped over the corpse of an enemy soldier, falling heavily to the ground. She scurried back on her elbows in an effort to roll to her feet. She was too fatigued and he was to new to the fight, his Samurai armor still pristine, no traces of her fallen comrades to act as a badge of his prowess.


He raised his weapon over his head, bringing it down swiftly as he aimed for her heart. Toru managed to roll away, but in the wrong direction. There was another waiting for her to make a fatal move. His blade was true, sinking itself deeply into her chest. The pain was like a searing brand scoring through her flesh. In the distance she heard Ryuu’s scream of rage, vaguely recalling the sound of his blade singing as he took down both men who’d participated in her demise. Toru’s vision grew dark as she lay there bleeding her essence into the land she had spent her young life defending.


Toru opened her eyes slowly, and Ryuu was there, pulling her into his arms as he tried to stay the flow of blood staining her robes. His lips moved but she heard not a word he said. She tried to use her arms to push him away, to make him leave and save himself from the same fate, but her limbs would not cooperate. She struggled to cry out as a shadow fell over them, but no sound came out.


Ryuu’s body convulsed suddenly as an enemy blade ran him through, delivering a fatal blow. He slumped forward, falling to the ground beside his sister, turning his head to meet her gaze. He clutched his sword and raised it in an effort to deflect yet another blow. The ringing of steel meeting steel thundered in Toru’s ears, the sound seeming very far away. Her gaze slid toward the enemy towering above them, preparing to deliver another attack. Using the last of his strength, Ryuu managed to rise to his knees, then fell across her inert form as the Samurai’s sword came down one last time.


Toru felt his body jerk violently as the blade was driven into his back, but it did not stop there. The force of the blow drove the blade deeper, impaling the both of them before striking the earth beneath her back. His pained expression broke her heart, for very rarely did Ryuu show any emotion. She watched the light slip from his eyes before his head fell to her chest, his last breath used to whisper her name. Toru closed her eyes as she felt his heart cease to beat, welcoming the darkness that beckoned. Death did not take long to claim her.

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Toru did not realize that her thoughts had caused her to re-live the nightmare until the soothing sound of Ryuu’s voice brought her back to reality. He sat there on the locker room floor, rocking her until her screams were reduced to pitiful sobs. Apparently, one of the other students had gone for help as soon as she’d gone into her blind hallucinations.

Toru slowly became aware of their surroundings, her bleary gaze focusing first on the dragon embroidered on Ryuu’s Gi. She jerked away hastily, scrambling to her feet as she brushed angrily at her tear-streaked cheeks. Ryuu, his expression as calm and collected as ever, rose to his feet in one fluid movement. He simply stood there, arms crossed over his chest as he waited for her to get her wits about her. They spoke not a word, their bond as twins enough for them both to know that she loathed herself for her weakness over the memories. She would take her self-loathing out on herself in training as she always did, pushing her body to the point of exhaustion; exercising the demons if only for a short time.

She couldn’t understand why the past still haunted her so often. Could something have gone wrong during the ritual that brought them back from the netherworld? Was she losing her mind, or had she lost it long ago when she watched her brother die beside her? They were alive once more, far from the war-torn existence they once knew. For some unknown reason, they’d been given a second chance. So why was she still plagued with the violent memory of their deaths, and the incessant feeling that their days as warriors were far from over?

((I'd like to suggest a sticky for this thread if possible. I think more people would share their descriptions if the thread was always visible. Just my humble 2 cents))

Name: Schayde le Umbra
Alias: Schayde (hero) or Schayde the Shadow (villain)
Age: 123

Associated threads:

Shadow Manor


First, I will give you a few definitions for clarification:

Shadow Walker: A Demon who walks between the Shadow and Human Realms, the shadow realm serving as a gateway between the Demon and Human worlds. Shadow Walkers derive their powers from the Shadow Realm, enabling them to use their abilities freely in both worlds. There have been rare instances where Shadow Walkers have been borne of other races, such as the Garou. However, these cases are extremely rare, the abilities taking years to fully develop.

Physical traits vary from one Demon Shadow Walker to the next, however there are several inherent traits they all share:

- Minimal amounts of sunlight are tolerable to the Shadow Walker, as time spent in the Shadow Realm makes their eyes and skin extremely vulnerable to harsh UV rays.
- Their saliva produces a healing agent when combined with the Shadow Walker’s blood, or the blood of another preternatural being. (i.e. Lycanthropes, other Demons, and some magical beings)
- Each Shadow Walker has a set of fangs that never retract.
(These first three traits often lead others to mistake a Shadow Walker as a vampire, but they are not kin to the Nosferatu, as they do not need to consume blood to survive)
- Shadow Walkers have either very pale, or very dark grayish-black complexions, depending on the position of the moon upon their conception. Lighter skin tones mean conception occurred as the moon was newly risen. Darker complexions mean conception occurred closer to the setting of the moon.

Ulfric: The term meaning “Werewolf King” often used in place of the clan leader’s name. (This term is borrowed from the “Anita Blake Vampire Hunter” series, written by Laurell K. Hamilton)

Lupa: The term used for the mate of the Ulfric. (This term is borrowed from the “Anita Blake Vampire Hunter” series, written by Laurell K. Hamilton)

Character Description:

Name: Schayde le Umbra (Romanian Surname loosely translates to “The Shadow”)
DOB: May, 1884
POB: The Moldavian region of Romania, near the foothills of the Carpathian Mountains.
FAMILY: Father: Unknown at this time but he is a Demon. Mother: Natasha Myserae le Umbra, she refuses to use the le Umbra surname. She was human, but now immortal due to circumstances explained below. 4 brothers: Mo’ordin (and three others who have not been introduced. The father, mother and 3 brothers may be created by anyone who wishes to rp them. Please contact me on the boards or in game to let me know if you pick up the persona of one of these characters. Mo’ordin is a villain character played by another person. I will update the community as needed.)
Physical Attributes: 5'9, 125lbs, Red hair, almost burgundy in color, gently sloping horns that curve below her ears, crimson eyes, demon fangs, pale porcelein complexion, fond of leather, chains, and stiletto boots.
ABILITIES: Schayde is an extremely talented martial artist, having trained since childhood. She uses her body as a weapon, in addition to the dark powers she derives from the Netherworld.

HISTORY:

Born to a human mother and a Demon father, Schayde is a Shadow Walker, a being capable of existing in both worlds. Her mother, Natasha Myserae le Umbra, is a woman of great beauty, but her heart is black, for her ambitions and lust for power supercede all things in life. She sold her soul in exchange for the power to seduce Schayde’s father. At this time, the identity of her Demon Sire is unknown, for her mother refuses to tell her anything about him.

Schayde’s mother purposefully conceived the night she seduced her lover, her intent: use the child as a bargaining tool to place herself in a more prestigious position. Her plan backfired when she birthed a daughter instead of the son her lover desired. Schayde’s sire never even held her the night she was born. Instead, he left Natasha, and to Schayde’s knowledge, he has had no contact with her since.

Furious that her plans had gone awry, Natasha sent the infant Schayde across the Black Sea, to the Rogue Islands to live with family. Schayde grew into womanhood under the care of these distant relatives. Over the years, her mother gave birth to four more children, all sons, each to a different man. The lifestyle of the wealthy and powerful is like a drug to Natasha. Of her four siblings, Schayde has met only Mo’ordin, the 1st born son. He too was sent to the Rogue Islands when Natasha had no further use of him.

Schayde remained in the Rogue Islands with Mo’ordin until 1917. During this time, she was wrongfully accused of murdering an influential political figure. She spent several months in the Rogue Island prison where they branded her as a mercenary with a small tattoo behind her left ear. Eventually she was cleared of any wrongdoing and released. However, to this day, she still bears the mark of her trade. Only those close to her know the mark she bears depicts the letter “M” followed by the number 1319, meaning she had been the prison’s 1,319th mercenary to be captured.

Mo’ordin was 10 years old when Schayde traveled back to Romania to confront her mother once more, demanding to know the identity of her father. When her mother refused, Schayde left Romania in a fit of rage, spending several years abroad in attempt to uncover any information on her own. In 1933, she returned to the Rogue Islands where she discovered that Mo’ordin had run away. She would not see him again until 2007; nearly 90 years from the last time she had seen him.

From 1933 to 1987, Schayde remained with her family in the Rogue Islands. An ancient feud between the le Umbra family and the Feralis Werewolf Clan had risen once more, resulting in skirmishes and assassination attempts on a regular basis. Confrontations between the two bloodlines decreased by mid 1988, leading most to believe the uprising had been temporary. During this time, Natasha traveled to the Rogue Islands to seek an audience with her estranged daughter.

Schayde never learned the reason for her mother’s unexpected visit, for on the night of her arrival, the Feralis Clan launched a surprise assault on the le Umbra estate, slaughtering most of the people within its walls. The remaining women and children were taken as captive slaves by the Feralis Clan. Schayde and her mother were taken to the Feralis stronghold to be enslaved or executed. Natasha, accustomed to using her beauty and her children as bargaining chips, was able to convince the clan’s leader, Dimitri, to release her. In exchange, he would get to keep Schayde and gain a political alliance with the man whose child she carried.

Dimitri agreed to Natasha’s terms, as he had been drawn to Schayde’s youthful beauty and innocence. By this time, Schayde was 104 years old, making her roughly 14 in human years. Her ability to walk in both the Demon and Human realms had drastically altered her ability to age. Physically, she stopped aging around 1907, leaving her with the alluring figure of a 23-year-old woman but the wisdom of one who had lived two lifetimes.

Dimitri Feralis took Schayde as his bride against her will. She endured two years of torment and humiliation at the hands of the werewolf leader and his clan. In 1990, Schayde conceived a daughter. The child was given the name Daciana, a Romanian name for “wolf”, as she was the clan’s first half-breed progeny.

At a very young age, Daciana began to show signs of being a Shadow Walker, as well as the ability to shape-shift with each full moon. Thirteen years later, an uprising occurred within the ranks of the clan. A young, ambitious male, Rafe BloodMoon, rose from the ranks to challenge Dimitri for his place as leader. Clan law required Dimitri to meet any challenge to his rule in a fight to the Death. The older werewolf never stood a chance against Rafe, and he fell in battle quickly.

Rafe took his place as leader, after which the clan became known as the BloodMoon Clan. He proved to be a tyrannical leader, but the clan thrived under his rule. He had very little honor, but had granted Schayde one boon. He would not force her to accept him as her mate. He would court her, and she would come to him on her own free will.

Schayde, no longer property of the clan’s former leader, considered leaving, but her daughter was developing abilities that Schayde could not begin to understand. She needed a strong Lycan influence in order to survive the changes she would endure. So Schayde chose to remain with the clan, managing to resist Rafe’s amorous advances for several years.

Eventually, Rafe’s charm won her over and she took her place at his side, Lupa to the Ulfric, mate of the werewolf king. Rafe’s demeanor changed drastically not long after the two became lovers. He became abusive both mentally and physically, and did not attempt to hide the fact that he had a wandering eye. Schayde had been nothing more than a conquest. He had desired her, got what he wanted, and grew bored quickly. It wasn’t long before Schayde began to hear whispered rumors of Rafe’s liaisons with other females in the Clan; particularly that Schayde’s own daughter, now 16, had caught his roving eye.

Schayde tolerated Rafe and his abuse for a year before she grew tired of the strain of dealing with a possessive, unfaithful mate. She had decided to leave Rafe and the clan, but first she had to consult with her daughter. Schayde approached Daciana with her intentions, but her daughter wanted nothing to do with her plans. Daciana had grown into a vain, ambitious young woman accustomed to getting what she wanted, much like her grandmother. She disowned Schayde as her mother, stating that the Clan was her true family. If her mother didn’t wish to be at Rafe’s side, she would be happy to take her place.

Schayde sought an audience with Rafe the night she planned to leave. She told him her reasons for her decision, none of which went over well with him. They fought viciously, Schayde barely escaping with her life. Rafe refused to accept her leaving, as he viewed her as property, swearing to bring her back to the Clan.

Schayde went into hiding for several months before picking up the shattered pieces of her life. Now a woman free of tyrannical clan life, she owns Shadow Manor, an estate on the outskirts of Kings Row. Believing herself safe from Rafe’s influence, she resumed her career as a Mercenary, taking jobs as she saw fit, not caring which faction employed her. She also decided she needed a social life, so she took a part time job tending bar in Pocket D, Paragon’s hottest nightclub. Little did she know, doing so would place her in danger once more……..


((recent in-game events have altered her DNA drastically, but how and why will not be revealed until later in the Shadow Manor thread))

((Ok, most of you know I'm fairly new to the server and forum, so I am requesting some clarification on a few things.

For example: Is it considered poor form to participate in multiple threads with the same character, when each thread could have them in a different place, doing different things?
(i.e. in the Shadow Manor thread, schayde is on duty tending bar in Pocket D. But I'd really like to contribute to a few other threads as a way to say thanks to others for contributing to mine.)

I'll post other questions here as they arise, but that one is foremost in my mind ATM. Thanks in advance for any feedback.))

Schayde kept the man in white in her peripheral vision after serving him the “Man Killer, suddenly wishing she knew his name. She didn’t want to ask because it would seem like she was hitting on him…and she didn’t want to scare off a potential regular on her first night. She was anxious to see how he reacted to the drink, for it was the first “man killer” ever served. She smiled inwardly, and then spoke to the woman who had ordered the wine.

“Good evening Rose,” Schayde smiled as she set a glass of red wine before the beautiful woman standing opposite her. Rose was a regular at the club. Though it was Schayde’s first night on the job, she had spent quite a bit of time hanging out in Pocket D. She’d just taken care not to get noticed by most people.

“Oh, thank you dear,” Rose replied in her soft-spoken tone as she lifted the glass with slender fingers, swirling its contents. Schayde nodded and made small talk with her for a few moments.

Rose was a rare beauty, her lustrous hair a shade of midnight unlike anything Schayde had seen before. She was a heady mixture of sharp wit and soft-spoken charm, which made her one of Schayde’s favorite regulars. She carried herself with dignity and grace; Schayde admired that. When a woman looks the way Rose does, she winds up fending off all manner of male attention. In many cases, Schayde wouldn’t blame her for hauling off and beating the tar out of some of the cads that hit on her. But Rose was a master at deflecting unwanted advances, sometimes before they even got a chance to bring on the cheesy pickup lines! She was never rude, and always softened any let down with a polite smile or kind word. Schayde was curious to know more about the young woman. For example, why did the intricate ring on her finger often cause a shadow to pass over her pretty face? She just hadn’t worked up the nerve to ask. Something told her the conversation would be best shared over drinks between friends rather than between bartender and customer. Sometimes a woman can just sense these things.

It was easy to lose track of time while idly chatting with Rose. Schayde had just topped off the woman’s wine glass when she heard an all-too-familiar request.

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"A shot and a brew, Schayde, and keep 'em coming."

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She turned toward the voice, bestowing a smile upon its owner; Power Breaker, yet another regular she’d met before starting her job. She’d affectionately dubbed him “Breaker” after a rowdy night of shots and darts. He hadn’t meant to, but he’d thrown a dart so hard it had shattered the board! Sometimes the big guy just seemed to forget his own strength.

Tonight he was keeping company with a Tanker she’d never seen before. She reached beneath the bar for a bottle of Captain Morgan and a clean shot glass. After pouring the amber liquid, she placed it before him, as well as a frothy beer. She smiled and winked as she watched him toss back the first shot. As soon as he’d set the glass down, she had refilled it, knowing he’d request another once his beer was finished.

“Won another coin-toss I see.” She said as she gestured toward the large Tanker beside him with a tilt of her head. On a number of occasions, Schayde had seen him tossing a coin to determine which bar he would hang out in. She made eye contact with the stranger as she waited for his order. His request was just a beer, which earned him some good-natured ribbing from Power Breaker. His response made Breaker chuckle. He turned to Schayde with a mild grin.

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"What do you think, Shady? You think the big bad tanker's gettin' soft in his old age?"

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Schayde laughed softly, shaking her head. “Darlin’, I’m not touchin’ that one. I’ve seen the size of his boot, and I’m not fond of the thought of having it surgically removed from my rear.” She winked at the pair and started to move toward the other end of the bar. “Let me know if you need anything else fellas.”

Schayde’s gaze fell upon the man in white again; noting that he’d removed his hat and jacket, but had not yet consumed his drink. Her gaze traveled over the well-muscled expanse of his elaborately tattooed chest. It took a great deal of effort to keep her expression neutral. It wouldn’t do to let the entire bar see her swoon over blond hair and muscles, especially not with Breaker sitting a few feet away. She’d never hear the end of it then!

“Ah, making the paramedic’s job easier for when you keel over eh?” she chuckled, leaning her hip against the bar. He didn’t reply. He just inhaled deeply, his eyes glowing like blue flames. Schayde’s mouth fell open slightly when in a matter of seconds, the man before her transformed into an honest to darkness white wolf! The crowd’s reaction was slightly less impressed than hers. She’d seen Lycans change form, but it was nothing like what she’d just witnessed. Lycans were ….messy. What this man had done….her mind was still trying to wrap around it….

She watched with a raised brow as he proceeded to practically pour the drink down his throat. She could smell the alcohol fumes from where she stood and her eyes watered a bit. She jumped, startled when he slammed the glass onto the counter. He seemed no worse for wear….at first…..but she smirked at him when he sat back down and nearly lost his balance. He didn’t know it…..but he’d be feeling the full effects in about…….5 minutes. Schayde looked at her watch and chuckled.

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”Huh. Interesting. In that case, I’ll take one of those things.”

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Schayde turned at the request. “Ahh, I’m in a hurry, Jose….” She murmured softly, recognizing the troll from earlier. Her stomach fluttered a bit nervously each time he looked at her, terrified that he’d recall seeing her at Rafe’s mansion at some point. It wouldn’t be safe for her anymore, if Rafe knew she was here. Nodding, she mixed Ogre his “man killer” while he got the crowd riled up, suggesting they make it a contest between himself and the wolfman, bets and all. Either the troll was really brave, really cocky, or just plain crazy. At any rate, he was going to earn himself a healthy hangover by tomorrow morning.

Schayde placed the troll’s drink before him, as well as another for the white wolf. At that moment, an extremely tall figure loomed over the bar. Schayde’s gaze traveled upward until she was forced to tilt her head back in order to look the person in the eye. A deeply tanned Demon loomed over her. All she could do was stare for a moment, unable to believe how many fascinating beings had decided to pick tonight, of all nights, to hang out at the “D”.

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”When you find a moment, I’ll take a pitcher of what ever you just served the wolf man there……mixed with vodka, if you don’t mind.”

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The Demon smiled at her, almost as if he were being sympathetic. Schayde opened her mouth to protest, thinking that it might not be wise to consume such a large serving of this new drink. But then she realized just how large the Demon was…..not only that, but if he was anything like her, he probably wouldn’t feel the effects of the alcohol anyway. Schayde grinned inwardly. She drank purely for the social enjoyment of the act. She’d won many a drinking contest because her challengers weren’t aware of her inability to become intoxicated. So she returned his smile, flashing her own delicately pointed Demon fangs.

By the time she’d finished mixing his pitcher, he’d made himself comfortable between two booths. She couldn’t leave her place behind the bar while on duty, so she had one of the mini-skirt-clad-waitresses deliver the Demon’s drink. She glanced over at him, nodding when they briefly made eye contact. He was watching the Troll and Wolf with an expression she couldn’t quite interpret. It wasn’t an all-together “bad” look that he bestowed upon them. But it sill made her nerves flutter.

Yes, tonight was getting very, very interesting………………………….

Rafe sat behind his desk in his study, wide shoulders framed by the carved back of his chair. He glanced at his reflection in the computer monitor, scowling slightly, which only made his mood grow darker. He really needed to stop brooding about the place. He had a….business to run, and an elusive ex-lover to find.

Raking a hand through his short, black hair, he shuffled through a stack of maps and reports, sifting for any bit of information that could be considered useful. A sound of utter frustration escaped him as file after file revealed practically nothing. He shoved the papers aside and rose to his feet, pacing before the open window.

Eight damn months had passed and still there had been no sign of her. Not a single one of his spies had seen so much as a fleeting glimpse on the street. His gaze slid to the portrait above the fireplace. Schayde’s crimson eyes looked back at him, her porcelain features forever wrought in canvas and paint.

Rafe clenched his fists, crossing his arms over his chest as he forced himself to tear his gaze away from the painting. His bitterness over her leaving him had not faded. No one left Rafe BloodMoon until he deemed fit. His determination to bring her back was not out of undying love or anything remotely romantic. He simply wanted her to suffer. He took comfort in knowing that when he found her, he’d play a very big part in her torment.

A shadow fell across the marble floor behind Rafe. He stiffened momentarily as cold, delicate hands rested upon his back. A soft figure pressed against him, arms moving possessively around his waist. “I wonder….” a female voice purred in his ear, “what it would take to remove the scowl from you face.”

Rafe’s shoulders relaxed as he grasped the wrists about his waist and freed him self of the woman’s embrace. “Daciana, I don’t have time for your games.” he muttered impatiently. “Don’t you have….teenager things you could be doing, instead of wasting my valuable time?”

Daciana scowled slightly at his mocking tone, her chin rising stubbornly. “I am not a child Rafe; there is no need to speak to me as if I were.” She turned her head toward the window angrily, the silken curtain of her black hair whispering against her shoulders and obscuring his view of her face.

Rafe lifted his gaze to her once more, “I’m well aware of that fact already…” his words trailed off as he allowed himself a moment to really look at her. She was of average height, slender build, with well proportioned curves and black hair that fell to her waist in shimmering layers. She dressed rather scantily for her age, but this was not uncommon in his werewolf Clan. Aside from those minor traits, her similarities to the average teenage girl came to an abrupt end.

Daciana Feralis, the daughter of the late Dimitri Feralis, was what some might deem an abomination. Her father had been a Werewolf, and was in fact the leader of this clan before Rafe had challenged him for the position…..and defeated him. Her mother was a Demon that had been enslaved by the Feralis Clan. Her beauty drew Dimitri to her like a moth to a flame, so he took her, against her will, as his child bride. She was 106 years old at the time. In the realm of humanity, that is roughly equivalent to 16 years of age. Daciana was conceived, bringing forth the Feralis Clan’s first half-breed progeny. To this day, the Clan studies her, testing her abilities and powers. If Dimitri were alive today, he would be proud of his wicked daughter.

“Still obsessing over HER”, Daciana glowered at the painting above the mantle, jealousy biting at her. “Why don’t you just give up…..take a new mate?” she smiled suggestively as she sashayed over to his chair and leaned into him.

He waved her away with a dismissive hand. “As I said, I don’t have time for your foolishness today Daciana. Now leave me be, I have work to do!” His tone had taken an edge that she was all too familiar with. She was torn between staying to needle him further, or depart to save herself from his wrath. Both were somewhat pleasurable to experience….except one usually left her bleeding on the floor.

“Very well,” she cooed in his ear before slinking away and out the door. As soon as the chamber closed behind her, her expression hardened and the seductive air about her turned to a palpable hatred toward Schayde, so thick, she thought she would choke on it. It angered her that Rafe was still so determined to bring her back. Daciana had succeeded in seducing him after Schayde’s disappearance. True, she was 17, and not nearly as experienced as the much older woman. But she had managed to get her hooks in him, and that was all that mattered for now. That Demoness was the one thing standing in the way of Daciana’s plans. It was time for her to remove the obstacle…..

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Schayde ducked as a glass bottle shattered on the wall above her head, spraying warm beer everywhere. The crowd was getting rowdier, and she’d overheard whispers about superadine. Apparently there was a guy in the club that could really hook a person up. Just then, a blood curdling scream came from one end of the bar as an unfortunate hero was thrown over the balcony. She shook her head, using a handful of napkins to soak up some of the beer from her chest and arms. No one said this job wouldn’t be dangerous or easy, and it was a hell of a lot more exciting than pushing papers in some office. She would just have to learn to take the good with the bad.

Her thoughts were interrupted and her sad attempts to clean herself off came to a halt when she heard,

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"I'll take anything. No time to be picky, I need to be somewhere."

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She looked up, nodding at the troll’s request, noting the faint red glow fading from around his hands. “A superadine junky,” she thought to herself as she poured him a double shot of Jose Quervo. “This ought to bring him down from his high a bit faster”. She skewered a lime slice with a miniature plastic sword and dropped it in the glass. “Bottoms up” she said, sliding the glass across the bar.

It was then, that she noticed the crimson spade crest upon his jacket. She turned away quickly, acting as though she’d been summoned by another customer. That spade meant he was affiliated in some way with the Furioso family, and she knew that Rafe did…business…with them on a regular basis. She let her hair fall forward on one side to obscure her face a bit, and prayed that he had not recognized her.

A handful of customers later, the troll still had not said anything to indicate that he knew who she was, so she breathed a bit easier. She glanced down the bar, checking glasses and noticed the blond man remained where she’d last seen him. He seemed a bit more relaxed than earlier, but then again, a drink or two will do that for just about anyone. The man grinned, once more conjuring an image of a wolf in her imagination. “A white wolf…” she thought absently.

Schayde caught a glimpse of him tapping on the bar to get her attention.

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"Bartender, I'll take a drink that will kill a man," he said with a large smirk on his face. He loosened his tie slightly and tipped his hat to the green man across the bar.

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She walked over to where he sat, trying to suppress a smirk. “Kill a man you say?” she said, her Romanian accent drawing out her words just a bit. She paused, tapping her chin as if thinking very deeply on the task at hand. “I think I have just the thing….” She proceeded to rummage behind the bar, selecting six different bottles of alcohol. All of them were un-labeled; the only thing marking their differences was that each bottle cap was a different color. These were Schayde’s special stash, used for mixing her signature creations. Only she knew what types of alcohol were in them, and she would take the secret to her grave. She was after all, opening her own club….eventually.

She proceeded to pour a little from each bottle into a tall glass, the contents of each one matching the color of its cap. As she poured, murmurs rose around her, for several customers had noticed that the liquids did not blend into one murky substance. Instead, they swirled and curled around each other in a riotous display of colors. She held the glass up, eye level to the man she’d secretly dubbed “the white wolf”.

“I give you….the Man Killer”, she announced with a flourish, setting the man’s drink before him. In truth, she’d just invented it, and he had inspired it, so it seemed fitting to name it in his honor, so to speak. If only he knew just how swiftly it would knock him on his rear.

“It’s a good thing you’re already sitting….” She said with a wink as she turned to a lovely, red-haired woman whom had just ordered a glass of wine.

If you click the link in my sig, it takes you to a page with my in game bio on it. (the paragraph labeled "description".)

I still have to do the webpages for Rafe and Daciana, but they'll be added soon enough.

The crowd in the bar grew larger by the hour and the room grew stifling. A thin haze of cigarette smoke hovered above the bar, swirling its way toward the neon lights in the ceiling. Schayde served drinks non stop, some familiar, others unlike anything she’d ever seen or smelled before. She hadn’t had a break since arriving, and the other waitress behind the bar was no help at all. She cast a glare in the girl’s direction, rolling her eyes as the bimbo flapped her arms. Schayde bit her lip to hide a smirk, thinking the girl’s dancing looked a lot like a version of the chicken dance on crack.

Schayde had her back to the bar for only a moment, when a deep, resonating male voice rose over the steady techno beat vibrating throughout the club.

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"I'll take a gin and tonic, heavy lime."

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She turned at the request, instantly struck by the notion that the voice fit the man. He was sitting on one of the stools, one elbow resting on the bar as he flicked cigar ashes into an empty beer can. She guessed that he would be well over six feet tall. His build was beyond athletic, but far from heavy. He looked as though he might be able to bench press an eighteen wheeler. Broad shouldered with well muscled biceps, he wore a white, tailored suit that hugged his body like a fitted glove. His manner of dress was impeccable, right down to his cufflinks. Her gaze traveled upward, noting the silver wolf crest embossed on his jacket. Neatly cropped, blond hair was visible beneath a white fedora, which rode low over his eyes. It obscured her view of his face, save for a rather wolfish smile, which at the moment, was directed at her.

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye as she mixed his drink and pressed three lime wedges onto the rim of the glass. He dwarfed those around him, but he did not seem bothered by the fact that he stood out. He seemed completely at home perched on that bar stool. Of course, she had no way of knowing that despite his apparent ease, he was highly aware of his surroundings….religiously so.

“Bartender…..bartender!” a shrill, impatient voice called to her from the other end of the bar. She lifted her gaze to the antsy customer, signaling that she would be with them in a moment.

Setting the gin and tonic in front of the mysterious stranger, she offered a slight smile. “Heavy enough for ya?” she indicated toward the limes. “Let me know if I can get’cha anything else….” Her voice trailed off as she moved farther down the bar to wait on her other customers.

819.) The ice blaster is not a traveling snow cone salesman.

ooookaaaay, lets see, the list is still a work in progress for my toons, but I'll share what I've got for Schayde and Rafe so far. I have a TON of alts but haven't had a chance to develop their personalities enough to choose theme songs yet. So here goes:

Schayde (hero) aka Schayde the Shadow (villain)

I chose this first song because Schayde walks that thin grey line between good and evil. (or would it be purple, because red and blue make purple....I digress...) She's a mercenary; a ruthless killer when necessary, yet capeable of mercy when she feels a need for it. This is her theme song anytime her villain side must take over. It's as if she speaks to the Light from the Darkness, trying to justify why she can't completly wash her hands of villainy.

Long Hard Road Out of Hell - Spawn Soundtrack - Marilyn Manson & The Sneaker Pimps

I wanna fly into yur sun
Need fear to make me numb
Live like a teenage Christ
I'm a saint
Got a date with suicide

Oh Mary, Mary
To be this young is oh so scary
Mary, Mary
To be this young
I'm oh so scared

I wanna live, I wanna love
But it's a long hard road out of hell
I wanna live, I wanna love
But it's a long hard road out of hell

You never said forever could ever hurt like this
You never said forever could ever hurt like this

Spinning my way out of hell
There's nothing left of soul to sell
I live fast, I die fast too
How many times I do this for you?
How many times I do this for you?........
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This song fits Schayde because its about living life based on your beliefs rather than conforming to the masses to fit in. (Plus the video cracked me up to watch jocks and goths playing football)) Schayde is a shining example of just that; a villainess mercenary that doesn't have a problem "sticking it to the man", good or evil. She goes where she will, chooses her battles when it suits her, and doesn't care if she gets dirty looks for enjoying the company of a Hero or two at the club. For Schayde this song isn't about religion, it's about setting her own values, following her own moral code, and not feeling a bit of guilt for it. ((i'm only posting an excerpt as some of the lyrics may offend those with strong religious convictions, and I like making friends, not enemies :P))

The Fight Song - Marilyn Manson - Resident Evil Soundtrack (i think)

....I'm not a slave, to a world that doesn't give a sh*t.

And when we were good, you just closed your eyes
So when we are bad, we're going to scar your minds.

fight, fight, fight, fight.........

You'll never grow up to be a big-rock-star-celbrated-victim-of-your-fame
The'll just cut our wrists like
cheap coupons and say that death
was on sale today........
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This next song is sort of a theme from her past, before and during her time with Rafe BloodMoon. More of her past will be revealed later in the "Shadow Manor" rp thread. I like this song because it's rap (which i don't normally like) with a techno vibe.

Pretty Piece of Flesh - One Inch Punch - Romeo & Juliet Soundtrack

I will, I will split you in two.
Say, say move.
I strike quickly being moved.
You're all, you're all dogs,
Yes, you're all dogs of the house,
a weak, weak, weak, weak slave,
a weak slave that goes to the wall,
Because I, I am
a pretty piece of flesh, I am
a pretty piece of flesh, I am
a pretty piece of flesh, I am
a pretty piece of flesh, I am........
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This song reflects upon her escape from the past (Rafe)

Brother Wolf Sister Moon - The Cult - Love Album

Embrace the wind with both arms
Stop the clouds dead in sky
Hang your head no more
And beg no more
Brother Wolf and Sister Moon
Your time has come
Brother Wolf and Sister Moon
Your time has come and the wind will blow my fears away
And dry my tears away
And the wind will blow my fears away
And dry my tears away
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And this last one for Schayde is for fun, because I'm a David Bowie fan (i named my cat Ziggy Stardust for crying out loud)) Schayde is a rebel! She's so bad, she's good. A killer capeable of love, friendship and loyalty whether red or blue.

Rebel Rebel - David Bowie

Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
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Theme Songs for Rafe BloodMoon:

Sympathy For the Devil - Rolling Stones

...I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made.....
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These next two are sorta stalker-mode, as he's blindly obsessed with Schayde, bent on destroying anyone/anything that gets in his way when it comes to her.

#1 Crush - Garbage

I would die for you, I would die for you
I 've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know tht you're mine.......

....See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time I'm talking
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored.......
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Forsaken - David Draiman of Disturbed - Queen of the Damned Soundtrack

I'm over it
You see I'm falling in a vast abyss
Clouded by memories of the past
At last I see
I hear it fading I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You fear them finding
Always whining
Take my hand
I'll be alive

You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you
Feeding
[censored]
Lust we hide from everyone

I'm over it
Why can't we be together?
Embrace it........
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The list needs work, but its getting there. I also enjoy listening to the "28 Days Later" soundtrack while I play, as well as Heinrich Gorecki's symphony NO. 3, symphony of sorrowful songs. There's just something about it that ......its hard to explain but I like it. :P Other than that, my music tastes are extremely diverse. Willing to listen to anything at least once :P All this talk about theme songs makes me wanna install FRAPS again and make some music videos!

There are times when I am reading an rp thread and just love particular scenes, however, I don't like to disrupt the flow of the thread by posting an ooc comment in it. I am sure many of you may agree with me. So I thought we should have a thread like this...to pay homage to those scenes that impress us, make us laugh, cry, or kneel before the author chanting "we're not worthy.." Feel free to add your favorite scenes.....just don't paste entire threads lol. If a scene you are referring to is extremely long, maybe provide a link to the actual thread it's in.

I absolutely loved this exerpt from Essex's "Roses are Awesome" V-day thread. The author of this particular bit is Mr. Grey. I applaud you sir, on your humor, for I laughed so hard, soda came out my nose, a temporary agony that was well worth it. I could just picture these fellows in my mind as the scene unfolds. Makes me want to read more about this comical pair.

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THUNK!

"Agh!"

A cherub flapped up to his boss and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Sir, I think this is a lost cause..."

"No," Eros replied, "I can make anybody love!"

"Sir... we've all read the reports on this guy. He just doesn't feel anything like that... It all gets torn apart inside his head and filed away into disused sections of his subconscious."

Eros let another arrow fly into Kipland Durj's back. The scrapper's soul let out another anguished cry as it clutched at it's metaphysical chest and clawed desperately at its back. The physical body scratched the back of its head.

"Come on!" Eros roared, "He's teamed with a group of women! Even those villains feel love today! This shouldn't be so difficult!"

"Will you knock it off!" Kip's soul suddenly shouted at Eros, "Don't make me come over there! I don't have TIME for a relationship!"

"Dammit, start feeling!" Eros screamed as he let fly another arrow, "You deserve to suffer like the rest of mankind today!"

"OW! That was my EAR!"

"Sir... 'suffer' is the wrong word..."

In physical reality, Kipland started swatting his left ear.

"What's wrong?" the shapely tanker he was working with intoned.

"I can't hear out of this ear all of a sudden," he replied, "Ope! There it goes."

"Oh good."

"That's it, I give up," Eros grumbled, "But before I go..."

"Sir..." the cherub winced as he saw his boss take a fist-full of arrows and take aim on the whole group.

"I'll get to that kid one way or another!" Eros screamed as he let fly.

Kip's face twitched a little and he scratched the back of his head again, "Man, what is going on... Hey, how long... until... uh..."

He noticed the girls he teamed with were suddenly all red-faced and looking away all of a sudden.

"What's wrong?" Kip checked his clothes for stains or unsightly openings, and, noticing nothing was amiss, suddenly had a horrible thought, "Is there something behind me?"

"N-no..." the tanker quivered out as Kip's face suddenly seemed to be framed with flowers in her vision, "N-nothing's wrong..."

Kip jumped back slightly when the girls collectively sighed.

"Sir, you remember the Bull of Minos, right?" the Cherub hissed as they flew away.

"Cripes! Why does everybody have to remind me of that!? I was defending my mother's honor, okay!?"

"Sir... It just serves as a reminder that your power can do just as much harm as it helps..."

"Oh, cram it, Steve!" Eros grumbled, "Who's next on my 'Overdue' list?"

The Cherub pulled a golden papyrus sheet out of thin air and consulted it.

"Oh... Oh cripes... Ezekiel Durj..."

"DAMMIT! How often do I have to deal with this jacked-up family!?"

"This might be easier, sir... He's one of those 'loved-and-lost' types... Being as he's our prior subject's father... and his ex-wife is in town... our records show it was not a falling out of love that caused their break-up..."

"They were in love, right?"

"Yes sir."

"So, a reconciliation..." Eros scratched his chin as they approached a bar in King's Row, "Hm, and they're both here. Oh good... I need a couple like this..."

"Sir," Steve groaned sternly, "You do remember we're not allowed to imbibe alcohol..."

"Yes..." Eros rolled his eyes.

"Also, sir, we're not allowed to videotape these things."

Eros glared angrily at his assistant.

"Shut up, Steve."


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Pheonyx, I'll be the "new kid" with ya. I've been an rper for years, but I'm new to CoH (been playing about a month) So even thought its still RP, it's a whole new community/environment to adjust to. So I'll see ya 'round :P

((I play on two servers but love Virtue for the RP aspect. I've met some very interesting people and skilled RPers. I've witnessed varying degrees of rp, from casual to extremely hardcore (as in never dropping character). There have been a few times since comeing to Virtue that I have been asked if I am an MRPer. I felt dumb because I had to ask a friend what that meant, and he told me lol. The rp terms have come a long way since I first began dabbling in yahoo rp chat rooms 10 years ago lol. Anyway, the next time I was asked if I was an MRPer, my response was something like, "well, I'm definately mature, but I'm not THAT kind of RPer lol." I was curteous with my response and they were just as polite back. Its my impression that the mature adults who wish to be discreet, will send a tell to inquire about your status as an RPer/MRPer. Usually, they are the ones that enjoy a little action in PRIVATE, rather than advertising around every corner that they are into cyber sex. My best tactic with MRP inqueries is to respectfully decline, because who am I to look down my nose at someone else for their rp preference? My philosophy is, when I start paying for their subscription to play, then I can boss them around about their rp style. Until then, I need to mind my own business over what they do at their keyboard :P :P :P Usually the blatantly explicit advances come from people who are immature to begin with, so even if you are the MRP type, you should probably stay away from the obvious ones. Chances are, they're some 15 year old trying to see how many people they can cyber with then laugh about it later.

Bottom line for the OP, don't let it drive you away from a game you obviously enjoy. Not ALL Rpers are like that. It just sounds like you've had a stroke of bad luck running into a few that don't care if they are crossing your boundary lines. My advice would be to handle each MRP inquery with dignity and class; politely inform them that you are NOT an MRPer, wish them a nice day, and go on about your business. If they keep sending you /tells and you don't want to talk to them, put them on /ignore. If they continue to follow you and emote sexually explicit material or harrass you in any other way, use the report or petition feature provided in game. Under no circumstances, should you argue with the offender or continue talking to them if you don't want to. If they continue to pester you after you've gently turned them down, they want attention, and their next goal will be to get some sort of reaction from you. Don't give them what they want by getting into a screaming match. As badly as we all itch to tell off annoying, ignorant, immature wierdos, it is oft best to be the bigger person and take the high road.

To close on a pleasant note, if you play on Virtue, look me up. I have many alts lol. And no, I won't ask if you're an MRPer :P :P :P ))