Seferin

Eyes widening, Amora dashed away from the incoming beams as fast as she could. Falling behind a large oak tree, she took a quick peek to the side, only to quickly jerk back as an energy beam nearly took off her nose. Cursing, she could only get a general sense of the attacker's direction across the lake.

Taking another look at the tower and the enemy that stood between her and her goal, she snarled, and summoned dark energy to her fists.

She was well aware that her assailant knew of her location. Crouching, she slowly made her way to another tree, then another, until she was able to get a somewhat closer view of her enemy.

Amora could only see dark metallic armour that tailored to his body, several odd devices and knacks that were attached as well. She distinctively recoiled when she saw the deadly rifle in his hands.

((I'm not enetirely too sure what your character looks like, so I just made this part really simple. =O))

She hissed softly, raising her hands, negative energy dripping down her arms as she did so. Anger, both from the Tower and her own thirst for vengeance, arose in her, and before she knew it, she had released a beam of energy herself.

"Die!" Amora screamed.

The forest was filled with the echoing cries of birds, the shifting branches as wind brushed against them, and Amora's footsteps, crunching the dead leaves beneath her feet as she walked. Her eyes were still fixated ahead, as cold and devoid as ever.

She seemed to be at complete ease. That is, until the ray of blue energy came out of nowhere and hit her on her left flank.

Tumbling over, she let out a surprised cry, falling to her knees. Wincing, she gingerly placed her hands over her left side, taking them away, only to examine her hand slick with blood. Flushed anger overrode the pain, and a creeping darkness once more appeared, covering her. There was now a hole on the side of her metalliac armour, pale skin with a deep gouge on the side.

Still sitting down, her eyes shifted from tree to tree, looking for any signs of movement. The darkness slowly flowed away from her, curling themselves out, seeking as well...

"Who's there?" She asked, her voice cold, "Show yourself. You don't want to make me... angry."

lol, Striperella. =P

(( Did that also count for the monster I fought? =P))

*thud*

Amora opened her eyes instantly, the cloud of sleep in which she had been resting immediately receding. She continued to lie down, arms neatly grasped across her stomach, dark hair flowing out perfectly behind her head. Dark eyes stared into the slowly dawning sky, stars still visible, moon peeking over a low hanging cloud, as if observing the woman down below.

Sitting up suddenly, she ran her fingers through her hair, to loosen sand that had been caught in it the night before. Brushing her hair casually back, she watched expressionlessly as several deer ran across the lake, in their pursuit, a large grey wolf. Birds fluttered frantically overhead as well.

She calmly stretched, and kicked the campfire she had burnt yesterday night.

"Blarhghhh..."

Turning her head sharply to the left, Amora raised her eyebrows slightly as a large, rotting creature ambled towards her, its jaw dropping as bright green fog slipped out. Flowing towards her, she could see the acidic fog obliterating everything in its path... And her, if she chose not to move.

She did, however, leaping nimbly to one side, landing on a giant rock nearby. Staring at the large monster with another expressionless face, she snorted.

"What a nice way to start off today, huh?" She murmured, then laughed.

The Atrocity seemed to be satsified when it saw that the spot where Amora had been standing was now charred and dead, but when it heard her laughter, its glowing green eyes fixed upon her again, and it let out another hideous growl. Raising both its fists high into the air, it charged at her.

Amora leapt away once more, this time landing near the lake. Lifting both her hands into the air as well, a dark miasmic energy formed around, partially shrounding her from view. The dark energy flowed around her, both serving as a shield and offensive mechanism. She smiled lazily, no trace of human emotion evident within her.

"Cmon, big fella," she purred, "You know you want me." With those words, Amora took off into the air suddenly, as dark feathered wings sprung from the darkness she had summoned, allowing her to fly a little distance onto the lake. The Atrocity, full of fury now, followed her.

As it wadded into the lake, Amora allowed the dark energy to flow across the water. On first contact, ice began to form, and then slowly spread... The large monster was unaware of the ice encasing it until it could no longer move. Its arms reached out at her over and over, its eyes full of hatred as it realized what she had done. Amora giggled to herself, and flew out of its reach, taunting it.

She almost screamed as a glob of acidic-saliva hit her, barely managing to dodge it. Feeling its sting on her left wing, she hissed, and flew a bit farther out of its reach.

Well, she thought, I won't be able to destroy it... And I'm not exactly able to harm it, either... Amora shrugged, turned around, and flew away from the screaming Atrocity.

Her feet touched down on the earth once more, several hundred feet away from the monster. Its screams, now faint, continued to wail through the air. Shaking off the energy, her body once more took on a humanoid form, clothed in metallic black armour scored with burnt runes and sigils. Sighing, she brushed the leaves off, glancing up into her surrounding of trees as she did so.

"It'll probably get itself free in a while. I better head off, now." Turning once more in the direction of the Tower, Amora could make out the top of the fortress above the trees. Setting her eyes on the dark spirals, she started walking.

((I'm going to be posting how Amora came to this Pocket Dimension... Some other time!))

((I have been approved! <3))

There was darkness. Pure and invading, silent and suffocating, cold and devoid.

And she was drowning in it.

Why? Her single thought pierced the abyss around her, sending ripples of discontent forward, awakening the beast that had watched her slumber.

Cold, numbing cold assaulted her, and she screamed soundlessly, her voice caught in her non-existent throat, the pain and agony unable to escape.

This was her prison, her damnation, her curse.

There is no hope. No hope for one such as you. The cold voice answered mockingly, and she screamed again, this time her voice filled with anger as well as pain.

She knew of nothing, only the darkness. Only the darkness that had surrounded her all her life. Always alone, always abandoned, never loved, cared or needed. Tormented.

Dimly, she could sense herself reaching out; only to grasp nothing as her hand closed around darkness. She let out a choked sob, feeling the tears of ice roll down her face.

I didn't ask for this! Her mind cried out, I never wanted this...

The darkness answered her once more, the coldness in its voice as substantial as the void she resided in.

Too bad. And then it laughed, mirthlessly.

Haunting Amora awoke bathed in a cold sweat, her hand held above her, grasping the darkness that taunted her dreams. Still breathing harshly from the nightmare, she slowly lowerd her hand, and continued to stare into the night sky. The stars overhead twinkled weakly, and a sudden cloud enveloped the moon, casting Amora into a shadow. Shivering, she sat up, wiping her brow as she did.

The fire had died down as she slept, its embers barely emitting any light. Brushing her hand against it, she watched as it died off completely, a think trail of smoke drifting lazily between her fingers. Reaching down, she grasped a piece of charred wood, still warm from the fire. Breaking that piece into smaller ones, she watched as dark streaks were marred onto her hands. Shrugging, she wiped them on her face, expressionless as she did.

"Each night I wake," she said softly, "I become less and less human, but also so much more. Isn't that right?"

She suddenly turned her head up into the sky and laughed, the sudden burst of noise sending a flock of nesting crows high into the night sky, their cacophonic caws joining in with her laughter. Amora suddenly stopped, head tilted to the side as she watched ripples approaching her in the lake where she had slept.

As she watched, Amora could make out the approaching object as a man in a boat. Faint but steadily growing louder splashes of water from the strokes of the oars reached her ears. Curious, she watched as the figure steadily rowed, until he was a dozen feet from shore, where the boat suddenly came to a rest. The surface of the lake stilled, as well as the boat and its occupant.

Amora could see the figure perched in the boat, his dark robes obscuring most of his features. She could clearly see the scar that dominated half his face, marked easily as a burn, half his smile turned into a wicked grimace. A beady eye stared at her calmly, silver hair barely covering the other.

He remained silent.

And so did Amora.

Thw two continued to stare at each other, until the man finally gave in under her unblinking stare.

"Mistress Amora," he whispered, his voice distorted slightly from where he spoke, "My master knows of your plan to seek the Tower. He bades you abandon your attempt, for he fears that it will... worsen... your condition."

Amora continued to stare at him with her unblinking stare.

"Please... He bades you not." He shifted restlessly, his tongue smacking his lips nervously, "If you will not turn back, Lady, he will revoke his Protection upon you. Please..."

She stared at the man in a thoughtful manner, eyes half closed in her decision. Amora did not have to think about her judgement; she already knew what she had to do. Standing up slowly, she watched as the man's hands slowly crept behind his back, and she knew for a fact that he had weapons concealed. Smiling, she shrugged.

"I no longer need your master's protection." Taking a deep breath, she grinned, bearing sharp, almost fang like teeth at him, "The night has embraced me, and I will not turn away its call."

At those words, Amora's eyes lit up softly, enveloped in a pale blue glow that screamed of cold. Faint wisps of the similar cold dripped off of her, and followed towards the lake. Upon contact, ice formed, and continued to press onto the water. Horrified, the man in the boat hastily rowed back, eyes staring at her in horror.

"Flee, human. Amelia de Zhere no longer exists."

The aura continued to flow off of her until the man had completely vanished from her view, back across the lake. Shrugging, she let the energies flow back upon her, their numbing embrace giving her warmth. Yawning, she laid back down, her hands laced behind her head, her eyes staring once more into the night sky, unblinking.

"Tomorrow," she murmured to herself, "Is another day..."

((Edit: This is my character, Haunting Amora, whom I sadly deleted a while ago because I didn't like her powersets, and actually forgot to remake her. Oh well.

Anyways, Amora is supposed to be a little... unstable. A past event caused her to eventually lose her sanity, and the lure of the fortress in the middle of this domain has focused the remainder of her sanity to head towards it, either as her last resort for a cure, or perhaps a chance to seek ultimate power that she now craves for... time will tell!

))

Here's a little sample of one of my more favourite in game biographies:

Cyvilon

"... I've journeyed such a large distance to this planet, Gaia. Instilled with only one purpose, I am here to help aid the heroes of Earth to defeat the destructive Rikti, once and for all.

You see, I am the remaining avatar of the planet Cyvilantres. My once peaceful homeland was overrun by these disgusting ailens, and by Lady Cyvilantres, she poured the remainder of her power to create her living vessels - the avatars - as her last act of mercy. The Lady knew that these aliens had much influence over the universe, but she saw that the young Gaia would have the resources and abilities to rebel, and destroy the Rikti upon her soil.

The dastardly aliens knew of our existence, no doubt. As the years passed by, our numbers dwindled, Her power having almost been extinguished. As a last hope, along with the knowledge that the Rikti on this planet are only a small fraction of their true numbers, I intend to gather power forces to drive them back, reclaiming Earth.

And perhaps, Cyvilantres..."

It doesn't stick too close to the actual Rikti storyline, but I like it. =P

___________________

Eternal Sunshine

Praetorian Earth; it's a scary place. I grew up there; as to say, my mortal body did, not I, the inhabiter of this mind. You see, I am a mage of the Circle of Roses, a group of magic-yielding beings who have crossed the boundaries of the netherworld into the material, to help those defenseless and in need.

We were hunted. Though our intentions were only for the good, out actions were shunned upon, out "kidnappings" and "rituals" were accused of being a bane upon humanity. With no other way to cross the borders of spirit and flesh, we had no choice but to take the hosts - sometimes willing, sometimes not - as our only conduits to Earth. Visions of darkness and destruction were driving us mad, and thus, we had no choice but to become flesh, as saviors.

My kind were either banished or killed; there was no pleading when madmen ruled the world. I arrived in Primal Earth shortly after, a guardian with a new purpose.

As for my name, no mortal tongue can pronounce it so. Just call me Eternal Sunshine...

=)

[ QUOTE ]
I dont want the "Full length
ones... I want the 1023 characters or less ones!
I dont want to read 4 pages per character... just a good solid paragraph..

[/ QUOTE ]

lol, Of course I don't mean full length ones! I mean full length, as in in-game full length, 1023 characters? =P

Bios to be posted later.

Ohh... I have full length ones on ALL my characters.

I'm about to go to bed though, so I will post all the ones I know tomorrow.

Brace yourselves!

[ QUOTE ]
Short woman are nice, thought I'd share a random factoid, enjoy.

[/ QUOTE ]

5'4". <3?

Oh wow, really neat!

She shivered.

She was cold, but not as cold as she had been moments before. She could feel herself enveloped in the arms of another, the arms wrapped carefully around her injured torso. Though her eyes were closed, she heard the unmistakeable jingle of a small bell... Were they inside a shop, perhaps? And who was the other person?

After moments of awkward shuffling, she felt herself being laid down on a cool surface. Shivering from the initial contact of whatever was under her, she stilled once more, forcing her mind to focus on the events that led up to... Why she was lying on down.

I was outside... Jake was watching me... I had my costume on. Cold, it was a cold night.

Was I... doing something? No, I couldn't have been.

Watching...? Yes... I was watching something... but what? What was so...?

Fire. Ahh... it burns! My skin... I can feel myself drowning in heat... Is this what it feels to die by fire...?

Opening her eyes, Davian suddenly recalled what happened. Breathing harshly, she remembered her attempts to save the Longbow from the imminenet explosion... But she was too late. They couldn't have done anything anyways..., she thought, a single tear running down her cheek.

She slowly raised a hand to touch her cheek. "Why didn't I get burned?" She whispered. Her hands roamed elsewhere along her body. Her gloves, she noticed, had been protected by the blast, although the rest of her was certainly whole, she could still feel the stiffness of the lacerations from where the flying scrapnel had hit her.

The room possessed a faded odour, one perhaps used often but visited by few. Unlabeled boxes sat beside and above her head, and there, she noticed, hung a single dim lightbulb, the light casting shadows on the dancing dust motes in the air. Sitting up, she sneezed lightly. A man standing nearby (He must've been the one to bring me here, she thought, and he looks... familiar, somehow.) was facing away from her.

Over his shoulder, she could barely make out the form of another man, this one, she noticed, much larger. His face was shadowed in the dark, the light of the meager lightbulb hiding his features. Behind him, she noticed, was another figure... but her returning eyesight did not allow her to see just who this newcomer was.

Coughing and adjusting herself, she swung her legs off the table but remained seated, a hand massaging her head gently. "Who are you guys? And where am I?"

Davian continued to lay there, dazed and in immense pain from the various cuts and lacerations across her small frame. Breathing slowly to slow her heartrate, she continued to lie there, eyes staring straight up into the already black sky. The moans of the nearby surviving Longbow and the rapidly approaching sirens of the ambulances fell on her deaf ears, the shellshock not quite fading away just yet. Davian did not hear the footsteps coming towards her, and did not immediately register to the face above hers.

He was a man of large stature, although Davian couldn't precisely tell his size, since she dared not move her head. Dark hair fell past his face as he peered down at her, and similar dark eyes were filled with concern. He wore no shirt, she noticed, and as a cold breeze blew by, she trembled.

Davian opened her mouth to speak, but only a moan escaped her lips. Trembling once more, she closed her eyes, too tired, the loss of blood already beginning to sap away at her consciousness...

"Davian... Davian, don't do this!"

With the ease of repetitive practice, Davian Shade slipped into her costume. Completely black tights accentuating her already slender body, Jake could only watch helplessly as she pulled a similar mask over her face. A billowing black cape flowed out behind her. Adjusting it carefully, she turned away from the mirror to stare calmly at her step-brother with mischievous eyes through the carefully positioned slits.

"How do I look?" She asked, adjusting a bejeweled belt around her waist.

"Fine," Jack quickly replied. Shifting nervously, he started once more, "But Dav, you heard the announcements. We're not allowed to go outside; they have a curfew!"

Davian rolled her eyes. "You're supposed to stay inside. Civilians. Which I am technically not." Grinning broadly, she continued, "Anyways, you think I don't want to help out there, too? I hardly ever get a chance with all the schooling and errands I have to do, but not to mention that all the other heroes beat me to it! I'm not getting any younger, Jake. I want to have some fun!" She spun around in a circle and laughed. Jake couldn't help but notice the bitter sorrow underneath that voice.

"Besides," she continued. "Once this mess in Paragon City is done and over with, I'm pretty sure they're going to be amassing some sort of resistance against Abdul any day now. I don't know about you," Davian leaned forward and tapped her brother's head, "but I want to get in on it. I didn't sign up as a hero for anything, you know."

"Dav..."

"No, Jake. I'm going out there. Whether or not you're in my way." Fire suddenly enveloped Davian's hands, and for a moment, the flames engulfed her eyes as well.

_______________

Leaping lightly down from the perch where she had been watching, Davian slipped silently into the shadows, eyes still afixed upon the men nearby. Glancing up, she could barely make out the form of her brother standing by the window in a nearby appartment, watching her. Taking a deep breath, she looked away again. I can't get soft now... Not now. Not when there's business to be done.

Longbow were patrolling the street. Davian recognized them from their bright red and white costumes. Several of them were chatting, and, she noticed, one was kneeling beside a streetlamp. She watched curiously as his hands worked methodically on a bulky package beside it. He was defusing a bomb!

*click* Though it was across the street, Davian's sense of hearing suddenly became heightened. A horrible epiphany rose over her, and threatened to overtake her. The bomb-

"-It's going to explode!" She cried, rushing forth from the shadows and into the lit streets. Shocked Longbow could only stare at her as she ran towards them, the realization not quite dawning on their faces until the last moment, when a loud crack was heard. And instant later, a bright ball of orange light and heat engulfed standersby, and Davian could only raise her hands in defense as she felt the flames licking her skin.

She felt herself slowly fall to the ground, pain all at once acute. Scrapnel flew everywhere, embedded everything, and as soon as the explosion occured, it was once more silent, the only sounds coming from other explosions elsewhere within Paragon City.

((Edit: Puts on writer's cap))

It was another sunny day for the citizens in Talos Island. Many of these said citizens were taking advantage of summer's last dying rays, and among those flocking the many beaches, was a young woman named Davian Shade.

Currently dressed in a black bikini, she laid sprawled on a blue blanket, eyes closed behind dark sunglasses, a forgotten issue of the Paragon Times clutched loosely between gloved hands. Her chest rose slowly and fell, her breathing signifying sleep.

A shadow suddenly covered her face, and in an instant, Davian sat up, both the sunglasses and newspaper falling away from her as her eyes focused on the shadow's source. She held up a hand, and cradled within the palm, was a bright and hot flame. Outstretched towards the stranger, she prepared to unleash the fire until a startled voice said,

"Jesus! Davian! It's just me!" The man cleared his throat. "Jake."

Blinking, Davian lowered her burning hand to look up at Jake Chambers. Biting her lip in order to squash an coming smile, she laughed. "Sorry Jake, but you know better than that to sneak up on me. I could've burned your face off for all you know." Extinguishing the fire with a slight effort, Davian stood up to brush off particles of sand that had clung to her from before. Reaching over to pick up a bottle of water, she couldn't help but smile this time as she watched Jake's eye trailing her movements. Jake's cheeks blushed a hot red as he noticed her doing so.

"Well, uhh..." He scratched his head and turned slightly to the side. "You could've hurt me, so uhh... I guess I'll just watch it next time. Or something."

Davian giggled. "Yeah. I guess that wasn't all you were watching, though." Tossing him a playful wink, she sat back down, patting a hand next to her, inviting him as well. "So, what brings you here? Nobody knew I was going to be here today."

"Well, I didn't either," replied Jake, sitting down next to her as he did so. "But I got some help from Sarah. You know, the one who works at Freedom Corp. and all? She gave me your current location, so I headed over." He scratched the back of his head again. "There's something I have to ask you."

Davian tilted her head to the side. "I can't go out with you, Jake. I'm sorry but it's just-"

"No no, it's not that at all!" Jake burst out. Realizing he was blushing even more furiously this time, he looked down at his hands instead. He took a deep breath, and, still looking at his hands, said, "There's been some news on the television lately, about Abdul Alharzed. Did you hear anything about that at all...?"

"That crazy guy that took over India a while back?" She looked away, scratching her chin thoughtfully. "What's all this have to do with me? It's not as if he's done that much wrong. I mean, sure, he's weird, but-"

"He took over Russia this morning, Dav."

"What?" Eyes widening, Davian's mind was elsewhere at once; a horrible realization was beginning to form. "Oh my God... Mom!" She turned to face Jake, and placed her hands on his shoulders, shaking him furiously. "Oh my God... Jake! My mother! Your dad... Are they all right? Have they called us yet? Any word at all?"

"Dav! Stop shaking me! I don't know if they're all right or not- OW!" Forcefully pushing Davian away from him, he grimaced in pain as smoke drifted lazily from his shoulders. Looking down, they could both see burnt cloth, in the exact places where Davian had placed her hands when she had been shaking him. Quickly realizing what she did, Davian rushed forward, tears gathering in her eyes, and collapsed into Jake's arms, locking him into a hug.

"I'm so sorry, Jake! Please forgive me!" She sobbed. "I didn't mean to do that, I swear! Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I? I swear, I didn't mean to do it!"

He gently placed his hands over her, wincing as he did so. "You didn't hurt me that much, Dav, it's okay. Don't fret over it. You can't control it sometimes, I know... Now now, stop crying. I'll be okay."

Sniffling, she released him slightly. "I'm still sorry." Wiping her eyes, she sat back a little more, though her hold on her step-brother was still tight. "Do you think our parents will be okay...?"

"I hope so, Dav, I really do."

Davian closed her eyes slowly. Mom, mom... I hope you're okay. Dad, too, really, even though he can be nasty sometimes... If you guys get hurt... I'll never forgive myself. And neither will Jake. Opening her eyes once more, she stared out into the rolling waves crashing onto the beach, but this time her eyes were aflame with anger, not sorrow. If Abdul what's-his-face hurts you... Well, she looked down at her hands, and smiled slightly to herself as she felt her palms grow warm, I'll show him what real pain is, then.

A cold breeze blew by, and Davian Shade found herself shivering against it.

Turning around slowly, dark brown eyes immediately focused on the source of the voice. Completely covered head to toe in metallic black armour, Davian knew, without even having to see the encrusted insignia on the man's chest, that this was a minion of Arachnos. She stayed where she was, continuing to observe the newcomer, whose gun was held at complete ease at her chest. Without a doubt, she knew, that this man would shoot her with hesitation or doubt.

And is he does, she thought grimly, I'll have to take him down with me.

It was impossible to judge his next moves by the dark tinted helmet over his head, but it wasn't hard for Davian to imagine a grin behind it. To him, she must have looked like easy prey. Five foot four, slender with a slight muscular build, dressed in a tight fitting crimson shirt with baggy grey jeans. The only thing even slightly peculiar about her were the dark leather gloves she wore on her hands, and on closer inspection, one could see sketches of runes on them, though deeply scarred by many and various encounters. Flicking her long black hair back once more, her face composed into a neutral glare, even though certain death was staring her right in the face.

"What are you doing here, my dear?" The voice sent shivers along Davian's spine. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" The minion of Arachnos took another step closer, and Davian noticed a scope attached to the end of the rifle, the light emitted from the scope aimed directly at her heart. Shallowing lightly, she said nothing.

"Not going to answer me, huh?" His head tilted to the side. "It would be a tragedy to kill you right here, so, I'll give you another chance, but you better answer me this time: Why are you here?"

Davian shrugged. "I guess I'm here by mistake." Slowly raising her hands into the air, she watched as the man approached her slowly, and smirked as she saw the gun leveled at her drop slightly to the side. Without warning, Davian's hands suddenly burst forth in a bright flame, and as fast as the energy appeared there, she thrust her burning hands in the face of the man, and released some of the fire stored there.

Crying out, the minion of Arachnos jerked away, his hand dropping the gun as he held his melted visor to his face. Not quite extinguishing the flames from her left hand, she picked up the gun with her right and hefted it calmly, weighing not only its weight, but the situation as well. She placed her finger on the trigger, and looked down at the sobbing man.

"Sorry, pal, but I have places to go, and people to see. Now, either you tell me the combination to that door, or I'll put one of these bullets into your pretty head."

*scratches chin*

The whole berth of human emotions, everything under the rainbow from anger to love, is what makes us human. I firmly believe that, to be human, you need to experience what is intended, even if that means having to kill someone. *cough* I mean, cmon, doesn't everybody have that notion sometimes? Most of us just grasp the concept of consequence and don't ahead with it, afterall. For Facade to do such a deed, I would think, he could possibly 'wipe out' the human race.

I hope that made sense, cause it certainly does in my head... =)

((First RP post ever! Yay! *giggles*

I insert my newest made hero to the group, Davian Shade.))

An almost inaudible thud was heard as Davian Shade leaped into the open window, knees crouched, body held low, eyes quickly scanning the room for any and all intruders. Smoke hung lazily in the air, giving her surrounding appearance a surreal and hazy look. Peeling floral wallpaper and dust motes greeted her instead, and, taking in a breath of relief, quickly straightened herself.

Heading towards the door, she paused briefly before placing her hand on the doorknob. Faintly, she could hear approaching footsteps from the left. Flattening herself against the adjacent wall, she held up her gloved right hand, and almost instantly, a small yet bright orange flame appeared in it. Breathing slowly, she waited, her dark eyes fixed on the door, waiting for something to happen...

There was a pause outside her door, and Davian could almost imagine whoever was on the other side of it pondering whether or not to check that particular room out. She sensed a hand reaching towards the door, only to be quickly retracted as another voice called out. Davian could not hear the said conversation, but whoever had been on the other side of the door quickly waited away in the direction of their approach, footsteps eventually fading away.

"That was a close one," she muttered, wiping her brow. Extinguishing her pent up fire, she shook her hand casually, and reached for the doorknob once more. Opening it just an edge, she peeked outside, expecting perhaps a hidden observer who had been watching her ever since her arrival. Opening the door a bit more, she merely saw an empty hallway with fading blue carpet. Broken doors were leaning on their hinges, and Davian briefly wondered if she was in the right building afterall.

She stepped into the hallway, and cringed as a creak echoed. This place is falling apart... Clever disguise, I must say. Not clever enough for me to sneak into, though. Down the hallway, Davian could see another door, although this one, she noticed, had had some recent repairs. Upon closer examination, she could hear a faint thrum from behind it. Approaching it, she saw a control panel next to the door, littered with various controls. Curiously, she reached towards it, only to snatch her hand back at the last moment as a hole appeared in the wall next to her. A cold voice murmured behind her,

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you, my dear. Now, turn around slowly, or next time, my bullets won't miss your pretty head."

I've been monitoring the Roleplaying section of the CoH boards for quite some time now. I've never actually done any roleplaying on paper before, although I do have some minor experience in game. I just have one thing to say to all this:

I'm scared to post here.

Well, what I mean it, really, I have no idea what to do. I read a lot of the threads with the tag [Open RP], but never do I once hop in to join in with the fun. And that's because I really don't know if I should or shouldn't, what to write or junk.

So, what should I do? =P

Oh wow, that's so wicked! I wished I could draw that fast. =P

Hey, that's pretty neat.

OOC: I'm reserving space now for my post later! =X

Oh wow! I've always wanted to have custome made powers in this game. Awesome, awesome, awesome idea!

Simply touching. *sniffle*

That is absolutely phenomenal! =)