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ok now how do i make it so my avitar isn't in his undies?
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does anyone know how to get rid of an item?
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Gaia S/N: Fatal Attraction
Name: Blair Conrad Madden Age: 20 Race: Human Appearance: Blair has a dark tan, he always wears his blood red or jet black silk shirt's with light black shorts that go down to his shins. He also always wears a leather silver studded collar, Romani Shades, or Blue tint G-Shades, and vintage Converse All Stars. Blair also has a body built like a boxer because he spent the early half of his life traning and fighting as a light weight fighter and middle weight winning both as world champion. He also has a pure silver belt buckle with his name engraved in it in Old English Black Letter. --- Height:"6'2 ---Weight: 165 --- Hair: Jet Black --- Eyes: Toxic Green --- Outfit: Blood Red and Jet Black silk shirt with light black shorts that go down to his shins, leather silver studded collar, most of the time with a red and white scarf which covers his mouth and directly under his nouse. A pure silver belt buckle with his name engraved in it in Old English Black Letter, vintage Converse All Stars, and Romani Glasses Weapons: A Dual Colt M1911A1's and Dual Smith & Wesson Model 1911 Tacticals with 12 round extended clip's... Also a poem imbedded in gold upon one of the side's written in japanese and it reads "If You Want Peace, Suite up For War.", duel hunting knives both have titanium alloy insides, black steel finish on the ouside for light weight & blade strengh and a Beretta 8000F Cougar L in his shin holster. Along with a bible in his hand bag and some hollow thin glass ball's containing holy water from the river Jordan. Abilities, powers, traits, magic: The only ability Blair has is uncanny strengh and intelligance along with the protection of his lord Jesus Christ, and God as a Paladin.... RP sample: Blair walked out of Teddy's Boxing jym. The cold damp mist of the Southern Claifornia December air filled his tired body from a hard day of training. He slowly walked across the empty parking lot. The only thing that kept him from being completely blind from the jet black darkness of the night was the flickering street lamp that was next to his Viper GTSR Concept that was Marlboro Blue with duel white racing stripes, a leather interior that was black, and a hollow leather dash board. The inside speedomiter, RPM's meter, etc... Had a neon blue hoseline runing around them producing a errie neon blue light at night and bucket seats. As he walked towards it his Converse made a load clapping echoe as he walked and as he ex-haled larg cloud's of mist. He then get his keys from his shorts and held them in his hand getting them ready to insert them into his car. Background: Blair ran away from his family at the age of 12. When he did a he figured scince he was good at boxing he should go for the light weight title of the world he won it at the age of 16 and after years of hard training he went for the middle weight title of the world and won it by the age of 19 from there he left his ways of boxing at the gym and got a girl friend and a house up in the mountains of Malibu with all of the money he won from fighting... By the age of 20 things with his girl friend were going south and they broke up. He now found him self here Ethinic Group: Half Mexican, Half Guamanian Location: A home in the hills of Malibu. Re-Post |
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Rank: Serial Killer/ Assasin
Username: Kunushi Name: Kunushi Hikarushi Alias/Nickname: The Pshyco Carny Age: ?? Gender: Male Sexual Preference: Women D.o.B: ?? Race/Species/Ethnic: Italian Hair/eyes/skin colour: pale Height: 6'2" Body type: Swift yet strong(more strong than swift) Clothing/Accessories: jacket with red trim, pants with red trim, hooded black sweater, zorro mask, baseball bat with hammer-head on end, hockey mask, spirited gloves, spirited scarf, clown nose, thick metal black biker boots Personality: He is ddark, mysterious and not afraid to kill Weapons: Baseball bat and with hammer-head on the end Powers: Beating your a** in with his weapons History: He choses not to reveal his history for reasons of the law. |
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Name: Blaze Madden Age: 22 Weapons: Dual Glock 18C (Full Auto), 32 round extended clips... Apperance: Normal tan, allways carries his daggers and glocks. Height: 6'2" Weight: 178 Hair: Navy Blue Eyes: Hazel Outfit: Blaze normally wears his Romani shades with a long siger necklace with a cross depeicting the crusifiction at the end of it which goes down to about his superplex, a Black Silk shirt which he seems so have an unlimited supply of in which the chest pocket is normally a box of Camel smokes. He also wears some Black leather gloves which are not only for style but protection also, a Black leather watch which chain hangs out from his pocket and hooks up to one of his belt loop's. He also wears grey baggy denim pants, and some grey rogh shoes which are size 13. Race: White/Latino |
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Name: Matt
Age: 17 Gender: Male Class: Snowboarder Weapon/Ablilities: Snowboard and Ice magic Description: Avatar Advantages: Has the Ultamite ice attack which can nearly destroy anything, called Tundra Blast, which encases the target in a Icicle prison and impales them with icicles. Disadvantages: Tundra Blast only works when the ground is frozen and the attack cuts Matt's health to 1/8. Other: Carefree and loves to snowboard, uses his snowboard as a weapon and sheild by grabbing the bindings as a handle. Serious when faced with threats. |
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Meh...something I found that was meant for GameFaqs RPing...
Name: Zuma Leris Age 19 Element: Earth Height: 5ft 10 Weight: 9 stone 10 lbs PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Facial Features: Since Zuma came from a region similar to the Amazon Rainforest he has tanned skin and Jet-black hair, which is straightened and tied backwards to form one single long ponytail that stretches down to his shoulders. His crystal, grey eyes resemble polished rock with a red dot to the centre that is his pupil. Tribal patterns in the form of faint diagonal red stripes can be seen on his cheeks, while a small scar could just be seen on his forehead, gotten from a recent battle Attire: Normally in the jungle he wears similar clothing like the African tribesmen of today. But since he has to meddle into the ever-growing population of humans, he has to try something new. Liking natural fabrics he has decided to wear a fine wool shirt much like what most people like to wear these days, he kept the natural yellowy white of the wool and had a small pouch stitched where the normal breast pocket should be; this fine shirt dangles quite loosely on his body because it's a size too big. A brown jumper was worn on the outside, which fitted quite loosely as well. Zuma has black, fading trousers made of good hard leather. This is strapped onto his body by a leather belt around the waist, it's buckle made of polished silver and a small pouch for small change and items dangled onto near the side by a small, metal hook. For shoes he wears clothe sandals, it's soles made of hard and polished foot while the leather covers up sections of the foot and clings onto the ankle. Lastly Zuma wears a silver necklace, a large jade stone was smelted directly into the silver, and both the gemstone and the necklace were marked with tribal patterns. It has been said that this necklace gives great luck to the wearer, and so far they have been right. Weapons: A special whip given to him by his foster father who was once a tribal warrior in the very tribe he came from. The whip is made of a special material of nature that could harden and/or stretch on ones command. Zuma is capable of wielding the weapon to its full potential as he has the power of nature inside him. Zuma transfers his magic to the whip/quarterstaff/??? , Allowing it to become things that it normally cannot transform into (namely a machete like weapon, a vaulting pole and a better grappling hook.) Psychological Description: Zuma has a good, charming personality and is one to impress most people with. That doesn't nessecarily say that he forgot the ways of a tribal warrior. He still retains a certain degree of paranoia and listens carefully to his instincts. When fighting he tries to outwit his enemy in a couple (if not, a lot.) of ways, mainly jumping onto roofs and climbing onto trees. Bio: since he was brought up as a warrior Zuma has basically gone through all of the tribal traditions. He had hunted for the tribe, harvested the fruits off the trees every few months, as well as helping the priests because of his powers with nature (ie: the magical force that lives inside him.) and return got a lucky charm necklace. Throughout his life he handled weaponry, from javelin to machete to knife and was following the path of a warrior word by word. As a boy he always had a fiery passion for curiosity, this passion meant new life for him as you will see later on. One day when he was fifteen years old Zuma carelessly wandered out of the tribal land while hunting herbs for the local priest, and stumbled upon a small town near the sea. He was sooner or later captured by cruel seamen while wandering around and was taken aboard a ship docked nearby (they didn't notice the small necklace he was wearing at the time.), where it sailed away to the mainland. For half a year he was stuck on the ship, doing chores and cleaning decks (generally forced to be useful.) until the day he arrived to a dock area near a small village in the mainland. When they got off the ship and onto the dock Zuma was tugged along into a dark alley leading to somewhere unknown. This event would be one he would remember for life, and the start of his new life on the mainland. The dark and dank alleyway seemed to stretch on forever as they walked, just him and a guard who was sent to take him along. One could see the fear in his eyes even in the darkness, as they shone brightly under an unseen light. A hard and merciless tug from the guard sent Zuma hurrying behind him. Fearing for his life he dared not try to escape, for the weapon he seemed to be carrying in his free hand looked quite sharp and lethal. Eventually they reached a small and almost pitch-black dead end. The guard tugged Zuma to the doorway and slammed him to a mossy wall, and tied the rough rope to a large rusty ring nearby. Walking over to a hidden door the guard began to pound his fist on the rough, maple door. "Hey, let me in, I've got someone you may like to see." He shouted, and was replied with a small swearing answer. Almost petrified at what his fate might be Zuma began to look around for a way to escape. There seemed to be none until he heard a gentle cracking noise as he tugged the rope-bound hand. "The ring must be loose" Zuma thought as he tugged even more, and surprisingly with relative ease the ring came off. The guard, hearing the small clatter saw that the boy was gone. By now the boy had already ran to the end of the street. Untying the rope he ran off to freedom in this strange new land. Zuma found a job a week after at a small convenience store, where a man whose native blood was similar to him helped him get better, at the age of about seventeen he left the shop and went to seek a new life. He travelled for two years, being attacked quite a few times. Now he currently resides at a small town quite inland of the bay where he came from, and is doing little things for numerous people to earn a living. Not knowing what was in store for him later on in his life Is this ok? |
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Name: Sabin Moonshadow
Age: 18, and getting younger everyday Height: 8' Weight: big enough, thanks Location: In the forest behind ur house Interests: Draw, draw and draw, oh and read, mostly all manga or Fantasy Allies: No one, me all alone Enemies: Anyone that goes against me Comments: Must i? |
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is this like the simpsons
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Name:my avatar name x_________x
Age: how am i supposed to know Height: tall for my age Weight: The weight of the body Ethinic Group: philippinnes Location: gaiaonline.com Interests: COMPUTER Allies: hmmm my siblings =D Enemies: same Comments: WHAT THE ******** |
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Name :: Sakaroure
Nickname :: Determined Gopher or Just Gopher Age :: 16 Height :: 5'4 Weight :: 123 Ethinic Group :: From her moms side: russian german From her dads side: irish english Location :: L'Ile Du Fromage ( translated to The island of cheese) Interests :: various sports but her main ones are soccer field hockey wrestling and karate. she loves the theater, just being in it makes her feel happy. she enjoys painting and drawing as well as science Allies :: just about everyone she meets becomes her alli except for the few who are incredibly ignorant ( she cant STAND that) Enemies :: There are a few but i forget thier names lol >_< Comments :: Most ppl see her as happy-go lucky but really she can be incredibly serious more so then one could imagine Personal Skills ::Karate and acting Weaknesses :: food( almost anyone can bribe her with food) cigaretter smoke and cleaning ( the ultimate tourture! lol) Favorite Quotes :: " When life gives you lemons make grapejuice then sit back and watch as the world wonders how the hell you did it" "No one is worth your tears and if they are they wont make you use them" Sexuality :: Striaght Favroite smileys :: xd domokun Favorite colors :: Green Blue and Red Favorite Movie :: Nightmare Before Christmas |
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(My Dream Avatar. Status:Work in progress) 
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Name: BoneCrusher
Age: 17 Height: 5'8 Weight: 200 lbs (5% body fat) Physical description: Built, perfect combo of body mass and muscle tone, scar on the back from being hit with a lead pipe during a fight. Weapons: Fists (break through metal easily) Nationality: Russian/Israeli Ethinic Group: White Element: Fire Location: UFC Octagon Interests: Breaking/destorying things, Boxing, UFC, Allies: People who like to fight Enemies: People who don't like to fight Favorite Quote: "We Italians will kill you, but the Russians are crazy—they’ll kill your whole family” - John Gotti |
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Name: Inwe Ancalime
Age: Many thousands of years old Height: 5'9" Weight: Very light. Her weight is not a solid fact, as is the weight of any elf. It is unknown. Race: Full Eldar elf, part Laiquendi and part Teleri, of those later named the Sindar. Physical discription: (also see picture at bottom) Her skin is fair and unfreckled. In the night her skin has a faint glow like that of the stars. Her eyes are a silver-green and also twinkly with the many glittering of the stars. She is slightly different from the others of her people, because she is part Laiquendi somehow she has dark hair like those of the Noldor. Her hair is the dark brown of many trees and has no one set hue. Nearly perfectly strait it flows in the wind like the waters of the streams she loves so much. Her ears are long and pointed like those of her people. And she wears a crown of flowers that never seem to perish when she is wearing them. Within her robe ia a number of pouches in which she carries various herbs, trinkets, and other things of importance to her, but none more so than a small leather bound book. The pages are filled with lines upon lines of small Tengwar handwriting. Though it seems thin and limited it is an enchanted book and has no real beginning or end. She has only one scar that traces a long line diagonaly across her beck from just belw her right shoulder blade to the lower part on the left side of her back, just at her hip. Bio: shall be written in later Allies: those who are not working for the evil. Those with love for and from Iluvatar. Enimies: those allied with Morgoth or Sauron.  |
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Tyne 
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Gaia Online Name: Sweetened Sugar
Name: Sugar Age: 2,000 or 3,000? Hobbies: Loves eating anything with Sugar in it, and hanging out with pals. Outfit: Sugar is a type of "Cat - Wolf" with ears and a tail, but to hide herself from hunters, she hides her appearence in a human form, with pink hair, and red eyes. Usually seen wearing lots of bracelets, accesories, and pink and black dresses. (More later) |
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