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 Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 11:51 am
CONTEST OF EVILNESS!!!!!! This is the only one I can find. xDDD  
ѕαуυяι ภค๏๓เ
тнє вℓυє ∂єαтн.
мι∂ηιgнт мαι∂єη
Swordswoman
"When the hour begins to strike coldly, thick swathes of mist touch you and softly....midnight! Frozen blood in your veins laces your fear. You hear your heart in your throat and the bells ring; it is night...midnight!"
Despite herself, Sayuri laughed. It was cold and rang throughout the Citadel, “I did not mean to touch it. Nor do I wish to take part in such a…,” she paused and let her eyes travel to the “decorations” of blood and bones, “Messy type of magic. I simply wanted to ask you’re book, to what originally created it. One should infer that you learned from this book, and were able to create this,” she waved her hand lazily at the bone chair, “Because of your schooling. So if you’re ‘magic’ came from this books, then what magic created the book?” She said, before shrugging her shoulders, “Fair enough. I shall turn to a library to teach me how Feng Shui came into existence.”
Although, some part of her doubted that the accurate account of Feng Shui’s discovery would be in the books, it would still be worth looking into. Her lip curled when the book mentioned that she was ignorant. An inner conflict raged against her. On one hand she wanted to destroy the book (granted that it could even be destroyed due to all the magic wrapped into its very atoms and molecules) or to keep it alive in eventually some time during her life to ask it how it came into being, and explain it in a way that her scientific brain could understand.
Her musings were cut short by the man that burst into the room. She stood still, watching the exchange with a bored expression. The sight of blood aroused the bloodlust in her, and her sword hand twitched. She walked forward calmly, though the killer intent was strong around her, and weighed heavy in the room. She stepped lightly around the horse, and stepped up to the man, “Poor misguided man,” her voice was clear, and held an icy excitement. She touched his blood with her fingers and pulled it away, “It’s messy,” she said and ran her finger’s down the man’s face, “Not a soldier for the government, but of God,” she mocked as he starred at her, transfixed, “Poor misguided man. There is no God. If He is really, why did he not come down and save you? He would let you die a slow death? A instant one would have been better for your God to have given. Seems like a twisted, sadistic God to me,” she purred.
She leaned upwards, placing her lips next to his ear, “Religion suppresses those who are not like you. And in the dead of night, you come and kill. Mitsalune is a Christian. He was sent from God. Therefore, the military shall be destroyed by my hands, and religion shall be shoved down the throat’s off all who have offered redemption to some, and thrown damnation at others.”
She turned, walking away, her blue hair swaying, “Go tell that to your God,” she said, her arm twitching and her cloak flared out behind her, though she gave no indication she had moved. Beneath the translucent light of the Citadel, glints a tiny fragment of silver, a fraction of a line and then blood spills out in liters, and the man screams; before his head falls over dead.
She looked up at Nier, the ecstatic expression back on her face; making some of the people in the room shiver.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 11:57 am
little mintchan does it look like i even have spellcheck? Spell check is built into Gaia's posting system... It is also included in most good word editors.
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Hinote Tosatsu Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 11:59 am
I remember they were screaming, begging and asking me the silliest of questions...Why? Honestly, they really seemed pathetic the way they groveled. Asking me to be merciful, am I not god? There was never an obligation forced upon me to spare their lives.
I lived a clique life, the daughter of two well known shinobi and the possessor of a a powerful Kekkai genkai. We lived comfortable, well until the villagers deemed our clan heinous and rather provocative to the wars and such. Silly humans, always so ignorant to the truth. Things shifted afterward, and the frustration it brought upon my parents became trivial. They fought and argued day in and out until they were blade to blade lusting down one another throat. As a young child, I was frightened at first. My mother? Father? Were we meant to only wish for one another destroyed? Brutally my father had succeeded in destroying my mother and mutilating whatever was left of her distorted form. In the great rush of accomplishment, agony flooded him and life became even more difficult. Their was never a night he did not scream, wake up failing in depressed rage and mourn to the idea of my mother's death. How annoyed he became to me, how angry I had felt toward him. My mother was dead, and my father had gone mad. My hatred for the village was beyond comprehensible.
I came of age, and only seemed to hold a subtle calm in every situation. It seemed safe for me to come abroad into the village, but my father always stayed at home. In our cottage on the outskirts of Kirigakure. He kept him alive until I had learned the intricacy of wire. Ah his flesh sliding with each pull, his eyes had gone white to the sight of me pulling off limbs then pounds of flesh. My smile was over joyous, and his.....confusing? He smiled right to the very end when I had dismembered his fingers and then came upon his filthy neck. That night I bathed in his blood, singing the soft melody they had sung me often to sleep with. I must have left later that week, burning my home down and complaining about the loss of good wood and fortune. Upon moving into the main village, I had been enrolled in the Academy and am now receiving my headband.
haha shira! this is a backround for another one of my characters in a different guild
hinote- not really...it's built into the browser you use like firefox and the only PC with auto spell check is the library's PCs
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 12:01 pm
Hinote Tosatsu little mintchan does it look like i even have spellcheck? Spell check is built into Gaia's posting system... It is also included in most good word editors. There is only spellchecker on FireFox not Internet Explorer...
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 12:21 pm
@Mint- >D
This is from a PM thingy I'm doing with somebody.
A short lived howl rang out before the dull slurping of cutting flesh was heard. The disturbance began to shake the trees but, not back and forth but as if the trees shook in fright standing upright and shuddering. Etsusho slithered about before she pooled the young man's blood, A man had seen her face as she had.. well never mind that... but in one way or another the man had to die.She chased at his back until the bare soles of his feet left blood smeared inside of his footprints. When he collapsed he wasn't sobbing, He was heaving and twitching, his feet weren't bleeding as Etsusho had thought. The man had clawed at his eyes until the batter half of his face was literally in ribbons. Blood coated his chest and ran down his legs to drip from his feet.
She swooped downwards and put her right knuckles into his teeth, busting his face. She picked him up by his skull and forcefully slung his body against her knee as he rambled and moaned. He stopped moving when his head gave way upon her patella. She crouched down and inserted a foot long piece of steel in-between his clavicles , the hollow at his neck and ripped through his sternum as he still breathed. Etsusho reached into the muscle and sinew until she squeezed his heart, it was small so it fit, barely in her hand. She held it as she felt blood try to pass. She held it as his aorta burst and slung his crimson nectar about her body and face and left her sodden. She stood and grasped her dagger and began to walk into the clearing, leaving the twitching mess behind.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 12:31 pm
Why bother me with the lonesome story yet again? All it does it fullfill your curiosity but what about my sanity? Do I have any? Oh no not anymore I don't! My mother was a shinobi but she couldn't stand the sight of killing and bloodshed anymore! When I was five I hated her talk of 'peace this, peace that', it disgusted me more then her girlish over-excited voice that was merciful to those who should die. My father hated her too and kept trying to make her love the sight of battle as he did too. When I turned 7 years old...my mother gave me a stuff animal. Oh I hated that gift! So guess what I need? I made it look beautiful with her blood. During the night father had left to join in another raid as I sat in our home she was sitting in her rocking chair and slept silently. I climbed softly onto her lap holding my stuff animal and something that eased the mind at times. A knife. I slwoely pushed it against her soft lushish neck and slid it to the right slowely to make a small cut as she opened the eyes to see mine and my grin of evil as I held the bloody knife. I pressed it again and slid it so fast, blood splurted out all over my face and I held the animal to her wound and let it's white fur suck in the red fluids even after she had bled out I stabbed and sliced to get more of the red fluids I loved to much. That was over 5 years ago...oh I miss that sight when my father came home drunk as a god and saw what I had did. If he was sober he would praise my killing but instead beat me till I slit the knife over his dirty smelly skin! One of the Hyuga elders came to see what the ruckis was and saw me sitting and holding my stuff animal, a knife and smiling to him with blood all over my face, my white night gown and the ground soaked in it. He just shook his head and sent me to mist, taking my now beloved animal that is stuffed away. To this day I am frustrated with the leaf and my own clan. I want to slay their throats with the same knife that I slaughtered my parents with, bring the rush of blood everywhere and one day I shall kill the new elder, Kirama! And all the other Hyuuga! But now my life lays in mist where I am learning the clan's justus to gain a balance and maybe even try to kill Buraian one day or his beloved son Hikaru. Only when I am of a higher rank..even if it sounds all to impossible I will make it possible not only in my mind and soul but in reality too. Prepare the blood angel has arrived to redeem her beloved blood lust!
this is the story of the rpc serina that did that murder lol
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 12:50 pm
It's always the sweet ones, eh Mint? xD
This is from the same PM post thingy... but it shows the crazy side of my character more.
Etsusho stood up from the bloody floor, the crimson liquid staining her legs and clothes. Her silky black hair hung like like a cape on her, sticking to her like a second skin. She stepped into the moon light, her red eyes glowing like hot charcoal, her eyes wide with amusement. She turned once on her heel, dancing in the pool of blood, and was behind the man in an instant, her dagger to his throat. She pinned him against the wall, her knee digging into the last vertebra. He screamed out, as his spine cracked and splintered under the force of her push. She magnified his screaming by moving the cool metal against his throat, cutting a shallow line, and watching as the beautiful blood flowed down his throat and chest.
She shivered, finding herself in a state of euphoric ecstasy from the sight of blood. Licking her lips, she pulled the blade back over his throat again and again, each cut shallow; but drawing the blade deeper and deeper into his throat with each thrust. The laughing started; rising up from deep withing her chest, as his blood spilled out like a miniature waterfall. It was too much for Etsusho, as she cut him faster and faster, his screams bouncing off the walls. She leaned forward, grabbing his hair, and forcefully twisting his head, so she could take her tongue and lick the blood off his neck. She moaned from the taste of blood, her eyes shining with pleasure.
When he had bled out, she let go of him, watching him drop and splash into the growing pile of blood. She brought her bloodied fingers to her lips, and began to lick them, as if she had just eaten something messy. Etsusho stepped back and smiled, looking at the splashed and pools of blood, and the bodies. "Beautiful," she said, "Absolutely beautiful."
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 12:55 pm
LadyShirahime93 It's always the sweet ones, eh Mint? xD
This is from the same PM post thingy... but it shows the crazy side of my character more.
Etsusho stood up from the bloody floor, the crimson liquid staining her legs and clothes. Her silky black hair hung like like a cape on her, sticking to her like a second skin. She stepped into the moon light, her red eyes glowing like hot charcoal, her eyes wide with amusement. She turned once on her heel, dancing in the pool of blood, and was behind the man in an instant, her dagger to his throat. She pinned him against the wall, her knee digging into the last vertebra. He screamed out, as his spine cracked and splintered under the force of her push. She magnified his screaming by moving the cool metal against his throat, cutting a shallow line, and watching as the beautiful blood flowed down his throat and chest.
She shivered, finding herself in a state of euphoric ecstasy from the sight of blood. Licking her lips, she pulled the blade back over his throat again and again, each cut shallow; but drawing the blade deeper and deeper into his throat with each thrust. The laughing started; rising up from deep withing her chest, as his blood spilled out like a miniature waterfall. It was too much for Etsusho, as she cut him faster and faster, his screams bouncing off the walls. She leaned forward, grabbing his hair, and forcefully twisting his head, so she could take her tongue and lick the blood off his neck. She moaned from the taste of blood, her eyes shining with pleasure.
When he had bled out, she let go of him, watching him drop and splash into the growing pile of blood. She brought her bloodied fingers to her lips, and began to lick them, as if she had just eaten something messy. Etsusho stepped back and smiled, looking at the splashed and pools of blood, and the bodies. "Beautiful," she said, "Absolutely beautiful." ... I'd be in love with her in a heart beat.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 1:00 pm
Okay, what is with these long posts in the OOC?
I am unhappy with this. Not enough trolling.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 1:03 pm
Metaphorically Insane LadyShirahime93 It's always the sweet ones, eh Mint? xD
This is from the same PM post thingy... but it shows the crazy side of my character more.
Etsusho stood up from the bloody floor, the crimson liquid staining her legs and clothes. Her silky black hair hung like like a cape on her, sticking to her like a second skin. She stepped into the moon light, her red eyes glowing like hot charcoal, her eyes wide with amusement. She turned once on her heel, dancing in the pool of blood, and was behind the man in an instant, her dagger to his throat. She pinned him against the wall, her knee digging into the last vertebra. He screamed out, as his spine cracked and splintered under the force of her push. She magnified his screaming by moving the cool metal against his throat, cutting a shallow line, and watching as the beautiful blood flowed down his throat and chest.
She shivered, finding herself in a state of euphoric ecstasy from the sight of blood. Licking her lips, she pulled the blade back over his throat again and again, each cut shallow; but drawing the blade deeper and deeper into his throat with each thrust. The laughing started; rising up from deep withing her chest, as his blood spilled out like a miniature waterfall. It was too much for Etsusho, as she cut him faster and faster, his screams bouncing off the walls. She leaned forward, grabbing his hair, and forcefully twisting his head, so she could take her tongue and lick the blood off his neck. She moaned from the taste of blood, her eyes shining with pleasure.
When he had bled out, she let go of him, watching him drop and splash into the growing pile of blood. She brought her bloodied fingers to her lips, and began to lick them, as if she had just eaten something messy. Etsusho stepped back and smiled, looking at the splashed and pools of blood, and the bodies. "Beautiful," she said, "Absolutely beautiful." ... I'd be in love with her in a heart beat.
Oh. That's not even the worse of it.
I don't believe I can post them up on Gaia, since I did this RP thingy with the guy in Yahoo emails.
@Anon- Me and Minty are having 'Contest of Evilness' You're welcome to join. Basically we're just showing past posts where our character's are evil, crazy, or both.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 1:06 pm
I don't think I could join. My evil characters are in... Different roleplays. Not Naruto.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 1:07 pm
I haven't really made any awesomely evil posts, just stuffs here and there about killing someone. T-T;; Shira, your character seems centered around blood, whereas one of mine would be centered around just plain torture.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 1:09 pm
Metaphorically Insane I haven't really made any awesomely evil posts, just stuffs here and there about killing someone. T-T;; Shira, your character seems centered around blood, whereas one of mine would be centered around just plain torture. Being evil is about more than bad deeds and torture... You gotta find thier buttons and stab 'em.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 1:10 pm
Anonymous_Alcoholic I don't think I could join. My evil characters are in... Different roleplays. Not Naruto.
Neither were mine. ^^
Sayuri was in a Rurouni Kenshin RP, and Etsusho... was just an RP...
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 1:11 pm
Metaphorically Insane I haven't really made any awesomely evil posts, just stuffs here and there about killing someone. T-T;; Shira, your character seems centered around blood, whereas one of mine would be centered around just plain torture.
My character gets aroused at the sight of blood. xD
Which is kinda weird for me to RP, because I can't stand the sight of a lot of blood.
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