Welcome to Gaia! ::

"thats not very nice!"

your just jealous

"are you ok?"

"YOU BIG MEANIE!" smacks him in the back of the head.

Rose looks at the big building while hovering in the air four feet off the ground she reads the sign hanging on the build that says Assasin acadamy. She gives an emotional look "So this is the building where I need to prove myself an worthy assasin" Rose is an experienced assasin. She was once an assasin and was partenered with two of her younger sisters Alisha and Red Rose. She and her sisters quite a year ago cause of the sins they were comitting from being an assasin. But Rose didn't even know why she quit and put alot of thought into it to become one again. She decided to rejoin casue its a good way to make good money.

Deadly Rose wasn't from this world of gaia. She arrived here to make history and become a legend of this planet as she is from the planet she came from called Planet Z. She wonders how her brother was doing as she thinks of her own planet and how Empire the largest armey on her planet was doing since she left. Rose is no human she was one of a rare race called an ancient saiyan. A saiyan thinks nothing more then combat and love to fight and get stronger. THey are usually cocky and have hard times being nice to strangers. No human has ever beaten a saiyan cause of the great power and strength and the speed they hold that they could never keep up.

Rose's hair sways in the wind as she continues to hover the ground with her arms folded across her chest. Rose grins as she can sense the high power of energy with in the buildin knowing that she has some worthy allies and possibly a few enemies. Rose suddenly teleports into the building and appeared from no where next to Twister. Rose looks at him with no emotion and doesn't say a word. Wondering how good of a fighter he is and if he would be able to match her strength and put up a good fight. Rose then looks around at the others counting how many of them are in her head as she grins at the mysterious group.

Sighing to himself, he straightens and raises his arms out before him, the shadows of the wall and distant objects surrounding him, and he disappears from sight. Coming up somewhere near Twister and the fox, he remains hidden in his cloak of shadows for now, watching them carefully. His hand, instinctively, remained hovering just over the gun he had holstered on his right hip, his scythe still in hand. Inclinging his head, he leans back against the wall and waits to see what would unfold.