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nym runs faster "it is funny since I burn as well but not like you I just turn pink and then if I am out more than 40 min normaly it will peel . ew I know but cant help it." nym runs and bursts into the clearing thinking wow the moon on the ground here is really pretty and she keeps running till she realizes to late and runs straight into a lake. "BUgger!" nym swears loudly.

((why does it take you like 20 minutes to post?you really that slow at typing? lol))

((1. no romance its just two friends having fun.(note there has bin no romantic content) 2. I dont know but I am good at it! maybe its a witchy thing? lol))

((Ginj,you have a point. And it just seems like it. Seeing that your the only 2 posting here. Until now.))

GInji laughs. "Don't worry, you're far too young for me~ And besides, you couldn't handle me anyway. And besides that, I'm taken."
Ginji knelt at the waters edge, testing it, when suddenly Kakashi appeared behind him and used the "10,000 yars of pain attack" attack, sending Ginji flying up into the air, and then downwards into the water. Moments later, Kakashi vanished, and Ginji was left swimming in his clothes. "Owww! My a** hurts! Damn you Kakashi!"
((sorry, inside joke, but I had to...it's part of the rules...))

((it's a rule i share with a few frineds. whenever any of us rp's in a situation near a lake, we have to re-enact the scene where naruto is analy assaulted by kakashi and sent flying into the lake...)) Ginji shakes his head at Nym's splashing, and considers sending some water her way, but re-considers the idea. "I'd splash you, but the last time I got a girls hair wet...it ended badly for me...so your safe..."

GInji grins. "Well, you arn't a vampire, so I don't think you could hurt me much anyway, no offense~ As for the Vodka...sure, why not. I can't get drunk unless my blood itself is spiked, and well...better me than you, right?" Without waiting for a response Ginji takes the bottle and drains about quarter of it, taking a few drops of blood from his vial at the same time, and then hands both back to Nym, not realizing quite what he was doing..."AH, ye gods! That's refreshing eh?" Smirking, Ginji makes his way to the shore and removes his hat, cape, coat, socks, shoes, and jeans, leaving only his boxers. as he turns around a tattoo* over his heart can be seen, but he quickly sinks into the water to cover it. "So...What now?"
Tattoo:

((lol, totally missed the meaning of the tattoo there but that's ok. Gives me a shot at starting another rp somewhere~))
"Hmmm...Well....ehhh...I dunno..."

[[LOL!]] Ginji siighs, not sure if he wanted to reveal that part of his life quite yet..."Over 500 years ago, there was a tribe of asassins, who were very skilled at all the dark arts, they practiced with magic extensivly, and transformed their bodies to create their own form of evolution. Vampirism was just one of many of these evolutionary steps they mastered, as was it's cure. People in this tribe, from the time they were old enough to learn to fight, would be turned into vammpires at the start of every mission, and would be given the cure only after their missions were completed, untill a new mission was assigned. In this way, every child learned how to master every form of weapon and combat style by they time they appeared to be the age of 10, although actually they would be much older. but because of this, one's age was determined by how many missions they could complete. They more missions they did, the younger they looked. 477 years ago, the village made it's final mistake in the way of dark magic. They found a way to summon a shadow form of one of the strongest gods of death: Oni Kage no Kami. It stole the soul from every thing in the village, person or animal, the fate was the same; immediate death. I was away from the village at the time, I had been sent to destroy a village that rivaled ours, only they mastered the light instead of the dark. I was about to drain the life, and powers of their strongest master, a girl, or young woman I should say, when in an attempt to stop me, she showed me a vision, that of my village. Although I assumed it to be a lie, I knew my village had been planning such a summon for years, So I spaed her life alone, and started to return home, and found myself the last survivor. In a moment of weakness, i rushed towards the creature, determined to die, or to return it to it's realm. And in a single moment I learned how truly powerless I really was. My soul was almost torn from my body completely, when I was saved by the head priestess of the light village. She had followed me it seemed, with nothing to live for, hoping to at the very least destroy the evil my village symbolized, or at the very least, to destroy me. Instead, she sacrifced all her power to call out to her gods, not to destroy the god of death, but to return it to it's own realm, and keep it there forever. I lay there, dying, and in remorse for what I had done, not understanding why she had done it. Her answer, was that she would hate for anyone in her village, even her, to be though of as being anything like me, or what I had become, and so she gave me life. Already dying herself, and unable to heal her, she made me a bargain. If I vowed to change who I had become, she would give to me her life, and along with it, all that remained of her village. her memoried would be mine, and with it her powers. I could become a new hunter. Not one that hunted for evil, or necessarily good, but for balance. And wanting to live, I accepted. I never aged past 23...and over time, I grew stronger. 500 years of dark and light magic live in me, and every day I am able to use more and more of those skills...But, you asked about the tattoo...The tattoo is my oath. When she gave her blood to me, she cast a spell on me, that ripped open my chest, her powers and mine mingled inside my very heart. A moon, representing the purity of the light reflected from it, and a drop of blood, representing the life my village sought to have full mastery of. They became one and the same, and the Tattoo is the proof of that. As for the oath that was sworn...well...I'll leave it at this. My very existance depends on me keeping my word to her. Should I go back to the ways of my old village...The magics within me would destroy eachother, and my soul along with it...Does that answer your question?"