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 Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 4:21 pm
  He watched as Cynthia strode over to her table in the middle of the room. She was still apparently in a great mood. Was tuning that enjoyable to her? Then again, different people have different hobbies. Not everyone is different. Rua saw as Jordan handed her air treks to Cynthia for a tuning, or at least that was what Rua thought. Jordan placed them down on the table as Rua did before. It seemed that her table was the spot where she like to tune and work on things. Rua began to wonder what sort of personality Cynthia and Jordan had. Not the ones that they portray to the public, their mask so say. He wanted to know what they really were underneath the shell called the skin, hiding away secrets and stories. On the outside Cynthia appeared to be an honest, well brought up girl. From her actions and speech, she would assume that she would definitely not take 'No' for an answer, nor did she like taking advantage of people seeing how she refused to take money as payment for her work. All in all, she was honest and adamant. He liked those kinds of qualities. Up front and in your face. Nothing to hide. For Jordan..well....He couldn't figure out what kind of personality she had from what only knowing her for what....a minute or two? She did seem like a person where they too did not want to take advantage of a person. But then again, he didn't know these people well enough so he brushed his assumtions aside. Cynthia's voice resounded within the room, replying to Jordan's comment about having to come back and pay Cynthia back, basically she told her to shut up and let her do her work. Again not taking 'No' for an answer, she bluntly threatened Jordan that should she not listen, she would just have to take the air treks and let Jordan earn them back as Cynthia's personal assistant. Geee...rather harsh there. Then again it only proved his theory about the two before him. He saw Cynthia turn back to Jordan, a serious look in her eyes. Waht was she going to do? A stare down perhaps? The room began to get brighter. Stupidly, Rua looked to the lamp nearby, it certainly was not the sourse of the bright light(s). Now looking at the center of the room he realized that the lights were coming from Cynthia herself. On her arms and legs were tattoos. Unlike ordinary tattoos, they glowed. They kept getting brighter and brighter. Dang if she didn't turn them down, he was sure that he would ultimately go blind. He raised a hand to cover his eyes. Damn it was bright. Was this her aura? It was a bit feeble, by the weight of it, but it had a certain feel as if it was ten times heavier. What was this gril made of? Really? He was intrigued now. He had guessed that she was a beginner, was he wrong? After a moment, the lights began to die down and he could lift his hand from his face, no longer needed to protect him from the lights. Jordan decided to speak again after a while of silence. She asked, directing the question to both Cynthia and himself, what roads they road.
He caught smidge that Jordan road the Apollon Road, because of it's fast speeds. He opened his mouth to reply but Cynthia had cut him to it saying aloud 'Ring Road' before quickly diving back into her state of concentration, her state of tuning. He still wished to remain in his chair as he watch Cynthia work on Jordan's air treks. He watched as she removed the wheels of the device, then proceding to removing the frame, in order to procede to upgrading the air trek. She thus continued on to removing the base. He studied the look on her face, her expressions that she held when she worked. A look of wonder spread onto her face as she looked into the At. He smiled, enjoying the fact that she was enjoying herself. It was like looking at a kid with a new toy to play with. The facination, the wonder, the delight. He watched as she continued to fiddle with the At. In the middle of her work, she stood up, heading to the only closet in the room and seemed to begin to search for something. She soon withdrew a metalic case, which she placed down on the table beside her work. She opened it to show a volumous amount of At parts, made up of gears, wire, srews, bolts, and even a welding kit!
Rua wondered in awe as he contemplated how on earth did Cynthia manage to get a hold of that many parts, maybe she saved up the money over time. He heard the television being turned on. He looked about, and saw Jordan with the remote. Remembering, Cynthia did just say that they could watch while they wait. Rua hoped that it would not disturb Cynthia and her work. He turned back to the television. There was a cartoon on. Although childish, he still on occasion watched them. Most of the time they were on Saterday mornings when he had nothing else to do, seeing how he didn't have to work full time--or at all really. He watched along with Jordan for a while, but it soon became boring so he glanced back at Cynthia to see if she was done or not. She looked about so. She was screwing back on the frame as well at the wheels. Probably all that was left to do was to polish and shine. Just when she tightened the last bolt, a small quake passed through the house. What was that...? He looked about in wonder. He noticed Cynthia was worried as she too began to look around. He saw her eyes stray towards the television, then dart back to the window leading out to the balcony. Quick as a thrush fleeing from a predator, she grabbed Jordan's At's and thrusted them into her arms, ignoring the polishing. She then snatched her own At's and laced them on. Without a word, she dashed off to the window and opened it. Rua got up to follow her. Where on earth was she going? He saw her tense up, ready to spring. He understood. She was going to jump. Right on the dot, she lunged, propelling from the balcony and jumping down. Down all the way to the ground. He ran up to the ledge of the balcony rail, seeing if she landed safely. Down on the concrete, stood Cynthia along with a shape of a man. Who was the man? Did he know Cynthia? He heard her growl out words and from the sound of it, not pleasent at all. For the first time, from the perhaps short time that Rua knew Cynthia, he heard her swear. It was a while but the two began to converse. He heard the man, all the while holding up a pair of air treks, saying it was an act of apology. What did he do? He was rather curious. Just when Cynthia decide to swip away the pair of At's did Rua decide to jump down from the ledge, after he put on his own pair of air treks of course. He heard Cynthia exclaim, wondering to herself what on earth she was doing. He saw her put a hand to her lips. Walking up to the two he said aloud, in a wary tone "Is everything alright?" ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
BLOW YOUR SPEAKERS WITH THIS SOUND
BUILD YOU UP AND BREAK YOU DOWN. 「 1 2 7 2 」
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 9:22 am
Elemental mastery:
Every elemental has full mastery over the element they represent
=Skill Gained at D Rank=
(Will Recieve once Rank is Accomplished)
Elemental synchronicity:
The elemental can react with another elemental of their own element or of another element. If they react with one of the same element, their magic power will increase exponentially (+15 Magic), resulting in massive power. If its used with one of a different element, their elements will harmonize and create a unique effect that could be extremely harmful to the enemy or helpful to allies.
(Gained/Born With) USER: i_wish
PASSWORD: ******
▶ Passage Approved
▶ Entering ｙｏｕｒｅ ｎｏｔ ｗｏｒｔｈ ｅｖｅｎ ｓａｖｉｎｇ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄xxxxxxxxxxxxF RANKxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxROSE PRINCExxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYUE. R (俊)ｉxｎxｆxｏxｒxｍxａxｔxｉxｏxｎxx █ xP E R S O N A L | I N F O |↘ ▌ Body Structurexxx6 ft. 0 in.xxx160 lbs.xxxslim/lean build↘ ▌ Genderxxx♂ Male↘ ▌ SexualityxxxHeterosexual↘ ▌ Road : The Symphonia Road revolves around the concept of sound production and wind manipulation to amplify the vibrations which can affect both the internal and external environments of the rider. Riders of this road are in tune with sound and have an appreciation for music. Other riders choose to equip themselves a medium which aids them in sound production. The medium could take the form of an instrument, in which case, tremendously increases the overall potential of the road. They use the influence of successive vibrations to cause varying effects to the opponents they face in battle and at times, to themselves as well. By changing the different environments that the waves travel through, which is essentially done through one's "Ride" and "Run", sound can be differently intensified or shifted to the best extent of the situation. The Symphonia Road possesses varying potential, depending on the ways that the tricks are applied. The potentials can could be categorized into three divisions: Percussion, such as clapping, and using of any instrument which requires banging, produces strong and wide sound waves which are fairly direct, solid, fast and uncontrollable. Stringed mediums such as guitars produce sharp and thin sounds which are easily reproducible, but overall, controlling the waves still seem to be difficult because of the ripple like sound wave pattern it produces. Wind instruments and vocals, lastly, are mediums in which sound can be easily controlled and moderated. Well balanced, vocals and wind instruments such as flutes produce whole sounds which are of moderate magnitude and which can easily be directed and handled. ↘ ▌ Aura : Angels, heavenly beings created by God, often used as a sign of purity and all that is holy. In the early stage, the Christian concept of an angel characterized the angel as a messenger of God. Angels are creatures of good, spirits of love, and messengers of the savior Jesus Christ. Later came identification of individual angelic messengers: Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, Uriel, and Lucifer. The term "angel" has also been expanded to various notions of spiritual beings found in many other religious traditions. Other roles of angels include protecting and guiding human beings, and carrying out God's tasks. Let it be written that such a rider under the guidence of these beings may be blessed not only with valted grace but the charm and wit equal to the winged beings. May heaven have mercy on all those pitiful souls that have strayed far from the way of his lord, the Almighty. Through sounds of immaculacy, will the weak be shieled from harm and the scornful be reduced to ashes. (俊)ｐxｅxｒxｓxｏxｎxａxｌxｉxｔxｙxx ↘ ▌ Caring as a mother warbler to her newly hatched chicks, Yue has much space in his heart for people and even more so with ones whom he is close to. Selfless, he does not wish anything more than the happiness of others around him, though is torn quite often on the subject of his own happiness. Will he truely be happy helping others or in order to find his own joy in life will he have to give in to his selfish desires? Modest, Yue prefers to get to know people and their interests than speak about himself however it can be a bad thing because he, from time to time, meddles with peoples lives in an act to "help them". In this state he has the obsession to assist whomever may have fallen into his grasps and force them, whether they like to or not, to deal with any problems they might have or bad habits that persist over time. Until such individual has met his standards, the pestering will not stop and Yue will go as far as to house himself in what ever home they might have. Due to his unfortunate past with certain individuals, he has a dark side to him which he rarely shows to anyone. How cliche. Normally Yue enjoys to relax and goes at his own pace. His aloof behavior is almost infecting, especially during fights where he enjoys nimbly evading his enemies to make it look like he's hardly doing much at all to dodge their attacks. His dark side brings out the most pitch black of his desires that which dwells within the deepest confines of his immortal soul and makes him fight recklessly without any regard of his own body. It almost seems as though another persona lives within Yue, screaming for release. ******** god and his commandments. He could less of a s**t about his soul. To tear. Rend. Rip. Shred. Mince into a million pieces. Obliterate. End it all. Shake away the shackles of religion and fath. Fly away now. Fly away. To leave nothing behind but utter destruction and despair. Nothing. Two sides of a coin, once flipped which side will it land on? ↘ ▌ History: Unavalible Quote: Ｒｉｄｅｒ Ｓｔａｔｓ ▄ Speed : 10
▄ Strength : 5
▄ Stamina : 5
▄ Jump : 0
▄ Air : 2.5 Ｒｉｄｅｒ ＴｒｉｃｋｓQuote: Melodious Nocturne: The rider uses an instrumental medium that can create gentle, soothing sounds, such as a harp, violin, or guitar. By swirling the wind around the adversary, and playing a calming, relaxing melody, the wind carries the sound waves and the tune is meant to slowly make the enemy drowsy or tired. This of course wouldn't work if the opponent cannot hear it or if they cannot be easily tired in their current state (such as high caffeine, sugar-rush / extremely hyper, etc.). The effects vary depending on the amount of time they are exposed to it. Effects can go from slow reaction time or drooping eyes to heavy arms and legs or loss of focus and concentration.
Soul-breaker Jam: By basically making a loud, heart-shaking noise, such the strong vibrations produced by the rider can be focused and channeled into a strong attack. Heightening air pressure of the waves that comes from the sound vibrations causes the waves to take a semi-physical, wave-like form. The shift in air pressure that hits an opponent can cause deep nausea or internal damage. The attack waves created are visible, glowing in a bright light. There are different means of producing sound, and different mediums instruments will cause different types of waves. For example, creating the sound through means of percussion, such as clapping or using a pair of gongs would manifest strong and wide waves, while using stringed instruments like a guitar will create smaller, more focused waves. A gong would be stronger, but a guitar can link more multiple waves into a string of attacks, easier. Wind instruments and vocals create waves which may be controlled a lot easier.
N.O. of a Star Pirate:The rider treads fast on Air Trecks and with their "Ride", converts the wind behind them into something close to a cushion. By cutting through the wind with swift, rhythmic movements, the wind that follows them becomes soft and cushion-like.The rider then collects the wind that is behind them onto their medium. This is the set up for using this ability. The cushion of wind around the medium allows for its durability and overall power to generally increase. Clapping would produce twice as much sound and vocals would be projected quite louder. In the case of instruments, however, this trick is able to convert it into a weapon. It allows for swinging and slashing, but without the risk of damaging the instrument, as the air cushion is protecting it. Using this trick, being cushioned by the wind itself, the rider's physical and non-physical offensive abilities are heightened, to the point that a strike can even put large dents on concrete walls.
00 Trick Slots
▄ Diary
▄ AT Powered Violin
▄ Dr. Dre Headphones - White
▄ Iphone w/ R.E.A.D
▄ Cash : 150
▄ A "Letter"
▄ AT Powered Guitar
▄ AT Powered Piano
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disconnected
Shutting down now.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:45 pm
((You post these in the custom's form...this is to track your stats))
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 11:09 am
Blizzard Hunting Ground [10,000]
Total Word Bank:
6420
Stats Gained:
+55 (Done)
  
Ｗithin the shadow engulfed abyss, more shapes turned in turmoil. A shadow within shadow, objects moved as they were pushed aside gently by the wind. However, in thre relm beneath the earth, away from the good graces of the sky, how could a gust such as the one only moments before have been created? Like dansers they appeared, moving at a steady pace in time with one another, orchestrating what could not be told in words alone. If music could have been played, a flute would signal their movements, a bell would resound in the backround. As elegant as they were, their movements also dictated another side which was ferocious, wild, untamed. Opoosites. The world was full of them, love and hate, life and death, peace and war. But in having both, balance is created. Too much of a specific thing can result badly. It is in between that greatness is achieved. Or at least in theory. Nearing the finale of the fluttering of wings, several of the figures disappeared, leaving behind only intangible petals which vanished the moment they reached the cold concrete. Out of the many that which took their leave of absence, only one remained. Disregarding the lack of backups to follow up in the mysterious walts, the figure made use of the terrain. Each of her strides carved a new path, in both meanings - figuratively and literally. Behind this unfathomably alluring beast, signs of it's unpredictable havoc remained, forever embedded into the walls and floor. Twisting it's limbs it glided the place with scars of blood ladened fangs that had their first taste of battle. Abiguous, the specter dashed about obstacles with ease. Like a spirit of the wind everywhere this youthful sprite went, stray paper and debris was sent into an upheaval leaving no regret for the action. Little things hinted at the sex of the figure that hid itself in the sea of black, the slight curve of a bosom and perhaps hips, fluid steps that mimiced the lapping of the ocean. judging from her height, the woman was estimated to be about in her late teens, perhaps already in her twenties. Regardless it was a woman that made way through the underground, silence her companion for the short journey. Eyes which have been closed for a quite a while opened, revealing an off mixture of blue and green - blue however remained dominate. The pair of orbs flashed menacingly at the cieling as if something latched on it had irritated her, glowing ominously. Bending forward, the lass applied speed to the slightly shimmering device latched to her feet. Now lighting the dank road, the woman shifted her weight while launching off into a low jump. Feet touching first, she used the centrifugal force that was applied during the jump to gain even more speed as she kept her body low and angled like an arrow to cut wind resistance to a minimum. But seeing how there was hardly any wind, there would not be much to stop the fay from shooting off at abysmal speeds.
From the stygian space light emerged. As a small speck it grew until it encompassed all. The jet balck haired woman emerged from a nearby building. It was rather worn down place, shabby even. The facility was crumbling as a whole but it served a purpose, a two way path to the underground. There were various places that which one could have entered to the world beneath the streets of Japan. This was only one of them. Xion meanwhile was dusting off anything that might have caught onto her body while she was traversing the dim maze below. Leaving one hand lank at her side, the other pushed back strands of hair behind her ear. As her hips gyrated, her legs moved. A bit dazed, her movements were uncoordinated by a fraction. Having no trouble finding the sound of a busy intersection, she angled herself in that direction. Along the way after Xion had covered a good five of six blocks, she held witness to a normal mugging. A man was being assualting by a couple of ordinary thugs. They had their attention on keeping the fellow quiet so they did not notice Xion's presence as she stared. The man being mugged saw and his eyes said it all ; 'Help me!' It was then that the thugs finished the process of wringing out all the money the poor fellow had on him that they turned to leave only to find her in the way. Jeering they found noimmediate danger from a helpless looking skinny girl, on the contrary, perhaps they were to have a bit of fun before the leave. That was what they had thought until she walked away, leaving their bodies a bloody mess. They were alive, but only by a bit. Whispering advice to the mugged man, he dialed the ambulence while she made way to a more secluded place.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 5:12 pm
 
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The doctor had done it. He had done what had seemed to be hopeless and sent the girl with black hair onward to slow road to recovery. They had done all they could to stop the loosing of liquids by dressing her and giving her first aide. As she was being rushed into the room where they would attend to her, a nurse managed to slip in an Iv attached to some sort of clear liquid of some sort that would help the girl with preventing any further cases of hypovolemic shock as it would help her body a bit better with circulation. As they bandanged her broken form she was also injected with antibiotics as she would certainly need it when she would wake up in case of infetions and painkillers. The doctor felt bad for the girl who still had a long life ahead of her, what did she do that would cause her to get such burns? Luckily there was little third degree burns but where it was contracted it was really bad, however it did not manage to spread to the bone, that would be bad. The girl would have to count her blessings. The man ruffled his shaggy brown hair, his hand which traced down to his small stubble began to scratch. He had passed his collegues without much of a glance and walked out to the exit. His other free hand reached for something inside his white coat he was wearing. Bringing out a holder of some kind he slipped it open to reveal two rows full of cigarettes. He was going out for bit to smoke, and to process what he had just seen and get it off his shoulders as he had other patients with much worser conditions than her. It was a long while after the doctor had gone out to smoke that Xion woke up in a totally strange world where she had done battle though that was all merely in her mind. The pain she had felt was really from her burns all across her back, but of course she was dreaming so she thought all the pain was from the giants blows and the regalia's back lash. It was soon that Xion truely awaken in the real world, the dream world slowly fading away. The light she had seen from the blue sky was already gone and dark clouds replaced the sun. Her hairclung limply to her lucid face which was pale as alabaster or even marble. She had realised that she wore no clothes underneath the covers ecept for a pair of panties so she pulled them up a bit to at the very least hide her cleavage. She winced as the sudden motion affected her spine and her wrist. Looking at her arm she noticed an IV needle imbedded in her skin. From the middle of her shoulders down she was bandaged. The bandages where white but only a few motions from Xion ended them up being aprtially soiled from her body's lack of ability to retain water from her back region. Her head was groggy. She could not think straight let alone understand where she was or why she was there. God it hurt, her head and her back, felt like a jack hammer was punding on her cranium while some old lady was ironing her ******** clothes on her back, b***h. The room appeared distorted to her as she was given too much painkillers and her senses were off. She felt like she was fether weight but when she moved it was like lifting a hundred pounds. Every motion resulted in her back furiously protesting and was soon followed by a lash of white hot pain that seared all down her back side. Xion was suprised she was not bedridden let alone parylized. There was a creak and her head spuntowards it though she regreted the motion as her head swam with dissiness making her feel a bit sick. It was only the door, there was no one. Yet even though it was the door why did she fell at unease? Every little thing seemed like something that was a potential threat to kill her. Trying her best did she get up from her bed to walk over to her air treks, tracing her finger over them. They seemed familiar, she had seen them multiple times before, right? It seemed as though her body remembered as her hands without effort slipped them on and tied the laces together. She had brought the sheet over from the bed as she had it cover her body limply to prevent herself from getting a cold.On the table with the air treks she had seen a jumble of items crammed into a small little bag. In it was an extra pair of clothes she had never seen before along with, an iphone, a bottle with little stars inside, a wallet with money, and two metal devices that she dare not touch. She opened the window and a rush of chilly winter air stung her already pale face. White snow was falling, but Xion did not know what it was. In her head questions like "What is this white stuff?" and "Where did it come from?" arose. What was this fine power that fell from the sky, was the sky crying frozen tears? She hesitated to reach out to touch the small falling ice crystals when her head began to hurt. When she meant by hurt she meant hurt more than it already was. Her brain was now on fire, little fire ants nipping away at tiny nerves and brain tissue. A cry escaped her lips as she sank to the floor and the door opened. A pair of hands swooped in on her to try to comfort her and ask her what was the matter but she did not listen, Xion was too busy with the throbbing as it muffled everything else out. Her hand clutched her head tightly so much that her knuckles were white, if it did not stop soon she would rather claw out her throat and die right there rather than endure the pain in her skull. Eyes raked wildly around the room in vain to search for something that might help, oddly never taking notice of the male nurse beside her. Her eyes stopped when she saw a "thing" underneath the bed. That "thing" was there the entire time? How could she not notice, it was just beneath her a moment ago? How was she so careless? It looked back with hungry eyes trained on her, unfazed that it had been discovered. The "thing" began to approach her steadily still on it's belly and it used it's hands to propell it forward. As it moved closer, Xion edged backwards, having no intention as to go any where near it. two antennae popped up as it's head was now currently not under the bed. As Xion edged back she bumped into the nurse whom had hear her cry out. Her eyes widened with fear. Another "thing" was right behind her, how many more did she not notice? "N-n-no! S-stay away! Stay back!" she screamed as she clumsily moved back away from the bed and the nurse. Now on her feet she backed up until she was just behind the open window. The nurse having no idea what was going on, as it seemed as though the girl had hallucenations, tried to speak saying that it was alright but Xion could not hear. All she heard was a jumble of uncohearent sounds, time being slowed down for her because of her ******** up brain, and all she saw was two creatures slowly advancing towards her. "I said stay back. No. N-no! STAY AWAY!" She had curled up her toes on the inside of the air trek which turned it on. A very strong blast of wind was sent into a frnzy within that very room. The windows broke with great force as the wind was too great and the nurse was sent back into the ******** room across Xion's the wall which he had impacted upon being dented a bit. The other "thing" was still there as it looked like it had anticipated the attack, it's sharp claws dug into the tile floor. People ouside below screamed as the glass fell down from above, others inside the building who could hear would scurry to the sourse of the noise. Xion ripping the stupid Iv needle out of her wrist she flung herself out of the window, no, rather she slipped and fell back which lead to falling out of the window. A middle age woman who happened to look up screamed as she saw Xion fall out of the window. Xion rotated her body making her feet parallel to the wall, one hand holding the blanket in place. In one moment it appeared as if she had fallen out of the window and in the next she vanished. She had kicked off from the building and jumped to a nearby telephone pole that sat beside the hospital but out of the way of any wandering eyes. What Xion had just saw was all but an illusion made up by her brain, the sad thing was that she didn't know yet. The poor little queen had lost her head~
⎾ мadизss is tлe saмe as couяage. зveяyone нas it. ⏌ ⎾ 0 0 0 0 ⏌
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