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 Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 9:24 am
Once upon a time.... As most stories begin, Another is ending...Happily ever after... Yet sometimes, a story has no end... And there is no once upon a time... Instead. It is... Once upon this time... Welcome to this world... Are we a dream? Or are we real? Maybe we are simply letters in a child's book... But nevertheless... We must begin the story somehow... So, Once upon this time... There was a night in which 9 youths had a dream, the exact same, all of them. And strangely enough, they all lived near each other. Some of them even knowing each other... Whats that? The dream? Ah yes... Forgive me child... I have grown old... The dream was of a youth, possibly around 17. Running for his life. Then he turned into an alleyway... To trip and fall against the wall. Another youth followed, seemingly the same age and wearing the strangest clothing you could think of. He looked like something from the middle of the medieval times... The youth stepped before the other youth. The one wearing strange clothes you couldn't see clearly. For his hat was in the way concealing his face in shadow... The one on the ground seemed to be praying. The shadowy one's hand had black tendrils grow around it, before he reached into the others chest. Then there was a chuckle as the youth stopped praying and looked the man in the eyes. Dim silver orbs piercing the darkness. The 9 heard the conversation between the two in this dream... "Why are you doing this?" the one on the ground sobbed... "Because I want to live..." He said smoothly. "Please..." the man began to pray again "No use praying. Your not going up or down... Nor anywhere else..." The youths hand came from the others chest silently ripping something. The one opened his clenched fist partially. Showing an eerie glowing blue fire burning in his hand. The other one asked; "What are you?" choking on the words slowly "I am The Soul Thief." he said quickly and threw a knife into the youths chest "And you were the first of ten." he said to the corpse. Then he turned to where the 9 were seeing the dream. And smiled. "I know you were watching.... You have all been marked... I'm coming..." the nine woke up to various burning sensations on their skin in different places... For One, in the palm of the right hand there glowed a fire similar to the one he had ripped from the chest of the other youth. It soon stopped glowing. Fading into a black mark. The others shared the same mark, but in other places. The frontward base neck, a left forearm, a right ankle, the right shoulder, center of the chest, back of the neck, the top of the left foot, and another one with the left palm marked, and of course the right palm mark... This is how our story begins... The marks have given them power but they do not know it yet... Over what it depends... On the Mark... And the Person... Who are you? (( The time is current, You are in high school. The 9 all go to the same high school. ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 8:44 pm
The Rules Of The Thief's Game... One~ Follow the Rules of this Guild Establishment, My Rules, and Gaia ToS...
Two~ Don't Godmode or Autohit under penalty of Sniper teams positioned around your house.
Three~ I won't except Mary Sues, god damn it. Be Original!
Four~ The Soul Thief is going to be played by me. Although, maybe there are others... Youd better be good if you wanna play one of them.
Five~ No Cybering. At All. AT ALL. Take it to the P.m's fool.
Six~ Have Fun!
Seven~ Make your posts beautiful, include a picture in each post.
Eight~ These rules are subject to change.
Nine~ Follow them at all times
Ten~ Subject you're profile "The Flame of the Soul"
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 8:59 pm
What The Thief Knows About You...
[color=YOURCOLOR][b]They Call Me[/b] [i]((Name: First MI Last))[/i]
[b]I am a[/b] [i]((Location of Mark will do. Social Class/ Group also ^_^)) [/i][b]Love Me Hate Me Its All The Same[/b]
[b]I have Blown Out[/b] [i]((Age))[/i][b]Candles[/b]
[b]Here is my Story, Listen now, I wont tell it by the campfire[/b][i]((Bio Make it a Good Paragraph, No Mary Sues, No raised to be a Weapon Storyline, It is okay to have combat experience but not to be a super expert in 100 things))[/i] [b]It may Be Painful but its the Truth...[/b]
[b]I will always Shroud myself in[/b] [i]((Likes at least 3))[/i]
[b]These will never see me[/b] [i]((3 Dislikes at least))[/i]
[b]If you face me in combat Prepare yourself for my[/b] [i]((Your Weapons, As few as none as many as 5, this includes Machines that you have on you)) [/i][b]In the Face![/b]
I use This Style (( Hand to Hand Combat Style, can be anything From Ninjutsu to Boxing, not anything required really.))
[b]I look like[/b] ((Anime Pics Only Please))
[b]The Person who moves my piece is [/b][i]((Username Duh))[/i]
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 11:20 am
Members of The Thief's Game... Accepted Profiles They Call Me Nelo C. Lode
I am a The New Kid. Love Me Hate Me Its All The Same
I have Blown Out 17 (529)Candles
Here is my Story, Listen now, I wont tell it by the campfireI don't like to talk about my past. So don't ask. My job is also kinda touchy subject. I hate it but I gotta do it. It may Be Painful but its the Truth...
I will always Shroud myself in Chocolate, Books, Napping
These will never see me Math, Being good at Math anyway,
If you face me in combat Prepare yourself for my A couple of knives, Throwing knives In the Face!
I use This Style Judo, Boxing, Taekwondo and My own Style; Pure Violence.
I look like
The Person who moves my piece is Ark Of Umbrage
They Call Me Roe NMN Elani
I am a Brawler, Rebel, Black Sheep, almost literally and I am marked on the back of my shoulder Love Me Hate Me Its All The Same
I have Blown Out 17 Candles
Here is my Story, Listen now, I wont tell it by the campfire My father was never around, he was, as the song goes, "a rolling stone." My mother raised me (for lack of a better word) on her own but she was damaged and didn't really know what the hell she was doing so I roamed free and got into plenty of trouble. I joined a street gang when I was 10 and was taught how to survive, how to steal, how to fight, how to survive on the streets. When I was 12, I ran into the man that I wish was my father. I picked his pocket and he caught me red handed. He didn't call the cops but he did turn me over his knee and whup my butt. He said weren't square, though, not even with my butt stinging. He said that I'd work for him, told me it would keep me out of trouble. Turned out, he was a badass bounty hunter and I worked in his office as his little file clerk. Naturally, I tried to renege on our agreement but he found me and....tanned my hide again. I hated him for a long time but it turned out he was actually pretty cool....and he could take down some badass dudes with one hand tied behind his back (at least, that's what I thought.) He set me straight, got me going to school on a regular basis after I admitted that I wanted to be just like him when I grew up. Turns out, I gotta have an education to do what he does, so that's what I'm doing. But I don't have to like it. It may Be Painful but its the Truth...
I will always Shroud myself in Leather, Music, Knives, Dancing (you tell anyone about that last one and I'll hurt you...and make it look like an accident)
These will never see me Pink, Most Authortiy Figures, Bullies
If you face me in combat Prepare yourself for my My dirty fighting, a collection of knives, my knowledge of how to use a gun (even if he won't let me carry), and just my overall knowledge on who to hand your a** right back to youIn the Face!
I use This Style Street fighting, Brown belt
I look like 
The Person who moves my piece is DarkScarlettVixen
They Call Me Kiley J. Anders
I am a Freak nerd with a black mark on the back of my neck.Love Me Hate Me Its All The Same
I have Blown Out 17 Candles
Here is my Story, Listen now, I won’t tell it by the campfireMy mother stayed at home to cook, clean, and look over me and my two brothers. I have one older and one younger. My father died when I was five and two years later my mother married my stepfather. He was a cheating loser who hit her and tried to hit us. My brothers and I left to live with our aunt but my mother decided to stay with her loser husband. My aunt is a secretary and my uncle works in construction. I’ve never really fit in anywhere. It’s not because I’m a nerd or a loser, well I am those things but that’s not the point. I’ve never fit in anywhere because I have SAD, or Social Anxiety Disorder. I’m uncomfortable around most others and even my family. Even thinking about big groups or gatherings makes me really uneasy and sick to my stomach. As the years go on I get a little better but I’m still very antisocial and a loner. I have a couple of friends that help me out but not too many people want to deal with me because they think I’m a freak. It may Be Painful but it’s the Truth...
I will always Shroud myself in Music, Books, Movies, Night, Animals, Alone Time, and Warmth
These will never see me Large Groups, Cold, Jerks, and Loud Noises
If you face me in combat Prepare yourself for my junk in my bag In the Face!
I use This Style Boxing and Taekwondo
I look like 
The Person who moves my piece is ChemNerd11
They Call Me Mikaela Lyn Harvy
I am a punk-a** kid with a strange tattoo on my chest...Love Me Hate Me Its All The Same
I have Blown Out seventeen Candles
Here is my Story, Listen now, I wont tell it by the campfire I actually come from a pretty high class family. My dad made it big as a business man, my mother as a model. Generally, any little girl would be in heaven with the life I was given. But, then again, not every little girl has a perfect older brother.
I'm sure he doesn't mean to. I love Daren to death. I really have no choice. My parents always paid more attention to him than me; he could do no wrong in their eyes. According to my therapist, that's why my behavoir is so 'radical'. I have... anger management issue, to put it kindly. I didn't have many friends growing up, since everyone either wanted to be Daren's friend, or saddle up next to me for the money. Because of this, I never really learned to socialize, and I got envious of the attention. When I couldn't get it the normal way, I'd lash out in frustration in a big way. I'm better than before, but I still get stuck on how to properly express my feelings. But Daren's always stuck by me. He calms me down. He's probably also the reason our parents haven't shipped me off to some sort of special boarding school for extrememly angry youth. It may Be Painful but its the Truth...
I will always Shroud myself in Compliments (though I don't handle them well...), Apples, High Places, Cats, Sweets, Winning
These will never see me Onions, Losing, Crowds, Thunderstorms, Spiders, Hot Weather
If you face me in combat Prepare yourself for my A small gauge pistol, whatever's around me In the Face!
I use This Style Improvision, Street Fighting, Gymnastics (it's good for my anger)
I look like
The Person who moves my piece is Reku1495
They Call Me Gregor Jon Jackson
I am a clumsy cafe worker with an odd tattoo on my palm... Love Me Hate Me Its All The Same
I have Blown Out eighteenCandles
Here is my Story, Listen now, I wont tell it by the campfire There really isn't much tell. My mother and father both work middle class jobs. We live in a normal house. I have no brothers or sisters. And we all get along just fine. My life has been painfully boring. Well, with the exception of all my, uh, 'mishaps'. I tend to be unfathomably clumsy and unlucky. You know Murphy's Law "What can go wrong, will"? That's me. Fate loves to push me around, along with most of the kids at my school. I stear clear of places like gyms. I'm more likely to break a bone than build muscle... It may Be Painful but its the Truth...
I will always Shroud myself in Quiet Places, Books, Numbers, Pizza, the Water, Little Kids
These will never see me Jocks, Jerks, Stairs, Heavy Objects, People who Skimp on Tips, Seafood
If you face me in combat Prepare yourself for my Just a small pocket knifeIn the Face!
I use This Style Fighting? Ha! Yeah right! Unless running like hell counts...
I look like
The Person who moves my piece is Reku1495
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 1:30 pm
Marks~ The frontward base neck~ Shapeshifting, Terrakinesis (Earth) Left forearm~ Time control. (Not super all powerful though), Hydrokenisis. Right ankle~ Combat Reflexes, Knowledge of all fighting styles Right shoulder~ X ray vision, Intangibility ~ Taken Center of the chest~ Invisibility, Pyrokenisis (Fire) ~ Reserved Back of the neck~ Telepathy, Emotion Control ~ Taken Top of the left foot~ Super Speed, Aerokenisis (Wind) Left palm~ Cryokenisis (Ice), Lie Detecting Right palm~ Super Strength, Telekinesis ~ Reserved
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