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 Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 12:14 am
Welcome to the The Art of Disguise[RP]!I would like to direct your attention to a few things before you begin:
1. I have placed the rules on this page as well as here. So please take a look at those before we begin, we will be sticking to them, savvy?
2. We don't want to clutter our RP so to talk about it please go to the The Art of Disguise RP.
3. We have a wonderful character artist with reasonable prices in The Butterfly Hit List.
4. Its not in the rules but we request that your posts are no shorter then 5 sentences. We like... no, we love detail, and if your character has nothing more to do then a one line post, please wait til there is something else they can do and post then instead.
6. Character profiles can be found right here.
5. If something in your post doesn't make sense, we may change it around, or ask you to do so. Mind you, we won't change your actions or what you make your character say, just change a few words and letters for clarification.
6. Have fun. Because that's what this is about.--------------------------------------------------------- RP Rules: 1. Literacy is expected.
2. Keep everything PG 13 or under. 
3. No emoticons.
4. No links to pictures.
5. Don’t quote in your post.
6. Use italics for thoughts.
7. Use “quotes” and bold text when talking.
8. Spell out your words.
[If you don’t know how to spell something:
1. Use the spell check available to you in Word.
Or [if for some reason #1 won’t work]
2. Put [sp?] next to it.]
9. Do not type another persons lines.
10. Do not make any extreme decisions [i.e. killing someone’s character or injuring a person's character] without gaining approval first.
11. Use complete sentences.
12. Ask for help if you need it.
13. Post any and all talk related to the RP in the Rendezvous SUBFORUM. [this is for clarifications, questions, comments; anything of that sort. We don’t want to clutter the RP with banter]
14. It is preffered that you type in small font, size 9, especially when posting long paragraphs.
15. No spaming pictures or page stretching.
16. Post at least twice a week, and know that the RP may move on without you around.
17. Please remove your signature when you post. Thanks.
18. Please pick a color to post in; do not post in a color that someone else already has.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 12:27 am
 Plot.Simple and clear:
The Butterfly mafia and its members are going on a mission for Han.
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More extended version:
Craig, back from his mission, had informed Kyrin of a mission that Han wanted Kyrin and the Butterfly Mafia to accompany Craig on. Kyrin, happy for something to do, and wanting to please her father, agreed. The mission was to kill a man that had been picking off some of Han’s men. In order to get to this man, Kyrin and the members of the Butterfly Mafia, have to travel by plane to another continent.
Before they leave, though, they must disguise themselves as someone completely different, because of the fact that they must attend a very formal party that is being thrown for the mastermind behind Han’s men’s deaths. They will have to be very convincing, as they will have to stay at the mastermind’s house for two days before the party as honored guests. If anyone is figured out, it could be death for the Butterfly Mafia. On their second night there, the party will commence and a huge fight will take place.End.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 12:32 am
Colors:Last time we had people starting to write in colors. And to avoid confusion, you will have to stick to the colors that you were using in the first RP. If you are new, you will have to find a color no one has. Once you find the color, please let me know which it is.Kyrin: Indigo
Osiris: Black
Craig: Dark Red
Isabella: Teal
Leif: #00CC66
Felix: Green
Mikel: Brown
Draven: Dark Blue
Daren: Blue
James: Red
Fiore: Orange
Lily: #7093db
Nori: Hotpink
Jaydn: #3399FF
Ian: Olive
Tristan: Dark Orange
Xavier: #FF0066 Remember: Your color CAN be an HTML code number. [Supplied chart: Here ] If you pick one of these, you need to write it like this ---> [ color= # (Insert your numbers here) ] [ /color ] .
Without the spaces, of course. If it doesnt make sense like that, then send me the number you want and I will do it for you the first time so you can see it. Please don't pick a color that is going to blind us to read, or that is going to be too light against white, savvy? biggrin Colors for Different Languages:Since a lot of us have characters that speak other languages, when you character speaks in a certain language, I would like you to place that part of their speech in the corresponding color, and very importantly, I want it in ENGLISH. Also, I dont want everyone going around having their character suddenly speaking a different language a whole lot, so let's keep it to a minimum please. I will add new colors for languages when I see fit, or when they are going to be used. Please don't pick your own color, I am trying to keep them a certain way. Thank you.Japanese: Gray
German: Tan
French: #33FF66
Spanish: #CC6699
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 1:23 am
 “Your dad has a mission for you.” Craig sat on Kyrin’s bed, running his hand throw his wet hair, taking out the tangles. Kyrin turned to him questioningly. It had been several days since Craig had been back now and the two had fallen back into their old routine; it made Kyrin quite happy.
Kyrin shifted in her bed, it was two days since Craig had told her of the mission that Han had for her. Opening her eyes, Kyrin looked to where Craig should have been in her bed, he wasn’t there. Kyrin figured that he had gone to tell Han that Kyrin and her Mafia had accepted the task. Kyrin hadn’t told the members of the mafia yet, but she was sure that the group would like to be out of the house, with something to do; especially because of everything that had been going on lately. Being cramped up seemed to be getting on everyone’s nerves, not just Kyrin’s.
“I think it’s a test.” Craig told Kyrin as he lay next to her in bed the night before, “Cause he never actually sent you on a mission before. Maybe he will make you a real sub mafia like Jaydn’s.”
This thought made Kyrin smile as she flung the covers off and stood. It was early, about four in the morning. But Kyrin couldn’t sleep. She hadn’t been feeling well lately, sort of queasy in the morning; she hadn’t told anyone, figuring that it was just stress. Flipping her light switch to on, Kyrin ran her hands over her face and rubbed her eyes. She looked at her reflection and shook her head. Her hair had grown long; the shorter part of her hair now reached past her chest and the long part to her lower back. Kyrin took out scissors from one of the drawers in her desk and sat in front of the mirror.
“How have you been?” Craig asked, as he sat at the dining table with Kyrin at breakfast, the day after he had showed up, “You seem a little high strung.” At this Kyrin could only laugh, there was nothing she could say to it. Craig laughed as well, knowing that she didn’t want to talk about it.
As her hair fell to the ground, Kyrin smiled. She had always cut her own hair, since she was thirteen anyway. She cut it short; slightly above her shoulders in the back and near her collar bone on both sides in the front. She didn’t really looked like herself at first, but she liked the change. Standing, she brushed hair off her clothes and left to the bathroom.
“How many people do you have now?” Craig asked, curiously, as he broke split ends out of his hair. Kyrin gave him the count and he nodded, “You are getting better about it, you know? Your father would be proud.”
Kyrin left the bathroom around five a.m. with strands of wet blonde hair falling into her eyes. She brushed them away and settled back into her room. Looking at herself in the mirror once more, Kyrin let out a laugh, now she really didn’t look like herself. She dressed in fitted dark brown dress pants, a teal sleeveless shirt with lace on the bottom hem and around the top collar, and a belt with a butterfly buckle. She slipped dark boots over her feet and slung her trademark coat over her shoulder.
“Your father would be proud.” Craig‘s voice resounded in her head.
It was about eight o’clock when Kyrin woke the rest of the house up rather loudly by knocking on their doors, she called a meeting in the ballroom. She was going to tell the group about the mission and urge them all to prepare themselves accordingly. Settling herself in her throne, Kyrin awaited the group to arrive.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 3:08 am
  When Kyrin called out to the house for a meeting, Izzy had been sitting in the kitchen, atop of a stool, happily stirring about the alphabet cereal pieces in her bowl to create nonsense words floating in milky white. "Kay!"
At eight o'clock in the morning, Izzy was ready to take on the rest of the day. Beginning at six-thirty that morning, she had rolled out of bed and showered. Walking into the bathroom, Izzy realized that she wasnt the only one awake. Ky showered already? Izzy hadnt been sure if her blue haired friend was awake yet. Izzy had broken out of her routine of sleeping with Kyrin last night when the older girl had said that she wasn't feeling well. Afraid of becoming sick herself, Izzy left the girl to her room and relunctantly slept alone in her own room.
A refreshingly long shower later, Izzy trotted back to her room, stocking covered feet softly padding down the hall and a towel wrapped around her head like a turban. Closing the door with a small click, Izzy sat down in front of her vanity and pulled the towel off of her head, letting it drop to the floor. Her hair was still wet, she had no intention of putting her usual ribbon in it. Instead she brushed it, letting it flick bits of water everywhere, humming randomly as she did so. Putting down the brush, she spotted the bracelet that Craig had given her. She took it off every night before going to bed, it was uncomfortable to wear as she slept. Slipping it back on, she liked the way the pink sapphires glimmered and complimented the indigo of her dress.
She sat at the vanity looking at the bracelet for a few more moments before getting up and going to the bed. Dropping down on all fours, Izzy lifted the edge of her bedsheets and peered underneath her bed. Reaching in, she pulled out a pair of tall black platform boots and sat down on the bed, commencing to put on said boots. That finished, she decide to have breakfast. She went down to the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible and, after pouring herself cereal and milk, sat there, half eating, half playing with her food, until Kyrin summoned her.
Izzy pushed the bowl away from her gently and hopped out of her chair. Bouncing her way to the ballroom, Izzy enter the room and cried out as soon as she saw Kyrin, "Morning Ky!" Making her way across the room, Izzy sat down at her usual spot by Kyrin's feet on the dias that Kyrin's throne sat upon. It wasnt until then that Izzy realized that something was very different about her friend. Eyes opening wide, Izzy gasped, "Ky! Your hair!"Jaydn laid on his stomach as he slept, an arm buried under his pillow, the other hanging off the edge of the bed. His rhythmic deep breathing showed just how deeply asleep he was, as did his lack of acknowledgement when his bedroom door opened and then closed, but not before a certain someone came into the room.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 3:22 am
Kyrin, knowing that her cousin was a heavy sleeper, had opened his door and let her beloved panther into the room, before she had closed it and went to wake the rest of the house. Osiris, padded softly into Jaydn’s room, and under Kyrin’s orders, he happily took the man’s blankets in his teeth and ripped them from the bed. He took his new prize away into Jaydn’s closet where he left them. Osiris then let himself up on Jaydn’s bed and looked at Jaydn with deep golden eyes. His movements shifted the bed slightly as he crouched down in front of Jaydn’s face; it was a wonder how such a big animal could be so graceful in its movements.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 10:37 am
Nori had been up at four and finished routine cleaning by six. He usually got up much later, but sometimes he lost sleep from thinking too much. While on his bed, he had pulled a complicated peice of literature by Joseph Conrad onto his lap and read as the sun came up. There was a certain peace in reading with the waking sun.
When Ky had knocked on his door, he slipped his reading glasses off slightly and marked his place in the book. He was propped against the head rest with the rolling of tousled bedding curled around him. Breaking from his comfortable position as she walked by, he threw his legs over the bed side and fastened his shoes. His state of mind instantly went from contemplative to sparkling as he stood up.
A good majority of his room had been renovated to having mostly white and pale green accents. Ky had given him permission to have his way with decorating, so he helped himself to some zen-like garnishing for good measure. He decided to borrow a tan dress from Izzy for his current female attire and he admired the way it draped downward. His disguise was positivley convincing, a distress to males and lesbians alike.
After walking downstairs at his own pace, almost the same as Izzy's, he smiled towards her, and then to Ky. But his face froze in astonishment at Ky's new look. He didn't even have to say anything, as Izzy seemed to ask for him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 11:00 am
 When Draven heard the knock at his door, it instantly made him frown. Although he had not slept for sometime, and was generally worried about Kyrin and how she was handling his actions; Draven seemed not tired in the least. When the knock came, he was actually getting ready; his room was sparsely furnished, save the wardrobe and the trunk at the end of a single bed. Nothing about the room was decorated, but nor should it be Draven thought. There was one thing that may have decorated the room had it not been hidden in his closet. A simple alter, raised to atone for his past sins. Draven was a distinctly religious man, though his morals sat nowhere near what his god would want.
Throwing on a pair of black jeans and a loose white dress shirt made of silk, Draven made his way down the stairs. His hair draped loosely over his back, having grown quite a bit since he last had it cut. It was like an ebony waterfall, slowly swaying with his graceful movements. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, Draven didn’t directly enter the ballroom, instead he disappeared into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
With that, he sat and waited for everyone else to collect, not really caring for what Kyrin had to say, he might work for her, but certainly not by choice; in his mind, Kyrin was the villian and Draven the captive hero. Draven in all aspects was a free man. Law or chaos couldn’t bind him, his will blasting through domination. His ideals were good, and although he strayed from the past every once and awhile he always came back. Nothing could stop him for atoning for his sins. The evils he had created in his past.
Simply shaking his head, Draven leaned back in a kitchen chair and listened to the footsteps of Kyrin’s bunch.
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Battle-ready Shapeshifter
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 7:21 pm
 It was a rare day for Fiore to open her sunset orange eyes with a smile spread across her skinny cheeks. But just the day before, her father had left for yet another business trip. He had been especially harsh to Fiore lately, due to her newly blind eye, so it was a refreshing feeling to not have to think about it for a while.
But still her dreams were filled with wanting to become stronger, like an obsession. Had she been brainwashed? She didn't want to think about it like that, and tried to think that her father really cared about her welfare, and that was all, even if it wasn't true.
She sat up out of her japanese-style bed and flipped her long, silver hair over her shoulder and got into her usual attire. She had her silver watch along with her goggles hanging like a necklace.
She smiled again. She hadn't been out for a while, as her punishment for losing eyesight in her left eye, so she couldn't help but wonder how the butterfly mafia were up to. It was still early after all.
She pulled on her boots and headed out swiftly out into the street, making sure not to wake her grandfather as she did so.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 10:07 pm
As soon as the warmth of the blankets were torn away from Jaydn, he curled up into a ball and shivered, trying to keep whatever heat remained with his arms wrapped around his body. He found it rather hard to do though seeing as how he was only dressed in a pair of boxers. But he was slowly coming to consciousness. Turning over, he groaned softly before opening bleary eyes only to be faced with another pair. Large, golden, foreign. Surprised, Jaydn jerked backwards with a yell, "Holy shi-!" before falling flat on the floor.
He laid there for a few seconds before getting to his feet, grumbling and shooting annoyed looks at the great panther. Stupid Kyrin and her stupid cat... Jaydn was not a morning person and usually wasnt up before 10 unless he had to be for business reasons or if he just hadnt slept the night before. Running his fingers through his tangled hair and scratching the back of his head, he gave a yawn. Now that he was up though, he couldnt go back to sleep. Wandering over to his closet, he pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans, a black wifebeater and a black overshirt and began to grudgingly dress himself. He determined to talk to Kyrin about taming her cat though he had a high suspicion that Kyrin had given the cat its orders and that it wasn't doing it just to spite him.
Looking towards the floor of his closet in search of his shoes, Jaydn found his blanket instead. Lifting it and tossing another withering glare at Osiris, Jaydn returned to his bedside and made his bed. It wasnt out of a want to be orderly, it was simply something that he been forced to make into a habit. Going back and putting on his shoes, Jaydn made to leave the room but not before making sure that Osiris made no intention of staying after.
Closing the door after the two of them, Jaydn sauntered down the stairs and was about to enter the kitchen in hopes of finding breakfast before he heard voices coming from the ballroom. Changing directions so that he could hopefully find his cousin and chew her out for waking him so early, Jaydn walked in and discovered something interesting enough to make him forget his annoyance. Kyrin... blonde... With no restraint, Jaydn bursted into laughter.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 10:25 pm
The lighting in the ballroom was bright as all the lights were on full and there was nothing impeding its passage throughout the room. The white marble walls glistened and Kyrin was in contrast to it all as she sat upon her throne. Kyrin had been slouching back in the throne, one leg crossed lightly over the other, her posture overall seemed laid back and uncaring. She toyed with her hair, the way that Craig normally did, and stared at the blonde locks in between her fingers. Kyrin kind of liked the blonde, it was a dark blonde, not really the beach bunny color and as she had had her hair the dark blue for many years it was definitely a nice change. She didn‘t know how long she would keep it that way, but that didn‘t really matter at the moment.
Seeing Izzy and Nori come in first, Kyrin smiled at them, they both seem astonished at her hair. This made her laugh internally, she was in a good mood today, and she was determined to do well on the mission to make her father proud. That was one of the main things that had driven Kyrin throughout her life. Kyrin had never worn her hair blonde before, but she was now, and with good reason. She had opened her mouth to say something, when she noticed her panther enter the ballroom, and shortly after him, a rather annoyed looking Jaydn. But when she heard Jaydn burst out laughing, it made her stop for a moment, “What?” Her tone sounded annoyed, but in reality she had figured this kind of response from him and didn’t really care.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 10:37 pm
Leaning back in his chair, Draven heard the laugh, then Kyrin’s voice. That combination sent him sprawling backwards off his chair. Although, because of his quick reflexes Draven rolled backwards and came back up on his feet, facing the downed chair. A brisk shake of his head and a sigh his pushed the ruffles out of his fine shirt and went to see what was going on in the ballroom.
As he moved through the rooms, he saw the back of one man he hated, but not quite with a passion that would take far more energy that Draven wanted to put into a man he found so insignificant. Standing far enough back to not get noticed unless of course, someone was looking out into the hall. Draven caught site of Kyrin and his eyebrows raised in a brief moment of surprise.
Rolling his shoulders and letting out a breathe, he stood in the hall and waited to see what was going to happen, he really wanted no part of whatever Kyrin wanted them to do. In his opinion, she was childish and it strongly reminded him of the confusion found in high school, not that he attended.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 11:28 pm
Making a show of wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, Jaydn continued on his way toward the dias. He shook his head and chose not to answer. She can't honestly not know why. The smile still lingering on his face, Jaydn turned and gave a brief nod of acknowledgement to Nori, a boy who Jaydn had become slightly more comfortable with, usually more so when he dressed appropriate to his gender. As in the case of Izzy, who continued to sit by Kyrin's feet and look at him through wide confused eyes, he ignored her completely, turning to his armchair and sprawling across it. Sitting upon it as he usually did with one leg draped over an arm and his back resting against the other, he clasped his hands together and rested them on his stomach as he gazed at Kyrin, his eyes still twinkling, "So is there a reason why you thought it so important to wake me up via your cat?" Izzy couldn't understand it. For some strange reason, every time Kyrin's cousin would come into the room, he never ever spoke to Izzy. And though in the beginning when he first came to visit their mansion in the first year that they had it, Izzy had greeted him and attempted at conversation, she soon stopped trying, having only recieved a blank stare from him that had a underlying feeling she couldn't place. It created a empty feeling in her every time he shunned her.
Turning her attention away from Jaydn so as to escape the feelings she felt slowly building, Izzy rested her head slightly against Kyrin's leg. It's ok, so long as Ky likes me.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 12:00 am
Kyrin smiled at her cousin as he walked over to the chair near her and made himself comfortable. He has no sense. Kyrin thought idly, she wouldn’t have dyed her hair if it hadn’t been for the nature of the mission. Maybe I’ll go back to natural after this… Kyrin thought off handedly as she ran a hand through Izzy’s hair, as the girl leaned against her leg. Shifting so that she wasn’t slouching anymore, Kyrin looked at Jaydn, “He looked bored.” She said simply. She hadn’t really needed a reason, other then the fact that picking on Jaydn amused her. Osiris padded over to Kyrin and sat next to her, on the side that Izzy wasn’t occupying and nuzzled against his masters leg. Kyrin smiled down at him, over the past couple days she realized that her cat was actually quite taken to Jaydn, even though he was a man. Kyrin figured it was because her and Jaydn tended to act the same a lot of the time and Osiris knew the air that Kyrin held about her and sensed it in Jaydn as well.
Kyrin looked around and tried to figure out who she was still missing from the group, the names came easily to mind: Jamie, Ian, Draven, Lily, and Craig. Kyrin had been slightly distant from James and Draven since Craig had come back around, because it seemed that every time she saw him, she seemed to fall for him again. Craig was one that had always been there for her, and he held a lot of power in her father’s mafia when he needed to. Kyrin always admired that. She seemed to be drawn to men that had power, she figured that it may have been one of the things that had originally drawn her to James, but she shook that thought out of her head. She liked James because he was different, but she wasn’t in love with him. And thinking about love brought Draven’s confession into Kyrin’s head, That man is crazy… She thought; every time she encountered Draven, she found herself walking on eggshells because he never had a set thing that would upset him.
Sighing, Kyrin decided that, even without the rest of the group, she may as well get down to business. Turning her attention to Jaydn and Nori, because none of it really applied to Izzy, Kyrin said, “Han has a mission for us.” Kyrin then began to tell the two about the mission and the inner workings of it. After she finished, she turned to Nori, “You’ll be working on the disguises.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 12:18 am
Nori listened intently to what Ky was saying. With each new bit of information, he was getting excited. He never considered himself doing something as sinister as murder, but the idea was interesting and it's not like it wasn't for some type of justice (as he saw it). As long as he himself didn't have to get his hands dirty, he trusted Kyrin.
After she finished and adressed him, Nori stared wide-eyed. " Eh-? Me?" He pointed at himself as he said it.
Actually, now that he thought about it, it would probably be an easy task for him. Sewing, dying, makeup, mannerisms, were all something that he could change and teach someone to change.
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