Gwinn Sondis...I like that name. Really I do!
Here is SeraphimAdrift's really cool entry! ^^
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NAME: Gwinn Sondis
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Height: 5’5’
Hair: Huge long braid and a slight bang on the left. (hair color: Sienna Brown)
Eyes: Grayish Hazel
Complexion: Brown
Body Built: Average/Curvy
Accessories: A pair of long earrings with little hoops, black gloves (no fingers), small yellow rubber band holding the end of braid.
Clothing: Wide Legged Black Jeans, Dark Brown Hoodie, Orange Short Sleeve Shirt Underneath, Black Flat Shoes
Weapon: Pearls
Transportation: Firaga (A Phoenix)
Personality: Tough Exterior, Empty Interior, Brutally Honest, but she still cares.
Background Story: (O_O I went blank…oh no!) Hmm…
Well I guess I just start from what I have already about her…
Currently she is on a journey to kill the man that murdered her teacher who she succeeded after many years of extensive training under the watch of Mr. Yen and Vilin (which is the teacher). Her mother and father put her into a private school of magical arts dealing with pearls. Which the pearls are used as offense and defense against enemies that dares to disrupt peace upon the land. Though there really hasn’t been a need for weapons, but harnessing such power was essential just in case such commotion arises. By her side is Vilin’s phoenix, Firaga, to be her transport and her eyes when she cannot see…Gwinn is rather defensive at times as if she has to prove herself to everyone so she tends to create walls to keep from others to see her vulnerability. She can be rather heartless and cruel with words, but deep down she truly cares and that is why she say things strongly and bluntly to get her point across with no strings attach. Despite her coldness she doesn’t snap for attention or to be seen it is more to it than that. Something so offending have to tug her nerve before she reaches the edge and go over it…such as the death of her inspiration. That is why she is willing to sell her soul to avenge the person she sees as a sister…a second mother…
This is Gwinn so far…I haven’t finished this story so her development will probably alter throughout time so this is the beginning stages of her story…
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Wow I didn’t really get on here until now which it is late. O_O I shall comment a few of you. ^^;;; Well until I fall asleep on my keyboard. Thank you all again for all the support and everything… I truly appreciate it a lot. ^_^
~Live On and Don't Give Up On Your Dreams~
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Great job Seraphim-Sama!!! ^_^
Yeah, umm, for the record, I'm done with the crazy names. >< They hurt my head too much to think of, and I'm too sore right now to think of them anyhoo...>__>
Well, this is kenji5678's really cool entry. I personally, love ripped things, so this thing really caught my eye when I first glanced at it. XD
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NAME: Kikio
[NOTE: SHE IS A GHOST...MEANING SHE'S DEAD XD]
she died at age 23, because she was in a circus preforming with her giant fans, on the really high ropey thingy when suddenly she fell off, and the net below her was on fire.... hehe
She can be serious at times, but does enjoy having fun, she can be like a big sister, always looking after th living who are in trouble, always trying to help them. She is very colorful, and her pesonality has a very wide range, she can be happy, to angry in just a second, and back again. She has a dog who follows her around. It's alive, but somehow, it can see her, and it got really attached to it. She just calls it " mutt" beause she doesnt know what else she should call it. She also has a bit of a temper, and whenever her dress gets caught on a tree branch or something, she tends to swear at the branch till it seems like it just might cry ^^ lol.
Her fans are actually very light, and i made them all rotn up ish to add more effect to her ghostly appearance. She is actually very colorful for a ghost, but maybe that is because she was burned as she died, and the heat added a it of color to her... idk...
as a ghost, she actually cant fly on her own cause apparently, in my world, ghost cant fly ^^, but they can use abojects to help them fly, which is what she uses her fans for. Even though the are all torn, they defy all the laws and still lift her up. XD
she flaps them like a little birdy, and so when she flies, it looks really funny. I cant write more cause my mom wants me off the comp...
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Awesome sauce job!!
Remember everyone, the deadline may still seem like a week or two away, but that deadline is ALWAYS going to be closer than you think...^^
I just want to make sure that everyone is able to submit and entry should they be thinking about it! ^^
Oops, sorry about that Le Kun...>< I was too much of a lazybum but now I've finally put it up...>__>
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NAME: Lethean
Age: 13 in human years. Eons older in Vampire Years.
Appearance: A long black trench coat the stretches down to his ankles. The fabric is nothing special. Your average heavy coat stitched with the skill of a commoner. Black heavy boots similar to that of a foot soldiers. White gloves that conceal his bloody hands from time to time. He never removes his trench coat no matter what the weather. He feels nothing as humans do. He does age as fast as humans. And he does not need to feed as often as they do. Very straight forward and sarcastic. Hates to be bothered with unimportant matters. Loves green apples. :P
Current Ongoings: He travels in search of any remnants to his past. (His memory has been erased with his resurrection.) Along his ventures he meets many people, both villianous and heroic towards him. All the while, learning about himself and who he really is.
Story: Stake Canyon’s abyss. Just as the name implies, this canyon appears to have a smooth white bottom. In actuality, an innumerable amount of stakes are embedded into the walls of the land structure. Perfect for the disposal of vampires.
“Let’s get this over with…” Those words emerged from the blackness of one man’s hood that stood in front of the client. Eight other individuals, cloaked in black robes, faced the traitor from a distance ready to survey his death. They were anxious to see his body torn apart by the numerous stakes that made up the murderous wall in Stake Canyon.
“State your name and your crime, peon.”, said the foremost member.
“I am not at fault. You are the ones who are blind. You will soon come to see that I, Lethean, was only doing it for the sake of our kind.”, responded the tall man who was also wearing a robe of similar appearance.
“Will you not admit your crime, traitor”
“I have not committed one.”
“Then suffer the consequences.” Before the words settled in the air, his fist was sunk deep into Lethean’s gut with great force. Lethean, unable to move his bonded hands and legs, cringed and was lifted off the ground he stood- subsequently being driven off the edge of the cliff... into the great abyss…
His lifeless body fell gracefully as his cloak danced in the rushing wind around him. Everything became a blur within seconds… Suddenly time stopped just for him as he closed his eyes. A thought in a moment.
(“Why…? Why when I close my eyes… do I feel at ease… why…”)
In that very instant, the wind rushing against his back changed course. A powerful gust warped around his corpse in all directions. Suspended in midair he was. The nine executioners at the edge of the cliff were not visible at this point but then again, they didn’t see with their eyes to begin with. Sensing something out of place, the leader of the group grew uneasy. “…*gasp* L-Look!”, shouted one of the clan from a distance as he pointed in despair at the sky. With that said, the clouds separated over the canyon’s gaping void. The vast desert of death was being invaded by something with a higher purpose. Instantly, a massive beam of light raged from the heavens down into the planets cavity. Simultaneously, unknown to the clan, a darkness from below was resonating. Just as the sky shifted, so did the underworld. Darkness engulfed the bottom of the canyon and rapidly climbed its walls with great strength.
Without remorse, the two entities clashed against one another with the energy of Gods. A sickening scream echoed off the stake-embedded walls up to the surface. Unfortunately, in between that clash was the poor soul that was sentenced to his gruesome death.
(“Why…”)
His body began to disintegrate quickly as the black waves mixed and fused with the white. The puncture in the planet’s surface was becoming more of a fatal wound as the crack opened even further. Boulders warped around the entire surface where the beam of light passed.
“The Divine Judgment...”, muttered the leader of the group as he gazed in awe at the spectacle. Pulling vigorously at his garments, another member shouted, “C’mon! Let’s get out of here!!” The leader turned to his faithful subject and said in a hopeless tone, “We will not be left in peace. We will all perish here…” The follower gazed in horror at the man in front of him. The leader continued with a smirk on his face, “Nah, I’m just fuckin’ with you. XD We’re vampires. Let’s get the fuck away from this place before we get caught in the aftershock!” With this said, the two of them and the other six vanished into the wind- thinking that the bastard was sure-fire dead now. (( xD ))
At the time he was, too! But after the clan left, and the great forces ceased their onslaught that caught a victim in between, a small sphere was left floating between the canyon walls deep below the planet’s surface. Warping within this sphere were lava-like substances of black and white. They twisted and turned against one another as if they could not mix but were trying hard to become one. At the center of this episode was a disembodied soul screaming in agony. And in agony it would stay for years on…
A fist full of years elapsed. The canyon once known as Stake Canyon has lost its value. The massive spikes were eroded with the planet’s rock. The wound on the planet’s crust was still visible but it was less threatening now. Its name at present day was “The Grand Canyon”. However, deep in the earth, the mortifying sphere, poor unfortunate soul and all, still drifted in the same space. But today, was the day, that He would come to awaken from his long un-peaceful slumber. The sphere began to shrink suddenly. In the space it hovered, the giant orb decreased in size until its shape morphed into that of a human’s.
Glowing there deep below all of existence, the figure lay motionless.
(“…”)
The eyelids of this newborn being slowly winced open. Seeing nothing but blackness, the entity felt at ease.
(“…the darkness… why is it so welcoming…”)
As the persona pondered, its form was coming into existence. But the characteristics that were surfacing were not suitable for the current location. Once realized, the glowing figure faded into the blackness that surrounded it.
Here is animegal's second entry! ^^
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NAME: Akasuna no Hiruka
Age: 14
Hair: Strawberry blonde
Eyes: purple
type: Generic human
My story for Kiri, Hiruka, and Sou:
Created through genetic mutation, Kiri, Hiruka, Sou, Kouji, and Riku are the next generation of Akatsuki. They all struggle with their share of misfortunes, also being joined with the biiju's powers.
Hiruka is the most emotionally unstable of the trio. She can't normally have a level head around anyone, and the only productive thing she really does is her artwork. She can't stand Sou anywhere out of combat, but is surprisingly Kiri's best friend. Watches Kouji from a distance.
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Nicely done! ^^
Sorry for not giving you a huge title animegal...I'm really sick right now and I can't think of anything *blows nose*
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NAME: Kiri Angelice Taiyaka
Age: 14
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Green tinted amethyst
type: Generic human
My story for Kiri, Hiruka, and Sou:
Created through genetic mutation, Kiri, Hiruka, Sou, Kouji, and Riku are the next generation of Akatsuki. They all struggle with their share of misfortunes, also being joined with the biiju's powers.
Kiri is the most complex of the three. She has constant mood swings, and has conflicting emotions about Kouji and Riku. She loves picking fights and dancing, and is normally the one to break up fights in between the people in the Akatsuki with her calm and rational nature. her biiju is, you guessed it, the nine tailed Kyuubi.
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^^ Nice job! I would give a more detailed responce but my brain is dead....X_X
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