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Post by Talcen on Jul 15, 2010 22:46:01 GMT -6
Hello, and welcome to the little world of Gaia (from FF VII). Here you can find choas and destruction, as well as Jenova's head. Please try not to post one liners. Also put up your character's bio as soon as you can, so that we may begin. The story takes place during advent children and the trio of silverettes are still living. Storyline is well the same story as Advent Children.
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Post by NuwLlpHeIe on Jul 15, 2010 23:01:38 GMT -6
Name: She has none, the Silver Brothers call her Little Sister. Gender: She is a female. Race: Her soul is that of a Shade demon, her eyes are a Werecat's eyes, and her body is a human-sized Ball-Jointed Doll. She's a homunculus. Age: A couple hours old, but she looks around seventeen. Appearance: Sexuality: She couldn't tell a male from a female. History: Before she was taken form her body, she was a Shade demon. She was only a child, but ehr powers had developed quickly, and the Silver Brothers took this to their advantage. Shade demon's powers are attached to their soul, so they extracted it, and sealed it into a doll's body. However, her eyes were ruined in the process, so they stole some very efficient ones-Werecat eyes. Her one wish is to be freed from their control. Personality: She acts like an innocent child that wants to be free. Oh wait... She is. Likes: They never developed her preferences. Dislikes: Same as above. However, she doesn't like the Brothers. Owner: Moi, Nuwllpheie~!
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Post by Talcen on Jul 16, 2010 19:24:38 GMT -6
Name: Anthos Kronos Gender: Male Race: Genectic-engineered human Age: 28 Appearance: Short shaggy black hair with dark red-orange eyes. He usually wears a grey long-sleeve T-shirt and tan cargo pants when he is off duty. Sexuality: Homosexual History: Was created by Hojo from Sephiroth's and Jenova's genes. Was Sephiroth's lover at one point in time, but now hates him. A former SOLDIER, is now a Turk in training. Personality: Whiny, easily angered, very emo. Very serious and super critical. Likes: Rufus Shinra, classic music, and weapons. Dislikes: Just about everything else. Owner: Me!
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Post by Lithayr on Dec 21, 2010 1:36:28 GMT -6
Name: Morgan Blackwood Gender: Female Race: Human? Age: 24 Appearance: Dark red straight waist-length hair, grey eyes, fair complexion, lean build, “casual” wear includes dark pants/jeans, usually black in color, black boots or sneakers, and a dark coloured long-sleeve t-shirt. Almost constantly wears a belt with a gun holster in it for a pistol and room to put a sword and scabbard. Sexuality: Probably straight. We’ll see. History: As of now, Morgan has no memory of her past, but it is very clear that she is proficient in the use of various weapons and using her surroundings. (She was an assassin or mercenary of some sort before she suffered the injuries that caused her amnesia.) She also seems to have a strange connection to Sephiroth, but don’t bother asking her about it. It’s not like she could tell you anyway. Personality: She’s rather snarky and doesn’t particularly let the fools who anger her live long. Morgan could also be considered a bit aloof, seeing as she doesn’t particularly care about divulging information about herself, even if she could remember. Because of said amnesia, she’s also a bit naïve about some things about the world, particularly current events. Likes: Weapons, fooling people, most genres of rock, getting a job done, causing pain and suffering to those she feels deserves it Dislikes: Isn’t particularly fond of Shinra or the Turks, overly annoying twats, things not going as planned Owner: The One Who Will Free Us ~ Me!
Shall add more likes, dislikes and history as they are figured out or revealed.
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Post by Talcen on Dec 21, 2010 21:06:03 GMT -6
YAY! Now to begin...again.
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Post by Talcen on Dec 21, 2010 22:39:20 GMT -6
Anthos trudged warily through the streets for the hundreth time this week bored and tired. He had found no sign of the silver brothers or even worse Sephiroth. It was because there was nothing to be found that got him constantly looking over his shoulder. It was safe to say that he was officially paraniod. He continued to look around carefully, but still found nothing. "Great, now I won't be able to sleep again." he grumbled to himself. If anyone saw him they'd probably think he was insane or on drugs.
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Post by Lithayr on Dec 21, 2010 23:11:36 GMT -6
To say that she looked like crap was an understatement. Stumbling her way in a back alley, the redhead's hair was matted with blood, not to mention the random spats of the crimson liquid elsewhere. It was taking all her energy to stand, not to mention walking. Blood trailed after her on the alley wall as she used it as a support, shoulder resting upon the brickwork. Exhausted, her body finally gave out, flopping onto the pavement unconscious next to the garbage heaps. How lovely. OOC: SHort post is short.
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Post by Talcen on Dec 21, 2010 23:58:07 GMT -6
Anthos continued walking until he smelled blood. Curious he walked briskly over towards the alley the smell was emanating from. He looked down at the bloody heap before him. "Great, just great." He flipped out his phone and dailed the usual number. "Hey Reno I'm going to need your help. I've found some lady in the back alley of secter 9 LOVELESS street. So please come and help me get her to a care center. Thank you. Bye." Anthos hung up and sighed. He could tell today was going to be a long day.
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Post by NuwLlpHeIe on Dec 22, 2010 0:37:01 GMT -6
She did not move. She could not move. Not without their orders for her to. For now, they had her stay right where she was. And that was in the corner of a dead end alley. Simply standing there, still and unmovable, resin body propped against the bricked wall, feet making small ripples in the puddles. She could not move. Oh, how she wished she could. Alive for only a few meagre hours, and she already despised her creators, and yearned for freedom. But did freedom still exist? What was freedom, again? Many words she once knew now did not compute in her mind-did she have a mind? What is a mind? Were they important? What is important? She could go on about words she used but did not know.
Her thoughts were interrupted as her eyes caught a human female in their peripheral vision-seeing as she could not move her eyes to see the person better. The target had allowed herself to collapse, from several injuries, she observed. Wait... Who is she? Is she important? ... Does she exist?
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Post by Talcen on Dec 28, 2010 0:08:30 GMT -6
Reno strode up and took in the scene. "How'd you manage to find the only badly injured unconcious women in Midgar?" he asked sarcastically. He helped Anthos pick her up and forced him to head towards ShinRa headquarters.
"At least tell me there's a medic waiting for her there." Anthos said irratably. He stopped infront of the building and proped open the door before heading in with Reno.
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Post by Lithayr on Dec 28, 2010 23:56:56 GMT -6
Unconscious she might be, the injured redhead could feel every jolt and bump that the two Turks caused as they shuffled their way to the Shinra building. And this annoyed her, however unaware she was. She grunted, cursing whatever daft idiots had decided to bother her. "....nnnnngh....," she moaned, however it would be hours later before she woke up. And the entire time, from her brief walk in the alley way to the time the Turks began to carry her, she was unaware of the strange, stationary pair of eyes following them. OOC: Sorry for the sucky postyness. I was having a hard time writing for an uncocnscious person.
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