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 Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 6:14 am
The following profiles will be made for fun mainly. If anybody wishes to role play with me, you may notify me via PM. I will take into consideration any offer but it will have to meet my own requirements in order for me to accept. I simply ask for literacy, maturity and intelligence at least a ninth grade level. This should be easy seeing how, since you are in this guild, you must have a decent level of all that I have asked for.
Thank You,
Sakuya Sakura (Jesi)
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 6:06 pm
 Username: Sakuya Sakura
Name: Morticia
Alias: "The Death Dealer"
Age: Unknown
Race: Children of The Reaper
Personality: Being one of the very few female Children, Morticia is very aggressive and offensive in order to maintain her high rank amongst her 'siblings'. Tormenting her has never been a wise decision, incineration being a popular result since she was first created. Her Father, The Grim Reaper, has always seen her as one of the strongest of all his 'children' with her fiery temper and joy taken from her tasks as a Child. Morticia has always been very loyal to her Father, never slacking off on a mission or leaving the slightest detail behind when she was done. Morticia loves the sensation of stealing a soul as it leaves a dead body. To watch the crimson life given to them by God drain away so easily by her her or blade. "If God is so great and kind, why does he naught protect his children from harm?" She often says to her victims if they begin to pray at her feet. With a devil's smirk, she often simply beheads them in a single sweep of her lance.
Biography: Morticia was created for a single purpose within the world; to follow the orders of her creator/Father The Grim Reaper. Her kind are known as the Children of The Reaper, being that is exactly what they are. Forged from shadows, a strand of The Grim Reaper's essence and souls of thieves, murders, traitors...all thrown together in Hell's flames to birth the most dangerous assassins known to mankind. Though not completely immortal, no human has ever freed the soul locked within the body of a Child. Their mere presence has been known to make water freeze over and send an icy shiver racing down your spine. Stories have been told from long ago of such creatures. Being able to blend into any crowd and withholding the ability to kill everybody in mere seconds. Children have been warned with such tales so as to not sneak about at night, for the sight of gleaming white fangs and glowing red eyes may be the last they know to their lives.
Weapons: Morticia's main weapon is her spiked, skull head lance. The spikes are laced with a black poison made from demon's blood and an enchanted ruby give the weapon powers beyond any mortal spell or charm. The same black poison is sealed away in her earrings and is only used when time and opportunities are short. Finally, Morticia carries a dagger crafted of black steel that is concealed at her hip.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 3:27 pm
Username: Sakuya Sakura
Name: Faerna
Nicknames: Fae, Faerie, Scream
Age: 19
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Keeps to herself, bitchy, violent, fiery temper, quite around strangers, loud around friends
Biography:Freshman community college student, is in a metal band, lives on her own in an apartment, has a pet ferret named Duncan, has an older brother named Matthew, parents are divorced, father is an alcoholic, mother can't take care of herself,
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 3:28 pm
 Username: Sakuya Sakura
Name: Damara Violet
Nicknames: Mara, Violet, Rip
Age: 26
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Despite her hard outer shell, Damara can be a very laid back and fun-loving person. But in order for her to show that hidden half, one must first gain her trust which is a task all in itself. Damara doesn't mind getting dressed up and going out from time to time, in fact, she enjoys it a lot. To scrub off all the grease from the shop, put on make up and a skirt and go out to a nice dinner or a simple walk in the park. She loves nature, often driving out for miles just to going camping and hiking on weekends that she has off from work. Her constant companion on the trails is her black Labrador Retriever and German Shepard mix, Trixie.
Damara also enjoys watching classic Disney movies with her loyal dog, curled up on her couch together under a fleece blanket. Trixie is the only one that Damara has full trust in of the people around her, in her life now. The guys at the shop love to see the playful pup trotting around. She is spoiled rotten with biscuits from Damara's fellow mechanics. Whenever Damara needs a tool, though, Trixie knows the tool box just as well as any mechanic. With everybody cracking jokes and Trixie prancing around with a treat or a tool in her jaws, Damara can't help but smile.
Biography: Former Army Corporal, Damara is no pushover. She knows exactly what it takes to be taken seriously by other people, especially men. With two older brothers to harass her all of her life, joining the military at age 18, Damara has never been close to being a " girly girl". She was constantly put under pressure to do her absolute best and to never let people get to her. This helped her all through school, though not with the best reputation. Many considered her a b***h because she spoke her mind and didn't back down. The preppy girls often made fun of her solid figure which, despite what she showed on the outside, hurt her on the inside.
Damara has always been good at keeping things locked inside of herself, until that faithful day at base. Walking back to her barracks, she heard yelling out in the dark from the edge of the forest around the base. A woman screamed and scrambling noises followed by growls and harsh whispers stopped Damara in her tracks. Keeping quite, she crept low and closer to the scene; three men attempting to gang rape who Damara recognized as a new recruit girl.
Drawing the knife from her back pocket she stood, immediately grabbing the group's attention instead of running off and alerting her commanding officer. She didn't have any other plan but to simply try and save the girl. From the dim glow of the lights around the barracks shining through the leaves, Damara could see blood on the ground. Her focus off as she looked to the bloody, swollen ruin of the girl's face, two of the men tried to jump her and drag her down. After minutes that felt like hours of struggling and fighting running footsteps could be heard. The next thing any of them knew was the thunderous yell of the Lieutenant General as he and his men broke up the fight.
The final verdict had been that all three men and Damara were given dishonorable discharges; her charges being based upon her involvement in the fight. Once the Lieutenant General got a better look at the men,Damara being cut up and bloody and woman, nobody asked twice. Enraged, and with her patience spent, she stood up in the court room and displayed a sailor's vocabulary to the judge. Days later she was back home in her own apartment in Washington DC.
After her discharge she had been suggested to get counseling for her anger; she did. With the advise from her therapist Damara took up boxing at the local gym. Scouts have come to see her, hearing rumors of the woman who can break a bag in under a minute. She has gotten offers to be trained and become a professional female boxer but she always turns them down. "I don't want to hurt anybody else as much as I've hurt myself." She is now a mechanic at a nearby car shop and has been known to chase out customers with a wrench in hand from time to time.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 3:28 pm
Username: Sakuya Sakura
Name: Vincent Fox
Age: Appears to be in his mid-twenties.
Race: Vampire
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Mysterious, seductive, intelligent, cunning, chivalrous, kind, gentle, protective,
Biography: From Middle Ages, English and French, turned by accident - was walking home from hunting in the forest one night and was attacked by rampant vampire, Mistress vampire took him in and turned him into a dark, seductive man, no longer the gentleman of his days
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 10:06 am
Username: Sakuya Sakura
Name: Cheza Kirin
Nicknames: "Tinkerbell"
Age: 18
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Everybody has a little kid inside them, but Cheza seems to keep that little kid disposition at all times. As she bounds and skips down the hall, spinning here and there while humming happily, you can't help but smile. but just because she acts like a child at times, doesn't make her one. Cheza is very smart and works well in stressful situation, able to think fast on her feet. Cheza also loves to dance and uses it as a way to express herself, relax or to simply have a good time. Her shipper disposition and childish giggle have been known to brighten up the darkest of rooms.
Biography: Cheza has never been much of a girl who stands out from the crowd for whatever reason. She's grown up in Japan with her father, mother, grandparents, older brother and a younger twin brother and sister all together in a large single family home. Being the middle child she gets frustrated at times, but is happy to have her own time and space when she goes to her dance classes.
Cheza has been dancing since she was able to walk and "grows better with each day", as exclaimed by her teachers. She has learned to dance in a variety of styles such as traditional Japanese Geisha dances, modern American hip-hop, jazz, ballet and freestyle. She loves to mix all styles together, creating her own energized yet agile movements to express herself. "Cheza is a wonderful student," her teachers have often told her parents. "She is a fast learner and her desire to learn more never ends."
This curiosity for knowledge is what drew Cheza into martial arts at age 10 while she attended a tournament her older brother was competing in. She was fascinated at their movements, fluid and powerful like a new dance. After much begging to her parents, they agreed to let her begin taking classes. Her determination and strong heart helped her excel in this "new dance". Now, at age 19, she hold black belts in every major martial art including the "Art of the Sword" (weapons combat). Though her parents did not feel it proper that a young woman should learn how to use a sword and knives, they were still proud of her success. Now she has transferred to America to major in dance as her career path at Juliard University.
Weapons: (see profile picture)
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 10:09 am
Username: Sakuya Sakura
Name: Jacob "Jake" Lancer
Age: 32
Race: Earth Elf (element of metal)
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: Freelancer mercenary, vagabond
Personality: keeps to himself, loner, vagabond, quiet,
Biography:
Weapons: (see profile picture)
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 4:55 pm
 Username: Sakuya Sakura
Name: Cassie Adams
Sex: Female
Alias: "Gunny" or "Skullette"
Age: 22
Race: Human
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: Mercenary/Bounty Huntress
Personality: You don't want get on this girl's bad side. One of Cassie's favorite sayings is "I can see through you" and she can....with enough ammunition. She's one tough cookie and can work just as hard as any man. A natural born leader, she looks out for other people when necessary, but guards her own back first. Don't expect her to take a bullet for you, but be prepared for her whip out one of her 9mm Uzi pistols if you step on the wrong nerve. She's known for her temper, and is proud of it.
How Cassie speaks her mind may come off as arrogant and rude to most people, but to those who know her well enough, know it's simply Cassie being herself. Cassie doesn't handle sensitive emotions very well, so she chooses to ignore them. It's not that she doesn't care, she can and does on time to time, but is more so unsure of what to do. Such things as flirting, compliments or someone, mainly men, being genuinely nice to her are major things that throw her off center some. When something bothers her, it's best to leave her be and let her handle things in her own manner. Nobody likes a bullet in the head.
Biography: Once the virus got out, Cassie, her younger brother and her parents had all made plans to go live in England with her aunt. But it wasn't long before they were attacked. Mutated humans with flesh melting from their hairless bodies and hyper reflexes swarmed the family sedan moments after they had buckled in. The creatures were not intelligent enough to open the doors, but seemed to prefer bashing their skulls into the glass until it broke, or their brains splattered over the glass. Clutching her 12 year old little brother to her to protect him from the sights and sounds, Cassie cried into his shoulder. Her mother screamed as the heathens began to tip the car onto its side. After the car flipped, everything went black and cold.
Not long after, though she can't quite remember how long she had been knocked out, Cassie woke up to a sight that no person could fathom. Her body was on the opposite side of the street from the car, cut and scraped from the broken glass and from seemingly dragged across the road. Blood was splattered everywhere, but no bodies were to be seen. In a rush of hope, she crawled over to the car. At first, her brain seemed to lag like a computer with too many programs running at once. But slowly, it all came into focus. Handfuls of hair were scattered in the back and front seats. Blood trickled or dripped from the broken glass windows onto the blood covered road. Using what strength she had, Cassie carefully pulled herself to her feet.
When the big picture came into focus, silent tears began to slide down Cassie's cheeks, leaving track in her dirt and blood covered face. Blood trails led away from the car and into dark alley ways along the road. She didn't need to run and check to know what had happened. A gurgling growl caused her to spin around, her heart racing. A mutant squatted in the road about 8 meters away from her. It was gnawing on what looked like a turkey leg, but when the monster turned the piece of meat around a whole knew horror pierced her heart; it was her little brother's arm. The thing didn't seem to pay much attention to her, enjoying its meal, as she crouched back down to hopefully stay out of sight. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her back pack and began to reach for it, keeping her eyes on the thing as it began to chew on a finger. The movement caught its attention and the thing dropped the arm like a dog would drop a toy while taking a small hop closer.
Its eyes were completely white but reports from when the virus began was that they had very keen eyesight and sharp smelling senses like a dog. On both of it's hands, the index finger was elongated and lanky with a long claw-like fingernail. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed her pack and carefully began pulling it out of the wreckage. The mutant licked its blackened lips with a slimy, brown tongue before baring its teeth in what could have been a grin if it were more human. With a cackle it scurried closer on all fours towards her. Cassie scrambled to her feet, threw her pack over her shoulder and sprinted down the road. Within seconds she was knocked onto the ground with the creature tearing at her pack. She slipped her arm out of the shoulder strap and rolled onto her back, striking her foot out and kicking the thing in the head with her heel. The impact knocked it off her pack, but had done no damage. It lunged at her, clawing at her with its long index fingers.
Gunshots rang out and the creature fell in her lap, spasming. She screamed and and mutant fought to get up, snapping it's teeth at her face. One of its claws cut across her left cheek, causing the monster to shriek at the smell of fresh blood. A final gunshot went through the thing's head, finally killing it. Cassie quickly kicked the body away and scrambled to her feet with blood dripping from her chin. A small group of 4 men and 1 woman walked towards her. Cassie may never admit it, but she fell into the first man's arms sobbing and clutching onto his uniform with a death grip. The group was the last of a 250 person team sent into the area to exterminate the "infestation". They had greatly underestimated what they were facing.
They had taken Cassie back to their base camp, cleaned her up and kept her safe. Over the past 3 years she has grown harder, colder and hateful because of her experience. She nor the others will ever know why she was left alive and her family slaughtered, though she is secretly thankful to still be alive and seemingly immune to the virus. In a matter of weeks everything she had ever come to love and know was destroyed; her mother, father and 12 year old younger brother all slaughtered. "******** justice." she often says. "There's no justice today. I want revenge."
Weapons: Twin 9mm Uzi pistols with black titanium plating and a hunting knife.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 6:40 am
 Username: Sakuya Sakura
Name: Razha (Rah-zah)
Nicknames: Raz
Sex: Female
Age: 19
Race: Human
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: Undercover work/ assassin for hire
Personality: Spunky but serious, small temper, likes to relax, meditates, loves Kabuki theater....
Biography:
Weapons: Assortment of throwing knives, bladed disks and a bright cherry wood hilted katana. (katana is shown in picture)
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 10:33 am
Username: Sakuya Sakura
Name: Trixie Lumous
Nicknames: "Trix" or "Trixster"
Sex: Female
Age: 116
Race: Human Witch
Sexuality: Bi
Occupation: DJ for Black Corset Night Club
Personality: Trixie is a very upbeat and outgoing woman. She lobes to try new things, and being alive over a century, she's tried a lot of things already. Though what Trixie has found to be most interesting over the years, is music. She has been fascinated watching it change in so many fashions, the world seemingly shaping with it. Lately she has taken to becoming a DJ for hire and is known for adding in her own "magic" twist to things.
Biography:
Appearance: Trixie
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