Welcome to Gaia! ::

Ok... this isn't plotdriven... I'm merely putting up this place I've been constructing in my head and hope for people to interract in it.

Ok... rules are a must, neh?
1. Gaia rules are testament. Break them and I will break you. Read the Gaia rules.
2. Follow the code of conduct for this guild.
3. But this is the rule above all others: have fun.

Do I have to put up regulations for character creation? I think not... read the first post and you'll probabaly get a feel for it. For extreme beings, like dragons, angels, demons and flamingoes, please hold yourself in a mostly human form most of the time... As for character sheet... don't put more than you want people to know. after all... lets keep the mysterious air for as long as possible wink
When you're done, post it or pm me ^___^ whichever makes you feel all fluffy and warm.

Cherry-poppers
p. 5: KnivesTG
p. 10:
p. 50:
p. 100:
p. 150:
p. 200:
(I'm optimistic. rofl )



Characters-

Username: Youmaru
Name: Asakura Yuuichi
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Reddish hair, chestnut eyes. He is of average height and with the kind of physique you get from running around in the forests all day.
Notes: Rents a room atop the "Wayward Travels" from Dulcinea, goes to school with the other youths of the island.
He's a kind and helpful man, as long as you are on his right side. He owns an almost animalistic speed and dexterity, and his instincts are uncanny. The school bullies takes long detours to avoid him. A bit of a loner.
Miyamoto Musashi and he often are seen talking and practicing on the beach.
He has made a wish at the well.

Username: Keisari
Name: Arden
Age: 23
Gender: Looks and acts male - is actually female
Appearance: Arden has quite short dark coloured hair - she has clear skin the shade of very milky coffee. Looks quite feminine (she is actually female, but no-one knows of this). Wears black trousers, paired with a black elegant shirt. Sometimes wears a dark grey waistcoat. Also wears an elegant red velvet long coat. Her appearance is very aristrocrat-style. She sometimes carries a black cane, with a intriquite silver knob. Has a lip piercing, and several others in her ears. She's very thin, and fairly tall - but not overly so.
Other:
Recently bought a old and bordered up house just a little out of the way of the main dwellings of the island. She keeps pretty much to herself, but is often seen wandering the island. Has yet to visit the well.

Ask the sky grew a little darker, Arden left her new home, and strolled casually towards the beach. The waves slowly lapping at the sand always seemed to calm and sooth her. Today had been a hectic day - and it was good to get out of the house and away from all the hassle that it had caused. She had hoped to get away from all that - but it so far the calm that she had wished for eluded her. Nevermind..., she thought, In time...
She drew a few stares towards her, as she wandered along the sandy shores of the beach, for being a stranger on the island. But no-one approached her, which was something that Arden - tired as she was - was thankful for.

Knives looked around, the sky was dimming and melting into a perfecct neon orange color, by instint she pivoted on one foot and headed for the beach. She sighed to herself, thinking "Another sun rise, and another sunset. Spent alone agian." She really didn't mind the fact thats he was alone, but for some reason she would always say that to herself. The beach was close by, the seagulls were skwalking and the waves were making thier ever so calming 'shhhh' sound. Knives made a mental smile and began to tredge across teh soft white sand. An abandonded dock was not to far a head, the planks beated and rotting and slippery from teh water, it's seen many storms and the half missing planks were torn and worn. Knives brushed her fingures over her own initials as she reached the wood. Then turned to silently watch another day die. Leaning agaisnt the post alone.

Falcon sprinted through the forest, zig-zagging through the trees. Her ears high, her tail low, the rabbits of the forest ignored her bolting, knowing her to just be running for the feeling of freedom, and not from danger. She lept in the air, spinning, running, twisting and turning, leaping over fallen trees in her path.
Finally, Falcon found herself on the edge of a large field. She stood on her back legs, listening and smelling. She recognised no danger, and nibbled a little at the grass, letting her muscles rest, before stretching out for a short nap.

Minutes later, revived, Falcon sprinted out into the field. Rabbits were dotted across the field, enjoying the dying sun's heat and the lush grass. Falcon lept over them, finally reaching a burrow at the far end of the field. She sniffed around, finally locating the head guard. She touched noses with him, passing on her regards, before hopping down the nearest hole and finding her way through the warren to a large tunnel that ran up to the surface.
Here, she morphed, her bones dissolving and reshaping themselves. A young doe dragged a bundle into the tunnel, and waiting long enough for Falcon to rub her nose and gently tug her ears before returning to her litter. Falcon opened the bundle and pulled out a plain black shift. She pulled it on and crawled to the surface.

The sun was falling, fading, bringing night to the island. Falcon gazed at it for a moment before fishing into a small pocket in the shift, pulling out a contact lens case. She carefully put one in each eye, making a mental note to replace them with some new lenses. Replacing the case in her pocket, she climbed over the fence and set off towards the town.

Arden came across a small fishing pier, walking towards the end of it, she gazed down into the peaceful water below. She sat leaning against a weather-worn post, and closed her eyes, listening to the sound of the waves lap at the sand and the posts of the pier, of the seagulls flying above her, and at the distant voices of people wandering on the beach, enjoying the evening, just as she was.

Falcon entered a small, bright tavern, filled with warmth and light. She walked to the bar and ordered some thick, hot porridge in her husky voice before sitting at a table to wait for her food. She ran a finger along her arm; she was getting thin again...