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Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

Cindy, If her title is to be a showgirl then perhaps her duties in the caravan should also include dancing. Also, it's impossible to be a showgirl without a group of showgirlS. However, her being a dancer would work perfectly;which would fall under 'caravan duties' as well. One last thing, please read the rules and put your password at the end of it.

You might want to think about how people see your character. If her title is literally 'the concubine' no one will take her seriously, and as a dancer it could be detrimental to her career. It's one thing to BE a concubine, it's another to have that in your title.

Poet's lounge

Thanks for your advice o3o Hip hop huh?
... Now that I think about it I'm probably stuck on one of my characters then -3-' he's cursed to only speak in raps.

On the other hand though, I'm not the biggest fan of traditional poetry. This was more to be... kind of a slam poem. I'm sure you know about slam poetry; and if I could read this out loud for you I would. Thanks for bringing up those points though. Do you have any poems you'd like to share of your own original design?

Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

A stiff yawn came from the lips of a male whose pale blonde hair hung in an attractive mess against his feather down pillow. Slowly he raised himself up and stretched with a small whimper to accompany the rush of blood and mana coursing through his veins. He slid out of the bed, naked, careful not to disturb his many sleeping companions. All of them well endowed with long, shining hair of varying hues. Naturally, his Gypsy wagon was the largest and most elaborate looking among the others, filled with luxurious tapestries, rugs and sheets from only the finest sellers of the middle east. Fine china from the east, teapots and the finest array of wines, grapes sitting precariously on a table, yes, everything in this mans possession reeked of self worth and high coin. As he pulled on his perfect white blouse and pants, one of the men on the bed raised his head.

"Must you go so early Azga? Couldn't you bed with us a bit longer?" He asked, his eyes dreamy and glazed over from the fireworks last night. Beside him, a woman rolled onto her back, her red hair a cascade of fire against the brightly colored sheets.

"Yes, Stay... " She begged beside the man. A few other men and women on his grand bed began to stir as well, but no one else spoke. Looking to them as he pulled on his knee high boots, he chuckled and grinned.

"Now now, pets," He spoke softly, as though to a bed full of kittens rather than luxuriously strewn men and women. "I'm afraid I do have to share my glamorous presence; you shouldn't be so selfish." Upon saying glamorous, he tossed his hair back to be in the spiked manner he preferred. "But don't feel the need to rush away. After all my beauties," He paused to kiss his hand and blow said kiss towards them. As it was blown, a sparkling kiss was physically formed and sent to each of them. A parlor trick. "The handful of you would not be able to mentally process just how amazing I am." With that, he laughed and left their side, opening his wagon door wide to see the caravan already hard at work.

Azga smiled as he stepped down from his carriage, inhaling the glory of the sunshine that graced the earth around them. It was time to make his rounds.

the demon nation (nura clan based)

As Master Nagato continued to mess with the captain, Erai was having fun simply torturing the men. She skipped past them, slicing them all with her metal claws, injecting her venom into all but one soldier. Whether she'd simply forgotten him, or left him out on purpose she didn't say. She leered over a soldier, rooted to the ground, whom she had injected her venom into and with a sickening noise that was a cross between suctioning, a sponge, and a piece of meat being pierced, Erai slowly worked her hand inside the soldiers stomach with her clawed hand. She watched him with almost a lustful look in her eyes as he writhed, screaming in pain, fear and confusion.

"You're so cute<3" She giggled, her eyes still taking on that dream like quality. "I could just kill you here and now... ah ah ah no no... We're going to enjoy this..." She giggled and slowly moved her hands inside his body. Her claws slicing the internal organs so that blood gushed onto her, her feet, her legs, and even her face. The mans screaming turned into gurgling moans of pain as he bled out from the inside. The one soldier whom she hadn't poisoned stared at her in utter horror.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

"Hm?" Jira looked over to where the shop keeper had started complaining about pots just as he fished a red rupee from the next pot over. And then he saw her. His eyes got soft as he slipped his mask on and he blushed. Whats this? She had come to see him? She'd been concerned~? No one... had ever been concerned for him before, as a nomad... He blushed and ran, almost in slow motion towards her.

"Lover, Lover!
Have you come to me,
Without search of any other?
I can't believe this;
No one would, not even my mother!"

Oops, too much information. Maybe he shouldn't bring up the fact that his parents thought he was a total loser for not spending the rest of his life on their farm. Something struck him out of his joyous reverie when it caught his eye. He stopped and turned right when he was in front of Felicia, deathly silent. He watched, his green eyes darting back and forth beneath the mask he wore... looking for that stray shadow that had followed him since coming from the last town. One thing was sure, he was on guard now.

"H-Hey, Pretty mama,"

He started, tilting his head back towards her while keeping his eyes fixed on the alleyway.

"I got some business
With ya, Ain't got time for samba."

He extended the hand which held his recently plucked red rupee towards her, withholding the green one he'd picked from his bloody pot.

"Pay with this,
And don't tarry
Else I'll place ya with a kiss.
Hurry now,
We should get going.
This alley is cramping my style
Though it ain't showing."

In truth he was nervous. The last thing he wanted to do was get his sweet little redhead in danger, especially when she apparently cared enough for him to come check on him.

Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

Yes Yes -3- I will be making an IC post quite shortly so that we may kick things off here

Heart of Tarot

Adiana stopped like she'd been clothes lined and the man beside her had disappeared. Then she turned around, her face bearing a smirk fit for a man, and she started back towards them.

"Hey!" She called out, her voice rough. "What's the big idea, threatening such a~" She paused to jiggle her breasts provocatively. "Asseted lady like me? You wanna' fuckin' FIGHT?!" With that she got into a battle stance, in the nude with no sad weapon, glaring at the man with the sword who had threatened her.

Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

sure. We have another female on the way too.

Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

Drina is accepted

Welcome to Hikari Ryodan Academy

*yaaawn* -3-