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Kim TakashiTaka-san AKA Kim Takashi
Age: 19 Sex: Female Race: Asian-American
Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue-Green
Height: 5'9" Weight: 110#
Bust: 36c Waist: 28" Hips: 30"
Kim is a member of the Phoenix League as a Souledger. She is the Alpha-Female of the League and through her all other Souledger's receive their orders. She is the fourth generation of her family to be chosen as a souledger, having been trained all of her life for this task. She is trained as a Samurai and in the Martial arts of Jujitsu. Her weapons are the Katana and Wakizashi. Both are family heirlooms and have been used by all other souledger's from her family. She is bound by family honor to keep them both safe or she will lose her honor. And being exiled and hunted by other family members and will also loose her special abilities. She is Jeramius's second in command and closest friend. She is also hoping that one day she and Jeramius will be married, because their child will also be a souledger. Like all other Souledger's she lives
My eyes are a road, which I can't walk on.
The blood is choking my brain, but the heart goes.
Ears are my sight, music has a face.
Touch is a search, and embrace is acknowledgement.
The feet are my fist, it always leaves a trail.
Pain is unknown, it's never been felted.
Lungs are respect, give and receive you have to breath sometime.
Fear is something, something is just a word.
My hand is a spine, always there for support.
Taste is bliss, you always want more then is.
Tears are reminders, scars are the pictures.
Fingers is a song, play the right rhythm.
The heart is the skin, it's not that deep.
The sprit is a guide, the devil is card.
Life is blood, it covers the earth.
The mind is gateway, you're the key.
I am, therefore I am.
Profile RhythmRhythm Profile. By Blake Hammond
Age: appears 18 but she actually over 8o years of age. Sex: Female Race: Elite Darkone
Hair: Jet black Eyes: light brown
Height: 5'9" Weight: 118lb
Bust: 38c Waist: 30" Hips: 32"
Nationality: German-Italiano. Date of birth: 1921. Age: Due to Darkone she can not age physical, she appears 18 of age; this is when she made the pact with Satan in 1939. Family: Father, he was German an officer captain of World War I. Deceased. Mother, was a Southern Italian that when to Germany with the father while WWI was going to end. Deceased
This deadly elite Darkone, a former human is one of the very few that went against Satan to take over, failed, and lives. During her time in hell; she was able to raise an army over a thousand of Satan's own hell spawn against him to achieve control of Hell. But unfortunately for her they were wipeout in a manner of minutes, and later she was tortured by being eaten alive, violated, broken every bone, then cast her out of
Topic: Anime conventionsTopic: anime convention like youmacon, and how they grew and popularized.
During throughout the mid 7os and early 2ooos, a now days popularize that is now anime phenomena. Anime is a Japanese style of motion-picture animation, characterized by highly stylized, colorful art, futuristic settings, violence, and sexuality. Even though conventions are in the norm in American for the past sum of 24 years; anime convention takes a whole new light of culture and more or less, entertainment with a slice of a growing business.
Before we can talk about an anime convention, we must first share a moment to understand Anime itself.
As state above, anime is a style used in animation and highly stylize. But this statement doesn't tell you Anime's achievements and its vast history, and its effects on consumers and beyond.
Anime can be found even back during the 7os and the funny thing it; during that time most that watches these Animes without even knowing it exists, as in speed racer, ghost in the she
Absence of everything
How much Can you bear?
How little you could hold in, all the hatred of the bitter sorrows in everlasting heart of all good men.
Is this your meaning of to be whole? To be of anguish nature, as the hands of this heart dig deeply into our souls then imbibe all life around.
How far could you go, with such fog thoughts and curse all that stand in you way. Can't you reroute instead of bear arms if tooth and dagger? Rather than act blindly with such loathing your ground you walk.
Much have been done, from all side in our worlds. I cast all of these you bear in my world. For all that it ever was, is nothingness, the face of vile.
To I, You don't exist nor will ever antedate. For can't bear existence, you have too much odium.
In my world of hearts in heart. To all that bear this common revulsion, what existence do yer have, other then nothing?
From your heart towards me; it speaks in different tones and changes in sight. Yet their thoughts are the same even when it may be in vain. Why changes your routes, even in vain? Scar your heart for these pleasures are calling you, to be among them as the others have. Oh how they run to be in vain, to act if king, yet they're runaways. Simple beats you've made are still the same, yet see how far you made them. How farther you travel down this route, these simple beats can't made to be simple. Too hard and pound against these beats, how far are you willing to travel at this rate? In your irreverence flow, simple beats just won't do. Yet your route is full of cracks and breaks in bridal steps? Until these beats fades down; faded out from your ears of daft melody which been marked across your chest in decay. I ask your heart this: "To one that beats, why don't you beat in your chest anymore? Are you no longer pleased where you once were? The body you've left behind i
First of all, it was an April day, an exceptional month. Where life is brimming, when pasts of the earth are enrich with the flower's of spring, but yet the chill of winter's tips on our lips. When heat is billion years away, still holds close to one another for the warmth. Wanting ours fire's of July in our skies, and the food to give. An enjoyable time we want. October the month when the monsters real or fake show amid in the human's world. It's more easier to be yourself, when your wearing a mask that is. No one knows your true nature. As they say, I can't wait for September! A fun filled month from the oddest ways, when your flower is still rising towards the sun, and toward the moon as well. When the cold air softly touching your cheeks slowly, almost like soft skin of a finger tip. On a moon filled night, when the night was
Meeting Lyla Part 7 Meeting Lyla~
After a couple of knocks the door opens and Sam steps halfway through the door way. Lyla sits up and closes her robe still blushing. "How's he doing?" Lyla turns her head towards him and Blake lifts his head up some to see Sam. "He's still weak, but he'll be ok after some rest." She replies Sam grin before she replies. "You mean TLC don't you." Lyla turn her head away hide her smile and deep red cheeks. Blake smile then waves toward Sam to enter fully and once Sam reaches the end of the bed Blake asks. "I thought Souledger's couldn't get hurt and I've never felt pain like this before." Sam shakes his head. "Not true. If a Souledger can die then they can also fell pain if they've been wounded deep enough." Blake give him a sarcastic glance. "Now you tell me? Thanks a lot." He smiles weakly then his head flops on the pil
Meeting Lyla part 6Meeting Lyla~
The door opens and smiling Samual reaches to help Blake as he stumbles through the doorway. "Are you ok?" Sam asks. "Yeah just tired." Blake answers. "Who's she?" Sam asks "A friend." Blake answers. he lays Lyla on the couch and slowly make his way to a chair but falls to the floor before he reaches it. He awakes to the fell of a cold damp cloth on his forehead and soft lips on his cheeks. His eyes open and slowly they become clear enough to see Lyla sitting beside him to his left. Her bright blue eyes sparkling and red full lips smiling softly. "Good morning hero or should I say good afternoon." She says. he tries to talk but his throat dry and only cough instead. She reaches for a cup that sits on the table beside the bed he lays in. "Here drink this. Sam said it'll help you feel better." slowly he drinks all of the warm liquid and then licks his lips "What... What happened?" He asks. With concern in her eyes she answers. "You passed out on the floor after you put me on
The War Ain't OverThe war's never over
Its always just beginning
Thinking of all the battles I've lost
Sends my brain spinning,
But the war ain't over
That much I know
So there's a chance I could take the reigns
And then I'd never let 'em go
But right now's another battle
Another hour of pain,
The enemies siege
When my smile started to wane
Under the crushing blows
Their words did to me
Though I suppose
I should be glad they weren't
Sticks and stones
Cause then where would I be?
And as my embarrassment mounts
Then comes their cavalry
Stabbing at what's left of my gaiety.
I call for a retreat
Cut the losses of my pride
Run back for shelter
And merely try to hide,
But waiting there's an ambush
Another standing infantry
All their guns dutifully
Pointing towards me.
I stand and accept their fire
Where else am I meant to go?
Here was supposed to be safe
This castle was supposed to be home.
So I pull myself together
I stride through their screams
Trying not to fall apart
Whilst they rip me to seams.
And the d
a bubble of silence
no words, no
loud enough to erase
while I step on my own reflection
in the cold concrete.
a shadow of quiet
no flames, no
deep enough to hide
while I rest near the roots
of a dead willow tree.
the design in the starsyou decided a long
time ago, a long time
before it affected your
sight to remember me -
before it throbbed
inside you when someone
uttered my three-syllable
name; oh Tangerine -
that only will you
fight when I widened
the perimeters of
your sore-sighted faults.
you didn't know yet, no-
you were only
suckling at the idea of
changing the world and
looking down at my crawling endeavors
to walk before my
patellas were ready.
I heard them scream
when I was seven, the skin
above them reddened with
the purple of a betrayed
sweet lover, does the color wheel
work backwards where I'm from? I was already
so cold, spinning like
the rebellion of an odd
tiny magnet in a terrorist
field. my darling,
do the Sufis miss my
sleepless, praying nights to you?
tell my stories still, even
after you disappeared? my love,
do they still wait
for death to follow me?
you were always gold; summer
skeletons lay still and dusted
in my closet for you. I did not
leave you in my being
diagnosed by the doctor who smelt of beer and stale sweat.
when you told your friends they shrugged and said
"everyone has it,"
and so when they spent the night and you lay awake
you assumed that their silent sleeping was simply caused by them being in a different house.
your sheets are stained with the nightmares you couldn't wake up from
after you took the pills the doctor gave you to sleep.
when you woke up in the morning and the thought of school sent you into panic attacks.
you are a better ghost than you are a human being,
noticed when you began tearing at the skin around your nails
and obsessively organising your books on the desk.
she says she thinks it is just your mind letting society in,
but i cannot breathe in shopping centres,
and i spend concerts planning escape routes in case someone were to have a gun.
rediagnosed by teachers as lazy,
and by lovers as too tired.
an umbrella term you are learning means wanting to step in front o
WallsIt started with me running
My feet hitting the ground with purpose in every step
My toes touching grass and my legs never tiring
I was moving
I was a child with no sense of direction but no cares to give about where I was going
I just wanted to go somewhere, and I wanted to tell people about what I was seeing
I was seeing sky, and friends, and school, and books
Life, and love, and laughter
I always dreamed big and never accepted any less than the best
But then dreams shifted into expectations
Next came standing
My feet were planted in place like the flowers I used to pluck the petals from
Counting off loves-me-not’s for every person I knew until the flowers became convincing
Loves-me-not, loves-me-not, loves-me-not
Until the petals piled up into a wall, my first
Loves-me-not, loves-me-not, loves-me-not
And I could no longer see the sun rise
Next came kneeling
Down on my knees, spitting out prayers from my lips and letting confessions drip from my eyes
Wishing that my love-me-not&
Self-CondemnTake breaths to set the baggage down,
The silence is a welcome sound,
You cannot hold their fears and frowns
And let them all be free.
No one can win if you are bound
Within their problems - spinning 'round,
Each situation just compounds
And makes you want to flee.
Perhaps it's best to empathise,
Send them love and realise
That they must open their own eyes
If they wish to live.
For taking on their pain and ties
Shall bring about your swift demise
And you're the only one who dies
With nothing left to give.
Do not gather - you must cease!
To cause yourself acute disease,
Just because you gave release,
From all that bothered them.
There's only one you need appease,
So grant yourself a new life's lease,
And find some comfort; moment's peace,
No longer self-condemn.
The Breaking Strainsinking into the inky abyss of subconscious,
a deep gravity of uncertainty amidst the obvious,
a shallow pit filled with the waters of regret,
mistakes and promises to block out the sun overhead,
a deep shadow of agony to fill the bottomless void,
punctuated by the shrill cacophony of a beating heart,
gasping for air as the whispers fill your lungs,
and rip forth from them the breath of a new day,
struggling in discontent between screams and panicked breaths,
a mocking joke of life to pull oneself from drowning
Don't hate meYou’re too stupid to understand that I roll my eyes at your comments. You’re too busy explaining why I’m so unlovable that you fail seeing that I don’t care about your opinions. I’ve lost all of my respect for you your drunken asshole… the respect I once had for you is long gone but still it hurts. Listening to when you tell me that I will never be anyone. That I will never find anyone who wants me because I’m stupid, unwanted and a failure straight through. Do you know that I’ve cried because of your words?
You destroy me a little bit every time even though I know better than to believe in what you say. Usually I find it flattering when people tell me about my flaws and usually I tell them that at least I’m human enough to treat others well but you’re family. I know you’re not my mother or my father but you’re supposed to love me because of who I am – your blood flows through my veins.
It the thing that drives us as human, the very thing we promise ourselves.
Love comes in different forms of the beholder. The essence progress. The gain of reason. Hell, even a poison to fancy.
But what you see here, an awkward man. For very the thing that he loved most, the place that kept him safe. Is now fading away into the forgotten past as many.
Dying inside, but longing for the light that he calls friend. All he sees in this place are soon to be books of blank pages.
He bites his finger, the pen is ready.
Love hasn't brought this man to darkness.
It drives him, to a path he must make. Life and love go hand in hand.
So does birth.
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