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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 Things I've LostI lost my sight
In a world
Of ephemeral light
Hiding a sea of glass
Which I willfully dived into
In the hopes to grab the stars
Reflected in those mirrors.
I lost my heart
In a fantasy
Of perfected eternity
Guising the struggles and pain
Which are wrought
From such delusion
Of true hardened love.
I lost my soul
In a frozen hell
I've lost the right to leave.
My demons tie me down
And I hold them close
For they're the only things
Which bring me warmth.
And I live
In this silent torture
Of my own selfish design
In the hopes
These things I've lost
Will one day be returned to me.
This Is Not A PrayerGod
I write this to you,
This is not a prayer
Not such an inconsequential waste of air,
I can hardly breathe
From on all the prayers
Wasted on your ears,
From how long I've knelt at your feet.
This is a letter
Sent from a grieving sinner
Whilst still clutching the hand
You stole from him
Two hands ,in fact,
One so small
I hardly noticed
When it ceased clutching me.
I write this to ask
Not to pray
As prayers seem to have no worth to you
Surely not mine at least.
I ask only
That you return them to me.
Let me clutch these hands
Till they might return my grasp.
Because as I am right now
I doubt, I could ever let them go.
I write this
Not to pray but to beg
Give them back to me.
Give them back.
I can't let them go.
apollo, i am not for salestitch a pitch perfect sonnet of
into the infinity
of my ear canal. i
have a storm inside
me but no beaufort
scale, oh how i beg
to be impaled
with less appreciation
conviction; i am no
land and you
are a bulimic seeking
from the twenty one guns
at my unseen funeral.
only hope and Hecuba. feast
on my peace with me.
on my sermons
of affection, the ones
branded into my
chest with the sizzle
of experience. feast on my
numbness and this
raffleticket roll you received
and second-third-seventieth thoughts,
of exhuming my heart
and taping it back
into my spine.
(perhaps with a softer
tenant inside, from
each of my vertebrae
will come a spine that will not -
cannot - break)
feast on this hidden
feast on my will to
take all the things
you can only
you must give
back to me
of my civil war;
and mine. perhaps
someday you may
16 yearsDear Mom and Dad…
For 16 years, you took care of me.
For 16 years, you fed me and treated me with love, care and kindness.
For 16 years, you listened to whatever was on my mind.
For 16 years, you helped me through the rough times, and showed me the brighter side of life.
For 16 years, you still kept me, even if I was different and not like other kids.
For 16 years, we had arguments that were later solved with apologies, hugs and kisses.
For 16 years, you taught me how to always be nice to people, even if they weren’t nice back.
For 16 years, you spent your hard-earned money on gifts for me and my big brother.
And that is the reason…
Why I love you…
I love Mom and Dad…
I hope you never EVER leave me…
I'm having a bad day, I'm having a bad few years
inside I'm shouting loud but no one hears
I'm dying to tell you - can't you see
that all this anger is killing me
but it's a waste of breath
I give in - pain is all I have left
driven by revenge I want nothing but death
in life makes me think you are like the rest
my heart is bleeding in my chest
And no one notices in my case
so I pull away to a quiet place
'cause I'm tired of looking alright
I'm tired of smiling and saying I'm fine
Will you stand by my side?
with who are you allied?
'cause I wanna heal and be myself
I don't wanna feel like someone else
But I'm slowly fading
consumed by emotions - they've taken
the best of me, and happiness has forsaken
my dreams, my heart
it's taken my spark
cold and dark
trying to leave behind the past
I'm searching for an end
I hold out my hands - I'm not going to pretend
that life is easy
I'm hurting every day believe me!
Do not love me because you doDo not love me because I'm pretty
Do not love me because I'm single
Do not love me because I'm easy
Do not love me based on love at first sight
Do not think you know me so well
Love me for myself
Stay with me if you think I'm worth your time
Cuddle with me when I'm scared to lose you
Fight for me when I silent myself
Care less when I show my disgusting self
Act strange and weird with me
Be silly when I need a laugh
Do whatever you can to prove yourself
Just do not love me because I'm pretty
Passage of the Years Dear Titanic, beautiful sister of mine,
I can barely believe it. Today marks the one-hundred and second year you have been the unwilling patron of the sandy sea-floor. One-hundred and two years.... What is it like? It must be so very dark. So very cold. So very lonely... I cannot even imagine how lonely you are. There is no one to keep you company. No one except the 1,500 souls that died with you, that is. Do you still hear their voices echoing within your halls? Do you still hear the disconnected laughter that only spirits of the dead can provide? What is it like? You are falling apart more and more. The sickle of time is having her way
Oh the things I wishStress
Run away to Neverland I must
Free from horror
Free from hell
Free from the devils
Oh the things I wish
A throne of my own
Peaceful music played in the air
Live like a king
Just for the day
I AmI am a square peg, in a world of only round holes.
I am out of place everywhere, at home nowhere.
I am a white rose growing on a bush of pink.
I am the fear everyone feels in the dark.
I am quartz among glass, yet glass among diamonds.
I am an empty bottle of ink to a new quill.
I am a penny, forgotten on the street, walked over.
I am a king to no people, a god to a non-believer.
I am fire to a flood, a single match to an iceberg.
I am the best I can be, but zero times anything is still zero.
I am that, and never more.
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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