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Hello everybody. this is my first journal post.
Today i don't have anytime to be on so hugs and kisses to bd and hello to all. I really will try to be on monday through friday but often none of you are when i wish you would be but that's ok. i find you all eventually.
I'm also looking for a good spar. But i need to find someone who meets my standards and so far few would while others are unintelligent.
To be honest my type of opponent i'd prefere should be challenging, clever, imaginative and very descriptive. Literatte is always fun. I hate god modders. And those who can't visuals attacks both given and taken.
They become difficult to handle when they become confused because they start doing allot of OOC questions so i can put the attacks i made in their head. imagination by itself is nothing you need to know how to piece together other peoples imaginative attacks as well.

I have two characters. (So far)

1: Name: Keara
Age: 19
Side: Biased
Position: Assassin
Weapon(s): M-16, Masamune blade, Twin daggers, Fan Kitana.
apperance: Shapely and Athletic body. Long black hair that comes down slighly above her butt. A White Skin tight jumpsuit. An artillery belt and black back pack. Red eyes and black lipstick.
Bio: Having no past and no memories and no known identity she wonders Tokyo a Ghost. She wears a long black trenchcoat when traveling to hide herself from view. She kills to defend and she kills for cash. It's her life's work. She runs under the Alias "Keara" And she works alone.

(Still building up)


2. Name: Keara
Age: 18
Side: Biased but leaning more to evil.
Race: Archangel/Hell Deomon (female Abomination)
Size: 5'11 (36D)
Weight: 140
Appearance: Whiteskin with athletic build.
Black hair, Black eye pupils and black fingernails.
A set of Demonic wings with Angel wings hover over behind.
A flaming halo. A black ripped leather outfit.
Fighting Style: Custom
Special Powers/Abilities: Unknown
Weapons: Brimstone Blade, Masamune Sword
Bio: (Traveling and looking for kombat she searches for someone worthy to fight with.
RP sample: (Looking over the edge of the city through dark eyes, she perches high on the ledge of a skyscraper. Watching how full of life the populated city streets seemed to be tonight she'd shed a single tear just to be a part of it all. But crying was a function she would never experience without bringing destruction to others.