BLOOD OR WATER[SHIMON]

[ALMA ALIGHIERI]

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[Sanae Yukimura]

[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;] TAGS:SHIMONS NOTES:Man, this is late...Also I used my old template haha.

[atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲ [style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]Sanae rubbed her eyes crankily. The helmsman of the yacht told her that they had reached the island. They were actually a nautical mile from the shore but the boat could go no further. It was Guardians only from here on out. Some lesser Shimon family members who had served with her father came along to help the new Forest Guardian get to the island. They helped her move her things into the small lifeboat that would take her to shore. She silently waved goodbye and tried her hardest to piece together a smile; a feat she was failing at, looking more like she was slightly in pain. It was morning on the island and the salty ocean spray refreshed the travel fatigued guardian. It was a bit chilly, though. After 10 minutes of shivering she landed on the shore and marveled at the constructs of Shimon Island. She had been there before with her father. More and more, pieces of her past revealed themselves to be related to Shimon. She had arrived hours before the designated meeting time. Bored and not willing to progress further into the island yet, she sat down on the beach, buried her feet in sand and contented herself to watching the waves with glazed eyes. She snapped back into reality without knowing how much time she had spent dozing off. It was warmer now. No need for jackets. While compacting the sand around her feet with her hands, she heard a loud crash coming from close to her. Trembling, she inserted her flame into both boxes and within seconds she was geared up and defend herself. More accurately, Kodama, the massive deer standing in front of her, would defend her. No sooner had she inhaled did she hear a man's voice scream that he had arrived. Oh. He's another guardian. Nevermind.

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She reboxed the Generator but kept Kodama out as a precaution. Slowly but purposefully, she followed to source of the noise to greet her fellow guardian.

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[ALMA ALIGHIERI]

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[Sanae Yukimura]

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[atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲ [style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]Sanae giggled silently to herself while watching the funny man roll on the ground. Once or twice she thought of asking Kodama since the anteater refused to, but she was still a little cautious, a sentiment reflected in the deer's refusal to drop its gaze from Sanbiki. When he finally acknowledged her presence, the deer went so far as to stand in between them. It was not until the funny floor man mentioned her father that Kodama stepped down, albeit forcefully by Sanae. She shoved him out of the way while affectionately patting his head. Once her view of the man was clear again, she nodded, signalling that she was indeed the daughter of Yukimura-san. When she saw his face clearly her eyes widened and her head tilted slightly. She had seen his face before, or at least someone who looked like him. She reached into her satchel and produced a photo, one that had been in the dossier she anonymously recieved. It was a picture of a bunch of men standing around, one of which was her father. She surveyed it intently until she found who she was looking for in a section of the photograph autographed by an "Eiji." She held the photograph up and compared it to the man sitting cross legged in the crater. They were certainly related. At any rate, there was someone else on the island now so she might as well stick with him. Maybe she could "ask" him questions about her father. It became increasingly obvious how little she knew about him. Determined to not make any enemies her first day at Guardian-camp or wherever she was being summoned, she decided to help the dark skinned man. She looked up at Kodama and gave him a resolute glare. Her hand moved to pet him but quickly transformed into a pointing finger. Then like a computer mouse dragging an icon, she moved her pointing hand to the crater and then to the sitting man. Afterwards, with her thumb she pointed to her back. Kodama nodded in approval and clip clopped into the hole. He then knelt down and wordlessly gestured at his back with his nose. Sanae, meanwhile, reached into her satchel and withdrew two carrots. She chomped on one while holding the other backwards in her hand like a knife. That one was for Kodama. With no one to ask about box weapons she did not know whether or not they ate snacks but she was not one to take risks. [/style] TEMPLATE BY CIPHER

[Nox Alas]

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[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background:url('http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/youfailure3.png'); width: 400px; margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid #111; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; -o-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px, bTable][STYLE=background: url(http://i1124.photobucket.com/albums/l566/TheFrozenHeavens/Icons/ff202013.png); border: 2px solid #111; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -30px;][/style][STYLE= font: 7pt arial; line-height: 13px; color: #E8DACF; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 10px;] What a beautiful day it is today. Probably the same as usual though. No one’s going to actually come to this meeting. a dark haired male said to himself as he looked out over the horizon at the approaching coast of Shimon Island. His name was Nox and he was to be the boss of the Shimon Famiglia. His black shirt flapped a bit in the wind, exposing his, also black, undershirt. Ah, this wind is amazing. I wonder how the others are fairing. He said to himself with a slight chuckle. He was only on his way to Shimon Island to meet the rest of his Famiglia Guardians. Who they were, even he knew not. About all he knew was that they all controlled a Dying Will Flame. Sir, the boat can go no further. Want me to ready the life boat? an attendant asked the male with a slight bow. Don’t bow to me, I hate it. And yes, send someone with my things. I’ll go on ahead. Nox said in reply before he jumped off the front of the ship. Some might thing he was to swim the rest of the way, and they would be terribly wrong. As he jumped, Nox activated his flame and altered the gravity around him so he could float to the island. Of course he made it look like he was flying, that’s a given. The coast was fast approaching, so Nox slowed down and did a front flip onto the beach, deactivating his flame as he touched the ground. He noticed as he was flying in that there were two others here, one laying on the ground and one hiding behind a box animal. It would seem that they knew something of eachother, which is more than Nox could say for either of them. Hm. Hello, you two. Nox Alas. A pleasure to meet you both. Nox said with a slight bow before walking up the coast some to get away from the tide. I couldn’t help but hear… you two seem to know something of eachother, but I know nothing about either of you and I’m sure you know nothing of me. About all I know is that I’m here to meet my Guardians and that we’re all allies here. Nox said with a slight laugh as he scratched the back of his head some. He kept his boxes hidden and crossed his arms so his rings weren’t shouting “haha, I’m your boss” or anything like that. He’d hate to send a mixed message on day one. [/style][STYLE= background-color: #111; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px;][STYLE=font: 7pt courier; color: #eee; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]words: 428 . tags: shimon folks . notes: moo moo cow level[/style][/style]

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[Sanae Yukimura]

[atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450px,bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background: #000;] TAGS: Dem Shimonz NOTES: Does Nox speak the Japanese? I assume yes given his job.

[atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲ [style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]Deers have an extraordinary sense of hearing. While Sanae was contently munching on the carrot, Kodama had sensed a flame covered object rushing to their location. He sprang out of the crater and immediately stood between her and the threat. The quick movement of the deer startled Sanae and she fell backwards onto the sand. She took a second to blow the stray hairs from her face before standing up and giving Kodama a swift reprimanding tap. Once she saw the flame covered object land, she knew what was going on and pet Kodama before giving him the spare carrot. He did not avert his gaze from the percieved danger until the last bit of carrot was finished, when Sanae reboxed him. The object turned out to be a man who spoke with a certain reassuredness in his voice. He must be another Guardian. She thought, rummaging through her satchel for the photo she had literally just put away. She found it and held it up to compare the depicted with this man. He was equal parts the man in the very front and the woman slightly behind him. He was certainly a Guardian. He identified himself as Nox, adding that it was a pleasure to meet her and the funny rolling man. His Japanese was very good for a foreigner. She smiled a genuine smile if only for a second and held up one finger, gesturing to the man to wait for something. The picture went back into the satchel and when next Sanae's hands were visible they were clutching a small but thick white slab and a green marker. She put the marker in her mouth like a pirate clutches a knife while climbing to the crows nest and went to work unfolding the mini-whiteboard. When it was finished it was no larger than a standard sized chopping board. She wrote in big characters, Yukimura Sanae. She thought for a moment and as a precaution, she wrote her name in romaji underneath. She held out the board for him to read in time for him to finish his rambling. It helped to know he too was intimidated or at least bothered by forced meetings. [/style] TEMPLATE BY CIPHER

[hayato kozuki]

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[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; width: 380px; height: 375px; overflow: auto; text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px; text-indent-right: 2px;] The crisp salt filled air enveloped the white hair on top a certain young males head, causing the ivory locks to dance rapidly in its grasp. The same passing wind would have certainly caused discomfort to any eyes caught in its crossfire but a pair of azure tinted sunglasses defiantly negated that. Watching the waves and crests of the blue ocean speed by him, Hayato gazed aimlessly at the water, the roar of the speedboat he was currently on not able to remove him from his trance. He had been told to come to the Shimon home of old, as the gathering of the new guardians and head of the famiglia was to be commenced there. The order had stirred up mixed feelings in the young guardian. He was glad to finally be recognized as the official Mountain Guardian and to be able to meet the other guardians at last, but he couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. His mind slowly drifted to thoughts of Shou. He was supposed to be at the island too. Hayato thought regretfully. The very thought that somebody else was wearing the Earth Ring beside Shou left a bad taste in his mouth. ”We have arrived at the island.” The driver of the boat announced, breaking Hayato’s mental conflict. Looking up from the water he could clearly see the island, the very heart of the Shimon Famiglia. Just as he was soaking in the view something else caught his attention. What seemed like a boat a few dozen feet off was just arriving as well, but what truly caught Hayato’s attention was the sight of a ‘flying’ male heading towards the island. ”Speak of the devil.” He muttered to himself casually. To the unknowing eye it would certainly seem like the man was indeed flying but Hayato knew that a simple manipulation of gravity using Earth flames could achieve that result. He had witnessed his brother accomplish the same feat before. ”I’ll be off then.” He spat out, not wasting anytime as he quickly removed a brown coloured box from his leather jacket. Using the flame on his ring he opened the box, the sudden appearance of mountain flames quickly forming into the elongated body of Shen. The golden dragon floated effortlessly on the water’s surface and even with the added weight of his master continued to do so without problem. Tapping the dragon gently on the head, he accelerated forward, gliding gracefully through the water like a speeding torpedo. It would only take a few minutes to reach the beach where the earlier male had landed and upon meeting the sand, Shen would continue to plough through it as if he hadn’t left the water at all. The resulting ‘landing’ would cause a wave of sand to erupt from Shen’s forceful movements, filling eyes, nose and mouth with equal ease. Once the dust settled all present would see Hayato standing casually atop Shen’s back, his gaze looking down upon them, examining each one present in turn. "So this is the new Shimon famiglia I presume..." [/style]

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[VALERIE DE CELIS]

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A light "Tch." escaped from the blonde woman seated at the front of another speedboat that was gliding quite roughly along the sea's surface. She was cutting it close to the designated time to meet up with the other Shimon Guardians, all because her father, for not seeing her for so long, had babied her -- at her older age, nonetheless -- asking if she had packed everything she needed and this and that. With a heavy sigh, Valerie snuck a glance at her father's subordinates -- their kin soon to be her own subordinates -- who followed to keep her "safe" on her trip to the shore.

Valerie rolled her eyes at the subordinate that was holding an umbrella over her head to shield her from the morning sun. Did she mention that her father repeatedly urged her to wear sunblock? Of course, she was forced to apply some before she got onto their private yacht. The corner of her lips dipped into a frown at the memory; she knew he was trying his best to make up for the time lost, but couldn't he do it in a less suffocating way?

As they neared the beautiful shoreline of Shimon Island, the subordinates allowed her to wade the rest of the way. Glad she wore board shorts and a loose shirt that was cut to meet the band of her shorts, she removed her sunglasses and perched them atop her head as she glanced at her fellow Guardians' faces.

Men.

The majority of them were men. Her face twisted in disdain at the sight of them, her gaze landed on the only other female she could distinguish. Her flip-flops and boxes in hand, she stopped where the water would rush past her ankles, her frown quite visible.

Reluctantly and eyes glaring, she muttered, "Good morning..."

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[Sanae Yukimura]

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[atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲ [style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]Not at all thinking about whether Nox had seen, let alone finished reading her whiteboard, Sanae withdrew it and used it as a shield to cover her face from the surge of sand coming from the shore. When it was over she tossed the useless board aside hastily and began hacking and coughing wildly. Her hands dove into her satchel, fidgeting from her incessant wheezing. Out came a bottle of water that she downed in record time. She breathed several unrestricted breathes of relief and turned her attention to the shores. A mix of fear and anger welled up inside her manifesting itself as tiny flickers of leaves circling a ring on her clenched fist. She took a minute to fix her hair a bit and neutralize her emotions before approaching the source of the explosion: a boy on a dragon-looking thing. It was time to do the obligatory face matching. Producing the picture once more she attempted to see if one of them matched but lost interest and just assumed he was a guardian. It was easier to do so. She threw him a polite bow and went back to the crater to check on the funny floor man and Nox. Sanae did not know how much time had passed when she saw another boat off in the distance. It stopped short of the shoreline and a blond lady in shorts got out. Oh look, another girl,

[/i] Sanae thought. She was beginning to think she would be the only one, after all, the picture with her father had not too many women in it, half of which seemed like just the wives of the guardians. It wasn't until the newcomer had removed her sunglasses that Sanae's relieved expression changed to dumbfounded surprise. "Ms. De Celis?!"[/i] Sanae would have blurted out if not for obvious reasons. Her science teacher had finished glaring at the other men and now they were looking right at each other. It felt like a Monday...

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[Nox Alas]

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[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background:url('http://i1085.photobucket.com/albums/j432/o0XXDIABOLIKAXX0o/gen_bimage.jpg'); width: 400px; margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid #111; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; -o-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px, bTable][STYLE=background: url(http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab268/cliff1572/noctis_icon__version_2_by_yrpt-d31scgd.png); border: 2px solid #111; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -30px;][/style][STYLE= font: 7pt arial; line-height: 13px; color: #E8DACF; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] Nox scratched the back of his head some, a smile still taking his face. So this girl was one of his guardians. And she appeared to be extremely shy, as she had not said a word thus far. But instead communicated via a small board. Is… she… mute? Nox thought to himself as he tilted his head to one side and read the board. Sanae was her name. How nice of her to even put the romanji underneath, but Nox was more than competent in his knowledge of the Japanese language. His whole life was being shaped into a leader, after all. His caretakers had to think ahead and teach him at least a few major languages just in case. Suddenly, Nox felt a something coming. Something big. Nox turned to face the ocean just in time to have to cover his face with his shirt. A sand wave was coming his and Sanae’s way. He hoped she was ok. After the torrent ended, Nox lowered his shirt to see a male, white hair, sitting on a dragon. Another dragon? Tia might have a friend. Or an enemy. Either way. Nox could almost feel he was being examined by his new “compatriot”. This one feels potentially hostile. I know it’s just a gut feeling, but its… I don’t know. The dark male thought to himself before his gaze was captured by a yacht, not too far away from the shore. It would appear another guardian had appeared, this one being another woman. A blonde, beautiful from what he could see. Unfortunately her beauty failed to hide her terrible attitude. Just approaching the shore, she was already wearing a frown, and she didn’t know anybody (to Nox’s knowledge) there. So… we have a potential mute, a strange lazy man, and two rather annoyed looking people. What a fun bunch we are. He thought to himself before finally speaking to the group. Welcome to Shimon Island. Starting today, we’re all going to be seeing a lot of each other. We are currently missing two guardians though, so we’ll have to fill them in later or something. Nox spoke to the group, his usual slight smile never leaving his face. He slid his hands into his pockets and sighed some. I know most of you probably don’t want to be here, but we have to be. Might as well know a little about each other too, it’ll make us a stronger team…. I’ll start. My name is Nox Alas and I’m a history teacher. And I am the user of the Earth flame. Nox said to his companions, shrugging a bit at the end, as he had nothing else to really say. He said the basics and hoped that everyone else would go along. He planned to move up to the castle after the meet and greet down by the sea. Made for an excellent scene. [/style][STYLE= background-color: #111; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 20px;][STYLE=font: 7pt courier; color: #eee; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]words: 482 . tags: All these people notes: Such a diverse group[/style][/style]

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[hayato kozuki]

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[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; width: 380px; height: 375px; overflow: auto; text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px; text-indent-right: 2px;] Even as some reminisce of the wave of sand still floated in the air, Hayato stood fixed on Shen’s back as he carefully examined those in front of him. With the arrival of another female, an attractive blonde this time, his crimson eyes scanned her quickly, though they darting quickly back to the younger female the minute he sensed a spark of dying will radiating from her. Although it was small and appeared briefly, he was positive it was a forest flame, making her most obviously the Forest guardian. When the man he followed earlier began to speak, he confirmed Hayato’s suspicions of possessing the Earth flame and being the new Boss of Shimon. His teeth clicked in disgust. A mere history teacher as boss…absurd. Not to mention he lacks any sort of presence or charisma. How would he fare in combat? All these thoughts erupted within Hayato’s mind, though the serene expression failed to betray his thoughts to the outside world. His hands in his jacket’s pockets, he casually leaped off Shen and made his way over to Nox. Stopping just short of the man, Hayato’s eyes fixed themselves on his, just staring silently for a moment. Removing his right hand which held his Shimon ring on his middle finger, he extending his open palm towards Nox. Focusing his Mountain flame a slight breeze filled the area as the dust and sand that floated aimlessly in the atmosphere moved and shifted rapidly, all of it moving and collecting into a perfect sphere in Hayato’s palm. As the sphere rotated in his palm, he moved closer towards Nox before dropping the sand sphere on his shoes. ”Kozuki Hayato, Guardian of the Mountain flame…boss.” His words leaked sarcasm, especially the last. Not waiting for a reply or acknowledgement, he turned around and headed in the direction towards the castle. Removing a brown box, Shen transformed into bright energy before returning back into the box, Hayato placing it back inside his pocket. As he got to the path that headed deeper into the island, he leaned with his shoulder against a rock wall at the path entrance, deciding to watch the gathering on the sand. Despite himself, he was a little curious of the other guardians. [/style]

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[VALERIE DE CELIS]

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Her frown eased up when she caught sight of the other female of the group again, causing a twinge of recognition to tug at her memories. The little girl looked all too familiar, as if she were -- Sanae?! Even while surprised, Valerie maintained her composure, but still directed a smile at the little girl. The blonde woman knew she could be harsh on her students, but even through it all, Sanae still didn't retaliate like the other girls did. Valerie, well, admired her for it.

The last flickers of Sanae's Flames danced on the edge of her vision as she quickly redirected her attention to the male walking up to their boss, noticing the swirl of what seemed like Mountain flames. Val semi-heard their boss's introduction, something about how he was a history teacher, but she most definitely took note of the Mountain Guardian's attitude. It was hypocritical for her to feel irritated by his sarcastic intentions, but she couldn't help it. Valerie rolled her eyes as she watched the Mountain Guardian walk away toward the castle, knowing she'd probably wouldn't get along with the guy even if her life depended on it.

As silence fell upon the group that remained on the beach, Valerie took the opportunity to quickly introduce herself. "Valerie de Celis. Science teacher." she said uncomfortably, finishing with a light nod.

Rather than following Hayato, as he announced, the blonde woman stood her ground and took another glance at her student, her eyes eventually straying to the white board Sanae used frequently in class, due to her inability to talk. Valerie stepped closer soon enough, plucking the board and its accompanying marker from the sand and handing them back to their owner.

"Good morning, Sanae." she greeted with another small smile.

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[Kanashi Fugime]

[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background:url(''http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/bgbgb.png'); width: 500px; height: 500px; border: 5px solid #315767; -webkit-border-radius: 300px; -moz-border-radius: 300px; -o-border-radius: 300px; border-radius: 300px, bTable][STYLE=background: url('http://katie.brokenrevolution.com/skyemachina/10-18-10/ps29.png'); border: 2px solid #315767; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float:left; margin-left: -30px; margin-top: -30px;][/style][STYLE=font: 6pt arial; color: #396074; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -80px; margin-left: 140px;]I SEE YOUR DIRTY FACE[/style][STYLE= text-align: center; font: 15pt arial; color: #4E8F9A; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -4px; opacity: 0.6; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000, 1px 1px 0px #000, -1px 0px 0px #000, 0px 1px 0px #000, -1px 1px 0px #000, 0px -1px 0px #000;]HIDE BEHIND YOUR COLLAR[/style][STYLE=font: 6pt arial; color: #396074; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-left: 260px; margin-top: -4px;]WHAT IS DONE IN VAIN[/style][STYLE= font: 20pt arial narrow; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; color:#FF1493; border-bottom: 2px dashed #FC0FC0; width: 300px; margin-left: 95px; margin-top: -4px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -4px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #111, 1px 1px 0px #111, -1px 0px 0px #111, 0px 1px 0px #111, -1px 1px 0px #111, 0px -1px 0px #111;]TRUTH IS HARD TO SWALLOW.[/style][tr][STYLE=height: 300px; width: 360px; overflow: auto; margin-left: 70px;][STYLE= font: 7pt arial; line-height: 13px; color: #FFFDD0; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; padding: 10px; ] "My first day..." Kanashi thought to herself, stepping out of her bed. It had only been a short while since she had discovered the mafia world & its harsh entirety. Standing there, trapped in her own thoughts & daydreams, she would think aloud to herself, wondering what it'd be like to be guardian. And not just a guardian of any old family, but of the notorious Shimon. Though her facial expressions & tone of voice didnt exactly throw it out there, she most quite excited about this. "Its been four years since Ive found out..." Kanashi said with reminiscing thoughts darting around her head. It was four years ago, on this exact day when she had been separated from her father. She was being sheltered by her mother from the mafia world that she was born into. Though she always questioned things, her mother disguised and covered up things so well that Kanashi didnt even question it. However, her father had randomly disappeared on "business" just like her mother. At the age of 17, just a year before her 18th birthday, her grandmother shattered her ideas of an overly peaceful life that she was living, where her parents hid everything from her. Wanting to become a part of the mafia world to hopefully find her mother and father, Kanashi began to study the art of illusion under the apprenticeship of her grandmother. Since then she's begun modeling, small acting bits, and become a decent illusionist. Suddenly her grandmother had informed her of a way to grow stronger, by joining a family. Having access to desert flames, she would choose the Shimon family to join. Fortunately she had been informed that they were missing an illusionist too. And finally, a few days later she would finally be meeting them. Over an hour later, Kanashi would get prepared to travel to the Shimon island. With her basic lolita dress & parasol, she would catch a ferry. Upon arrival she would attract a bit of attention to herself, but with her introverted attitude, people would be too intimidated to approach her the entire time there. Stepping onto the island, Kanashi would look around noticing that no one else was really there. As the ferry pulled off rather quickly, she would continue looking around. This was indeed the place, but where were the people? She asked, widening her eyes a bit having found a group of others on the island. A nice number of mixed genders. "Desert guardian, here." She announced coming closer to the group from Sanae's side with a low, monotone expression and voice. Seeing as how this was Shimon island it was probably safe to assume they were the other Shimon members. [/style][/style][STYLE=font: 35pt arial narrow; text-align:center; margin-bottom: -60px; opacity: 0.7; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000, 1px 1px 0px #000, -1px 0px 0px #000, 0px 1px 0px #000, -1px 1px 0px #000, 0px -1px 0px #000;]LET IT ROCK[/style]

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[ALMA ALIGHIERI]

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[Sanae Yukimura]

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[atrb=valign,top] ▲ I SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM BY NOW I WALK THE RECORD STANDS SOMEHOW THINKING OF WINTER YOUR NAME IS THE SPLINTER INSIDE ME WHILE I WAIT AND I REMEMBER THE SOUND OF YOUR NOVEMBER DOWNTOWN AND I REMEMBER THE TRUTH▲ [style=overflow: auto; height: 175px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; padding: 0 10; margin-top: -17px;]Sanae's outstretched arms received the whiteboard and marker from her teacher who smiled sweetly at her student, a sentiment Sanae always had difficulty repaying. The mute girl put her head down instinctively while the other member's introduced themselves. She sprang up suddenly, a soft "Eep"

[/i] attempting to escape her lips, at a sound coming from behind her. It turned out to be another Guardian whose voice was hollow and expressionless, like a ghost. With the inclusion of this new Guardian, the little girl stuck the whiteboard under her arm, bit the marker in place and began counting on her fingers. Let's see, there is the funny floor man, the flying man with the nice smile, the bitter man who walked away, Ms. De Celis, Ghost Voice lady, me... there should be 7. We're waiting on one, I guess.[/i]

Holding out the white board in front of her, she noticed that a combination of the sandstorm and putting it under her arm had erased the majority of her name. She rewrote it and attempted to write "Forest Guardian" but could only write the Fo before the marker seemingly ran out of ink. She jabbed it forcefully at the board a couple of times before exhaling angrily out of her nose and storing the dead marker in her satchel. Afterward, she opened her box weapon, covering her with a surge of forest flames for a brief second. Geared up with the Generator, she breathed a small burst of flames into her right hand and held up the mini hurricane for the others to see. In her left she held up the whiteboard. After a few seconds she reboxed the Generator and contented herself with sitting on the edge of the crater that the funny floor man had made and staring at her feet while digging them into the sand.

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