There are many doors. You know whats behind each one. You make a desision. you walk through.

This is the story of how eight peoples lives intertwine. They call this the artifice. You deside which door you walk through, and how you enter another door altogether. So "Viva la Vida"

Okay. I personally have no idea how this will turn out. It could be a fantasy world, real world, or just.... something altogether different.

Rules

1.) Regular Menewsha Rules

2.) Pm me a character map basically telling me your characters name, and some info. Also write your characters occupation. DO NOT POST IT ON HERE!!! PM ME EVERYTHING!!!

3.) This is a literate forum. Dont write in another language. Right so people can actually understand it.

4.) Please!!! write at least a paragraph. I will pm and tell you if it is not enough. If you are a great writer and write twenty-three paragraphs, then the next person writes two, then dont get angry. They're writing better than SOME people I know.

5.) Please write at least once every four days. pm and tell me if somethings come up and I'll tell everyone that you will not be on, and so they will write around you.

6.) If you are writing about something that's directed to other people please write it between parenthisis. (also, if you can't spell a word correctly, write it as closely as possible~~!)

7.) There is one god mod, and he will be known soon enough. I have some Idea on what to do...

There is only one person playing right now... we'll start I guess.. from now on, you do not have to PM me your profile. you can just post it on here. that will make it simpler. Okay...

The player playing is
[quote=sdgfam08]Name: Luna
age: 23
Race: 1/2 high elf 1/2 human
Likes: nature and music, but most of all magic
dislikes: don't know yet.
alignment: wouldn't you like to know ^_^
occupation: ninja
Bio: My name is Luna La Ming. My life began with disaster and will most likely end like that. It was a dark stormy night, That's how it begins. I was only four years old when my mother and father were killed in front of me.When that happened I became an empty shell. My maid servant took me in as her own child. She found me half dead laying in the dinning room lightly breathing. She took care of my physical wounds, but did not know of the emotional one I carried inside. She took me so far away from that dark place, little did I know that she was a master swords man, or should I say woman. She taught me everything I know. You may have caught me, but that just because I let you... My name is Luna and It will be the last name you'll hear.

Name: Illusious
Age: 20
Race: Human (As far as she knows)
Likes: Outdoors, Animals, Running,Wolves
Dislikes: Anti-enviromentalists, bright sunny days (her skin burns easily)
Alignment: Straight
Occupation: N/A
Bio: Being nearly Einstein intelligent, Illusious was always labeled "The Weird Kid" in highschool. She didn't mind. She was of a quiet and timid nature, a wallflower you might say, and was quite content to sit by her lonesome in the cafeteria of her public highschool. She graduated as Valedictorian, never a missed day, never a missed assignment, never a detention or demerit, but declined on giving a speech. Instead, she quietly took her diploma in her beautiful Blue gown that stood out in the crowd of White that was normal for her school and sat down without a word and only barely a nod for the principal. After this, she moved to an even smaller town than where she'd grown up and gone to school. Here she went to college, university actually. The place was beautiful; rustic and quiet it was perfect for her as it was in the middle of the woods away from most people and almost an 2hours to the nearest large city. It seemed perfect, serene, safe and so comforting for her but this didn't last forever. After being enrolled and at the school for 2years (19yrs old, a few months before her 20th birthday) she was attacked on campus as she made her way to her dorm from one of her later classes. She was left, bleeding from a large wound on her neck, to die in the cold as bats flew overhead. When finally blood loss over took her, she lost conciousness. When she awoke, bright flourescent lights piercing into her eyes, she was told she was in a hospital and had been attacked by some wild animal on campus. That was when she decided to take a hiatus from school. Now she lives in a small town, very small actually, about 200 people, near the school.
Appearance: Small and petite,barely reaching 5' on a good day, and is quite frankly ALBINO. Her skin is very pale, as soft white as freshly fallen snow. Her hair is also shockingly snowy white and reaches to her waist. Her eyes are a beautiful pale pink color that matches the color of her cheeks always. She is what would be considered ''doll-like" in her beauty and seeming fragility. Along with all of this, she likes to wear very dark colors that contrast harshly with her body. Short black dresses that flounce out at the middle of her thigh are matched with headbands of the same color that hold her hair back; though at the same time they allow her bangs to hang forward framing her face. Black isn't the only color she wears; she also enjoys Navy, Burgundy, Blood Red (of the darkest shade of course), Dark Purple (again, the darkest shade possible), and others of similar effect.


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((To avoid double posting. I've already been reported for it once... X_x))

Sitting in her cozy living room, curled in a chair, her legs pulled up under her body, and a book resting comfortably in her hand, Illusious sipped a cup of applecider. The room was dark and only the light from the lap beside her chair allowed the girl to read; though the light from it was dim, it was plenty enough for her sensitive eyes to see. The way things looked, she could have been a painted character from a Christmas story with her rustic, quaint home with dark wood paneling and curtains closed against the world. This was very much not the case though. In fact, this was a normal day for the young woman. With no job, no classes, and hardly an acquaintance let alone a friend, she had nothing better to do with her days than sit around with a good book. Night was a different story altogether though.

With a last drink of her cider, Illusious marked the page of her book and sat both it and her mug onto a wooden table under the window. She uncurled her legs so she could stand; as she did, she raised her arms above her head and stretched. She'd been in the chair for a long while now and her joints cracked with the movement. When finally comfortable and the achey numbness of inactivitiy quickly fading from her limbs she pulled the curtain back and peeked outside. What she saw made her grin. The sun had just begun to dip its lower edge below the treeline and she knew it'd be dark soon.

Slipping into her bedroom she changed her clothes from her soft baggy lounge pants and small thin camisole to better clothing for outdoor wear. Better in her mind at least. Pulling on the black dress she'd picked out for the evening, Illusious let a small smile play on lips. The fabric was so dark that when the dim light from another small lamp played over it, blue streaks could be seen like those seen on the backs of ravens in the sun. She walked to her vanity and sat in front of the mirror. She pulled a brush quickly through her hair until it lay in long straight sheets then slid her black headband into the right place. She smiled at her reflection then stood and headed back out to the main room. As she did so, she tucked her feet into a pair of strappy heels that added two inches to her dimutive height. With this last touch to her outfit she headed into the world.

Though she'd been attacked near where she was walking now, Illusious didn't mind. She loved the night and knew the dangers of going there and chose to do so anyway.

Name: Felix Arcsaw
Race(???) - Human. Probably.
Age: 28
Occupation: Journalist for the New Jersey Press
Bio: He was hard on luck for many years. He hasnt had a break through six years with the Press. He tries as hard as he can, but cannot come across anything. About six months ago, he recieved a letter. It is from a man who calls himself 'Artice'. He tells Felix that he will be sending him letters for time on subjects he wrote. He has not sent another since.

Appearance: Medium build, with medium length brownish hair. People tell him that he has gold eyes, but whenever he looks in a mirror, he has blue eyes. He feels like there is a part of him he doesnt understand, hasnt unlocked. He just doesnt understand it...

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(For not two posts)

'Revisal' it said on my latest article, on the effects of cheaper solar energy sources. I felt like it was a decent article too. I sighed, my usual deep sigh, I usually sighed at a moment like this.

"You have mail Mr. Artz" The person at the desk said, near my cubical.

I sighed, yet again. I told her time after time my last name wasnt Artz. It doesn't matter anymore though.

"Okay. I'll get it."

I walked up and grasped the mail into my unusually large hands. It said in the return adress 'Artice'. Well about time I thought. I didn't expect him to write me again. At least not after the first month.

Dear Mr. Arcsaw, It began

I'm sorry for the delay. I would like you to print out the Email I sent you, on your G-mail account. Print it out, as if you just finished revicing it. It will be an article on solar energy, and a cheaper way to use it. Turn it in, in about three hours. That way your boss will not think you Plagerized. Do what you want with it though. It is your choice.

This was a weird letter... I decided to open up my Email anyways, as it would be intresting to see if I actually recieved mail from him.

((Not to be picky, but I found it much easier to be literate when I started RPing in 3rd person ^^;; It seems weird, but it makes it easier. At least in my book it is))

Illusious smiled into the cool evening air. It wasn't night yet, twilight actually, and the New Jersey woodland was beautiful. Her heels clicked on the concrete of the crude sidewalk as she walked. She did this every evening. After the attack, she shivered just thinking of it, she hadn't been as susceptible to cold. Her eyes and skin had been slightly more sensitive to light though.

Stopping under her favorite tree she sat down on a bench that had been built around the base of its huge trunk. Throwing her left leg over her right she swung it back and forth for a few minutes as she stared into the ever increasing darkness and shadow of the trees. Her thoughts wandered and she let her head loll back against the tree trunk. It was an odd thing, but here thoughts seemed to focus on people. It's been so long since I've been in town... Since I've called my parents rather than just accept their letter and money they send... Since I've read a newspaper or watched the news... I'm so out of touch with reality. She sighed and opened her eyes that had drifted shut in her musings. The stars could be seen now and more seemed to be appearing every minute.

In that moment, Illusious made up her mind. I'm going into town tonight. She stood up and dusted off the back skirt of her dress. Hurriedly jogging as fast as she could in her heels, she headed back to her house. She threw some money and her can of pepper spray she'd bought after the attack into her dark, forest green messengers bag and slung it over her shoulder. She then walked into the tiny town where she lived and sat at the bus stop. It didn't have a McDonalds, it didn't have a movie theatre but the town sure had a bus stop. Three of them actually.

(Okay! Thanks, I'll try it out!)

Felix gasped silently when he opened up the attachment from 'Artice'. It was an amazing essay about the cheaper energy. It was written in his style of writing as well. It was perfect. So He followed directions. He waited about three hours, then went into his boss' room to turn it in. "Here you go Mrs. Bloom!" Felix said, as he turned it in.

(I have to go now, so I dont have time to write more... sorry!)

I sat in the building contemplating my next move, great another night all alone. I just killed three corrupt senators, Would the police find me innocent... funny joke. Again another night all alone. They would be here soon so I better hurry. I have to hurry, or they may find me. Should I hide? I look around for some shadows, but would they be there once they come? I deside to use my rope, I jump out the window and hope for the best.

The bus picked Illusious up just a few minutes later; she'd timed her arrival at the stop perfectly. Climbing onto the small bus she gave the driver her money and sat in the seat farthest back. It was a little bit of a trip into town so sitting here would give her some peace to read and listen to her music.

As the bus pulled away, she pulled out her iPod. She slipped her ear buds into her ears and covered them with her hair in a way that would make it nearly impossible for anyone else to see them. Once she had her music on and cranked she pulled out her book. She'd debated on whether or not to bring it before she left the house but was glad that she did.

The book helped to pass the time quickly and before she knew it, Illusious was entering the bright dome of light that was the city. She tucked her book into her bag and removed one of her earbuds. She stood, signaling the driver to let her off at the next stop. He did so and nodded to her with a smile as she exited. She stood a few minutes on the sidewalk as the bus left. Where to go where to go... She thought. It being dark she decided that most places would be closed. The mall wouldn't though. I could do with a bit of a shopping spree... I've not had one in a while... Finally having a plan, she set out. She walked in the dark just as easily as she walked in the day time normally but the frequently placed streetlights eliminated all need for this.

As she walked toward the mall, it was nearly a half mile from where she was, Illusious looked around her. The cool air brushed over her skin making it cool to the touch. She smiled as the few people who were still walking with her looked at her. She was hard to miss seeing as how her pale coloring made her stand out. A few of the guys gaped in open awe and she shook her head, ignoring them completely, as she continued to walk. Her course took her directly in front of the newspaper building.

Name: Mark Vandoran
Age: 23
Race: human/ wizard
Likes: Magic,books,art,music
Dislikes: Color Pink, loud people, large groups of people
Occupation: Well known artist and photographer
Bio: Though you may think I am a tad strange. You know nothing of that word I assure you. I have grown up in places that would make your mind explode as it tries to keep up with the magic that runs through out those places. I have spent my life trying to fit into this world. I found that with my art and photography I could express myself and use my “gifts” as you people call them without being labeled as some type of freak. My only connection to this strange and depressing world is my art studio. In every corner you will find it brimming with magic. My favorite part of my modern studio is the large Oak tree that grows in the middle of my two story studio as well as my open class ceiling. Though my plants are a sight to see about it. I use the bottom as my studio and the top as my living space that no one besides me is allowed in. There is where I keep my books and new art I am working on.


Played by Lady Chello


In order to avoid double posting,
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*Three days later, after my last post*
The Artice became enlightened on what happened. this will not do He thought. He opened his eyes

*Three 'days' earlier*

Felix opened up the email, and read through it. holy...shit... He thought as he read it... This guy is an amazing writer... I cannot take the credit... Felix showed the article to his boss, Mrs. Bloom.

"Look what i found, on my email!!! It's amazing!!! He wanted me to give it to you, and for me to take the credit for his great work. I don't even know who this guy is...

She read through it. Her eyes widened farther and farther, as she read along. "This is good. put it into your article as you please" she said, trying to not show her amazment. Felix could tell, as he was always good at reading people, that she thought the article wasnt good. she thought it was spectacular. Amazing. Doubleplusgood, as the people of Oceania would say.

So he went to work. He basically said that in his search for information on more cost efficent solar panels, he came across this, which is true. He then typed out the article. When he sent it in to his boss, there was no revisal.

Luna slowly wakes up. She finds herself in her nice warm bed. She looks around and sees a face she knew. Luna smiled at the man that stood before her. He's long blond hair and blue eye looked down at her. "Damian..." she said softly. she reached out and softly touched his face. "I was just dreaming..." she said. Damian shook his head. "No... love I was shot, but a nice young man saved me." he said. Damian softly kissed her forehead. "You on the other hand jumped out of a ten story building, your rope broke. You have been out of it for a month. The doc. didn't think you were going to make it. Your finde now though." he said.

On a whim, Illusious made her way up the stairs into the newspaper printing building. She made her way up to the reception desk manned by a very drowsy looking younger man. He didn't look up until she stood right next to the counter. When he did look up his eyes popped wide and he swung his feet from off top of the desk. "Oh... um... uh... C.. Can I help you? Is there anything you need?" He stuttered. She rolled her eyes at him. In her quiet, musical sounding voice Illusious replied. "I just want a newspaper..."
She was regretting her decision now. She felt silly as she stood in front of the counter, only barely clearing it with her head with the help of her heels. She knew she could be seen by every employee seated behind the panes of glass serving as walls down the hallway. Her cheeks turned a darker pink than normal and she tapped her black-painted fingernails on the counter as she waited for the receptionist to answer her.

I looked out the open door of my studio as I pulled the old oak door behind me as I went out. I looked about the small plants that decorated the outside of my studio and rolled my eyes. "Those girls are always trying to make me look gay I swear." I pull my on my coat as it tried to defie me by wrapping around my hand. After a few moments I had everything where it is suppose to be. I put my hand in my pockets as I begin to walk not sure where I want to go. Enjoying the views and sights as I go.

Felix smiled. He was pleased that the Article made it into the paper. He actually recieved fan letters telling him that he was a pretty good new writer. haha... I've been here for six years... He sent an email to the 'Artifice' asking him if he would like to have another paper published. Almost immediatly, he recieved an email from him, with another attachment. It was labeled 'War in Russia' and it was too amazing. He must have already have all of his articles already and everything Felix thought to himself. He started working on his new article.

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The Artifice closed his eyes. It is good enough. For now. Now to visit the second one.

The Artice visited the New York General Hospital. He found what he was looking for. intesting The Artifice thought. I got what I came for. The artifice paid for Luna's bills, and left a note saying 'Be careful. You're easy to watch' and left. The Artifice got what The Artifice came for.

I looked at Damian, I couldn't believe that he took me here. I was hooked up to IVs and god only knows what. I just wanted to get up and punch him in the face. Thoughs stupid eyes of his... How could I even stay mad at him. "Dameit Damian... I told you never to bring me here. There going to find me here." I could hear myself yelling. Damian tried to calm me down. "I gave them a fake name don't worry." He said. I only wished it worked that way. "Hey stupid it doesn't matter what name they gave you... The cammras still have my face. They will find me and kill me." I said. I looked out the window so I couldn't see how hurt he really was.

Name: Robert Darling
Age: 18
Race: Human.
Likes: Being in control. Excitement. Skateboarding. HONEY.
Dislikes: Boredom. School. Weaklings.
Occupation: Pizza Delivery Guy
Bio: Robert was a punk in high school. He'd pick on smaller students (basically everyone), doze off in class, show up late every day- it's a WONDER he graduated. He probably only did it to show up his no-good parents; his clinically insane mother would stay at home all day afraid of her own shadow while his father was always off at 'work.' The kinda work where you don't get home till late. Atleast he usually looked as if he'd had one hell of a time. Robert took the first chance he could get to leave that house, now scrounges for every penny to pay his tiny apartment's rent. His incredible physical prowess has always been his greatest asset; every gang in the city learned a while back to just leave him the hell alone- every time they'd try to recruit him he'd say that HE didn't need to rely on OTHER peoples help, like SOME pansies...and then beat em to a pulp.
Appearance: Big. At first glance you'd call him fat. If you were lucky enough to get a second glance after calling him fat, you'd notice the extreme muscle tone hidden beneath his layers. Basically, lookin' alot like Buccha from Air Gear. Just ditch the headphones. But Robert Darling is NEVER seen without one of those bears full of honey in his hand.

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"Why they always gotta make me do the late deliveries?" Robert grumbled to himself as he latched onto the back of a passing truck, letting it pull him on his oversized skateboard closer to his destination. He really didn't mind having the night delivery shift, in fact he'd specifically requested it... but currently lacked anything else to complain about. He quickly tossed the pizza he was relocating into the back of the truck in order to free his hand long enough to grab his honey out of his pocket and squirt a generous glob into his cavernous mouth. Pocketing the honey bear, he grabbed the pizza just in time to let go of the truck and turn on to the street this delivery was on. Pin pointing the address, he rolled his eyes in anticipation of what he was about to do; he always hated this part- early on in his delivery experience he'd realized that few people are prepared to tip a fat a** delivery guy sneering down at them.... so right as the customer opened the door he put on his most winning smile and tried to look as small as possible, handing them their pizza and saying "Thank You" atleast four times. As soon as the door was closed he was scowling; all that work for a 37 cent tip. Still aware he was on the clock he hopped back on his skateboard and headed back to the pizza place.

(( Could I ask what is going on at the moment, where characters are etc...? ))

{Well... Characters- Felix Arcsaw played by Lord Pesca. A Writer, currently immersed in his work, recieving articles from currently undeveloped but apparently highly important character, 'The Artifice,' also played by Lord Pesca. Illusious, played by Vanidar, a Doll like practically albino young woman currently strolling through town, having stopped at the newspaper printing building, she is waiting to be handed a paper and supposedly be on her way to a shopping spree. Luna La Ming, played by sdgfam08, a ninja assassin of sorts, on the run from someon; including but perhaps not limited to the law. Attempting to escape a crime scene she fell and has been in a month long coma. Having recently awoken to a familiar face who has yet remained undeveloped, Damian, she expresses her discomfort at being placed in such an open location. Mark Vandoran, played by Lady Chello, is going for a walk. Robert Darling, played by me... I made the most recent post, so if you read that you're caught up on me.

Finally, The Artifice, supplys Felix with spectacular articles and payed for Luna's hospital bills, leaving a warning that she's to easy to watch. He is obviously important and powerful. Hope that helps, sorry if this post is in the way ^o^}

Luna slowly got up from the bed and tried to walk over to Damian, she almost falls. Damian walks up to her and picks her up. "I love you Luna.l" he said softly. "I just couldn't bare the sight of leaving you somewhere else." he said. Luna looked into his green eyes. "Just take me home please..." she said. Luna snuggled up to him. He softly kisses her head, as he did a nurse came in. " LeeAnn you good to go when ever you like and a gentleman came and told me to give you this." she handed Luna the envelope, then walked away.
Luna looked it over. "who could this be... she said to herself. Damian put her down to let her get her balance. She softly smiled at him. "Can you help me get dressed...?" she asked him softly. He gently untied the hospitle gowned. He then grabed her clothes and helped her first get her blue jeans. She put the letter on the bed, then let him help her with her shirt. "Damian... why do you love me?" she asked. "I've not been a good girl friend to you." Luna said. As she got her shirt on she felt pain run through out her body. She didn't want Damian to see that she was in pain so she just closed her eyes and took a deep breath in. Damian couldn't tell how bad she was hurting and she was glad about that. He softly whisper in her ear. "because your strong... you don't need me... you just want me." he said.
Damian took her by the hand. "You need to get use to using these legs again." he said with a smile. She gently took a step and felt really vulnerable for the first time in her life she knew she didn't have it together.

(Thank you traverse, for explaining!)

The Next few days for Felix has been more exciting than the last six years of his time here. He has gotten seventeen pieces of fan mail, and his boss, has actually achnoleged that he existed. Even the receptionist has started calling him by his right name. Meanwhile, this man called 'The Artifice' seemed to be more than helpful... Probably some guy who wants fame. If so, why didn't he use his real name...? Felix thought. But he didnt give much thought to the not so good stuff. He wanted to enjoy every bit of his five minute fame that he got. He just kept including more and more articles by the Artifice. But, his articles, after time seemed to get stronger. and more irrational. The last article he recieved, that was schedled for the press in two weeks, was centered around how weak the French military was, and how easy it would be to take over, even for a weak government like Russia. What was his goal? Felix frequently asked himself. But, there was to no end. the articles just kept coming. Little did Felix know, but his own writing skill seemed to be improving. Little by little...

FINALLY- his shift was over and he was done carting greasy pizzas all around town. After locking up the pizza shop Robert turned to face the dying traffic. As late as it was, most people were already home if not on their way, and preparing for bed. "Must be nice," he thought to himself, "having something to go home to... a reason to be working, people who care about you. Idiots." Suddenly deciding that his dingy apartment wasn't even worth the effort, he turned in the complete opposite direction and kicked off on his skateboard, rolling slowly down the side of the street. "Maybe I'll head by the hospital. Jumping all those stairs still hasn't lost its excitement."

My eyes fell upon the newspaper building as I began to walk to it. I smiled as my hands dug into my pockets holding onto my newest photos I had resiliently taken. I walked into the building and waited at the desk as they person behind it tried to figure out who to send me and my new picture too. It wasn't like I hadn't been in that building before. The newspaper had always used my pictures. These I felt might make a good story.

Damian gently put her into the car Lunas eyes filled with tears as pain shot through out her body.The car ride was silent, Luna didn't have anything to say. She felt broken, lost, but most of all alone. She didn't know if anything would ever be the same. Then out of the corner of her eyes she saw a guy jumping the stairs in front of the hospital. "stop the car." she said softly. Damian looked over at her. "why?" he asked.
Luna rolled her eyes. "Just stop the car." she said. Damian did as she asked. She watched as he jumped the last bit of stairs. Luna rolled down the window. "Hey!" She yelled out to the guy.

The receptionist noticed, that Mr. Arcsaw, the new reporter, who seemed to have turned columist, hasn't come in today. Oh well. Even new writers deserve a day off every now and then. But he didn't come in the next day either. Or the next. She became more frightened as the days went on. She didn't know him very well, but she knew when something bad has happened. She asked Mrs. Bloom, his and her boss, where he lived so she could check on him.
She went to his complex on Bakers Street the next day, when he didn't come in. She found his room number in the complex and knocked on the door. When he didn't answer, she tried again. maybe he is on a vacation she thought, and then started walking away. Then she heard a small gasp of breath from inside. Then some mumbling.
She tried the handle, and it opened... she say Felix sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. The apartment was a mess. It looked like someone destroyed it. Weirder yet, Felix didnt look at her. He was just sitting there mumbling, gasping every now and then. He gasped, then she decided to try to hear what he was saying. "1.....1......2....3......5.....8....13...." and he kept saying seemingly random numbers.... then he started over eventually. "Are you all right Felix?" She said. Obviously he wasnt, but she needed to say something. He payed her no mind at all. She started freaking out. well, she was freaking out before, but now she was visibly freaking out. she started screaming, and one of the neighbors came in, and saw what was happening. "It's okay" the neighbor was saying, but it wasnt okay. even he knew that.

Originally Posted by Traverse

{Well... Characters- Felix Arcsaw played by Lord Pesca. A Writer, currently immersed in his work, recieving articles from currently undeveloped but apparently highly important character, 'The Artifice,' also played by Lord Pesca. Illusious, played by Vanidar, a Doll like practically albino young woman currently strolling through town, having stopped at the newspaper printing building, she is waiting to be handed a paper and supposedly be on her way to a shopping spree. Luna La Ming, played by sdgfam08, a ninja assassin of sorts, on the run from someon; including but perhaps not limited to the law. Attempting to escape a crime scene she fell and has been in a month long coma. Having recently awoken to a familiar face who has yet remained undeveloped, Damian, she expresses her discomfort at being placed in such an open location. Mark Vandoran, played by Lady Chello, is going for a walk. Robert Darling, played by me... I made the most recent post, so if you read that you're caught up on me.

Finally, The Artifice, supplys Felix with spectacular articles and payed for Luna's hospital bills, leaving a warning that she's to easy to watch. He is obviously important and powerful. Hope that helps, sorry if this post is in the way ^o^}

Yes I agree with lord pesca, thank you for that post, am very grateful. I'll make a profile and my character will most likely bump into yours! :)

(hahahaha.... this is actually doing prettyy well fro my first thread.... Welcome to the thread... sorry, I dont really want to post right now....)