First Impression [o]

[PIPER PYRITE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:410px; height:389px; padding: 5px] [STYLE=background: url(http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y65/MsPadfoot05/Avatar/tlak10.png); webkit-border-radius: 0%; moz-border-radius: 100%; webkit-border-radius: 0%; border-radius: 100%; border: 4px solid #; width: 100px; height: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y65/MsPadfoot05/Avatar/tlak10.png); webkit-border-radius: 0%; moz-border-radius: 100%; webkit-border-radius: 0%; border-radius: 100%; border: 4px solid #; width: 100px; height: 100px; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y65/MsPadfoot05/Avatar/tlak10.png); webkit-border-radius: 0%; moz-border-radius: 100%; webkit-border-radius: 0%; border-radius: 100%; border: 4px solid #; width: 100px; height: 100px; opacity: 0.6;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y65/MsPadfoot05/Avatar/tlak10.png); webkit-border-radius: 0%; moz-border-radius: 100%; webkit-border-radius: 0%; border-radius: 100%; border: 4px solid #; width: 100px; height: 100px; opacity: 0.4;] [/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y65/MsPadfoot05/Avatar/tlak10.png); webkit-border-radius: 0%; moz-border-radius: 100%; webkit-border-radius: 0%; border-radius: 100%; border: 4px solid #; width: 100px; height: 100px; opacity: 0.2;] [/style] [STYLE= overflow: auto; width: 287px; height: 550px; float: right; font-size: 13px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -550px;]There was a shiver and a second of hesitation, but that was all the big brute needed. With a scoffing grin cracking across his face, the man flexed and went for the kill. The crowd exploded into cheer as the losing man fell out of his chair, his hand trapped in defeat between his opponent’s and the wood of the table. Unbeatable so far, the large muscled beast stood up and bowed to flaunt his fifth victory in a row. But Piper had been eying this match for a while now. She was supposed to be mapping out a new section of this island into her North Blue notes, but she was thoroughly distracted. The ruckus just happened to be by the very cliff side she wanted to scout on. Something about this man declaring no one can beat him in a stupid arm wrestle match was ticking her off. People were actually betting on him! Wasting money! Her brow twitched and she shook her head. Focus, focus. Gluing her bright hues back to the ink and parchments in her lap, Piper attempted to revisit what she was supposed to be doing as a navigator. “Is there no one here who can beat this man? How about you?” Piper couldn’t help but glance up to see who would be stupid enough to get their arm twisted out of its socket next. To her surprise, attention in the crowd had turned in her direction, and she actually tilted her head to take a look behind her. Except no one was there. Just her. Seriously? She raised her eyebrows and pointed to herself in question. “Me?” But then the crowd, including the bastard who had been winning all those matches, started laughing. Anyone else would have probably laughed too and waved it off as nothing after the very obvious joke was made. However, Piper wasn’t exactly like everybody else, but even she would have just dismissed it and be grouchy instead if they didn’t continue on with the joke. Things like: what she gonna do, bat her eyelashes to win? and Just kidding, yeah right, rang in the air and it only grew from there. Piper suddenly stood to her feet, dropping her maps aside for now. Stomping almost in a childish manner, she shoved her way past surprised faces and plopped herself down at the table with a gruff sigh. Cracking her knuckles, she gave the confused man to be her opponent a foxy grin. “No tears when I win, alright?” The laughter erupted again, but it only fed the wild grin splitting her lips. She couldn’t wait to beat the shit out of these guys and wipe those expressions off their faces! anyone! - TAG 452 - COUNT first thread! what i've done by linkin park - TUNE [/style] [/style]

[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive Such a great afternoon, was it not? And what a better place to take a walk, than the wilderness that surrounded the town of Partia. Cain was a lover of casual and serene walks, and new sights. Partia was simply a new town for him, and taking a walk here was definitely a tempting experience to partake. However, it seemed that he would not be alone for this particular walk, no. He had come across a rather rowdy and noisy bunch of large-muscled men, who seemed to be partaking in some kind of activity. With his curiousity piqued, the man had brought himself to join the audience. And he had come in during the man's third win. Oh? Impressive. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning on one leg as he allowed himself witness to this man's prowess. He was clad in a black wife beater, worn under his black jacket with the golden shoulder paulders. The short crimson cloak hung over his shoulders, reaching just down to the curve of his back. A pair of cream-coloured pants accompanied the upper attire, held in place by a black leather belt, adorned with a silver buckle. A pair of old leather shoes completed his attire. Strapped onto his left waist lay Vindication, a weapon that he had bought mere hours earlier, and figured it would be a reasonable weapon to carry around casually, unlike his larger and more menacing Ater Harpe. Of course, Pearce lay hidden under the cover of his jacket, strapped onto his lower back. The fifth win came in, and Cain would rise his eyebrows in amusement. Was the man truly that powerful? Well, there was only one way to find out for himself. As the next challenger was called out, Cain slowly uncrossed his arms, debating with himself whether he should step forward or not. As tempting as it was to challenge the man and see his strength, the fact that he had beaten five guys in a row was no small feat. Just as he was about to step forward, though, the question was raised to another. A girl, who sat outside the circle, handling parchments of sorts. Cain stopped in his tracks, his body freezing as he glanced upon the female. And it seemed she was surprised to be called out as well. Among all the large and strong-looking men here, she was offered the chance? Well, this was unusual. Cain chuckled, expecting the girl to back out. Instead, however, she stepped up, utterly impressing Cain. She was either brave, or really stupid. He brought his right hand up as she came closer, rubbing his chin. Interesting demeanour. And as she sat down, she shot a taunt at the champion, causing a burst of laughter to erupt in the vicinity. And then, the bets were being called in, as everyone bet against the girl. Though their winnings were low, at least they earned some money. Cain reached into his pocket, as he pulled out his own pouch of beries. Should he? He stared at it for a moment, before squeezing it lightly. And then, calling out, he announced his stand as he reached forward with his pouch. "I'm betting 200 beries on the girl!" He smirked towards Piper. Cain was always a risk-taker. And this was that side of head rearing its head. you can't break the broken, TAGGED: piper pyrite NOTES: if you don't mind. made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.