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Name: Kanene
Pronunciation: ka-NEEN
Meaning: "a little thing in the eye is big"
Stage: Teen
Apparent Ethnicity: Arabic
Height: 5'8
Weight: 123lbs
Likes: Stabbing, kissing, weapons, Erasmus, fighting, and boobs.
Dislikes: Andie, the color pink, being misjudged.



When Kanene finally was able to clear his mind of Erasmus, something else seeped into it's place...Something...like a memory.

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Full Name: Mekania Michelle Mashin<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v600/kuatalmot/jadedice12.png" align="right">
Nicknames: Mek, Mekky, Meka, Meka, etc.
Race: Demon (part succubi)
Gender: female
Age: 20 (or to be difficult, 5,000+)
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 127lbs
Eye Color: Grey (turns black when angry or being seductive)
Hair Color: Red
Hair Length: Ends at her hips
Occupation: Prominant member of the underworld (Hell)/model/mortal researcher
Personality: A bit of a pain, Mek likes to make things hard for the people around her, mostly when those people are men. She's seductive and usually quite confident with herself. She's often very deceptive and is prone to hiding her true feelings, unless those feelings happen to be anger, lust, or jealousy. She's always on her guard but when she's around people she's comfortable with she can relax but only when she's sure these people are "under her spell"

<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v600/kuatalmot/jadedice15.jpg" align="left">Likes: Men, modeling, skimpy outfits, hot weather, dark rooms, fighting.
Dislikes: Stupid people, not getting any, cleaning, people that are prettier than her, children, being fat (not that she's ever been fat)

History: Add a bunch of stuff here later later later later. wheee.












Full Name: Po<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v600/kuatalmot/monkeyness.gif" align="right">
Race: Monkey
Gender: male
Age: unknown
Height: 1'2"
Weight: 25lbs
Eye Color: black
Fur Color: brown
Personality: Eviiiil. Often tempermental, Po is a force to be reckoned with when set off. Luckily, he's been locked up in his room for awhile.
Likes: Wreaking havoc, Kanene, shiney stuff, and causing bodily harm to...everything.
Dislikes: children, people in general, not getting his way, and cages.

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A gift from Nyxa and Adrienne heart

A gift from Suki and Ayoka heart

A gift from Merewen and Erasmus heart

A gift from Maeko and Jealousy heart

A gift from Petra and Lieneke heart

A gift from Bre and Andie heart



Valentine gifts from Erasmus. He's so awesome. heart

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- First excerpts from his letter...

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<center>Oh I come from a land, from a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where they cut off your ear
If they don't like your face
It's barbaric, but hey, it's home

When the wind's from the east
And the sun's from the west
And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down, come on in
Let the magic begin
It's another Arabian night

Oh, I come from a land where intrigue is in style
And adventure is status quo
Where they hack off your lips
If they don't like your smile
It's the law, did I make it? No!

See the dervishes dance in ridiculous prance
Then romance to your heart's delight
Come on down, stop on by
Hop a carpet and fly
To another Arabian night

Arabian nights
Like Arabian days
They tease and excite
Take off and take flight
They shock and amaze
Arabian nights
Like Arabian noons
The thrills that one seeks
One finds with the sheiks
The geeks and the goons
In that magical place, in that mystical land
There's a genie inside ev'ry jar
He'll do all of your bidding, your wishes' command
It's demeaning but hey, there you are

Unbelievable, yes
An unethical mess
Nonetheless no one's very contrite
You come here and you've
Come to a land where any million can move
A land of high intrigue with tricky logistics
By prophets and mystics
And I've got statistics to prove

Arabian nights
Like Arabian days
More often than not
Are hotter than hot
In a lot of good ways
Arabian nights
'Neath Arabian moons
A fool off his guard
Could fall and fall hard
Out there on the dunes

Follow me to a place where incredible feats
Are routine ev'ry hour or so
Where enchantment runs rampant
Gets wild in the streets
Open sesame and here we go

Pack your shield, pack your sword
You won't ever get bored
Though get beaten or gored you might
Call it mad, call it crazed
But let Allah be praised
It's another Arabian night
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