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USS DEFIANT MISSION OBJECTIVES & TYPES1.1 MISSION OBJECTIVESPursuant to Starfleet Exploration Directives 911.3, Starfleet Defense Directives 114.9 & 154.7, Starfleet Borg Defense Initiative Directive 371.6 and Federation Security Council General Policy, the following objectives have been established for a Defiant-Class Starship:Ensure Federation security through rapid response to threat forces.Serve as the first-line of defense in military combat operations and lend support to larger Federation starships.Provide autonomous capability for full execution of Federation defense & search and rescue policy options in outlying territories and border areas.Take on the burden of border patrol and threat-response operations from other starship classes currently, and projected to be, in use.Provide a mobile platform for testing and implementation of mission-specific or new technology, specifically in the areas of covert and tactical operations.Serve as a platform capable of rapid deployment for special and covert operations deemed necessary by the Federation.2.1 MISSION TYPESIt should be of little surprise that the Defiant-class is a spaceframe designed primarily for tactical and defensive operations, and thus, its primary mission types are rather one-sided when compared to most other ships that serve in the Federation fleet.  While this may appear to be short-sided of the Defiant, recent evidence suggests that continued hostilities between the Federation and threat forces means that tactical mission types will never be in short supply.The following are the primary mission types for the Defiant-class vessel:Tactical and Defensive Operations:  Typical missions include protection of Federation assets in the form of colonies and space stations from anticipated threat forces.Patrol and Interdiction:  Typical missions include the patrol of established neutral zones, shipping lanes and recognized regions of dispute and/or conflict.Reconnaissance:  Typical missions include scouting of areas deemed worthy of note by Starfleet Intelligence.Emergency/Search and Rescue:  Typical missions include answering standard Federation emergency beacons, extraction of Federation or Non-Federation citizens in distress, retrieval of Federation or Non-Federation spacecraft in distress, small-scale planetary evacuation - medium or large scale planetary evacuation is not feasible.Secondary Scientific Investigations:  In some cases, a Defiant is found to be the most suitable platform from which to perform certain scientific applications.  They include experiments and research that requires increased shielding to observe certain phenomena, or a weapons platform from which to test new technologies.The listed mission types are by no means the only operations that the Defiant is capable of performing.  Starfleet continues to run projections on possible mission types.

Passion; the enraptured fusion of emotion and physical intimacy,floating in a slow writhing aura of love and warmth sosubstantial one can almost reach out and touch it.Passion; feeling beyond feeling, sacrifice and trust, love and yearning,wonder and discovery, joy and craving, tears and explosions,desire and fulfillment.Passion; a shared experience of lovers lost in total abandonment toeach other, merged at a level that transcends physical bounds or definition.A gift of togetherness and eroticism that leaves each lover breathless, drained,fulfilled and content.Flesh, emotion and soul one and inseparable for brief tender momentsnever to be forgotten. Immersed in physical sensation, punctuated withemotional ecstasy, passion does not lend itself easily to expression inWords, but we humans never stop trying.

I've been prone to writing words in a book for years. Honestly since I first wrote that first silly little poem. I have lost a book or two over time but I have been able to maintain the one I started on Nervala and also another one I kept hidden and used on Lazon II. But now, just in case I happen to lose them too I will transcribe them into my personal logs. Here are some exerpts from the book I have kept with me from Lazon II.Once again I am forced to write hoping to bleed off my infinite heartache so then i survive another night and live to write again so I dip this well used quill deep into the blood of my own heart wishing to stop this harrowing pain before my soul is ripped apart but ink and quill alone are nothing. I need parchment to reach my goal and all I have to write upon are the remnants of my tattered soul and so with crimson ink upon faded parchment, using battered quill, my hurt slowly bleeds from me forming into words without my will. now I sit here and decide to read. I realize that through my writing, I have condemned myself to live another night.Fallen, forever to remain, never again to be without you. I've crossed the void of a thousand milky ways, Shadow danced across stars, in the arms of a crescent moon; turned my back on eternity for a heartbeat and saline tears; just to feel the want in your lips pressed to mine; and oh how the precious scent of your ardor awakens my sanity; only to watch it drown midst a seraphs requiem, and be reborn again in the soft of your eyes. These faithful arms reach out to you as the veil of innocence fades; the stars were shining, silken petals unfurled, as you slipped into me wholly

Personal Logs  Thomas Riker   Stardate 2389.52I find myself needing to somehow express some of my thoughts on my stay on Cardassia's Lazon II. I've resisted the urge to do so for some time but I find myself pondering the idea that if I put it into words that perhaps it won't haunt me so much. And since I have no one to talk to this seems like the only outlet I have. There's one day in particular that screams through every crevice of my mind at this very moment.Although Lazon II was warmer than my native Earth's climate, it was often very cold in my solitary cell. This day, however, it was a different story altogether. The temperature must have been at least ten or fifteen degrees, the door was frozen solid and icicles hung from the ceiling of the cell. Water dripped from then at two second intervals. I counted them about a thousand times, tap, tap and tap. It used to drive me crazy but I grew immune to it the longer I stayed in the solitary hell. It was a torture tactic the Cardassians liked to use on certain prisoners. Especially, apparently, those that were difficult and I was obviously a difficult prisoner.I often retreated to my dreams and fantasies to try and avoid the conditions. I'm sure Deanna wouldn't be any too happy that she was oft times the subject of my dreams or at least a part of them. I am a Starfleet Officer with a family. On my off time I would spend my time with that family. We'd spend our evenings together curled up on the sofa in our quarters on our ship or at home in San Francisco or Alaska in front of a nice raging hot fire. Her head resting on my shoulder and we'd spend hours talking about our day and our children would be playing at our feet.Which made me wonder if Deanna could feel me or sense me across the millions of miles that separated us,  I hardly thought that she could but I liked to wish she could. I knew that not one damned person in Starfleet cared that I was being brutalized in a hell hole. After all I was just a sloppy second anyway right.That day I was stopped in my thoughts by the sound of boots at the door, which wasn't really any more unusual than any other day. A key turned and clank...I knew the next would come shortly...what did they want from me now...I'd had my fair share of work for that day before they tossed me back into the cage again...clank...I cringed, knowing that once the last one came that they would be in my cell. I prayed that they would change their minds. I would scream out her name in my mind...clank.That sound still echoes in my head to this day. I don't know if it'll ever go away.After a bit of shoving and kicking, the door was creaked open. I actually prayed it wouldn't be a certain ruthless guard named Talon Nor and my heart began beating rapidly. Unfortunately nine out of ten times it would be him. He took a particular liking in antagonizing me, especially after I told him I'd kill him one day. He seemed to enjoy toying with me at odd times. I apparently was his favorite plaything. He was trying to break me and the harder I resisted the more he showed his face, the bastard that he was.Talon marched in; behind him followed another guard I hadn't seen before and I thought I'd seen them all. "What did you say to Kalner yesterday Riker?" Talon moved toward me. Inwardly I winced and became sick to my stomach and I concentrated hard not to show it. I would think of her which always seemed to make it better. It would only be after he left that I would tend to lose what little contents I had in my stomach.I didn't care and really didn't quite remember what I said to this Kalner so I remember murmuring to him, "My food?" I hadn't eaten in at least twenty four hours. I'd be lucky if I got fed once a day and there were times it'd be days before I would eat. It was slop; pigs probably wouldn't have eaten it but sustenance none the less. One learned very quickly that food was food no matter how terrible it tasted, smelled and looked. You were considered lucky if you were one of the ones who'd capture a mouse like creature, which was considered real food.The new guard, obviously Kalner, was younger, much younger than Talon. He was tall with a more sadistic face if that were even possible. He bared his teeth at me and spoke, "I don't care about your food human." I wanted to kill him too.Talon was shorter, more middle aged in my estimation. He had a fat nose and brown eyes which seemed to dominate his scaly face. I remember him saying, "I can't even take a break now. I don't come for one day, one damn day and you're already throwing insults at me. I'll give you some food." he punched me in the stomach and I fell against the wall angry. I was extremely angry.I wondered what insult but then again anything I said; anytime I opened my mouth it was an insult to him. I couldn't resist the urge to provoke him and I said, "What insults? I didn't." I said it with a sneer on my face."Don't give that what insults Riker!" He snapped at me. "All you damned humans are the same but you, you Riker, are the worst I've ever seen. You just can't resist the urge to aggravate can you? If I didn't know better, I'd think you liked to be smacked around Riker." I wanted to shove my fist down his throat for saying that to me honestly I would kill him in his sleep given an opportunity."I didn't say anything!" I replied and choked back a heavy breath. I realized then what was coming and wasn't really able to take it on this specific day. Some days the beatings seemed endless and although I didn't want to I had to play their games. It was the only way to survive in that hell hole of a place. So I gave Talon part of what he wanted. "It wasn't about you Talon." I'd never beg him not to hit me because that was an invitation for him to hit me. But then again I would never beg. I would never beg anyone period end of story there. Talon grabbed my long dark hair and flung me like a rag doll across the cold dank cell. Again I thought of ways I was going to kill him. Had I become such an animal? The answer was yes, I had.I knew the minute it came out of my mouth I'd pay for what I said. He had meant it. Kalner was the guard who had apparently brought me food the day before - it was Talon's day off - and I had been thinking all morning about my friends and what little family I did have. Not that Will gave two shits about me anyway and Deanna, well I'm sure she forgot me the moment I beamed off the Enterprise that day. But how I loved her and prayed and screamed in my head for her to find me. Anyway I didn't realize there was a guard just outside my cell door. I was angry that day, which wasn't uncommon since anger fueled my existence. Holding onto my anger was one of the ways I remained strong in my own mind. I screamed out loud, "You bastards, you're all bastards!" I banged on the door. Apparently Kalner had informed Talon of my outburst and Talon was there to exact his form of justice upon me. I was nearly immune to it as well.Talon pulled out a knife from his belt and slashed it at my face; he caught me across the eye, slicing in a downward motion giving me a sardonic grin which I wanted to wipe off his face. I managed to save myself - just - by stumbling back onto the wet, slimy wall. I wiped the blood off my face the best I could. But I was concerned. I concentrated on the knife as it closed in on me again. It seemed to eye me evilly as it moved closer and closer to me. I heard the younger guard speak, "Sir don't." Kalner almost seemed to plead and I inwardly shivered. Talon thrust the knife into me and I dropped to the floor and the thick redness of my blood oozed from my shoulder. I kept the scream quiet and held back the moisture that was growing in my eyes. I whispered Deanna's name and Talon kicked me. "You'll never see her again you pathetic excuse for a human." I tried to keep Deanna's name quiet but there were times it escaped me.Everything seemed to have happened so quickly, my head was spinning and I looked up at him with a sneer on my face. I wanted to kill him and one day I knew I would, it was simply a matter of time for me. Killing in that prison was a matter of survival and I had done my fair share. I was stuck in that solitary hell for doing just that, I had killed over food and to be honest I felt nothing for doing so. May God help me, I felt nothing. I'd actually reached the point where killing didn't matter to me. It was a me or them mentality, survival of the fittest.I remember as I looked up at Talon, holding my shoulder, I could see the blood lust in his eyes. He wanted me dead, there was no denying that. But I honestly believe he wanted me alive more so he could torture me routinely. Then there was a white haziness coming down upon me as I watched the knife coming toward me yet again and all I thought was at least this time it isn't s whip slashing through my flesh.Talon muttered, "What the hell, you're not worth it." I saw him turn to Kalner and order him to clean out the small waste receptacle, which was a tin box in the corner. The guard walked over and picked up the container. That, according to the rules, was supposed to be slopped out every other day, but Talon, who never obeyed any rules, only used to do it once a week. But with me he didn't do it for a week or more at a time and when I'd complain all I'd get as a reply were several kicks in the stomach or a few punches in the face or a slash or two of the whip.I remember Kalner walking out with the box but then Talon summoned him back and he said, "On second thought, give it to me. I'll clear it." I watched him as I stumbled to stand and he threw it at me narrowly missing me. Talon's laughter echoed around the cell. That was just another reason I was going to take great pleasure in killing that sadistic bastard. He finally stopped laughing and signaled to the other guard that they were finished. I cleared my eyes of the blood and leered at the two of them as they walked out. I slid down the wall. No food, another beating, utter humiliation and tears now began to sting at my eyes but I refused to let those bastards see me as weak. Just then, the young guard glanced back and our eyes met for maybe a hundredth of a second it was as if he were saying, 'I'm just a conscript. I have nothing against you.' His morose eyes seemed to be indicating, 'I want to get out of this hell as bad as you.' He turned and walked out and the door clanged shut as the three bolts were snapped back. Nobody wanted out of that hell hole more that I did.Personal Logs Thomas Riker   Stardate 2390.2Again I find myself unable to sleep with the overwhelming flood of thoughts, my nightmares once again waking me up. With no one to talk to, no one to share this burden I must bare alone. I find myself wishing to share it with someone but I fear how it would be taken by her. What would she think of me if she ever found out what kind of animal I have truly turned into.Although my relationship with my father was fractured in my younger years, the anger I felt for him was a help not a hindrance to me during my imprisonment on Cardassia's Lazon II. When I was a young boy, after my mother had died, he was hard on me and if I dared cry he would yell at me, "Riker men don't cry!" I held tightly to that in the labor camp. Riker men don't cry and my anger only fueled my will to survive.After I'd been beat down and my face cut and stabbed in the shoulder that night, my eyes remained transfixed on that door long after it had shut and I wiped moisture and blood from my eyes. Talon had hesitated. Why? Why hadn't he stabbed me that second time? I wouldn't have minded, yet I couldn't understand, why were they keeping me alive. Other than for amusement and to keep me suffering because I had invaded Cardassian Space. Few knew that I was just doing my job when I did that. But that's another story in and of itself isn't it? The things Starfleet keeps hidden.  I smiled as I poured what little water I had over my wounds, cleaning myself the best I could. I wanted to die, but they wouldn't let me. Apparently I was some great prize for them and perhaps I hadn't been broken just yet and that's what they were waiting for. How much could Thomas Riker take before we break his spirit? Little did they know I had become broken inside but refused to show it to those bastards. They would never see just how wounded I had become. I had become a monster with the instincts of an animal and no one was coming to rescue me. Why would they, they already had their Riker.While sitting in my bitter, dank cell, I thought of better days. It didn't take long for the beatings to begin once I was dropped off on Lazon II after being tested like some lab rat on Cardassia Prime. Expendable was the word. So I went back, back to better days. Back to when I was a small boy running in the woods in Alaska, fishing, ice skating, sledding with my friends. I had dreams, when I was a small boy, of a little girl who would play with me in my dreams. She had long black hair and piercing blue eyes that reminded me so much of my own and she would show up now and again in my dreams at night in my cell. She urged me to remain strong. Other times, most times, Deanna would fill my thoughts and dreams. I would go back and relive the day we first met and the day I fell utterly and hopelessly in love with her. These are the things I would think of and dream of. I would go anywhere I could in my mind to avoid feeling the pain of humiliation and the physical and psychological pain the best that I could.I would also pray or ponder and ask whatever God there was out there why, but I never got a reply or if I did I wasn't in the position to really hear an answer. I was angry, very angry. I'm still angry. The anger toward the Cardassians kept me strong and tough on the outside. They could beat me until I was so close to death and I still would not beg them to stop. I'd rather have died then give them the pleasure of knowing they had broken me; mind, body or spirit.That night, when I received the stab wound from Talon I remember examining my shoulder, the blood trickling out of it, streaming down over my arm and fingers, dripping onto the floor. Suddenly, I began to experience spasms of pain in my shoulder and arm and my chest shook violently. I fell over onto the floor and a gush vomit flowed out as my ribs pulled in seeming to suffocate me. I rolled on the floor in the fetal position; coughing and spluttering, gasping for air, I wished to expire. After moments my body stilled and the cell turned silent as my eyes went black.I remember coming back to consciousness probably hours later. One by one I began to move my body parts; my legs, arms, fingers, toes, head. The pains had lessened and I lifted my head and from my lying position I could see the small slit in the wall. It was dark outside; I could see the sliver of a wonderless, unexceptional moon. Around it the sky had cleared leaving behind a black mass and all those millions of miles away, hundreds of sleeping stars. I gazed at the sliver of vastness and begged her to find me but knew she wouldn't even hear my call. She probably thought I gave up on her and had forgotten all about her again which was so far from the truth it stung me to the bone.  I'm not sure how long I stared out that slit in that wall that night but I do know I'd succumbed to exhaustion and finally slept. I was deep within a vivid, pleasant dream when my foot was kicked."Get up human waste."I opened my eyes and groggily looked at the men, if you could call a Cardassian that. To me they were and are walking, talking reptiles, nothing more. I recognized the camp leader Gasal and behind him stood two other Cardassians, Kalner and Dumat. There wasn't any sign of Talon. Gasal looked down at me huddled in the corner and he said, "So you're the great Thomas Riker, genetic riddle, are you? You don't look very great to me." Snickers passed around the cell. That was only the second time I'd seen Gasal. I couldn't really make out his face in the darkness; he was a featureless silhouette with two very impassive eyes staring back at me.I had wanted to ask him a question for months, a question to which other guards only replied, 'ask Gasal.' I stared right back at the bastard and lifted my chin in defiance, "Why are you keeping me alive?"Of course Gasal didn't answer. "Take him." He commanded in a gruff voice as he grabbed me and flung me over to the two guards in doorway. The guards began to drag me out of my cell and along the series of corridors. The air was thick in the narrow passages and there was the same nauseating stench as weeks ago when I was dragged into the cell.Behind us followed a brigade of officers, now having grown as others were called from adjoining rooms. I wondered what the hell. They finally turned into the vast yard that was blanketed in sand and I was thrown to the ground. I half staggered half crawled to the center. I lifted my head out of the dust and spat sand from my mouth. It was dawn, it was hot out and I was thankful for that as my mind went to her. It always did during times of impending peril, but knowing she wouldn't have a clue what I was going to experience. But the thoughts of her made me feel somehow safer in a strange way. I examined the crowd, there were many different species held prisoner there. They were near naked like me but for the few rags we called clothes. My eyes locked with a Romulan and he looked as though he wanted to save me. Be he wouldn't even be able to save himself with this many guards around.Blood began to trickle from my shoulder wound again and I was perspiring heavily. The wound was painful; it was as though it were being ripped apart. I clenched my teeth as I lay there prone on the ground. The pain! My head was aching and I felt like it was about to explode. I felt like I was about to pass out but closed my eyes and thought only of Deanna. Always to her as I was kicked hard by various guards. When I opened my eyes Gasal glared at me and sneered, "Enjoy being back in the general population great Thomas Riker. We'll see how long you survive." One more swift kick to the back and I was left to fend for myself. Which wouldn't have normally been a problem but I was badly wounded. I was going to die.Personal Logs  Thomas Riker  Stardate 2394.82One had to make alliances on Lazon II and I had done just that before I killed someone and was thrown into that solitary cell. I wasn't sure how long I'd spent in that bitterly cold cell but in a way was relieved to be back outside with the warmth of the sun beating down on me the morning after I was stabbed in the shoulder by Talon. I was still thinking of ways to kill the bastard.Once I'd gotten back outside of solitary those alliances had to be reformed, I lay there glowering at the other prisoners wanting to be left alone. Several came toward me, I knew what they wanted. If they could kill me they could take everything, which was nothing that I had, just the remainder of the shreds of clothes on my back and my boots. My boots were the prize. I tried to stand but failed miserably as they approached. My life flashed before my eyes just as the Romulan came to me and yelled, "Leave him be, he's mine." Imagine that a Romulan assisting a Human. He pulled me up, helped me to stand and nearly carried me to his little slice of hell in the general population.His name was S'tarn and he nursed me back to health and in doing so we'd become friends and allies. With his help I became stronger and able to fend for myself reforming certain alliances and over time we plotted our escape and I planned my revenge on Talon. S'tarn's people on the outside were coming for him; we'd just have to be vigilant for that day he'd told me. It wasn't long after I'd recovered from the latest beating that we were able to liberate ourselves from the camp and I had done what I promised myself I'd do before I left. I killed that son of a bitch.Liberated from one prison to what seemed another in my mind.  I became a slave, albeit more willing, of sorts but this time to a Romulan female who believed me to be William Riker and if that was my way to survive I would continue to let her believe that was who I was until I could take my leave of the Romulans without the aid of anyone from Starfleet. Starfleet never came they never would, nor would my own kin.Once I had escaped the Romulans I fled and made my way back to Federation space. But the scars the cover my body they will never heal they will forever be a reminder of who I am and am not.  And I'm beginning to wonder about the scars in my mind, will they ever heal. I think not. I shall keep them locked away and use them for food to fuel my anger when the need arises yet again. But I am still Thomas Riker a man not just a genetic mutation.Personal Logs Thomas Riker Stardate 2395.67While there on Cardassia I'd lost all track of my time spent there, not that a guard or a scientist wouldn't have taken a certain cruel pleasure in telling me, I just didn't care much. Veress was the chief scientist there and he had a deep hatred for humans. He liked to tell me that slowly in Cardassian and as a Maquis I had learned that language all too well and as a prisoner I knew it even better. He also would routinely tell me that they would eventually find out the truth about me, one way or another he would make certain of that and that the Federation would not be able to keep its secrets from the Cardassians.I remember the day Veress told me about the new scientist coming in. A very special scientist by the name of Duran Nol, one of Cardassia's leading authorities on genetics and how she would find out my secret even if she had to pull it out of me one molecule at a time. There weren't any comforts there in my cell and I'd sit curled up in a corner wondering, "What have I done? What have I done?" I asked myself that question as many times as there were stars in the sky, a sky I thought surely I may never have seen again. I had gone from one life of solitude to another and as clich� as it sounded I was split. The solider in me knew the risks were worth my beliefs but another part of me damned myself.Every day they would come for me and it would be one test or another. The guards were incessantly cruel and I had a feeling they enjoyed it. I was tired. The electromagnetic lock was released and I knew they were coming for me again. "Hello freak of science, you have a visitor." That's when I knew the new scientist had arrived but I refused to stand. The guard walked over to me and grabbed me, "Get up Human, it's time to test you some more." I met this Duran Nor she wasn't as cruel as the other scientists. For a time I actually thought she had a soul. That was the day I found out that I was only nine years old. I actually laughed, there I was a grown man in his 30's, but she was right, genetically I was only nine. She told me she'd only known me for a day but could look into my eyes and see a man, a person and that I was suffering because of a war. She was and will be the only Cardassian that I believe has a soul. But her say so alone wouldn't be enough to save me. Once they finished testing me they put me on a ship and took me away to Lazon II. 

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"~I was driving in the city of LA and exploring it. Above me was a F22. It was following me. I drove into a alley way to try to get away from the F22. It was a dead end. The F22 flew through the alley way. It begin to transform. He said his name was Starscream. He said he was the Leader of the decepticons. He said he was recruiting neutral bots. He asked me to join the decepticons. I transformed then said no and he blasted me with his null ray. Not even a warning. He just blasted me on my head. I transformed into my alt and try to speed away from him. He flew above me and stabbed me with his blade. It broke my transformation cog. So I wind up stuck in my alt mode.~ "

New set of rules starting NOW. 1. My profiles are to RP on not to just sit around. If you want to discuss storylines then that's what messages are fucking for. If you want to roleplay then that's what fucking COMMENTS are for. Do not sit there and expect me to roleplay in status comments because DUH that is not how I roleplay. I will NOT and I repeat WILL NOT Roleplay in status comments. Status's are how I express what my character feels and is doing. That doesn't mean fucking roleplay in them. There's a reason why there's a damn comment box so I suggest you use it. 2. In order for stuff to HAPPEN, it MUST be roleplayed out. It can't just be this is what's going to happen and poof it's done and over with. I will not allow it, it will be done the correct way. If not there's no damn point in even being here if roleplay isn't done the correct way. None of my profiles will be thrown into anything that is not roleplayed out. this shit is going back to the way it use to be dont like it then i suggest you delete yourselves off my profiles. 3. I will not take the fall for anyone else anymore, seems i've been doing that a lot lately and it's basically ruined roleplay for me. I'm tired of getting blamed for shit that I dont bring up but someone else does and I actually throw it out there because no one is willing to step up and face anyone when they have a problem. 4. Last but not least I will not Tolerate one liners. So do not test me with the one liners you will be instantly deleted. This goes for ALL of my profiles. I'm a writer and I appreciate it that if you want to rp with me then you step your damn game up and fucking write and not be boring.. think thats' about all Im gonna say for now. Dont like this shit then get the hell away from me, your not worth my time.

New set of rules starting NOW. 1. My profiles are to RP on not to just sit around. If you want to discuss storylines then that's what messages are fucking for. If you want to roleplay then that's what fucking COMMENTS are for. Do not sit there and expect me to roleplay in status comments because DUH that is not how I roleplay. I will NOT and I repeat WILL NOT Roleplay in status comments. Status's are how I express what my character feels and is doing. That doesn't mean fucking roleplay in them. There's a reason why there's a damn comment box so I suggest you use it. 2. In order for stuff to HAPPEN, it MUST be roleplayed out. It can't just be this is what's going to happen and poof it's done and over with. I will not allow it, it will be done the correct way. If not there's no damn point in even being here if roleplay isn't done the correct way. None of my profiles will be thrown into anything that is not roleplayed out. this shit is going back to the way it use to be dont like it then i suggest you delete yourselves off my profiles. 3. I will not take the fall for anyone else anymore, seems i've been doing that a lot lately and it's basically ruined roleplay for me. I'm tired of getting blamed for shit that I dont bring up but someone else does and I actually throw it out there because no one is willing to step up and face anyone when they have a problem. 4. Last but not least I will not Tolerate one liners. So do not test me with the one liners you will be instantly deleted. This goes for ALL of my profiles. I'm a writer and I appreciate it that if you want to rp with me then you step your damn game up and fucking write and not be boring.. think thats' about all Im gonna say for now. Dont like this shit then get the hell away from me, your not worth my time.

This is my family. We look pretty happy, don't we?This isn't a rant on how terrible my life was growing up; no. This is a story about how you can still change your life, no matter how far gone you are.Growing up, I never understood my parents. My mother left when I was only nine years old. Then, four years later, my dad left. I never could quite grasp the fact that these parents supposedly loved us, and then walked away and never looked back, never contacted us, never showed remorse for leaving. What kind of parents would do that? What kind of parents boast about their loving children, and then act like they never existed?You see, from that point on, I learned to depend on no one else, but I still held my family values quite high on my list of priorities. I learned that Ellie was the only person I could depend on other than myself, and she proved that to me every day. For heaven sake, she was sixteen when she had to raise me. That's not fair to her.The only other person I ever depended on was Morgan Grimes, but I think it was more him depending on me. Morgan got it. He didn't have to even speak for me to know he got it. When mom left, he sat with me and played games with me all night, trying to remind me that life doesn't always suck. He took me in on more than one occasion while Ellie was in school and I wasn't.This is my support system.Through them, I grew up to be the guy I am now.With or without parents.I learned through surviving on my own that I am my own family, and no one else. Morgan Grimes, Devon, Casey, Sarah...they're my family now. There's no changing that, no going back, there's no even questioning it. No, I don't doubt for a moment that these people would do anything to save me or Ellie...as they've proven time and again.This is the portrait of a happy family.Because we are happy.We're a family, with or without the people who left us.This is who we are.We will never have the education that we should have had or the mother and father that we wanted, but we will always have each other. In conclusion, these pictures are to remind us that we are happy, that we are still alive, that we lived though a lot of shit, and that in the end we are a family that loves each other... most of the time.

The Serinan Rebellion was drawing to a close at long last. Millions of lives had been lost even with the quick response of Imperial and Republic forces. Those deaths while unavoidable still caused those who'd survived to be laden down with guilt and grief. The very weight of the numerous deaths weighing heavily on their shoulders as they attempted to pick up the shattered peace that had become a common place since the Empire and Republic had agreed to work together instead of trying to undermine one another. Though some hard feelings were still harbored by both sides, they were largely overlooked allowing them to co-exist without bloodshed. It was yet another testament to the political prowess possessed by Kida and her Council of Advisers.The war hadn't taken them completely by surprise as the Senate's behavior had given the dissenting member's intentions away. Countless hours of negotiations failed, leaving Anakin and Kida with only one choice.... dissolving the Senate completely in order to consolidate their power in hopes of restoring peace quickly. After a short patrol in the outer rim sectors held by Imperial forces, Anakin asked Padme to act as his informer within the Senate. His goal was for her to be able to attract those of like mind who still remained loyal to the royal family, giving them a foundation for rebuilding later.Within three months she'd managed to safely lead the loyalists to a secure location hidden beneath the surface of Dantooine. It had once been a military base used by the Old Republic during the Clone War, then the Rebel forces during the war against Palpatine's forces. Though it had undergone a vast restoration it still maintained several tale tell signs of its original purpose. The underground facility had been rebuilt with comfort in mind for the civilian population, and function for the military forces stationed there to defend the planet should it fall under attack. The western section of the base was split into two sections, the larger portion being utilized as a hanger bay and a secondary repair hanger for damaged fighters. The smaller portion housed briefing rooms and offices for the higher ranking members of the four squadrons. The eastern two sections housed offices and living quarters for civilian personnel. The northern part of the base was off limits to civilians as it housed fuel, munitions and the emergency shield and power generators. The base's southern sector was open to all living there; housing, recreation, mess halls, and a few above ground observation areas.It was early in the morning when an urgent distress call was received by the Serinan forces. Piett glanced at the time, 01:00... He knew Anakin and Kida were still asleep, the thought of waking them was enough to make his blood run cold but he knew what would become of him if he didn't. Swallowing his fear he took a deep breath before keying in the access codes for his Emperor's private quarters. The Admiral knew he'd be safe as long as he didn't enter their sleeping quarters, provoking the Empress to attack due to sensing someone too close.]"R2, if you don't mind it's very important that I speak with them right away. We've...""What's so important that it can't wait a few hours, Firmus?"[He looked up to see Anakin leaning against the doorway with his arms folded across his chest. Piett hadn't expected him to wake up before R2 could pass on his request to speak with the Skywalkers. Feeling his fear growing again he finally found the courage to answer him after a few minutes.]"I'm sorry for disturbing you, mi'lord. We've received an urgent distress call from the Dantooine Base... it was initiated with Senator Amidala's personal encryption code. I thought you'd want to know sooner rather than later that the Rebel forces were already beginning to bombard the surface. According to the reports they have yet to land ground forces."[A low growl could be heard coming from the dark room behind Anakin, causing Piett's blood to run cold once again as he knew the Empress was awake and furious. Keeping his eyes on his Emperor he could imagine how concerned the man was for the safety of every life on Dantooine, especially the lives of his family members that were hiding there.]"Set a course for the base right away, maximum speed. We can't afford to lose that base.... and I won't allow them to endanger my family any longer."[Anakin could feel his anger seething, simmering under his skin as he gave Firmus the order to change course. He couldn't wait to see the end of this blasted war that had cost so many lives and caused those involved so much stress.Watching the Admiral leave his quarters he turned his attention to calming the rather dangerous levels of anger he felt assaulting him in repetitive waves from Kida. He'd already been lectured about how he needed to control her stress levels if he hoped to reverse the damage the war had caused to her health. Sighing heavily he returned to his place in bed, allowing the door to slide closed once again. Hesitating briefly to collect his own thoughts before addressing his furious wife.]"Calm down. Your anger isn't helping anyone, Kida. Remember what Arexia told us about pushing your stress tolerances past their limits. We all have our breaking points my love and your dangerously close to passing several of yours if your not careful."[ His voice remained soft. His words spoken so quietly that most people wouldn't notice he'd said a single word to them. He knew she would pick up on everything he said though as her sense of hearing surpassed that of any human, and most alien species Anakin had ever encountered.Listening as he spoke her growl began to fade into a heavy, strained sigh. She knew better than to push her luck when he was worried about her. On the rare occasion she did it usually ended with him keeping her under constant heavy sedation until he felt she'd learned her lesson.]  "I remember so you can stop reminding me so often. I know your worried about me, but that doesn't mean I'm going to back off so much I begin to ignore my duties."   [Within a matter of hours they'd reached Dantooine to provide reinforcements. Immediately upon arrival Anakin gave command over to Admiral Piett and headed to the hanger to join his squadron in preparation for launch. As he did so he glanced across the hanger with his usual smirk as he saw Kida preparing her squadron for launch as well. He knew with both of them launching the tide of this battle would shift in their favor... He didn't envy the Rebel forces once they joined the battle.]

[02:00, Anakin groaned as he'd barely managed to get more than two hours of sleep. He'd been lying awake for at least three or four hours now mulling over things, figuring out where he wanted to go from where he currently was in his life. He found his thoughts focusing mostly on those who meant the most to him, his angels as he called them. Sitting on the edge of his bed he rested his head in his hands sighing heavily. Seeing their faces as clearly he would if they were standing before him was torturing the elder Master. He kept trying to push the images out of his mind only to have them return moments later even more vividly and forcefully.Growing irritated he found himself torn from his thoughts by the sound of R2 screaming as he triggered Anakin's door. Rolling his eyes he knew something had to have gone wrong if his droid was trying this hard to get his attention.]"Calm down R2 you've got my attention."[Trying not to show his irritation he listened to R2's report silently cursing himself that he didn't think to keep the Executor operating under stealth as it entered Republic held space. He sighed heavily as he left his quarters to return to the bridge. His dark robe billowing behind him as he made his way through the corridors. Though he'd spent most of his life fighting wars and barking orders he never felt comfortable on the bridge of a ship.... it was too safe for his liking he decided. He much preferred being in the thick of the chaos, fighting instead of telling others how they should fight.Pausing a moment as he heard his commander step onto the bridge, Admiral Piett bowed his head slightly as he dismissed the Lieutenant he'd been speaking with in order to turn his attention to Anakin.]"So far they have made no move to attack us my lord. They've hailed us several times wishing to speak with you in order to verify your intentions. The Republic forces seem to be willing to stand down and allow us safe passage."[Folding his arms across his chest Anakin felt pensive after hearing his second in command's report. It was rare the Republic allowed Imperial vessels to cross their space without being hassled in some manor. Pacing silently as he considered his options for a moment he decided it was best for now to avoid anything that may provoke hostilities between the two fleets.]"Return their hail. If we can avoid hostilities by explaining our intentions so be it."

[Anakin had been missing from the galaxy for nearly twenty years, spending time in isolation focusing on himself. Though he'd withdrawn from the world around him he'd kept his eye on the day to day events of the Republic as well as the Imperial forces. Seeing disorder beginning to arise in both convinced him it was time to step in, making his presence known once again. Contacting his small fleet he alerted them to have his ship ready for his return as he wanted to set course for Coruscant immediately. Hoping to find a few of his former allies, hoping they hadn't given up on him. Gathering his belongings he quietly packed them as he tried to plan his first steps. He was aware that he was seen as a traitor by both the Republic for his actions during the final days of the Clone Wars, and the Empire for numerous transgressions against the various power holders over the years. Reflecting on his past caused a heavy sigh to escape his lips as he realized he was a wanted man by those he'd once proclaimed loyalty to. His thoughts also drifted to a family he'd long ago left behind; a daughter he'd walked away from in order to protect, a wife he'd given his heart to at a young age who'd stood by him through everything.]"Kida."[Speaking her name for the first time in twenty years brought a smile to his face. It was no secret that they'd endured hell together always looking to one another for strength. He'd helped her survive as a slave on Tatooine, together they'd helped one another reach Knighthood within the Jedi Order....]"And together we fell to the darkness within us. I wonder if she's still angry with me for leaving her behind?"[He asked himself aloud. Looking out his window at the night sky's of Tatooine he continued to muse about his life. Anakin secretly hoped that his decision to leave their Couruscant apartment all those years ago hadn't pushed her over the edge, causing her to give in to the rage within her. As it would cause her to return to her position as a Sith'ari known as Lady Nikita Vader. Lowering his head he could feel his guilt once again making itself known. Allowing himself to be consumed by his emotions for a few minutes he sighed heavily as he sat down on the edge of his bed. Resting his head in his hands he pushed his thoughts and emotions out of his mind, preventing them from clouding his intentions. Giving himself time to focus on meditating he felt his spirits begin to lift again, his guilt fleeing from him once more. His trademark smirk returned to his lips as he rose to his feet, grabbing his belongings as he left the small house that had belonged to his mother when he was a child. Approaching his fighter he heard R2 begin to question where they were going, he didn't respond immediately as he worked to secure his belongings within the tight confines of his Delta.]"We're leaving to rejoin the fleet. They're planning on jumping to Coruscant as soon as we're on board, R2. I think we've been hiding long enough."[Listening to his friend's protests he shook his head in disbelief. He could understand R2 being worried about capture but Anakin wasn't afraid of that. He'd spent most of his life fighting for one cause or another, he wasn't going to allow fear to stand in his way now.Finishing securing his things as well as running pre-flight checks Anakin strapped himself in, gunning the throttles as he was eager to reach the Executor before dawn. He felt it was time for him to leave his childhood home for the last time, never to return again unless to aide it in times of war. It took him little time to reach Tatooine's gravity well, ignoring the local flight control as he flew through it without clearance. Within a few moments he saw the massive destroyer looming over him as he cut the engines of his fighter just before entering the hanger only pulsing them to soften his landing.Once he was on board he freed himself from his fighter, quickly making his way to the bridge. He didn't plan on staying there long, as his second in command was more than capable of handling things without his presence to keep the rest of the crew in line. Anakin only wanted to make sure things were in order before he retired to his quarters. As his second noticed him enter the bridge he bowed slightly in greeting before reporting that all ships were ready to depart as ordered. Content to hear that things were on schedule Anakin left Admiral Piett in charge with orders not to disturb him unless the fleet was attacked or they reached their destination.Spending several hours alone in his quarters he allowed himself to get lost in meditation. His mind open completely to the Force, allowing it to roam where ever its will wished it to go. For the first time in years he felt himself at peace with much of his past, though he knew he still had plenty to answer for.] At least I'll never have to answer for the crimes I committed against Palpatine. I hope to never cross paths with him or his allies again.[He took comfort in the thought that his former Master had met his end, though he wished he could have made him suffer just as he had because of Palpatine's lies. Shaking the thought from his mind he reminded himself that a Jedi didn't focus on revenge, they worked hard to forgive those around them instead. As he slipped deeper into his meditation he could feel something nagging at him, an unseen threat that had yet to present itself to him. Focusing on it he hoped to discover what it was in order to be prepared to face it when the time came. Taking a deep breath he continued to narrow his focus only to see the Dark Side clouding everything. Releasing his breath slowly he drew himself out of meditation, sensing his ship making the reversion to sub-lights over the massive city planet. Calling his hilt to his outstretched left hand he regained his feet, clipping it to its proper place on his belt. Anakin didn't bother informing R2 he was planning on departing without him. Throwing his robe on as he approached the lifts that would take him to his fighter he did his best to push his worries aside knowing it wouldn't do any good to focus on something he couldn't pinpoint. Smirking as Obi-Wan's voice echoed in his head reminding him of an old lesson; your thoughts in the end make your reality if you aren't careful. He couldn't help but shake his head and think that even without being next to his former Master it didn't save him from the many lectures of Obi-Wan.The lift slid open as he reached the hangers only to find that R2 had been one step ahead of him this time. As the droid was already waiting for him in the hanger.]

(ooc: Though my character is Anakin Skywalker, he isn't a cannon character. His bio will follow cannon to an extent but not fully as I reserve the right to write his history as I please to make him fit into the Story Line he is a part of.)Anakin Skywalker was born in 42 BBY to Shmi Skywalker and Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn on the outer rim world of Tatooine. From an early age he was forced to accept the fact that he was a slave and always would be... or so he thought.A few months after his third birthday he met a young girl who was owned by the Lars family. Anakin noticed how cruelly she was being treated and grew enraged, attacking the children that were bullying her. After driving them away he helped the girl to her feet, learning that she couldn't communicate with him vocally due to the differences in the languages they spoke. He simply smirked and helped her back to his home to wait out the impending sandstorm.After getting her inside he noticed the full extent of her injuries. Her clothing was torn from what he took to be frequent beatings and lashes with a whip of some kind, her arms, legs, face, and what he could see of her back and stomach were all badly bruised as well as bloody. Seeing this level of mistreatment wasn't uncommon for a slave on Tatooine, though it always caused his blood to boil when he came across it."It's ok I won't hurt you. I just want to clean up your wounds." Anakin kept his voice soft, not wanting to frighten her any more then she already was. He knew she couldn't understand him due to the difference in language, but he hoped she could understand his want to help her. He hoped his calmness would help her to relax as well, making his job a bit easier in the long run.Hearing him talking to her she turned her head a bit, mocking a dog that heard a strange noise. Though she didn't understand what he was saying, she calmed down a bit as she sensed that he had no intention of hurting her. She offered him a light smile, though she was unsure of what he was planning in regards to her. For the last year she'd gotten used to fearing men of any age as it wasn't uncommon for her owners to try to make money off her suffering. More than once she'd found herself threatened by Cliegg to be sent to the pleasure dens to work off the money he paid for her.Grabbing the first aide bag his mother kept in the 'fresher he raised her shirt in the back enough to start tending to her wounds. The disinfectant was cold causing her to jump. Anakin thinking he scared her wrapped his arms around her in hopes to calm her further. After a minute or two she realized he meant her no harm and relaxed into his arms. Smiling softly he let her go and continued to tend to her wounds. After finishing he let her lay down in his bed as he could tell she hadn't slept well in quite awhile. Staying nearby he kept a close eye on her as he had his suspicions that she'd more than likely need a great deal of care from him in order to make a full recovery before she had to return to the Lars family.Hearing that the girl he'd brought into their home was asleep his mother allowed him to have his dinner in his room. She could tell her son was already beginning to form a bond with the young girl. Neither of them knew she was a kidnapped Jedi Youngling. At first seeing her asleep in his bed he couldn't help but feel territorial even though he didn't want to feel the emotion, he couldn't deny that he did. As the suns set he fell asleep sitting against the wall. Before going to bed herself Shmi looked in on him again, laughing quietly when she saw him asleep on the floor. Laying a blanket over him she kissed his forehead lightly hoping not to wake him. Seeing that he was resting peacefully she left his room, turning in for the night.Anakin had only been asleep for a few hours before he heard whimpering coming from his bed. Waking up startled he noticed the young girl was having a nightmare. Quietly making his way to her side he gently shook her shoulder to wake her. Noticing his efforts to wake her she jumped in fear as she'd forgotten where she was. Offering her a reassuring glance he sat down behind her on his bed, wrapping his arms around her again in hopes of calming her. Leaning into his embrace she eventually calmed down enough she fell asleep against his chest. Though she was older than him he had a size advantage over her. A coy smirk curled his lips as he looked down at her, glad that she was once again sleeping peacefully. Without realizing it he too fell asleep, drawing comfort from knowing he was once again helping another.Waking before Anakin, Kida slipped out of his grasp careful not to disturb him. Glancing outside she noticed the suns had yet to rise, giving her the chance to spend some time alone. She knew it was a risk to be found outside while it was still dark as the Tusken Raiders could show up anywhere at any time. Unlike the natives of Tatooine she didn't fear the Tuskens as she'd encountered far worse in her home system. Quietly slipping out of the Skywalker's home she sighed heavily, her eyes cast upward toward the stars. The young girl's mind was full of doubts, something she knew would get her chastised had she been in the Temple still. None the less she couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't come for her yet, why they seemingly had abandoned her on this forsaken dustball of a planet. Did they even notice that she was missing?

Disclamer: I am not, nor will I ever be anyone you see in any of the pictures found on this page. I have never claimed to be them either. I merely use them to portray my character, nothing more nothing less. 1) I tend to be a para/multi-para/multi-parter RPer. I do sometimes one-line but usually only if I'm extremely tired, or my creativity is burnt out for the time being. Though I will warn you I will only tolerate those who refuse to learn to expand their RPing for so long... after that I will delete you from my friends list. 2) If and when I decide I would like to take someone on as my character's apprentice I expect that they will take the responsibilities of that title seriously and actually participate in any blog or SL I set up for them and/or us. 3) I take RP relationships seriously. If I choose to allow my character to get involved with someone then he belongs strictly to them until they decided to resolve their relationship. He will not stand for cheating from them nor will he cheat. *Also due to the SL I am a part of my character is involved in more than one relationship... Can't handle it? Then I'm not the one you want to role play with unless you can find a way to be open minded enough to that thought. 4) I'm well aware that my character is Anakin Skywalker, though I don't have him follow cannon Star Wars history too closely. He is apart of a major SL and as such his biography will reflect that. If you have a problem with that tough... I don't want to hear it. 5) Do NOT auto Anakin as he does have a temper and an ego that he's not afraid to set lose on you should he need to. You auto him and I will allow him to auto you to death quite literally as I can't stand it. 6)  Do NOT God-mode me or I will allow you to see his temper and ego as well.  7) Do NOT puppeteer my character as I am the only one who can control him in anyway. I reserve that right as I play him as I will, as he has been created to fit the SL I am apart of. 8) Kill my character without my permission and find out how quickly I laugh at you, chew you out, and block you. 9) I don't like using the 18/24/48/72 hour restrictions on returning blog posts or comments when it comes to fighting or sparring. They bug the hell out of me as I sometimes can't comply with it do to having some form of a life outside of the grand world of SWRP.10) If for some reason we are RPing and I become slow on responding it isn't due to rudeness or ignoring you. I more then likely am away from my computer, not on at all, busy with my RL issues, or various other reasons. Give me two weeks to respond to you without being plagued by those dreaded messages asking me repeatedly why I'm not responding. If I haven't replied by the end of that time message me to remind me as I might have forgotten about whatever we were doing due to balancing to many SLs/RPs at once, or have misplaced your last reply. I promise not to be an ass as long as the reminders aren't flooding my inbox in unreasonable numbers every day.11) I do edit photos for people from time to time. If you want me to edit something for you don't be afraid to ask me politely. I only ask that you send me or give me a way to get to the original image, credit me in some way I'm not picky as to how, and don't abuse the privilege or I might grow irritated with your requests. Some things I can do edit wise and some things I can't. Depending on what your wanting I'll do it if I can, if not I'll tell you to find someone more skilled with photo edits. 12) If something takes place in a RP or SL with me or someone involved in the major faction/character SL that I'm a part of that you don't understand don't be afraid to message me for clarification on it. I don't usually bite people's heads off for that as long as they don't get rude with  me about it. I try to remind people, two can play the rude game and I'm not one you wish to provoke when it comes to that. 13) I can sometimes come off as an ass about things, but when you get to know me you'll learn that I'm also very reasonable. There are just some things that I won't tolerate or compromise on. Yes I am an ass I'll admit it but only for good reason. It's never just for the sake of being that jerk no one can stand as I'm also the type that is approachable and a good friend it just depends on how people act toward me as to what side of me they see more of. I will add to this as I think of new things. If you should ever see a rule on here you don't like tough deal with it. I reserve the right to play my character as I see fit plus I've been in SWRP for over ten years now with various profiles... I believe that gives me the right to be a bit pushy or bitchy when it comes to my rules and nipping drama in the ass.

This is a role playing profile. I am not Emily Harper. I role play within Ancient Times/Hercules/Xenaverse only. My character is a custom character that was created in 2007 on MySpace. So do not copy me! As my character is custom, do not try and link her to yours in anyway, as her family has already been established.         I'll write one line to multi-Para. I can novella but don't expect quick replies on those.          Messages are for OOC, Comments are for IC.         I don't need to discuss SL's ahead of time, but I prefer to if you want to do anything big, (IE: kidnap my character or anything like that) Do not involve me in another storyline without my permission, such as saying that my character will go somewhere or do something, or that you will do something to me. It's just wrong. I wouldn't do it to you, so don't do it to me.        In that same vein, no cheating. This means Godmoding: Killing, maiming, kidnapping, and/or harming without my permission. Automoving: moving my character, making her do something or go somewhere. It's my character; I can do it just fine on my own.       My character is a goddess, which means that she was born with powers. She's not going to use them inappropriately, so please do not include something like that in a storyline, as that is considered godmoding or automoving, depending on how you use them.         No OOC drama of any kind. I won't put up with it. I'll just delete you.        Please do not add me if you do not want to play. I keep a very small friend's list, and if you add me and say nothing within two weeks, you will be deleted.         Mature Content: Oh yeah! Alexandra  is a young girl  with a very attractive husband, so yes, she does indulge in mature content quite regularly. But the point is, is that she is MARRIED! She will not cheat on her husband, nor will she tolerate anyone trying to get her to do so.         I won't add lookalikes because that's just weird.         And I won't add other Aphrodite's. I have a mother, she's the only one I need.         I don't do W4W or PC4PC. Don't ask for it.  That's it for now but if I decide to add more, they will be updated whenever I see fit. If you break these rules, you will be deleted. Or I might send Callisto: Vengeful Goddess after you. She's quite fond of me. Oh, and I did steal these rules, get over it.