Ooc; Starting this now, guys. Det gave me permission. xD

Bic;

Riley wove her way through the dense trees of the woodland area of the Arena. Her footsteps were muffled by the shadows that swirled around her and her dark black wings shuffled on her back. Her black eyes scanned the forest, each speck of movement clear to her penetrating gaze. She walked on in the forest, stretching out her senses and seeming to taste the energy of the forest.

When she broke through the forrest, she made it to a small encampent. It resided just underneath a large rock outcropping and she could faintly hear a shuffling of feet from inside. Her eyes flickered once, the charcoal black pupils being swallowed by crimson red as her night vision kicked in. She could see the young boy moving around in the cave and she let her tense muscles relax slightly; not all the way, though. Ever since her seventh kill, the spider boy, she always kept tabs on the movements around her and never let her guard down.

She was an absolute killing maching and just the thought of Dustin in that cave, warm blood pumping through his veins that could easily splatter against the walls with one of her shadow knives. No, she thought as she shook her head, whisking away the malevolant images as she did so. She had a purpose, always had after that first kill. Yet, she always seemed to fail when it came to withstanding the effects of the drug.

"Hazard, you there?" Dustin asked as he poked his head through the cave. He squinted into the darkness and Riley let the shadows provide a veil over her. She walked up to the boy and when she was a breath away from his face, released the shadow covering. He stumbled backward, but kept his scream silent, knowing they would get found in a flash if he released the noise.

"And that's how you get killed," murmured Riley as she rolled her eyes. She whisked past Dustin and sauntered into the cave. Her black boots hit the floor with loud cracks, but the noise was muffled outside. Of course the boots restricted some speed from her which was a major disadvantage, but she wasn't going to lose herself to being a monster. Besides, she liked the look of the biker boots.

"Why do you always have to scare the crap out of me like that, Hazard?" Dustin complained as he walked into the cave. He settled down near the wall and Riley's black eyes flicked up at him. The way his muscles coiled when he stretched out and when he diverted his attention, she was already calculation hundreds of ways to jump him. Silently, but swiftly. Always silent. She was a hunter of the night, her vision capable of seeing as if it were plain daylight.

Dustin's gaze flicked back to her and he grimaced at the sight of her red eyes. "You know that freaks me out, right?" he said irritably. Riley bared her teeth at him in a snarl and grabbed a piece of dried meat from the ground. Dustin had probably cooked it while she had been out...hunting.

"Does it look like I care?" she said in response as she slid the meat down her gullet. Rabbit meat; she recognized the taste of borage and other leaves in it. She slid back against the wall of the cave and pointed to the cave entrance. Shadows seeped from the walls around her and covered the entrance to the cave. "Nighty night," she muttered before she curled up on her side. Tomorrow, they would go scouting again and find another place to stay. Hopefully, they wouldn't meet up with any other contestants; not before she could control the bloodlust. After eighty-seven kills, it was getting harder.

Riley fell asleep to the sound of Dustin's breathing, her frenzied mind lost in ways to kill him and silence the noise. She wanted his blood to wash around her, smatter her clothes, and fill her nose with its scent. The murdurer inside of her wanted to end his life. Riley wasn't having anymore of it.

Cassandra lay back in the sand, spread-eagled and motionless as she waited. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for, but she knew it was coming. Digging her toes into the gritty earth Cassandra let out a sigh as cool water washed over her feet, brushing away the soil. A few seconds it came again, keeping the same steady pace it had since she'd arrived at the beach. Reaching upwards with one hand she shaded her eyes as she blinked them open, electric blue orbs flicking around her uncertainly. Lowering her hand Cassandra sighed and settled back down to wait again. Then, there was a rustle from the bushes.

Instantly on alert Cassandra cleanly grasped the edges of her power, sensing whatever metals the intruder wore. Luckily they had on an old iron belt. Perfect. Waiting for them to come near Cassandra tapped her fingers impatiently, a growing urge sitting heavy in her belly. It had been a while since she had killed, and she could not deny the craving that egged her on incessently. Kill, kill, kill. That was all it wanted. And Cassandra would not give in.

Until now.

Sitting up Cassandra watched as the older boy moved across the open ground, heading straight for her with an unmistakable killing intent. The hunt was alight in his eyes, and she could sense it. Sucking in a deep breath Cassandra pushed herself to her feet, hands held in front of her placatingly.

"I don't want to hurt you," she whispered, though he heard anyways.

"Yes you do. And I want to hurt you," he replied with a growl, pausing and stamping his feet anxiously. "Are you going to fight?"

Cassandra knew he didn't mean the killing impulse. He was talking about actually fighting. She shook her head sadly and paused before replying.

"You know I will."

Lowering her hands she sent a quick barrage against the boy, testing his abilities. When he shifted out of vision and appeared a few feet closer she guessed he had teleportation. Luckily, that wouldn't be too difficult. The mind was faster than the eye, and Cassandra did not need to see to use her powers. Again she probed his defenses. When her opponent didn't move she struck, latching on to his belt with a self-generated magnetic forcefield. As he tried to teleport away she dragged him back, watching coolly as he cried out in pain.

"If you stop I might," she said, her voice louder and more compelling. Not that he listened. The kid tried to move again, only to collapse in a heap on the sand.

"What a waste," Cassandra muttered in disgust before letting the metal slip out of the belt, forming it into a small sharp rod. Without a backwards glance she turned away and stared at the dusky sky, ignoring the guttural shout as she manipulated her will on the offender one last time.

"And what's done is done." Mumbling to herself and rubbing her arms Cassandra began her long trek back to her campsite. It was nearly at the other end of the arena, not that it mattered. Cassandra rarely stayed in one place at a time. She drifted, following her visions as they came. 

A large telepathic man glares down at a small female in a purple shirt and jeans. She stares back, her eyes full of red anger and disgust. She leaps back in surprise as a jet of rocks suddenly comes at her with surprising speed. his eyes fix on her, he begins to talk and a voice comes into the girl's head, filling it with dark thoughts. I am going to kill you, just give up now, you have no powers. The voice says in what seems like a seductive voice.

The girl tries to shake it off, but the multitude of voices is throwing her off game. A stream nearby happens to be her lucky break and she throws a spear of ice at him, but not before he manages to slam a rock into the skin right over her vocal chords, smashing them inwards. She attempts to cry out, but no sounds come and she glares at him, her eyes narrow. She shifts into the black form of a tiger and runs at him with increased speed and precision.

The man keeps throwing rocks and dirt and sharps pieces of wood before his throat is finally ripped out. Blood pours everywhere and Avalia shifts back, not even bothering to look at him, she grabs his hand and feels his power flow into her. Suddenly, she can talk again, but not in the way expected, through her mind. She pushes the body away, the blood of the man still on her hands and body and face. She runs...

Avalia awoke with a start, breathing heavily and looking around for the danger that was nowhere to be found. she laughed silently at the thought of there being no danger. This was the arena, there was always danger. She could've been killed in her sleep, but luckily, the cave she was in, was far from where everybody was, having cleared out the 18 players who tried to move in near her. She liked the cave, it was in a nice secluded area with lots of water and food and fish.

Speaking of food, Avalia's thoughts now swam with reminders that she needed to eat. She leaped over the ice spears she had placed in front of the cave and quitely went about her buisness of catching fish. Her way was very different from others. All she had to do was freeze the ice long enough for them to die and then unfreeze it and grab the fish. She didn't freeze the entire lake, just where a nice looking salmon was. She snashed it up and brought it back to her cave. 

Crouching farther into the inards of the cave, she blocked it off where noone could see the steady stream of smoke from the fire. She slid a stick into the fish and cooked it over the fire. When she was finished, she tossed water over the fire and let the wall of ice a little ways away, down and pushed it back into the lake she had borrowed it from. she sat down to eat her food in the protection of a dead end cave...

((I'm so glad you started this again, Shadow! Is it okay if Ruka has five powers? I'll edit her powers into the bio once you answer that question.)) 

Arena Name: White Raven
Name: Suruka "Ruka" Mailee
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Looks:

Suruka has wavy white hair that goes down past her waist and stops just below her butt. She always has a rose in her hair. Her skin is a creamy pale color, but it is a shade darker than her hair. Ruka's eyes are a light grey color that has hints of blue. Her lips are full, and they are a rosy red color. She is thin, weighing in at around one hundred and ten pounds. She stands at around 5'4". Her outfit consists of a shirt like tle="Ruka's Shirt">this, and shorts like tle="Ruka's shorts.">this. Her feet are always bare.
Kills: Ninety One
Powers:
1. She can shapeshift into a white raven.(Given)
2. She can speak to, and understand, animals through a sort of... telepathic connection. (Absorbed)
3. She can manipulate plant matter. In other words, she can speed up the growth of plants, move roots, and the like.
4. She can create illusions. This power, however, makes her tired very quickly. It requres a great deal of energy, and it doesn't always go like she plans it. Basically, she could make a cave look like the walls were made up out of water, and she can make you feel like the ground is shaking. Get it?
5. Ruka can sort of... teleport. She can't go very far, only a mile at best, and she sometimes finds herself doing it without thinking.
Personality: Ruka stays silent most of the time. She likes to mess with people's heads, and she enjoys playing with her prey before killing it. However, deep inside, she is a bit lonely. She wants to be normal, but bloodlust tells her to forget about her friends and kill everyone. She can come off as a bit insane at first, but she's really a nice girl once you get to know her- if she doesn't kill you first...

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I is waiting for other people to post their introductions. So count this as a bump.

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http://www.rescreatu.com/forum/cat/games/rp/the-game-and-the-kill/~page/1/

There is the old thread incase you want to copy and paste something to this one.