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[b]Name:[/b]Verdan St. Claire [b]Age:[/b]19 [b]Species[/b]Fox [b]Description[/b]He looks like a regular member of his species, with red fur, and a white belly. He does, however have part of one ear missing. He wears a dark blue tunic, with a long, black hooded cloak. Several earrings dangle from his left ear, while his right is missing a chunk. At his side, usually hidden under the cloak, is a longsword. [b]Bio:[/b]Verdan was born on a ship, during a storm. His parents were both dead within a few seasons of his birth. He grew up on the ship, learning how to sail and fight. He managed to raise through the ranks to become captain. Then his ship ran aground near Salamandastron and all Hell broke loose. After a prolonged fight with a particuarly, tenacious hare, he was forced to flee inland. In that fight, he lost part of his ear. Despite being a vermin, he believes very strongly in honor.

[color=blue] I am so in... [b]Name:[/b] Aldric Quicksilver [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 24 [b]Affilation:[/b] GP [b]Rank:[/b] Detective-First Class [b]Weapons:[/b]Energy Handgun, Energy Dagger [b]Powers:[/b] None to speak of. He lives off of 'is wits he does! [b]Vehicle:[/b] custom-made police car. This thing is FAST. The engine is turbocharged, and it's got a little siren to put on top. Yay! [b]Appearance:[/b] He stands at 5'10", with dark skin and black hair. His eyes are a very bright green, but he usually covers them with sunglasses. He is usually dressed in a leather jacket, jeans and a button up shirt. When he absolutely [i]has[/i] to he wears his GP uniform. [b]History:[/b] Even as a young boy, it was his dream to be a member of the GP. Despite that, he realized he would probably never make it and made a living in mechanics for a while. He finally got tired of that, and went to apply. To his own amazement, he got in. Unfourtunately, after an incident involving a squad car, a motorcade, and a high-speed chase, he was reassigned to Squad 372.[/color]

[color=blue][b]Name:[/b]James Forrest [b]Age:[/b]26 [b]Weight:[/b]160 [b]Height:[/b]5'10" [b]Species:[/b]Terran [b]Unit:[/b]Marine [b]Class:[/b]UED [b]Weapon:[/b]Gauss Rifle [b]Appearance:[/b] A average sized young man, withblond hair and icy blue eyes. He is usually dressed in the uniform of a UED captain, but in battle he wears the standard marine armor. [b]Bio:[/b] As a young man, he joined the marines, hoping for a better career. He managed to work his way up through the ranks, proving himself a capable officer. He was selected for the UEd expedition to Confederate space, and has been fighting there ever since.[/color]

[color=green]Why so many elves? Pointy-eared gits! [b]Name :[/b]Jonal Kiree [b]Race :[/b]Human [b]Gender :[/b]Male [b]Class :[/b]Warrior (Knight) [b]Appearance :[/b]A fair-haired young man, he stands at 6'0". He is an imposing figure, and is usually dressed in armor, and carries a shield and sword. [b]Weapon :[/b]A family hierloom, the sword he carries is a magical weapon, echanted for use against the undead. [b]Background Story:[/b]The son of a knight-templar, he watched his father march of to fight in the first war, never to return. Since then he has grown, and trained in the arts of war, striving to become a knight like his father. During the third war, he achieved his goal, and now leads a small unit of Stormwind knights in an effort to defend their land. In an effort to complement his fighting skills, he has learned some magic that will prove useful in the fight against the undead.[/color]

[color=green]James started at the boys reply. Did he really want to become one of those...one of those...things? He looked at the boy and replied. "I...I don't know. I never thought about like that. After a vampyre killed my family, I just wanted to wipe them off the face of the earth...I never really thought about becoming one. I always thought I'd die fighting them." James shuddered, realizing that he had actually thought he was going to die fighting one of these days. And, now that he thought about it he could hear an insistent voice at the back of his mind. A small voice, but one that had been there for a long time. He had just never realized it. It was whispering to him of immortality and eternal life. To never die, and be stronger and faster then any mortal.Hegavean almost imperciptible shudder this voice scared him, but now that he had heard it, he begin to think on it. Perhaps the voice was right. Perhaps it would be easier to simply give in... He looked backat Vale. "Vale, I'll talk to Cassandra when she gets back about...the change...perhaps you're right about me...." He looks deep in thought, and falls silent.[/color]

Ah! I started watching the series, but I haven't finished it yet. It's a really great series so far. I absolutely love it, and I'm looking forward to finsishing it.

[color=green]James sighed. He had dedicated his life to hunting these things, and now he was sitting in the same room as one...And he hadn't liked the way Cassandra had said "Certain things". He turned to Vale. "So, you're a newly born Vampyre?" "Uh...yeah" He snorted. Another one turned. It seemed like the entire world was being over run with the things. "Vale, may I ask you something?" "Sure, I guess." "What does it feel like to be a vampyre? What does it feel like to change?" He looked at Vale, examining him. He looked like any other human...Except for the pale skin. He waited for Vale's reply, wondering who had forced him to "drink"...Whatever that meant.[/color]

Although the UN is becoming very bearucratic, and needlessly tangled, its the best thing we have so far for a world gov't. And yes, the two bombings were a coincidence. Tha's like saying "Well, this guy was murdered in this city, and another guy was murdered in another city. Must be the same group/guy"

[color=green]James drew in a deep breath, breathing in more of Cassandra's perfume. He was beyond thinking about monsters that stalked the night. He leaned down again, and kissed Cassandra. "If this is a dream," he thought, "I don't want to wake up." James' entire being cryed out for Cassandra. He had never felt like this before, towards anyone.[/color]

[color=green]Good luck. Hope you make it in![/color]

I had a lot of confusion over my own religion for awhile. I bounced all over the place. One day, however, I was in Church (I went to a Catholic school) I felt an incredible feeling of peace. So I ended up a Christian. Anyway, that's just me. Your religion is your own choice. DOn't let others tell you what the proper idea is. Go with your gut feeling. As for your parents...I'm not sure. This thing never really happened to me. Good luck with 'em.

[color=green]James laughed. This pilot was pathetic. It would be too easy to kill him. He cycled up is autocannons, and fired, autocannone shells whizzing theough the air. Several explosions rocked the area around Clyde's mech. James fired another missle, and sidestpped, taking cover behind a large metal fire door.[/color]

[color=green]His voice caught in his throat as he looked at her...she was so beautiful, so exquiste. He looked into her eyes, captivated by their beauty. "I...I..." He slowly leaned forward, not exactly sure what he was going to do. His lips brushed hers, and then he kissed her. After a few seconds, he pulled back, his face bright red. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." He looked very embarrassed, but still had that look of wonder and love to his eyes.[/color]

[color=green]James was fiddling with his mech, cursing under his breath. That punk had nailed him with an electric shock, but luckily, he could fix it. He crossed a few wires. Nothing. He sighed. This could take awhile. And the damned rebels were escaping! He said a silent prayer and crossed two more wires. There was a faint whine, and the mech started to power up. "Yes!" James brought his systems online, and began scanning. He was going to find them and destroy their pathetic mechs.[/color]

[color=green]How could he have ever thought of Cassandra as an evil thing to be destroyed? She was a beautiful, young woman, not some, evil twisted creature! He shook his head slightly, and asked, "What's that smell? It's so...amazing..." He began to relax, letting his guard down. The sofa was comftorable, and he sat back, closing his eyes. Everything was right with the world, as far as he was concerned.[/color]

OOC:HUD stands for Heads Up Display. basically gives me target info, etc. without me having to look at the control panel and getting shot. It's on the inside, not outside, so don't worry about it. [color=green]IC: "Die you rebel scum!" James screamed as his autocannons blazed, sending deadly projectiles at the enemy mechs. TARGET LOCK ACHEIVED blinked on his HUD, and he squeezed the firing button, sending two missles after the blue mech. He dodged back behind cover and waited, hoping for an explosion.[/color]

[color=green]A green mech slowly walked through the dark, ill lit corridors. Sparks flew from a nearby power condiut that had been blown open The pilot, James Forrest, looked around, his HUD brightly lit. "Where the hell are you damn rebels?" he muttered. He had been searching the ship for awhile and had found nothing He had heard distance sounds of fighting, but had found nothing. Suddenly, he heard something up ahead. Emerging into a room, he saw two mechs, and a person riding on top of one. He switched on his external speakers. "Identify yourselves, or be destroyed!" He started to cycle the autocannons, the low whine building.[/color]

Am I dreaming? There are other Furrys on Otakuboards? Hoozah! I've been one for about a year. I tried getting furcadia..but thanks to my 56k connection, I lag like crazy. Luckily I'm getting broadband, so no more lag!

[color=green]James looked around again, noting the room, wondering how she kept it this spotless. He returned his gaze to Cassandra. He tok a sip of wine before beginning his questions. "Where did you, and the others of your kind first come from? And why do you need blood to survive?" He sat back, and sippped his wine again, still slightly uncomftorbale talking to...to this [i]thing[/i]. It just felt slightly unerving...and yet, she was beautiful. He gave a slight shake of his head again. He can't give in. They must be destroyed, all of them! For the sake of mankind. He looked up at her again, hoping for a reply.[/color]

[b]Name:[/b]James Forrest [b]Age:[/b]24 [b]Description:[/b]About 5'11", and in his mid-twenties, he wears his dark hair in a ponytail, contrary to Military specifications. He usually wears jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket He is friendly, but will do anything to prosecute those he sees as wrongdoers. [b]Side:[/b]LE [b]Mech:[/b]Virtue [b]Weaponry:[/b]Dual autocannons mounted on each arm, pulse laser on left shoulder, missle pod on right shoulder. [b]Mech Description:[/b]It stands at fifteen feet, with a lot of weapons. :D It's legs look more suited to slow movement then speed, and the cockpit rides high on the torso. [b]You favor:[/b]B. Power

[color=green]James had to stop himelf for going for the stake under his jacket. He looked Cassandra over again. If she was telling the truth, she could probably kill him with out breaking a sweat. He nodded once. "Very well. I will accompany you, Miss Pyrin, seeing as I have no place to stay." As he stood to walk out with her, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was... [i]"Snap out of it James! That's what she wants you to think...she'll kill you evantually. You can only trust her so far."[/i] He shook his head, and walked outside with Cassandra, wondering what he had gotten himself into this time...[/color]

[color=green]James silently walked down the street, the light from the gas lamps making pools of light. He was wary, as he always was at night. He was always watching. Waiting. He would find them. The Vampyres. And make them pay for what they did to his family. He opened the door to a small pub, and walked in, needing a drink to get his mind off things. He sat down, and ordered something to drink, mulling over everything. He had to find one...but how?[/color] OOC:Feel free to move in on this guy.

[color=green][i]James walked down the street. He glanced up at the lit streetlamps. He shook his head. They were out there...Vampyres. They had destroyed his family, and now he was going to hunt them all down and destroy them. Every last one of them. He turned a corner, and continued walking, mulling over his own thoughts, wondering if he could destroy them. If the old legends were true, he could, but he wasn't one to hold much stock in legends....[/i][/color] OOC: I'll be back in a week, so no one mess with him.

[b]Real Name:[/b] James Forrest [b]Age:[/b] 23 [b]Delta Name:[/b] Tycho Orian [b]Delta Age:[/b] 24 [b]Team Name:[/b] Sigma Fi Omega [b]Class:[/b] White Night [b]Player Rank:[/b] [b]Weapon:[/b] Longsword [b]Personality:[/b] A optimistic guy. He's usually silent, but when he talks he either has something good to say, or a joke to crack. Despite his look of being gruff, and not very friendly, he is very frindly. [b]Picture:[/b] Can't et it to work! Arghh! It's the second guy of Sigma Fi Omega. The big one with brown hair, and red outfit.

Note: I'm leaving on vactation tomorrow for about a week, so I'll be able to post an intro for my character, and then I'll be gone. Don't worry though..James will be there evantually..*evil laugh*