DuoMax

I'll come, but I need a date..*looks around*

[color=red]I find it highly disturbing that someone would allow their child to have a physical representation of a object designed [b]solely to kill people.[/b] I'm all for banning toy guns. They should be banned, along with fake weapons of any kind, swords, etc. They perpetuate the idea that violence is something that is perfectly alright. Kids get conflicting messages: "Don't punch your sister!" "Here's a fake weapon. Go pretend to kill people"(please note that parents don't actually say that..I apologise for corniness) that's my rant.[/color]

umm..when is this starting?

I'd say either [i]Tank[/i] from Cowboy Bebop, or [i]Freckles[/i] from Ruroni Kenshin

[color=red][i] Saraneth propped himself against a tree, his wings folded. He watched Dango feverishly working on the wolf. "It's no use, he'll be probably be dead by morning!" [/color][color=blue]"No, he won't!"[/color][color=red]Saraneth sighd and shook his head. Mortals. They consider every little life important..if only they knew....[/i][/color]

[color=red][i]"I was traveling with Orien," he winces "This guy came out of nowhere, suckerpunched me...Orien recognized him, I think.They had this giant magical battle, and it took my best to keep up. Orien ran off, and I decided to step in and protect his back...it worked, sorta..." He winces again as he shifts his wings. "Guy gave me a beating like I haven't felt since the War in Heaven...He's powerful. At least powerful enough to beat me one-on-one.." He tryed to stand, using his sword to support himself, but falls back."D***, fight took more out of me than I thought...Can't even change to human form" Saraneth tryed once more to get to his, feet, this time helped by Val. He managed to stand up, leaning heavily on his sword and Val. "I seriously need to find someplace where I can hang around without powerful Demons and my friends old enimies trying to kill me..." He chuckled slightly at his own joke, and winced. "That's a couple of broken ribs.."[/color][/i]

I do.hee hee..my cleric is s far 12th level and has vanquished: too many orcs to count, a lich, 3 dragons, drow, a hydra, goblins, numerus demons, and the undead. It's quite fun. Unfourtunately, my DM is away at college in Southern California, while I'm stuck up in Northern California :bawl:

Well, in my opinion, you should not fight for something, but [b][i]stand[/b][/i] for something. Fighting brings pain, suffering,l and death.

Hell yeah! Being a saytr is way more fun that being a high schooler :) as is being a cleric who can call down divine fire.

a crumpled and battered form slams into the ground nearby. Saraneth stuggles to his feet, leaning on his sword. His armor is dented, his wings torn, and he is cut and bruised on his face. "Dimtri, Val, Orien...how delightful to see you again...." His voice trails off as he collapses into a heap.

[color=red] If this all we get, are we gonna start soon?[/color]

Character I want to join! [b]Name:[/b]Mikhail Sergei Gallitinov [b]Age:[/b]20 [b]Description[/b] A tall young man at 5'11", his unruly black hair often gets in his eyes, which are a remarkable shade of emerald green. He has a well defined physique, but is not overly muscular [b]Charactor Info[/b] Born in russia, he later moved to Japan, and than America. He met Yusekei and kept up a semi-penpal relationship. He was thrilled when he was invited to join him in Hawaii for a vacation. He is a happ-go-lucky person who loves to play practical jokes, and alway enjoys laugh, even if it's on him.

This should be fun...hee hee... Name:Hawkmon Level:Rookie Atacks:Buzzsaw, Beak Pecking, Hawk Beak Digivolutions: Aquilamon (Champ) Sylphimon(w/Gatomon) Personality: Polite, calm, Compose

John smirked. that Kyle kid was good. He followed Kyle's example, climbing to the lip of the hol, he pulled himself over, avoiding a kick from the instructor. He tpulled his blt off of his uniform. "Kyle, give me your belt, you too Ren." "What?" "Just give me the d*** belts!" Confused, kyle and Ren handed their belts to John, who quickly made an impromptu rope, whihc he lowered into the hole to began hauling other students out. As he helped the first person to bgrab onto the rope out, he had an idea. He pulled out his poccket knife and dropped it into someone's hands. "Use that to make hand and foot holds!" John smirked again. They'd be out in no time.

Ahhhh! I loved that series. First Anime I saw, and I can't remember anything about it!*sobs*

[b]Name:[/b] Motokazu Omi [b]Age:[/b]27 [b]Desciption:[/b]He is an imposing figure, even at his hight of 5'7". His lack of stature often causes him to be underestimated. He has jet black hair and gren eyes. He is normally wearing the black uniform of the [i]ninja[/i] or a simple [i]kimono[/i]. [b]Bio:[/b] Omi was taught at the Kamaso School and has now returned from several succesful years of [i]ninja[/i] work to teach there. [b]Subject Taught:[/b]Stealth and Infiltration

OOC; Dimtri, you're just so arrogant and what not..I LOVE it... John watched Clark as he walked towards his next class. Damn, but that teacher was arrogant. He held a pretty damn high opinion of himself, and that pissed John off. Arrogant people always did. John was goin to make sure that Clark got wittled down to size...

[b]Name:[/b] John Grey [b]Age:[/b]23 [b]Appearence:[/b] about 5'11", he dresses in the uniform of a security guard, and usually has a bright smile on his face. (well not at the current situation, but you know what I mean) He is in fairly good physical condition. [b]Unit:[/b] Security Guard [b]Weaopns:[/b] Glock 9mm [b]Bio:[/b]a high school drop out, John joined the military, was dishonorably discharged for stealing an officer's vehicle and taking it on a joyride. He puttered around for a few years, before seeing an add for ex-military personnel being needed at a science facility. He applied and got the job.

[color=red]I look forward to it, Giest...Would Midvalley and Vash be friends or enimies in this RP? I'm not sure..[/color]

John stood at ease, hand clasped behind his back, as he watched Colonel Clark give another kid a dressing down for his hair, and send him off to the barber. John looked over the Colonel. It was apparent that he was in expert physical condition and wouldn't be takin **** from anyone. John smirked. This teacher was going to definetly be tough on every one.

John Grey wiped the slight sheen of sweat from his brow with his towel as he walked off the running track. He had just run a mile in 4 1/2 minutes. His best time yet. He sat down, placing hs towel around his neck, and drank from his canteen. He looked around at the school. "I think I'm going to like this place..."

[color=red]here we go... [b]Name:[/b]Vash the Stampede, AKA the Humanoid Typhoon [b]Anime From:[/b] Trigun [b]Special Powers:[/b]Amazing Speed and agility, Angel Arm (doesn't like to use it) [b]Weapons:[/b]His revolover, machine gun hidden in mechanical left arm [b]Desciption:[/b] [img]http://bishounen.info/vash/vash1.jpg[/img] [/color]

++Elsewhere++ The sound of a magical blast fills the air and Saraneth is thrown back against a tree, his sword clattering to the ground, his wings ripped and torn. Saraneth picks up his sword and looks back at the figure who has been harrying him for days, his eyes glowing blood red with rage. He lunged forward, his sword aimed for his opponets neck. Saraneth gasps in shock as his sword hits empty air, and there is a swishing sound behind him He begins to turn as another blast hits him, hurling him through the air. Saraneth flaps his wings and begins to take to the air, praying that he's given Orien enough time to escape. As he begins to pick up speed, he looks back at the mysterious figure, who is standing and laughing amid the destruction that has been caused by their running battle.

[b]name:[/b] John Grey [b]age:[/b] 16 [b]Bio/Personality:[/b]A rather serious (and sarcastic) teen who actually [i]wanted[/i] to go to Military School. His family has a long tradition of military service dating back to the War of 1812 [b]Addressed as:[/b]John, or Grey

It's happened all right, they just erase the memory from our minds and say it was a natural disaster or 200 car pile up or something...*Looks around nervously* They're coming for me...