Revelation

[size=1][color=#1874CD][B]?I?ll get the next assignment from the boss then,?[/B] she said, slowly starting to walk away. [B]?But get some rest, you?re not a machine.?[/B] With a smile, Quyen went back to reviewing the report she had in her hand, it seemed as though nothing came out right: the calculations were a bit off and on top of that, everything within the report seemed a bit confusing. Exasperated, Quyen flipped all of the pages back over and walked on, nearly running into Boris- one of her co-workers. He apologized quickly before walking off; she gave him a quick smile and walked away from the point of impact. Quyen slowed her pace down a bit and took small breathers on the way before passing by the elevator doors, which flooded out workers from its inner corridor. She gave small greetings to the people whom she passed by as she walked towards the office café and looked everyone over, as she always did, finding two young figures amongst the crowd of older workers. Quyen smirked to herself and walked on, hearing a small yelp as she did. From the way it sounded, it came from one of the younger people- interns, as she presumed- and it would?ve been the one with the excited posture and eyes, while the calmer of the two was pulling him away. Quyen had a gift for knowing what happened even when she wasn?t looking. All she had to do was listen and process it through her mind before registering it as an event. Finally she came to the café and placed the report on the table as she opened the lid of her coffee mug and added more coffee and more cream, all the while grabbing a poppy seed muffin from the refrigerator. With a content smile, Quyen grabbed her mug and slipped her report underneath her arm. Once at her cubicle, she leaned back in her chair and relaxed for a few moments. She had told Alex to rest a bit but never realized the tiresome work she had to endure at the same time. Closing her eyes, Quyen rested a bit but a soft whisper began to wake her up.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#1874CD]Walking out of the shower, Quyen was ready for another day. She had already laid out her clothes for work and a pot of coffee was brewing. Although everything in her life seemed repetitive, Quyen didn?t mind. Of course, it wouldn?t matter if there had been a bit of spontaneity in her life but nevertheless, she has come to love her life as it is, even if others find it dull. It was to be accepted when working at an office in the city. Nothing ever really happened in the city and no one expects anything to happen, they live their lives the way it is and are somewhat content with it. In the backseat of a taxi cab, Quyen was mindlessly tapping away on her laptop. She was sifting through e-mails, her bank account, and all other necessities which she deemed important. Quyen was that type of girl: all work and no play. She had been this way since coming to America. With pain in her neck, Quyen cracked her neck from left to right and looked out the window, only to find someone sitting next to a fire hydrant with his friend standing over him with crossed arms. Without helping it, Quyen began to laugh to herself. It caused the driver to look in his rear view mirror and ask, [B]?Laughing at the boys outside??[/B] She shook her head but in truth, it was what she was laughing at. [B]?Don?t worry ?bout it. Boys like them always do stupid things. Hell, I?d laugh once or twice too.?[/B] In the back of her mind, she was thinking the exact same thing. It would be nice to laugh once or twice at the office too, maybe even liven up the place.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#1874CD]Oh me, oh my. I'm quite amazed by the way you use movement, the way you describe it so well- truly a wonderful gift. It's quite uncanny how you portrayed Revelation, I mean the way you described her and her actions is a lot like me in reality...well except for putting a gun to someone's head. And you know, I've always wanted to try building a house of cards but it's never happened. Well, can't wait for the next chapter, Phil.[/size][/color]

[color=#1874CD]Welcome to the [B]OB Anthology[/B], [B]DamagedTime[/B]. It's nice to see a new face once in a while. However, I'm afraid there's a problem with this thread: there's no [B]Thread Rating[/B]! All threads are required to have a rating unless it is a discussion; any thread seen without a rating must be closed. For more information, please read: [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44313][B]OB Anthology Basics[/B][/URL]. Also please read: [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=48241][B]Constructive Criticism[/B][/URL]. It'll help with commenting on others' works. Now then, this is the ugly part... [B]THREAD CLOSED[/B].[/color]

[size=1][color=#1874CD]Looking once around the room, Tyler chuckled at the sight of grown men and women wondering what in the world they were supposed to do. He was, at heart, merely reminded of the past but he shook his head and put it aside. As Michael questioned Corey about the reasons of the mission, Tyler wondered about the database, the information, and that sort. It would be encrypted and quite difficult to find, on top of that such information was difficult to find even if it seemed it was right under their nose. Tyler pondered and pondered but, like always, put his thoughts aside and focused on the mission. He sighed and began cracking his knuckles while mumbling, [B]?I hate secrets.?[/B] If there was anything in the world he despised most when it came to work, it was being in the dark. He hated secrets for one reason and one reason alone: they get people killed. Corey was right to say that secrets get people killed. It didn?t matter who was involved, if there was a secret- big or small- people were bound to die. The employers would?ve probably gotten off with only an injury or two but those who were hired held the greatest damage, regardless of anything. Albeit it couldn?t be helped, it was part of the world they lived in. There was nothing he could do except, like Corey had said, fuck Latigo over. Finally in agreement with himself, and with the others, Tyler asked the question that everyone was probably asking themselves, [B]?So what?s the plan, Big Man??[/B][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#1874CD][indent][B]Name-[/B] Quyen Nguyen [B]Age-[/B] 32 [B]Gender-[/B] Female [B]Ethnicity-[/B] Asian [Vietnamese to be exact] [B]Appearance-[/B] Although Vietnamese, [URL=http://encyclopedia.quickseek.com/images/Trish_Thuy_Trang_001.jpg][B]Quyen[/B][/URL] is one of the few who tan easily and as such is seen with a beautiful golden tone. She is an attractive woman though doesn?t flaunt it a beautiful individual who doesn?t really have a set style. In the office, she is seen usually wearing a pinstripe trouser suit or occasionally a skirt suit. Outside of the office, her style is indefinite though she is seen wearing a sophisticated style: khaki pants, heels, blouse, and jacket- or something of the sort. [B]Personality-[/B] Being the typical Asian, Quyen is intelligent and smart- both street and book. She is bold, spirited, and poised in and out of the office. She has become something of an independent woman, taking things head-on, never second-guessing herself. She tries to do things to the best of her abilities and if she can, above and beyond. Her co-workers refer to her as ?the typical Asian? because the stereotype for Asians is that they are basically overachieving perfectionists, which is only half of the truth in her case. Coming to America at a young age, Quyen has found it difficult to fit in. However, as time went on she found that it was in her best interest to care little for society and focus on her education. She believes that she is given a great life because unlike the life that her mother and father lived in Vietnam, she is given opportunities every day. Because of this, she is filled with determination and pushes herself to the limit. In her mind, she wants to make up for what her parents had to endure and give them the life they?ve always dreamed of having. But, the never-ending tug-of-war between her friends, her work, and her family has made her suffer. What could possibly happen next? [B]Family-[/B] Currently, she lives alone in an one-bedroom studio apartment. She visits her family in Pennsylvania often, bringing them gifts as it is a family tradition. She also travels to Vietnam to visit her relatives, bringing them gifts as well. However, at this moment Quyen is single but is not interested in seeking companionship. [B]Information-[/B] Quyen is unlike most of the Asian women, in fact she?s unlike [i]any[/i] woman. She despises feminine clothing, fights like a man, and has a great affinity for motorcycles. Her life revolves around her work and family, never any time for socializing, which she is constantly scolded for by both her family and friends- who she sees once on a blue moon. It isn?t entirely her fault and she doesn?t necessarily see her lifestyle as something bad, she merely wants to give her parents a good life without having to worry about anything. To go back on motorcycles, Quyen owns a [URL=http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/7999/yamahayzfr67rl.jpg][B]Yamaha YZF-R6[/B][/URL]. She cherishes it like a baby and will literally break anyone who messes it up.[/indent] There you are, Gav. It?s practical yet unexpected?or at least I think it is ^_^;;.[/size][/color]

[color=#1874CD]Quite note to everyone here: I'd really like to see some productive posts. Constructive criticism is what the OB Anthology is all about; it helps people to better their writing skills and also to allow others to review what you have helped with. Please remember that.[/color]

[size=1][color=#1874CD][B]Name-[/B] Nicoleta Celestine Devalos [Commonly known as Empress] [B]Gender-[/B] Female [B]Age-[/B] 736, but appears to be in her early 20s. [B]Race-[/B] Vampire [B]Alliance-[/B] Blood Brood [B]Physical Description-[/B] [URL=http://img239.imageshack.us/img239/1300/nicolescherzingervv8.jpg][B]Nicoleta[/B][/URL] is nothing short of gorgeous. She exudes beauty in almost every way possible. She, in all of her gloriousness, seems to enjoy the most eccentric of colors. She loves standing out in a crowd and thus wears styles of clothes women would normally abhor. [B]Weapons-[/B] Fighting was never Nicoleta?s forte but it wasn?t something she dismissed. Being a woman of all that is malicious and alluring, Nicoleta sought out such weapons that matched who she was. Her weapons were all customized to fit her. Anything that caused excruciating pain all the while keeping a well-formed appearance was more than enough to attract her eye. One of these weapons are her dual tessen [[URL=http://www.shenmartialarts.com/8f_1_b.jpg]fighting fans[/URL]]. These fans are with her at all times, as are all of her weapons, and is made from a type of metal covered in piece-dyed silk taffeta cloth. The edges of the fans are razor sharp and lined with small needle-like razors jutting out at the tip of the folds. Attached to the end of the fans are small chains, enabling Nicoleta to use them however she wills. Another pair of weapons she has come to love is her beloved whips. These particular weapons are made from leather and another unknow material and are spiked with ?thorns?. They resemble the stem of a thorny rose, hence the name which they were born from- Rose Whips. To embellish beauty upon her weapons, a rose-like emblem is engraved at the bottom of the hilts. Nicoleta keeps all of her weapons close to her, thus wears the Rose Whips as if they were belts. [B]Abilities-[/B] Like all vampires, Nicoleta already possesses superhuman traits: speed, strength, sense, etc. However, due to the Brotherhood?s deranged experiments, Nicoleta gained powers beyond imagination. She attained the ability of reading understanding body language which enabled her to predict her opponents? moves before they even made it. Another attribute she realized within herself was that she soon became tolerant of light- though to a certain degree. Other than that, her illusionary skills are top notch, something no one can compare, as is her dancing capabilities which are a double threat to anyone who comes her way. [B]Personality-[/B] ?Beauty is pain and pain is beauty,? a phrase Nicoleta is known for. She is a malevolent and beautiful woman who is fierce and strong. She possesses an irresistible charm, thus is coined as a siren- luring men into her domain and killing them there after. Some may see this as an act of rebellion, while others may find it as a repressor, but for Nicoleta, seduction is all she knows and it runs through her like blood; even so, although all that she does may seem like a game, it?s all but a tragic comedy in her eyes, ?All that is miserable is beautiful.? Albeit beneath her provocative mask, Nicoleta is weakend by torment and pain all due to the Brotherhood. Her suave posture is broken down to nothing, overcome by her sado-masochistic nature. During the life she has come to accept, none have ever known the darker side of herself and hopefully none shall for it may be the cruel death. [B]Biography-[/B] Branded as a menace to society since the beginning of time, Nicoleta remained hidden from the world only to come out and play in the night. It had never occurred to her to despise herself or the things she did, in fact she felt a carnal affinity for it; for everything before her time as a vampire was forgotten. Everything she was, everyone she knew had disappeared from the depths of her mind. The times had changed Nicoleta to become a ruthless character, divulging on who she has become. Although, one particular chapter in her life could never be forgotten for it was one of sorrow and revenge. This particular chapter occurred in France. At the time, Nicoleta was working in a cabaret called [i]Le Chat Noir [The Black Cat][/i]. For years she?s tried to make a living off of being a courtesan and performer. It ate her away, turning her into nothing more than an empty shell. Her emotions flew away like birds released from a cage and no one saw the torture she gave herself, except someone did see. Their aliases were Harlequin and Pierrot, the Dazzling Duo. They were not only beautiful but they were the best performances in France. They, like her, were victims of what she was going through and they understood all too well the unimaginable pain for they were what she was- a vampire. Soon, the three became inseparable companions, looking out for one another. During this time, the [B]Lowendove Brotherhood[/B] still hunted for vampires, while [B]The Guild of Supernatural Defense[/B] helped vampires in need of help; and at the same time, the [B]Alliance of Vampiric Clansmen[/B] worked to recruit their kind. To all three of their dismay, Harlequin, Pierrot, and Nicoleta taunted them all. They scoured the streets and wreaked havoc in the night, becoming sirens of the streets. The triple threat was nothing more than girls having fun but the Brotherhood saw this as a threat and targeted them. It happened on a rainy night. The three girls had just finished their performance and were now ready to take in some lonely men. To their dismay, these lonely men were agents of the Brotherhood and once the three had realized it, it was too late. Harlequin, Pierrot, and Nicoleta fought with the agents and fled the scene after they had knocked them down. They ran for their lives, escaping the shouts and screams, the bullets that whizzed past them; but, it hadn?t gone accordingly for they fell right into the Brotherhood?s trap. The three were met by a barrage of bullets and once the deed was done, they left. Unbeknownst to the Brotherhood, Nicoleta managed to survive. She had seen her two friends killed by the Brotherhood before her eyes, dying beautifully on the paved street. When it came back to the Brotherhood, they branded her as a candidate for the super-serum and in the end, she had become one. She was captured by the Brotherhood, experimented on by them, but she and two others escaped from their clutches, killing a few in the crossfire and now, the world will know true power and true fear. And Nicoleta would have her revenge against the Brotherhood for the deaths of her friends- Harlequin and Pierrot?once and for all.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#1874CD]Like Sandy and Ikillion said, this has an oddly familiar taste towards 24 or Alias. Either way, I truly love it. It brings about a sense of suspense, action, and adventure- leaves you wanting more every time. I read as many of the OB fictions that come in but most never really leave me satisfied, thus creating a dull want. Yours says otherwise. I can't wait for the next chapter, Blayze. Your description of action and movement is absolutely amazing, keep it up.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#1874CD]The sounds, the buildings, and the still thickness in the air were all but a bit too much for the likings of Tyler; however, as much as he depreciated the intense atmosphere he always had an urge to venture out. Something felt terribly comfortable for Tyler, something so abnormal that it couldn?t be helped but to think it was normal. He looked around for vital signs, movement around the buildings, anything that would suggest something. Everyone had gone their separate ways and was to meet back at the diner in ten minutes. It never occurred to Tyler whether to infer about being on the mission; somehow, he had begun to wonder the questions: What was he called for? Why is he here? What?s the reason? And will they return safe and sound? The thoughts began to grow in size and in anxiety, making Tyler become consumed by these never-ending questions until a hand came upon his shoulder and a voice came into his com. [B]?Hey,?[/B] Tyler turned his head to find Phil Alexander. [B]?How are you holding up??[/B] Tyler hesitated, trying to find the right words but he could only shrug. Phil chuckled a bit and patted him on the shoulder before introducing himself. [B]?Haven?t properly introduced myself, the name?s Phil, Phil Alexander. I?m the?? ?Reconnaissance. I?ve always wanted to be one of those??[/B] Tyler looked forward as he said this before turning back to Phil saying, [B]?but that was a long time ago. I?m Tyler Jacobs, by the way.?[/B] The two shook hands before conversing with each other and getting to know what each others? jobs were specifically. Tyler hadn?t realized he would?ve been able to socialize with people on the mission but his encounter with Phil suggested otherwise. Soon enough, the two had gotten to laugh with each other and forgotten the worries and chilling aura that had caused them to tense up. It had been the first time Tyler had actually felt like he belonged since a long time and it felt good; Tyler was able to tell Phil stories of how he had gotten into the school system and rearranged the school?s times, making everything screwy and about the time he had created a virus and sent it to random areas. There was never a time he had laughed and exchanged life stories more than that moment. He had slowly forgotten the questions, slowly put away his anxiety, and only stayed in the now, trying to keep up with another person who was determined to do what he came here to do. [B]OOC:[/B] Sorry about the late post, Corey. Hope it's up to par.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#1874CD]Quite hilarious, really. Well, here goes mine. [IMG]http://img324.imageshack.us/img324/7518/motivator7077234az5.jpg[/IMG].[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#1874CD][B]Name-[/B] Dimma Sársauki [B]Age-[/B] 37 [B]Gender-[/B] Male [B]Race-[/B] Malroy, but resides in the Realm of the Dead [B]Occupation-[/B] N/A [B]Position-[/B] The Black Mage [B]Weapon-[/B] Having been a man of many battles, Kikilith carries with him a bloodstained broadsword made from the greatest of sword smiths in Malroy. Its black steel creates a resonating fear in the hearts of those who are near it. The red engravings that are burned into it shine brightly in battle, waving its ferocity and roaring its name, which has come to be known as Morte Dissadatore- Dragon of Death. [B]Spells-[/B] [URL=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/76/Triquetra_on_book_cover.jpg][i]Circus Consisto Funestus [Circle of Death]:[/i][/URL] This particular spell isn?t often used in battle for it binds the people standing within and absorbs their life energy. It is quite difficult to remove as well as difficult to cope with for the longer people are trapped within it, the weaker they get and the darker their hearts become; the seal also has the capability of changing the living to the undead- only rumored though. [i]Lampas Effervo [Meteor Swarm]:[/i] By far, this spell is Dimma?s favorite. He is able to create a large amount of wisps of fire and swarm his enemies. At times, he can use it as a minor spell to set afire something or a major spell to deflect other offensive attacks. This is a spell that is flexible, unlike his former spell. [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img525.imageshack.us/img525/4213/kadajvt8.jpg]What a pretty man![/URL] [Kadaj @ [URL=http://wen-m.deviantart.com/]Wen-M[/URL]] To fit his title and his personality, Dimma wears dark colored outfits that tend to allow him free movement. He despises armor for in his mind, it shows weakness and because of this, he is seen without any protection- his sword, his magic, and his clothes are all he needs. [B]Personality-[/B] Just as his title would suggest, Dimma is found to be a cold and dark man who can cause an entire room to shudder just at the mere sound of his name. He has the ability to strike fear into the hearts of even the strongest and bravest people, living and undead. He is enshrouded by darkness but is never tainted by the evil it brings; although, he sides with the dark itself. In the world of darkness that he walks upon, he is probably the darkest light anyone will ever find. Yet, amongst the sea of ?people? Dimma hides another side of himself. He is a man whose eyes are cold and alone, fragments of loneliness sparkling within them. He has a tendency to keep to himself, never really speaking unless necessary- a trait he had picked up long ago. In all, he is a rogue running from the past regressions, suffering from the cold he?s brought upon himself, turning distant and lonely with no one to be by his side. The jaded eyes have begun to forget the past but his frozen heart retains the warmth he once knew, yearning to be broken from the icy imprisonment it?s come to know, calling for the one who knew him well, calling for his brother. [B]Excerpt of Character-[/B] The echoing moans had never disturbed Dimma, nor had it chased him to a corner. It felt comforting, frighteningly comforting. The cries of the people living in Hades was like a melancholic song upon his ears- each scream, each sob- just a simple melody flittering all around him. Such correlating affinities were of no use to him, or at least he would have liked to think that. Dimma stood at the balcony and began to think of the days he had first arrived in the Realm of the Dead; everything was desolate and people were frenetic, filled with fear of being destroyed by the people of Terra. He, who escaped from Terra, stood at the gate of Hades- the land of the dead. It was there that he had proclaimed his dream. It was there that he was accepted as one of few who would be welcomed as one of their own. Sighing, Dimma turned away from the sight of the lands below. He walked down the long corridor only to pass by Soli Discordia- a Yarou soldier allied with the Meram. The two stood by each other, shoulders nearly touching. Dimma?s eyes looked forward while Soli?s head turned to her left, looking at Dimma?s pale featured face and glimmering silver hair. Instead of exchanging greetings as most would, the two exchanged newfound wounds; however, Soli and Dimma decided to keep it civil?for once. [B]?The army grows stronger and larger, are you definite you can lead them to victory, Dimma??[/B] Dimma closed his eyes and said nothing. Silence filled with eerie corridor in which the two stood, Soli was the first to break it. [B]?You are part of the Yarou, there?s no need for you to pity the humans now.?[/B] This had brought the silver-haired man back to reality, along with it a scoff. [B]?Pity? I don?t pity anyone, especially not least the living. I care nothing for those damned fools,?[/B] He clenched his fists while saying, [B]?I?ll destroy them all?each and every last one of them.?[/B] A smirk crawled across Soli?s face as the words met her ears. She walked on, leaving Dimma behind. Even though Dimma holds his position as The Black Mage, Soli was one of the few who were deemed true as she spoke to him in an unlikely matter and with such vivid aggressive dominance, though not completely dominative. He unclenched his now bleeding fists and walked on, echoing the words he had said before in his head over and over. [B][i]?I?ll destroy them all?I?ll destroy them all?I?ll destroy them all??[/B][/i] Drama is always welcome. Sibling rivalry- oh what scandals and terror will this bring? By the way, I found a really great picture for the Teakch: [URL=http://www.santharia.com/pictures/losmios/losmios_pics/maerquis_darkhorse.jpg]Here![/URL][/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#1874CD]The sound of the airplane landing awoke Katrina to a new sight. Her father had sent her to Monaco upon her uncle?s wish; however, it was her choice to leave the godforsaken environment her family called ?home.? As she stepped into the terminal, her eyes wandered aimlessly until something began to buzz and ring in her bag. She took out her MDA and read the text, grinning deviously before her eyes caught hold of a man holding a sign with her name on it. Katrina walked towards the man holding the sign and undoubtedly she found him to be one of her father?s associates stationed in Monaco. He introduced himself as Albert Grischon and beside him were two men she presumed to be bodyguards. Chuckling to herself, Katrina walked towards the conveyor belt where she would have to find her bags but was stopped when Albert had explained that the two men had already taken them to the car. Raising a brow, Katrina turned around and followed the man she knew as Albert outside of the airport. The air around her felt clean, almost without humidity, something Katrina wasn?t used to; but, she felt cleansed and made no motion to dislike it. Looking around, Katrina caught a glimpse of a black town car strolling slowly before them. She presumed it to be the transportation that would take her to wherever she was staying. She got into the car and waited for it to move out of the busy entrance way before watching the scenery pass her by. Her thoughts began to recollect themselves and once they had, she asked, [B]?Is my father sending my cars and bike over?? ?Yes, he is, Ms. Kang. They?ll be at your hotel the moment we get there.?[/B] A few stoplights later, Katrina turned to Albert. [B]?Drop me off somewhere I can get a drink.?[/B] With a nod, Albert instructed the driver with a few words in French. Within moments, Katrina was let off at a quaint bar. Upon entering, she had found Rei, the one who sent her the SMS.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#1874CD][B]Name-[/B] Yamataka Enzeru [Angel] [i]Side Note:[/i] Last Name First Name [B]Age-[/B] 17 [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img113.imageshack.us/img113/7066/gothicpuccadd3.jpg]Angel[/URL] had always loved Gothic Lolita and nothing more. It was something that appealed to her and thus became the center of her fashion sense. Most found it dark and ?gothic? with a pinch of ?emo? but Angel found it aesthetically pleasing. [B]Elemental-[/B] Falcomon- Wind [B]Elemental Crest-[/B] Temperance [B]D-Elemental Colour-[/B] Charcoal Gray [B]Digivolution Line-[/B] [B]Baby:[/B] [URL=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/38/Puwamon.jpg]Puwamon[/url] has incredible eyesight. He has great peripheral vision, which allows him to act quickly in his surroundings; he can also fly for short lengths of time using the wings on the side of his face. [u]Attacks:[/u] - [i]Fuwa Feather:[/i] Sends an electrified blast of lightning from the tail feathers. [B]In-training:[/B] [URL=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/39/Pinamon.jpg]Pinamon[/URL], an energetic digimon who shares the same emotions as humans in the way he runs around. The only time that Pinamon is not running wildly is when he is apathetic or sleeping; though, it is difficult for others to connect with him. Like Puwamon, Pinamon hates having his tail touched. [u]Attacks:[/u] - [i]Piripiri Spark:[/i] Emits a small electric charge from its tail. [B]Rookie:[/B] [URL=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8d/Falcomon.jpg]Falcomon[/URL] is an upbeat and energetic Bird Digimon known for his great speed and prowess, as well as his stealth and grace- in air and on land. He is prideful in his skills but knows that there are those who could surpass him, yet he is determined to strengthen himself and one day become the greatest in the sky. Alongside that, he is also an intelligent digimon who knows much about the world and the Digital World and utilizes this knowledge to help those who are lost or in need of guidance. Falcomon is a lover of freedom and cares nothing of earthly things, only for what is across the horizon and in the sky. [u]Attacks:[/u] - [i]Falco Rush:[/i] Uses his strong leg strength to rush forward. - [i]Scratch Smash:[/i] Uses his sharp feather claws - [i]Shuririnken:[/i] Releases multiple shurikens at his opponents. - [i]Uchitake Drop:[/i] Drops exploding bamboo cylinders on his enemies. [B]Champion:[/B] [URL=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c0/Diatrymon.jpg]Diatrymon[/URL] is a ferocious bird who believes that anything that moves is his enemy. He has powerful leg strength and makes up for his flightless-ness with his legs. Though he is unable to fly, he can sprint with a velocity that can exceed a speed of 120 miles per hour. Diatrymon also has metallic plumage on his body making him nearly invulnerable. [u]Attacks:[/u] - [i]Destruction Roar:[/i] A soundwave attack that causes extensive damage - [i]Mega Dash Impact:[/i] A raging tackle [B]Ultimate:[/B] [URL=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/05/Yatagaramon.jpg]Yatagaramon[/URL] has a third leg from its waist. Though he presents an evil image, he is, in actuality, a Digimon who will guide those chosen to enter the Golden Land with safety. [u]Attacks:[/u] - [i]Haguro:[/i] He can convert his surroundings to the dark of night for 3 kilometers with the black light that is emitted from his jet black wings. - [i]Mikafushi no Kami:[/i] Channels the energy produced in the cobalt pestles on both wings to his third leg and fires. The digimon who experience this technique are completely broken down into pixels. - [i]Wing Strike:[/i] [B]Mega:[/B] [URL=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/e5/Valdormon.jpg]Varodurumon[/URL], a mighty bird digimon with six enormous wings known as the protector of the skies. It is said that he is an ancient digimon that has existed since the time the Digital World was created. [u]Attacks:[/u] - [i]Purge Shine:[/i] Valdurmon's feathers emit a holy light which covers his body as a barrier that is 100% impenetrable by attacks that carry the thought of evil. - [i]Aurora Undulation:[/i] The purification light is amplified to the maximum and fired. This skill is said to hold the destructive power of a star, and since it is fired at light speed, avoiding it is almost impossible. [B]Elemental:[/B] Tempestmon [u]Attacks:[/u] [B]Personality-[/B] Strange, frightening, and unapproachable is how Angel is seen. She has a way about her that repels people to come close, making them retreat to the safety of their own world if they tried to approach her. She?s a distant and quiet girl who keeps to herself, preferring to rely on herself rather than others. Yet, because Angel is a reticent person filled with apathy, it?s difficult to connect with her as well as know her thoughts. She seems to be like a puzzle too difficult to complete, suppressing everything within herself, taking in all that comes her way and never releasing it. Dark and alone is who she is, loving even the darkness and never fearing it. [B]Back-story-[/B] Since the beginning of her birth and up until her recent year, Angel had never known true life. Her days were spent in the comforts of her own home, never knowing the life outside or even the pleasures life could bring. Angel?s father was an esteemed businessman, therefore they moved around the world quite often, never staying in one place for more than a month or so. It had affected her education- school wise- and her social life. She never knew what friends were or even the meaning yet she never wanted to. As time went on, Angel preoccupied herself with her own devices, quickly maturing at a young age, leaving behind all of the unnecessary immaturity. At first, this had been a plea for her parents? attention but it soon became her lifestyle. Angel no longer wished for anything more than just to be alone and left by herself; her wish had been granted. It became apparent to her parents that Angel couldn?t stay with them any longer. She became detached from her parents, who left her with her aunt and uncle who lived in the U.S. They saw the isolation and apathy within her and began to realize her pain but said nothing. The way Angel had found her Digivice and Elemental Crystal was when she had been walking along the bridge that overlooked the waters below. The wind blew in her hair and swayed her dress; it was then that she had seen someone else there. The woman stood near the middle of the bridge where the water was deepest. Angel walked on but stopped behind the woman and asked her, ?Are you truly ready to die?? She shuddered in surprise and shock to find that someone could see through her; she fell to her knees and began to cry. Angel walked on and felt a droplet of rain fall on her hand but that droplet quickly revealed itself to be a crystal- so small, it seemed invisible. Words filled her mind and Angel could hear a tiny voice calling out to her. In the pocket of her dress there was a Digivice, dark and gray like the storm clouds above. The Wind Elemental had chosen Angel, not because of what she had done for the woman, but because of what it hopes to do for her.[/size][/color]

[color=#1874CD]My goodness, I?ve only been gone for four days and already people have forgotten their manners! I?m completely taken aback by what people have written here, not because they?re saying something with ?honesty? but because of the way it?s written. If you wanted to be honest, at least be gracious! I mean, didn?t your elders teach you any manners? You don?t just tell people ?You SUCK!? and not give them a proper reason or even for that matter just say ?YOU SUCK!? Sure enough, Split Keyblader?s story isn?t the best but there are other ways to criticize someone?s work without having to flame them! I mean, goodness gracious, as the moderator of the OB Anthology, I am appalled that people have what [B][URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=48241]Constructive Criticism[/B][/URL] is and also just appalled at the way people?s acted here. Just because the entirety of this story isn?t ?up to par? with other stories that others have read doesn?t mean anyone has the right to destroy the author and what they?ve written, regardless of [i]anything[/i]. Like Retribution said, ?You may hate the story, but at least be civil?? since the majority of the people here?s forgotten what criticism?s all about, I am telling you to read the sticky before posting as of now! If you've already read the CC sticky, READ IT AGAIN; if you've yet to read it, READ IT! I won?t stand for anymore of these posts that I?ve seen.[/color]

[color=#CD6619]Thanks for posting this in [B]OB Anthology[/B], [B]haku877[/B] but I think this sort of thread is for the [B]Otaku Lounge[/B]. THREAD MOVED[/color]

[size=1][color=#CD6619][B]Name-[/B] Tyler Jacobs [B]Age-[/B] 32 [B]Gender-[/B] Male [B]Specialty-[/B] Hacking [B]History-[/B] [B]History-[/B] For years my life revolved around government files, security systems, school files, and other things like that. For as long as I could remember, hacking was my life. I could read algorithms quicker than anyone else, understand the binary codes, and input codes; I was a god when it came to things like that and no one could beat me? but it cost me my family and friends. At that time, I didn?t care because as long as I was messing with other people, I felt good- or at least I thought I did. It didn?t occur to me that I was not only hurting myself but also hurting other people, especially those close to me. It never occurred to me that it would literally destroy my life. I couldn?t remember when I had gotten sucked into the life of hacking even if you tortured me. All I could remember was that there was a feeling of intensity and adrenaline that rushed through me every time my fingertips hit the keyboard and danced away: opening files, rearranging things, breaking firewalls, and such. But I could remember the first time I ever had done it- and it was a fluke at that time. It was back in 2164 when I had first acquired a job at a local computer industry and as far as I can remember, I had done it by accident. As the years went on, I spent the majority of my life in my room, only coming out for food, bathroom, school, and very little activities. My social life had begun to deteriorate, my relationship with my father had died, and anything that mattered to me terminated. From then on, all that was left was the computer and me. [/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#CD6619]First of all Papa Smurf, you may not see the mockery within this "parody" because you are a new member. I am not judging you by how long you've been here, but it?s just that you only see this as two members throwing in members of the OtakuBoards. However, the members that are specifically introduced into the story are actual members that The Boss and Retribution know. It?s not that they just throw in people, they actually thought this through and placed in characters who might?ve matched the characters of Pulp Fiction. You said, ?So how are you writing a parody of OtakuBoards? Especially when anyone could plug in random people into that story and it would make just as little sense as yours does?? I digress because, like I said before, the characters are not just random people; they are members that the two authors of this story know. They don?t just pick a person out of the blue and drop him in, no they pick at the member and dissect his personality to make sure he or she is similar to the character they?re trying to portray in Pulp Fiction. Now then, speaking of portrayal, the second matter that I?ve come up whilst reading the discussion between you, The Boss and Retribution is that, like The Boss said the parody is an almost exact replica of Pulp Fiction; if he had not said this then it would be plagiarism. If that was the case, then I would understand why you?re so hard on saying that this is an EDIT -> FIND -> REPLACE. I mean, I understand where you?re coming from but it just seems like you?re trying to prove that you?re right in this argument no matter what anyone says. Don?t get me wrong in that you?re creating a good debate, but there?s a fine line between arguing graciously and just trying to dominate the debate- which I?m sure you?re not trying to do. Nonetheless, the debate that you?ve pulled up says the same thing in different words and I believe I?ve explained that the parody is a parody because they?ve explained that it?s a near reflection of the actual movie. - Revelation.[/size][/color]

[CENTER][B]Name-[/B] Unknown [B]Nicknames-[/B] Morgan le Fay [B]Age-[/B] 34 [B]Gender-[/B] Female [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://www.larasmansion.com/pics/angelina/angelina01.jpg]Morgan Le Fay[/URL] Most often, Morgan is seen wearing a tank top underneath a black jacket with black pants or shorts- mostly pants. But she carries with her all sorts of disguises and uses them when necessary. [B]Personality-[/B] Morgan le Fay is an enigma through and through. She is a compelling character who is level-headed but acts irrationally, holds a calm and collected demeanor yet breaks the expression through certain emotions. Albeit, when it comes down to business Morgan?s mind switches to that of an entirely different person with a stoic expression and an apathetic mind and heart; her entirety becomes changed in certain situations thus making her an enigma. [B]Short Biography-[/B] how'd you wind up working with Jacobs? Don't make this too long, three or four paragraphs would be the maximum, two would be the minimum [B]Weapons-[/B] be sensible - no swords, and no massive explodey laser cannons or anything either. Lasers will be available, but standard projectile weapons would be more common [B]Specialty-[/B] As a mercenary, Morgan is adept to all types of jobs. She is known to dabble in everything from creating bombs to cooking- a specialty that she doesn?t show to people, often. Nonetheless, her skills are beyond words, as is her knowledge and ability to pick up skills quickly. [B]Notes-[/B] anything else you wish to add[/center] [size=1][color=#CD6619]I?ll have to finish this later, Blayze. Writer?s block teh suxx0rs -__-.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#CD6619]Wow, I never expected Frank to be Black's brother. It was so... unexpected and just came out so nonchalantly. I'm astounded and still am as I'm writing this post. More so, your portrayal of Black, towards the end, brought more personality to him. "I said as I stood to leave, ignoring the lump in my throat." I mean, that just brings the thought that Black is still human, no matter what; he's not just some killing machine out on a vengeance vendetta. Yet, the way you wrote this made it seem like it was nearing the end and I hope it isn't. I'm really wanting more of it. Nonetheless, you've done such a great job, Seraphim. Keep it up.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#CD6619]Now we got some action going on. I've got to say: the more I read, the more I want. It's absolutely invigorating and mind-compelling, just entrances you in a way. Absolutely brilliant, you two. Now then, a member who had a portly wizard? I can recollect that there was one but who was it? My short-term memory loss is inabling me to remember XP.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#CD6619]It's the bombardment of the Lost N00bs! Everyone, run for your lives! Heh. It's quite funny how you collaborated various tales together and created one story, very clever if I should say so myself and in fact, I am saying it myself XP.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#CD6619]I've yet to watch [B]Pulp Fiction[/B], however so far I am loving the story. It's comedic with a sense of style and flair; quite the interesting story you put together. The descriptions of how they came in, transforming Otakuboards into a real city and whatnot, it's all too... good. It really makes me want to watch Pulp Fiction. When I first saw this, I doubted the dialogue format but it gives people a bit more freedom of imagining what's happening, instead of reading word for word what's happening- which is fine too- but you two have taken this difficult format and turned it into something grand. Kudos to you guys ^_^.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#CD6619]#3 [i]Some people don't like using me, they have their own way of getting what I provide. Regardless, I am there always... and with just one click you can be hearing what I have to say.[/i] Answer- Reply button.[/size][/color]

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