Vicky

[SIZE=1]Sergei placed his hand just above his eyes, shielding them from the dimming sun. He frowned at the sky and looked towards Ashin. [B]"It's almost dark. We should be in Viridian soon... maybe we could set up camp there."[/B] Ashin gave a nod of agreement and the two carried on for awile longer. Sergei was beginning to wonder if they would encounter any other trainers that had left Oka's Lab along the way, though maybe not, considering they all left at different times. Sergei shrugged it off, anyhow. It was pretty much night time when the two reached Viridian. Ashin said they should probably go into a Pokemon Center and rest there but Sergei convinced her it would probably be better to camp outside. So they could get used to, Sergei kinda figured they'd be camping outdoors throughout their adventure. They found a spot just left of Viridian, not too far away, but it wasn't smack-bang in the middle of the City either. Apparently, the route they were camping on was the round to the Elite Four; the Pokemon League. Both trainers knew they couldn't get in there without badges. [B]"I wonder if you can catch Legendary Pokemon..."[/B] Sergei mumbled. [B]"Hmm?"[/B] Ashin turned to look at him. [B]"Sorry, I was just thinking. See, I've heard of these bird Pokemon... well two of them. Moltres and Zapdos. And I've heard of Ho-Oh, the Rainbow Pokemon. D'you think anyone could catch them? Or anyone has?"[/B] [B]"I'm not sure..."[/B] Ashin mused. [B]"I bet the Elite Four, or one of them, has a Legendary Pokemon. That's why they're so powerful. But I don't think I want to catch a Legendary."[/B] Sergei smiled to himself and lay back in his sleeping bag. Ashin called out Rattata, like she promised, and gave him some fresh air. Sergei pondered if he should release Charmander for awhile... then again, they were out in the dark. Anything could have happened. They would probably get -- [B]"What was that?"[/B] Ashin suddenly said, jumping up. Sergei jumped up as well, trying to listen carefully. His ears picked up the sound of rustling and other noises. Pokemon cries, maybe. He looked towards Ashin and raised an eyebrow. Definitely Pokemon. After a few more noises, Ashin and Sergei pinpointed where it was coming from. The two of them, along with Rattata and Shinva, managed to duck behind a few rocks not too far away from their campsite. Although it was pretty dark, they could still see two Pokemon fighting. [B]"Look! Nidoran!"[/B] Ashin whispered. [B]"That one looks pretty tough. I wonder why it's fighting two of its own kind..."[/B] Sergei studied the Nidoran carefully. The one in the middle was indeed fighting off two of its own kind, and it was good at it, too. The Nidoran definitely had a fighting spirit. It kept fighting until both Nidoran backed off and it didn't seem to show any signs and being exhausted. In fact, the Nidoran seemed to be itching for a fight. Sergei whispered something to Ashin but half way through the Nidoran looked up at them, seemingly 'barking' for another fight. [B]"Ashin, I hope you don't mind, but this one's mine!"[/B] [B]"Go --"[/B] Ashin began, stopping when she noticed Sergei was already in front of the Nidoran. [B]" -- For it..."[/B] Smiling at the male Nidoran somewhat maniacally, Sergei realsed Charmander and perpared for a battle.[/SIZE]

[size=1][size=1]Sergei smiled at Charmander and Vulpix - and at the fact he would be travelling with someone else instead of alone. He really wouldn't be comfortable on his own, even with Charmander. [b]"I'm not sure, but I think the first gym is in Viridian."[/b] Sergei said. [b]"Well last I heard the Gym Leader in Viridian wasn't there."[/b] Ashin said. Sergei looked dumbfounded for a moment, blinking several times before looking over at the path the trainers were heading out on. He scratched his head and sighed. [b]"What's wrong?"[/b] asked Ashin. [b]"Nothing, just I'm a little far behind with everything. Never normally leave Cinnibar Island... so I don't know much about everything. I guess I am really far behind with everything, I might have a bit of trouble keeping up with the world. I hope I won't slow you down."[/b] Ashin laughed. [b]"Don't worry about it."[/b] Sergei gave a somewhat nervous smile. He glanced over at Charmander and Vulpix, noting for a moment that Vulpix also had a nickname, Shinva. Sergei sighed again. Maybe he should give Charmander a name... though... to be honest, it didn't feel right. It wouldn't feel right calling Charmander by a different name, it wouldn't feel right if people didn't identify his first Pokemon right away because of a nickname... then again, Sergei didn't know if he was being heartless for not naming his Pokemon. He opned his mouth to ask Ashin about it but stopped, noticing she was talking to Shinva and seemingly marvelling over the Pokemon. Sergei didn't want to disturb that. He watched them both for awhile but when Ashin turned to him, he looked quite startled. [b]"I think we should get going..."[/b] Sergei mumbled, a little embarrassed. He took up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, taking one last look at Charmander. [b]"It's time to get back inside your Pokeball, Charmander. I'll let you back out later."[/b] He told his friend, withdrawing him into his Pokeball when he gave a cry of agreement. [b]"You're not going to keep your Pokemon out of its Pokeball?"[/b] [b]"Nah, not all the time. Only occasionally. I don't want him to get hurt... you know, if we're in a storm... or something freakish happens... he'll be okay in his Pokeball. I'll let him out when we get to the next city."[/b] Sergei explained, laughing as they started off down the path.[/size] [/size]

[size=1][i]OOC: ...Umm... anyone got room for Sergei to tag along? I'd feel like a right outcast if my character went travelling alone. Last I heard everyone had gotten into groups ;_;[/i] A fire Pokemon. Sergei's folks at home were sure going to be proud of him. And, not to mention, a Charmander! Sergei had a hard time keeping up with all the Pokemon, he had mostly managed to study the Pokemon that dwelled in the Kanto region... and Charmander evolved into his favourite Kanto Pokemon of all time: Charizard! There couldn't have been a better Pokemon for Sergei. He would train him as much as he could, and, of course, he would treat him right. Sergei was sat on the grass, not far from the lab, rummaging through the supplies he had received whilst holding Charmander's Pokeball in one hand. He took out several things from the back pack, reading and study a few of the items carefully. He heard someone at that moment. He looked up to see who, but once again they were out of range for his eyes. He could only hear them, obviously talking to their newly recieved Pokemon. But it had a strange name. Sergei had never heard of a Pokemon with that kind of name before. [b]"Oh yeah... nicknames."[/b] Sergei realised. He looked at his Pokeball containing Charmander and frowned. Maybe Charmander deserved a nickname. But what was he going to call him? Fred? No, that was just stupid. When it came to giving out nicknames Sergei was as slow and dim minded as his older brother. [b]"I don't think you need a nickname, but I do think you need some air."[/b] Sergei came to that conclusion with a small and, in an instant, released Charmander from the Pokeball in a flash of glowing red. Charmander looked around for a second, curious probably, until he spotted Sergei. Immediately after seeing his knew trainer, Charmander ran forward and attempted to crawl onto Sergei. Sergei, being helpful, lifted Charmander up into his lap, careful of his burning tail. [b]"You've got a pretty big flame on the end of your tail. As far as I know, it's unusual for it to be that big. But I guess that means you'll end up being a lot stronger. I promise you will."[/b] Sergei said, smiling. Charmander seemingly agreed with a loud cry and a dangerous waving of its tail, in which Sergei jumped back a little, chuckling.[/size]

[center][b][u][size=1]Semi-Final Listing [/size][/u][/b][size=1] [b]ARIES - Fire[/b] MARCH 21 - APRIL 20 [b]TAURUS - Earth[/b] APRIL 21 - MAY 21 [b]GEMINI - Air[/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Kredion Akima [Kredion] JUNE 3 [b]CANCER - Water[/b] JUNE 22 - JULY 23 [b]LEO - Fire[/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Charles de Fontaine [Ozymandius Jones] JULY 24 - AUG 23 [b]VIRGO ? Earth[/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Eden[/size][size=1] Bourne [Eclipse] SEPT 10 [b]LIBRA ? Air[/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Elizabeth Connor [Ezekiel] OCT 15 [b]SCORPIO ? Water[/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Eddie Galvez [Only1speciald] NOV 4 [b]SAGITTARIUS - Fire[/b] NOV 23 - DEC 22 [b]CAPRICORN - Earth[/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Daniel Anderson [Vicky] JAN 10 [b]AQUARIUS - Air[/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Zane Xinatiao [Ikillion] JAN 22 [b]PISCES - Water[/b] Cathrine Kelly [Ginkaze] MAR 13 [b]OPHIUCHUS - Unknown[/b] [b][/b] [/size][/center] [center][size=1]Juliet Han [Revelation] NOV 30 [/size] [left][SIZE=1][I]NOTE: SIGN-UPS ARE NOT CLOSED. Best sign-up wins rule still applies, so this list is not final.[/I][/SIZE] [/left] [size=1] [/size] [left][size=1]So there we have a semi-final listing, not final at all, heh. We still have three more places left, and I've PMed Vertias about the star-sign (semi-final listing went off which sign-ups were finished first and... yeah). The RPG will start on Monday or Sunday, depending on my mood. Sign-ups will remain open until we get the final three, since there's going to be chances for new characters to jump in at any moment. The circumstances in which all the characters meet will be quite free. There won't me a particular meeting place, you can just... bump into each other, or something like that. This means we'll have to be in the same city. This city isn't going to have a name (give it one if you want), but it can have everything. Poor areas, rich areas, trains... so all our characters will be in this city and it doesn't mean you'll have to look up anything about it. Anything and everything can be in this 'city'. Oh ja, and it's fine about the Lightning thing Ezekiel. My character's an Earth element and his powers aren't earthy at all. Anyone who's powers don't really apply to their element, it doesn't matter either. Elements in this RPG will be used for something different... you'll see, but I don't want to confuse you by explaining it here. It's also perfectly fine if your powers are just like your element. And I need a night from those who forgot to put it, any old date as long as it's between your star sign dates ^_^ I'll be back on Monday to check the sign-ups and possibly post the RPG. Thanks guys.[/size] [/left] [/center]

[SIZE=1]Figured I'd join in and ask a question myself. Dunno if this has already been answered but... meh. What about attacks? I'm sure our characters won't know when the Pokemon learns a new attack straight away, all I know is that on the games it pops up and tells you like the levels but in the anime it's... weirder (is it just me or did Charizard learn Ember at one point whilst Charmander knew flame thrower from the beginning? O_o). The only thing I can think of is the Pokemon suddenly does an attack half way through a battle (again I'm thinking of the anime) buuuuuuuut Pokemon don't level up through battles... (wild battles, I mostly mean). I hope I'm not being an annoyance, I'm just not sure how we'd go about Pokemon learning new attacks. And I apologise if the question's already been answered; it's late, dangit >_

[size=1]Sergei wasn't sure he could believe what he had heard from the Professor. He must have been joking! A Pokemon? Lance? Trainers no longer having a heart for Pokemon? Sergei sure didn't keep much track of the world. The Professor [i]must[/i] have been joking. The group arrived at what would probably be the nursery, full of trees, plants and... Pokemon! Sergei couldn't help but smile. Yet, for some odd reason, he still believed it was a joke. Sergei looked up at the Professor for a moment, catching his last words, before the entire group (well, most of them) lunged forward into the nursery. Sergei was pushed forward a little and he didn't try to stop himself. As the other people in the group scattered off in all directions, Sergei decided it [i]wasn't[/i] a joke. He took in his surroundings some more, walking slowly at first. There were so many Pokemon. How was he meant to decide which one he wanted? A fire Pokemon, of course... or maybe after what his brother did for him... a water Pokemon? No. A fire Pokemon. He was sure of it. He shook his head and looked around again, taking off slowly in almost the opposite direction of everyone else. He wanted to find the perfect Pokemon before anyone else got it. Deciding standing around wasn't going to make his desired Pokemon pop out in front of him, he went for a look around the plants. [b]"Wow..."[/b] he said to himself when seeing so many Pokemon near what was obviously a small lake. He saw normal, common Pokemon, and a Nidoran, too. It was no secret that Sergei was incredibly fond of Nidoking's, therefore he always wanted a Nidoran to evolve it. But no, he didn't want to start off with a Nidoran. He had his heart set on a fire Pokemon. Sergei turned away from the lake after taking a good look at all the tamed Pokemon. He caught glimpses of the others, running around and searching as well. Sergei bit his lip for a moment and sighed. He knew fire Pokemon weren't exactly the most common, and the ones that Sergei would normally pick were definitely not the most common. If there were any, it was likely someone would get it before him. He turned around and began walking again, but stopped suddenly. [b]"What the hell..."[/b] he trailed off, stunned by the sight of a [i]flaming monkey[/i] staring up at him. He had no idea what kind of Pokemon it was. He had never seen it before in his life, but looked entirely interesting. Very, very interesting. And it was a fire Pokemon, too! Sergei smiled to himself, thinking that it was probably going to be the Pokemon for him. But then he heard something. A rustling sound. In the corner of his eye he caught another flame. He turned to look, a huge, broad smile spreading across Sergei's face when the Pokemon emerged from the bushes. A Charmander, bearing a rather large flame on its tail. Bright and burning. [b]"Sorry monkey boy, you're not the one for me."[/b] Sergei told the monkey Pokemon apologetically. Charmander was looking at Sergei, a look of curiousity across the lizard's face. Sergei moved towards the Pokemon, slowly, and knelt down. It certainly was tamed. Sergei kept staring at Charmander, realizing that the little creature could evolve into Charizard, a Pokemon Sergei had always wondered about. The prospect of training such a Pokemon was almost the stuff of dreams. [b]"I think you'll do fine."[/b] Sergei said with a smile. He patted Charmander on the top of its head, the Pokemon seemed to agree with Sergei's touch. Finally making up his mind, Sergei touched Charmander again, this time with the Pokeball. He stood up with the Pokeball in his hands, smiling and feeling quite pleased with himself. He looked back for the fire monkey Pokemon but noticed it was gone, that was quite an interesting species, Sergei would definitely have to find out sooner or later what kind it was. He let it pass for now and, instead, proceeded to the meeting room with his new Charmander. [/size]

[size=1]Evenin' folks. Yep, Underground thread. Ask any questions you want. Normally, I'd say you can discuss anything with me over AIM, but the problem is my AIM has somehow gone AWOL for a bit (yeah, I'll download it later). So anything you want to ask, even if it's a small question, please post it here. I don't think I'll have time to reply to PMs either, and it'd good to have it here so others can see it. Ah yes, there's one thing I'd like to mention: [b]the Chapter System[/b]. Those who were in the Brotherhood of the Wolf will know what I'm talking about. Instead of having a fixed chapter system where you have to do everything that's in the chapter, things will run by 'events'. Let's say the characters meet... that'd be the start of a new chapter and I'll just give the chapter random names (and change the chapter name accordingly as we go by). It also means that later on, if you want and you run it by me, you guys can also start new chapters. It's a little pointless having a chapter system if you don't keep to it, isn't it? Not really, I just think it keeps things on track (somewhat) and it should give the RPG a more 'story-like' feel. Have a nice day and ask away ^_^ [b]Update:[/b] Small update. Since it's close to the beginning of the RPG I'd just like to say that your character should meet someone else in the RPG. Anyway you want. Perhaps you can arrange to meet up with some other characters or bump into them, or you can just jump in at any point. Obviously, you'll have to do this carefully so you don't screw it up and make things confusing but that's the solid rule for this chapter; anything goes. Be careful if you're jumping into a situation, but any situation involving any characters is like an open swimming pool; you can jump in at any moment! You can have your character getting clues about others with this power (like mine), you could get weird thoughts or images to do with any aspects of the RPG (other people with powers, the zodiacs .ect)... or you can just run into someone. Freedom is the first chapter, kids! And yeah, I'd like your opinion. I don't want to make this thread into a poll, but please post here about this: [center][b]Should there be a villian in the RPG or not?[/b][/center] I won't put a villian in if I don't get an opinion from you guys on it. For the most part we'll have loads of chances to use our powers... earthquakes, storms, criminals, enemies of our own or even against other characters in small fights. The villian probably won't have powers but I'll make him a pretty ****** up guy to make it interesting. And, of course, he'll have to be somewhat stronger than the average human to be interesting. But, you see, I'm not sure, so I need an opinion ^_~ [/size]

[SIZE=1] For the most part getting off the island for once in awhile was good fun. The tourists at Cinnibar Island only really came to see the volcano, or they weren't even tourists at all. Sergei considered himself lucky, most of the time, to live in such a cool place. But that meant he didn't go anywhere interesting except off the island. Not to mention the family business of selling gifts to people got boring, even though it meant they were well off. Now things were about to change. After recieving a letter from Professor Oak himself Sergei was more than eager to get to Pallet Town. Unfortunately, he had no means of transport and he became worried when the thought of walking across half of Kanto to get to Pallet Town would be his final option. No ferry was leaving the island until a few days, he'd most certainly be late. Sergei sighed, running a hand through his thick red hair before resting his chin on his knees in front of the shore. To be honest, Sergei should've been out there already. He had two brothers and a sister, all of which had Pokemon. His sister worked in the family shop, she wasn't a Pokemon trainer, but she did have a very cute Vulpix she caught right on the island. His other brother was out there in the world, he left at least two years ago taking with him a powerful Magmar he managed to train with his father. The eldest brother, Sybrus, was the first to leave with a Growlithe. Sybrus came back every year to visit, he was back now in fact, but he wasn't a fire trainer anymore, he gave his Growlithe to his other brother and became a water trainer. ...Sergei wanted to be a Pokemon trainer. He was curious to know what Professor Oak had in store for him, and maybe other people. It was rumoured Professor Oak did give out Pokemon... perhaps the rumours were true. Sergei wouldn't know unless he could get there. [B]"Hey,"[/B] a light, smoothing voice said from behind. Sergei looked around quickly seeing a lean, rather tall man with dark crimson hair tied back neatly behind him and a warm smile on his face. Well, speak of the devil, it was Sybrus. [B]"Hey."[/B] Sergei replied gloomily. [B]"Shouldn't you be in Pallet Town? You better get started, or you'll be late."[/B] Sybrus said. [B]"Well I bloody would get started, but I can't actually get there! All the tourist you get there, you'd think they'd have more Ferry's going back and forth..."[/B] Sybrus sat down next to his brother, scratching his chin. He didn't think of that. Even though he was a pretty accomplished trainer, Sybrus wasn't the brightest of them all. Well, he was quite smart, just a little slow. [B]"Well, you know, I could give you a lift."[/B] [B]"All the way to Pallet town?"[/B] Sergei rolled his eyes and shook his head. [B]"It's only across the sea, straight a head. Not too far."[/B] Sybrus smiled, taking out a Pokeball and staring at it. [B]"You and the rest of the family might be disappointed that I decided to pick up Water Pokemon instead of the Fire type, but they come in handy when you need to cross the sea."[/B] A rather broad grin spread across Sergei's face. He looked at his older brother, a little too childish for a teenager of his age, and hoped he wasn't joking. [B]"Go get your stuff Sergei. Blastoise can take us across the water no problem."[/B] Okay, now Sergei definitely enjoyed water Pokemon. He couldn't [I]believe[/I] his brother actually gave him a lift. Granted it took awhile, they had to leave the next day at 4am to get to Pallet in time. It was incredible! Sergei thought maybe his other siblings were a little misguiding in thinking Sybrus' choice in water Pokemon was weak. If it weren't for Sybrus, Sergei wouldn't even be in Pallet town. It was quite cold, even his leather jacket wasn't doing the trick in keeping him warm. Still, he travelled on, taking a look at his surroudings. Definitely nothing like his Island. Colder, as well. Sergei frowned and looked around for any signs of a lab, or anything that remotely looked like on. He spotted one further ahead, and someone else walking into the door. He wasn't sure who, whether they were a boy, a girl or even if they were a child; he was too far away. Raising on eyebrow, Sergei walked towards the lab... if it was a lab, that is. He paused when he was a few steps away from the door. He wasn't sure what the expect, he wasn't even sure if he should be here. If this was going to waste his time, maybe it was a bad idea. Besides, Sergei had aboslutely no idea how he was going to get back home. Maybe he should have thought of [I]that[/I], as well. Drawing aquick breath, he opened the door quickly and stepped in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]lol. You guys do realise that anyone could come along and steal you place even [I]after[/I] a finished sign-up? Unless your name is down already, of course. But it doesn't matter, I definitely like the fact that a lot of people have joined already. Keep in mind that if someone goes for your place, do [I]not[/I] take your sign-ups down. I won't be doing a final listing until after the sign-ups are closed, it'll be based on finished sign-ups, creativity... yeah, you get the idea. And even if you don't get the star sign you might still have a place in the RPG. Sabazi, remember that the images must be real life pictures, I'm afraid. Ginkaze, love your sign-up, but maybe you should add more to your biography section. You can have a sample and a biography, so maybe some background information about your character? And your personality, they're one of the main parts of the RPG, so maybe you could add a little to that. If you want to, that is. I'll be back shortly to edit out the possible typos in my sign-up. [B]Name:[/B] Daniel Anderson [Dani] [B]Age:[/B] 24 [B]Star Sign:[/B] Capricorn - Earth [B]Powers:/Night[/B] [I]January 10th[/I] For almost eleven years Dani (he prefers that name to his real name) has suffered from OCD, or so he was told. Dani himself believed that whatever was wrong with him wasn?t a mental issue. He would suffer from incredibly dark, disturbing thoughts which he didn?t want. In time he learnt to accept this, but it was more like the thoughts controlled [I]him[/I]. He discovered this on the night, it preyed on his mind; control, the dark images, his obsessions and compulsions? then it happened. Now Dani posses the ability to act on his dark thoughts. He can put them inside people?s heads, bring them to life and, his favourite part of his power, to mentally persuade people to act out his own desires, or even worse his long hated obsessions thanks to OCD. This is power is not without his curse. Any image brings back memories in Dani, for one, and it never works for the good of things. He cannot help people, himself and if it is intended to help in some way (like stopping a guard) then it will always be jinxed and backfire? but not always on Dani. In some cases people have been killed when his power has back-fired. [B]Appearance:[/B] [IMG] http://img82.imageshack.us/img82/366/2nk7.jpg[/IMG] Dani Filth?. Ooooh. See also [URL=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/2d/COF_07_2006.jpg]Here with ?make-up?[/URL] and [URL=http://www.cradleoffilth.com/Images/Dan/18.jpg]Here[/URL]. [B]Personality:[/B] Almost eleven years ago, Dani was diagnosed with OCD. He claimed it wasn?t true and anything he experienced was his own fault. This statement made by him, that every dark deed, every horrible image he didn?t want and every obsession he had to control these thoughts, would be the basis for his personality. Dani doesn?t actually believe that there?s hope for anyone. Although that seems a bit cliché for his appearance, he believes this with his soul. He?s the man in the background who sits there making a sarcastic comment, who laughs in the face of heroics and would much rather prefer to get his death over with rather than waste time. He isn?t evil, despite what he says deep down he?s a good man, even if he tells people to f-*** off every now and then. His strong belief that the disturbing images and urges placed in his mind are his own doing have caused him to be quite? well, not the sort of person you should socialize with. He enjoys with all his heart and soul to talk to people, convince them of things they didn?t want to know and share his experiences with them. To be blunt, Dani hates most people. He hates posers, people who pretend to love the dark side, religion, cry-babies, journalists, stereotypes (hence why he doesn?t stereotype himself), shopkeepers, bisexual people for being greedy and, frankly, most teenagers. Dani won?t hurt these people (much) unless they really p*** him off, but he won?t hesitate to tell them to f-*** off if they give him so much as a dirty glance. [B]Biography/Sample:[/B] Daniel Anderson grew up listening to classic rock, rap music and the very occasional metal. He spent most of his days playing football and hanging out with his friends, having fun as a child should have. In high school he decided to pick up the drums and learn them, which he did. For unknown reasons in high school he started developing an obsession with taping beats he had learnt, unbuttoning and re-buttoning the first button on his collar constantly and trying to block out the images in his head, mostly of acts he won?t even repeat as an adult. When Dani was 13, he was told he had OCD. He didn?t accept this fact. There came a time after that when Dani, instead of the medical explanation, accepted the fact that this was who he was. He was a very, very sadistic person whether he liked it or not and he was drawn to the gothic scene from there on. It wasn?t long until he was listening to all types of heavy metal, death metal and everything he thought he?d never like. Dani was given a hard time in school for his choice of music and fashion but that didn?t bother him. The only thing that did bother him was the impulses he got and the obsessions he developed from them. With no one to turn to (or no one he wanted to turn to), Dani got very, very angry. He started getting annoyed at the people he claimed to ?fake? being sinister, stereotypes and people who teased him. Dani became very violent in the final three years of his high school life, losing most of his friends and failing most of his exams, putting his vast intelligence to waste. He was not ashamed of his actions. He felt that his disturbing imagery was the basis for his life and that was who he would be forever. He fell out with his parents and left home when he was 17, never speaking to them again. Dani became involved in groups of people that even the most daring teenagers would not mix with. He didn?t have any girlfriends, only conquests, which was very dangerous for Dani because he let some of his compulsions control him. When one loyal friend, perhaps the only person, suggested Dani was letting his ?divine? thoughts control him, Dani was shocked. One his worst impulses is the overwhelming desire to harm teenagers (strangers mostly). He used to deal with this by tapping a drum beat that required a lot of concentration but the constant tapping made some of Dani?s ?friends? mad. Dani didn?t want to lose them so he stopped. One night, a drunken young teenager was going home from a party. As Dani?s friends joked about teenage stereotypes and fashions, Dani suggested attacking the teenager. His friends, thinking it was a joke, encouraged Dani merely to scare the boy. Dani, however, carried out the act swiftly and horribly. He lost his friends and their respect that night. Once again he was told he was letting his dark thoughts control him, like a puppet and not the master. Dani went home that night and thought about it, he thought about it all night long, getting a strange sensation at one point. He slipped into a dream at about 4am in the morning, waking up late in the afternoon. Although he was still a little shocked about his friends it didn?t stop him from going to the earliest party he could find. There, he joked with a naïve woman and suggested that she cut the word ?desire? into her arm. The woman, laughing, went to the bathroom. She came back and, to Dani?s amazement, had the word desire cut into her arm. As time went by Dani knew something was terribly wrong. His images were not controlling him anymore, most obsessions were going away and he had amazing abilities. He didn?t believe things at first, he didn?t believe he could make the room seem like it was being overtaken by darkness, he didn?t believe he could make a person image they were being attack, he didn?t believe he could play his horrible desires into their heads and place suggestions in their minds. He decided he didn?t need friends, he was his own comfort and his own god. Dani was, at first, very sadistic about his new power. He abused it so many times. One night he didn?t want to pay for his drinks and suggested the bartender pay him instead. This mere suggestion led to an argument with the staff and Dani, just playing around, implanted a few dark violent thoughts. Only a few. This led to almost mass murder in one bar. Dani pretends he intended this, that it didn?t effect him, but it did. Severely. He will not let it show but sometimes he scares himself.[/SIZE]

[CENTER][IMG]http://img112.imageshack.us/img112/9452/giftsandcursestv5.png[/IMG] [SIZE=1]M-LVS[/CENTER] [CENTER][B]ARIES - Fire[/B] MARCH 21 - APRIL 20 [B]TAURUS - Earth[/B] APRIL 21 - MAY 21 [B]GEMINI - Air[/B] MAY 22 - JUNE 21 [B]CANCER - Water[/B] JUNE 22 - JULY 23 [B]LEO - Fire[/B] JULY 24 - AUG 23 [B]VIRGO - Earth[/B] AUG 24 - SEPT 23 [B]LIBRA - Air[/B] SEPT 24 - OCT 23 [B]SCORPIO - Water[/B] OCT 24 - NOV 22 [B]SAGITTARIUS - Fire[/B] NOV 23 - DEC 22 [Excluding Nov. 30] [B]CAPRICORN - Earth[/B] [Vicky] DEC 23 - JAN 20 [B]AQUARIUS - Air[/B] JAN 21 - FEB 19 [B]PISCES - Water[/B] FEB 19 - MAR 20 [B]OPHIUCHUS - Unknown[/B] [Revelation] NOV 30[/CENTER] Those dates are sacred nights for each star sign. Most people don?t believe in astrology; it?s just predictions and star signs, nothing special. During their sacred days nobody notices that it?s their time, the night is theirs and no one else?s not born under their symbol. Nobody sees beyond the world in front of them, stars and gifts are nothing to them because it hasn?t happened yet. In time, the world of astrology will change forever. The most unique specimens of nature will be chosen, specially, and given gifts that will help them in their lives and others. They will be granted powers beyond their imagination as proof that the stars hold more than a glimpse of light. This is the Gift of the Zodiac. Unfortunately, times change. The personality of individuals so many years ago were never really influenced by society and society was never serious enough to influence then. Most Caprricornians, for example, would stay loyal to what their personality and characteristics would be, for the most part, as would any other star sign. When it was decided, by unknown forces, that the gifts were to be given out it was in a time of peace where everything was normal over four hundred years ago. Compared to today, Earth was at more peace than it could imagine. But now society does effect us. People grow up and are influenced by the outside world. Their personalities change for bad or good, they change who they are the keep up with the latest fashions and their very soul is tainted by the disease society invites. Even mental diseases set themselves in, anxiety, anorexia, phobias and behavioural disorders? all examples of everything that is increasing because of how society is changing. The Gift of the Zodiac was given at a very, very bad time. Now because of all these problems present in children the Gift becomes the Curse. Their gifts depend on the chosen one?s mental state and what they are most focused on at the very second? and in today?s world their focus is flawed, guilty, [I]disturbed[/I]. The Gift that was meant to show the world what the stars could do has turned into a weapon of mass destruction. Once these chosen few find out that they are not alone with these gifts, that others have them, jealousy, bitterness and war will sink into their souls and they won?t last a second in each others company. There is a deep, dark secret behind these gifts, darker than the teenagers and young adults who posses them. Amongst the hate, passion and desire they find themselves in, will the meaning behind all this be revealed? Only time will tell, if there is any left after the sinister destruction that lies ahead. [CENTER][B]The Gift and the Curse[/B][/CENTER] On one fateful night you were doing something that you shouldn?t normally be doing. Or maybe it was normal, but it wasn?t normal for other people. You were sat their listening, doing, or even thinking, when something happened. You?re not sure what it was, you?re not sure if it was the cause of your wrong doing or you?re not sure if it was the drugs you had taken? it was just a feeling you had never felt before. Despite this, you go on with whatever it was you were doing and sleep? ?Only to wake up the next morning with powers that connect to the night before. Maybe you were drinking your very first alcoholic drink, and you wake up in the morning noticing that your own spit is alcoholic and quickly intoxicates anyone within range of your very breathe. This causes a problem for you; you?re working to become a child carer, but you can?t if you get the kids drunk by speaking to them. Or maybe you were at the most ear-splitting concert in your life and you felt strange when the singer opened his mouth and unleashed a high-pitched squeal. You let it pass, but when you wake up the next morning and yawn, the mirror shatters. It takes you awhile but then you notice that your voice can produce strange sound frequencies that shatter glass with ease. Your problem is that you?re very, very loud and wanted to be an actor. Not anymore. Perhaps you were a nice, good kid, blowing out your birthday candles. Happy birthday. You sleep, even though it felt wrong, and wake up the next morning. When you sneeze you blow out fire, scorching your carpet. You can breathe [I]fire[/I]. Because of you?re allergies, you?ll be sneezing a lot. Oh dear. [B][CENTER]These are the Gifts and the Curses of the Zodiac. Whatever gift you obtain it has a dark, dark curse beneath it. Or maybe [I]you?re[/I] the curse and your terrible personality will be the downfall. Either way, 13 of you have something in common, 13 of you must find out what it is you have inside you? and 13 of you must resist the urge to destroy each other. Have fun.[/B][/CENTER] [B]Name:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] [13 ? 30] [B]Star Sign:[/B] [Note: If your desired sign is already taken, go for it anyway. Best sign-up wins. PM me for a place other than a star sign if they?re all taken and I?ll see if I can let you in or not.] [B]Powers:/Night[/B] [Night must be between your star sign dates, doesn?t have to be your birthday. Remember, your power has a very, very extreme curse, whether it be the power itself or your character. Also note that it has to link to what your character was doing on the night. Be creative.] [B]Appearance:[/B] [No cartoon/anime pictures please guys, written is fine] [B]Personality:[/B] [This is the interesting part. Every single character must be unique so that characters can clash. Your powers, in a way, will reflect your personality. I don?t want every character to have issues or something, just because your character is nice doesn?t mean they have to have a nice, girly power. Powers can reflect the deeper side of your character that can be revealed later, but the powers, your zodiac element and your personality will all link in later on.] [B]Biography/Sample:[/B] [Biography or a post with your character in it. Don?t care. Length can be anything as long as it?s good and it proves your worth.][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1] [B]Name[/B] Sergei Lazarus [B]Age[/B] 19 [B]Physical Description[/B] [URL=http://img346.imageshack.us/img346/5010/xmensgambitdw2.jpg]Here[/URL] Except, of course, with normal green eyes and doesn't normally look [I]that[/I] full of himself. [B]Personality[/B] A relatively easy, nice person to talk to. He is really the kind of person who judges people too quickly, though he is slightly weay of people he doesn't know enough. Sergei is always willing to give people second chances, if he likes them enough. Other people, such as thieves and bad trainers, he's not so willing towards. Sergei is definitely not a destructive person, once he's won he's won and he won't take the battle any further. Sergei's passionate about Pokemon, he likes to catch the ones that will evolve in powerful creatures (such as Nidoran and Pidgey) and has a lot of respect for Pokemon and other powerful trainers. Despite all this, Sergei has a firey temper. On many occassions Sergei has been known to lose his temper. He isn't very, very dangerous at this point though he does tend to forget that all trainers deserve respect and when the battle's over, it's over. Sergei will sometimes go a little overboard when it comes to punishing bad trainers (even though he doesn't think of himself as the 'person we needs to stop the bad guys and save the world') if he loses his temper. This hasn't become a problem and it probably never will, it just happens to be the one thing he shares on common with his favourite type of fire Pokemon. [B]Pokemon[/B] Charmander[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1].....Oh? Quite a lot of people who talk to me on MSN or AIM know I drink. A lot. Yep, I'm underage. But if my parents buy me some now and then, they obviously don't mind me getting drunk on a Saturday night... right? Whatever, lol. Really, I haven't had chance to sample any good drinks. It's more like "beggers can't be choosers," I have to wait four years until I'm 18 and legal to buy the stuff. Then I'll experiment. If anyone has any cheap, easily-buyable alcohol for me to get my friends to buy, I'm all ears. I'd have to say that the nicest drink, though it's possibly the crappiest and doesn't even resemble alcohol in anyway (taste [I]or[/I] smell), is WKD. Blue. The rest is crap. The reason I like the taste is because it's exactly like the slush puppies I buy, and I [I]love[/I] blue slush puppies. So yeah, crap, but tastes brilliant. In fact, I had three litre bottles this Saturday (they weren't actually mine, I just hope my friend doesn't realise he's missing three) and I still have the empty bottles in my room. It really is quite sad. I spend most of my money on this **** each week, but it's not about being drunk, it's about getting drunk. I won't get drunk on something that tastes nasty. Though... I won't get drunk on WKD, either >_> My favourite would have to be Pure Smirnoff. Not the Smirnoff Ice, not Smirnoff mixed with a little bit a coke, just Smirnoff in a nice big bottle. It's just nice. It burns my throat and tongue and it's hard to get a hold of, but I love it. Normally I never get Smrinoff, but I'd gladly pay three times as much if someone got me a bottle every week. Yum. Actually, to be honest, any kind of Vodka will do me fine, Smirnoff just sounds good.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Okies, sign-ups will remain open until Monday when I'll start this thing. Right now I have no intentions on bugging anyone about sign-up or post quality. There won't be a rejection list since I didn't get as many as I hoped, so... that means you're all in. I'm pretty confident that you guys can role play (some of you I definitely know can ^_~) but if I do have a problem then I'll just send you a message. I don't want to throw anyone out the RPG for bad grammar or whatnot, since that's easy to improve on. Anyways, my sign-up:[/SIZE] [CENTER][B]Romansyutis-Deity-Bruderscahft [SIZE=1]THERIUS[/B][/CENTER] [B]AGE[/B] 1499 [Approx. 2 Earth Years for every Hazredi year] [B]GENDER[/B] Gor There are four genders in Hazredi society: Xri and Xindi, both the equivalent to female. Gor and Q?Nas, equivalent to male. Hazredi are split into too classes, Royalty and Citizens, however the Royal don?t necessarily rule a city/country. Xri and Gor genders are the Royalty on their planet whilst Xindi and Q?Nas are a different class. This system has been kept for years, as different classes cannot breed and therefore don?t see the need to marry. [B]SPECIES[/B] Hazredi [Az-Ray-Dei] [I]Reizahn [Home world] Jedar Prime [Solar System], 1203 [Earth], 249th Century [Reizahn][/I] Hazredi are an ancient species whom have survived and existed for thousands of years without changing. The Hazredi evolved mentally but they did not evolve physically (making their Immortal bloodline undoubtable). The upper class of the Hazredi, for the past hundred years, make a point of keeping their true appearance a secret from non-family members by wearing heavy, large body armour, sometimes with cybernetic implants. The lower class Hazredi do not wear armour and appear to be humaniod, having pointed ears, pale skin and a strange skeleton in which their bones stick out at certain joints (elbow, knees, knuckles .ect). Whether lower class Hazredi and upper class Hazredi look the same is unknown. [B]SECONDARY POWER[/B] Therius, after one hundred years of living, seemed to be unchanged by temperature. Living on a hot planet, his species found the cold unnerving, it was even more likely to kill them than any other species in the region. Therius, however, seemed immune to the affects. Extreme cold and extreme heat (even that heat which his people could [I]not[/I] survive in) became simple obstacles to him and, over time, he became completely immune to them both. His weakness is his strength, Therius cannot feel temperature anymore. Despite the Hazredi belief that a creature needs temperature to survive (a lot like fear), Therius seems to be doing well with his new talent and it turns out to be a huge tactical advantage. [B]WEAPONS[/B] A Hazredi built shield and sword, used by most of the upper class Hazredi warriors. See appearance. [B]APPEARANCE[/B] [URL=http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/022/e/0/Heretic_by_JasonEngle.jpg]Here[/URL] [B]PERSONALITY[/B] As a natural ruler Therius is nothing but bossy and a control freak, so to speak. Although he doesn't try to control the actions of those around him he does tend to be the one trying to give the orders and reacts differently when given demands. Some species claim that the upper class Hazredi have a superiority complex; they [I]always[/I] have to be somewhere near the top. Therius is rather arrogant, another natural reaction for his people, and tends to have certain qualities to that of an overlord. Hazredi have been known to have the traits of evil rulers, though they're not cruel. They can be cruel, but only with good reason. Therius has no, or very little, concept of friendship. He only considers his family worthy enough to even discuss minor personal matters with. He talks only when needed, and when it is not needed Therius has been known to comment sarcastically, adding daunting and grim comments to a situation. He claims to think rationally in bad situation, though others would say he acts more like an Angel of Death. Therius has no concept of hope, luck, chance or any form of belief that would help lighten a situation. He believes on in what he, and the others around him, are capable of. [B]BIOGRAPHY[/B] Therius was born the son of Necronaphemil-Deity-Oltovm, a Military Captain for the Hazredi. As an upper class Hazredi, Therius was introduced to royalty, money, fame and leadership at an early age. At this time the line between the lower class and upper class was very, very thick. Compared to to the upper class lower Hazredi were almost poor. To Therius, this seemed natural. His people survived by ruling over one another and never changing; he had no wish to change that. Therius lost his father at an early age and took his place. Seen as an adult in society, he was made to wear armour at a very early age compared to most, before his body had developed properly. He took his new job in carefully, though since the Hazredi were so arrogant that they didn't feel they were 'low enough' to involve themselves in interstellar conflict there were no wars for decades. Therius became bored of his job and quit, deciding to become a Law Enforcer. This job meant that Therius had to go down into the lower class society, to make sure the King's laws were being obeyed. For the first few years he did this without much change in his attitude towards society, but as the years past the constant beating of lower class society and the unfairness his so-classed ancient planet enforced caused him to change his opinions. By this time, Therius was over a hundred years old and only fifty years away from living the average lifespan of a Hazredi. His secondary powers were starting to develope and he wanted to make some major changes to his world. By law, Therius was allowed to take the Throne to his world by means of proving his superiority. He first had to show his mental skills to the council on his planet, then he was to show his new changes to the planet and, finally, he was asked to prove his physical superiority by defeating the King. Therius was faced with three rounds over three days, he lost the first round and needed to do some serious thinking overnight. As the loser, he was allowed to pick the next arena, and he chose a colder area than normal. Even though Therius did not know about his power, he did know that he was slightly immune to the cold than normal. He won his second bought and, having not recovered from his first defeat, the King lost his third match. Therius became the new ruler. He changed the way society was run and outlived the Hazredi's average livespan by a thousand years. This handy trick from the Immortals ensured his reign to continue, as the Hazredi saw him as an annoited leader, a true superior. Therius became aware that there was something strange going on in his life, something that made him entirely different. His immunity to the cold was becoming much stronger, he even became immune to the most dangerous heat. The Hazredi have not faced the Immortals yet, since they live on the opposite side of the Universe from them. Therius was called to a meeting one day by the famous Cosmorians, a species the Hazredi had immortalised for decades. When Therius was informed of the threat heading towards his people his first reaction was to go home, reassuring the Immortals that his own strength and the strength of his people would prevail. When he was informed that the Cosmorians had been defeated by the Immortals, Therius' views changed, and he agreed to stay with the Cosmorians, under the condition that the Hazredi would survive.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Good, good ^_^ Unfortunately I don't have a computer. I might have it back by Wednesday, which means I won't have a sign-up done until then. I'm just posting so nobody thinks I've forgotten about the RPG itself. I'd also like to say that anyone who is going to sign-up after this post to look at all the other characters beforehand so you can make something completely original. No problems with the sign-ups so far, except Duo and Digi's age. You only have secondary powers after 100 years (Earth years) of living. There's a reason behind this (and everything else) that will be revealed later in the RPG. I'll edit this when I have my sign-up finished. Thanks for joining guys.[/SIZE]

[CENTER][COLOR=red][B][IMAGE HEAVY][/B][/COLOR] [IMG]http://img466.imageshack.us/img466/9938/imperialguarday1.png[/IMG][/CENTER] [COLOR=white]There are creatures alive the Universe older than any other species in existence, creatures whose blood is present in 65% of the Universe?s population. They are the God Fathers existence, a constant reminder that not everyone has to die. They can?t die; because they?ve lived so long reality has been kind of them and granted them the gift of Immortality. They are the Immortals, creatures who cannot die unless killed by one of their own. As time went by the slowly became forgotten in the Universe, their descendants took over and they even forgot their own name. All they knew was who they were and that millions of centuries of superiority had finally paid off. In the 65% of the Universe?s population, only 1% of that number inherit the gift passed down from the Immortals. One member of every species will develop the gift of immortality, they will rarely ever meet another one like themselves and they would most likely develop a second gift, a talent that they were able to develop over the years into something amazing. The Immortals were granted their gift after years of suffering, war and evolution. Sometimes, it didn?t seem fair that 1% of the Universe was allowed such a gift, and much more, just because of their blood line. It was even feared that the 1% would increase over time, rendering everything the Immortals had obtained an easy goal. When the Immortals, still hidden in the far reaches of the galaxy, heard about this they took action. [CENTER][IMG]http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/3673/immortalsinsignia2ot5.png[/IMG][/CENTER] Their plan of action for the Universe was to eradicate all life forms with their blood, not just those who possessed their hard earned gift. With this method they knew that no one else would pop up with Immortality, no one else would be a threat if half the Universe was destroyed. It seemed like a daunting task that would take forever, but with the Immortals executing the task it would be just like a normal war on a normal planet. With their invasion forces, the Immortals quickly spread their forces across the nearby galaxies. Those who didn?t share their blood were ignored, those who did were quickly disposed of. Nobody really saw the Immortals and lived to tell the tale, they were perceived as cold hearted killing machines who only attacked what they found a threat. Many rumours spread about the Immortals, the most popular being that they were robots, an invasion force that scratched the surface of the real evil behind them. Soon enough the Immortals came across a species far more advanced than the rest. Their name was unpronounceable to most species, as was most of their language, so they were simply dubbed the Cosmorians. The Immortals themselves had trouble combating the Cosmorians, what they lacked in Immortality they made up in with mental strength and a strong enough defence to keep the Immortals at bay for decades. The Cosmorian Empire wouldn?t fall easily. [CENTER][IMG]http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/4857/cosmorianinsigniavv5.png[/IMG][/CENTER] Though the battle waged between the Immortals and the Cosmorians there were still enough spare Immortals to continue the conquest across the Universe. Soon enough, the Cosmorians found that they couldn?t even kill the Immortals, so defending themselves was futile. The Cosmorian Empire finally decided to surrender, losing their entire species to the Immortals. Their mission continued. Not all the Cosmorians perished, however. Several of the planet?s most important men had taken refuge with their species? Immortal, underground where their attackers had missed them. They waited for sometime until they were sure it was safe and returned to their planet?s now destroyed surface and made the most of what was left. Although they had nothing except an Immortal on their side, their intelligence allowed them to adapt quickly to their situation. What the Cosmorians could not understand, however, was how quickly the Immortals crossed the Universe and how quickly some species were erased. They noticed that some relatively small species were completely eradicated, not just from their planet but history as well. Drawn to the conclusion that the Immortals were using a form of time travel to complete their mission. With this in mind, the Cosmorians began their plans for a counter-strike against the Immortals. Meanwhile, the slaughter continued? Showing no signs of turning around and going home, the situation with the Immortals and those involved became immense. Some only believed their worlds and their Empires were at risk, others knew that half the Universe was facing a mass murder. Alliances were formed in an attempt to control the Immortal?s spreading terror, species threw their own immortal being at their attacker?s feet but neither changed anything. With their forces spread throughout space and time, the Immortals could truly wipe out 65% of the Universe. When it seemed like there wasn?t a hope in sight, the few Cosmorians left launched their counter strike. They contacted the few species they knew would have an Immortal in them, hunted those Immortals down and brought them back to their home world, Cosmoria. Fifteen species were brought back to Cosmoria as leaders and key members of the new Empire that would form, those fifteen aliens happened to be some of the oldest of their species due to their immortality. They second gift had already developed centuries ago; they would be a key part of the Imperial Guard. The Imperial Guard was formed right under the Immortal?s noses, it would soon become an Army, defending the royalty of all mortals. After mastered their time travelling techniques, the Imperial Guard became a much bigger movement, taking in unique aliens from all of space [I]and[/I] time to combat the spreading threat. As the Imperial grew, regiments were enforced that would be spread out across the cosmos whenever the Immortals showed themselves. [CENTER][IMG]http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/4946/cosmoriagp0.png[/IMG][/CENTER] [CENTER][B]Welcome to Cosmoria,[/CENTER][/B] Your are here because you are unique. You were born with the blood of the Immortals inside you and something in your life triggered the awakening of a certain substance that would, in time, make your body completely invulnerable except by Immortal hands. You cannot die by age, you cannot kill yourself, you can only be killed by those who share your gift. Like most of the descendant Immortals, you have developed a second gift, a special ability that puts you ahead of everyone else. This also puts you ahead of the enemy. You have been chosen to fight for the Universe against these invaders, to defend mortal men when they cannot defend themselves. Your immortality and your second gift are an advantage, only you are strong enough to stop them. [B]The Persian Immortals[/B] is your regiment name, this regiment is the first team to specialize in time travel. We will send you across the Universe and across time to combat the Immortals whenever necessary. There is another gift, that even you will want, if you complete your missions. However, it must be noted that once you take a step through the time portal into another world you have a signed a contract with us. You will not be able to leave the Imperial Guard after that. Good bye and thank you.[/color] [CENTER][color=white][B][FONT=Fixedsys]SIGN UP[/B][/FONT] [FONT=Fixedsys]Section A[/FONT][/CENTER] [SIZE=1][B]Name, Code Name, Age and Gender.[/B] A fairly straightforward section, simply fill in your name, a code name, your age and your gender. No species will be human, so gender is completely up to you (be creative). Age should be counted in Earth Years, however, so we don?t confuse anyone. Not that it matters much, since your character will be immortal.[/SIZE] [CENTER][FONT=Fixedsys]Section B[/FONT][/CENTER] [SIZE=1][B]Species, Solar System, Planet and Century.[/B] Your species cannot be human. Be creative, include all the pros and cons about your species, as much detail as you want really. The solar system and planet are completely up to you, as well, you can provide as much or as little detail as you wish to it. For your time line (Century), please put what year it would be on [B]Earth[/B], and then the year it is on your planet. [I]Example: [Earth] 1992, [Cosmoria] 7890.[/I][/SIZE] [CENTER][FONT=Fixedsys]Section C[/FONT][/CENTER] [SIZE=1][B]Weapons, Items and Secondary Power[/B] No limit for weapons or items. Your secondary power will only be developed if you have been an Immortal for over one hundred years, the older you are the more developed your secondary power will be. This is just to make characters more interesting, I don?t really want anything massive that makes your character too powerful (even Immortals can die, remember). Try and be creative.[/SIZE] [CENTER][FONT=Fixedsys]Section D[/FONT][/CENTER] [SIZE=1][B]Appearance, Personality and Biography.[/B] Picture or description is fine for your appearance. Your personality should be at least two paragraphs long, you can also be as creative as you want in this field. Your character can look like anything, just remember you have to play that character throughout the entire RPG, so don?t make their appearance too difficult (a 60ft green blob would be difficult, see). Your biography must be at least three paragraphs, though really, it shouldn?t be hard since your character will have had a pretty long life.[/SIZE] As you can see, I?ve done my sign up sheet a bit different from normal. You can fill it out in a standard form of your own, or write a character snippet with all the information, or just do it section by section. It really doesn?t matter as long as the information is there. You?ll still need to spend two paragraphs on describing your characters personality if you chose to do a post involving them, though. I won?t be too strict on the length rule, if you do one good paragraph and it?s a good paragraph then I?ll let you off ^_~ I?ll have my sign-up up here shortly. This RPG is pretty free for all characters, go nuts guys.[/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][I]OOC: ?Kays guys, wanna get the ball rollin? again? This?ll be, unfortunately, a short post. Since I left a huge gap between the RPG, this could be somewhat like a second introduction for those who are lost. All that matters now is that your character is in Paris from all groups. Let?s hope I don?t cause any confusion myself, heh. Watch out shortly for those still taking part, something interesting will happen soon ^_~[/I] ---- Taima brushed a strand of his long, black hair out of his face and reached for the tea in front of him, taking a sip. It was refreshing and made him felt warm on such a cold, cold morning (he was lucky to find a place that was open, and lucky the waitress understood his butchered French). He set down his tea and ruffled a newspaper in front of him, reading over the first page and concentration on the photograph taken of footprints and other strange marks around an empty spot in the gallery, where the Mona Lisa was. Taima scanned the page of his newspaper, writing down a few notes occasionally and trying to translate the paper. He rubbed his eyes for a moment. Lack of sleep wasn?t doing him any good. He really needed to get this over with soon and put his head down for once. Well, he mentally told himself that there was no point in complaining, and decided to look back at his paper. [B]Five deaths, two injured. Entrance unknown. Two of the dead suspected to be the original victims. Mona Lisa destroyed after the murder.[/B] Sighing, Taima folded up his newspaper and took another sip of his tea. He was sure that there was a lot more information hanging around out there for him and his Brotherhood to find, before it was destroyed. No doubt the Society were present. No doubt the Hunters were lurking, as well. Dangerous. Maybe if they didn?t know he was a Brother then [I]neither[/I] sides would decrease Taima?s chances of solving the mystery with the Brotherhood. And he had figured out a way to get more information. He always wanted to be a reporter? well, not really, but now it seemed somewhat interesting. He decided to call up the rest of the Brotherhood, who were currently residing in a Hotel just across the street (well, a little further). Taima had left them sleeping whilst he went about his own business, mostly reading newspapers. The meeting in their HQ and now the sudden flight to Paris probably wasn?t doing his friends any good, either. He took out his phone, the one which the Brotherhood?s provider had given him, and dialled the number for the Hotel. [B]?Hello, this is Tala Taima, I believed I reserved several rooms for my friends?? Yes, that?s right. Taima. Would it be possible for a message to be passed on to the? Everyone of them, that?s right. Could you please tell them to meet me at Louvre entrance in five hours? Yes, that [I]would[/I] be Midday. Thank you.?[/B] To be polite, Taima waited for the person to hang up first. He gave himself a satisfactory nod and went back to his newspaper, hoping his fellows would indeed meet him at the appointed time before the Society got their hands on the evidence.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]...Right, okay, fine. You'd get torn a part here anyhow. But, in the good spirit of things (lmao) I'll end this nicely. Actually I'm kidding. I honestly don't care anymore, I just want to kill your character. And, sorry to burst [I]your[/I] bubble, but if you think RPGing is all about writing in future tense, abusing commas, abusing full-stops, constantly using mana.... then you're much more n00b than I, or ANY OtakuBoards RPGer, ever has and ever shall be. Note the word Role Play. You play your character, their experience, their thoughts... you didn't do that once. I have no idea what your character is like. Is that Role Playing? No. That's... cheating =p You shouldn't be fighting with flashy attacks, constantly beating my character over the head, you should be fighting [I]me[/I]. You should be battling against my creativity, my own style, and trying to defeat not only the character I am playing as, but the mind behind it. That's sparring; that's a real battle for real Role Players. This was't right. Eskara felt like dying right now. He couldn't even predict with his maths skills when he would die, he was just unsure. Why wouldn't it go away? He didn't like the pain. He just wanted to hurt others because of it. He just wanted to see them dead. Well, maybe this man should die a painful death. He had inflicted a pain upon Eskara that he didn't like. He was no better than the scientists. This man was no better than Eskara killing so many others. He felt the man looming over him, felt his glare and everything he was. Eskara wasn't going to die. He looked up painfully, seeing that the man was raising a large, in fact huge sword above his head, ready to strike down on Eskara. Eskara looked at him, helplessly, almost like a puppy. He couldn't escape with this pain. Not unless he ignored it. And he did. He tried his hardest, ignored the horrible, chilling feeling throughout his skill, and rolled to the side in the long grass, narrowly missing the blade as it thudded down powerfully into the ground. Attacking fast, Eskara thrust his boot at the man, catching his hand, causing him to drop his sword. Eskara stood up, shakily, his jaw glued together trying to force out the pain in his mind. He looked at the man coldly, and managed to utter a few words. [B]"You should have just left me alone..."[/B] he said, barely able to get the words out. He jumped forward, leaping for the man. The young man himself revealed another blade, slashing it towards Eskara, catching his arm and creating a large, deep gash in Eskara's arm from his shoulder and almost down to his wrist. Eskara gasped at the new pain and tripped over, toppling on his head, clutching his arm, closing his eyes. [B]"Your government has quite a bounty on you..."[/B] The young man loomed over Eskara once more, who was still paralysed over the pain. The man knelt down beside him, taking off Eskara's glasses. Eskara paused. He forgot why he was on the floor and instead became incredibly insulted, incredibly hurt.... incredibly angry. He saw his sunglasses fall before him and felt the young man remove his bandana, before rising up with his sword placed above Eskara's head. Eskara stared at the reflection on his own scarred face in his sunglasses, a cosmetic surgrey he had attemtped himself to remove the imaginary uglyness. He felt a hate for the assassin that would kill him, a hate that he really couldn't control. He turned, looked at the young face, his blue hair and eyes, before attacking. Eskara's boot went forcefully into the young man's stomach, catching him off-guard, making him drop his sword. Eskara rose to avoid the blade and took the boy by his hair, raising him just above himself and off the ground. [B]"Now you pay the price of the bounty on my head."[/B] Eskara snarled, bringing the boy close to his face, close enough to see the damage of thirty years. Eskara pushed the boy back and pulled his own head back before having them meet in one disturbing, awful crash. Eskara's weakened metal plate inside his head hit the man on the nose, breaking it, putting blood on the young man and on Eskara's face. Eskara drew his head back again, smashing it into his enemy's face once more, and again, and again... again again... So many times. It left the young boy unconcious... or dead. Eskara looked at him for a moment, wondering what he had done. He soon figured out he didn't care. Those who died deserved it, as did those who lived. But they didn't have to be dishonoured. He lay the young man down in the grass, in the wake of the Devil's Gate and left it at that. Picking up his glasses, his bandana and his pride, Eskara decided he wasn't a philosopher. He was warrior and, really, he should go back to fighting with his people.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]....Did you just call me cowardly? LMAO. Hold your horses. A post limit tests you ability. Put all your creativity into just a few posts, not to mention, it'd stop you from killing me in two posts. I will try not to be mean, as that really, really would be breaking the rules. I apologise to all the moderators for doing this but I promise the end the Spar right here so I won't cause a problem. Firslty, [i]humans cannot use mana[/i]. Mana is fictional. I had to bullshit my way outta your little trap, but at least my way actually exists. Nobody walks around using mana to create huge, massive orbs and freeze people. Nobody acts out the Secret of Mana games and expects it to be reality. Sorry, mate, but this was a semi-realistic Spar. You broke the rule, because Mana is not [I]real[/I]. Lowered the thermal energy? That'd god-like. Lowering it so my character [i]cannot react[/i]? I'm sorry, but didn't you say your style makes it so the other character can fight back? You might as well control my character, because I can't do anythingl. How is it fair to render my character completely helpless? He is not [I]your[/I] character to render helpless. If you took away the kinetic energy then it wouldn't be absolute zero. Or at least, my character wouldn't be in it. For it to be aboslute zero inside my character, or even on his skin, one must assume that the cold must move throughout my character's body. But wait, it can't, nothing can move. So... what is it? Absolute Zero or no moving? Make up your mind. I'm no expert, but I don't think that's real. Besides, Mana doesn't exist to cause something like this to happen. Okay, so I can't move or do anything. My character is basically dead. And that is not god modding... how? I don't think so mate. I said you will play by our rules. I must ask you, maybe you could stop inforcing your own rules and play by ours? I don't mind your style, but I do mind you being all-high-and-mighty, saying you're so much better, when you can't adjust to a simply rule as the way we see god modding. Prove you're better, fight by our rules and not rules from another board. This is OtakuBoards, I don't think anyone would agree to that. We don't play like that. Would you like it if we all came to your forums and sparred like this? Would you like it if we didn't play by the rules you set? No. You wouldn't. And I'm sorry for being mean, I truly am, but I'm just defending myself. I really don't think insulting me is called for. An eye for an eye. I won't argue my own point again. I said ten posts, I [i]mean[/i] ten posts. Your attack is void. My character is alive, and we're going to keep fighting this. Do you want to? If you want to keep fighting me, then go ahead. If you don't, then I'll simply end the Spar and [i]your[/i] character will die. Not mine, yours, and I'll win. [B]Mods: Guys, I'm so sorry if I went overboard with this, if I did then just give the word and my argument will be deleted. I just felt I had to defend myself and I apologise if I made a mess for you to clean up.[/B] [B]Post Number: 3[/b] Eskara had his enemy right where he wanted him. He was hurting him with his sleeper hold, and almost putting him to sleep, hence the name. He tightened his grip on his enemy, pulling his wrist for better leverage. Eskara really did like this move, it was such a joy to use it and listen to the pains of his enemy's choking. Listen to them choke for once, helpless... dying.... Sometimes, they should be allowed to suffer... sometimes they shouldn't be allowed to die in an instant. But this guy... Eskara didn't know him enough to make him suffer more than he needed to. It wasn't nescessary. It was uncalled for, it was against everything he learnt. So a sleeper hold would end it, at least he hoped. Why would such a young man be doing this? No doubt the government wanted to rid Eskara in the hopes that it wouldn end the war in their favour... no, Eskara would not die by governments hands. Nor by any other humans. Then there was a severe, terribly, almost insane pain in his head. The metal was causing problems after being frozen. He tensed up, choked on his own breathe, and his foe took his chance. The young lad seemingly knocked Eskara off of him, sending the soldier to the ground, on his knees, grasping his head and hair, yelling inside his mind. He was vulnerable again and he hated. The pain reminded him of those days. All those years ago. He was hurting so bad but he couldn't get up, not even when he felt his enemy looming over him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]OOC: Apologies for controlling your character, but remember I said I would be doing my own style of fighting. As a story format, it involves more than one character. Otherwise, I?d be A) Constantly attacking and never mentioning your character, or B) Making incredibly short posts. See, as a story and a duel, it involves two characters. I left my character completely vulnerable after one little attack, is that god modding? No. Using ?mana? in a semi-realistic spar and freezing my character completely seems a bit god like to me. If I keep your character in-character, and keep the fair play rule, then I?m not really causing much of a problem. Freezing my character, [I]WHO IS HUMAN[/I], doesn?t seem very fair, does it? I?m not sure if I should have allowed you to get away with a non-human character. This spar doesn?t end until we?ve had ten posts. I?m sorry to argue in an OOC, but to get out of this I?ll have to do a little God Modding myself. New rule: All attacks apply to [I]humans[/I], if a human cannot escape/survive the attack then the attack is void. I?ll try to exclude this attack and simply bullshit my why out of it. Remember, this match MUST LAST TEN POSTS EACH. You can kill my character as much as you like but I?m afraid he?ll be back until the ten posts are up. [B]Post Number:[/B] 2 Eskara?s body was frozen and he felt very cold. He wasn?t sure how it happened, nothing in his life had even happened like this. He was sure it was a mind trick, sure it was something creeping up again. Maybe it was all a figment of his imagination? maybe it wasn?t real. It didn?t matter. Eskara wasn?t going to die in absolute zero. He could hear, or maybe just see his enemy faintly laughing to himself. He wouldn?t laugh for long. Eskara couldn?t close his eyes, but he imagined he did. There was something he knew, something that had happened to either him or humanity, that would render absolute zero child?s play. He knew he was capable of it, if there was one thing he was given that was good it was the ability to survive. Humans were good at survive. Even science helped them survive. The blood cells would sometimes burst at absolute zero, but not this time. Glycerol, a substance that an Antarctic insect used to as an antifreeze in its bloodstream would stop Eskara from dying by means of his blood cells exploding throughout his body from thee rapid expansion of the ice crystals forming inside. The blood began to move again, the little oxygen allowed him to keep his heart beating for longer? and as a soldier, he was very good at holding breath. What other substances did Eskara?s body behold? He wasn?t sure, he just knew that humanity?s need for survival by science was working. He began to move again. His body seemingly had enough inside him to heat up absolute zero, effectively bringing kinetic energy back to his body, and allowing him to move enough to breathe properly. He broke out of it, slowly but surely, moving himself as much as he could. It wasn?t much progress. After what seemed like an eternity, Eskara found himself free of whatever caught him, collapsing on his knees and slowly moving his joints like he had just been frozen for years. [B]?Didn?t count on us? soldiers having? glycerol in our? bodies, did ya??[/B] He stuttered, his jaw barely moving. [B]?I guess we? figured a few things out from nature. Us Polish guys may be the victims of medical science? but damn, it really does do some good. I managed to get my body moving in absolute zero? that?s called? I dunno, magic or something.?[/B] He felt his forehead was still cold, somewhat like brain freeze. The metal in his skull was still frozen, it would be dangerous to attempt an attack with his head. Though it wouldn?t be dangerous to use his other body parts. He stood up, taking a rock up with him as he did so. It was a heavy, large rock, and he knew his enemy could see it in his head. Grinning, almost snarling at him, Eskara ran forward. He pretended to throw the rock once, a dummy. His enemy put up a fighting stance, and let it down the instant he saw no rock coming. The Eskara launched it while his guard was down. The rock hit the man at tremendous speeds at the side of his head. Eskara was proud of his rock throwing. Still ached by his muscles, he forced himself forward as fast as he could, promising he would have a rest soon. Whilst the man was still unaware, Eskara side-stepped behind him, leaping up and locking his legs around the man?s waist and locking the man?s head in a very, very powerful head lock. Eskara?s size meant tremendous weight, choking down on the man in a sleeper hold. [B]?My muscles are still a bit frozen now they?re relaxed. S?your own fault.?[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][I]OOC: Eh, not being a pest or anything, but would it be okay if you wrote in present tense? That or? make it a little clearer if my character/your character does or doesn?t do something. I?m not saying change your style or anything just asking if you could possibly make it a bit easier to read. No offence, I definitely meant none. If you don?t want to I that?s fine. And I hope you don?t mind my post, but this is the way I do things.[/I] [B]Post Number: 1[/B] Eskara got a feeling that something was really, really wrong. The field before him seemed to darkened, even beneath his blue tinted glasses. He was compelled to lift them up and see if the field really was darkening, but he was already unsure of the land around him. The concept of others seeing him without his glasses on scared him to the core. He turned, just for a moment, unsure of what made him do so, to caught the smallest glimpse of a figure before him. Strange shades of blue, something Eskara had never actually seen in his life, and Eskara had seen a lot. Thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him and that one of his mental disorders were arising again, Eskara closed his eyes and breathed. He opened them slowly, only to find he had collided with something. Or something had collided with him. In the brief moment he opened his eyes there was a light. Eskara didn?t know which direction it came from, he only knew that it had hit him at tremendous force and sent him onto the, crashing on his shoulder into the dirt. A moment passed in which Eskara lay still. He always did that, when hit by something he was unsure of he would stay still just in case it hadn?t passed, or in case it made him feel dizzy for a few moments. Breathing slowly, fed up of the constant fighting he had to do, he opened his eyes and stared at the grass from a few moments. He stood, angry and offended, to face the figure he had thought he saw. And he was right. There was someone there. He circled the shoulder he fell on and grunted. [B]?Why did you do that??[/B] He asked, the corner of his mouth twitching angrily. He received no reply from the relatively young looking man, which could have set Eskara off in a rage. [B]?I asked you a question. [I]Why?[/I]?[/B] Eskara repeated, barely in control of his anger. He turned and ran towards the figure at a speed that only the military could match. Eskara was even surprised how quickly he had ran towards the young man. In a few moments Eskara had thrown a punch forward (almost tripping, mind you), intended to implant it on the blue haired man?s face. Mildly started, the man simply grabbed Eskara?s fist and lightly guided it to the side. Eskara took his chance. He snatched away from his enemy?s grip and grabbed him by the collar, pulling the man forward and thrusting his own forward into the man?s skull. But he had taken himself off guard somehow. Eskara toppled backwards over his own feet and his skull cracked against the ground. Because it was the back of his head, Eskara found himself in immediate pain, rolling over and gripping his hair in agony, finding himself somewhat helpless for the moment.[/SIZE]

[Spar] Devil?s Gate [M-LV] This is a Spar between myself and HyperZeroX [B][CENTER]Location [SIZE=1]Devil?s Gate[/B] [I]It?s getting dark. The sky above is tainted red, pink and orange as the sun slowly disappears behind the rock formation that was warmly nicknamed the Devil?s Gate. One look at the rocks would justify its name; a gateway stretching up to the sky, red and orange behind it from the sunset. If you stand some distance away from it, in the long wiry grass and amongst the few awkwardly shaped trees, you can still see the Gate looming in front of you, like it?s at the end of a tunnel, just looming there? waiting. Waiting in the middle of a deserted grassy area that would soon be pitch black.[/I][/CENTER] [B]Post Number:[/B] N/A There wasn?t really anything spectacular to see to the normal person, but to Eskara, who had spent all his life in Warsaw amongst the ruins and disturbances of the 3rd Wold War, the Devil?s Gate was a true beauty. He wasn?t exactly sure how he got to such a place, nor was he sure how far from home he was? right now it didn?t matter. He was more pre-occupied by the way it looked. He walked forwards, running his hands over the tips of the long grass towards the two rocks that looked like a large, dominating gateway. The sun was setting, or at least that?s what it looked like beneath his tainted blue glasses. Quickly, he glanced around for any indication that there were people watching him. After just a few seconds of glancing around, he lifted his sunglasses from his eyes revealing deep blue orbs with scars, cut down from the side of his eyes and under them from his nose. The sunset made the rocks look like they were guarding hell. It was like fire inside it, not very violent fire, mind you, just fire. Eskara replaced his glasses and smiled. He loved it. For some reason, he loved the fire and flames it made. Maybe, when the war finally finished, he?d bring his friends and his fellow warriors here, as a treat. The probability of them winning the war was a nice, solid, 89.2%. The government would leave them alone once they won. For Eskara, it was a personal war. Beating the horrible law that had been enforced wasn?t just winning a battle, it was winning over his own problems. That?d be a great triumph for him. He suddenly heard a twig snap and was immediately drawn to the trees (where else would a twig be snapped?). He stared to his left for a moment, where the sound had been heard and moved forward, cautiously. Anyone who followed him could not be trusted. Either they were the enemy or they were his friend who had breached a command. That didn?t make Eskara happy at all. [I]OOC: Short post to start off.[/I][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Alrights, it'll be okay. I really don't mind the Lagoonarian thing, I'm just hoping any magical aspects won't play a big part as I'm more of a realist Sparrer ^_^;; I'll have the actual thread up in half an hour or so in the Adventure Arena. Instead of making yet another thread, we can use this sign-up thread for OOC discussion if you like. Just in case there will be any OOC discussion nescessary (also note I don't tend to check my PMs and often forget about them). See you in the Square.[/SIZE]

[Spar] Devil?s Gate [M-LV] This is a spar between myself and HyperZeroX. [CENTER][B]Rules and Conditions[/B][/CENTER] [SIZE=1][B]Characters[/B] Characters must be from either from the past or future; no present day characters, I find them boring. Also note that, if taken from history, the character must be accurate to their origin. Characters must be kept to a realistic level, no ten foot mercenaries with metal spikes on their arms and one eye that can see through everything but led. Human characters only, and by that I mean they should be everything humanity is with only a few adjustments. For example, no superhumans allowed, but genetically modified humans with increased strength would be perfectly fine. It doesn?t matter how your character got to the location, it?s just really for fun. [B]Posting[/B] No word limit. Since I specialize in storytelling, I?ll be posting in a story format. You can post how you want, I don?t mind. Ten posts each, the first posts don?t count. After your first post it?d be helpful if you include the number of your post somewhere. Ten post isn't for definite, could elt it go on longer. [B]Judging[/B] I haven?t actually got any judges sorted out yet, but as the Spar goes on I?ll PM three moderators or three Role Players if I can?t get a hold of the mods. Now I?ve tried not to be biased with the judging rules, but I did say it would be a spar the way we spar. We?ll be judged on: 1. Characters We will be judged on our character?s creativity, keeping to your character and your opponent?s character in the spar, keeping to the character rules and also keeping to your character?s origin, which I think may be an important part. 2. Sparring Technique This applies for both my storytelling style and your own style of fighting. Maybe you?d like to lay down some rules in your sign-up about your own style so the judges may have some idea of what to expect. Mostly we?ll be judged on how clearly we write/present the fight, how realistically the fighting is (i.e.: ?He leaped twenty feet in the air, did a triple backflip and landed on one finger laughing? S?not very realistic, eh?). 3. Fair Play Most important in my opinion. We?ll be judged on how fairly we fight. This includes no making your character an ultimate god, not having your character dominate the fight and respecting your opponent?s techniques, abilities .ect. For example if you put that your character specializes in blocking overhead attacks and I wrote that my character smashed you over the head with his shield, I?d be breaching the fair play rule and it would be a point against me for judging.[/SIZE] [CENTER][B]Location [SIZE=1]Devil?s Gate[/B] [I]It?s getting dark. The sky above is tainted red, pink and orange as the sun slowly disappears behind the rock formation that was warmly nicknamed the Devil?s Gate. One look at the rocks would justify its name; a gateway stretching up to the sky, red and orange behind it from the sunset. If you stand some distance away from it, in the long wiry grass and amongst the few awkwardly shaped trees, you can still see the Gate looming in front of you, like it?s at the end of a tunnel, just looming there? waiting. Waiting in the middle of a deserted grassy area that would soon be pitch black.[/I] The Devil?s Gate is a natural rock formation in Wyoming and was a significant landmark in the Mormon Trail. The area is full of plants, tall, dead grass and a few trees, all which lead up to the two large rocks that seemingly look like a Gate (hence, the name). Your character isn?t sure how they got there (or maybe they are, up to you) and at some point in the Spar it?ll turn to night time. If you?re unsure what I mean by the Devil?s Gate? uhh? I dunno, Google it or something. [B]Sign-up[/B] Name: Age: Origin: Fighting Style: Special Moves: Weapons: Personality: Appearance: Biography: [Add anything you want][/CENTER] [B]Name:[/B] Murphy D.L. [Eskara] [B]Age:[/B] 39 [B]Origin:[/B] Warsaw, Poland: 2107 [B]Fighting Style:[/B] Eskara has no defined fighting style. He primarily uses a mix between wrestling and Tae Kwon Do, though he doesn?t have any medals or belts in either. Eskara may not have any medals in either style but he is incredibly talented in them. Combined with military tactics from the war, Eskara will start off slowly, not fighting back as much. As time goes by, Eskara will become increasingly violent towards his opponent and inflict talented and damaging attacks on his enemies. [B]Special Moves:[/B] [I]Head butt[/I] Eskara has no moves that differ from his normal ones, except using his head. After an accident during the war, the front and top of his skull was replaced with hard metal, making damage to his forehead and the top of his head ineffective. Eskara?s favourite move is to grab the opponent by the collar, neck or the back of their head and force them into his skull. As a result, Eskara?s head butt can break noses, smash eye sockets and, in all, cause a lot of damage but has left the back of his skull weakened. [B]Weapons:[/B] None [B]Personality:[/B] Eskara is a very, very complicated person. He suffers from a variety of mental disorders inflicted upon him at an early age by the Medical Society in Warsaw (without his knowledge). Even though he has managed to control and even rid himself of some, Eskara still suffers from Body Dysmorphic Disorder (BDD), Kleptomania and a strange form of autism that was probably brought on by the science experiments. As a result of all this, Eskara is very, very intelligent, mathematically more than anything else [A result of Autism, a 'Savant'].. That aside, Eskara likes prove that the disorders don?t effect him. He is constantly getting back up when being hit down, tries to never let his ego get bruised and, overall, tends to be very straightforward about the comments he makes. He seemingly never stops talking to even his enemies, either trying to enrage them or keeping himself occupied. After his own suffer, Eskara likes to talk about his enemies suffering. With his intelligence he finds it easy to figure out the mental weaknesses and exploits them, talking constantly about them even when he?s attacking. If Eskara gets angry himself, and vicious, he insults and calls the opponent whilst he?s attacking. Although his one mental disorder developed his mathematical intelligence, his experiences have left Eskara himself vulnerable. Comments on his appearance, or his experiences to those who know of them, can cause him to become preoccupied and easily distressed. [B]Appearance:[/B] Standing at a impressive 6?4 with a very heavy build, Eskara is was the biggest in his regiment. He dresses in black combat trousers, torn and worn (rumour has it they?re his only pair) and steel toe-cap military boots, also worn and torn. Eskara wears a plain black, baggy t-shirt with a white star on the front, hanging over a large black military belt. He wears a long-sleeved leather jacket, ripped almost in pieces over this, with the same white star on the black. Being a victim of BDD, Eskara is paranoid about the way his face looks. Because of this he wears a bandana over his mouth, sunglasses on his eyes to hid the scars and his imaginary obsession and ties his long black hair back in an attempt to cover his ears. [B]Biography:[/B] [I][Brief][/I] Born Murphy D.L. in Warsaw during a disturbing age for humanity, Murphy was sold to the Medical Society as a carrier for the many mental diseases present today. The Society didn?t know what the effects of the disorders, all in one, would be, and intended to study them from an early age. The current affairs in the world meant that no one cared about the safety, or pain, a human boy would go through. Murphy grew up with a hell of a lot of mental disorders. No one gave him any help, it was only important that he was kept alive. When Murphy was 15 years old he became aware of the affairs in the world, an on going World War that was tearing the planet a part. Murphy was told he would be taken to London, England, and disposed of. A new law had been put in place stating that all illnesses were to be eradicated as a symbol of humanity?s impending ?Golden Age?. During his transport to London, Murphy escaped with a few other former test subjects under the impression that he shouldn?t be killed as the illnesses, which he had only recently been aware of, were forced upon him. The escapees fled back to a broken Warsaw and hid away, in which Murphy became aware of two disorders. Firstly, the autism that had been inflicted on him was nothing like what was known. Instead of being compelled to stick to a schedule, Murphy developed an amazing mathematical and tactical mind. He also found out the second disorder that would shape his life, BDD. He became obsessed with mirrors and permanently scared his face in an attempt to correct his physical flaws. Years passed and Murphy became compelled to rid himself of the problems he had. At the age of 23, Murphy?s twisted form of autism gave him to capability to rid himself of those disorders except three. Angry at the way the world was treating the problems of their brothers and sisters, Murphy started a campaign under the name Eskara (given to him because of the scars on his face and arms) which slowly turned into a regiment. In the years that followed Eskara was part of a small battle in the World War (3rd), fighting with other people like him. On many, many occasions Eskara proved how his autism was a good thing and even his kleptomania came in handy. When the war reached a turning point and his side were winning, Eskara took some time to himself to think about his own future and later woke up at the Devil?s Gate, with no idea what he was doing there.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Omg, pretty people ;_ ; Normally I'd be pretty damn paranoid and scared about posting my picture on the internet, especially OB, but I thought what the hell. I don't actually give a flying **** about the way I look, I've never worn make-up, never really been bothered about my hair getting a mess in the wind... yet, somehow, I'm scared of pictures. Which is why there's only three of me, that I know of XD I don't walk around with a scarf over my mouth, I just won't have a picture taken unless you can't see either my eyes or below my nose. I hate my nose and eyes. Be nice =([/SIZE] [CENTER][IMG]http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/3672/mecu2.png[/IMG][/CENTER]

[SIZE=1]She. =p EDIT: I finished the line art and did a little shading to the pic I'll be using. Should be finished soon. [url]http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/6414/character3bm9.png[/url] --- [B]Name:[/B] Eskara ?Scarface? Kedamono [B]Alias:[/B] Scarface [B]Age:[/B] 91 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Weapons:[/B] None [B]Species:[/B] Mantadorian [B]Personality:[/B] Scarface lives by the philosophy ?kill or be killed?, though he doesn?t actually kill people unless necessary (either due to the fact he thinks it?s wrong or he doesn?t want to get arrested? it?s mostly about being arrested). Generally he?s a nice person to get a long with, if not a little too violent. Towards his friends, the few he has, he?s alright and not as violent. Sometimes he can be a little harsh, especially when it comes to pointing out flaws in a plan. Towards criminals and whatnot, Scarface is constantly making crude jokes, mocking them and getting the job done as easily as possible. Scarface has no particular fighting style, it?s mostly a combination of wrestling and karate and is used to fighting in large arenas (such as cities) for the entertainment of his people. [B]Short Bio:[/B] Scarface grew up on his home planet and joined the police force when he was very young. The Mantadorians believed in harsh punishments and concluded that talking was not an option. Scarface understood that. He learnt a Mantadorian form of karate in the police force but was soon drawn to the Grand Tournament; a large tournament held all across Mantadorian as the main entertainment. Scarface entered after resigning from the force and, in one of his first matches, gained the nickname Scarface. Whether or not he actually has any scars other than the ones under his eyes is unknown. Scarface?s later life is pretty much a blur. He became the Team Assault Champion along with his follow team-mates, a one-time Champion and a Deathmatch Veteran, winning over fifty battles in the arena. Scarface soon quit the Tournament for unknown reason, losing all his titles and seemed to leave his home planet for reasons unknown. [B]Strengths:[/B] Mantadorians have strong bodies, making Scarface quite strong and resistant to weak blows. Their feet are actually just boots, since Mantadorians evolved from dog-like mammals, it was discovered that clawed, paw-like footwear worked best for the Mantadorians. [B]Weaknesses:[/B] Scarface is huge; he isn?t very good at hiding. Because of his size and weight, Scarface has trouble keeping his presence a secret and he also has trouble keeping things unbroken. Used to fighting in a big arena that is allowed to be destroyed, he has no capacity for the safety of others, even if he doesn?t want to see them hurt.[/SIZE]