Vicky

[QUOTE=Nerdsy][COLOR=deeppink] [CENTER][IMG]http://home.nycap.rr.com/kelluae/david_bowie.bmp[/IMG][/CENTER] Last, but by no means least, there's [B]David Bowie as anything he's ever been, ever.[/B] Look at him, and gaze upon perfection. He wonderful. He's incredible. What's more, he's attractive to both genders, and all orientations; he transcends gender. He is sexy personified. Everyone is attracted to Bowie. If you say you're not, you're either lying or you haven't come across the right Bowie yet. If the latter is true, I suggest finding the right one, for without, you life just isn't complete.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]I love and hate you. I love you for posting David Bowie, I hate you for posting him before me. I totally, aboslutely love this guy, and I envy my parents for being alive to see his shows. I even told my friends mother I loved her because she went to a David Bowie concert. Hell, I downloaded all the movies he's in, and on the Man Who Fell to Earth, you can see him naked in one shot, completely, if you pause it... ....Okay, nevermind. [CENTER][IMG]http://people.bath.ac.uk/chsasw/wellerweb/Resources/david_tennant_99.jpg[/IMG] [B]David Tennant[/B] I love this guy especially in the three part mini series Casanova (much better than the movie, might I add). Not to mention he played the Doctor! He's funny, a great actor and, as he has pointed out in many films, has nice teeth. I think I'll cry when he ends his Doctor Who era of acting, you can also ask anyone you want, I get jealous and yell at the TV when other actors kiss him. I know, it's sad ^_^;; [IMG]http://www.joaquin-phoenix.org/images/joaquin-phoenix.jpg[/IMG] [B]Joaquin Phoenix[/B] With a last name like Phoenix you can't go wrong. To be honest I only ever really saw him in Gladiator, he played the role nicely, as well. I love actors who play bad guys. My list is small, but last and not least... [IMG]http://www.rockidols.ru/up/upload/52-lordi-120703-28.jpg[/IMG] [B]Mr. Lordi[/B] This guy is just [I]hot[/I]. XP ;) (I'm kidding, just thought I'd post a picture anyway...)[/CENTER][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]OOC: I?ll be away on the weekend, so I won?t be able to post until Monday afternoon. And I deeply, deeply apologise for the fact that this has been rushed, I only realised I would be away a few hours ago and haven?t had much time to really work on this. ------ What reason would Mrs. Longfellow, who was far wealthier and far more popular than Lance Marlo, want to invite a magician to one of her ?famous? parties? If the invitation was any indication, he was to attend her murder. For what purpose? He had been wondering that throughout the whole drive down. Was he there simply to perform, to entertain the guest with his highly acclaimed magic act? Otherwise, he couldn?t see much use for his being there. He sighed, wiping his brow with the red silk cloth that would probably disappear in a trick during the night. He slowed his silver car down as he reached the Longfellow Estate. His car was really nothing he was proud of, nor did he know the company which made it. Not that it matted to him. A drive through the main gate was enough to stop Lance dwelling on why he was here, or the irrelevance of his car. He looked out of his window up at the mansion in which the party would be hosted and allowed a grin to creep onto his face. He liked the look of the place, and Lance Marlo was a hard man to please. The size was probably why he was so impressed. He caught the attention of a young valet, Lance didn?t even give him a smile. He stepped out of the car and pulled his coat down, straightened up the collar and gave his pockets a brief check for all his items. Once he was done with that, he looked over to valet, whom seemed to be waiting for something, and finally gave him a nod and a smile. Lance handed his car keys over and started for the entrance but was forced back by the valet showing a pen and paper to him. [B]?You need to sign, Sir,?[/B] the valet began, nodding over at Lance?s silver, well-kept vehicle. [B]?For your car.?[/B] He added. Lance looked at the valet for a moment. He sighed and rubbed his hands together in his silk cloth, before crunching the silk into a small ball in his right hand. He took the pen off the valet and, to the valet?s amusement, the red cloth had disappeared from Lance Marlo?s hands. He was aware of the valet?s eyes staring at him as he signed his name and it amused Lance to no end. He wiped the grin off his face before he looked back up to the valet, giving a polite nod before heading off towards the party and to greet its host. If there was one thing magic didn?t help Lance with, it was recognizing people. Not that he had actually met Mrs. Longfellow in person, which may of helped as well. Lance felt it would have been rather impolite to enter into a party without introducing himself, even if Mrs. Longfellow knew exactly who he was (judging from the cryptic invitation, she probably knew him well). After glancing around for some time, Lance sighed again and shook his head, pulling down his long coat once more and the black jacket underneath. He paused upon noticing a woman, dressed in black and hardly matching the other guests. Lance thought for a moment and decided to trust his instincts, though he would probably look quite the fool if he were wrong. [B]?Mrs. Longfellow! Good evening.?[/B] He said, hiding the nervousness in his voice. He was relieved when the women turned upon hearing her own name. [B]?Lance Marlo, I presume??[/B] she said, turning to him. Lance couldn?t see the expression on her face due to the black veil, nor was he sure he wanted to guess it. [B]?I am, and I must say I?m honoured to be here. A delightful place you have, Mrs. Longfellow.?[/B] Lance replied with a short nod of his head. [B]?Alice.?[/B] She corrected. Lance Marlo smiled, and nodded again. [B]?Of course.?[/B] [B]?I?ve heard a few tales of your magic acts, ?Lance?.?[/B] Alice said, and judging from the way she said his name she probably knew it wasn?t his real one. [B]?I looked forward to seeing a few of your tricks this evening.?[/B] [B]?And I look forward to performing them for such a person as yourself.?[/B] Lance smiled again, half turning to walk away, before giving her another slight nod to end his introduction with.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][I]We're meant to post here who we're inviting, right? >_>[/I] My invited guest will be [B]Muse[/B], who's already signed up for the RPG. I hope that's okay. Although, I do have a question anyway, if not a bit of a stupid question. Do our characters and our invited guest have to meet beforehand, or whilst entering (dunno what the first posts are meant to be, heh)? Or do the invited guest show up on their own? (From the comment 'choose a date' I reckon we're supposed to show up at the same time or something, but I just thought I'd ask to make sure).[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]The room was damp from lack of care, the wallpaper was dull, wet and smelt like something had died inside the walls. Maybe something had. The corners that connected the ceiling with the four walls were laced with cobwebs, old cobwebs that had collected dust and even the spiders wouldn?t live in anymore. There weren?t any light bulbs in the lamps, there was only a small candle, close to window so it flickered. Shadows danced on the damp, dark walls, both from the flickering candle and the moving creature at the window. A black cat rubbed its face into the pale hand of Theodore. It twisted and turned trying to get more attention from the man, the cat didn?t even know who he was. Just a familiar face who had been sharing the same home for years. Not a master. Just a familiar face. Theodore looked out of the window, staring at the gates to his home. The garden was so large, so overgrown, so uncared for? he didn?t have time to tend to things like a garden. He didn?t care. Besides, it wasn?t really [I]his[/I] home. During his time with Sybrus they bribed the home owner to let them stay in the basement. Or rather threatened him. For some odd reason, the owner died. Sybrus swore he had nothing to do with it. The house did in fact belong to the Land family, but since no one from that family came to claim to home? it was Theo?s. Apparently there had been a meeting. Theodore didn?t know much about it. Maybe no one else did, either. It didn?t matter too much, Theo would probably go back to the HQ and see what was going on, there was bound to be a few people talking about it. He just wanted to know how things were going. Theo never really had many people from the AVC he could call friends, nor did he have any friends since joining the GSD, though he felt much more at home instead of being around vampires all the time. He never felt like a vampire. Even in his ?glory? days with Sybrus, he had been an unknown, pointless piece of existence. He didn?t even ? The hand that kept the cat occupied stopped, as did Theo?s train of thought. He looked over his ?roommate? and peered out of the window. What he ears did not pick up, his sense of presence did. Something was creeping up just outside his gates. Then he heard it; the sound of tires crunching down on gravel, cracking the stones as a long car veered up towards the gates. Theo cocked an eyebrow. [B]?Seems we have visitors.?[/B] Theo said the cat, who purred back and pushed its head at Theo?s chin. Theodore frowned down at the cat coldly for a moment before stepping out of his chair and leaning against the wall, so he could glare out and not be seen. A man stepped out of the car. Not as tall as Theodore, most definitely not a vampire. The man also seemed unaware that the house was occupied as he entered the gate like it were a normal home. Theo winced at the sound of the gate creaking, swore under his breath, and continued to watch as the man struggled his way through the weeds and overgrown grass. He walked in a slow pace towards the door of his room, the cat following him. Theo could feel the cat walking behind him, not too close, nor too far away. He opened the door which made another deafening creak (he really wanted that fixed) and stepped through onto a cold, damp, dusty landing. The stairs went down the hallway near the front door on the left and the right, so Theodore stood at the banister, directly ahead of whoever would walk through. The front door was pushed open cautiously, slowly and only by a bit. The man?s silhouetted face peered through into the darkness, he looked around on the bottom floor for awhile before stepping in quietly. Not too quietly, though. Theodore could feel and hear his movements even with his eyes closed. A torch was turned on. The man shone it across the walls, apparently looking for something. A robber? Maybe. There wasn?t really anything to steal. Theo watched the intruder for awhile, trying to figure out exactly what he was doing. He determined the intruder wasn?t a robber, as he seemed vaguely surprised that the paintings had been missing from the walls (Theo burnt them when the old man died all those years ago). [B]?You?re on private property. Can I [I]help[/I] you??[/B] sneered Theodore. The man jumped and turned, pointing his flashlight at Theo, who winced. [B]?Turn that bloody thing off.?[/B] The man didn?t. [B]?Who the fuck are you??[/B] he asked, shocked. [B]?Well, if I were to begin to tell you who I was, would you even begin to understand??[/B] began Theo, walking down the stairs towards the man, his roommate still in tow. [B]?See, if I start from the beginning, which is far before your time, you wouldn ? ?[/B] [B]?Shut up. You?re a vampire.?[/B] Theo was taken a back by this. A lot. He stopped in his tracks with an eyebrow raised and a hand ready to point at the man accusingly. He thought for a moment. Cocky, and possibly smart. Nothing Theo couldn?t handle. [B]?I know who you are. You?re that bastard Theodore who killed my great great grandfather. We know who you are. Where?s you little buddy??[/B] the man sneered. He seemed to know who Theodore was now after he came closer. [B]?Who are you??[/B] Theodore asked. [B]?I?m Brad Land, and you?re on my property.?[/B] Theodore swore in his head. So long as nobody claimed it, it was his. But now someone was going to claim it, it wasn?t Theodore?s. Although, just because he didn?t [I]own[/I] the house didn?t mean Theodore had to leave. [B]?Well, welcome back. Sybrus is dead, if you must know. This house is yours, then? Have it. But I?ll be staying. The backroom, just leave that empty for me throughout the day and I?ll be fine. Or I?ll settle for the basement. That?s final. If you don?t like the living arrangements, then I?ll just chase you out. How about that??[/B] Brad looked down at the floor, he put his hands in his pockets and laughed. [B]?No, you don?t understand.?[/B] He suddenly dropped his torch and pulled out what seemed to be a small black hand gun, aiming it at Theo. [B]?You?re moving out.?[/B] Theodore didn?t even have an expression on his face. He wasn?t surprised, shocked, or scared. He really wasn?t impressed, either. Theodore looked down at the floor as well, sighing. He bit his lip and looked up at the ceiling, hoping Bard?s eyes would follow. Brad looked up, as well, and Theodore took his chance. He removed one of his own gun?s from underneath his jacket and aimed it at Brad, or more precisely, his hand. He fired. The gun came spiralling out of Brad?s hand in a loud crack straight after the shot. Brad swore, leapt back, clutching his hand and looking in pain. Theo just rolled his eyes. [B]?I didn?t even hit your hand,?[/B] growled Theo. [B]?Fine! Stay here! I don?t care, we?re going to knock this piece of shit down anyway!?[/B] Brad shouted. Theo raised an eyebrow. [B]?Pardon me??[/B] [B]?I only came in here to get the paintings. But they?re not here, so I might as well just leave. We?re going to knock this place down and build a new house, no sane person can live in a place like this ? ?[/B] Theo frowned, [B]? ? stay here if you really want to. You?ll be crushed under the bricks. I don?t think you want to ruin your nice little suit. Jesus, what the hell are those bullets made of??[/B] Brad swore again, clutching his hand and groaning. Theodore was taken a back once again. Not by Brad?s moaning about the gun shot, rather the fact he would soon have nowhere to live. That was bad. It was also bad for the cat, as well. [B]?I?ll see you when the bulldozer arrives to crush your head.?[/B] Brad said. He twirled himself around and made a clumsy daze for the door. He slipped through awkwardly and slapped the large door, leaving Theodore with his thoughts. It was good of him to tell Theodore that the house was getting knocked down, though. [I]Now[/I] what was he going to do? Hide under the rubble? Search for a basement to hide in? He sighed and stared down at the cat who was twirling around Theo?s legs as he sat idly on the staircase. The cat purred, it pushed itself up into Theodore?s pale hand and rubbed against it. Theo just looked at the cat, happy in the dark shadow of the old house, who would have no home soon enough. [I]?I guess I could go to the GSD HQ for awhile? and figure something out. I?ll come back for you in a bit.?[/I] He looked down at the cat momentarily, and smiled. He scratched its ear and got up, idly walking towards the door to see what wonders he could find in the HQ for the night. --- [I]Eh, not exactly a regular day, but at least I gots something up?[/I][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]S'okay, I'd have to bomb myself if that was the case. I think I also forgot to post when I should've >_> If everyone else starts posting we can get things back on track, lol. As for Paris, look for clues, find interesting things, notice interesting people (Hunters mostly, let's get them involved, don't have to talk to them like... just notice the characters if you want), you can do anything. I've got something planned for my next post (or I will have...) But no one's going to die this time around... this time... heheheeee...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Although I'm not a fan of my full name I got curious and figured I'd post.[/SIZE] [Quote] [B]VICTORIA[/B] [First Name] [B]Gender:[/B] Feminine [B]Usage:[/B] English, Spanish, Romanian, Ancient Roman [B]Pronounced:[/B] vik-TOR-ee-a The boy's and girl's name Victoria is pronounced vic-TOR-ee-ah. It is of Latin origin, and its meaning is "victory." Feminine form of Victor. Victoria was a goddess who smiled on the ancient Roman people for many centuries.This name was borne by a long-reigning queen of England. A Canadian city bears this name in her honour, as well as an Australian state and several other geographic areas. Royal associations from 19th-century England's Queen Victoria and the four-syllable pronunciation give Victoria an air of dignity, formality and distinction.[/Quote] [Quote][B]ELLEN[/B] [Middle Name] [B]Gender:[/B] Feminine [B]Usage:[/B] English, Dutch [B]Pronounced:[/B] EL-en Medieval English form of HELEN. It is also the Dutch form of HELEN or ELEANOR.[/Quote] [Quote][B]MARY[/B] [Middle Name] [B]Gender:[/B] Feminine [B]Usage:[/B] English, Biblical [B]Pronounced:[/B] MER-ee Usual English form of Maria, which was the Latin form of the New Testament Greek names Mariam or Maria (the spellings are interchangeable), which were from the Hebrew name Miryam. The meaning is not known for certain, but there are several theories including "sea of bitterness", "rebelliousness", and "wished for child". However it was most likely originally an Egyptian name, perhaps derived in part from mry "beloved" or mr "love". This is the name of several New Testament characters, most importantly Mary the virgin mother of Jesus, and Mary Magdalene. Two queens of England have had this name, as well as a Queen of Scotland, Mary Queen of Scots.[/Quote] [SIZE=1]Eh, that's it for me.I actually have five names in my name, six if you include that silly name they make you pick in Church. My full name is [B]Victoria Ellen Mary Gorski[/B] [Bernadette] [B]Sherratt[/B]... (for the sake of my sanity let's not count Bernadette) XD. Alright, my parents are nuts. But I [I]like[/I] my name (all [I]six[/I] of them). Turns out I have two names of Queens ^_^ I don't go by Victoria, anyways, as you can see. I prefer Vicky and I'll break anyone's neck who calls me [I]Victoria[/I].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Character Name:[/B] Lance Marlo (Jean-Louis de Funès) [B]Age:[/B] 32 [B]Profession:[/B] Magician/Entertainer [B]Brief History and Description:[/B] Born Jean-Louis de Funès in France and later taking on his stage name Lance Marlo for his magic career. He was given the best education in France because his family were very wealthy, they all had high hopes for Jean-Loius but, in the end, he used his good education for entertainment and became a magician (he mostly studied psychology which gave him grounds for his ?mental? magic acts). Specializing in mental and illusionary magic, Jean-Louis took his profression to America and went by the name ?Lance Marlo?, becoming famous for solving other magician?s tricks, using suggestive mind games and fooling the audience with his mysterious acts of combining both his specialities. Lance is a bit of a stereotype magician. He?s tall, always stands up straight and wears a black suit with red underneath (black and red being his trademark colours). He will normally wear a long black coat over his suit with many pockets in to pull out 'surprises' but, unlike most stereotypical magicians, he [I]does not[/I] wear a top-hat. His hair is combed back but doesn?t normally stay like that; thick strands of his black hair will fall down over his forehead and always seems to cover his ears. His eyes are a deep blue, they stand out more than most of his features (which works well for his trickery). Lance is, actually, quite young looking. Perhaps the only thing that makes him look old is the black goatee on his chin, a feature he wants to keep because it seems to work great for his act.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][I]Eh, it's not finished as you can tell, but I'll be done shortly. I think I might have my other page up by tomorrow, if my scanner is working. Sorry ^_^;; Also, I hope my character isn't too... non-human, if it's a problem I'll just whip up a new character anyhow.[/SIZE][/I] [CENTER][B]K?Ahles Khrane, ?Goat? [SIZE=1]203 [29 in human years] Quietus Valley[/B][/CENTER] K?Ahles Khrane, as he was known back in his home, was a Guardsmen for the King. The Valley, hidden in hills, mountains and trees, held most of the Satyr?s population and most of their history. Khrane was, unfortunately, around and guarding the castle when a group of Hounds attacked to took the throne from the Satyr King. Quietus was now ruled by, to put it bluntly, outsiders and Khrane was very angry about this, like a lot of his former guardsmen. After a variety of attacks, sabotages and even name calling, Khrane and his former guards became criminals in their own village, forcing Khrane to leave (but not without a word from the new King?s Champion). Khrane is, as far as Guardsmen go, is the best at posing. Not for pictures, mind you. Khrane, at first glance, can appear to be a strong and brave man, which he is, just not as serious as he pretends to be. Khrane?s appearance makes him seem more intimidating, he normally looked hard as a rock when he was a guard. Once you get the know Khrane, you won?t think he?s all that intimidating. He?s a good, honourable man who won?t let people down because that wasn?t his job. Khrane has a little bit of bad luck, he tends to make mistakes and make a fool of himself, especially when he's trying to put on his 'guard act'. In general he's a nice person, a little weary and iffy about the world around him having never really been out of the valley, but he manages, if not awkwardly.[/SIZE] [CENTER][IMG]http://img516.imageshack.us/img516/1916/khranefinal2dp3.png[/IMG][/CENTER]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Theodore [Last Name Unknown] [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Age:[/B] 289 [B]Race:[/B] Vampire [B]Alliance:[/B] Formerly the AVC, currently the [B]Guild of Supernatural Defence[/B] [B]Physical Description:[/B] [URL=http://www.joaquin-phoenix.org/images/joaquin-phoenix.jpg]Face-shot.[/URL] Theo stands at 6?2 but many people have said he doesn?t look that height at all (it could be due to the fact that Theo doesn?t stand entirely straight and tends to keep his head down). His hair is a dark red colour and seems to match his eyes which are a strange shade of light brown (though not nearly as red as his hair, they just match). Like most vampires, his skin is pale and seemingly smooth. He did for a few years of his life have some facial hair, to make him appear older and, consequently, a little more intimidating. He decided against it recently. As far as his wardrobe goes, it?s quite dry. Theo dresses smartly, he doesn?t favour the idea of walking around looking like a common, normal man, which he isn?t. He can be found wearing various suits, normally black, and he will on occasions leave his jacket unbuttoned with a plain white shirt underneath. Sometimes, he will wear a long coat over his suit, but this isn?t often as he feels it doesn?t look as smart and formal as a suit. [B]Weapons:[/B] [URL=http://www.pyramidairsoft.com/productimages/Tanaka-M500-Silver.jpg]Two silver guns[/URL], rather large in size, however Theo can shoot down enemies from rooftops with just these two thanks to his accuracy. [B]Abilities:[/B] Although most vampires have an enhanced speed and physical strength, Theodore?s is nothing special. He is quite fast and very strong compared to humans, but in the vampire world he?s pretty low class in terms of his strength. However, he makes up for this lack of strength with a deadly accuracy and lightning fast reactions. Theodore doesn?t like to fight in hand-to-hand combat, he will, but he prefers to shoot his enemies down from rooftops. He isn?t a good at delivering damage in hand-to-hand combat though he is excellent at defending himself. He can somewhat feel a person?s presence behind him and has reactions fast enough to block blows, even though he probably can?t deliver an equally powerful blow himself. Theodore has never been known to miss, nor has anyone been known to sneak up on him without him realising. There?s also the point of his intellect, but it might not count as an ability. [B]Personality:[/B] At first glance he?s a mysterious man, he likes to toy with strangers and play a superiority act, pretending he?s smarter, stronger and better than them. But once you get to know Theodore you?ll realise that he doesn?t keep up the superiority act forever. He tends to listen to conversation, even those he isn?t involved in, and then blurt out suggestions or one comment that would be helpful to the situation. He rarely speaks to people unless they speak to him first, and if he?s left alone at the back then so be it, he?ll be alone at the back and be silent until he has something constructive to add to the discussion. In all honesty, Theodore is quite a nice man. Granted, he?s very smart and tends to patronize people who blurt out stupid comments, but he also knows that some people are smarter than him. Otherwise, the dumb people will be patronized and he has little respect for them. He?s arrogant towards them, he likes to be sarcastic and enjoys being awkward with them. Those who do gain his respect and have some form of intelligence, however, don?t really see as much arrogance. [B]Biography:[/B] The most disturbing thing that ever happened to Theodore was waking up one time with a large gash in his head and at the back and not remembering much. His concussion had caused a memory loss and all he knew was that he was born in France with no father and son of an actress. He remembered parts of his childhood: he lived in a large house with a very big garden, where his brother and sisters, all older than him, would play for days on end whilst he studied different subjects in his room. After a few years, his mother had to move to Germany after she was paid to act in a Royal Court. She left Theodore?s brother and sisters with a family friend, but there was no room for Theodore. He was sent to a school, in which his vast intellect became apparent, perhaps only to himself. Theodore remembered leaving the school and travelling to Venice, where he made a living for himself by ?pretending? to have different professions and earning money that way. In his time in Venice he remembered calling himself over fifteen different titles. But then there was a gap. Theodore found himself at a lost. There was at least twenty years missing from his life, the last thing he remembered was attending to some sort of gathering and being punched in the nose. He woke up in England, in the middle of the night, with blood all over him and a body lay beside him. The images were horrifying and he did the first thing he could: run. He ran straight into Sybrus, a vampire. It turned out that Theodore and Sybrus had been friends for a long time and they weren?t anything special at all. They were nothing in the vampire world, they were part of lost clan and, really, they had nothing. Theodore was incredibly angry to learn he had missed out on ten years of his life and had, at some point, become a vampire. Due to the blurriness of his past, he wasn?t sure if he was [I]already[/I] a vampire from when he was born. That seemed pretty unlikely, so that idea didn?t remain for long. Theodore tried his best to get on with his life, but the gap became a constant reminder that he was never going to be his full self again. He felt like he was only half a man. As time progressed he learn more about himself; his surprisingly vast intellect, his knowledge and, most of all, his amazing accuracy and lightning fast reactions combined with his strange sense of presence. As far as unknown, irrelevant, low-class vampires went, Sybrus and Theo made quite a name for themselves over the years. Their encounters with the Brotherhood left them wounded, but they always seemed to survive. Theo was always a tag along with Sybrus, he was the second man who followed him and was never followed. They always fought in close combat, which didn?t do much for Theo. In fact, the only good thing Sybrus ever did for Theo was tell him a little about his past (nothing Theo couldn?t have guessed) and give him one big silver gun (Sybrus kept the other). Theo always felt in his place when following Sybrus, he was the vampire who didn?t know much beyond being punched in the nose by a royal snob, Sybrus was obviously better. But there came a time when Theo became sick of following and decided to lead himself. The night came when Theo grew tired of Sybrus? endless bickering, his mocking, his insults and his all-together evil nature. Theo simply took out his gun and shot Sybrus, several times, in fact. He took the other silver gun from Sybrus and tied the vampire up, leaving him for dead close to where the Brotherhood were located. Although he felt somewhat guilty for what he had done, Theo got on with his life and eventually found the Alliance of Vampiric Clansmen in 1899. He was surprised to notice he had never heard of them and blamed Sybrus for that. In a few years, Theo found himself involved deeply in the AVC as one of the best shots around with a gun that belonged to a different century (where Sybrus got the actual weapons isn?t known, although they did seem to be quite special). The AVC?s close relations with the GSD would eventually cause Theo to change his alliance. For some odd reason, he found that his life within the AVC wasn?t doing him much good. He still felt like an outsider having lost so many years of his life, he didn?t feel right among the vampires who knew who they were, how they came to be and even why. He didn?t feel like a real vampire. In possibly the best move he made in his life, Theodore ended his life with the AVC and decided to join the GSD to see what it had to offer in the late 1900. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][I]OOC: Short post, this one. I wanted to make it short to give everyone else a chance to post, not to mention this took ages because my hands are burnt? well, never mind XD So, anyone hitching a ride with Taima to France?[/I] ------- [B]?Damn.?[/B] Taima breathed heavily, taking his shirt up off the desk quickly. He paced the stone room silently, thinking to himself, looking quite worried and scared. That wasn?t normal for him. He took up his silk shirt and put it too his nose, muffling his mumbling and giving him a chance to calm down whilst almost suffocating himself. He sighed and tried to regain much of his composure. Taking his shirt, he put it back on but didn?t bother to button it up. Calmer now and somewhat confident, he strode back into the main room. Many of the Brothers had left already, Taima had promised that he would give them their orders sooner or later. He didn?t know what he was going to do, to be honest. There were only a few people left in the actual Underground, Mihret being one of them and Brother Flory, or Sam, whom Taima knew indirectly. Shimozato had left only a few minutes before, Taima was grateful for the information he had received off him. [B]?So? what do we do now??[/B] Sam asked. [B]?I?m going to get some tickets to France, or I?ll be arranging for transport across the Channel. I don?t want everyone going.?[/B] Taima replied, a little less tranquil than usual. He looked over at Mihret. [B]?If you want to come along, that?s fine.?[/B] He walked past a few of the members and picked up the wine glasses left on the platform. He wasn?t a fan of disgracing honour. [B]?Can you take these down to the cellar for me? I have a feeling we won?t be back here in a long time.?[/B] Taima asked one of the members. She took the glasses with a regretful nod and headed off down one of the dimly lit corridors, the walls barely visible even though the sun was starting to rise outside. [B]?We?re going to need to keep a record of everything, so one of you will have to stay here and put the markers on the map when we call you,?[/B] Taima nodded at one of the Brothers, who nodded back as if to say yes. [B]?There?s no way we?re going to be able to stop this creature if we don?t know where it?s headed. We can?t skip across Europe and hope to find it.?[/B] [B]?Unless it finds us??[/B] Sam muttered. Taima looked at him for a moment and agreed silently. [B]?Look out for the Society, as well, don?t forget that.?[/B] He told them after awhile of silence. To be honest, Taima was at a loss. He wasn?t entirely sure what to do. But he did know he was going to get some tickets sooner or later and fly to France, with whoever wants them. [B]?So? who?s coming to France??[/B] he asked, a small, warm smile spreading over his face.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=4][CENTER][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Part I[/FONT][/SIZE][/CENTER] [SIZE=1]It was getting quite late, Taima wasn?t sure if the Brothers were already at the Underground. Well, it was fine, Taima had until tomorrow night to actually get back to the Underground. He could meet Shimozato later, who had sent a reply about the awkward times for the airports, and get the meeting over with possibly enough time to sleep. He was having quite an interesting evening, though. Mihret seemed more than grateful that Taima had gotten her out of a bad situation, and Taima knew that the name Enslin was familiar. He wasn?t sure, maybe he just heard it mentioned somewhere. [B]?I was expecting to spend the whole night walking around England, but it has actually taken a quite interesting turn,?[/B] Taima laughed. [B]?Why would you spend your night walking around England??[/B] Mihret asked. Taima smiled at her and looked down at his fork, shoving little bits of lettuce around the plate before leaving it alone and chuckling slightly. [B]?What??[/B] [B]?Oh, sorry, nothing.?[/B] Taima kept his head down as he apologised. [B]?I have to go around England and find some of the members for the Brotherhood. Not many of them are native to England, one of them even came from Japan. It?s vital they actually know where they?re going.?[/B] Normally, Taima would be secretive about the Brotherhood, he wouldn?t mention it to anyone he wasn?t sure of. Mihret did seem like a nice enough person, honest was probably the word, not to mention her last name was stuck in the back of his head somewhere. Maybe he was being stupid, though he had a hard time shaking the feeling that he knew the name from somewhere important. [B]?Brotherhood? What?s that??[/B] Mihret asked, clearly curious. [B]?It?s??[/B] Taima paused, shook his head. [B]?It?s nothing.?[/B] He lied. It felt like a lie, too. The Brotherhood was his life. Mihret leaned in closer and smiled. [B]?No, go on, do tell.?[/B] She said. Taima found himself shaking his head and chuckling. He wasn?t shaking his head in disprovable, it was more like not knowing what to say, maybe even embarrassment. He thought for a moment about what he could do, an idea popping into his head. He looked out of the window at the ran and gave an expression that told Mihret he had made his mind up about something. He turned to her and leaned in as if it were some big secret (which, really, it was). [B]?Why don?t I show you, instead? I think that could do more explaining. Besides, I have a whole speech to give to the members, new and old. Come with me, see if you?re interested.?[/B] To be honest Taima felt like he was being a bit unfair. The Brotherhood, even though it was for a good cause and was indeed a brilliant place, a community, but it was still dangerous. Incredibly dangerous now that the beast had appeared. Taima didn?t know why he was asking Mihret to join, or see if she wanted to, he just thought maybe it would be interesting. [B]?Alright, then. Show me what the ?Brotherhood? is.?[/B] A smile crept on Taima?s face. He grabbed Mihret?s arm and pulled her out of the chair, quickly placing a few notes on the table for the food and drinks. Mihret gave him a confused look. [B]?I thought I was paying? You [I]did[/I] save me from that heartless creep.?[/B] She said. Taima just shook his head. [B]?I make an awful lot of money off my martial arts lessons, I only spend half of that each month for myself and save the rest. And now that the Brotherhood is back in full swing, money isn?t an issue. The Brotherhood always seemed to keep a wad of cash stored away.?[/B] He explained, standing on the edge of the pavement and waiting for the cars to pass. [B]?You just keep making it seem more interesting??[/B] Taima wasn?t sure about the comment, so he just smiled. [B]?I hope you don?t mind, but I need to make a stop first. We can walk to the airport? although??[/B] He looked up at the rain, and winced. He took his jacket off and gave it to Mihret, good manners. [B]?I won?t mind the rain.?[/B] He said, reassuringly. [CENTER]***[/CENTER] Taima was disappointed to see that it was really, really getting late. He knew it must have been past midnight, he also felt rather bad for bringing someone into the situation. Though, he wasn?t exactly going to [I]leave[/I] Mihret in one wave and a nod. He had assured her that the Brotherhood?s personal taxi, Brother Nicolas, a fiery tempered but cooperative young woman, would take Mihret home whenever she wanted. He was waiting outside, under shelter obviously. He didn?t want to wait too long, it wasn?t necessary and it was cold. Though waiting inside wasn?t the deal. An anonymous man who had been apparently dealing with the Brotherhood for centuries (Taima didn?t know how that was possible) was very, very picky about what he delivered, how it was delivered, and where. Taima didn?t see how convenient the airport was. [B]?Why are we stood here again??[/B] asked Mihret, but not bitterly. Taima took his time to answer. He looked back and forth for a sign of who he was looking for. He saw in the distance a man, dressed in all black and not trying to look suspicious (in which he failed), coming out of the airport. The man looked side to side briefly, and proceeded towards Taima. [B]?Hello, Mr. Anonymous.?[/B] Taima joked but failed to bring a smile to the creepy old man?s face. [B]?Here. An iMate JasJar. Not exactly top of the range, but it?s rigged. It?ll get the job done.?[/B] The old man whispered. Taima just raised an eyebrow, and the old man handed him a small box. Taima bowed and thanked him. As quickly as he came, Mr. Anonymous, as he had been dubbed in the Brotherhood, disappeared back into the airport without so much as a glance behind. Taima smiled sarcastically, rather annoyed that he didn?t get even the tiniest bit of conversation. That was a somewhat challenge in the Brotherhood? whoever got Mr. Anonymous to talk for the longest won. The name of the current champion slipped Taima?s tongue. [B]?Oh? Who was that??[/B] Mihret asked, somewhat joking. [B]?That, my friend, was Mr. Anonymous. The supplies literally everything for the Brotherhood. We?d be in the dark ages if it weren?t for him.?[/B] He took out a small PDA out of the box, complete with a turning screen. [B]?And this is the iMate JasJar. Mobile internet, built in mobile phone, start menu, it?s basically a hand held computer. Look! It even has solitaire!?[/B] Mihret laughed as Taima showed her his new piece of technology and Taima couldn?t help just join in as she laughed. He poked at the touch screen for a moment, before his attention was drawn to the black car waiting across the street, headlights on full and an angry looking woman smoking in the driver?s seat. Well, that was quick. Taima led Mihret to the car and got in the back seat with her. When inside he leaned over and talked to the driver, muttering something about a location. The driver, a little louder than she probably intended, shouted at Taima, whom backed off immediately and sat back straightening his shirt. The driver, still mumbling sped off. Taima talked with Mihret the whole way there. She seemed to be one of the happiest people Taima knew, maybe it was because everyone else had some crazy background that just made their life a misery. Taima himself wasn?t cheery, not compared to Mihret, although he did try to be polite and well mannered to most. Lights reflected onto the cars shiny coating as it past through the city, they swished past over Taima?s face, but he ignored the light and instead took his time to explain a few things to Mihret. Though, really, he wanted to wait until the meeting. The lights soon faded off the car?s paint job and instead the top of the car was lit up by the bright light from the moon. They arrived in a very, very silent area, distant from the towns and buzzing of the cities. Only a few trees filled the field, it seemed to be on a slope, not really a mountain until you walked further up. The moonlight gave it a certain mysterious despite it bareness, though Taima was eager to get to the actual Underground instead of wasting his time looking at an old, familiar scenery. [B]?I?m going to stay here and have a fag, you guys go ahead. I?d rather kill myself with fuckin? cigs than get mauled by the beast. Or Taima?s speech.?[/B] The driver said. Taima gave her a disapproving look as she lit the cigarette and decided to ignore her. He pointed out the entrance to the Underground to Mihret and led her too it. The entrance was something special. It was like a stone archway with a back to it, the grey stones were corroded and chipped from centuries of usage. There was a small wall either side of the entrance, coming round in a full circle and stopping at a set of steps that led into the Underground. They, too, were corroded and broken with a few vines and leaves twisted around them. Inside there was a small light, flickering now and then, casting shadows on the wall that Taima could see. Members had already arrived. Taima walked inside, but stopped for a moment to see Mihret was stood still. [B]?Come on,?[/B] he said, trying to sound as trusting as he could, which was indeed trusting. He held out his hand and nodded for her to take it, then he proceeded. The ground was dusty, covered with dead leaves on solid, hard rock. The entrance was a long corridor with a few lights at the side of it, and the corridor led into a large, large room. The walls were dark even though the candles were lightning them up, it was laced with old wooden shelves for no odd reason and chains for decoration, perhaps. Taima wasn?t sure. In the room there were four stairways leading further down to various rooms with various purposes, all had the same corroded, old design. [B]?Taima!?[/B] a group in the room chanted in unison, raising their glasses to him. Taima just nodded at them, noticing two of them were the young boys he had picked up before, drinking Red Wine. They had stolen cases upon cases of it from the Hunters quite a few years ago, and it still served the Brotherhood well. Taima let go of Mihret?s hand for a second and walked past the small group into the very middle of the room where a large platform was. It wasn?t high, rather just long and wide. Along the bottom on the table were symbols, words, pictures, all languages long forgotten. They were names of all the leaders along the bottom, the languages changing with time until it became English. Taima?s name wasn?t there yet. On top of the platform were other names, all in other languages, names of members who deserved an honourable mention. Members who died in battle. [B]?I like what you?ve done with the place. You [I]must[/I] tell me where you got these decorations from.?[/B] Taima smiled at Mihret?s comment. He took his hand from the platform and sat on it slowly, nodding at Mihret but not saying anything. But she just stared at him, obviously waiting for something. She titled her head and Taima sighed. [B]?Now, we wait.[/B] [I]England, The Brotherhood of the Wolf HQ 11:59[/I] The Underground?s main room buzzed with voices, not too loud but all people Taima knew, or was going to. The occasional laugh would join in with the talking as they sipped on their red wine, careful not to drink too much. Taima was in another one of the rooms, he took his shirt off and squared his shoulders, looking at the tattoos in an old mirror. No face paint tonight, just the show of ancient life from his upper body. He looked down at his digital watch, seeing he only had one minute left to start the meeting. He took it off and placed it on his shirt, exhaling. He ran up the steps and appeared back in the room, smiling to himself when it quickly grew silent. Mihret was stood on the doorframe right beside him, whom he gave a bigger smile to and a nod. Taking another breathe, he surveyed the room. Luckily the room wasn?t too crowded. Taima jumped up on the platform and spoke. [B]?Welcome, one and all, to the Brotherhood of the Wolf. And I say this to the old members, as well; welcome back. This century brings us together once again, but not for social gatherings and red wine. An enemy, long since forgotten, has returned. The Beast has struck twice and the third time we?ll be there. Since the first attack the Brotherhood has started recruiting again and, my, what a team we?ve gathered. ?Let me remind you exactly what the Brotherhood is. Thousands of years ago, long before the Hunters assembled and possibly a few years after the ancient Society a group from the Americas came to England. People from all over Europe, somehow, joined and learnt one thing from this group. It was about wolves. Now as time past the original group died and so did their origins, but their mission statement didn?t. ?Their quiet, they do only what they need to do and only when necessary. Silent hunters who look tranquil until the moment they leap up and attack without fail. They hunt in packs, work together. Even though they do hunt in packs and wolf is perceived as a dangerous, mysterious creature on its own. He can do as much alone as in a group. ?Granted, the idea of a wolf has changed over the years. But that doesn?t mean we should. Why wolves are so important will always remain a mystery, especially to the newer members, but as time goes by you?ll soon realise why. Even I don?t understand why they?re so important. The Brotherhood of the Wolf will work together and perform at the same level of efficiency on their own. They will respect each other and all around them who deserve respect and they won?t kill unless absolutely necessary. But, the rule above all rules, is that no member of the Brotherhood shall ever harm a wolf. ?The Beast may be a wolf. Our duty is to capture the beast and we will not kill it. The Hunters will, once again, be called to hunt the creature. They?ll end up killing many wolves and possibly the beast. They can?t do that. This time we have two enemies. Even then, I don?t want to bail members out of prison for murder. Nor do I want to see all of you crowded around the scene. We research, and research discretely. Any vital information comes directly to me, and if it?s vital enough, we meet here. ?A map will be placed on this platform. A red pin indicates where the beast has attacked. A blue pin will indicate Society HQs. The green pin indicates Hunter HQs. Now, all we do is --?[/B] The sound of footsteps could be heard, frantic footsteps. Everyone?s attention turned to the entrance, where a girl burst in, pushing through the crowds and stopping awkwardly at the platform. He panted and tried to catch her breathe, Taima came down to her height to try and make her speak. [B]?The beast? Paris? there?s been another killing in Paris!?[/B] She said. There was a gasp in the room and a few voices began to murmur, Taima raised his hand and tried to silence them. The girl, trying to convince them more, took out her phone and shown them the news report on the mobile web. [CENTER][I]?Reports are coming in live from all over Paris where a mass murder has taken place outside Paris? most famous art gallery. Five people were murdered, two injured. Two men are suspected to have been the original victims from the marks and cuts on their bodies whilst the other three seemed to have been in the way. The news of these murders only became apparent when the alarms sounded with someone breaking into the gallery. When police arrived they discovered no trace of the murderer and that the Mona Lisa, the world?s most famous piece of art, had been ripped to shreds?[/I][/CENTER] Taima groaned. ----- [I]OOC: Alrights. If anyone doesn't like where I put their characters, punch me and I'll change it. Hope you don't mind what I did, StarrStruck ^_^;; From here on, all players can make their way to Paris. You can all go alone or with other players in the RPG. You can post there straight away or post that your on the way, anything is fine. Make a mystery about the murder up if you want, I don?t mind trying to make an explanation for it XD good luck [strike]losers[/strike] mates ^_~ [B]EDIT:[/B] I deleted Shimozato from my post since Random mentioned him, heh. But you guys still could've been at the meeting, providing Random's post was an hour or so beforehand. I hope you don't mind, Darren or Random, heh.[/SIZE][/I]

[SIZE=1]Whoops, I meant to reply to this last night, but it turns out I fell asleep after watching Superman (in 3D might I add). Yep, NPCs are okay. You can even have some NPCs reaccuring throughout the RPG, as long as you don't put too much focus on them. Since the Society and Hunters are one man down, I can also allow those two factions to put in a reaccuring NCP that can be just as much focus as the other characters. To make up for being one man down. But, that's up to you guys again, and I wouldn't suggest doing that until a little later on. [CENTER][B]The Prologue ends on Monday... or Sunday night, depends how awake I am.[/B][/CENTER] Yep. Get your posts up guys. Random, even though you haven't finished your snippet, if you really, really want you can post an introduction then finish your snippet. I just think an introduction before everything kicks off would be a good idea. (At this point I wish Superman had some catch phrases...)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]#5[/B] [I]I used to be colourless and powerful But my status bounces up and down as much as my avatar.[/I] Charles?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Ah yes, Ozy be right. And the reason the girls are also called Brothers is part of my twisted childhood (...not [I]that[/I] twisted). Don't know what is was my brother watched on TV, but he and his friends were called "Brother Whatever", and the girls, meaing me to, had to be the bad guys who always lost because we weren't boys. Yeah it's weird, but they all got the best weapons and hiding places, JUST because they were Brothers! ...Trust me, compared to most of you lot that [I]has[/I] to be a perfectly normal upbringing =p Well, I didn't post to brag about that either. I'll have a map up soon, which'll be edited each week with where the beast has gone, locations (hideouts and whatnot) and among other things. However, the information on the map will be strictly IC. So if anyone posts here about a location of their group, let's say, and it hasn't been mentioned in the RPG yet then it won't go on the map. Keep in mind if a Hunter mentions to a Hunter, in the RPG, where their new hideout is and it does go on the map, then your character won't know about it unless they've been told/found the location (or if they were a Hunter themselves). Savvy? Also, I'm open for ideas about the whole RPG. Anything really. If you want to bring anything into the RPG just drop it by me first, in the underground or simply message me. Keep in mind there are two factions without an actual OB member playing the leader... Sooooo.... That means you can all add things on (maybe the Hunters produced a unique brand of weapons that can actually blow the legs off an ant from fifty miles away, I dunno). Run it by your other faction members as well though, not so much if it's a small thing but something huge, like actually bringing in a faction leader/totally high-ranking member who's going to boss you all around, then most definitely contact your other players. And feel free to post any suggestions here. Most things in this thread will be treated as OOC information =D[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Alright, two threads up: [B][URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=54498]Adventure Square[/URL] [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=54497]Underground[/URL][/B] Check out the Underground before posting, please. Any questions can be directed to me straight away, for an immediant response you should probably IM me, keeping in mind I'm not in the best of moods today. Leon, sorry buddy, but maybe next time. You need to use capitals for your sign-up header, and I don't think your snippet was too good either. I'd be happy to give you some more reasons, later on, like I said I'm not in the best of moods but that hasn't effected my judgement. Sign-ups will stay open until Tuesday. Thank you all for joining, have fun. Please.[/SIZE]

[CENTER][SIZE=4][font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Brotherhood of the Wolf [M-LV][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=1][I]It will come crawling in the dark, hidden In shadows as it moves silently, forbidden Watch and listen as it creeps up from behind And sinks its claws into your skin Tearing you, breaking you, She?s coming, she?s close Listen carefully as children weep And through their gowns, blood will seep.[/I][/SIZE][/CENTER] [center][B][U]Players[/U][/B] [SIZE=1]Brotherhood of the Wolf[/SIZE] [list] [*][B]StarrStruck[/B] - Brother Enslin [*][B]Sin[/B] - Brother Savage [*][B]Darren[/B] - Brother Haruki Shimozato [*][B]Random[/B] - Brother (Samuel) Flory [Pending] [*][B]Vicky[/B] - Brother Tala-Taima [/list] [SIZE=1]Society of Blood[/SIZE] [list] [*][B]Nefertimon[/B] - Sarundanka [*][B]Ozymandius Jones[/B] - Miasnik Vhalamna [*][B]OrangeJuiles[/B] - Frauka Benedikt [/list] [SIZE=1]The Hunters[/SIZE] [list] [*][B]Monkatraz[/B] - Julien de Saint-Marc [*][B]DeathKnight[/B] - Arkadie Doroshenko [B]Gavin[/B] - Niall Ryan [/list][/CENTER] [SIZE=4][CENTER][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Prologue[/FONT][/SIZE][/CENTER] [SIZE=1][I]England, Liverpool Airport 01:04am[/I] Taima folded his arms on his lap, he felt quite uncomfortable in the airport though he wasn?t about to let it show. It wasn?t very crowded at all, it was jus the occasional person walking by would make Taima feel uncomfortable. He nodded at a few of them politely, but they were too busy going about their business with a half awake attitude to notice him. Taima just let it pass. He wasn?t here to make friends and say hello to new people, no, that recruitment stage was over. Now it was too meet up with the entire Brotherhood, or those who still called themselves part of the Brotherhood . He was currently waiting for an old friend, Brother Sterne, a very old member who was bringing his son into the Brotherhood after years of teaching. Taima was glad he would get to meet a new generation of Brotherhood members, technically Taima was a new generation himself. He had a lot to achieve after the great leadership Dyami had given. Taima noticed a number of people walking down the corridor and he immediately sat up. He stood on his toes to get a better view over the people?s heads and smiled when noticing there were a few men only carrying one bag each. They weren?t holidays makers. Taima walked slowly past the other people to get to his friend, careful not to have to apologise for bumping into anyone. They stopped in the middle of the corridor, an inconvenience for the other people, and smiled at each other. Brother Sterne?s wrinkled face twisted into a grey smile, and he opened his arms to embrace Taima. Taima hugged the old man and slapped him on the back with a smile. [B]?Tala! How are you??[/B] asked Sterne. Taima bowed a little. [B]?I?m well, thank you. It?s good to see you again. I hope you will be staying in England for sometime.?[/B] [B]?Nah, not me Taima. I?m going back to Greece straight away, but I?ll leave these two little guys with you. You know Robert, don?t you? Fourth Sterne to be a Brother.?[/B] Sterne patted the boy to his right, a lad in his mid twenties with deep green eyes, short blonde hair and a smile on his face. [B]?He brought his buddy, he knows about the Brothers, too. This is Daniel Proust.?[/B] Taima looked to the boy on the left. He was older than Robert with black hair tied back in a ponytail, an unshaven face and quite a calm look in his eyes. Taima smiled at them both and trusted Sterne?s judgement. [B]?I did all the tests myself on them, you know? The trails I went through? But you can do it again, wasn?t my place really.?[/B] Sterne chuckled. Taima shook his head. [B]?From now on you will both be Brothers.?[/B] Taima placed his hands on the boy?s shoulders and shook them lightly. [B]?You will be Brother Sterne the Fourth, and you will be Brother Proust.?[/B] He smiled at them both, and in turn they smiled back nervously. Sterne gave a small nod to Taima and shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what else to say. [B]?Well, you needed these boys and I brought them too you. I?m sorry to hear about what happened to Dyami, though. And I?m sorry I can?t come back to the Brotherhood and help you with that? thing. I?m too old. Sorry, Taima.?[/B] Sterne said with a sigh. Taima closed his eyes and nodded, understandably. [B]?It?s fine, my friend.?[/B] There was a long pause, an uncomfortable silence. People walked past them and didn?t look at either of them, not knowing they were part of one of the biggest hidden secrets in history, with the Society and the Hunters coming next. The beast wasn?t causing much panic, many didn?t believe what they had heard. [B]?I better be going.?[/B] Sterne said, turning half around. [B]?Take care of them, won?t you Taima??[/B] he said with a smile. Taima merely nodded and held a hand up to say good bye. He stood there until his friend was out of sight, disappearing through the crowd and around the corner, before guiding the boys in the opposite direction. He kept quite for some time, aware that they both were probably feeling very strange about the Brotherhood leader. [B]?So, I hope you guys are hungry.?[/B] Taima said with a light smile. Both recruits smiled. [CENTER]***[/CENTER] Taima and his two new recruits had spent an awful long time eating, due to the fact that Taima insisted they get to know each other. It worked like a charm. Though it was unfortunate Taima had to leave them. He couldn?t accompany them to the Underground due to the fact he had to meet someone else. Though he was leaving the boys in value hands, so it didn?t really matter. They stood out in the rain waiting for a car when the oldest boy, Proust, took out a cigarette. He lit it and began to smoke it, though he didn?t get that far. Taima took his cigarette away, through it in the rain and stamped on it. [B]?Shouldn?t smoke. Bad for your health.?[/B] Taima said warmly. Proust bowed his head and muttered and apology, in which Taima simply laughed light heartedly. He placed his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky before stepping out into the rain to see if their transport was here yet. He looked left, right and straight ahead, seemingly not bothered by the harsh rain lashing down on him. The two boys exchanged worried glances again. Taima stepped back all of a sudden and two lights beamed across the floor. A vehicle followed the lights, stopping in front of them and rolling down a window. A girl peered out and shielded her eyes from the water, noticing Taima. [B]?The things I do for you!?[/B] shouted the girl over the car engine. Taima just laughed, opening the back door for the boys. They rushed in so they didn?t get lashed by the rain and Taima closed the door behind them, the boys looking mildly shocked as to why Taima wouldn?t be joining them. [B]?I?m sorry, boys, business call for me to be somewhere else. I?ll be with you in a day or two at the Underground for a big meeting. Don?t worry, she?ll take care of you.?[/B] Taima said, winking. Both boys nodded and said their good byes as the car sped off, water splashing out at Taima. He smiled and put his hands in his pockets and began to walk in the opposite direction. He kept his head bowed at the floor, thinking and wondering how long it would take for all the Brotherhood to actually get to the Underground. He knew that it was unfortunatue that the Brotherhood?s greatest enemy would rise in his rule, and he also knew that if he failed now he would not only let the Brotherhood down, but his family and, especially, Dyami. ----------- [I]OOC: If anyone wants to meet Taima anywhere, then just put him in your post. He?s free to roam around England and pick up Brotherhood members. All other characters can do as they please, in my next post the Prologue will be over.[/I][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Yay! Well, yeah, I'm getting the RPG going soon. Today possibly. Now I've got a certain set up for the RPG, it's somewhat like a Chapter System, though I'd prefer it as a sort of... event system. The first part of the RPG will be a [B]Prologue[/B], so it's just an introduction. Each member of the RPG will have a chance to post, more than once if they wish. However I'll only give you a certain number of days to actually get your posts up, so it's best to try and introduce your character in the [B]Prologue[/B] even if you have trouble posting later on. Then I'll post [B]Part I[/B], there won't be a mini paragraph about what is going to happen (I might sometimes post what will be featured in each part, but that's it), all you need to know is that for each new part there will be a much bigger event. You'll have to keep checking here, different factions may become very involved in a certain part of the story (ie: The Society might decide to unleash the beast at a football game, or the Hunters decide to make a move to get rid of the Brotherhood). [CENTER][B]Also, if you don't manage to post in two weeks without informing me, [I]you will die[/I].[/B][/CENTER] ....Uuuh, I mean, your character will die. Heh. I'd never kill you guys... no, I'm not like that. So that's the run down. For now. Questions, posts here. I'm a little busy so I might take awhile to get back to you folks, so if anyone's PMed me lately and I haven't replied then I apologise for that, too. [B]Sign-Ups close on Tuesday when the final listing will be given.[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Lot'sa people signed up, I'm impressed! But not everyone can get in. Sign-ups are open until... let's say Tuesday. This time around I'm not going to nag about sign-ups and give people loads of suggestions to get in the RPG... I'll just say if you've been declined and desperately want in then look at the other sign-ups. Namely the last six.[/SIZE] [B]Players[/B] [SIZE=1]Brotherhood of the Wolf[/SIZE] [list] [*][B]StarrStruck[/B] - Brother Enslin [*][B]Sin[/B] - Borther Savage[Pending] [*][B]Darren[/B] - Brother Haruki Shimozato [*][B]Random[/B] - Brother (Samuel) Flory [*][B]Vicky[/B] - Brother Tala-Taima [/list] [SIZE=1]Society of Blood[/SIZE] [list] [*][B]Nefertimon[/B] - Sarundanka [*][B]Ozymandius Jones[/B] - Miasnik Vhalamna [*][B]OrangeJuiles[/B] - Frauka Benedikt [/list] [SIZE=1]The Hunters[/SIZE] [list] [*][B]Monkatraz[/B] - Julien de Saint-Marc [*][B]DeathKnight[/B] - Arkadie Doroshenko [/list] [SIZE=1][CENTER]EDIT: Wow, more Brotherhood members. Anyone joining after Random will have to join another factions. If there are no more members joining then the Hunters and Society can have some additional characters to [strike]kick our arses[/strike] even things out.[/CENTER] So, if you didn't get in, feel free to change your sign-up or PM me if you want some specifics to change. I would make a big list, but I spent my energy going overboard with my sign-up. You only have until Tuesday to complete your sign-up. [B]BROTHERHOOD MEMBERS: In my biography Taima does gather together some of the members, it's up to you in the RPG if you've already met Taima or not. By the way, no one has to read all my sign-up, not the biography since I keep making them long. Just the personality if you want XD[/B] [B]Name:[/B] Brother Tala-Taima [B]Age:[/B] 32 [B]Nationality:[/B] Native American, born in England (direct descendant, no mixed blood) [B]Faction:[/B] The Brotherhood of the Wolf [B]Weapons/Items:[/B] Taima doesn?t carry many weapons and doesn?t carry any items. He simply takes with him a long knife on his belt, a smaller knife in his shoe and another knife on his belt. These aren?t important, they?re just a precaution. [B]Appearance:[/B] Taima is a tall, well built young man with tanned skin and deep, dark brown eyes. His hair is black and quite long, going past his shoulders and sometimes tied back. Taima has a feather earring in his right ear and tattoos on the right side of his body. The tattoos are black and start from just under his chin and travel down his arm, crossing over half his chest but staying on the right. You rarely see these tattoos as Taima always wears a shirt, except in important battles/hunts/meetings where he takes off his shirt and wears the face paint his ancestors wore three hundred years ago. Taima dresses quite causally when in cities and whatnot, so not to attract attention, his clothes in the outside world do vary a lot. Otherwise he can be found looking like his ancestor, the first Leader. [B]Personality:[/B] A tranquil, calm man most of the time. Taima doesn?t tend to let his emotions go haywire, but this doesn?t mean he doesn?t have any. Taima feels strongly about animal cruelty and will try his hand at talking first (which he does lots of, being the leader) and then will fight. He isn?t a vicious fighter, he tends to do what is necessary and nothing more. Taima doesn?t like losing control of anything. His fighting, his emotions? anything at all. Generally he?s a very nice guy, welcoming, understanding, and not prone to prejudice/hate/discrimination like many others. He tends to appear quite intelligent and peaceful on first appearance and normally stays that way. There have been occasions when Taima has shown clear signs of anger and has let it out through his fighting. When angered Taima can become very, very vicious. He isn?t a super human at all, pain obviously hurts him and pain is a means making him angry. Pain towards his friends and family is one of the most powerful ways to provoke him. [B]Biography/Snippet:[/B] Taima is a descendant of Brother Wakhan, a direct descendant and perfect proof that the Brotherhood was as much as a family as the Society. Taima was born in England, in the actual Brotherhood hide out, so there has been some arguments to whether he can be classed as a Native American. Taima?s father had left for his home in America when Taima was only two so he spent most of his time with his mother. For unknown reasons, Taima and his mother had moved out of the Underground HQ and had a house built nearby. Taima would normally go out on his own, back to the Underground and to wonder around in the woods and sometimes he would go as far as the mountains. Taima?s father didn?t return from America. It was his father?s job, as leader, to tell Taima everything about his upcoming job, the Brotherhood and their history. His mother told Taima that he had a grandfather who had retired long ago to Italy. Taima was made to travel to Italy to see his grandfather and learn about the Brotherhood, something his father never taught him. At this time Taima wasn?t sure what happened to his father, though he did have a dark feeling inside. His grandfather, Brother Dyami, turned out to be quite the legend in the Brotherhood. Although the Brotherhood hadn?t taken on many big challenges after the disappearance of the beast all those years ago, Dyami was in fact responsible for keeping the Brotherhood together. He had brought numerous members of the Brotherhood back to the cave for meetings, he told Taima that they would sometimes sit there all night and trade stories of their adventures in the real world. Dyami explained that the Brotherhood was an incredibly old faction and if its members were to slowly forget who they were they would never pass it down to their children and the Brotherhood would fall a part. Dyami spent ten years with Taima. Taima was fifteen when he first went to see his grandfather and was twenty five when he left. During those years he was taught the history of the Brotherhood, the meaning of what they would do, its origins and its adventures three hundred years ago. Now, Taima knew vaguely about the Brotherhood, but Dyami had taught him more than he could imagine. Since it was important to keep the Brotherhood together Taima was given all the names of the original members and their descendants. It was amazing that Dyami had kept a record of it. Taima took down all the names of grandfathers possibly alive in this year, their children, and their children?s children, and he would later be determined to meet most of the valuable members of the Brotherhood to keep it alive. At the age of twenty five Taima went back home to his mother when he received word that she was ill. When he arrived home she was indeed ill but insisted she wouldn?t go to a hospital. Taima kept her wishes and stayed with his mother, and while he stayed he had also received word that his father had been killed in America almost thirteen years ago. Taima was quite shocked that he had only just heard, although he wasn?t as heartbroken as most would be, having only seen his father a few times and remembered it. Taima chose to stay with his mother until her eventual death a year later, in which Taima had her body cremated and kept her ashes in a small box. He then requested his father?s ashes be sent to him. Taima spent his later years in England, in the real city. He had never actually been to a school but his intelligence was impressive, his grandfather had passed down a lot of knowledge. Without qualifications he had some trouble getting a well-paid job, not enough to afford the house he had bought. He then opened his own self-defence club, turning his house into one big dojo. He acquired a license for all this and taught young teenagers a mix of Tae Kwon Do and a sacred Brotherhood art, Chucheip, both taught from Dyami. Taima had to travel miles back to his first home near the Underground due to this, he couldn?t sleep in the dojo. A few years later, when Taima was twenty eight, he sent letters to his grandfather. He received no reply to the first few and, after awhile, he finally got one from his grandfather?s caretaker. Taima?s grandfather had passed away in his sleep. Taima had to cancel a year?s worth of training for his teenagers learning martial arts and had another man take over while he grieved and organised a ceremony. Taima took his father, his mother and his grandfather?s ashes to a shore in Wales and took his chance to invite every member of the Brotherhood he knew of. Many came to see the new leader and pay tribute to Dyami. It was here where Taima met most of the Brotherhood members and where he promised to bring them all back together for one big adventure. He sailed across the America and, at sea, he released his family?s ashes. He returned to England at thirty two, upon hearing of the beast?s return. He called all the members he knew of, and even some he didn?t. New recruits in the Brotherhood came forward to help, most of them being students at Taima?s fighting school.[/size]

[CENTER][B][U][FONT=times new roman]Brotherhood of the Wolf[/U] [M-LV][/B][/FONT][/CENTER] [CENTER][SIZE=1][I]It first appeared over three hundred years ago. The beast terrorised cities, counties and countries killing over a thousand people as it roamed. As panic gripped the nations it seemed that no one could escape the beast?s wrath, and thus a hunting party was assembled. Every year hunters and soldiers alike would gather and try to catch this beast and every year they would fail. The beast itself was said to be a wolf. A werewolf, some called it. Others claimed it was bigger than a wolf and its jaws were laced with black, rotten fangs and its fur was a sticky red with the blood of its victims. There were arguments that it wasn?t even an animal. What was certain, or what the people were convinced of, was that it was some sort of wolf. This deduction three hundred years ago will be the start of a revelation in the present day.[/I][/CENTER] To hunt the beast, you must find it. To find the beast, you must hunt the wolf. To hunt the wolf is too kill the wolf. The regions that wolves inhabited in Europe was filled with them, but over the years their numbers decreased due to the hunt. Wolves had never actually been known to roam into villages and attack people, but the hunters believed that the beast?s close relation to the wolves would somehow help them. Somewhere in the country side, rumoured to be somewhere unheard of, lived an amazing amount of wolves. And with them were humans, intelligent humans, humans would who frequently go back to their homes in the villages. When the hunters came they killed most of the wolves and left the humans. Their mistake was leaving the humans alive. These men called themselves the Brotherhood of the Wolf. They were from all over Europe, some even came from the Americas. They were given no explanation for the savagery that had killed their most sacred creature, so they took action. The Brotherhood moved itself from the ruins in their forests and countryside to the underground, their entrance was a cave in the mountains, but the wolves wouldn?t follow. Every year when the hunting season began, the Brotherhood would come from their hiding place in an attempt to preserve their animals. This caused great difficulties for those trying to hunt the beast. In an attempt at diplomacy, the Hunters (now almost an actual faction) explained what they were doing to the Brotherhood. They told their tales of the beast, they told them how it was related to the wolves, and the Brotherhood was deeply disgusted. They were disgusted at the actions of the Hunters and disgusted at the fact that they knew exactly what the beast was. The Brotherhood, being around for so many centuries, did often have people who disagreed with their philosophies. Members would sometimes abandoned the Brotherhood, but that was all. The Brotherhood, upon hearing news of this beast, believed that one of their ?former? own was responsible. See, the Brotherhood weren?t only a band of people who came out every fortnight and gave an ode to the wolves, they had created magic, hidden deep in the roots of their beginning, that could destroy and create things that no one could possibly imagine. And so the search continued for the beast. Neither the Brotherhood nor the Hunters cooperated with each other, it was a three way battle between the beast, the Brotherhood and the Hunters. Year after year people died, the blame was tossed around from side to side. The battle was no longer about the beast and, sooner or later, the beast stopped attacking. No one noticed; the Brotherhood and the Hunters were too busy fighting. After so many years it all seemed to stop. The killing, the fighting, the yearly hunting? everything. And life went on, no one remember there was ever a beast that once terrorised their countries and killed their children. No one remembered the faction of powerful, skilful Hunters and no one remember a Brotherhood dedicated to the souls of the wolves. But just because you don?t remember doesn?t mean they didn?t exist. [CENTER][B]It will come crawling in the dark, hidden In shadows as it moves silently, forbidden Watch and listen as it creeps up from behind And sinks its claws into your skin Tearing you, breaking you, He?s coming, he?s close Listen carefully as children weep And through their gowns, blood will seep.[/B][/CENTER] 2006. Present day, present Earth, not all is normal. The Brotherhood and the Hunters have been a secret for years, no one has joined their factions in over a hundred years. Not many descendants of original members remain and most live in the normal world instead of the hidden. The factions are broken, the world has ignored history and the beast will return. The Society of Blood, decades old, their members were born in the Society and they were chained to the Society. Unlike the Hunters or the Brotherhood the Society didn?t accept new members. It was the belief that the Society wouldn?t betray their own blood if they were brought up to know that law, and they never did. The Society was one big family, one big family that created a three hundred year old beast, one big family that controlled it? The beast struck first in Poland, Warsaw. This provided the beast with a new taste for blood and not so much publicity, just to get started. It then began to move across Europe until, eventually, it presence became known. Both factions became aware of the reawakening of their enemy. The Brotherhood called all of its members back to the cave in the underground and the Hunters sent out letter to their descendants, their family and their members. When it became apparent that both lacked hundreds of their driving force for their faction, there was a new recruitment. For the first time in hundreds of years the two factions began to recruit. The old members would team up with the new to fight a legend. This time it was determined the beast would die. [I]Another RPG. Cool. Well, maybe. The RPG itself will take place all over Europe, but the Brotherhood originated and is located in England whilst the Hunters are scattered and were founded in France. You don?t have to worry about locations or anything, we?ll be travelling throughout most the RPG, encountering new mysteries about the beast, encountering the Society .ect. Depending on your faction depends on your location though all characters will relatively be in the same place. You may or may not be working with characters from different factions. Yeah, alright, I saw a French film about that crazy arse wolf creature? Oh, and the name?. Well, the Brotherhood of the Wolf sounds the coolest, doesn?t it? Cooler than the rest anyway. Now the factions:[/I][/SIZE] [list] [*][B]The Brotherhood of the Wolf:[/B] An ancient faction which was believed to have started off in the Americas, it was said the Brotherhood escaped when the British began to colonize. The faction originated in England and normally consisted of just a few non-English members. Villagers began to find the Brotherhood and were taught about their life and what they believed in. The Brotherhood expanded bringing in people from all over Europe, soon enough people were born into the Brotherhood. Meetings would be held in the forests most nights for those who had a family outside the Brotherhood but some people did join as full members leaving their past behind. Most of the Brotherhood are part African, Indian, Asian .ect and part English. There are only a few who aren?t part English, the leader being one of them. Outside the meetings the Brothers (even females sometimes go by this) can do as they please as long as it doesn?t contradict their mission. However, during meetings and mostly during the battles with the Hunters, Brothers were required to apply paint to their bodies, even the few females who went into battle. For the sake of identity those who didn?t wear paint on their face (normally the English/French recruits) would wear a mask like a wolf. This was so no one knew who they were. [*][B]The Hunters:[/B] The Hunters were assembled to catch the beast and kill it. They were hunters from all over Europe but it all started in France. The Hunters are skilful and vary in personality and history. Some Hunters were in fact royalty and were pleasant men to work with. There wasn?t much too these people except that some could in fact have been the more gentle, intelligent but powerful soul in the world. Not all Hunters had a problem with the Brotherhood and not all killed the wolves, but most did play a part in it. When the Hunters came an actual faction it wasn?t much difference to their world. There was nothing tying them to the faction like the Brotherhood or the Society so you were rarely born a Hunter. Most sons did take to their father?s footsteps and joined the Hunters, though, hence why there are descendants of the original Hunters. [*][B]The Society of Blood:[/B] Creators of the Beast and a family. There are no new recruits in the Society, each and every member is in fact related in some kind of twisted family line. Each person is a descendant of the original starters and, therefore, each person is in fact capable of the same magic that created the beast. The Society?s members don?t live in the real world like the other factions, they only ever come up to the surface from their hiding place to spy and deceive. They are a dark species of humans, lacking compassion for the actual world and only wish to killed the Brotherhood and all involved with them. As time went by that hate has begun to stretch to most of the world. People from the Society are pale, their eyes are more sensitive to the sun due to growing up underground. The Society members are trained in combat and are taught that anything is possible, including magic (note: no members of the Society will be allowed magic until later on in the RPG). All Society members have a tattoo on their right shoulder, which is the shadow or shape of a wolf?s face, its jaw open and a cross going through it. Due to this it is popular belief that the Society are a Christian faction. [/list] [SIZE=1][CENTER]SIGN-UP [B]Name:[/B] [Those from the Brotherhood will have their first named replaced with ?brother?, Society members will have much stranger names] [B]Age:[/B] [B]Nationality:[/B] [Include where you were born] [B]Faction:[/B] [B]Weapons/Items:[/B] [Hunters can have anything they want, really. The Brotherhood will mostly have swords and other ancient items whilst the Society would have a mix of bizarre, custom built items] [B]Appearance:[/B] [B]Personality:[/B] [B]Biography/Snippet:[/B] [A short biography or a character snippet will do][/CENTER][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Note: Jesus Christ the Prelude is cheesy... but nevermind. Dogarta was a story I did years ago, unfortunately I looked back and saw it was terrible. So I redid it. Most of my inspiration actually comes from [I]this[/I] story, hence why I often use the name Dogarta in role plays. This is the Prelude and the first part of Chapter One. The Prelude is quite old, hence the... cheese... but I don't want to edit the Prelude since I can't remember who the fuck Luther is. So yes, old Prelude, and Chapter One which I wrote yesterday. I haven't edited through it, so it's a first draft. I'll love you forever if you read and comment. Since it was done in Word, I didn't use double spacing at first, so I had to edit that in a few moments ago. Also, no bold speech, either. Sorry =( Again, excuse the mistakes in it. Wrote it yesterday and haven't checked it.[/SIZE] [CENTER][B][U]The Dogarta Chronicles:[/U] Red Eyes[/B] Prelude, [I]To the darkness.[/I][/CENTER] [SIZE=1]The air breathed salt from the sea onto the island, icy salt, a quality that a cold winter?s morning normally possessed. The island itself was cold and rather quiet, not even the waves made a sound when they crept up to the shore. Perhaps the only sound was a shallow breathing, harsh breathing, like someone was dying. But this man wasn?t dying. It was even doubted that he could die. He was a tall man, and not just physically. His pride and royalty were shown by his armour and the smug look on his face, and he was right to be arrogant about himself. His people were perceived as demons, demons of the Universe, so they were ultimately one of the strongest in existence. And not just physical strength, again. They were strongest because of their loyalty to themselves and their ability to overcome almost anything. Who said arrogance was a bad thing? It just made you feel better about yourself. Adofo, right now, felt so good about himself. He was the Prince of his people, the apparent strongest in the Universe. His race were called demons for a reason. On Earth, millions of years ago, two of his ships crashed. His people were lost, but due to their unique ability to never die from age they lived for years. When they were sighted people made up stories, stories about demons, with red skin and horns? stories of the devil himself. This was what Adofo was, his people. They were demons, through and through. The two crews of the ships that crashed millions of years ago were eventually killed, one way or another, but not before Adofo figured out what was going on. His first act as Prince was to check out the planet, which he did? but not before Darius got there before him. Long story short, Adofo didn?t like Darius. Adofo hated Darius and his people, always undermining his authority, always thinking they had the right to be free. Only the strongest had the right to be free, therefore Darius had no right. Darius tried to get together some of the humans, descendants of the original crew that crashed, to fight Adofo. Darius gathered only a few, none of them took Adofo?s interest? except Luther. There was something about him that wasn?t right. For a long time Luther and Adofo found themselves amazed by each other, Adofo even thought that Luther was just as strong as himself. Well, they were about to find out. Adofo, defending his people?s morals and philosophies against Luther, defending his entire planet. The waves washed onto the shore once again, flowing over a young man who lay in his sand, black hair matted against his pale forehead and a torn shirt just clinging to his back with stray blood. When the water finished washing over him, he stirred, turning his head out of the sand and opening his eyes. The sun was directly in his eyes, but he didn?t need to protect them, because he didn?t have normal eyes. Every inch of his eyes, the iris, the pupil, was tinted red. A gift from the Demons of the Universe. ?Good morning, Mr. Luther.? Adofo, sat idly on a rock, said with more than a hint of amusement. His voice was as strange as he was, demonic if you wish. Another gift of his people was that Adofo?s voice would gain an eerie echo, it was a sign of royalty and respect. Only the greatest gained an ability to invoke fear through the sound of their voice. Luther rose to his feet, running a hand through his wet hair. He exhaled shakily, trying to remember what happened. The wind blew cold air into his face and he gasped when the memory of his friends flooded back to him. He closed his eyes and uttered something under his breathe, feeling the hate and anger jump back into him. His eyelids shot open and he looked upon the demon, sat smugly on his rock, wanting to show how much he hated him. Luther squared his shoulders, characteristically, and simply smiled. ?Good morning.? He said, choking back an awful lot of hate. ?Are you well?? asked Adofo. Luther titled his head. ?Aside from the back pain, I?m fine.? Luther smiled a fake smile. ?I?m surprised to see you here, Adofo. It always comes down to this, doesn?t it? Me and you. And I must admit I?ve never grown tired of you. Always there, at the end.? ?Oh? And what end is it now?? laughed Adofo. He knew very well what Luther meant by ?the end?, he was just trying to make the boy angry, as he had been doing for so many years. Luther was very good at hiding his emotions and appearing as some calm, classy man. Though at the beginning, when Luther first met Adofo, he couldn?t even hide a tear. ?I mean that we met when my former life ended, we met when my loyalty to myself ended? and now we meet when the life of my friends has ended.? Luther hoped to God that the sadness he felt wasn?t being portrayed in his voice. ?I wonder, Adofo? did you kill them? Did you kill them and, once again, fail to kill me?? Adofo simply laughed. ?Maybe.? He stood up, pacing the beach until he was level with Luther. ?Poor fool. You think you can defend these people? This whole planet? No, not against me. Not against us. Neither could your friends. Now they?re in the sea. Sinking? sinking? until they fall to the seafloor, and decay.? His smile turned slowly into a frown. ?You?re next whether you like it or not.? ?You wouldn?t kill one of your own kind, would you?? asked Luther. ??You?re not one of my brothers.? Adofo, unlike Luther, was allowed to show his anger. He had already leapt at Luther with intentions to implant the edge of his gauntlet into Luther?s face, but the boy had managed to scurry to the side and avoid being hit. Adofo stayed knelt in the sand for a moment before jumping up and hitting out at Luther again who simply moved back. The pain from his back was causing Luther to wince in pain to the point where he almost fell to the floor. ?You had it all Mr. Luther! Now you?re going to lose it all! No one rivals us, it?s a law of nature, a law of reality! And if it means killing you to get that lesson through your tiny human skull, so be it.? Adofo snarled, his head bowed as if he was going to charge Luther with his large horns. He didn?t. He just continued. ?That ship over there is the original that fell, the last one left. You?re going in that ship and I?m sending you into the sun! Only Althilmirians can survive the sun!? he finally charged Luther, his hand grasping around Luther?s throat, lifting him from the floor, choking him. ?And you?re only part Althilmirian!? Luther?s hand clasped around Adofo?s in an attempt to stop his choking. It didn?t work. He could feel the demon?s claws ripping into the back of his neck, he could feel the life slowly sinking away. Luther looked down at Adofo, managing to see through the messy black hair that was covering the demon?s eyes. Adofo?s eyes matched Luther?s, that was one of the few things that made them the same. Luther reached out for his eyes, Adofo thought it was just something humans did before they died. But Luther was only half human. He was still smart enough to know that he wasn?t beaten until he was truly dead. In a blind fury, Luther thrust his hand forward, into Adofo?s eyes. The demon released him in a cry of pain, staggering back, tripping, falling on the floor because he couldn?t hold his head and large horns up anymore. Luther was on his knees, hand to throat, laughing. ?They say someone?s eyes are the gateway to their soul. You don?t have a soul, so it must be the gateway to your insides! And it must hurt!? Luther laughed. He took his chance, perhaps the only one he would ever get, and stood up to run at Adofo. He ran at the demon and kicked him in the ribs. Adofo normally wouldn?t feel it, but the icy morning wind had made him weaker than he thought. He rolled over onto his back, growling at his own incompetence. No mercy for the weak, he always said. And no mercy was he given. Luther had picked up a rather large rock, and he was already standing over Adofo, with a smile on his face. This smile wasn?t fake. ?For Morgon, my beautiful friend? and more. For Darius, legend and teacher. For Sethos, the only good tyrant I ever knew. And for my own god-damn comfort!? Luther shouted down at the demon, raising the rock higher. He threw it down with all his might, not even shaken by the sound of the rock crashing against Adofo?s skull. The rock had hit the demon in the forehead, cracked his large crimson horn, and it slowly rolled down the shore into the sea, leaving Adofo unconscious with black blood flowing from his wound. Luther inhaled slowly, breathing out cold ice to add to the already dim air. He looked over to where Adofo had indicated the ship was, seeing a large red object hidden in the trees. There was a metal platform coming down onto the ground; the ship was open. Smiling to himself, Luther made his decision, in half the time it would take anyone else. He took Adofo?s leg and threw it over his shoulder, dragging the demon through the sand by his foot. He did so with little effort, not caring if the demon?s head was pulled over a rock or two. Luther really didn?t care for Adofo at all. Revenge? Partly. Part of Luther was going to kill Adofo for revenge of his friends, part of him was doing it out of moral laws. All of him was determined to kill the demon. There was a sense of dishonesty in Luther as he dragged Adofo up the metal plank and into the hot red ship. The ship inside was rather big, bigger than it seems, dark and dull with only one window at the front. Ignoring his dishonesty, Luther lay the demon down at the back of the ship, next to old boxes with God knows what in them. Luther walked down to the front of the ship on sturdy floor, coughing from the smoke and steam that had built up in the ship over the thousands of years. The control panel in front of him was covered with dust and dirt, though the flashing lights proved it worked. One of the gifts of being an alien being like Adofo was the knowledge; a sort of sixth sense would lean Luther to make the right decision, especially if it involved Althilmirian technology. Instinct, an instinct of brotherhood that ran strong in their blood. Luther always trusted his instinct. He sat down at the control panel, running his had over the smooth glass texture, wiping away dust as he did so. He tapped the panel twice, there was a clicking sound in the ship, a beep, then a hiss. More smoke filled the already foggy ship, the metal plank retracted and began to close up the entrance to the ship with the loud hiss of hydraulics. Luther sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow and thinking only for a moment about his decision. He tapped the console a few more times, heard the clicking and beeping of the old ship systems and turned to Adofo, who lay motionless on the floor. ?Good night, sleeping Prince. Here end the lesson.? His smile was somewhat regretful, though not for Adofo?s life. Rather for his own. He didn?t have much time to think about it, the ship?s sudden jolt caused him to forget what he was about to think. Even without looking at the falling scenery on the screen he knew the ship was taking off, partly because he could hear the burning engines and feel the gravity fighting against them. It was a feeling he had never felt before, it didn?t make him ill, it didn?t make him scared, hell, he didn?t even feel the sort of wonder he always felt when encountering something new. He just sat back in the chair, listening to Adofo?s ragged breathing, and smiling for what would perhaps be the last time. Another jolt sent Luther off the chair and sat against the console, the ship shaking through the atmosphere wasn?t a very pleasant feeling. As soon as the shaking began it stopped with another jolt sending Luther?s head forward, hurting his already scarred back more when it crashed back against the console. The ship straightened out, boxes fell off each other and onto Adofo?s head. Luther smiled and closed his eyes when the demon stirred awake, disorientated at first, though when he came to his senses he sat up, shaking his head and rubbing his horns. ?L-Luther?? he stammered. ?Luther! What the hell have you done?!? the demon screamed, running forward and frantically tapping controls on the console to change their fight path. Luther, meanwhile, was still sat down, laughing. Sadistically, maniacally. He was proud of himself for what he was about to do, proud of himself for once in his life. He was about to do an act that would make his brother proud, something he set out to do a long time ago. ?I?ve done the Universe a favour. In a few minutes, we will burn in the sun.? He stood up beside a devastated Adofo and put a hand on his armoured shoulder. ?Together. As enemy and ally.? He smirked, moving away to the boxes and seating himself in a fine position so he could see the stars out of the view screen. Adofo, still quite shocked, soon joined him. ?You?ve frozen the controls. You?ve locked us in. You?re going to kill yourself to kill me?? he whispered, somehow losing that eerie echo for a moment. ?I small loss.? Adofo turned to Luther and laughed. It was said that they didn?t have fear, the Althilmirians, Demons of the Universe, had no fear at all. Adofo disagreed at this point. He was scared but that fear was being overpowered by a sense of peace and pride? for Luther. Luther had achieved something that no one else could do, he had just committed a selfless act, something no Althilmirian had ever done in his life. Adofo had respected Luther for a long time, but the feeling of respect for his mortal enemy was greater than ever. ?It?s been a good few years, hasn?t it?? asked Luther with a grin. ?It has.? Adofo agreed with a slow nod. ?I must admit that you are an admirable opponent. I?m saddened that you?re going to die, with me. But I?m glad I get to die with someone as great as you. I?m glad I wasn?t killed by that idiot Darius, that would be the most unworthy death ever.? Luther bit his lip, exhaled. ?What happens to the throne once you?re gone? Aren?t you the last son of the King?? Adofo nodded regretfully. ?When I die no one takes my place. Without a ruler the Althilmirians lose their path, they stray from the line of military order and they become brutal wild beasts. We?re not so brutal, you know. We?re geniuses. Every single Althilmirian, on every single planet, contributes in more than one way to our cause.? He looked over at the screen, the sun was drawing closer. ?The Althilmirian Army is the strongest because of it?s unity. The unity was created by my brothers, my brothers dictated that the unity was commanded by one royalty, the one ruler. Without that ruler they have no orders. Without that order they have no meaning. With no meaning, they revert back to a life of savagery.? He smirked at Luther. ?Maybe you haven?t saved your people after all.? ?Oh, but I have.? Luther laughed. ?I?ve made an example of myself to many on my planet, and not only that but my son, the one you didn?t kill, will be alive with my blood. That blood will save us all one day, and kill your people. Finally. Everything has to end sometime.? The two looked up to the screen once more, the ship gave an almighty jolt and the heat suddenly became something quite insane. Luther thought back on his life, all he had done and all he had failed to do, and he wondered if Adofo was doing the same thing. Death would always come, even to the apparently immortal demons. Adofo was bound to die despite his arrogant, despite his determination to live forever. Forever was nothing. ?Here end the lesson.? Luther whispered. ??Yes.? Adofo?s voice was shaky, hoarse, defeated, something Luther never thought he would ever see or hear. He tilted his head and, instead of watching his doom draw closer, the boy watched Adofo. His expression was priceless. The demon?s jaw hung slightly open, baring sharp teeth and a look of devastation still on his mouth. Although, like always, it was his eyes that told the story. His eyes were fixed on the view before him, totally motionless, a little scary, in fact. Through the clouds of red and white in his eyes, Luther saw something he thought incapable of an Althilmirian. Fear. Unique, maybe to this one Prince, was the fear of death. Why were they so scared of dying if they gambled their whole life every day? Their genius was flawed. ?Adofo?? Luther said with an equal amount of fear building. ?Are you? afraid?? Adofo turned to Luther, looking just as scared as Luther thought he would be, a strange absence in his eyes, peace at least. There wasn?t anymore hatred or angry, it was an absent peace. ?Yeah...? He murmured. In what seemed like a blaze of glory, the ship began to disintegrate in the sun. [B][CENTER][U]Chapter I.[/B] A Second Chance.[/U][/CENTER] [I]Xorphia, 4056[/I] The hall was dancing with lights, or rather the lights were swaying. The dark room seemed to stretch for a mile, it was filled with people and these occasional lights in the air, small red flames being swayed side to side by whoever held them. At the front of the hall was a platform, or a stage, which was just as black as the room, except for the fact that a few spotlights were directed down at the stage. The spotlights fell on three figures, two stood side to side, on being a man and another being a woman. The other figure stood further back, sat in fact, behind one of Xorphia?s most ancient musical instruments, brought back by Kovar himself who was said to play the piano. The people below were holding torches, lighters, or anything that made a small light, and swaying to the third figure?s piano playing. Occasionally the two other figures would join in, adding some vocals to the piece, a few of the crowd would sing along, but their voices could never outmatch the ones on the stage. A long time fan of music, what little of it was left, happened to be Dogarta. Due to his size he couldn?t see stood up, so he sat at the back on one of the speakers, legs crossed and a smile on his pale, young face. He was dressed in his normal attire, a plain white shirt with a black tie and a pair of torn, rough black trousers. The Outskirts had no place for formality, and a suit wasn?t even considered formal, so he wore it. His hair wasn?t long, nor was it short, it fell down over his ears and sometimes his icy blue eyes. Red hair, dark red, not really ginger, more of a red colour than anything else. Another thing he was proud of. Society on Xorphia had outlawed music, well, just the concerts. In the public areas of formality and society there was no room for music. No room for a soul. Dogarta didn?t live on the Outskirts, he was a son of a Governor therefore he was a very rich boy and wasn?t allowed to the Outskirts. He hated that. He hated the fact that the Xorphians, proud descendants of humanity, led by Kovar, were destined to be so heartless. Going to a concert in the Outskirts was a punishable offence, punishable by the worse penalty (the death penalty had been abolished years ago). Dogarta didn?t care. Kovar was his idol, his hero, he knew Kovar better than the Xorphians. Four thousand and fifty nine years ago, Kovar left Earth after settling the Third Stage of Human Evolution (for lack of a better name). He took the chosen humans to Xorphia, to start a new life, and there he lay down his laws. The dates were reset, Kovar left for reasons unknown, and the Xorphians grew. Kovar was their legend, their hero, their everything. He was Dogarta?s everything. Since Kovar played the piano, which Dogarta did as well, then way was music so bad? A smile crept on Dogarta?s face when the song finished, final song of the night. The crowd stood silent for a moment, the lights flickered out, a ground breaking applause erupted throughout the room. Whistling, cheering, clapping? the three on stage gave a small bow, one of them shouted a thank you, and Dogarta joined in with the celebration. It wasn?t long when the lights started to fill the room again and the large crowd packed tightly to the front of the stage started to move out. Dogarta, giving a satisfied sigh, leapt down from his place atop the speakers and blended into the crowd. The people were very friendly, new faces he had never seen before patted him on the shoulder and nodded politely, saying brief hello?s and brief comments about the concert. Dogarta merely smiled at them all enthusiastically and nodded back. He entered the corridors that led to the outside and followed the crowds, the numbers were decreasing. As Dogarta neared the exit there was a whistling from behind him. He turned, looked, and saw two men leaning against the wall of the corridor, both incredibly tall dressed in suits, though that didn?t hide their lack of funds. The unshaven faces and scruffy hair gave that away. ?Hey Dog Boy, over here!? shouted the tallest man, standing up right. ?I have a surprise for you!? he added on. Dogarta pushed back through the crowds, fully aware he was in the wrong direction and thus causing an inconvenience. He arrived at his two friends, Staan and Zurviel. ?Good time?? asked Dogarta with a smile. Staan, the tallest, laughed and put his hand on Dogarta?s shoulder. ?Yeah. You?d be wanting passes to the next gig, right?? he asked, hot breath on Dogarta?s face. ?Well, no, see I can?t borrow any more money and I need to put this back in my father?s - ? ?Of course you do!? Staan cut him off. ?C?mon, Dog, you?re going to let this one go just because you?re not allowed here? That didn?t stop you this time. Shouldn?t stop you next time. And if you?re not going to get caught then you won?t need to explain, if you don?t explain then your father will never understand how far he?s gone from the true ways of Xorphia.? Staan pointed to the ceiling as if they were the stars. ?What do you say?? ?Staan, I can?t.? Dogarta breathed. ?This money in my pocket has to be back in my father?s desk or I?ll get in so much trouble?? he trailed off, ?I?m sorry, Staan.? Zurviel laughed with Staan. ?Ha. Told you. He wasn?t worth it.? Zurviel snarled. ?I was!? Dogarta protested. ?Then prove it.? Staan took a golden ticket out of his pocket, he waved it in Dogarta?s face, tempting him. ?Money now. Ticket now. It?s so simple. Are you a politicians up there with the dead guys, or a real, fighting machine with at least some form of passion that keeps him alive? Besides, Dog, I?m not giving you a choice. Next concert. You?ll be there.? Staan pushed the ticket into Dogarta?s hand, satisfied by the fear he saw on his face, and reached into the young boy?s pocket, pulling out all of his money. ?Hey Dog, that?s what friends are for.? Zurviel said, ending with a laugh. Dogarta, eyes cast downwards, just nodded and murmured in agreement before walking away. He shuffled through the crowds and kept his eyes down all the way, hands in his pockets, icy blue eyes on the floor. He stopped when nearing the exit, a cold harsh wind hitting his face followed by drips of hard water. Shrugging his collar up a bit more, he proceeded out into the rain. It lashed down on him fiercely, no mercy at all. It collected in the streets, in the gutters, flooding the already destroyed parts of the Outskirts. Others, those who lived in the Outskirts, were on their way home, barely being touched by the rain, while Dogarta was forced to have his red hair stuck to his forehead by an unruly weather climate in the Outskirts. The night was dark, yet there were stars in the sky, always stars. No matter where you were, the City or the Outskirts, Xorphia made sure there were stars. It was something Kovar dictated. The stars were a symbol of hope, a symbol that meant you shouldn?t give up because the furthest star will always be furthest away, so you had to keep going, even if you would never reach it. A good philosophy, Dogarta thought, thought he was too much of a coward himself to try it out. Too much of a push over to have his own life; he had to let others rule it. He slipped slightly on the sidewalk, into a puddle of water, sighing as he did so. Pathetic, that?s what he was. He hated most things; his life, the rain, the world, the Xoprhians who lacked compassion that their dead leader valued so much. Kovar wouldn?t be proud of the Xorphians anymore. At least he shouldn?t have been angry at Zurviel or Staan, they weren?t very good people but they were getting there. Reverting back to the old ways like everyone else in the Outskirts would eventually do. He came to a bridge, barely visible from the lack of light, but he knew exactly where it went. The bridge was somewhat like a portal, it separated the Outskirts from the City. Once you crossed it, you entered into the City?s world, technology controlled the weather, the climate was always perfect, never too harsh and never too soft. It was a completely controlled environment, and that?s why people form the Outskirts never went to the City and why people from the City were never allowed into the Outskirts. He crossed over the bridge and nearly slipped on the wet stones, eventually finding his footing again when he crossed through the threshold. The rain had stopped pouring on his head and the ground was softer, that was the only difference in the environment so far. Ahead there were buildings, millions of them, glass ones of all colours and all height squashed together with only a few roads in between. Even at night the City was alive with lights. It wasn?t appealing to Dogarta at all. Sighing, he jogged forward with his hands in his pocket towards the city. Hopefully his father wasn?t home yet, he would go crazy seeing Dogarta getting home this late. Not to mention the rain would give away where he had been. When he got into the depth of the City, underneath all the tall buildings, he felt the few people that walked past looking at him. A lot of people knew who Dogarta was, he had a criminal record (though Dogarta didn?t class them as crimes) and his father, Murphy D.L., was a Governor. Dogarta looked down at the floor and tried not to make eye contact with anyone, trying to forget the fact that they were there and he was back in the City. He came to the end of the long row of buildings, away from the skyscrapers there were the houses, situated neatly between fields and trees. Dogarta?s home was behind a few other?s, the largest one in the area, not surprising since his father was a very important man. He negotiated his way between the other houses, careful not to go anywhere near their land, until he came to the gates of his own home. He snuck through the large silver gates, trying to close them without much noise, and ran up the stone stairs to the front of his house. When reaching the door he did the same as he did with the gates, opening it with as much silence as possible. The hall, first room of the house, was empty and dark, although the outline of the stairs and other large, oak doors were visible (it wasn?t even real oak, Xorphians didn?t believe in killing trees). With a heavy sigh of relief Dogarta crept forward and was stopped when he took a single step. A light shone brightly in the hall all of a sudden, reflecting off the white marble and into Dogarta?s, who winced painfully. A man dressed in a long, black robe with red cuffs and a neat expression (or lack of expression) on his face stood near the stairs, nodding at Dogarta peacefully. Dogarta closed his eyes and swore under his breath. ?Welcome home, sir.? The man said with a nod. He was the family servant, Dogarta didn?t know his name, he never asked. ?Your father is waiting for you. Would you like a towel?? he added. Dogarta ran his hand through his hair and noticed how wet it was. ?Err? no, no thanks.? He replied briefly. The butler gave a small nod and began a fast paced walk up the stairs, which Dogarta had trouble keeping up with. The butler led him through the halls and through several doors in the house, never once looking back to check on his master?s son. Suddenly, he did stop, at a large red and gold door. He turned around to face Dogarta, staring blankly with his old relic of a face. He simply indicated for Dogarta to enter and left it at that. With a slow sigh and a crack of his neck, Dogarta twisted the door handle and pushed the door open slightly, peering in. His father?s office, bad news indeed. The room was quite large, like everything in the house, and was filled with red and gold objects. There were large windows at the back of the room behind his father?s desk and two doors to the left and the right, always locked. Dogarta stepped into the room, getting an eerie feeling causing him to shake with nervousness. His father was in the room, he could tell. He was sat with the back of his chair facing Dogarta, tapping his hand on the arm of his chair to the tick of the clock just above him. ?How was your day?? asked Dogarta?s father, his voice old and hoarse. ?Fine.? Dogarta muttered a reply. There was a long, long pause after that. Dogarta couldn?t hear his father breathing but he could hear his own breaths, sharp and scared. He had always been scared of his father, even then it didn?t stop him from always undermining his authority. His father stood up, a tall, buff man, always dressed formally, more formally than his son, anyway. His hair was dark red with dabs of grey, neatly combed back and not too long. His large hand was still tapping to the sound of the clock, his gold ring sometimes catching on the arm. He walked around his desk to the front, leant back on it, and looked at Dogarta, a little regretfully. ?Why is it that you can?t understand what I?m trying to do here? Why is it that you have to go against everything I ask, everything I do, without a reason? Why, Dogarta, why?? he asked firmly. ?I was worried about where you were, the Outskirts are dangerous. Do you realise that because of you I missed a very, very important meeting that may reveal Xorphia to the rest of the Universe and possibly start an intergalactic war with our neighbours? Do you get that, Dogarta? Do you get the fact that if you keep undermining my work we might find ourselves in a war, with no saviour to save us this time?? he voice was rising now. ?I-I didn?t m-mean?? Dogarta stammered. ?You didn?t mean to?! Shall we just take your criminal record files and rename it Dogarta?s ?I didn?t mean to? list? How can you not mean to run out for a whole day at some run down, isolated, barren wasteland of a civilisation? The only reason that place is still around is because it?s inhabited! Otherwise we would have destroyed it years ago!? ?I won?t do it again!? Dogarta yelled. His father moved forward all of a sudden, grabbing Dogarta by the scruff of his collar. As if he knew where they were and that they would be there, he took out a ticket, for another concert, waving it in Dogarta?s face for a moment before throwing it back down on his desk and sitting on the chair in a huff. Dogarta stared at the floor, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes. ?Look at me.? His father ordered. Dogarta shook his head. ?For Kovar?s sake, look at me!? Dogarta looked up then and was glad he wasn?t scared anymore. He doubted his father was seeing a scared little boy anymore. He hated it when people even used Kovar?s name when they weren?t allowed to. It was completely unworthy of them. ?You know we?re right. Deep down you know you?ve all strayed away from the real meaning, the real reason for living. You?re so old that you?re scared of change. You?re scared of new culture, new ideas, you?re just so old it?s scary. Don?t ever use his name, you?re not Xorphians, they?re his people, his people wouldn?t be so? pathetic.? Dogarta snarled. His father sighed. ?It?s not about who?s right or wrong anymore. If you love Kovar so much, then you can go and live with him, in his time.? He opened his drawer and took out a small packet of pictures and written letters, handing them to Dogarta. ?You haven?t been punished because you?re my son. I won?t be responsible for you anymore. You?re old enough to take care of yourself and your own actions. We have no death penalty, though now I wish we had. I?d rather know my son was with the Gods rather than being lost to a world we know so little about.? A world they knew so little about? that was Earth, from 4800 to 5060 there was absolutely nothing in Earth?s history about what happened to the culture or even civilisation. 5060 was the year when history was recorded again, the year that the Third Stage of Human Evolution began and Kovar, the world?s biggest hero and still a hero in Xorphian history, took the chosen people to their new planet. There was a hug gap in history, to Xorphia it was like a pit of doom, they couldn?t stand not knowing everything. ?You don?t mean? you can?t. That would just mess up? you can?t? you wouldn?t do it to your own son!? Dogarta shouted at him. His father just gave a sigh and no reply. ?You wouldn?t do that to your own son! ?Would you?? added Dogarta with a gulp. A sigh. ?I?m sorry, Dogarta. I really am sorry.? He flicked his hand, an order, and the doors on both side of the room were flung open. Dogarta looked to both sides, armoured police in white and black stormed into the room with weapons drawn and pointing them at Dogarta. Dogarta was speechless, and he didn?t understand at all. A man, not armoured or with weapons, but instead in a long, white and gold cloak and a hood, stepped forward to speak. ?The new penalty for villains like you has been decided. You are hereby banished from Xorphia and sentenced to life on Earth, 5002. There you can live out your natural life but you will never be allowed to return to Xorphia, even if you did find a way?? the new figure said. ?I deny all of it! I?m not the criminal, you are, you all murdered yourselves!? Dogarta protested. ?Stop trying to be smart.? His father said, annoyed. ?Yes, it doesn?t suit you.? The white robed figure said with the tiniest hint of humour. ?Your fate is you fate. Nothing can be done. Now, do I need these men to escort you out, or will you comply with our commands?? Dogarta said nothing. ?You brought this upon yourself, boy.? His father added in, sitting back on his chair and turning around to face away from his son. ?I can?t be responsible for you anymore.? One of the police grabbed Dogarta by the arm, urging him towards the door. Dogarta was staring at his father and provided little resistance to them, still quite in shock about the whole situation. He looked down at the floor and walked obediently with the police towards the door. He stopped, just for a moment, and turned around. ?You should have just killed me yourself. Maybe it would have opened your eyes a bit more.?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]#10[/B] [I]A thread for a site whose fame and resources Eclipse our own. Can you connect the dots?[/I] To be honest, I have no idea. At all. But I'm guessing it's the [B][URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=54075]6 Degrees of Wikipedia[/URL][/B] thread? Meh. I dunno... XD[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Theodore smirked quite proudly, feeling strong with his sword in his hand. He obviously had forgotten that he didn?t actually [I]use[/I] the sword. He backed away with a few other members of the group, sighing. Should he fight a Cerberus or a Xintexies? Oh, what a wonderful choice. After a few moments he looked down at his sword and put it back where it belonged. He found himself backing away from the Cerberus, the other creature seemed to have little or no interest in the left side of the room. Theodore just kept backing away, the creature came closer to himself and Ixi, the other group member. Theodore suddenly walked into something behind him, a sharp pain jabbed into his shoulder and he winced, turning around to see one of the spikes in the moving wall had caught his shoulder. He turned back to the Cerberus, and saw it had leapt for him. [B]?Wow!?[/B] Theodore yelled, launching one of the basic shadow attacks, a shadow ball, at the creature. It staggered back with it?s eyes closed as a sphere of black energy exploded in its face, and when it recovered it looked back up, growling at both Ixi and Theodore again. Theo, quite angry that the creature hadn?t even [I]pretended[/I] to be hurt by one of his attacks, charged up another one of his shadow balls in his right palm. He launched it but, unfortunately, Ixi had also gone forward for an attack and had to back off from Theodore?s shadow ball. [B]?Hey! Watch it!?[/B] Ixi shouted. Theodore held his hands up to apologise, and while doing so, the Cerberus had charged him. Luckily Theo managed to move himself out of the way, though his shoulder caught another enclosing spike and he well on the floor, rolling to the side so he avoided the Cerberus which had turned and headed for Ixi. [B]?Ixi, I?m going to go and find a way to shut these walls off. You won't mind if I leave you to fight the Ceberus, right??[/B]Theodore said from the floor, but didn't wait for a response. [B]?Kaiser, you busy??[/B] he shouted over to his friend. There was no reply, but there was a frown from Kaiser, who had basically stated he [I]was[/I] busy fighting a monster. Theodore leapt up quickly and began to walk down the room in a fast pace, looking for anything to switch the walls off and stop the spikes from moving. He got to the end of the room and looked, seeing more tiles. He backed away from them with a ?Ouh, don?t wanna touch those? comment and continued his searching. On the far side of the room he searched the back wall, frantically to say the least. He ran his hands across the wall, careful of the spikes, until he found a loose brick. He looked over at the group. [B]?I think I found it! I?m going to see if this works, but don?t blame me is the room blows up or those? [I]things[/I] start leaking acid!?[/B] He told them. Looking back down at the wall, Theodore saw the brick he wanted. He also saw that the walls were slowly passing the brick, which would then make it impossible for him to press it. He tried to get his hand past the spikes, but they were too thick and the brick was almost gone. In a quick move, Theodore stepped back and tried something quite unique. [B]?Shadow puppet!?[/B] he said, thrusting his hands forward. Thick shadows ran down his hands, coming out of his fingertips and at first forming a shadow against the spiked wall. Soon the shadow built up, quite quickly in fact, to an almost living shadow. Theodore manipulated the shadow like a puppet, which it was, and he knew that a shadow could easily squeeze into the tiniest corners. It was too late. The wall had completely passed the brick, and even though he tried to get his shadow puppet?s hand through the small gap in the spiked wall it was useless, he couldn?t see what he was doing behind the wall to manipulate the puppet correctly. He swore under his breath, backed away, and looked across the back wall again. He had stepped back this time to get a full view, and if he saw a brick that remotely looked like it was loose, he would manipulate the shadow puppet which was much faster than himself to test it. [B]?I will [I]not[/I] be a power up, I will [I]not[/I] be a power up??[/B] He chanted under his breath. He definitely didn?t want to die and go to the graveyard. ------------ [I]OOC: I hope this is okay, if there?s anything that nobody likes in this post then I?ll edit it straight away.[/I][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I'd just like to apologise for my lack of posting, though hopefully I'll get something up tonight. Thanks to Revelation for keeping my character in her post, too, heh. I do have a question though, and I apologise again if it's already been asked. Do our characters get to meet outside the game anytime soon? Or will there be posts outside the game? I think I remember it being mentioned in one of the threads, I just wasn't sure about it so I thought I'd ask. I sure hope I can get my post up by tonight...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I was a little unsure about Rome's fall, Cygnus, since my history teacher forgot to teach us about it. It's why I left that part so blank. And also I forgot to add, many thanks to [B]Revelation[/B] for coming up with a use for the title ^_^;; sorry I forgot, heh. Here's my sign-up and I'll wait for about three or four more people before I start this.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Claudius Adama [Birth name: Henry Adama] [B]Codename:[/B] Claudius [B]Age: [/B] 24 [B]Origin:[/B] Unknown to Claudius [Believed to be Poland] [B]Weapons:[/B] Claudius is normally seen with two [I]gladius?[/I], which is the short sword used by most Gladiators. He prefers the two swords or a spear and also likes to wear a small shield if fighting with any of those weapons. [B]Armour:[/B] A small, round shield is probably his trademark, but aside that Claudius is fully armoured and wears leather underneath his armour. His [u][url=http://www.penguin3d.com/gallery/breastplate.jpg]breastplate[/url][/u] has a stylized griffin on it, as do his shin pads and arm guards. The shield also bares the same griffin mark. His [u][URL=http://www.nitrocomics.com/gladhelmet2.jpg]helmet[/URL][/u] is always worn in combat and is used as a means of hiding his face from the people he hates. There is also a metal screen over the eyes that can be pulled up, a lot like silver glass, shielding Claudius? eyes from the sun since he spent too much time in the darkness. [B]Victories:[/B] 5 against normal humans in a competition held several years ago, 2 against angels. [B]Defeats:[/B] 15, one with Magnus which left a scar from his left shoulder to his index finger. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://imperiumromanum.com/sprache/filme/gladiator_joaquinphoenix_01.jpg]Here[/URL] [Commodus from Gladiator, minus the crown] [B]Personality:[/B] At a first glance Claudius is seen as a cold, uncaring, angry young man. He spends most of his time on his own in the Underground, never really talking to anyone and shrugging people off if they do get too close. Claudius wants to appear cold and heartless, he doesn?t even care that there have been rumours about his insanity from time to time. In the Underground Claudius is hated for taking part in a human vs. human competition, he is disliked for his sarcastic, ironic attitude and he doesn?t really mind. In all honesty Claudius is trying to make people dislike him, in fear that being close to people will cause just as much pain as before. In reality, not what Claudius appears to be, he is an honest man. Those in the Underground who have taken the time or have managed to talk to Claudius without being snapped at sarcastically have noticed that he will for freedom and loyalty towards his dead comrades is unheard of. Though Claudius may be angry he still doesn?t let it cloud him enough to make him a monster. Even among his few friends Claudius still appears as a mysterious man from time to time, he will normally blurt out lines of poems he remembers and say things that really are irrelevant to the subject. To his friends, not to the strangers who hold him back, he is a loyal, trustworthy, honourable young man who is willing to fight one last time. Among his friends Claudius seemingly loses the appearance he gives to others and gains respect by kindness and curiosity, possibly the only respect he has in the Underground are from his very few friends. [B]Biography:[/B] Henry Adama, son of Phillip Adama, does not remember his life before he was five years old. He awoke on a ship sailing towards Ireland, possibly one of the last places the Angels hadn?t taken. He had a mother, a father, two brothers and a sister. Whilst in Ireland he grew up with some good morals and had a very good view on life, though he, like everyone else, knew of the Angels and the doom heading towards them. His father told him that their family would never be taken as slaves and that they would fight any creature, no matter how divine, to the last breath. During his childhood Henry was a very, very caring child. He cared so much about everything in his life, he was an incredibly passionate young man. What was the most important thing was his loyalty and his love. Henry loved his family and his friend, he wasn?t going to let them go. Magnus came personally to Ireland to crush the last resistance to his superpower. In a fury of flames and battles, Magnus burnt Henry?s village [I]and[/I] the adults. Magnus took the children and made them watch the adults burn alive while crucified, and when this was complete he told each child that this is what they deserve for defying their fate, this is what they deserve for their prejudice and defeat. Magnus said that the strong will be recognized and survive, whilst the weak will die and be forgotten. Henry would never forget that. The children were shipped to Rome with Magnus and Henry was silent all the way there. He didn?t speak for years. His parents were murdered when he was 7, and he spent 4 years Underground away from the sunlight and most other humans. Since he was so far away from everything else the darkness which he dwelled to got to him, making his eyes more sensitive to light and looking a lot darker than they should have been. When Magnus called for a clean out of all the ?gutters? of the Underground, they found him. After so many years he spoke, telling the soldiers his name was Claudius Adama. Claudius was forced to live with the other humans and he did so, with difficultly. He wouldn?t let anyone near him and found that he enjoyed making negative remarks and snapping at people. One day, a Gladiator was thrown into the Underground after a defeat, blood on him and dying. Claudius asked him who he had faced to be beaten so badly, and when the Gladiator told Claudius that he had been defeated by Magnus there was a significant change in Claudius. Coldness turned to anger, and he demanded to be allowed his first battle. The Angels simply laughed, commenting he was too young. In the two years where Claudius eagerly awaited his first fight he watched Vincent carefully, and saw how he talked about his tactics to his followers. From simply listening Claudius learnt a lot, he was even sure he knew what Learn to Fly was. The day Vincent died was the day Claudius was allowed to fight, and when he fought his first battle he won. This was his first mistake, since Claudius made some terrible remarks to the crowd. After his victory Claudius was beaten by the Angel guards for his remarks. Humans gave him sympathy, which he also disliked. He bitterly snapped at his own species and became an unpopular person in the Underground. What made him even more unpopular was the fact that, when a unique competition pitting humans against humans came around, he entered. All losers in that tournament died. Claudius managed to fight his way to the top and win the tournament, and he ended up making another mistake. In his victory he shouted up at the Emperor, asking if he was having fun. Magnus took this as a challenge. During their battle Claudius was no match for the Emperor. Magnus flung him around the arena with ease, beating him almost to death with his bare hands. Magnus took his own dagger and made a scar for Claudius to remember the match by, all the way down his left should to the tip of his finger. Despite his hate for the one human, Magnus allowed him to live, and sent him back to the Underground, where Claudius grew angrier and angrier. The events after that were unimportant. Claudius lost, he won barely, he was an outcast in his own species for his mistakes and was barely able to survive in this world. Under his bitterness and cold exterior he wanted his freedom back, because deep down he felt he wasn?t a loser. The people who knew him for real, the very few that they were, knew he wasn?t as cold and heartless as he seemed. Claudius blamed his lying appearance of coldness on the Emperor and vowed that if anyone was going to kill Magnus he would be the on to deliver the fatal blow.[/SIZE]

[CENTER][B][U]Learn to Fly[/U] [M-LVS][/B][/CENTER] [SIZE=1][I]You could say that we are the Fallen from Heaven, and Earth is our Hell. Like Lucifer we defied our God and were cast out, only we were granted the right to redeem ourselves. Either way human beings have fallen short of God?s glory for the actions of their ancestors; the original sin which prevents humanity obtaining its highest status in the Universe. This is something no one ever dwells on for long, people simply get on with their lives and rarely ever wonder about God, or Gods, in such a manner. The events of the past are something that we would find impossible these days, we would never expect another saviour to appear, nor would we expect a change in society due to a higher power. Whether it be one God or many Gods, whether it be a Christian or Roman God, humans fell short of their glory, and one man will bring forth a prophecy that will never be forgotten.[/I][/SIZE] [CENTER][B] Quandiu stabit coliseus, stabit et; Quando cadit coliseus, cadet et Roma; Quando cadet Roma, cadet et mundus.[/B] As long as the Colosseum stands, so shall Rome; When the Colosseum falls, so shall Rome; When Rome falls, so shall the world.[/CENTER] [SIZE=1][B][U]A Roman Devil[/U][/B] In [B]187 BC[/B] Rome saw the rise of a new Titan, a Gladiator who went by the name Magnus Gore. Magnus was an incredible warrior, how he became a Gladiator was unknown. He fought almost everyday and won every battle, whoever he faced would surely die. Outside of the arena he was said to be a quiet man, others would say he was as cold and heartless as the way he would slay his opponent. It seemed Magnus had a complex of killing people, which was why he became a Gladiator, and soon enough the Emperor and the audience grew tired of his constant wins and the lack of warriors around due to Magnus killing them. Since the public had a bitter taste for Magnus, they wanted him dead, but he didn?t seem to die. In one fight Magnus knocked his enemy down, and signalled for the audience to tell him whether his foe should live or die, expecting them to indicate a death. When he was told to let the other Gladiator live, Magnus was confused, and disobeyed anyway. Seeing his chance for new popularity among his people, the Emperor released the animals on Magnus and Magnus was stoned by the audience. Magnus was said to have died there, but when the lions left the arena there was no body on the floor. The Roman people didn?t dwell on this and let it go, and it turned out that even an assault of the lions couldn?t kill Magnus. [B][U]The Five Promises of Magnus Gore[/U][/B] Several months later, Magnus was said to have threatened Commodus, the Emperor who had ?turned? the Romans against Magnus. Magnus said that if humanity wasn?t willing to accept God, and now they weren?t willing to accept the Devil, then he was going to deem them unworthy of both Hell and Heaven, and that he would slay all their children just like the worthless Gladiators in the arena. He promised:[/SIZE] [list] [*]Humans fell short of God and fall short of me, so they will fall completely and I will do this. Every human child will die, the mighty shall rule in the place of the unaccepting heretics. [*]The mighty shall appear in the world and, after years of neglect, will start a revolution. [*]I will never die, I will be there for my people and I will have all you lack. [*]I will not be forgotten, but your way of life will be, you will be words in a book, you lives will be lost. [*]You will fall, as a show of humanity's fall from grace. [/list] [SIZE=1]After this, all child deaths and all bad things in the Empire were blamed on Magnus Gore, not really a part of history because people feared to write about him, though a significant role in Commodus? lack of leadership. Commodus was, on many occasions, said to have made a deal with Magnus which was way he was such a blood thirsty, bad Emperor. Magnus was never seen again, and never heard from because no one wrote about him. There was one painting of Magnus, however, and he appeared as a strong man, with great black wings on his back. [B][U]The Fall[/B][/U] The traditional date of the fall of the Roman Empire is [B]September 4, 476[/B] when Romulus Augustus, the Emperor of the Western Roman Empire was deposed. Magnus Gore was said, by the few who knew his name, to be involved with that. No one knew how or why, or even if the date was right for Rome?s fall, but many believed that Magnus was portraying the story of Adam and Eve by letting the civilisation fall from its paradise, its glory and everything that made it the greatest city in history. Magnus had kept his last promise. His fourth promise later became clear, as he was never mentioned in history because most things that made Rome what it was were forgotten and misinterperated. [B][U]The Ressurection[/B][/U] [B]2010[/B] hosts the third promise of Magnus Gore. A boy was born with an abnormal bone structure near his shoulder blades and back, though nothing happened until he was a teenager. His name was Matthew, and in those vital years when he was growing up he looked into the mirror, pain shooting through his spine, and watched as two blood stained wings shot out of his back. From that moment he felt no fear, only a despise for humans. His wings were small, so he hid them for some time, and he went to Rome to learn about Magnus. There wasn?t much about Magnus, though what he did know was the answer he needed. When Matthew grew up he began to preach to the people, telling them that the only way to redeem themselves was to learn to fly and embrace the way of the Ancient Romans, before their fall, and build a city so high that they could [I]take[/I] God, not worship him. Matthew was ignored. One day, on [B]September 4[/B], same day as Rome fell, Matthew assassinated the Pope in front of millions. He then flung off his coat and let the world glance at his wings, telling them that, once again, they ignored the warning from above and now they would die. Matthew wouldn?t be the last to rise with wings. [B][U]The Revolution[/B][/U] Tests were run on those born with the faulty gene, the part which apparently made children bare angel wings. Matthew was still alive then, and he convinced those with wings never to let them be slaves. No more experiments were run. No more nice angels. People rejected them, they were freaks, they weren?t allowed in society. Matthew laughed at this and, in [B]2024[/B], the Revolution that Magnus mentioned in his second promise began. Angels, as they were dubbed, started off in small groups, attacking here and there. As the years past they grew in numbers, and their conquering started from the very place Magnus began; Rome. Under Matthew?s rule, the Angels took over one by one in the name of the Ancients. With their superiority, the Angels took over most of Europe faster than the Romans and, in time, the world. The day Matthew brought back from was named 1 A.H., [B]After Humanity[/B]. The entire world was taken over in [B]35 A.H.[/B] and humanity was a sub species to the now great Angels. They turned the world into a new age Roman Civilisation, no longer ancient, yet technologically advanced and a new page to history, reviving a legend. Rome was the capital city of the world. Matthew, proud of his creation, renamed himself Magnus Gore believing that, because of his black wings, he was the reincarnation of the legendary Magnus. Humans lived underground in the worse conditions, most never even saw light again. Some were kept above ground, in camps, they were used as training creatures for the Angels and their army. Humans would also come above ground for the grand event: the Gladiator Games. Humans would fight in Rome?s most grand competition, its highest form of entertainment. Some angels were even thrown underground, criminals forced to fight and die in the arena just like old days. And, just like the old dies, when Magnus fought he never lost. [CENTER][B]Learn to Fly[/B][/CENTER] Will humanity fall on its knees and submit to the self-proclaimed superior race? Spartacus lead a slave revolt, there is nothing stopping humans. Though he failed today?s humans outnumber the Angels greatly, and the mistakes of the past won?t be made again. Several years ago Vincent Arnold had supposedly created a flawless plan of action to reduce the entire Angel world to dust. His followers were few, as many feared being crucified if they followed Vincent. His men fought together in the arena and would normally be responsible for the Angel?s decrease in numbers. Vincent?s battle tactics in the arena seemed to work, so others joined his plan to overthrow the Angels. When Magnus learned of Vincent?s plans, he called him to the arena in a battle. Vincent was alone, without his team beside him, he lost. He was slaughtered by Magnus and is now hung on Colosseum, below the Emperor?s seat, with the words: ?No Mercy? below his decaying corpse. Vincent?s tactic for the Fall of the Angels was known as ?Learn to Fly?, meaning that humans will rise as the Angels wanted, and they will cast them from their glory. Humans would take to the Heavens, the above ground, apparently, and cast the demons from their paradise. History was a mistake, one which would not be made again. There is hope. Dare you revolt to take back your world? [B][U][CENTER]Sign-Up[/U] Name: Codename:[/B] [You don?t have to be called by this, but it would be good if it was an Ancient name] [B]Age:[/B] [16+] [B]Origin:[/B] [The RPG takes place in Rome] [B]Weapons:[/B] [Only in the arena] [B]Armour:[/B] [Only in the arena] [B]Victories:[/B] [Don?t make this huge] [B]Defeats:[/B] [B]Appearance:[/B] [B]Personality:[/B] [B]Biography:[/B] [Snippet or full bio][/CENTER] [I]My own sign-up will be up shortly, and there?ll be an Underground thread up as well. Any questions, just message me and I?ll answer them. Thank you for taking a look and if you choose the join, then good luck with your sign-up. If you wish to play a criminal Angel on our side then message me first.[/I][/SIZE]