Vicky

[SIZE=1][B]Alright, the so-far-accepted list. I'm making the Underground soon... sorry for taking so long XD [U]Accepted[/U][/B] Arika (Awaiting finished sign-up) Angelus_Necare Ohkami (Awaiting finished sign-up) Altron (Awaiting finished sign-up) Mai_Minase (Just add a second paragraph of a few mroe lines to your personality) Rhian Pumpkin [U][B]Declined[/U][/B] ShadO MagE Sorry, my friend. You sign-up had real potenial, it really did. I love the nickname Milkyway, but I'm afraid not this time. Your description lacked a little, it wasn't very descriptive and just basically stated things about your character. Your personality was alright, it could do some work. Your biography did lack a lot, it told us a little but not a lot about your character. Next time, perhaps, but not this time ;) I assure you, if you work on your descriptions and whatnot you'll get in easily next time. [B]Sign-up's remain open until Monday, and that's how long you've got to finish, sorry for it be so little time XD[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1]So far, so good. OB is pissing me off so I apologise for any mistakes in my sign-up and the fact I'm not using HTML now... OB is really pissing me off the the "Page cannot be displayed" crap. --- [B]Name:[/B] Miguel ?Mark? Cacopyre [B]Age:[/B] 19 [B]Group:[/B] Night Terrors. Originally the group had no name, but because they normally went out to graffiti at night people called them Night Terrors. This group only allows people who have been in jail in. [B]Group Position/Title:[/B] Leader [B]Description:[/B] [IMG]http://www-personal.umich.edu/~weyrbrat/fanfic/anime/blue/vol2/prisoner.jpg[/IMG] His title of Mark isn?t actually a name, it?s because he has marks on his face. Tattooed on when he was in jail, Miguel has two black teardrops from his right eye symbolizing he was in a prison outside of Tsuket for two years and on his arm he has a pattern of snakes, every two snakes is one year (there are five snakes on his arm meaning he was there for two years and a half). [B]Personality:[/B] Funny, in his own sick way. Artistic, in his own strange way. Chaotic in his own insane way. Miguel is perfectly normally, perfectly sane, like most people his only problem is crime. Miguel jokes sometimes, he?s a typical leader and of course he loves art. From his childhood Miguel can?t help but be a little chaotic at times, even creepy sometimes. Many people have said he?s the most artistic man they?ve ever known, since he?s a man who likes the write and graffiti. Miguel is understanding, but he doesn?t like competition. He only understands what he wants to understand, nothing more. He?s a mean kid when it comes to his territory and competition. Calm and your average criminal around his friends that?s only the mask over his brutal side to everything else. He feels strongly about abuse, drugs and the way people grow up; still he only cares about the people in the Night Terrors. He has no feelings of remorse towards anyone else; he tries not to be afraid, because that?s what he?s learnt from his past. Most of all, he?s a little sick in the head. Sometimes his jokes actually mean something. [B]Biography:[/B] At 6am, January 10th 1986 a young boy was born who was later named Miguel Cascopyre. His father, an abusive ex-boxer and slob, his mother an idiot who married the wrong man and couldn?t escape. For as long as Miguel could remember his family had been poor, mostly his fathers fault. Miguel was abused by his father from a very young age, and every day in school he had to make up reasons for his new bruises and cuts, which sparked his imagination, a imagination that could have been something one day if it weren?t for everything Miguel had gone through. He was a smart kid in school. He could write, read, draw, do maths, anything. But no matter how smart he was he always went home to a fist of his father. His mother did nothing but stand by and watch, Miguel even wondered if she cared. She didn?t seem to, to Miguel anyway. When Miguel was just six years old his mother left them, giving the young boy the impression that no one cared about Miguel Cacopyre. Because he had little money he was teased and tormented in school, making his temper rise so much that it was all going to explode one day, and he?d take it out on a lot of people, including himself probably. One day it did. When a bully got him in the playground, Miguel only being ten, he punched the bully in the face and didn?t stop attacking him. The bully was taken to hospital, everyone was afraid of Miguel and no one but his teacher would talk to him. She understood him and got the answers she wanted from him, as well. Miguel felt as if one person cared about him, just one. No one else. At home he began to write, draw more, and then he was abused by his father everyday, again. Miguel only spoke to his teacher, he hit people in school, became a bully, but still he was sick of his father. Instinct wanted him to kill his own father, so did his feelings. Miguel murdered his father one day and the smart kid made it look like an accident. He ran away, dropped out of school at the age of 12 and never saw any of his friends again. It wasn?t long until he became a graffiti artist. His first street family was the Rascals, a group that took in mainly younger kids. Run by the infamous Gavin Prime Miguel learnt the ways of painting on walls and expression in ways writing never taught him. Graffiti became a life style for him. It was his new way of expressing his hate for his life, his inconvenience and everything he had lost. Miguel had wanted to be an author, but because of his rage he had lost everything. Street life was his new life. He was arrested with his gang at the age of 13, and taken into a prison inside Tsuket. There he spent two years and a half, growing up again, in prison. He was rough enough to be an adult; he even got his marks, and his famous name, Mark. Gavin Prime became his inspiration when the former leader left to be moved to another jail, leaving no leader for the Rascals. There was no family after that, they all split. Miguel got his respect with his older friends, he was okay in jail, he learnt more than he could have and was finally released when he was 15. A year later Miguel was arrested again when he formed the Night Terrors. He was arrested for graffiti and put into a prison outside Tsuket where he had already had great respect from his reputation. He spent his time in there and was released when he was 18, so Miguel re-formed the Night Terrors, only excepting members, young and old, who have been in jail. His mission for the Night Terrors was to spread their feelings and their marks all over the place, no matter what groups got in their way.[/SIZE]

[CENTER][IMG]http://www.dmna.org/hornblower/graffit.gif[/IMG] [SIZE=1][B][U]Graffiti.[/B] M-LVS[/U] [I]Hands swept across the wall, fast racing cars darting. Clutching tightly two spray-paint cans, designing, creating. Words patched up on the wall, swearing, poems, names, and nicknames, all that in time would later be passed off as Graffiti. It was the colour of rainbows, crafted like a professional had done it, yet no one would buy his piece of work. Paint splats on the wall out of the can and the hooded young man stands there as if it were just a hobby that no one cared about. It wasn?t, really. It wasn?t just graffiti on the wall, it was what he wanted to say but he kept it hidden. In school he couldn?t help but mess around, now he dragged himself into the wrong life and he couldn?t change himself now. He had his friends, his paint and his streets, what more did he need? A lot more. He couldn?t help but think about it. What would have happened if he had done well in school? Maybe? just maybe? he could have been a lawyer, or a writer, or whatever he wanted. An artist. He could do graffiti, in his eyes that was art, his only art.[/I][/CENTER] But that?s just it, isn?t it? In Tsuket City, no matter what, there?s always the gangs of vandals. It wasn?t there fault. Kids had always had it rough, the police didn?t like kids, so most kids would miss out on school if they get arrested for no reason. Law in Tsuket says that no matter what age you still have the same penalties. Imagine that for a baby boy. Maybe that?s why there are so many gangs in Tsuket; maybe they?re there for the thrill. The thrill of knowing that if they?re caught the risk is very high, the thrill of knowing that every day they express their feelings on the wall they could die in prison. Tsuket City is like no other place. It?s your average, dark in places and happy in places city, yet for the young adults it contains an extra meaning because of their past. Welcome, my little one, to Tsuket City. Like the boy with the can, you?re out on the streets with your friends and gangs for a reason. You had it hard; you messed up somewhere, now you?re in for a thrill, the thrill of the hard police of Tsuket. Just remember not to go over any graffiti ? it?s there for a reason. For more information, questions, comments, please wait for the Underground Thread. I don?t want to pile you with lots of information. Sign-Up: [B]Name:[/B] [Including any nicknames] [B]Age:[/B] [13 ? 20] [B]Group:[/B] [If any] [B]Group Title/Place:[/B] [You might be the chatty one or the leader] [B]Description:[/B] [Picture or written, please] [B]Personality:[/B] [Two paragraphs minimum] [B]Biography:[/B] [We?re talking about deep characters here, so I?m looking for biographies that tell us why your character became the way they are, what went wrong .etc, and make it 4 paragraphs min?, please] Due to the sad fact I don?t normally get many people to sign-up and I waste a lot of my time on sign-up?s, I?ll be posting my sign-up later on. You should have an idea by now of what I want. I?ll answer everything in the Underground thread. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]There was a quite relaxing feel to the sound of papers being turned in old books and items being shifted across the room. All in all that was the only sound when S?Korra was around books and items in her home, anywhere outside she was? annoying, to me, anyway. I can remember the day clearly, when the Draconian came to me and said I was part of the Innocence. I wasn?t in the best of moods, not with S?Korra, not with any one else, not even with myself. It was just one of those days, and I wasn?t entirely up for a historical search across Memoria. In fact, I wasn?t entirely up to anything. I was sat back in my chair, across the room from S?Korra, who was flicking through her books. S?Korra was a small Draconian, with long and beautiful golden hair and pure white wings. She had never dyed hers, obviously, she had spent all her time in Memoria. Memoria was an industrial kingdom more than anything; I could never understand how S?Korra could find anything to do with history in Memoria. Maybe the buildings did, though I myself didn?t actually see the value in history. History was the past, year after year people will forget important details and soon enough everyone will forget there was even a civilisation? that?s what I think. Who am I? Darius Aphosis Khafra, a Draconian who shouldn?t be living. I sighed heavily and watched S?Korra. She seemed busy, she had a job. I though that maybe I should get one, but then again was there a point to getting a job? A striker or warrior for Memoria wasn?t good enough to clear my own family?s name. No one actually knew about my family, though it was enough that I did. I won?t bore you with that junk, S?Korra could tell you better then me probably. ?Darius, could you help me with these books?? she asked from her corner of the room. I turned my head and saw her trying to pick up a dozen books all at once, and I didn?t reply. I heard her sighing and shuffling the books around the desk, myself trying to get a better grip, she wasn?t going to get my help anyway. Like I said, I wasn?t in the mood to even get up out of my seat. ?Darius?? she repeated, ?can I have some help, [I]please[/I]?? I didn?t turn around, but I muttered, ??do it yourself?? Even from my distance I could actually feel her cold gaze on my neck. She heard me, alright; she always seemed to hear what I said. I had annoyed her in past; we did get along, but not as much as you would think. Apparently, I?m always the problem. ?[I]Excuse[/I] me?? she said, quite shocked. I didn?t look at her, knowing she was looking at me I didn?t really want to. ?Guess what, Darius? You?re still living in this house in Memoria, last time I checked I owned this place, if you don?t want to help me then you can go and live outside for a bit until you get over to tantrums, it?s perfectly fine by me.? [I]Tantrums?[/I] I suddenly jumped out of my chair, and stormed right over to S?Korra. I stood in front of her oak desk, not actually being able to see her from behind all those books, and I glared at her for a moment. ?I though you were a historian, you are aren?t you? Stop asking for my help all the time and do it yourself!? I bellowed at her. ?Stop living in your friends house and sitting around sulking all day!? [I]Sulking?[/I] My patience with her had come to its limits. She was my friend, yet she always said I did nothing. What was her problem? I didn?t have a problem with her, I did now. Angrily, with my fists clenched, I knocked over the old books on her desk and then I threw the dozens of books out of her hands. She jumped back, startled, her wings knocking off an ornament beside the fire. Without another word I stormed away from her, towards the door. ?There you go again, tantrums!? she shouted after me. I tried my best to ignore her, and I didn?t reply to her insults. I never had tantrums, I never sulked and I was never going to step back into her door again. Well, skyscrapers did have some use in Memoria. You could sit on top of them, with your knees up to your chest, your wings spread out as far as you wanted, and you could watch the thousands of people below you, now like ants in your eyes. I had never been interested in industry, I only moved to Memoria because that?s where my only friend was going to live. Well, my ex-friend. I knew that I was actually better off without friends. I sighed heavily ? more of a growl actually. I had just remembered the things I had left back at home with S?Korra, some things I would need. My bow? damn, my bow, I didn?t want to leave that. It was my only weapon? I guess I would have to go without it. Yes, I had decided to leave Memoria. There was no point in my staying. I would probably travel to a place with more trees. I was going to, anyway. Somewhere more peaceful, it would?ve been much better for me. While staring at my shadow (I had gotten bored of the people below), I noticed it flickered a little and grew bigger. It wasn?t a cloud near the sun. Looking up, I noticed something in the sky, souring around the clouds like there was no tomorrow. Whoever it was must have been a Draconian, and I must say they flew gracefully, more gracefully then I had ever seen. I shielded my eyes from the sun and squinted, trying to get a better look at them. For a while I didn?t notice that the Draconian was landing near me. He dropped gracefully near the middle of the building, folding his white wings up behind his back. They looked a little dyed, his wings I mean, from my distance they just looked white. The Draconian was older then me, with shorted hair, more brilliantly rich clothing and he was taller then me, I certainly wouldn?t want to pick a fight with him. ?Go away!? I snapped bitterly at him, clenching my fists and snapping like a dog. He looked at me with cold blue eyes, forcing me to repeat. ?I said? Go away!? I shouted louder this time, yet he ignored my yells and began to walk forward. As he came closer I noticed his wings were dyed, dyed a light, light blue colour. He towered over me and looked down, coldly. I said nothing, but I did growl. ?What part of go away don?t you understand?? I blurted once again. ?I?m looking for a Draconian, of the Innocence, perhaps you might be him?? the man replied, coldly. ?Do I look innocent?? I asked him with the same doggish snap. I held up a fist to his face, warning him off, but still he stayed still, looking down. Suddenly, he gripped my wrist with a vice-like grip, turned my hand over, and stared at a black marking on my skin. ?You have the mark.? ?Mark? That?s probably just some dirt that hasn?t washed off in years, get off my hand!£ I screamed at him. I pulled myself back, awkwardly, tripping over my own feet as I moved back and falling hard on my back and wings. He moved over to me again, looking down once again. I was growing tired of his superior look. ?You, my friend, are part of the Innocence. I would explain more were we stand, but I think it would be better if you come with me.? He told me. I said nothing, he continued, ?and I would like it if you stood up, young sir.? ?First things first, I?m not a young man, and I?m not part of your? Innocence? do you understand? What exactly are you offering me, some sort of group thing? I have no intention of joining you. I?ve stayed in these parts long enough without adventure, without anything to do that would clear my name, without adventure, and I don?t want to make things worse.? I was calm now. I began to shuffle back to the edge and pulled myself to my feet, once again meeting the cold ocean stare of the Draconian. ?If I told you that this was your chance to prove yourself, would you come?? he asked. ?Depends?? ?Well, I?m telling you. Come with me, I?ll show you what I mean. Adventure? yes, that as well. They did tell me that the member would be a little defensive and hard on himself, family issues apparently. This is your chance to forgive yourself, only if you want to.? I thought for a moment, not too sure what to do. I did want to see what he meant, ?I don?t know. If I come, you have to prove you know I?m from this?? I started, staring my? mark, ?Innocence. Prove it, and I?ll come, probably.? The Draconian said nothing, for a while. He finally spoke, slowly and calmly. ?Put it this way, if you come with me I have a brilliant way to make both families proud of you, and stop generations of blood shed between you all. Maybe it could even help you become a better person, I?m not sure about that one. If you want to change, you can. Just come with me, I?ll show you.? Memoria had nothing for me. His offer was quite tempting for me, I wasn?t sure what he was talking about, really. But still, I did want to see what he was going to do for me. I wondered on the spot for a while, stroking my chin, and nodded at him. ?Then follow me, I?ll take-? ?I suddenly remembered? ?No, wait! I need to say goodbye to someone, and get my bow. Will you wait here for me? I won?t be long, I promise it.? He nodded. I gave him a warm and smile and to my surprise, he smiled back, warmly. He spread out my wings and lifted myself into the air, flying back to S?Korra. To my surprise, the house was a mess. No entirely, to say the least. The books were spread all over the floor, pages were all over the place, on the desk, the floor, the chairs? numerous items seemed to have been thrown across the room, or they had been dropped. It didn?t seem likely that S?Korra would have dropped them. I knew for a fact that she was mad at me, but still, I had lied. I lied about never coming back. I had convinced myself I was coming for my bow on the way back, but in truth I wanted to say good-bye to her, it wasn?t fair on her for all she had done for me. The spells she told me, the help with my family? it just wasn?t fair. ?S?Korra!? I shouted in a hushed voice when I saw her digging for books at the shelf. She didn?t turn to me, instead he continued to shuffle with her books and items. I stood at the door, titled my head, and waited, but got no reply. For some reason I didn?t expect it. ?S?Korra??? I repeated. She didn?t even turn to me. I ran towards her, almost tripping over the books and knocking some items with my wings. When I came to her, she walked past me. ??Please, I have something to tell you?? I whispered. She continued to ignore, sat down at the desk, and began writing. When it became clear to me that I wasn?t going to get anything out of her, that she wasn?t going to say goodbye, I sighed and walked over to my chair. Beside it lay my short bow, and a quiver. Without hesitation but with great regret I picked the two items up, and looked back over to S?Korra, who continued to ignore me. She was still looking through the books even as I stood at the doorstep. I could see she wasn?t really reading? and it hurt me. Sighing, I began to turn and walk out, though I stopped for a moment, remembering all she had done. Even if she wouldn?t say goodbye I could at least give her something. Reluctantly, I ran my hands over my feathers until I came across one that as dyed blue and black. I grasped it, winced before yanking it out, and lay it down on the doorstep. ?I?ll never see you again?? I whispered finally. When I walked away, I cold feel her eyes on me, I wasn?t sure if she was angry with me or not. It didn?t matter anymore. She had no right to talk to me for what I had done, all she had done for me and I threw it back. Now I was going away I had ruined everything and all I could leave behind from me was a feather, and not even a feather from her. Instead, I got a glance that I could never even see. I just hope that she?ll keep my feather.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]I'm terribly, terribly, terribly sory about not posting ^_^;;, really I am. For one I forgot, since all week I've been getting English homework for the upcoming exams, so I'm seriously sorry. I promise that by tomorrow, before 8pm I'll have my post up. If I don't have it up then you all have permission to flame me until I burn in hell, because I feel like the RPG is dead now and it's partly my fault. So yeah, swear down on my life and my own soul I'll have it up before 8pm tomorrow. Once again I real sorry...[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Sorry for not posting, I had my homework doubled again ^_^;;[/B] Uneasy streets gave people uneasy feelings. Gazelle, however, felt none of that. He had been on the streets before, and he had seen darker. But he did feel a slight anxiety, since he was being careful of the drones. Not to mention he had lost his team mates, and with no way to contact them he could only relay on his animal self. He knew Kage always told him to take his communicator, always, and Gazelle was actually going to get it this time round, though he forgot it while in a rush. He didn't like things on his blet, though. He crept around the corner of the alley, keeping his back against the fence. The last thing he wanted was to be heard. Though he thought he could take down few cy-drones he knew, even as cool as he was, he could never have a hope in the world of defeating Blood's best students. There was a loud crash and banging behind him. Gazelle spun around quickly and saw behind some knocked over bins two cy-drones... only two... Gazelle knew he could take them, yet he still felt anxiety under his skin. "I better make this quick..." Gazelle said to himself placing his hand on his chin as if he were in deep though, "I could do with finding the rest of the team. Kage was right, I should always take my communicator." He drew back his hands and smirked at the cy-drones, and backed up. With great speed and power he charged forward, kicking up what must have been rocks behind him. He lowered his head like a charging bull and gave the cy-drones a good view of the top of his horns, before impaling the nearest one. His horns crushed through its body and pushed the cy-drone back to the nearest wall, making cracks in the wall and shattering the metal around the cy-drone. Gazelle couldn't help just smile even with his horns stuck in a drone. He ripped his head back and rubbed his horns. The drone crumbled and crecked a little then just fell on the floor in a pile of broken metal, making Gazelle's wild smirk grow bigger. He knew it wasn't over, he could still here the last drone behind him. Quickly he spun around and tried to implant his fist in the cy-drone's metal head, but he couldn't. The drone grasped his hand and stopped him. "There are times I wish the power of the mighty gazelle includes karate lesson, but who needs them?" he said to himself. Before the drone could touch him (like he wanted to be touched by it), he ducked and rammed his horns into the body of the drone. It weakened and released his hand, giving Gazelle the chance to kick it down and watch it crumble. Gazelle wanted to stand there and marvel longer at his brilliance, however the thought of his team mates being introuble might be partly his fault for not taking his communicator with him made him race off again through the alleys. With good speed he wondered if he could find them before their time ran out, or if he would at all. When coming to an alley he skidded to a stop. Through the darkness it was hard to see the darkest figures, though he thought he could make out someone. He figured it had to have been his friends, because they were in numbers and were stood still. "Kage!" Gazelle shouted running towards what he thought was Kage. "Kage, I'm sorry, I forgot communicator ag-" He froze almost near Kage. His eyes looked up to the sky, where he could see two floating figures just beyond Kage, two figures which he saw were Lust and Wrath. He then notice that he wasn't near Kage at all, in fact he was pretty far away and the two HIVE villains were going towards Kage's position. As much as Gazelle didn't want to risk his life with Wrath or Lust, he ran towards Kage as fast as his legs could take him, which was indeed fast.[/SIZE]

[B][SIZE=1]Name:[/B] Alan Cumming [B]Codename:[/B] Gazelle [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://img93.exs.cx/img93/592/caught2vh.jpg]Gazelle (Click)[/URL] (Sorry if he looks a little old, and yes it is Gazelleman/Dik Dik Van Dik off Ultimate Muscle) [B]Weapons:[/B] None [B]Powers:[/B] The power of the mighty Gazelle, or so Alan says. In actual fact he wasn't born looking like an animal with red skin, that's just a very well designed suit. His only powers would have to be his horns, as hard as anything and, so Alan says, unbreakable. He was born with double normal human strength, but this has a twist. Gazelle cannot lift buildings up, he can only lift what a strong teenager can. The only time his strength is double is when he's charging into things, not when he tries to lift things. He has the speed of a Gazelle and well as a good charging power. [B]Personality:[/B] He's full of himself. Too full of himself. Gazelle actually believes he's a cool super hero, though people have told him otherwise. Half of the time he lies about his talents, says there's "more to a wild gazelle than you think", and is always saying how cool he is. His sense of humor is good, though you can hardly say he has one. He doesn't seem to like jokes... too much. Though, when the situation is serious, he is said to stop fooling around and commenting on himself. In a serious situation, indeed he does shut up, and doesn't speak at all. Afraid that he will either annoy his fellow teammates or himself, he doesn't say a word unless giving his opinon. In opinons, Gazelle is also very strong, believing that most of the time he is right. All in all, he's a little too cocky for his own horns. Hidden beneath all that, Gazelle was daignosed with acute paranioa a few years ago. He apparently believes that people are watching him all the time (perhaps explaining his cockiness, to show off to whoever he thinks is watching), and that his own teammates my have cunning schemes to get rid of him. Though you may think Alan trusts you, deep down he really doesn't and think you're plotting something. This is very bad when it comes to sticky situation; Alan might point the finger at his teammates. It is also very well known that he can't take death easily. Alan still believes his father is still alive, and that no one really dies. This is either another one of his problems or something he's trying to get across, no one never knows because he won't explain it. There have been a few rumors that Gazelle is insane (having admitted to having an imaginary friend years ago and saying it's still there, just away at college), but like other things he says it might just be part of his cocky personality. [B]Biography:[/B] David Cumming was a scientist who was never married, never in love and never had a family. All his life he had lied to his son, whom he rescued from an apartment fire. The boy had no parents either, so David found himself a son. It wasn't long before David found out the talents of Alan Cumming and the boys strange behaviour. To keep his only family member happy, David lied about the past to Alan and kept it all a secret, which was perhaps the greatest mistake in his and Alan's life, since it destroyed most of Alan. Alan Cumming, aka Gazelle was born with a unique speed and a strength, with a twist. While the young boy was growing up he never knew about his power or special strength until he charged into his father one day at the beach and broke his arm. No boy could have done that, but the doctors just thought his father had fallen on something hard, like a rock. When Alan saw he had hurt his father it scared him, knowing that he had no other family other than his father. Alan was extra careful aftert that, not wanting to hurt anyone anymore, but his father paid another visit to the hospital when he spilled a very strong chemical. Alan was left alone with a social worker for awhile, and it was then that Alan made up his own imaginary friend: Eduardo. At the age of 8 Alan found his own abilities again. He began to experiment with his strength and speed, especially when his father took him out to hunt deer (Gazelle to be more precise). When the father and son made their first kill, Alan couldn't help but hate himself for aiding the murder of an animal. At the tender age of 8 he found that the gazelle was fasinating, like him in a way. During his stay on holiday and hunting, Alan went out and would normally try and catch the gazelle or race them, but always failed. He liked the way they moved and their horns, mostly, so he asked himself, if he had such good speed and strength for charging, why didn't he have horns like a gazelle? It was then that Eduardo, his imaginary friend, stepped in and changed the life of Alan Cumming. David had been experimenting on animal blood (one of the reason for going hunting), mixing them into chemicals and whatnot. Alan managed to break into the lab and steal a container of gazelle blood and chemicals, he had planned on asking Eduardo what it was, though he never got the chance. His father walked in, startled the boy, and then Alan smashed the chemicals over his head by accident. It didn't hurt, though none of them knew that in a few years to come Alan would find himself becoming more like a gazelle than he had ever dreamed. Back at home, when Alan was 11, he woke up one morning and felt a splitting headache. When he looked in the mirror he found tiny studs of horns on his forehead. Over the months these horns began to grow larger and larger, later becoming as hard as diamonds and, after some filling and sharpening, as deadly as a sword. Feeling like he had been given a gift, Alan grew more mature, so his father decided to tell him the truth about everything. He told Alan that most things he had said about the family, his family, was a lie. At first Alan was fine with this, but when his silly imaginary friend butted in again, Alan became very suspicious of his own father and, thanks to that, he became slightly paranoid about the people around him. Thanks to his own mind he didn't love his father anymore, in fact on the last straw Alan didn't want to see him again and planned to teach his own dad a lesson if he went over the last line. Alan was 13 when he killed his father. They went deer hunting, which annoyed Alan. He didn't know what he was actually doing, sadly he did it by his own will and choked his father on a tree with his horns. In a few years time, his imaginary friend, the last part of his family, had to leave for college (or so Alan believed), and so Alan set off on a journey back home to the streets, where he later found himself involved in a gang of criminals, by his own will. Alan was 14 when this happened, and still paranoid to a certain degree. He began to think that people were watching him, he became cocky, smart, streetwise and stronger than he had ever felt. Soon after he found his own suit and disguise for crime, and he was given the nickname Gazelleboy. Soon after all this, his own friends betrayed him for a few hundred pounds. He was turned over by the police and forced to confess it was him so his "friends" could get loose, and he did, in fear. He didn't trust a soul as deeply as he used to after this, he spent a few years in jail, on his own, and after awhile he broke out and decided he had enough of crime. It had locked him away for all he had given it, so he decided that he would do what he had never dreamed off: fight crime and not be it. He got his own suit, a new one, and doned himself with a new name: Gazelle.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]My survivaly story? Living through 13 years with my family is a survival novel let alone a story. Other than that, I must be the only OBer who hasn't come close to death, hasn't been rescued, and hasn't been in most of the situations on the other thread. I will tell you, though, I was once rescued when I got locked in the bathroom.[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Hey, sorry for taking so long with mine. I've got a little bit of cold lately, and you know what the ads say on TV: when you've got a blocked up nose, nothing gets through. Not even common sense in my part. That's not the point, though, so I won't trail off. Anyways, anyways. I've started mine but I'm not coming on as much now, mostly switching on the internet but not posting as much. Tomorrow, hopefully, I will get my sign-up up for you, when I'm feeling a little bit better (a few more overdoses of Sinex should clear up the cold...).[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]I've been watching for some time now, and I love the mini series. Starbuck was a man, but I think Boomer was a women, I'm not to sure (I remember there being two men and a women... oh well. I think the whole mini series is great. I love the Cylons, and (can't remember his name) the man that was a cylon and was being tortured for information on where the bomb was, he was great. That whole talk about God and whatnot was really cool. I missed the first two episodes but I still got dragged into it, heh. No one in my school watches it so they don't know what they're missing, but I'm glad there are some others who do watch it other then myself. I'll be glad if the original series is shown again (I hope it is over here anyway) because I loved the mini series and I really want to see the original, I just hope it's as good.[/SIZE][/B]

A scruffy haired, dirty, crooked and one-eyed man had just finished his slightly drunk sentence and was now looking directly at Lykos. For sometime, an hour or more, Lykos had been in deep conversation with this ?pirate? (or so the man claimed), conversation that Lykos could not understand mostly from the man?s drunken tone. It was still interesting for Lykos to meet another fellow traveller, by the look of the man and his smell he didn?t seem to have slept in a decent place for awhile. ??So if you ask me,? the man continued followed by a hiccup, ?Pirates are treated wrongly? I mean, what?s wrong with stealin??? ?It is against the will of the god?s.? Lykos replied bluntly. The man hooted out a howling laugh, almost falling back on his chair, yet Lykos did not see the humour. Suddenly, a boy came over, carrying drinks, and he gave a small glass to Lykos, who smiled. Before Lykos could even grip his drink the unruly pirate snatched it off him and began drinking it, drizzling the drink down his scruffy beard and ripped coat mostly. He finished, and sighed in relief. ?That was mine.? Lykos growled quite innocently for a warrior. The pirate laughed. ?Punishment. You never got me one, did you? Before I bought you a drink, di?nt I? I think you should pay me back for it?? He hooted a laugh again. Lykos scowled. ?I pay you for your gift? That, my friend? reminds me of a story? Let me say you are the mortal, and I am the god. You give me gifts but I give nothing, and you punish me. You see the punishment as a great thing, but really the punishment you give to me will cause you more pain than anything else.? A sigh escaped Lykos and he closed his eyes. ?I just stole yer drink!? Laughed the pirate. ?How can a little greed hurt me?? A smile sprung across Lykos?s face. ??My good friend? I will explain it all? [CENTER][B]The Necklace[/B][/CENTER] [SIZE=1]Back in the times before any war had occurred even near the seas of Troy it was known that items would wash up on the beaches. Gold, beautiful stones, rocks, anything that a Trojan would like. Nearly everyday someone would find an object washed up on the beach, if it were gold or precious rocks they would offer it to the god?s, but if it were rare object not worthy for the sight of the mighty ones then they would sell it on the market or trade it to the stall owners. It seemed most the time only the poor people found gold, for the King tried this once and found only seaweed. ?And one day, I had found my own very special object. When the sea was lit up by the powerful colours of the sun I found myself stood on the shores of my home, letting the sea wash up against my ankles and smiling at the sun ahead of me. Normally I would never come out to the beaches; I would stay up in the safety of Troy?s walls and train with the soldiers or go out to the countryside with the horse tamers. You could never have enough horses in Troy. Just before I turned to walk back home, I stopped, and noticed something in the sand. A brilliant gold colour shining out, differing from the colour of the beaches and buried. Curios, I bent down and picked up the gold, dusty off the sand as I pulled it up. When I looked at it, its beauty amazed me. The necklace was a thick gold, the links in the chain perfectly crafted by the hands of its creator. Not only that, but I was amazed by the object that hung on the chain, it was a stone, a ruby stone, bright as the sun itself and swirling with many colours making the stone look more precious than anything I had seen. I, for one, knew only such things could have been crafted the god?s. I had found myself drawn to it, as if I wanted to keep it. But I looked down at my bronze armour, tattered from sword fights and dirty from battles, and knew that such a jewel would never go with my armour, let alone myself. So, what did I do? I simply decided to give it back to its creator, and leave it in the temple of Apollo. While walking up the temple just near the shores I was still staring at my new found object in the air, and I awkwardly knocked into a friend of mind. Axon the ?boy solider? fell in a puff of sand to the ground, while I almost fell over him. ?Axon! I apologise,? I suddenly said, surprised, but not as much as him. He rubbed his hand through his black curly hair and squinted at me. ?Yes? err? yes, why were you in such a hurry?? He looked up at me, one eye closed. ?I was never in a hurry.? I replied followed by a laugh. ?I was just going to take this to the temple.? As I raised the necklace up in the air for Axon to see, I noticed his eyes were already on it and his mouth was dropped open. ?You found this? This? it?s beautiful?? Axon gasped at the necklace and cupped it in his hand while I held it, marvelling at it for a moment. ??Whom are you giving it to?? He asked finally looking up to me. ?The god?s.? I plainly replied. ?Only such a wonderful object, yet so simple as this, could have been from the god?s. I shall give it back to them, for it is theirs.? ??Why not give it to me?? I paused. ?I could have this. People bring more precious to the temple of Apollo; this is nothing more than a necklace. My family, as you know is neither rich nor poor, but I would rather you gave this to me.? Axon explained to me. I still kept silent. ?I?m sorry, young Axon, but this belongs to Apollo and his fellow lords. You may accompany me to the temple, though I cannot give this to you.? I clutched the necklace up in my fist, then walked around Axon and was slightly angered when I heard his heavy and annoyed sigh. Though I knew he was annoyed, I also knew that he was following me. Upon coming to the temple I felt Axon still lurking behind me, not speaking and trying to keep silent. He knew I knew he was there, but still he kept his lips tightly sealed. I thought nothing of it; he would never steal from me. Even at the time I was known as the brave Lykos. Though? perhaps the necklace had some hidden powers, for I myself even wanted to keep it. I stopped at the golden statue of Apollo, kneeled on one foot and aiming an arrow over to the beach just below. Staring into those empty golden eyes of a god made me think heavier, too heavy. I even found myself looking at the necklace again and pitying the fact that I was just going to give it away, though I never understood, how could it be so precious to me? I had no need for it. I had no family for it, and surely if I did wear it, it would look awkward and would be lost in a battle. Yet still, the question was never answered: why did I want to keep it? Inside the small beachside temple I found it was empty. Not even the monks were there; there was no shuffling of their feet or the sound and gold anywhere, only the sound of heavy breathing at the back of me. For once, I was afraid of what Axon would do. For his own sake, it was best for him not to touch anything, or he would have felt the power of my blade. The temple was smaller than the one inside Troy, but it was still a temple. I walked slowly further, into the middle and coming up to another statue with a plate of gold and jewels at its feet. Gifts, for the god?s. Lots of them, and no matter how I felt I was going to add one more gift. I raised the chain in my clutched hand above the plate, releasing it just a little so it hung over, then stopped. Axon was beside me. Looking at me with dark green eyes and breathing heavily as if he were angry. But I took no notice and dropped it into the plate. I wanted to walk away but the clanging of the gold stopped me, so I stayed in my place and turned to Axon. ?What have the god?s done for us that they deserve this much?? He asked me coldly. ?They bring the sun, the winds, and they protect us. They give us gifts and therefore, we give in return, as a thanks.? I logically replied. He laughed. ?So many innocents die. So many die, doing good, who wanted to live and felt their time to meet the high ones was not yet to come, but they were still killed. Winds come and destroy our homes if we do good or if we do bad. If they truly give us everything, then why am I still here? Why am I not a solider?? ?Because the time is not right.? ?That? my friend? is not the right answer.? He moved closer to the gold and daringly ran his fingers over it. ?I want to be a solider, now. If I gave them my family, my animals, my clothing, everything, would they make me a soldier now? No, they would not. I have sold things to get precious items for them before, but still I stand before you as a boy.? ?The time is not right.? Even I knew my excuse was incorrect to his explanation. ?I said it was what I wanted. Is the time right for the King to die? No, but he is old and soon he will.? His eyes darted around the room slowly to make sure no one was coming. ?Let me take it.? He whispered down my ear. His hand rushed over the gold and suddenly he snatched a handful up in his hands, including the necklace. Dropping a few worthless pieces back, and shoved the gold into his pockets and looked at me. I was surprised. I had not dared to stop him. Before I knew it, he darted out. Then it hit me. The god?s would punish me for not stopping Axon, but not directly. They would punish the thing in which I love, Troy. Five days later, storms hit Troy. For everyday I could not let my mind rest, for it always hovered over the memory in my mind. The memory in which Axon snatched up a handful of gold and ran out of Apollo?s temple and the image of me, stood in the dark temple, staring at him, but not doing anything. And now, Troy was punished. Guards yelled for the people to get in the gates through the storms. Everyone ran in, from the countryside and the markets, all with their animals and belongings. I was stood near the great gates, sat hunched in the rain and winds and trying to take my mind off that necklace and Axon. For five days I had not seen him, perhaps the worst had happened. Though I knew myself that my mind was no entirely on the necklace and the temple memory, I actually thought to myself about Axon?s words. He said the god?s did nothing for us? and even myself, a strong believer, felt that Axon could have been right. To stop suffering, the god?s could have just killed him. ?Get in! Get in! Leave the animals if you must ? Siphnos! Leave that horse, it?s too big!? I could hear the shouts of the guards at the gates rushing people in and pushing the big animals back when they blocked the gates, sometime ago I remember seeing a guard being struck by the hoof of a horse; I wasn?t sure what happened to him. ?Axon! What is he doing?? That snapped me awake. I looked over to see one of the chubby guards shouting out over the beaches and turning back to his fellow guard and asking useless questions. Standing up I looked over the crowds of people flooding in like lost sheep, trying to see. Through the gusts and wind and hailstorms of rain all I could see was a shadowed figure running awkwardly towards the beach, dragging on his back a sack full of items. By his jagged run I could see it was Axon? ?Lykos! You ? no stop! Get away from the gates!? One of the guards yelled at me and clasped his hands tightly around my arm, trying to pull me back. At first I tried to get free by the simplest method, but to avail. Memories ran through my mind, of the floods, the rains, the suffering, the temple. The necklace. I viciously dragged my arm away pulling the guard with me into the rain, and yet he still gripped tightly. Moments later I found myself hitting him hard on his metal helmet, hurting my own hand and his head in the process. He let go. I pushed my way through the crowds and herds of people, knocking some down and pushing horses into others, but I cared not for them. My blonde hair became wet in the weather and began to run into my eyes, but I cared not. As I came to clear ground and no people in front, I ran as fast as I could, being careful not to let my own balance be lost in the fury of the god?s. Even as carefully as I tried, my legs slipped to the side, but I recovered all the time. Axon had helped caused all of it, therefore I intended to make him help fix it, by giving back his stolen objects to the god?s. My own rightful will power allowed me to battle through the winds and soon I came onto the beach sand. My feet sank in and out of the sand as it was so damp, but as a warrior I had been battling in worst condition, whereas Axon had not been. I could catch up; it was logical in my mind. I saw him, and yelled out. ?Axon! Axon, stop this now! Give me the necklace!? I bellowed as loud as I could, and he turned to look at me, but continued his awkward run through the thick slushy mud. He was a fool? I ran to get him, still having trouble, but was much faster when I got the hang of things. Soon the winds would stop and I, Lykos, would restore Troy. I saw the clear figure of him right at the edge of the beach, panting and panting like a dog and trying hard to push a boat into the sea. His hair was no longer curly, it was damp and horribly messy from the winds and his clothing was damper than the walls of the city. Seeing him in my sights I ran forward, faster and faster as I moved and finally I leapt. My hands managed to grip onto his clothes, so I pulled him back and forth until I lost my balance and we both plummeted into the sea. Raging salt water rushed over my head, even as I was crouched in the shallow parts, yet still Axon managed to jump out at me and push me into the waters. I over powered him and managed to rise from the seas. ?It is mine! Not theirs! Mine! Mine, I swear it! They will not steal from me again! They stole my life before and I shall punish them by stealing their necklace!? He shouted over the winds at me. I took no notice and pushed him over into the waters, gripping his neck and trying to stop him from getting to the boat. ?They stole nothing from you!? ?They stole my family! My brother who lived on breath, my mother, my father, everyone! They even stole you by poisoning you with that nonsense! They will not steal the thing I stole from them, it is their punishment for so many they gave us!? I found his argument convincing, but nevertheless I wanted to get the necklace back. I clutched my hands around him neck and found the necklace, but he resisted. I growled at him, and pushed his head under. He fought me, but was too weak. Before he drowned, I pulled it up, but he fought still, weakening me in the cold, cold seas. I tried to drown him again, but I brought him up. [I]?All suffering stops with this boy?[/I] He struggled again, and again, and again, and I brought him up. [I]?For Troy?[/I] I grew angry with myself and this time wanted to kill him? [I]?For Troy?[/I] Though the chants in my head went on, I brought him up yet again. He breathed heavily, and I realized I could not kill him. But then, I thought of something else? [I]?The necklace?[/I] When all cleared in my mind I opened my eyes, only to the shock of Axon. My hands, around his neck and shoulders, holding him lifelessly under the waters. And what did I have clenched tightly in my fists? The necklace. Dishonesty and shame ran through my heart and mind then, just staring at his body caused pins to crush through my heart. I was going to cry, but I held it back and got up, running, running? to the temple. The temple? to end it all. Necklace? that word was what I had thought and used for strength to kill my friend, Axon. Not Troy, not defending the innocents, but that silly little item on the chain. It was when I came into the temple, sheltered from the winds and rain, I realised that I did not kill Axon to take the precious chain back to the god?s. I knew so. Axon was right, they had done nothing for us over the years and they needed a punishment, therefore Axon gave it and I had helped the god?s? Strong beliefs? I had them. Slowly I walked, my sandals damp and my heart racing from hatred of my self and fear of the god?s. I walked, with my hand clutched around the cold necklace and I stopped over the gold, waiting for my own hand to drop it. Yet it still hung there. Dangling. Beautiful. The raging winds stormed in reality and in my mind, and I simply stood there, forgetting about the tears and forgetting about everything but that one, beautiful necklace I held clutched in my hand. I wanted it, such beauty made by only a master lord deserved to be in the hands of a Trojan. It was the gift of the god?s, for everything we had given then, it had to have been. Axon had punished them, and I had killed him. I think I deserved something. But my harsh upbringing about my immortal saviours didn?t let me, so I stood there, my heart half filled with greed and half filled with the fear of their wrath. My legs grew weaker and weaker, yet I still stood there, remembering Axon and filled with pain. No. I knew it. The god?s did everything. I didn?t care about Axon anymore, they did everything and therefore it was theirs. [/SIZE] As Lykos finished he sat back in his chair and ran his hand through his tough lion hair guiltily, while the pirate half laugh half coughed. ?Neva knew that could happen,? the pirate said. ?I guess you gave the necklace back? I think I got what you said mostly?? ?Let me explain it better? that necklace was indeed a gift from the god?s. But you see, our greed blinded us from that and we stole the necklace over and over, from the shores, from the god?s and me, and finally I took it from Axon and gave it back?? He paused, but continued. ?Troy was saved a few days later, five more days. They punished us for our greed, just like you took my drink? I was tempted to punish the god?s myself after that, for hurting Troy... perhaps I did, I won't say. In some way, you will be punished to remind you of what you did. And in some way, it will stick with you.? ?How will it stick with me, lad?? Asked the pirate. Lykos did nothing but shrug. ?Alrigh?, I better be going. I have a long way. I?ll pay you back for the drink? umm? someday? yeah I will. Urgh? it?s going to be a long road? I think I know what you mean about this punishment?? the pirate grasped his fat belly as he got up, groaning at the pain. ?I won?t remember your story, but what the hell? if I do, I?ll think twice.? If only he had something to remember it with? Then, Luther remembered. He searched down his armour, around his neck or around his shoulders for something he had tied around, quickly, so he could catch the pirate and teach him a his morale that would not be forgotten. ?Wait!? Lykos shouted to him before he hobbled out of the door on his one wooden leg. He ran over faster than the night he chased Axon, and handed the pirate a necklace. He clasped it in the dirty hands of the one eyed man, and smiled brightly, then nodded and walked away back to his seat. The pirate stared for a moment. He did nothing but smile back at Lykos, rubbing the chain in his hands and? laughing. When he looked down at his gift from the man he stole from, he noticed that it strangely matched the necklace in the Trojan?s tale.

[SIZE=1][B]An author. It has to be the millionth time I've said it, but hey. I just turned 13 today and, guess what? For the last years of my life I've wanted to become different things, and each year or month I'd lose an interest. But one interested stayed with me, throughout my whole life up until now: Story telling. Most of OB sees my RPing, which is different from my writing, but I swore to myself that if I get older (like... 50-70 or something) and I've failed to get anything published, I'd kill myself. Seriously. I want nothing more, not money, not a great life, not a good house, nothing more than a simple story published like so many other great authors that has my name on it. I've had poems published in short kids books and short story books, but no, do you think I'd settle for that? You're wrong. I won't. I'll only settle for one name, one author on a book: mine. As you can see, I want this more than anything I've ever known. My English teacher reckon's I should get started now, and I take her word (why not? She's got a degree in English and something else, but whatever). A lot of people don't believe me when I say I'm not going to do anything else, but if I believe this, then why won't they? I swear it, I want to be nothing more. Writing it my life.[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]I joined back in 2003, April. At first I was a crazy DBZ fan and was looking around, and I found theOtaku. I listened to music there, looked at the pictures, and then I found OB. I started off as a n00b among n00bs, but guess what? James gave me another chance, and it's a good job, because without OB I couldn't have become so mature. I learnt more things on OB than a lifetime of school and documentaries, all thanks to James and the moderators giving me a second chance (Mitch, for one, seemed to have been the most pissed off at me, I think anyway)[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]This is also happening to me a lot, it comes up "page cannot be displayed", randomly, most likely. It happens mostly when I'm on "Who's Online" and stuff (also when I search for new posts), but it does get annoying and I have to keep copying my posts in fear of losing them. I too thought it was an error with my internet or whatever, but if there are others then like Dagger said it could be a larger issue. Also this never happens on the other websites I'm on.[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Yes, we'll use everyone. See, stealing the car just in a flash is what normal robbers do, but since the Society is hell-bent on not being caught because of their leader they won't just raid everything. First, we need a few (possibly two) racers to race in one or two races and win the race or lose (depending on what happens, heh. If you lose the race you still get to take part, like hijacking a faster car to help in the robbery or driving a van, whatever happens really). We need people to help set up the robbery, people to plan a way out, people to make sure it all works, so it should take up all ten of us. Don't worry - I'll find a way to make all the character's useful. I also agree ten days may be a bit to much, so I'll start the RPG on the 10th (My birthday, a Monday) and the sign-up's can be finished on the 15th, how does that sound? All-in-all, this should hopefully be started on Monday.[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Hehe, nice chapters, sorry I didn't post sooner I was a little busy and only had time to post on some random things on OB. Anyways, the two chapters were brilliant, I can see "balls" looks like a quote to go down in OB history somewhere, hehe. I guess this looks great so far, lots of people seem interested, so nice work! I hope to read more soon.[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Nice chapter! I'm not going to quote things, because most of them were good, anyways. Hehe, the members being shot down by Alan was fun, and of course Asuka kicking the monster's ass was great, too. As per usual, funny stuff DW, just plain funny (and beyond plain, too, passing over into the realms of weird and whatnot). XD Alan doesn't have a left hand, but has two rights? Brilliant, pure genius. Your new story thing looks good, also. The style the characters are done in makes it look funny, which is why most of your advertisement things get everyone excited, lol.[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Good, we've got nine now and need just one more to start this. However, I'd really like these sign-up's to be finished. Really. I'd like you to check out the Underground, also, since it has the first mission in it. I made it a smaller mission and a sort of "street" type mission, however later on we'll have a more serious mission, huge robberies and whatnot, but for a start we have a nice street mission. I'm hoping to start this by the 15th, so in roughly ten days or so. Anyone who needs to get their sign-up finish must do so before then, and I'll remind everyone there's still one place open so you should ask people if they're interested.[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Ahhh fudge! Only one person mentioned me, *hugs Boo* I know, I'm not well known, but still you could have at least put me down on your lists even if you don't know who I am! Oh yeah, my small list:[/B] Jokopoko: [B]Hmm.... let's see... why would I want to meet Joko in real life...? Oh, yeah, because he's cool, he's funny, he's cool, an RPGer (who also happens to be cool) and he's Jokopoko! What more can I say?[/B] Boo: [B]Because he was the first person I had on my buddy-list when I was a n00b (indeed), and he still talks to me and stuff, not to mention he put my name on his list. Cool guy.[/B] Patronus: [B]Because he's cool, and made me some wicked-*** banners.[/B] James: [B]Who doesn't want to meet this guy?[/B] Kane: [B]Meh, he's cool. Plus he's a friend of Joko's so... yeah.[/B] Quad: [B]Well, we talk on AIM and Quad follows me around (haha, not really), we made up crazy things about famous people and, of course, we mention them all the time. Quad, you're just so cool! Well, would you look at that? I only have a few, but can you blame me? Nobody loves me! But do I care? Hell, yeah.[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]I'm guessing when you PM the codes you'll tell some of us how to actually post in the codes, won't you? Because I for one have absolutely no idea what-so-ever how to use HTML (They told it was hypertext mark-up langauge in school, but did they ever tell us how to use it? Nooooo!). Oh, just a small question: How long are you expecting the post to be? Small stories and big, oh and also, how long do you plan on making the whole RPG?[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]lol, nice stuff. Is it just me or do these OB fanfics keeping growing over OB? We'll need a new section soon, heh. Anyways, I like it. As you said on AIM, the last two sentences are my favourite. I think this can go somewhere, first chapter's pretty good (make it longer, damnit! How the hell am I meant to be entertained all night?). I look forward to the next chapter, no seriously I do. Write it quick and post it, please?[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Darius Aphosis Khafra [B]Age:[/B] 30 [B]Race:[/B] Draconian [B]Location:[/B] Memoria [B]Appearance:[/B] [IMG]http://www.torania.de/luthien/fellow/fr306baldo.jpg[/IMG] Sorry for the slight blurriness and all. Also, you'll have to use your imagination and imagine his wings, because I couldn't find a good picture with feathered wings. Basically, his wings are large and black, but the right wing has four thick red stripes on it (note: this is not rank, it's a family honour. Please see the bio), whereas the left wing is simply black. [B]Spells/Weapons:[/B] [URL=http://www.bowsofwood.com/13550800.jpg][U]Weapon[/U][/URL] - Snake Bow (Second) [U]Magic[/U] - [I]Olthori Faidge (Arrow Maker) -[/I] This is a spell Darius learnt in his last year (up until now) with S'Korra. It allows Darious to create three types of arrows, one of fire, ice and thunder. Depending on the type of arrow it has different effects, fire burning through most objects, ice freezing a few things up and thunder travelling as fast as light. This magic is rarely used by Darius outside of battle. Though these arrows are from three elements they aren't made out of these elements. The arrow is still wood but when it hits/penatrates something the arrow would set that object alit, shock it or freeze it. For example, if a flame arrow stuck into a wooden house and wood and anything else that could catch fire would be burnt until the fire is put out. This goes for all the other arrows only depending on which one they are. To use this magic, Darius simply says silent and chants the words in his mind. He then loads something into the bow (nothing is there, it's like the arrow is invisible) and then thunder/fire/ice in a misty form would drift from his hand and create the shape of an arrow (at first it would by a sort of misty arrow, later going solid). [I]Khafra's Arrow -[/I] An attack magic used by the started of the Khafra family. Darius found this when he looked up this history and has only recently mastered this. The tip of the arrow becomes unbreakly and can pierce through atleast three layers even if the arrow is slung weakly. The arrow becomes silent and swift, almost impossible to dodge. Darius rarely uses this magic in battles. It is more of a "sneaky" tactic than one to be used when fighting, this magic is espeically good when hidding. Its distant is the same as normal arrows, and like normal it depends on what type of bow is used or how it is shot. For this type of magic to work the user takes the arrow out and a light amount of mist will twist around the arrow to the tip from the user's hand. Most people say the mist blesses the arrow. [B]Biography:[/B] He started off in Aereon, Memoria. Darius is nothing special. In family he wasn't. No one actually knows his real parents; he was adopted into a well-off and well-known Draconian family, famed mostly around small parts of Memoria. Though the family weren't born in Memoria they did move there because most of the family started off as guards, mercenaries, strike forces, warriors and whatnot for Memoria so the entire family lived over in Memoria after awhile and found Darius as a child. Darius had a wristband when he was first found, with the name "Aphosis Khafra" engraved in it. He was later renamed "Darius Aphosis Khafra", and being the first child of that family to have the family name first. Like most Draconians Darius was a good fighter, especially in battle. His father (adopted father, of course) was a striker, a retired one, but he still had his wings dyed black. He encouraged Darius to take on this career in Memoria like the rest of the family, but Darius declined and said he wanted to be what he wanted to be and not someone else?s dream. It was then known that Darius was the oddball of the family. He didn't want to be a fighter for Memoria, instead he wanted to be one for himself. Not because he was selfish, but because he didn't want his life controlling nor did he want to follow anyone else?s footsteps. He wanted to follow his own life, and didn't agree with his family. Over the years, this got worse. He began to decline everything, support, encouragement, anything that was from his family. For some time the young Draconian had known that he wasn't really a part of his known family and that he wasn't like them in anyway, the only thing they had in common were the wings. At this his father grew concerned and decided that he needed to know the family business, and then he tried to teach Darius everything about striking and working for a region, but once again Darius declined to ever follow in his family's footsteps. He said that they had forced their own life upon him so much that he just didn't want to be like them; therefore he didn't want to have the same life as them. At the age of 16, Darius ran away. For some reason he didn't run out of Memoria, he stayed. He travelled to Vera, and it was a good job, too, because in Memoria he met a Draconian historian named S'Korra. Still wondering about his family and way he was so different, Darius asked S'Korra to research about the names "Aphosis Khafra", and she did. Under the name "Khafra" was an entire history of a Draconian family that lived in Victoria. The shocking thing to Darius was that his family was they were very loyal, they listened (one of the text describing them in the words "the fighters who heard voices other than their own") and they were a striking force hired by most regions in the air. Darius was shocked by this, knowing he had let down the family he never knew by being unruly to his adopted parents and denying the ranks of a strike force. His friend S'Korra later reassured Darius by telling him to travel back to Victoria and find the graves of his parents, so maybe then he could learn more about his family. At the age of 19 Darius came to Victoria, the Kingdom of privacy, and he was brought to Elroy. A stranger, perhaps a Mage, he wasn't sure, came up to him and asked for his second name. Darius replied with his full name, and the stranger asked him why he wasn't following the paths of his family. Darius later replied that he didn't know his real family and that he didn't like people controlling his life. After awhile of talking the stranger led Darius to his parent's graves, but Darius learns nothing. All he saw were boring headstones, with nothing on them but the names of his parents, their family, and a few famed words. Darius didn't even have his name on it. He asked the stranger if he knew why his name wasn't on his parent?s grave when he was only left at the age of the 3, but Darius never got his answer. Instead, the stranger told him to visit to Draconian elders and retrieve the bow of his family, passed down from father to son (and on the women's side, which is the bow on the left). Since Darius was still lost in mystery of his family, he did as the stranger instructed, only later he remembered he never got the stranger's name. The Elder Draconians didn't hesitate to give Darius his family bow, which was a relief for him, not being riddled in mysterious questions and answers for once. When Darius was 20 he finally returned to Memoria, and for the second time he requested a history search from S'Korra. She did this again, this time under the name of "Darius" (the family who adopted him) and the words craved carefully into his bow, "En-Sabah Hènëludn Dôr Ilthilmiri". Shocking findings hit Darius harder than the last history search. The Darius family were rivals of the Khafra family, strong rivals. The Khafra family were proud, but very unruly and annoying. The frequently shamed the Darius family for no reason, taking their glory and having their names put into the wrong kind of history. Fed up of this, the Darius family tried to became allies with the Khafra, but they would not have it. The Khafra were too rolled up in their famous acts (which were never their doing, it turns out that all their pride and loyal words were just false facts in history) that they wanted to keep it like that, so the Khafra family was killed by the Darius family. The Darius family did this so they could take the only child, and then pass it on to a relative of the Darius family to mold the child into a Khafra and Darius boy to stop the battle between both clans forever, even though the Khafra were dead. Darius knew instantly that he had shamed his own name, and he had stopped a healing of generations of blood and battle. The words on his bow were an ancient tongue of Draconian, meaning something like "May your family be your strength", so Darius felt weak, even though he was a talented Draconian growing up with warriors. He wanted to heal everything once and for all, therefore he went back to the Darius family and asked for their forgiveness, but they just turned away and sneered back at him bitterly. Darius dropped all his pride and begged them to heal the immortal wounds of their families, but we was still swept aside. His adopted father said a few words that reminded in Darius' mind forever: "We thought that a boy who never grew up as a Khafra would grow up as a Darius and heal everything forever. Even in their resting place your family still fights with ours, we knew only a child of both families could stop this. But now I see the arrogance and unruly brutality runs deep in the blood of your family. You can never be one of us. You family with never have pride, and neither will you." From that day forward, Darius vowed that he would be the only boy of his family to take glory his own way and not steal it. He vowed to earn everything he had, to be good, aid others instead of himself, no matter how hard it would hurt him. Though he was bitter to most, emotional in anger and negative ways, he was going to try and be something good. His final vow to his family, both of them, was that he wouldn't stop at anything to heal the wounds of ancient rivals, and he would make both sides proud of him. For the rest of his years, Darius lived with S'Korra, travelling around Memoria looking for old history with her (mostly in Rue), and learning what he could on the way, both in fighting, magic, and honour. To show his respect and try to earn it to the Darius family he dyed his wings black and was told that the Khafra family dyed their wings with red stripes, so he now has his right winged dyed with four thick stripes, only his right so that no one would be confused with the rank, and with this he hoped that he could earn the respect of both families by doing good and having his name in history, with the description beside his name "Darius Aphosis Khafra, a warrior of Khafra and a son of Darius , forever sheading pride upon both families." (Due to the fact I wrote the bio without knowing about Draconian magic, it's hard to edit it now and add magic in it somewhere, so if it's alright with Patronus and Acardia, can I just keep it as Darius learnt his spells during his time with S'Korra at the end of the biography?)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Okay, here's the underground thread where all the questions can be asked, and answered. First things first, I have the first mission for us. This will go in a Chapter System, or more like a "mission" system. Each chapter will have a mission in it and when that mission is finished we go onto the next chapter. Simple. Each chapter has a basic explanation, though it's just to tell you what the chapter is about and won't say what happens exactly in it. First chapter/mission is: [CENTER][U]Mission One: Speeding Hawk[/U] Location: Miami[/B] Speeding Hawk is the title given to the winner of the racing competition in Miami, a street war. Once every week there's a race, and every year the best racers are entered into the Super Speeding Hawk competition. Rich man Dovoni Albert's son entered these competition and came second in the Super race, but he swore that the winner was cheating. Glodi Kuba was the champion for another year, and this year Dovoni wants his son to get what he wants. The Secret Society are hired to steal Glodi's car the races before the Super Race so the Rich man's son can win. The only way for the car to be stolen is if one of the Society win a few races and find a way to steal Glodi's car before he finds out and shoots them down.[/CENTER] [B]Okay, there you 'ave it. First mission, and it's going to be a slightly street-ish light-heart-ish one. So, any questions? Comments?[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Damn, I should've read the first one...[/B] ?I get ?Psychic NOW Weekly.? Best damn magazine for a psychic like myself.? [B]lol, just one of the many funny parts I could paste out and stick into my post, but hell I won't. Really funny stuff, of course I'm actually going to read this one after missing out on the first (and yes, I am too lazy to go and read it, but oh well). Great stuff anyways, look forward to the next chapter ^_^[/SIZE][/B]

[B][U][SIZE=1][CENTER]Secret Society.[/U] [M-LVS][/B] [I]?Alrigh?, so you?ll do any job s?long as it?s robbery?? He bit the end of his cigar and waited for the answer. ?Yeah. Anything, as long as we won?t get done for murder. Murders hard, robbery?s easy.? Robin replied, sitting back in his chair and putting his feet up on the men?s desk. ?Depends what it is, though. The greater the risk, higher the price. Ain?t life grand?? The man sighed, and played with his rings on his fat fingers. ?They?re moving the museum in a few weeks, so they?ll be transferring all the artefacts. There?s a bunch of coins, an? they used to belong to one of my relatives, the bastards claimed the coins for no reason, in truth it was mine.? ?Coins...? Robin laughed, and then looked back at the man in the dark with blue eyes. ?Too bad I can?t turn down a job. Doesn?t sound to risky, how much you willing to offer me?? ?How much do you want?? ?Anything you can offer.? Robin took his feet off the desk and put on his serious face. ?If it ain?t satisfactory, then no I can?t do the job. Secret Society don?t work for pennies, mate. You give me a good offer, I get my boys to find out everythin?, work it out then give you back the price.? ?How soon can you give me a figure?? ?How soon can you give me an amount you?ll go up to?? The man sighed and rubbed his chin. ?Thirty-five thousand?? ?How much are the coins worth?? ?Not as much.? ?Fine. I?ll take it. I?ll be back next week with the fixed price, you betta be willin? to go a little higher, ?cause we?re not going through all the trouble for nothin?. And you betta not be liein? about these coins, if they?re worth more than so is the job.? Robin smiled like a dog, happy that he could intimidate this man. He got up from his chair, and nodded politely. ?See ya in a week, bub.? = = =[/I][/CENTER] The Secret Society was a group of robbers, not particularly bad people, but just smart, cunning robbers. You hired them to steal something, they?d plan it out, rob what you want, collect their pay and then close the show up. They never slipped up. Everything had to be planned out carefully and nothing could go wrong, that?s why there were so many in the Secret Society. Ten, intelligent, smart and cunning robbers. Not only robbers, these people were friends in a way with each other, they never did a job on their own, they all had their own place in the Society and even though they were somewhat rebellious they knew the risk of their jobs and listened up when they had to, with the odd argument here and there. It all started back in England, in London. At first it started off with a duo, Robert and Robin. Two master villains in London. They robbed everything they could and never got caught, and later on they became fairly rich from everything they sold. It wasn?t long until a few of their friends asked to help them, so then the first few members of the Secret Society were born. Robert and Robin decided to go for bigger jobs, so they offered their services to anyone who was willing to pay. All the big criminal names in England hired them, but always made one of their own go along to make sure the mission went well. After awhile of jobs from certain gangs and villains, a few of the villains the Secret Society worked with decided to join them, and then it became eleven members. When Robert, the brother who helped start the Secret Society, died in a car crash, Robin took lead of the Secret Society and began to think bigger than ever. Since the Secret Society was mostly in England he wanted to expand their services across the world, so what did he do? He packed up all his stolen items, all his money, bought a few cars for the Society and advertised themselves across the world. Frequently, on the road or in hotels, they?d get a phone call for a job. Robin would go meet the person offering the job, work everything out, and then finally get their assess off to do the job. And in the end of the job, they?d always get lucky and always get paid. That?s just luck, and the jobs really need to be planned out, or else they don?t get their money and the Secret Society is lost. ?Get ready to take part in the most Secret, the most cunning, the most bizarre and strange Society of robbers you have ever seen, whoever said leading a life of crime was bad? [CENTER]= = =[/CENTER] Requirements: [B]Name: Nickname: Age: Nationality:[/B] Remember, the Society started in England with a few gang members joining after they were told to make sure the missions were done right, most characters will be English though I?ll allow other nationalities. [B]Group Title:[/B] You know, like the leader (too bad that?s me), oddball, genius, fighter, troublemaker? whatever you want. [B]Transport:[/B] The Secret Society does travel around the world, but they do stick together and have their own transport. You could be with another member in a car or something, but keep it to cars and whatnot, no jets. [B]Weapons:[/B] Maximum of two, I?d like guns mostly. [B]Appearance:[/B] Description or real-looking picture. [B]Personality: Biography:[/B] At least three paragraphs, please? Only 9 places available since I have the first place. The best sign-up?s will get in, also I don?t want any cops of good guys in this because they?ll only be in one city whereas the Society travels around. I?ll make the Underground thread soon, but for now if you have any questions please PM me or send me an IM on either my MSN or AIM. Also, for this RPG I?m looking for a sort of Italian Job (Old one) style thing, but not as goofy and a little more realistic. [CENTER]= = = As always?[/CENTER] [B]Name:[/B] Robin Stoltz [B]Nickname:[/B] Mr. Boss (or just Boss) [B]Age:[/B] 27 [B]Nationality:[/B] English [B]Group Title:[/B] Bossy English Leader [B]Transport:[/B] [URL=http://www.jroethig.de/picl/xv535s.jpg]Motorbike[/URL] [Click] Motorbike, nice and shiny. Robin would consider it his best friend, but it also proves everyone right when they say he?s still living in the past while robbing the future. Sometimes he?ll take another person on the bike, but not often. [B]Weapons:[/B] [URL=http://www.logicsouth.com/~lcoble/dir17/pistol.jpg]Pistols[/URL] [Click] Twin pistols, which he keeps in his belt and under his coat, Robin only uses these when absolutely necessary (normally, someone else will pull out the gun). [B]Appearance:[/B] [IMG]Http://www.geocities.com/fmrbruin_la/pics/publicity_stills/Eric_Stoltz_inside.jpg[/IMG] Robin is found most of the time wearing a long coat, dirty with dust from travelling and a black-ish grey colour. He wears a scarf most of the time, a red one, and of course in his belt, under his coat, are his two trust pistols. [B]Personality:[/B] A funny, bossy and self-controlling guy. He was the opposite of his brother, and when taking the leadership job of the Secret Society Robin became pretty bossy with everyone when it was time for the job. Normally people would listen to him, but to get everyone to shut up he had to shout, a lot. Robin?s a nice guy often when there?s no pressure, he makes a joke now and then, makes a joke out of people and messes with peoples heads for the fun of it, but only when not under pressure. The thought of him not being in control of the Society scares Robin a little; he wants to keep it under control so they don?t get caught. During the odd breaks between jobs he lets his fellow robbers run riot around the city, but not too wildly. Robin is also said to be one of the ?plan makers? in the group and an organizer. For jobs, Robin is always looking for any kind that pays well. He?s careful of the people he meets, cunning to mess with their heads and likes to get the most money out of them. He doesn?t like being intimidated by his dealers, therefore he intimidates them. To him, making a good deal is only good if you?re in control, and if the other person is then don?t bother. Besides all this controlling, underneath the robber, is actually a caring man who cares for his own and his brother?s creation so much that he doesn?t want it to go. He?d rather be caught then his fellows, but half of the time he doesn?t show this and make it look like he?s not bothered (which, mostly, is for a joke). [B]Biography:[/B] Robin was the younger brother of the two famous duo robbers. Normally in robbers, Robin would be look out while Robert stole everything. He'd be the second man always because that was the way of their life. Before this, though, Robin and Robert grew up in London. They went to the same school and did the same things together, and both got good qualifacations after their school years. The two were very, very good at computer technology, so at first the just used this to scare people and hack them. One day, ideas flew into Robert's head. Ideas and cunning robbery and easily getting money without having to work for it, and idea that would change his life and his brothers forever. This was the first though of that would start the Secret Society. They robbed a few shops at first, with things worth it. Then later they went on to big things, like money, artifacts and whatever they could get their hands onto. This formed the Secret Society, brotherly theift of the best things they could find. Too cunning for the police to catch them, the duo continued their work and smiled upon whatever they got. It wasn't long until their friends began to join in, with their strange titles and strange works, and then the first few members of the most annoying, most cunning and most strange criminal Society became reality, but the two brothers didn't want to settle for simple robbery anymore. They later got work from the local bad boys in England, the local crimincal and gangster. Not bad work, they knew it. Then of course, more members flooded in. The people who hired them wanted to make sure their job was done the way it should be, so they sent men to tag along. The men and women saw the work of the Society, and in a few years time the decided to join, leading to 11 members. A few years later, Robert was killed in a car crash. Robin was behind his brother on the motorway, speeding towards their next task when a car swirved across the roads and hit them both, seriously injuring Robin and kill Robert. After this, Robin was going to make sure that he, more than anyone else, wouldn't let his brother down. He took leadership of the Society and of course, he was over protective. But they were okay with it, mostly... During the first mission on the 10 member Society, Robin had gotten his bike. At first every thought he was just a bit old fashioned (and still do), but Robin always said he just liked the bike and nothing more. His bike was almost like his best friend, and he rode it from town to town, country and country, and was on it, job after job. During his whole life it was around robbery and his brother, but with him gone he had the safety of the Secret Society in his palms. He wanted to make sure they still got paid, so he decided to put on a fierce act around the dealers to make sure they didn't see him as a softy. Thus, thanks to Robin, his brother, the cunningness of them all and of course, the utter insane difference between them all the Secret Society became one of the craziest, yet coolest and bravest criminal gang ever known. And Robin intended to keep it that way.[/SIZE]