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[QUOTE=Kane] [SIZE=1][B]DragonWarrior:[/B] [[I]Astounded[/I]] How in the name of Adam did you do that ?! STILL I HAVE AN ALTERNATE METHOD OF ESCAPE, HA HA FOOLISH STUPIDHERO I CAN NEVER BE DEFEATED !! [[I]Activtes hidden jetpack in his boxers and flies out the sky light, only for them to stall and fly him right into the local Mod Station where is promptly taken into custody[/I]][/SIZE][/Quote] [B][SIZE=1]Don't ask me why, but I loved this part ^_^ For no reason, I just loved it, hehe. Anyways, brilliant story, nice start as well. Though I haven't seen The Incredibles yet I do plan to, but from the trailers I've seen this looks like a great spin-off. The comedy in the story is brilliant and I look forward to reading more, also note that even though some things may be silly in it it's also enough to make the Queen laugh, great job![/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Hmm... yes, I never thought of that. I guess I'll have to think of something genius to tackle the problem... From what I read Robin was already a wanted man, so I guess in this RPG he will be as well. Perhaps it is known to the King and the Sheriff that Robin is stealing and causing trouble and everyone on the King's side is looking out for him, but they can never find him once they get into the streets and alleyways (the richer people and police would be used a big, clean city that is easy to navigate). Of course the King wouldn't know about the plot to get rid of him but there is the betrayal thing which I think would be interesting in the RPG. As for the recruiting, Robin could here from others about people whom would be good to join him and then he'd meet them. I also think that it would be cool if some characters aren't on Robin's side at the start of the RPG and only meet him sometime in the first chapter. I have everything done mostly now, so I'll start this after next friday (17th) when I break up from school so I'm not busy.[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]You're supossed to use spoiler tags, Omar, and the Slade thing has already been mentioned once or twice by myself and a few other members. Slade isn't immortal at all. He can easily be killed but by age he might be possibly, I'm not too sure. Also the comic series wasn't just about those 5, you're forgetting the Tales of the New Teen Titans, which the series was based on more (Since Raven was in it, Beast Boy, Robin, Cyborg and Starfire). I don't recall Green Arrow being the the New Teen Titans, unless I'm mistaken. Aqualad wasn't in it, either, though I'm not too sure. Also you do know they changed Beast Boy's name a lot? Changleing.... Beast Boy, then back to Changeling...[/SIZE][/B]

[QUOTE=Angelus_Necare][color=darkred][size=1] Oh, and maybe you should make the Sherrif of Rottingham a Lawyer ;), just a thought.[/color][/size][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1][B]I was thinking the exact same thing ^_^ Only because my friend dressed up as a lawyer for halloween and... easter... XD It might be a good idea to follow off most chapters of the Robin Hood story, but maybe not too much because some people might not know a lot of details about the story. Though I do have a childrens book which is suprisingly gory but has the Robin Hood story in it, I might use a few chapters out of that since it seems fairly simple.[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Thanks again guys ^_^. I was thinking of adding a Chapter System, but I'm not sure which one to us. I have a few types I'd like to do: 1. One where only certain characters post. The plotline would only include about half or more of the characters, like James's Kill Adam RPG, though there might be a problem: I tend to make Chapters over 2 pages long each (well... I want them to be like that, anyway), and if they're long characters will be inactive for awhile. 2. The second was like my Sands of Time RPG. Every characters is involved and there's a summary of every chapter. The chapter's are kinda like episodes, starting with an event and ending with that event... well, ending. These are very long Chapter's and tend to be good in some cases because people can be creative and don't have to stick to a very strict plotline. 3. One where every character is involved but there are only a few who are focused on the most. Like episodes, again, but not as long and the event might not end. 4. The forth is basically carrying on the story and not having much of a plotline. It might not even be good for having around because it just goes with the flow of everything and allows people to be more creative, though it's not really a chapter system because the chapter's aren't set up. 5. Final one is that all the character's are involved, it has a title and a summary, though the events can carry on to the next chapter. The chapters in this would be random in length, depending on when the best ending point comes up. The chapter plots (which follow on) might be a little spefic at the start (when the plot begins) though it might not be, depends on how flexible the chapter should be (depending how big the chapter has an impact on the story). Not sure which kinda to use... hehe. Ah, and I also was going to cook up some images with Photoshop CS (which I got ages ago), problem is I was still at a lose and couldn't use it. I gave up on pictures. The background thingy (the kind that James uses for Kill Adam and the kind that Shy and a few others use? Right?) I don't know how to do (XD), and music... not sure how to do either XD (I don't have much music, most of it is sad stuff and wouldn't fit in, hehe).[/SIZE][/B] EDIT: [SIZE=1][B]Ah, almost forgot. The Sherrif would be in it, I decided. I think he would be good as one of the King's highest men (like some guy showered with honour titles), possibly in charge of the law (which would be cool, I think). I'm not sure what he could be yet, but he's defeniatly high up in the food chain.[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Hey guys, I was just wondering if you had any opinons about the length this whole thing will be. Not this chapter, the RPG. 25 chapters, 3 double chapters and a few easy going chapters, should I shorten it? You can either post here in a OOC or in the Underground (which would be better).[/B] The strongest warriors are those who endure, Sarek knew that. He also knew that the strongest warriors did anything to survive, and he would have done that, but things change... all the time. Some for the worst and some for the good, but this time his change wasn't as he expected. "Sarek, are you coming?" Dave began knocking on the door again. Sarek was sat twirling his clean and new spear in his hand, but he did hear Dave. "Yes." Sarek replied plainly. He tucked the spear into his belt and rose, stopping just to look at the bullet wound in his body. He had to get it fixed, adaption could only last for so long until you really feel it. Sighing heavily and hanging his head once more, Sarek walked towards his door and slid it open, making Dave jump back because of the rush of cold and wind. "Nice ta be seein' ya again Sarek." Morgon said behind Dave. Sarek gave a slow nod, and then followed Dave down the corridor. "You're lucky to go, I can't. Someone has to say here to get you all back, if that portal closes with no one on the ship we'll be stuck." Dave muttered sliding his hands in his pockets. "I set everything up. Coffin and all. You, Pieter, Sutaru and Canathael should carry it, I'm not sure if it's Li's tradition, but it was mine anyway." "We did the same, and we buried them with an item representing their personality." Sarek said whipping out the spear and showing it to Dave. "I guess we're having this with all the tradition of our worlds in it." He sighed again, and gave a slow nod to himself. "You and Morgon go ahead, I'll go get Canathael and Maya, alright?" Dave said, suddenly stopping. Sarek gave him a slow nod and continued down the corridor with his head down, and Morgon behind. "How are ye feelin'?" Morgon asked quietly. "Like shit." Sarek mumbled weakly. He shook his head and blinked, still staring at the floor. "Seriously. I had this dream... back when I was younger my friend, Gaur was killed by one of his own race. In my dream I relived the event, only Gaur survived... only to be murdered by Marrek..." Sarek clenched his fist hard, almost piercing into the wounds he created before. he growled under his breath angrilly. "Sounds like Marrek'll want ta stay away from us fer awhile." Morgon said in a mutter. "Actually, I want him to come near, so I can rip his head of and throw him into the most disgusting timeline there is." He growled for awhile, then rubbed his forehead, sighing. "...But right now I'll pay my respects to Li."[/SIZE][/B]

[QUOTE=Altron]No. You changed yourself. You decided to become a 'coward.' The [i]least[/i], the [i]very least[/i] you could do is stand up for yourself, tell them the corny, cliche crap like: I'm not afraid of you.[/QUOTE] [SIZE=1][B]Yes, I changed myself for my own good. When they know you're different they get worse and worse and later see you as so different you should be tought something, a lesson in their own pathetic way. I didn't want to lose any of my teeth (since I already lost the bottom tooth and I have braces because of that I'm not willing to get my mouth sorted out with more braces for longer), and I don't want to go to hospital with a black eye, scratchs, bruises or anything broken. You change they might leave you alone, you don't then there's no chance, they make it worse for you. Well... it does happen that way in my school. Telling people doesn't work because others join in, and later if you even look or glance at them your head goes through the school gates. I changed for my own good. There's also the problem that if you do get in a fight with them they won't take you to be a punk anymore, they'll take you to be dangerous and a good chance to kick the crap out of someone easily but outnumbering them. Family members, older brothers and sisters, friends, they'd all join in and smash your head in for even punching the person who attacked you. They're not likely to back off, not likely at all. They'll come back, for more, or just for the fun.[/SIZE][/B] [quote name='Altron]I know I sound mean, but really, if you're too afraid to stand up for yourself -- or at least get outside help -- you really are a coward. Too afraid to stand up on your [b]own[/b'] behalf? Seriously now, if you can't stand up for yourself, you won't be able to help anyone else, defend anyone else. Personally, you should reconsider making this thread a 'venting' post. Get real. Get advice or something[/quote] [SIZE=1][B]There's a problem there. Half the people from the schools near Weaste Lane are in the lower sets and lower forms, and you know what they're like? Most are tougher than an titanium safe. If I fought back against three people, out numbered and maybe even outpowered then I wouldn't be here typing this. That's what I fear. Too strong, too many for me too take on. My brother's stronger than me and they might be stronger than him, I just don't know. If I started a fight and they were stronger but it was one on one they'd might win anyway because they've (most likely) been in more fights than me. And it doesn't just stop at a beating. It's just scary how no one in my school (Or Hope High or Buille Hill, too schools near mine) have never come back in for at least 2 weeks and more. The winner of the fight gives no mercy (depending on who they are), they'd keep kicking you, and they'd do worse. The teacher expell the troublemakers, but not them all. If you were part of the attack/fight and you seemed to be the cause for your own injuries then not much would happen. And to make it even worse: it's on the streets, outside my school, yes, but not in my school. I didn't know who that kid was, I couldn't report them, I couldn't get them in trouble. I was lucky I didn't fight back, I think, because then I'd have more than a cut over my head and a bruise. I guess they are also a coward for throwing rocks from a distance, Annie, but then again they might have done it just because it was effective, then again maybe not. Maybe she was all talk, but I wouldn't have the guts to stand up to her anyhow and I don't want to find out if she is all talk. I'll do what I have to do like Queen Asuka said, and I'll try not to let them run all over me, but I do it without running OR hitting them (how that's possible I have no idea, I'll just test it... whenever they start again). Thanks anyway for the advice and comments, and to everyone who said that Tim can kick butt: Indeed he can, but this Robin (aka... Me, since when I became a "Robin" is beyond me) is to afraid to right now.[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Yeah, I hate those fu**ers. Who do they think they are? Now I?m posting this because today I?m sick of it, and I won?t fight them back. I don?t have confidence enough anymore, I?m a coward, and I?ll admit it. I?m a coward, I never used to be, but things change. When I?m with my friends, I have confidence, but when I?m alone and facing one of them I?m a cowardly dog who?d hang her tail and head and let them get away with whatever they do. Yeah, a coward, because of them. Today I was stood waiting for my brother from school, he was late again. When I?m stood alone on the streets near schools I say silent, I don?t look at people because I?m afraid. I never knew why, but I did know today. Someone on the other side of the road walked past, and shouted over at me. I just looked at them, and glanced back to see if my brother was coming. She then shouted over ?What are you looking at you b**ch?? I didn?t reply. When I was looking up and down the road I saw her pick up a rock and throw it at me, but it missed. I just looked at the road and did nothing. She threw two more which also missed. And then she threw the forth, and it hit me, right in more forehead. It hurt but I didn?t cry, and normally I would go and chase them as they ran away laughing, but I didn?t. What did I do? What a fu**ing coward would do, I ran the other way (walked, rather) and hung my head. The blood scared me and they do. I hate them. Not just bullies, but them who show off and look for a fight. A fight with people they can intimidate because they know that the person had lost their confidence in secondary school, smart, aren?t they? No, they?re pitiful bastards who?ll have no life, and I hate them for what they are. Back when I was about 11 or 10 I?d kick someone down for provoking me, and I wouldn?t blame a person for hitting me if I provoked them, no I wouldn?t. I never had a fight in school, I never tried to start them, but I did get a few hits and had to hit them back and I did try to intimidate others, but I don?t do it like those idiots do. I?m just saying all this because I?m sick of it. When I got into high school I was okay at first, but then everything got out of hand. The kids who bullied people intimidated you, and you lost your confidence, then you lost everything. I lost everything I had when it came to defending myself; I won?t even punch someone jokingly anymore. It?s just not fair. Why do they always have to come and bully others because it?s good for them? Yeah, they?re real tough, let?s go beat up a kid on their own and show the others not to mess with us. Let?s go and throw a rock at a kid because she?s looking at us for one tiny fraction of a second. Let?s go and scare them out of school, and ruin their lives because ours won?t get anywhere. That?s what they would think if they had anything in that thick balloon they call a head. They won?t leave me alone, either, and I hate them for it. I don?t even know half of them; I didn?t know the girl who threw the rock. They ask questions that they know are another form of mockery and teasing, just to be funny and just to make a mockery out of you. I?ll mock them if I wasn?t such a dog of a coward. They can prove that I?m a coward just by shouting my name followed by a nasty word because I?d be afraid to look at them. I wouldn?t mind if they had brains and hurt/annoyed/teased people because they were provoked, but when they do it to me and other people for no reason? it pi**es me off. But who am I to say anything? I?m just someone who got it easy; others get it harder. Yep, just another person I guess. But you know what?s hard for me? I was never afraid of people like them; I would retaliate even though I knew I shouldn?t because it?s wrong. I could?ve and would?ve, but I won?t anymore. Too much of a coward. That hurts me more than any rock, any punch in a bruised arm, any name they can call me, anything? I based most of what I like to write on Heroes who have no fear, I base most of my RPG?s characters and fearless warriors or nice people who AREN?T cowards? I even used to train with myself because I wanted to be strong, but are strong people, fighters, people who have at least some good fighting skill, are they cowards? Do writers base everything about their characters on themselves? Most of the time? but I?m a coward, I have as much right as they do. ?I?m going off track a little. My point is that I hate these people. I hate them? they changed me? again, I?ve had my life changed before because of THEM! Forced? sometimes. Too coward to even look at them, too afraid. I can fight them but I won?t! I just won?t, I?m afraid. I have no ego. I have no courage and I have no right to even talk about them as dogs, but I am. They pi** me off too much, I won?t stand for it. It?s not fair. They hurt me not by names or rocks, sticks or stones, but by their own ability to make me more of a coward the more they threaten me, and the more they pretend to hate me. You know what? F**k them. And God help everyone who?s had it like me and harder, God help them indeed. And when I?m older, when I?m still a coward I?ll have something, my knowledge and my talents which they?ll never have. I would kill them now if I weren?t a coward, I would? I would, but I can?t. I say let them live through their future, a horrible life because they hated people they didn?t know at school. And when they die, old, helpless and ruined, I?ll stand at their grave, curse them and spit at what?s left. All because of a few rocks and a few name-callings? No, not that. Just for making everyone a misery. They have no right; I don?t give a f**k about myself, and just everyone else they hurt even more. If I would do something then I would, but I?m just a kid who got off easy and lost her own courage, just a kid. I won?t stand it anymore, though. I?m sick of them thinking they?re so big and bad, they?re not! They?re not! And I?ll teach them a lesson. Even if I have to take a knife in and stab it through they?re heart. I may feel remorse, but not like them. They provoked me. You provoke a lion, it kills you. It?s not its fault, it?s yours. In the past this coward has dealt with it? with them. When they hurt others it hurts me more. I can?t help my friend, I can?t stick up for them? too much of a coward. I sometimes even agree with those morons just to save my own skin. I?m only 12? and if it?s this bad now, what will I be like when I?m older? Much more of a coward, yes, but what else? ?What was going to say? Ah. I want to here what problems you have with these idiots. Frankly I can?t take it. It?s too unfair, and if you?re someone like me it?ll drive you nuts. So? I?d like anything you have on the issue, even some advice for me? how to deal with them. Oh, and all through this I?ve called them? them? and whom do I mean exactly? Bullies, show-offs, a**holes, idiots, ruined brain-less primitive apes who try to make life hell for most of us. And this is what this coward has to say about them: They?re not better than me in some ways, in most, actually, but they are better than me? in ways... (I apologise for rambling on for three pages of a word document, but I?m just annoyed, sorry about the corny title too? and I also apologise for all the bad language).[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Yeah, and Orlando Bloom cowarding away from his death and hugging his movie brother's leg was just pirceless ^_^ Ah, sorry, I seem to be going off track... Anyway, the condition the poor live in would be very simple, almost like poor people today. The closer to the big cities a house is the better the condition it's in. Here's a few examples of the houses: Not rich but not poor: They would have a normal house with not the most advanced technology, but some. They might have a lot of water and some food, not much money but some and they might not be considered poor, but they are since they can't afford the brilliant technology and houses the rich have. Poor: Their houses would be small, with a few brokens walls and holes, a little lighting from old ancient electric generators, and sometimes a tad but of technology but they couldn't afford anything other than food or water. They are poor, of course, but not as poor as others. Very Poor: Living in old houses with broken windows and no technology that would be considered "advanced", very little water, running taps, running pipes, holes in the house, the electricity constantly running low and a lot of mischief children who decide to break the law coming round and having a bit of sad fun by messing up these people's already messed up lives. Extremely Poor: These houses are not houses at all. Anyone living in palces like these peoples would be considered nobody's to the rich, and are mostly trouble makers. These houses are located near the abandoned places and are trashed (trashed being the term for trashed houses in our own century). They have no water, perhaps some, no food, and sometimes the people live on the streets. If you're this poor you can be attacked and are vunrable to anything, but you're most likely to be an attacker and murderer then be a victim. I might have more details soon ^_^[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B][U][CENTER]Lykos.[/U] City of Troy.[/B] A warrior bred for battle in the great city of Troy, his shoulders are strong enough to carry the heavy golden armour and golden Trojan spirit. Some see him as a lion with golden hair for a mane, and others see him as a tamer with deep blue ocean eyes. --- [U][B]The Greeks Are Coming.[/U][/B][/CENTER] The morning sun was high above the great walls of Troy, Apollo was watching over us this morning. The great sun God sees all; he protects Troy, and its warriors. You would know the mighty power of our God if you sat on the stone stairs of the city and watching the people going about their daily business. Soldiers walking through the streets, children running and traders walking through the gates. But we all knew the Greeks were going to invade, and I say let them come for they can never break through the might walls of Troy nor can they defeat a Trojan warrior when he has Apollo watching over him. I looked over to my right to hear the clashing of weak wooden swords and I found two children with green capes on their backs, clashing their wooden swords and jumping at each other. They would be warriors one day, just like me. ?Give me your sword,? I said smiling towards the tallest Trojan boy. He looked up at me, green eyes piercing through brown hair, and smiled back, handing me his crude wooden sword. ?I know you will become a great warrior one day, but first you must learn how to wield your weapon!? I said brightly, thrusting the sword out towards the smaller boy who jumped back. I bent my back leg back and pulled the sword up to my shoulder as if I was going to launch it over the beach, but I did not, I stood there smiling. ?Are you a great warrior?? The tall boy asked. I let my smile grow brighter, and nodded. ?I am,? I replied giving him back the sword. ?I was once a sailor and am now a soldier. I have travelled all over, from Troy to Greece. I have only recently returned to Troy when hearing news that Prince Paris had brought back a young women, and that the Greeks would launch an attack. Though I intend to fight in this war I also intend to survive it, even if the Greeks break-? ?Those Greeks could never break through are walls, yaaah!? The second boy yelled out before I could finish. He brought his sword forward to strike me, but I simply lifted my sword and laughed. ?Those Greeks will be crushed by the power of us, they don?t stand a chance in this war!? ?Very brave, I can see that. But do you know what war is? Its where people die for others and only be brave are remembered. Cowards are forgotten. I could easily die by one blow or be over powered but a Greek warrior, but I don?t intend to die. In Troy I was born, and in Troy I will die if I must.? I said boldly. The boys looked at each other for a moment, and thought. ?What will happen if the Greeks take Troy?? The one beside me asked, tugging my arm. I looked up to the sun, sighing deeply. Kneeling down I placed a reassuring hand on the boy?s small shoulder, and gave him a warm smile. ?Troy will not fall by the hands of the Greeks. It will stand strong as long as brave warriors like you refuse to fall. The walls of our city will be harder than the shield of a thousand warriors. When they attack you will not fight, but I, and many others will.? I closed my eyes for a moment and remembered I few of the times when I would have said the exact same words, only slightly different when it came to the location. The boy gave a nod, so I gave him back his wooden sword and rose to my feet, patting him on the shoulder as he ran off through the stone streets of Troy. [I]I will be ready for Greeks. I know I will. I will hold my spear in my hand and charge like a lion at those Greeks in rage for they have no right to invade our realm. Prince Paris stole Helen, I know that, but who are the Greeks to say that her love is only for a man of their country? How can they start a war when Helen agreed to come back to Troy because of love? They have no right. They will never take Troy, and I will be the one to defend it.[/I] As I thought about this there was a sudden jolt and fear running through the cities. I felt it. I looked up towards the towers above the city wall and heard the loud booms and bangs of the bells as the soldiers above battered them. The rest of the city heard, too. Screams erupted from the streets and men ran towards the armouries while the women picked up their children and ran back to their homes. I stood still on the streets as the soldiers ran past me, running with all their might to arm the men and to prepare for the Greeks. I too felt the same fear as my fellow Trojans, but I too felt their excitement. After moments of silence I took one last glance at the sun and turned my back, and I ran towards the armoury, like a lion on swift and deadly heels, to collect my sword, my spear, my helmet and my shield, which I would use to defend Troy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Lol, everytime I kill this thread it comes back to life a little, woohoo! I created an immortal RPG!!![/B] [I]Sarek Luther... son of Morbius and Ishara Luther and grandson of Monbrulis Luther... what did Morbius and Monbrulis mean? Well... any warrior with Mo at the start of their name and S at the end were known as Warlords, great fighters and great hunters. And Luther meant Ultimate in the old text of their Legends... so the family of the Luther's were known as Ultimate Warlords... but Sarek... no, he was something different. His name meant Ultimate Immortal. He looked around slowly, not believing his eyes at first. The darkness of the sky, and the white snow. White, not read from the cold nor red from its heat, it was white. And it was snow, icy, cold snow. Just like home. The cold icy feeling of his home and the cold winds blowing through his silver hair. Sarek looked down at his hands slowly, only to see something lay beneath him. He blinked slowly and knelt down beside the creature, shocked to see it pounce up and sit up, looking at Sarek. Then he remembered what it was... what he was. Gaur, the tiger creature he met on the cliffs. Exactly as he was years ago, with golden fur hanging over his body and two large white teeth dropping over its lip. The red eyes of Gaur stared up at Sarek, not playful, but ready to kill. "Gaur..." Sarek whispered slowly reaching out and touching Gaur's nose. He felt the same cold feeling he had felt years ago... it was Gaur, but how? As Sarek was thinking of how this could be possible, Gaur got to its feet and ran through the snow gently but on swift and deadly heels. Sarek followed his companion, jogging just enough to keep up. Then he released what was going to happen. Ahead of him was an icy cliff dropping down into freezing cold ice water, yes... Sarek knew what happen next, he would leap off the cliff and into the water with Gaur following, swim to the shore and then... he... couldn't remember. Sarek pushed himself forward, lowering his head. He felt the snow fall from his feet as he leapt off the cliff edge and lifted his head, pushing his chest out and forward. He felt the beautiful cold winds of his home smash on his face and push back his silver hair and the fur of his companion leaping beside him. When he felt his body dropping, Sarek flipped over into a dive, heading straight for the thick icy water. He used his arms to cover his head, and then he felt the icy lake crack and the thickness of the ice cracking as he fell through it into the water. There was the sound of a heavier being falling beside him in the water... Gaur. Sarek looked around under the pitchblack water, seeing nothing. But he could feel the norm of his world, the cold. With Gaur swimming around him, Sarek shook of the feeling of impossibleness and swam forward pushing through the water and the random pieces of ice in it. His hand reached out onto the shores of the edge of the lake, and he pulled himself up as easily as paper. Gaur followed with a graceful leap onto the surface, once again looking up at Sarek Luther for guidence. Sarek let himself smile beneath his mask as he stared at is companion. Once again Sarek darted off in the hills of snow and ice, but this time it was different. A powerful force leapt out at him, making him crash backwards into the snow. He heard Gaur growling madly in the daze of the snow on his face, but Sarek wasn't sure what attacked him. The heaviness of the creature got off Sarek and then the scratching and growling of Gaur could be heard. Yes... this was the day... but it didn't happen like this. Sarek leapt up with his fist clenched and his teeth clenched. Ahead of him Gaur was fighting his own kind furiously, ripping and biting. In an instant, Sarek leapt forward and grabbed the other golden creature tightly with his arms, puching and kicking it. The creature roared and ripped at Sarek, but got nowhere. Then, Gaur leapt forward and bit the creature on its throat, ripping out the loose flesh and piercing the creatures eye with his giant fangs. Gaur ripped the flesh right from the creature's face and neck, making it faint. Sarek didn't speak, knowing Gaur couldn't understand. Instead, he put his hand on his friends head, and smiled once again under his mask. So what if this wasn't the way it happened, it happened differently this time. It didn't matter... Gaur lived... "Gaur..." Sarek said again. Gaur cocked his head to the side, but in an instant he stopped his curious look. There was a load banging noise, that of the guns Sarek heard in his travels through time. The expression on Gaur's face faded slowly as if he was falling into a slumber, making Sarek twitch and twing in... fear. He looked up slowly as Gaur fell into his arms, only to see through the mist the man he hated forever... the man he swore to kill. Marrek, smirking back, with the gun aimed at Gaur. A laugh followed, but not from Sarek like normal when he was sad, it was sinister and evil... Marrek's. Sarek didn't jump up and lash out at Marrek, instead he put his head on Gaur's fur, and held back tears.[/I] "Sarek, Sarek! Are you okay? Hey, Sarek!" A voice shouted behind Sarek's door, followed by bangs and knocks. Sarek slowly looked up from his arms, and towards the door. "...yes..." He said, finally knowing he must have fallen asleep. "It's Dave... will you come down to the portal in half an hour? Li... deserves a funeral... in her own time..." The voice of Dave said with a twinge of pain. Sarek paused for awhile, and shook his head slowly. "...I shall." He finally said. Sarek found himself sat beside the wall, he had fallen asleep with his head in his arms and his spear that he would give to Li in his hand... but the dream, it was like what happened when Gaur died, but in his dream Marrek shot him. Just like he did too Li... when someone survived, Marrek killed them. There was a sudden shot of uncontrollable rage bursting through his body. He clenched his fists hard, so hard he had never felt it before. His nails began to cut through his skin and palms he was clenching them so hard. A pale liquid, his blood, dripped from his palms and down his mask while his hand was over his head, and in moments and jumped up and smashed his fist into the wall. The wall shattered and smashed, causing a big hall to rip through the wall of both the rooms. He wasn't sure if the room beside him was occupied by one of his crewmembers or not, but he didn't care. Without looking to see if he disturbed anyone, Sarek sank back down to the floor with his head in his bleeding hands.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Yeah... well I was watching Troy and I was thinking about some Legends and stories. I came up with this idea of a Robin Hood tale set in the future, the idea is that after a war Great Britain brought back the Kings and let one man rule: Sebastian. Now this King kept all the money to the rich and gave the poor people nothing, but England became the most powerful country in the world and poor people from all over moved to England. Seeing the poor population as a problem, the King makes a new law for the poor: All men must work, children may only be outside between 4pm and 6pm and no poor man or women may leave the country. Anyone not following the laws would be imprisoned, enslaved or tortured. Just outside the large cities in England there's a street of houses and warehouses that no one uses. A boy, going on 19 (once you are 19 you are a man and have to work in hard conditioin) is mourning the lose of his parents. When he finds an old book from over a thousand years ago. The book is Robin Hood. Now the boy's first name is Robin and he sees the old tale is almost exactly like his own world, and then he decides to take the second name Hood. Throughout the RPG, Robin Hood and his merry men or boys are trying to help the poor and get rid of the King. It follows the basic storyline of Robin Hood, only in the future. The characters can be on Robin's side, they can be on Sebastain's or on neither. The characters can also be like the one's from the old legend or competely different, it depends. I plan to make more of these RPG's soon, like one about Troy, Treasure Island, King Arthur and others. So what do you think? Anything I should consider in the storyline (note the above isn't the full story)? Suggestions, perhaps?[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Okay, here's the Underground thread! We'll discuss everything here, n'okay? First things first, I'll need ideas of were all our characters can meet. Right now I was thinking somewhere like in America or the UK, a place where we can easily get to other countries by plane or sea (however keep in mind that most of the time our characters have to sneak their animals onto planes and will have a tough time getting tickets on boats). At first I was thinking Miami or Ireland, but out characters will have to get there in their own way. Also note that we might spend a lot of time in one place, more than a few chapters even. I haven't got the first chapter ready yet since I haven't decided on the place where we all meet. And you will be with your companion from the start. Anything you'd like to add, questions, suggestions?[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Hehe, I never thought it'd be like Wizard of Oz, but then again I haven't seen that since I was 5... *shrugs* Anyway, so far everyone is in. No problems with the sign-up's, though there might be a slight problem with yours Xander. Originally everyone had to have their companion as another person who signed up as an animal, but to simply solve this you could keep your animal if we don't get an equal amount to sign-up, or your scorpian could die somewhere along the RPG and your new companion could some along. Oh, and you forgot to add a description and a personality, hehe. Also, sometime today I'll be making the Underground thread, so keep on the look out for that ^_~[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]December 3rd[/B] Calm, smoothy Christmas music played over and over in the mall, giving Christmas that extra wintery feeling with all the "sparkling" sound effects. Jon yawned, stretching his arms out and putting them behind his head. Oh how he loved Friday's... He got off work early, his friends were all off somewhere and it was business night at the club, meaning he'd get a few tips off people for getting up on stage and singing. "Hmm... not bad." Jon mumbled to himself taking a sip of his coffee. He was staring down and reading parts of the newspaper, not taking much interest in it really. Hardly anyone was in the cafe with him, everyone was out shopping for Christmas gifts. "Hey there, what're you doing off work Jon?" A voice said from the door. Jon looked up from his newspaper only to meet Mike, again, who slid into the chair opposite Jon with a huge grin on his face. "I get off at lunchtime on Friday," Jon replied looking back down. "You need to find yourself something to do, I mean why aren't you buying anything for the family?" "Well my father's off somewhere in another country, my mum's dead and I don't know the rest of my family enough to want to buy them anything." Jon replied with a frown. "Crap Christmas, huh?" Mike teased. He suddenly jumped up, and smiled at Jon. "I have to go again, anyway. Try to do something, but I'll see you after I've bought the family something." Mike howled a laugh as he walked out of the door, but Jon just rolled his eyes and sighed. "Offically... the worse Christmas ever..." He grumbled to himself heavily.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]I don't like Christmas music, it gets on my nerves too much. Sure Christmas is fine, but the music isn't what I like about it. It's on all over the place (even on the Sky menu on the TV, the TV!), and I'm glad my dog chewed up all the Christmas CD's last year. Actually, I don't really have much of a Christmas Spirit anymore... I haven't even gone out to buy presents for anyone yet. Anyway, back on track. I don't like Christmas songs, and by this time next year I might not even like Christmas since hey keep getting crappier every year, oh well. But seriously, I'm glad no one comes round singing around here (They'd get egged a few times anyway, by me most likely because I can't resist), and I'm glad I'm got a cold this Christmas so no one will bribe or force me into singing... again.[/SIZE][/B]

[CENTER][IMG]http://img111.exs.cx/img111/7941/19-therunaways2.gif[/IMG] [U][B][SIZE=1]The Runaways[/U] [PG-LV][/B] [I]May it be an evening star Shines down upon you May it be when darkness falls Your heart will be true You walk a lonely road Oh! How far you are from home[/I][/CENTER] ?Don?t we all get that feeling? Of running away from home, I mean. Perhaps not all of us, but some of us do. And don?t we all get that feeling that we?re special? Well, most of us are extraordinary, we just don?t know I yet. And it isn?t just a few of us; it?s actually all of us. It?s like a dormant volcano that decides to erupt when you least expect it, though one thing is for sure this isn?t a super power, just an ability that makes people different. Though this special ability is mainly in one thing: communication. Sounds pathetic, I know. But it isn?t. Communication with animals, the creatures who don?t speak our language. Those animals who are intelligent can speak, and those with the power can break the language barrier and talk to them as if a translator were working twenty-four-seven three-sixty-five. But wait a minute? I started this paragraph talking about running away, didn?t I? And what does this ?special power? have to do with running away? Simple. If you listen to what they, the animals have to say and actually try to understand some of their reasons, then like the song above your heart will be true.? [CENTER][I]Morni utli Believe and you will find your way Morni alanti A promise lives within you now[/CENTER][/I] ?If you?re reading this then you?ve talked to the animals. You?ve heard what some of them have said and you know one thing: They?re looking for a place called the ?Sanctuary?, an island known only to the animals, separated from the rest of the world and a true heaven for both human and animals, but only those who believe and are true hearted can live in harmony there. A place where the laws and rules of humans are no needed, a place where both kinds can call home. The thing that makes you so different is your power, and you don?t belong. Maybe you had a conversation with an animal a few days go, or years ago, and even now you?ve ignored them, their plead. Why haven?t you done anything? Sure, that power being dormant at a certain time is just? coincidence, but even so you shouldn?t ignore it. How come you?re still here, in the city or wherever you are? You should pack your bags, leave a note, go find your true friend, listen to their words and go to Sanctuary, it?s the only place you can feel happy. You may feel happy now, but in time that feeling will sink away because you know you?re not the same, you know you can hear them and you can only understand them. When a dog is happily running down the street you can hear it, when a dog is sad out in the rain you can hear it, and when a dog is withdrawing from a beating you can hear its voice and that almost makes you feel its pain. [I][CENTER]May it be the shadow's call Will fly away May it be your journey on To light the day When the night is overcome You may rise to find the sun[/I][/CENTER] ?Now go, go and leave the country and follow your companion to Sanctuary. Take it there, and along the way you will, and I mean this, you will find others like you. It will be a long journey, you?ll need money, you?ll need transport sometimes, and you?ll need to survive. Don?t doubt your friend, your animal companion. They are right in whatever they say because only they know where Sanctuary is. If you give up then you?re no better than those who ignored their power and didn?t have a heart of truth. The power of this communication only becomes dormant when your heart is true, and with that true heart you can find happiness, then in the future others with that heart will follow, both animal and human a like. You?ve taken the first step, by reading the message of a dead man who had the heart and power but didn?t do anything until it was too late. I wrote this in my dieing moments? what made me change my mind? The first animal I spoke to helped saved me for a few more days, at the cost of his own life. It actually cared for someone who didn?t help him? now that is a true heart, and the only thing you can do is show the same heart towards them. It?ll be a long road, it?ll be rough and bumpy, but you?ll get there, in the end.? [I][CENTER]Morni utli Believe and you will find your way Morni alanti A promise lives within you now A promise lives within you now.[/I] -----**----- Welcome to the Runaways. In this RPG, you either play one of the people who have runaways or you can play one of their companions. You could have heard an animal speak or gained the power days, months, even years ago and find the message which makes you want to go on this journey. But you have to side with someone as a companion, only one animal per person though. In the RPG there may be a little swearing and some very mild violence, but nothing too extensive. This will work in a Chapter System; however there may not be certain events in one Chapter. I will put a mini description, though it might be very short. Anything can happen in the Chapter, but some might be specific, it depends. We?ll be travelling to different cities and countries, though don?t worry about not knowing much about what the place looks like, we?ll be running off basic knowledge, though you should look at a world map if you?re really lost. Oh, and one last extremely important thing: Have fun! This is a lighthearted RPG across the world![/CENTER] [B]Name: Age:[/B] [12-30, animals are in human years] [B]Country of Origin: Companion:[/B] [You can wait until someone sign?s up as an animal then you can PM them and ask too be a companion, this also goes for animals as well] [B]Race:[/B] [Animals only] [B]Talents:[/B] [Both animal and human] [B]Personality: Description:[/B] [Picture or written] [B]Biography:[/B] [No less than two paragraphs, but make it brief] [B]Items: Mine: Name:[/B] Jason Perry [B]Age:[/B] 19 [B]Country of Origin:[/B] Wales [B]Companion:[/B] None yet [B]Race:[/B] N/A [B]Talents:[/B] Jason has and always will be a good singer. In most of his teenage years he would entertain his friends with songs and dances, though his singing isn?t his only musical talent. Jason can play the harmonica, the saxophone the piano, guitar and the flute. He learnt how to play the harmonica with his father, then went onto a piano in school, then a saxophone at home and flute and the guitar he learnt when he went to college. Though Jason has taken a huge interest in music, he?s also a somewhat wild boy who was once a taxi driver and was fired because people complained about him driving like an idiot. Since he spent some time as a taxi driver Jason is a good driver (though not necessarily a safe one) and has his licence. [B]Personality:[/B] Most of the time, he?s calm and tries not to think about what?s going to happen and rather thinks what is happening. He has no interest in girls since he never had a girl friend; no interest in losers but has an interest in music, a big one. Most of the time he?ll play his flute or harmonica in different situations, and has a knack for rubbing things in. Though most of the time he is a nice person and gets along with people well, if they get along with him. Jason likes a good argument most of the time and isn't afraid to defend himself both verbally and physically, he's even been known to encourage fights or start them himself. Jason isn't afraid to take control of a situation or give his opinon. In all honesty, he doesn't care what people thinks but he does care for the wellfare of others. He will put himself before others and even kill himself for another, just because that's Jason. He's also known for not giving up, trying his best even if it's not enough and always trying the impossible just to prove it might be possible, so most of the time... he's a little off his head. [B]Description:[/B] [IMG]http://www.publispain.com/smallville/imagenes/index.jpg[/IMG] [B]Biography:[/B] Jason Perry was born in Anglesey, where he later moved to Manchester in England. His family all lived in England, so Jason only spent two years of his life in Anglesey. When in England he grew up in a large house, pretty far from all the trouble in Manchester and living next to a musician. He found an interest in music at this time and was also willing to learn a few things from his next-door neighbour. At first he learnt how to play the saxophone, but not how to play it properly. He wasn?t too good at his age, but he did manage to learn how to play a harmonica with his father. When Jason went to school he was allowed to carry on learning how to play instruments and later went on to learn the piano. For most of his time in school Jason had big plans for a music career since he already knew the harmonica, piano and saxophone. Jason was 12 when he first talked to an animal. He was out playing football on the street when he came across a street dog tied to a gate, almost choking. Jason, being a nice boy helped the dog and untied it, and then the dog spoke to him. At first Jason thought it was his imagination, but as time went by he began to hear what some animals thought, and because of this he decided he was going avoid animals at all cost. When Jason went to a music school after his high school years he learnt how to play the guitar and flute as it was also in his interest. By this time he knew the saxophone, harmonica, piano, guitar and flute. The music school also helped to develop his singing talent, so Jason?s future was looking bright. It was, anyway. Soon he began to hear the animals again, and then he found the letter. He read it, thought about it, and ignored it, again. He dropped out of college and ruined his life by becoming a taxi driving; he wasn?t focusing anymore and couldn?t handle it with all the animals. Since he left music school and got a job as a taxi driver, he began to understand more. At the age of 19, Jason decided to leave his family and follow what the letter said. He took his brother?s wallet and money, his brother being the only person to relay on, and set off on his adventure, away from everything he had ever known. [B]Items:[/B] Harmonica, flute, his wallet full of money and credits cards, a world map and his trusty lighter.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]November 30th[/B] "...Selfish bastard..." Jon mumbled angrily to himself hanging up his cellphone. "I haven't called in weeks he says, I've been ignoring his calls he says. I called last tuesday, and I was at work when he rang." He shivered slightly in the cold, shoving his phone into his pocket and looking up and down the street chattering his teeth. Jon was stood outside the toy shop, on his break really. His friend was supposed to meet him before he started work, but his friend never came. Why he was stood out her waiting for a three hour late friend was beyond Jonathan. A kid pulling at her mothers black fluffy coat walked past Jon, partically screaming into the shop. Thank God he was on his break... he hated kids. "Hey Jon, can you come back in for a moment? We need someone giving assistance, bit sort today." Roxanne, one of his friends at work popped her head out of the door and motioned for Jon come in. He hesitated for a moment, noticing the women with the screaming kid looking around hopelessly. "...Umm, yeah, sure thing. No problem." He mumbled giving a low sigh. He jogged quickly into the store, being thankful that it was at least warm. It wasn't doing Jon any good standing outside with a t-shirt on. "Excuse me?" A voice suddenly said as Jon walked by. He stopped suddenly, clenching his teeth so the costumer couldn't see. "Could show me where the games are? It's hard to find most things in this shop," Jon spun around quickly, noticing the same blonded-haired middle-aged women from before with the kid. He stopped for a moment, feeling she insulted the shop by her tone of voice. "Yeah, right this way." He mumbled quietly leading off down the isles and biting his lip. Kids... he just didn't like them. Why did he pick a job at a TOY shop, again? "Oh, there they are. Thank y-" The women began, but was cut off when the young girl ripped away from her and ran to the games, knocking over a few boxes on the opposite shelf and almost knocking Jon over. "Sarah! I'm terribly sorry." "It's okay." Jon said looking at her for a moment but taking his eyes away to pick up the boxes. He looked up at the women, who occupied by her child and mumbled under his breath. "...I hate kids... and irresponsible parents." "Pardon?" The women suddenly looked down at Jon in disgust, leaving Jon without words. "Well, looks like we'll have to find another shop! Sarah, we're going!" Spat the women, twisted her heel and walking, almost running out of the shop. Jon closed his eyes, and muttered curses and swear words under his breath. --- Jon sat huddled up in his coat on the bench beside his friend, who was over three hours before. They didn't talk much... because Jon didn't have many other friends. "Bad day, huh?" Asked Mike pulling down his hat over his ears and red hair. Jon gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Sorry I was late." "Oh, it was only about five hours, no big deal." Jon snapped sarcastically. "Doesn't matter anyway. I got a screaming kid and a women out of the shop." "What did they do?" Mike asked, nudging Jon slightly. "They did nothing. The women heard me mumbling under my breath about bad kids and bad parents, so she waltzed out of the damn shop. Lucky my boss wasn't there or I'd be sacked right about now," Jon sighed heavilly looking up at the night sky and the clouds. "Hey, you think it might snow?" "Could do, but I don't know." Mike replied. He suddenly took off one of his grey gloves, and reached into one of his bags, then stopped. "I know what'll cheer you up, I got you an Advent Calendar, I know you do these every year." Mike smirked, pulling out a small Advent Calendar and handing it to Jon, then got up. "Thanks-- Hey, where you going?" Jon asked looking up at his friend. "Hit the hay. It's late, don't stay up, and thank me properly tomorrow." Mike replied with a yawn. Jon opened his mouth to say something, but Mike had picked up his bags and began to walk off. "...Rude git." "Shut it, Jon. No wonder everyone you mumble about walks out of the shop, you mumble to loud!" Mike suddenly snapped back. Once again, Jon closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Yeah, he knew what this christmas was going to be like: crap as the last twenty-five...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Damn... not another game, so soon? I mean, Fire Red and Leaf Green haven't really been out for as long, they could give the fans a little suspense. And what I want to know is if they'll change the game style or something, instead of adding more pokemon and changing the name... Maybe a game that isn't the same as the last ones, I think I've had enough of collecting the badges already... And the names... they need to stop using stuff like this and change it to something else. What's next? Brick Hard and Sponge Soft? Enough of my badtalk and ranting... but I guess this could be another good game. Like I said if this is just going to be the same as the past... 8 versions of the GB games then nah thanks. They should use the Pokemon Collosuem(sp?) storyline or something along those lines anyway, maybe a game were you don't have to start off as a complete n00b trainer, I hate training Pokemon when they get to level 20 or so, that's the hard point were trainers are hard to beat and points are hard to get, unfair sometimes. ...Seriously, I hope this version isn't the same thing. Though maybe this will be promising even if you still have to go through collecting the badges... meh.[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][B]Aye, Zoso, the sign-up's are closed for this RPG and you'd have to write your own post and not use Duo's. You can't post here unless you're part of the RPG. Anyway I have an update. Due me thinking this RPG was dead (again, and I was proven wrong by my trusty friends, again, lol) I've decided that there should be a break from the action packed Chapters. The double-chapter which should be now will be Chapter 5-6 instead of Chapter 4-5. However there will be later double-chapters (14-15 and 24-25, 25 being the last chapter... I think I planned this RPG too long, lol). Anyway this Chapter is a very good chance to go deeper into our characters and stuff since most of it will take place on the ship... with a new crewmate (or so... we think). [CENTER][U][B]Chapter Four:[/B] Genesis[/U] [I]For the first time Protosis makes a jump not into Earth?s history but into the history of another race. When the crew arrive on a deserted planet they are unable to find Protosis but they do manage to find an android that is damaged. Thinking Dave can repair it, they take the android back to the ship with them. When Dave fixes the android they names it Genesis believing this android was one of many dropped off on uninhabited planets to create cities for its alien creators to live on. Genesis seems like a pretty nice android, but that may not be so. Protosis, Marrek and Severus(wolfmachine) arrive on the ship and take over the second and third decks, but they don?t seem interested in the crew. Is there more to Genesis than the crew think?[/I][/CENTER] Sarek sat silent for a few moments more, staring down at his boots and remembering the few conversations with Li. Yes, they were some conversation between then and Sarek never actually had a problem with Li, though he knew he didn't get along with people like Canathael... until now. Suddenly, Sarek broke the silence with a shallow, cold hearted laugh. Canathael looked up at him, then Sarek spoke. "I'm sorry, it's just funny. Not Li's death, no... that's nothing to laugh about. What's funny is what I'm going to do to Marrek the next I see him. They'll be hell to pay." Though Sarek was laughing, he wasn't laughing in amusment, he was just laughing. Perhaps in regret or pain, but he didn't know. Though he did know one thing that he would kill Marrek when he saw him, he'd drown him, stab him, kick him, punch him and shoot him until he was dead, it was a promise. Sarek gave another sigh. "I'm sorry, again. I'll be going now, back to my own quarters... you should go somewhere or find someone to talk to," Sarek muttered stepping up. Canathael looked up at him again, then gave a nod, following him out onto the corridors. "Protosis wasn't really that bad, was he?" Canathael said as they slowly walked. "No, actually. I think he might actually be doing the wrong thing for the right reasons. Just to slim the numbers down, let's say there are a billion people on earth in every timeline... and in his solar system there are 4 billion in every timeline, I know there's much more, but still... His 4 billion outweighs our 1 million. And even if you count the rest of the Universe in, there's still going to be some on his side." Sarek said. He put his hands in his pockets feeling thankful he was in his normal clothes now. Well they were full of blood and he still needed to get his wound fixed. "Perhaps Marrek is the evil one of the two." Canathael said giving a low sigh. Sarek moved his eyes to meet Canathael, and growled slightly. "... To put it mildly, Marrek is the most evil bastard I've known. He actually stole part of my name... I should've killed him for that." Sarek grumbled. As he thought of Marrek and how much he hated him now he remembered the first time he meet the guy he had the chance to kill Marrek, but he let him live. "This is all my fault... I should've killed Marrek when I had the chance." Sarek mumbled coming to a halt. Canathael stopped, turning around to Sarek. "No one could have predicted what would have happen, Sir Sarek." He said reassuringly, but Sarek wasn't convinced. "When a man is going to kill billions of people and annihilate their very existence, what would you do to his right hand man?" Sarek said, looking up at the dark ceiling painfully. When Canathael gave no response, Sarek looked at him darkly, his eye twitching so he didn't cry again. "...Kill him." For the rest of the trip down the corridor and in the lift, both warriors stayed silent, Sarek giving a few mutters now and then, but not talking. Perhaps what he needed now was a friend and when Canathael was indeed being a friend by talking... Sarek had countered his reassuring words. Trying to break the silence once more, Sarek spoke. "Back in my time I learnt from my father that the dead would be buried in the place they were born and each of their friends would bury them with an item to represent the dead's personality," Sarek said. "If we do bury Li, then she'll be buried with some of my spears. I only have two, one I haven't used. It's frozen somewhere in my quarters..." Sarek muttered pulling his spear out of his and looking at it. It had blood on the tip now and was muddy from the adventures, but it was still his spear. "If you had the same ritual, what would you bury with her?" "I'm... not sure." Canathael replied. "I have nothing that would represent her personality." "I'm sure if you did the item would be just perfect." Sarek said giving a light laugh. Suddenly, the doors to the lift swung open coming onto the corridor where the quarters were. The two walked silently down to Sarek's quarters, were even with the door closed icy drips of water and ice could be seen dripping from the top and from the bottom of the door. "I'd invite you in," Sarek began, pushing his door open to reveal a cold, icy room with most of the parts in it frozen. "But I believe it would be a bit too cold, I apologize for that." He said giving a last laugh. Canathael gave him a warm smile, then a nod.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]....People have stopped believing in Santa?! *Feels like an Outcast* Name:[/B] Jonathan (Jon) Russel [B]Age:[/B] 25 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Occupation:[/B] His formal occupation is a toy shop assistant while when he's off work he goes down to his father's club to sing or entertain. [B]Appearance:[/B] [IMG]http://img118.exs.cx/img118/1286/upcollar.jpg[/IMG] [B]Personality:[/B] Jon hates (a known fact) children. Even though he works in a toy shop full of kids he absolutely hates them, though he tries not to show it. He doesn't believe in Santa but he does believe in wishes coming true and most of all he's had an advent calender from when he was a kid. But he never got his wish in any of them, and Jon plans to make this year his last year of getting an advent calender. But aside from hating children, Jon is somewhat charming and sweet. He puts himself before others most of the time but he keeps his normal ways even when he's trying to impress. He's a pig when he eats and swears a lot around people (almost got fired once for swearing), and like said before he loves to entertain. Though Jon has been known to keep a promise he's also been known for keeping wild promises, promises so wild that he sometimes can't keep them but often finds a way too. Jon would rather die than break a promise. Around people, Jon acts like his normal charming, sweet and generus... pig self. [B]Single/Taken:[/B] Single [B]Bio:[/B] Jon grew up with one sister in a small house. He lived with his mother since he never knew his father and for most of his childhood Jon had an interest in music and planned to become a singer when he got older. When Jon was 15 his mother remarried a rich man who seemed like a good dad and very pretty nice, by Jon's standards anyway. His rich father owned clubs and bars, along with some corner shops as well. When Jon was 16 and leaving high school soon he planned to go to a music school and keep going on from there, however the death of his mother in a car accident stopped him from going. Later, Jon decided he wouldn't go to a music school and instead he'd follow a normal life which he hadn't planned. His father later moved away but still owned a few clubs and bars, also lending some money off his father. His sister later moved away to become an actor while Jon worked in a toy store, going to his father's club to entertain when he wasn't working. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]I talk to myself too often, mostly in school. My friends keep on saying "What?" all the time when I'm talking to myself and it makes me real annoyed, lol. I wouldn't call it talking to myself more like mumbling to myself. One of my biggest habits would have to be shouting and swearing at the TV or other electronic stuff. I told the printer to fu** off when it wouldn't print my poster for school. I get pi**ed off at my computer and start saying things like "Look, you stupid machine can't you just..." and so on, but worst is the TV. When "Who wants to be a Millionaire" is on, I shout at the people on the show and call them names, I insult them and make a joke out of what Chris says. When my favourite character gets their head kicked in on cartoons I normally shout out swear words and tell the TV to fu** off. ...Swearing is another thing. My mum says I can swear all I want when I'm 13, but she said that last year as well...[/SIZE][/B]

[QUOTE=Lrb][size=1][color=#333333] [b]Neuvoxetere[/b] Yes, I was watching the show the past month and have discovered more characters I could add, which include Speedy, Aqualad, Wildebeast and more.[/size][/color][/QUOTE] [B][SIZE=1]Does this mean you'll include teams like the Teen Titans East? There's also Brother Blood and HIVE, so what about them? I think the idea could be good BUT there might be problems for who people want for parents. Like having Slade as a father (If I'm correct in thinking Slade is exactly the same in the comics then you'd have a massive problem) and Starfire as the mother (for example) then that wouldn't work (age differences). You know, you COULD include characters from the original comics if lots of people sign up (I wouldn't mind Kid Flash and Wonder Girl's powers myself), one that haven't appeared yet. I think that would be cool though you'd have to be careful things don't get messed.[/SIZE][/B]

[quote name='PhoenixFlame']I'm pretty sure its a japanese cartoon, for one it has japanimation facial expressions and two I think the introduction song starts out in Japanese. But yes it's a great cartoon.It's Robin's version of the Justice League.[/quote] [SIZE=1][B]Nope, Teen Titans is American. The theme song was sung by Japanese people which I think was mentioned earlier in this thread. Also, Slade may NOT be Batman since in the comics Slade was [spoiler]Slade Wilson[/spoiler] and I'm pretty sure the animation series will have the same thing. Having Batman as Slade is just messed up, big time. Also, Slade wanted [spoiler]Terra[/spoiler] as his apprentice, an if Slade was indeed Batman then what interest would he have in Terra? Also, the original comics did have more characters in it (I'm guessing the animated series is based on The New Teen Titans, since Raven was in it and most of the characters we no, not to mention Terra). Anyway, I'm a big fan of the original comics and the new animated series, though sometimes it's best to look bad at the old comics because most the time it will explain things (I doubt the TT Animated creators would base it just on the comic names and stuff and not the storylines, lol)[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][CENTER][U][B]Lords of the Legend.[/B] [M-LV][/U] [I]When a story is told it will slowly become a tale, then a fairy tale, then a legend and finally a myth. The longer the story goes on the more unreal it becomes, isn?t it always like that? Only historical facts and proof can confirm that myth is fact and that fact is history. Sometimes myths are based on real life happenings; therefore they have no solid proof to support that myth. But myth, legend, fairy tale and tale are not the case here in this story. This story which was true and has all the proof in the Universe to support it, but it?s so like a Legend that it couldn?t be true, logically true, anyway. But it is, and this is their Legend:[/I][/CENTER] In the future humanity advanced so far in technology that they were past the age of space travel. They had androids with emotions and robots that didn?t question their will, they had everything. Though because the time of space travel had passed humans knew that the time of technology had come, so many thought this that rebels began to form and try to overthrow the government. People felt strongly thinking technology would be their own destruction, and it was time to give up. This long argument when on until finally, all technology was either destroyed or hidden away, letting the rebels win and all scientist give up on their lives. Over a hundred years later all technology had been forgotten and Humanity vowed to last forever, whether it be in Legend or in reality. Though they made one mistake, one big one. They should have kept some technology for backup instead of going back to an Ancient world, but they didn?t. For the past thousand years and more there were ice ages bound to kill off most Humans, but their technology had prevented it. But since they got rid of technology later on Humanity had nothing to protect them against the up coming ice ages and their existed would most likely be forgotten? The climate changes warn the Humans first, though, so they prepared for it. They took the newborn children and used the very little remains of technology and metal to build huge holding centres to keep the children alive for hundreds of years until the ice age was over. As they slowly aged they would learn new things about Humans, enough to continue the race. They also built more Androids, Robots and hand held weapons for the future Humans to defend themselves if anything went wrong. Not only that, but they created a shrine in the far reaches of the desert which held all the history of Humans, the last technology and the books of wise men which could help rebuild an entire civilisation on the grounds of wisdom. After all this was done, the ice came and they died, leaving only the Humans in a deep sleep to continue the civilisation. [CENTER][I]How did we build up the history of the Egyptians, or the Romans? We simply looked for the clues and put them together, read the scrolls and translated the hieroglyphics. If we find no history, is it not there? If there is a civilisation that we haven?t found yet, did it really exist? Of course it did, you just have to find the left behind clues to the past and rebuild the history once again.[/I][/CENTER] Sometime during the ice age the caverns that kept the future Humans alive in began to malfunction, bringing out adult Humans with the mind of barbarians. Hundreds of years before they should have raised a few Humans escaped causing havoc among each other, acting like mindless barbarians and hunting animals like savage Stone Age men. They survived the ice age and went on evolving the way Humans did billions and billions of years ago, but they still had no idea who they were or how they got there. When they formed their own language in different parts of the world they formed different tribes, religions and some even chose rulers. Though none of their religions danced around the basic fact that Humans from the past had frozen them in time, it was mostly make believe. Over a hundred years after the ice age the chambers had malfunctioned again, waking the other Humans, Androids and Robots up well before they had any knowledge of Humanity before them. Though they were smart they couldn?t figure out how they got there or who they were, so they simply followed the barbarian Humans and became the next members of the barbarous people. As time went by the Stone Age people slowly passed on into myth believers and some even noble people. They stopped being dumb and mindless and instead embraced the way of a warrior. The Legend, the Myth of Humanities true origins had been forgotten. While the only ones capable of finding out about Humanity had been pulled into the wild lifestyle of the barbarians and other Humans they still had the strong ability to learn faster and had more ?common sense?. Some of the Androids began to open new programs in their minds and new files finding out about the other Humans, just barely. Soon a new religion was formed, based around entities, which the Androids and some Humans called ?The Lords of the Legend?. [I][CENTER]?Before our time the Lords of the Legend told many stories about themselves to other cultures and blessed the world with their powerful machinery they called technology. They built machines, which they called ?Robots?, and machines that resembled themselves. When the Lords of the Legend had to move on to another place they left a few of themselves to start over the world again, going from the way of the warrior to the way of the Lords. They buried their descendants with the Robots and weapons so that we would rise once again and make the world into a place were the strong would survive and they gave us the ability to pass on the story of the Lords when we knew the time was right.?[/CENTER] - Passage by the Androids and Robots who first started the Lords of the Legend religion.[/I] Most people listened to this religion and followed it. Every single one of them believed the Lords to be powerful Humans who conquered and used their technology to destroy and thought nothing else of the, but they were wrong. The ones who awoke from the chamber with intelligence knew that the history of the Lords was wrong, and when they found others disagreeing like themselves they set of on a dangerous adventure across the world, searching through the jungles, the seas, the mountains and the skies to find the true history, the true meaning of the Lords of the Legend. [CENTER][I]? The history of a civilisation is there; we just have to rewrite its history.[/I] -----**-----[/CENTER] The story line explains most things. In this RPG you can be an Android, a Robot or a Human. Religions can be old ones like Christianity and whatnot or the new religions about the Lords. Though most of the God?s in this world would be war-like because mostly across the world that?s what people are. And don?t worry about the animals, some will have died off in the ice and we will meet new animals and new things as we travel across the world. Also, this RPG will work in a chapter system, but the chapter?s will vary in size and won?t focus on mainly one objective. It could just be when we enter a new part of the world or go sailing across the sea; it can really vary a lot. I?d also like to sum-up about the three races: [B]Humans:[/B] Smarter than the other Humans, not as warlike and strong in their own way, Humans can feel all emotions and have complete control and loyalty over the Androids and Robots who awoke later on. They have many religions, and unlike Androids and Robots they can be killed easier and don?t have a never-ending memory, however Humans can feel all the emotions, they are passionate and are the current rulers of Earth. [B]Androids:[/B] They look Human, talk Human and are almost Human. Unlike Robots they are not made of metals but a substances which can carry information through artificial veins and to the artificial brain. They have memory banks full of information and a dictionary built in though they know nothing about the ?Lords of the Legend?. Androids can feel a few emotions, but not as many as Humans and not as solid ones (i.e.: Hate) [B]Robots:[/B] Robots can look like anything. They cannot feel emotions and don?t look Human, however they are stronger than the other two races having armour and sometimes even guns for weapons. They are smart, have a limitless memory bank and serve Humans like Androids. Though they cannot feel any sort of emotions, Robots can cope with Humans in their own way and talk like a Human often. Though they cannot feel emotions and aren?t Human at all, Robots are the most powerful. Okay, now the sign-up: [B]Name:[/B] [Be creative, even for Androids, Robots and Humans] [B]Age:[/B] [You would have woken out of the chamber at about 17-30 years of age and would spend about 5 years awake, this doesn?t count for Robots and Androids] [B]Race:[/B] [I don?t want a lot of Androids and Robots] [B]Weapons:[/B] [Bladed weapons for Androids and Humans, guns and blades for Robots] [B]Personality/Extra (Robots) :[/B] [For Androids you can only feel a few emotions, for Robots you can put here about your weapons, defensive armour and anything that would count as extra] [B]Description:[/B] [Picture of a non-anime person, I will allow drawings but not too anime-ish or a good written description] [B]Bio:[/B] [A short 5 year bio about what your character did in 5 years of a warlike and prideful world] Well? here?s mine I guess: [B]Name:[/B] 9076-6675-4444-LOCU-7778-9987-5559-TUSK, ?Locutusk Genesis? (Preferred to be called ?Genesis?) [B]Age:[/B] N/A (Though Genesis was built and deactivated when all technology was destroyed, his original body was destroyed but his memories preserved, so basically he?s very old) [B]Race:[/B] Android [B]Weapons:[/B] [URL=http://www.arduin.com/Treasures/Yuredon.JPG]Axe ? Click Here[/URL] [URL=http://www.wizards-islands.com/winew/screens/neo_ironrod_01.jpg]Staff ? Click Here[/URL] Genesis carries only two weapons, both of them being large. Though he prefers his axe to anything else. His axe was forged at a volcano near his tribe (see bio) using the metal from the chambers. The Axe is very big going up to Genesis? neck; therefore he always has it in his hand and never keeps it on his back (unlike his staff). Though the Axe blade doesn?t seem to big it actually is and is all together very heavy, a Human would have trouble picking the Axe up. His staff was a component from the chamber stolen by Genesis himself that he just keeps because he finds it could do with some ?history? to it. [B]Personality:[/B] The only emotions Genesis can feel are: Anger (to a certain degree), happiness, desire, relief, curiosity (if this counts as an emotion) and a certain amount of passion. Those are the emotions Genesis was programmed with though sometimes you would think he had more. He is very, very good at mimicking Human behaviour though at a first try he?s not so good. Being the passionate Android he is, Genesis has found a certain curiosity for singing and entertainment (a few programs he found lurking in his memory banks). He loves to entertain people and make them happy because it makes him happy and always amazes his curiosity. His passion also stretches to the ?preservation of Humanity? and saving Humans at his own life even. Though that is actually part of all the programming of Androids. Most of the time Genesis has a child-like curiosity and has a plain personality. He finds it very hard to understand humour; therefore he avoids it at all cost. He likes to put other beings before him and no matter what Genesis must always tell the truth if he knows its true. He cannot lie and he cannot lie for Humans, he is bound by the truth. If Genesis did lie it would most likely be a malfunction and he would have to shut himself down, something that he would regret if he could. For most of his short life Genesis has always wanted to be Human, forever wanting to know more about Humanity than he already does and forever wanting to be just like them no matter what. [B]Description:[/B] [IMG]http://img118.exs.cx/img118/1286/upcollar.jpg[/IMG] [B]Biography:[/B] 9076-6675-4444-LOCU-7778-9987-5559-TUSK was an Android built by Dr. Locutusk. This was the most advanced Android Locutusk ad ever built, dubbing it the name ?Genesis? because it was starting a new way of Androids of the kind. Though Genesis was a mistake at first. He was programmed with all the emotions of Humans but he was malfunctioning, so Locutusk deleted the false emotion and kept the functioning ones. Though the later models of Locutusk had the same malfunction and his company was shut down, though the good doctor decided Genesis had a right to live and downloaded his memories, program and his very being into a heavily shielded computer. When the time came for Humanity to freeze Humans, Androids and Robots Genesis? programme was found and it was later transferred into a new Android body. He was never reactivated until the chambers malfunction, though he did contain most of his memories. When Genesis awoke in the war world he decided he would need a weapon and took one of the bars off a chamber, using it as a heavy metal stick. While Genesis had no idea what was going on or anything about Humans, he still had a fairly good idea of how things would work in the time. He spent the first year of his new life building a small boat and sailing across to the jungles (Which would be Brazil) were he became part of a tribe in the jungles. Genesis was the only Android there, so he tried his best to mimic Human behaviour. Through most of his five years Genesis was one of the second strongest men in the jungle. When one man came to the jungle with a large axe and attempted to start a war with them, the man was killed and the Axe was passed down to the tribe leader. Genesis found he had a curiosity towards the axe when he found the tribe leader couldn?t use it properly. Then, Genesis challenged the tribe leader to a battle with their weapons and the winner would take the axe and take command of the tribe. In the end, Genesis won because he was faster and quicker than the tribe leader, so he took the axe and command of the tribe. For the next year Genesis found he was becoming friends with the former leader and eventually opened some of his lost files. He had a few things about Humanity from the past, but didn?t believe the files. When word of the Lords reached the jungle it was Genesis? job to tell the people, however he couldn?t. He then found that he couldn?t lie and that the religion must have been a lie. Genesis then passed on the tribe back to its original leader and went out in search of the truth, trying to fulfil his curiosity towards the past and complete his own mission of being more Human.[/SIZE]