Kwai

America's sexual hunger/incidents are private, while Japan's are... public... not only do they have vending machines for panties, but for literally everything... including AV videos, magazines, etc. So watch it to all the women going to Japan. Sexual harassment is quite common.

Birth Name: Oiuchi Gen Subject Name: Doku Age: 19 Appearance: Slender, lithe body. The face is beautiful, or handsome, depending on whether you think its a boy or a girl. The skin is dreadfully pale, and always gives the impression of being near-death. Bio: Born as a fourth child to a wealthy Japanese family, Gen's course was set to marrying another of immense wealth, and expanding upon his father's empire. Wealth, however, is a double-edged blade, and Gen was kidnapped by a pack of rabbles looking for quick cash. His father was a stingy man, and weighing the potential cash raked in by Gen against the ransom, decided to leave him as he was. This, of course angered his kidnappers. He was tortured, and most likely sexually abused before he was sold to the highest bidder in the under ground market. Gen was sold to an amateur scientist of some sort, who toyed around with him, essentially as a guinea pig for his numerous experiments. Gen's body was totally wrecked, as was his mentality. His owner eventually thought him out of use, and Gen was again sold in the underground market. His new owner was another scientist, who had connections in the government. This scientist worked to restore Gen to his original state of mind and body for further experimentation, but upon his failure, gave him away to the government facility, hoping to buy their favor. The facility was specialized in D.N.A. engineering, and Gen was chosen as one of their specimen due to his unique physical and mental state. What the exact result of the D.N.A. meddling on him was is unknown, but since then, Gen's insanity slowly began to wear off, leading his mental state to that of an average human being. Or so it seemed. He is occasionally seen having a conversation with someone, even when he is alone.

A: How, or rather the exact way he conceals himself is unknown. He simply pulls out his sniper rifle, lies down, and his cloak literally melts into the desert coloring. So I guess camoflauge. Q: In the Trigun Manga, against which GHG does Milly freeze against, due to their overwhelming hate and rage against Vash?

[i] As the group was greeting its new member, Rue, Warrington was trekking up a nearby mountain. He reached the top, and took a good look around. Warrington glanced back at the town. His sharp eyes fixed on the miniscule group near the inn. "Another member joined I see..." he murmured. "At any event... I have to find that seed..." Warrington got down on all fours, and started to search the ground intently. After a while of searching, Warrington triumphantly stood up, and on his hands was a miniscule seed, apparently an ingredient in one of his toxins... or drugs... "Hey... who the hell are you... and what the **** are you doing in our territory?" Warrington slowly turned around, as his claws slid out of his sleeves, neatly fixed on his hands. A group of bandits, each armed with an axe and a skimpy sword, had surrounded him. "This is our territory. And no one without our permission passes through." said the bandit leader. The bandit leader had a huge, cruel body, marked with scars. He shot a hungry glance at Warrington, and laughed. "You may as well serve our pleasures. You have a good body." Warrington looked stunned at this comment, then emitted a low, harsh sound which eventually became a booming laughter. "Very funny. Very, very funny. So you're all a bunch of homos eh? Looks like humans weren't much different in the past too. Now if you want to live, get out of here. I will give you until the count of 5." At this last comment, the bandits burst out laughing. The bandit leader took a step towards Warrington, and replied brutally. "Get down on all fours like before, *****." Warrington sighed, and in a flash, sunk his claws deep into the arms of the bandit leader. The claws impaled his arm, and with a slight twinge of Warrington's fingers, opened up into four blades. The bandit leader gave a dull groan, as his arms went flying away, and hit the ground. "You... you .... Kill him!" he yelled. The bandits charged, but Warrington simply let loose a barrage of darts, and the bandits fell, impaled, poisoned, or simply dead. Warrington took a step towards the bandit leader, who cowered before him. "Now whos the *****?" he asked simply. Warrington grabbed the bandit leader by the neck, forced his mouth open, and poured in a brownish liquid from a vial. "That should stop your wounds. But guess what? Its gonna paralyze you for quite a long time. I'm sure the mountain lions and wolves in this area will be here before long attracted by the smell of blood of your comrades... or perhaps your whores. They'll eventually feast on you, and you're going to be unable to move, eaten alive. You shall see your very limbs torn off, your very bones crunched, and you shall die." Warrington grinned sadistically, and left.[/i] OOC: A bit sick, I know. But then again, I wanted to show Warrington's truly brutal, sadistic side in this scene. If you want me to change some parts, tell me.

[i] Meanwhile, Garm was climbing up a nearby mountain. The thick foliage of the trees kept the rain out, and the distant tapping of water on the leaves was relaxing. Garm took a quick glance at his watch. 10 minutes until the meeting time. He asked Dango to tell Selenay that he would be late so no problems. Eventually, Garm came upon a small clearing. The rain beat down freely, and a small shrine was at the farthest end of the clearing. The shrine was also soaking wet, and the flowers before it had long since wilted, now being battered by the ruthless rain. Garm walked up to the shrine, and dropped down on his knees. He slowly reached out, and touched the shrine. The wet shrine slowly heated up, and it became dry again. Reaching into his coat pocket, Garm drew out a flower. He touched the old bouquet, and it burned away in a wisp of smoke. He set the new flower down. "I humble myself before you." murmured Garm. His head bowed down, he simply stayed there, bowing to the shrine. He slowly got up, and looked up at the sky. The clouds were rolling away fast, the winds were picking up. "Perhaps its one of the others...." thought Garm. Garm looked again at the shrine. He opened the small cabinet door at the bottom of the shrine, and took out a red, glowing bundle. "You told me long ago that I shall wield this when I became 16... it is a year since I became that age.... I have come to reclaim my prize..." Garm took the bundle, and deposited into his coat pocket. He looked at the shrine for the last time. His eyes were red, but no tears fell. "Your legacy has been passed on. Rest in peace, master." Garm stretched his arms out, and a small ball of fire erupted from his hands. His arms quivering, he aimed at the shrine. The fire blast forth from his arms, striking the shrine. The shrine instantly became engulfed in flames, but the flower did not burn. As the shrine slowly crumbled, so too, did the flower. "Ashes to ashes. That is how we begin, that is how we end. My duty is done." Garm left the mountain. He looked at his watch. 3 minutes past. "Better get going..." he muttered to himself. [/i]

[i] Outside of the inn, Warrington smiled, and walked off. How annoying. He would have to kill someone in order to rid himself of this pathetic spell. In his ears, were a small head phone. Mystika didn't notice but when she dodged the dart, a device had been planted on her hair... "Where are you going?" muttered a cold voice. Warrington turned around, and saw Arch, his chest heaving up and down, either from anger or from suppressed emotions. "You know about that spell now don't you!" pressed Arch. "Yes, thanks to you." replied Warrington curtly. What an agonizing remark for Arch... To see that his own curiosity had placed the one he loved in danger... With the slow contortion on Arch's face, Warrington smiled. He knew he liked her. Really liked her. "Heh. Well, I'll put it simply as this." Warrington said. "Watch out for that girl who that ***** connected with my life. I have no intention of dying just yet. As long as that girl is protected by your ilk, I will not intervene. However.... I shall be watching. And should I feel that your group is not up to performing well...." he delicately trailed off, while slowly bringing his hands up, and making a decapitating motion. With the same hand, he pointed up at Mystika's room. Arch's fists tightened. Warrington looked at him, smiling. "You can try, if you want to. But you know just as I that its a waste of time for me and for you. So why not just leave me be?" [/i]

[i] "Can you stop that infernal racket?" muttered a voice yet again. Dango looked around, and this time saw Garm sitting on the swing. "What? Are you stalking me or something?" he asked, definitely annoyed. "No, I was actually here before you." replied Garm indifferently. Dango noticed that Garm was completely dry. He looked in wonder, then remembered his immolation. He saw the rain drops stopping just short of hitting him, then curling away as a mist. "At any rate, the weather doesn't suit me. Tell Selenay I'll be late... I have some errands to run." muttered Garm. "I already informed Tara and Euri. You'll have to inform the others yourself." Garm walked off, leaving Dango annoyed. How was he supposed to go warn everyone else of today's meeting if it was raining hard? Damn it Garm was supposed to do that! He didn't get wet! [/i]

[i] As the car drove away, a figure slowly melted out of the shadows. He caught the fleeing vampire by the scruff, and in a flash, the head went flying, hitting the wall with a dull thud, and slowly oozing down to the ground. The body disintegrated into a pile of ashes, and the figure smiled sadistically. He cast his eyes in the direction of the two remaining vampires, fleeing in the distance. His hands slowly went under his coat, and a few flashes were seen, followed by the distant figures suddenly collapsing, and disintegrating. "Pitiful..." muttered the figure. Warrington looked around, at the ashes of vampires and bodies of humans strewn around alike. The carnage was complete, and the evidence must be destroyed. Warrington took out a blue-green vial from his coat pocket, and threw it high up in the air. He unhooked one of the red vials from his chest pocket, and set it on the ground. Warrington turned and left the scene, leaving behind one vial in the air, and another on the ground. As the blue-green vial hit the red vial on the ground, an unstable concoction formed, and green, noxious vapors began spreading at alarming speed. The bodies, the blood, the ashes, all were disintegrating under the fumes. Warrington turned a corner, observing the blood spattered street light. The fumes slowly crept up the lamp, and the blood was extinguished. Warrington took out a small communication device, and held it to his mouth. "This is Warrington reporting in... it appears that there has been a clash between the vampires and the anti-slayers... I could not get visual confirmation, but there has been enough casualties for me to believe that at least 2 or 3 has been involved. Evidence has been destroyed, now returning." Warrington cracked the device, as it exploded. Warrington then slowly looked around, and ultimately went into the darkened alley, his foot steps still clinking uncertainly in the dark. [/i]

[i] "You never could, remember?" replied Dango. "Get a room... will you?" murmured a voice. Garm also came out of the school, a bit irked by the situation. As he came by, the air became a bit toasty, due to his immolation. "Can you do us a favor and keep your distance?" said Dango, irritated with the interruption. "Yeah, yeah whatever. Selenay, I heard we are meeting today. When and where?" "Oh yeah, we were just talking about that before...." said Selenay, with a slight blush. "Anyway, we are meeting at my house in an hour." "All right. I'll inform the others." Garm walked off, and the air cooled. [/i]

*Imagines an English guy attempting to sing a song in Japanese* *cough* ... *bursts out laughing* Sorry, but I just had to do that lol. Last time I came across someone who was singing an anime song in Japanese, the pronounciation was all screwed up and it seemed like a lunatic trying to communicate in their own weird language. Anyway, my favorite is "Cruel Angel Thesis". There are sooo many versions out, such as Rei/Asuka/Misato, Shinji, Gendo/Fuyutsuki(creepy), DDR, Rei's birthday, etc. That obviously means that the songs were extremely popular. However, my favorite version out of all of them is the original. I think the singer's voice fits the music perfectly, and her voice carries far as well. Second to that, I like "Heart, Return to the Beginning". Its a great song, even though my friend commented on it being like a Nazi song in some parts such as "Rather than holding on to your worn-out scriptures(Bible)", and "Cast away your prayers". I think some Christians will view these verses as a bit offensive, but I think it was a good advice to give to the Japanese people.

A little random help. If you're going to Japan(or indeed any country), have a little note book with you, and in that note book, write down basic things like left, right, north, south, etc. You might also want to write down the names of the places you'll be visiting. If you need help and you can' understand what the heck they are saying and vice versa, you can pull out your note book, point to the word/words that are appropriate, and let sign language take care of the rest. Do this ONLY to women from age 30 ~ 50 that seem to live in the local area. Many teens tend to lie/give you wrong information, and the men are usually too busy with work or stuff to answer. The best possible choice will be a mini-police station called a Kouban, where about 2 or 3 officers are around. Koubans are there for little things, like giving people directions, helping senior citizens, etc. Make use of them.

[i] Enrique looks grimly around at the party, and admits defeat. For now. He tosses them one vial from his chest pocket, leaving four. Mystika hurriedly takes off the stopper, and pours the liquid into Mikiru's mouth. Mikiru's fever slowly wears off, indicating her recovery. "There." said Mystika, relieved. The party glares at Enrique, who also recovered. Enrique looked around with a ghastly look of hate in his eyes, then turned away. "We shall meet again." he said in a dead-calm whisper. "And when we do..." With that, green gas began seeping from under his cloak. In an instant, it began to spread at alarming speed. Before its path, plants withered, and the ground became a sick, green color, seeping in the venom from the gas. "Get away now!" yelled Mystika. The team made it out in time, but looking back, saw that the field was dead. The trees and plants withered away, toxins flowing through the earth, and the air thick with a cloud of green, noxious vapors. They still saw Enrique standing there, feeling his piercing stare. "How the hell can he survive in there...." muttered Sephiroth. "He must have some natural immunity to the poison he's employing." replied Mystika. Out of the green abyss, a flash was seen. Mystika suddenly leapt aside, as a dart came flying out of the vapors, and struck to a nearby tree. The tree instantly withered away, and Arch stooped to pick up the parchment attached to the dart. "To Death." read Arch. "Well... now we have a deranged psycho to deal with..." muttered Yujin. The group again looked into the vapors, but the shadow of Enrique was gone, and the fumes were slowly creeping towards them. "Let's get out of here." muttered Yujin. [/i]

Eh... Mal, you're waaaaaaaay off lol. The lady is German to begin with. Not Japanese. My Q still stands until Sunday. Edit: It's Sunday(well, saturday but i dont care). The answer to my question is Major Zorin Blitz Now someone carry on.

I'll post a bit on how things carry out on the manga. I'll try not to go overboard and spoil the entire thing, but if i do, reader beware. [spoiler] Legato is a psycho. No question about it. He's a completely devoted psycho. He is first ordered to protect Knives during his reincarnation(after Vash blew off half his body at July). He orders the GHGs to kill Vash when Vash arrives at the scene, but he is crushed(literally) by reincarnated Knives who says "Who the hell said you can kill him you scum?" He loses all his limbs from this incident, and since then is carried around by a huge, inhuman looking female who is supposedly under his control. [/i] As for Wolfwood, [spoiler] he's part of a plant-worshipping religion called the "Michael's Eye"(Fallen Angel's Eye). However, the truth is that they are all a bunch of elite killers, and the best are reserved three spots in the GHG. He, like in the anime, is not the real "Chapel", and there is another Chapel before him, though very different from the anime. He originally comes with the agenda to kill Knives and Vash by making them fight each other, but as the story progresses, he slowly begins to waver. He occasionally remarks on the different level that Vash and Knives are in, through expressions such as "They don't give a damn as to what bugs do", "I saw death, black and looming, from the man before me." But rest assured to Wolfwood fans, he doesn't die(yet).[/spoiler]

[i] Enrique's surprised look slowly faded, and his face contorted a bit, just a bit, as if something, perhaps a bug was annoying him. Never mind. An opponent before him. And how different from his past opponents. Innocence danced in her eyes, her form. His memories swam by him, of black men in dark alleyways, a gun pointing at him. And now, a mere girl in front of him, unarmed, ready to do battle with her bare hands. How interesting. So he was in a different time zone. Science seemed to be at its most primitive stages. So what was that artifact on that girl's neck? Magic? Well... he shall find out soon enough. And Mikiru struck. Her necklace emitted a dazzlingly blind light, and in a flash, she flew, her hands now covered with what seemed to be an origin of ancient, runic strength. Her blow struck Enrique straight in the neck, sending him flying back, crashing against a tree. The tree crashed down from the impact, leaving Enrique sprawled on the ground, with Mikiru looking over at his motionless body serenely. As the obscured vision of the others returned, they saw with great astonishment Mikiru standing, with Warrington on the ground. They could do nothing but gape at the unexpected turn of events. Mikiru's necklace slowly faded, and Mikiru suddenly looked around in confusion. "Wha... what happened?" she whimpered. She looked at the lifeless body of Warrington. She looked over at her friends, and in her eyes, saw her fear confirmed. She had killed a man. Her vision swam, and she began to feel faint. She collapsed, apparently from shock. Yujin ran over to revive her, but to his surprise, found her with an extremely high fever and unstable breathing. Her heart was pounding. She was sick, and for some reason, dying. "Mikiru! Mikiru!" Yujin called. Mystika ran up, and examined her. "This is no ordinary disease... and trust me, I know a lot about them. I've never seen this kind before..." murmured Mystika. Mikiru's skin was slowly beginning to pale, while the other's looked on in horror. "Foolish girl..." muttered a voice, familiar and yet intensely cold. Yujin and the group snapped around, and to their fear and surprise, found Enrique up and standing, apparently healthy. Enrique twisted his head with his hands, resulting in a grotesque crack from his neck. "A regenerator..." murmured Arch. "So thats what you are... a human regenerator..." "Not quite." replied Enrique. "You're correct on my regeneration abilities, yes, but you can see the effect of my true strength on your friend over there." "What the hell did you do to her!" yelled Yujin. "What did I do? No. It's what she did. Skin-contact with me is deadly. I am poison itself. She shall die a torturous death in the next hour." replied Enrique indifferently. "Damn it! Don't you have an antidote?!?" continued Yujin, now obviously panicked. "Of course I do. But why waste it when I can't create more in this primitive world?" Yujin's knuckles slowly tightened. "Restore her." he said in a deadly calming voice. Enrique looked back, with a thin smile playing at his lips. "Make me. Defeat me, or perhaps prove yourself worthy, and I'll give you the antidote. But... " Enrique took a glance at his watch, and continued "you have 30 minutes left so you better hurry." [/i]

I deleted mine. Lets continue. [i] The figure was motionless, but his mouth slowly curved into a wan, scornful smile. His visage was still not visible, but he apparently was humored by Mikiru's last comment. "Heh... hehehe.... you're going to fight me? Watch it girl. I was born a man but no longer. Should you force me to fight you, I can guarantee you the most painful death imaginable. And if I fight, I shall not do something half-assed as let my enemy live." And he stepped forward. A handsome face with oval glasses, with a dirty, graying lab coat. His hands were in his pockets, and his face expressed scorn and contempt. "I'm a girl? Look at you! You're only a few years older than me!" yelled Mikiru, thoroughly ticked. Her necklace continued to glow brightly, and the others looked at it with apprehension. "I am older than I look girl. Now shut up. You provoke me. Enough talk. Let's get going." He pulled his hands out of his coat pocket, revealing two huge claws attached to both his hands. The cloud swam across the sky, revealing the sun which was hidden just a moment ago. The sun hit the figure's glasses, and his glass became completely white, making it hard to decipher his expression. His scornful smile was slowly replaced by a set expression. [/i]

A: A girl slammed the door on his finger when he tried to ask her what happened. Q: In the Hell Sing Manga, what is the name of the Tattoed woman?

[i] Name: Hiten Garm (Burning Heaven Flowing Fire's Void) Age: 17 Gender: Male Sign: Aries-Fire-Mars Weapon: Blaze Suwayyah - Two lethal set of claws that are enchanted to be burning hot as if straight out of the forge. A simple blow will burn the flesh, leaving a wound and a burn. If one is impaled by this claw, the organs will be roasted, leading to almost instantaneous death. Ability: Permanent Immolation - Burning air always seems to follow Garm, giving him a protective layer of armor at all times. Depending on Garm's mood, the intensity of the heat varies. When Garm is in battle feeling the adrenaline rush, this armor will melt anything that comes within its proximity. This armor doubles as an offensive skill, since Garm's combat style is based upon melee. Any enemy engaged in close combat with him must deal with the burning air, and Garm's formidable attacks. Blazing Salve - A self-healing spell. By focusing a mild heat to his wounds, Garm can regenerate his wounds. This cannot be used on other players, since the fire will scorch them instead of healing them. This can also be used as an offensive spell, but is more often used as taunts or to provoke enemies into attacking. Blaze Path - By channeling a huge amount of heat energy, Garm leaves a crimson trail of fire to follow him around. This is especially useful in throwing off pursuers, or to entrap an opponent by circling around them. Appearance: A black-red shirt with the Kanji "Hi" inscribed on the left chest area. Wears Black Pants. Long, Spikey black hair, rosy face. Persona: Best defense is a good offense kinda guy. He is usually quiet, but can flare up unexpectedly. In a battle, he is always in the front line, hacking away at whatever he deems to be an enemy. Bio: Born in the rural villages of Japan, Garm's original name was Hiko. He lost his parents early in his life, and a local temple took him in. There, he became enchanted by the local ceremonies which made full use of the might of fire, and has since then strove to wield fire to his will. The claws he wield were the treasure of the temple, once used by an ancient warrior blest by the gods. One day, however, a fabulously rich patron came by, and offered to buy the claws at a staggering price. The head-monk steadfastly refused, saying that the claws were to be kept there until the time was right. Apparently, this displeased the patron, and by using his vast wealth, attempted to acquire the claws by force. One night, he sent his guards to take claw by any means possible. The monks resisted, but were gunned down. In the final moments before his death, the head-monk cast the claws into the hands of Hiko who was at that time 12, and told him to flee through the woods. Hiko changed his name to Garm, and has roamed the countries, seeking revenge against the murderer of his mentor. [/i] There. No longer a Leo. I think the bio was a bit corny, but please forgive me on that.

Hmm... I'm Japanese... well... Kyoto is definitely a good place for a vacation. You can see the ancient Japanese culture face to face, while you can do the same for modern Japanese culture in Tokyo. Try visiting the Sekitei(Rock Garden). I'm not sure which temple in Kyoto it was, but there is a garden composed entirely of pebbles and rocks, where people meditate. Depending on how you look at it, many things can be seen. So if you're going to try to delve into yourself, its a good place. As James said, a Geisha is a good idea. But they are VERY expensive. If you're in Kyoto, go to a Ryotei(A classic Japanese Restaurant), and ask for the season's full course. Of course, this is also expensive as hell, but a full course of food, in succession is served, and they use the best ingredients of the season, so its delicious. What else... oh yeah, if you're in Tokyo, try visiting the Nikkou Toushougun. Its the grave of Tokugawa Ieyasu, the shogun who started the 300 yr. dynasty which lasted until the Meiji Era. Its a beautiful place, but you have to climb up an endless stairway on a mountain to get there. Besides that.... I haven't gone to Japan for a while so I don't know much else. Oh yeah, make sure you go to the Hot Springs. Very soothing.

Actually, the whole point of that little science part was that since my character is from the future, I needed to have some transition so that he could enter the time zone in which this story takes place. So it wasn't really random. I was just setting the stage for my character to enter the story. [i] As the group was talking, a huge rift, almost like a black-hole, tore open right behind them. A huge, yawning hole erupted, emitting a strange buzzing noise. The group leapt back, surprised at the sudden interruption. A figure stepped through. Mikuru and Yujin gasped. The figure was clad in a modern out-fit, with a white lab coat, glasses, and black pants. The worm hole closed behind him, still buzzing. The figure took a quick glance around, and his glance rested on the group. "Um... Hi?" whispered Mikiru timidly. The figure looked at Mikiru and Yujin at particular, and his eyes suddenly widened. In a flash, he took his battle stance, claws beared, his face set, his cape unfurling to show his arsenal of darts. "Impossible... I destroyed that worm hole... to think they already sent some agents after me....but how?" muttered the figure. [/i]

First RPG! WHOOT!! [i] *Meanwhile... in the modern age...* A flash of lightning rips forth from the dark, nebulous matter. The matter is constantly swirling, changing its color with every passing moment. Figures nearby type the keyboards at alarming speed, though its exact effect on the matter is unknown. The room is a huge, gigantic lab, with a multitude of scientists swarming over the consoles, the key boards, or observing the progress of the matter. 2 guards are stationed on either side of the huge entrance door. The guards, as well as the scientists, seem to be nervous. The nebulous mass is contained with electromagnetic fields, but it is unknown if it can be contained for long. As they all watch, entranced, one of the scientists slowly creeps up to the guard, and lightly touches him on the back of his neck. The guard responds, and a few curt words are passed between the two figures. The scientist walks away. A few moments later, the guard emits a low, gurgling sound, and collapses, his face a deathly tinge of green. With this sudden interruption, the remaining guard rushes over, and after a quick examination, calls up the paramedic squard. The scientists all glance over, but their eyes quickly snap back to the mass. What is one human life compared to such a huge progress in science? As the remaining guard is busy trying to revive his partner, the same scientist slowly unfurls his lab coat, and a multitude of gleaming battle darts are visible underneath. A fellow colleague sees it, and gives a shout..... 2 minutes later, the paramedics arrive at the scene. They find one guard dead from poisoning, the other dead from blood loss. The scientists are all dead, with numerous stab wounds all over their bodies. The nebulous matter is gone, and so is the mysterious scientist. The death count is 34, one less than the 35 present in the lab at the time. As the records are searched to identify and locate the missing scientist, the name "Enrique Warrington" comes up on the record data.... [/i] There. That sets my character ready for the past don't you think?

Well.. I decided to switch my char. Sorry animanga lol. But i msged ssjbrolli and he liked this char just as much as Gen, so here it is. Name: Enrique Warrington Age: 123 Race: Human Weapons: Poison Tipped Scissors Suwayyah (x 2) ? A claw dabbed in each tip with a poison that prevents blood clotting. The claw is single-tipped, but by pulling the trigger on the handle, spreads out into 4 different claws. The aim of this curious contraption is to stab the enemy deeply, spread out the claw in the body of the enemy, twist, and then pull out. This causes a huge wound in the opponent, and the poison prevents the wound from closing, bleeding the enemy until it eventually dies. Poison Tipped Darts ? These darts too are poison-tipped, and allows Warrington to strike the foe from a distance. Unlike the poison employed in his Suwayyahs, the poison on these darts results in a hallucinating effect on the foe. This is especially helpful to Warrington since his style revolves around claws, and it helps him to approach his opponents with the minimum damage possible. Skills: Immunity ? Due to his constant dabbling with poison, Warrington has gained immunity to all forms of poison. He cannot be poisoned, and he is immune to most diseases as well. Many foolish attempts to poison Warrington have proved to be a dismal failure; instead of weakening him, it further strengthened his immunity, thus making him even more powerful. However, the only down side is the fact that poison courses through his entire body much like blood to an ordinary human being, and having skin contact with him can result in a long and painful death. Plague Nova ? Warrington unleashes a cloud of poison. This gaseous venom reacts quickly with the air, spreads up to a radius of 50 meters in a few seconds, and will not dissipate for a day. Any life form caught within this cloud is guaranteed a slow, painful death in the course of the next hour. The toxin is strong enough to corrode most known metals, and can be transmitted through the skin therefore making gas masks utterly useless. Regeneration ? The unnatural mix of many toxins and chemicals in Warrington?s system had a curious effect upon his body functions. With the introduction of an unknown combination of chemicals and toxins, Warrington?s self-regenerating effect of the body was significantly increased, making his wounds heal at up to 10 times that of an average human being. A bruise or a scratch will disappear in a matter of minutes, and severe injuries, such as broken bones, ruptured organs, etc. can be remedied in a day at most. Appearance: A dirty, white lab coat, with five vials filled with red fluid in his chest pocket. His hair is disheveled and coarse, and his face is deadly pale. His skin has a black-green tint to it due to the numerous chemicals flowing through his veins. Wears oval shaped glasses, and comfortable, black pants. Personality: Solitary, quiet, watchful, distrustful, and analytical. Bio: A World War I veteran, Warrington suffered the horrendous effects of mustard gas that many of his comrades shared. However, his body seemed to have a natural resistance to the toxin. After suffering for a month in the hospital, the disease suddenly appeared to have left him. Or so it seemed. After the war, Warrington discovered in himself a natural resistance, and in some cases, immunity to most of the venom known today. Being a chemist, he slowly adapted himself to more and more poisons by taking in small quantities of them daily and slowly increasing his dosage. One day, this unnatural mixture of chemicals in his body made him severely sick, almost to the point of death. His sickness, however, was followed immediately by a sudden recovery, much like his recovery from mustard gas. Miraculously, his recovery was followed by his body slowly un-aging, and his body was restored to those of his 20s. Upon research, Warrington concluded that some, or perhaps all of the toxins in his body had formed a sort of an enzyme previously unknown to man, which kept the body?s functions and metabolisms at that of a 20yr. old. This enzyme also provided him with inhuman regeneration, making him immune to most diseases and injuries known to man. The government, hearing of Warrington?s miracles, abducted him, examining his body in minute detail. But the government?s research team died a mysterious death, which resulted from physical contact with the subject. The government sought to dispose of Warrington, realizing the potential for death and decay he possessed. Warrington was no naïve man, and fled as soon as possible, through means unknown. He has been pursued repeatedly by agents sent by the government, though none of them returned alive to report the subject terminated. Eventually, the government either gave up or thought him dead, and he was left to his peace. However, his body was now no longer that of a human being, his touch meant death to any living creature and he never felt that he truly shook off the efforts of the government. To protect himself from his pursuers, he turned to his unnatural abilities, and to his unmatched knowledge of toxins, chemicals, and poisons. Because of being dogged constantly, he is highly distrustful of anyone. However, once his trust is earned, he is a worthy warrior, and also as a doctor; he is able to cure most diseases through his specialized drugs. Btw, this is the 2nd rpg im entering him in lol. I want to see if i can use him differently according to the different story line, plots, etc.

Name: Enrique Warrington Age: 123 Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 6ft. 2 Weight: 215 lbs. Nationality: German Affiliations: Lowendove Brotherhood Weapons: Poison Tipped Scissors Suwayyah (x 2) ? A claw dabbed in each tip with a poison that prevents blood clotting. The claw is single-tipped, but by pulling the trigger on the handle, spreads out into 4 different claws. The aim of this curious contraption is to stab the enemy deeply, spread out the claw in the body of the enemy, twist, and then pull out. This causes a huge wound in the opponent, and the poison prevents the wound from closing, bleeding the enemy until it eventually dies. Poison Tipped Darts ? These darts too are poison-tipped, and allows Warrington to strike the foe from a distance. Unlike the poison employed in his Suwayyahs, the poison on these darts results in a hallucinating effect on the foe. This is especially helpful to Warrington since his style revolves around claws, and it helps him to approach his opponents with the minimum damage possible. Skills: Immunity ? Due to his constant dabbling with poison, Warrington has gained immunity to all forms of poison. He cannot be poisoned, and he is immune to most diseases as well. Many foolish attempts to poison Warrington have proved to be a dismal failure; instead of weakening him, it further strengthened his immunity, thus making him even more powerful. However, the only down side is the fact that poison courses through his entire body much like blood to an ordinary human being, and having skin contact with him can result in a long and painful death. Plague Nova ? Warrington unleashes a cloud of poison. This gaseous venom reacts quickly with the air, spreads up to a radius of 50 meters in a few seconds, and will not dissipate for a day. Any life form caught within this cloud is guaranteed a slow, painful death in the course of the next hour. The toxin is strong enough to corrode most known metals, and can be transmitted through the skin therefore making gas masks utterly useless. Regeneration ? The unnatural mix of many toxins and chemicals in Warrington?s system had a curious effect upon his body functions. With the introduction of an unknown combination of chemicals and toxins, Warrington?s self-regenerating effect of the body was significantly increased, making his wounds heal at up to 10 times that of an average human being. A bruise or a scratch will disappear in a matter of minutes, and severe injuries, such as broken bones, ruptured organs, etc. can be remedied in a day at most. Appearance: A dirty, white lab coat, with five vials filled with red fluid in his chest pocket. His hair is disheveled and coarse, and his face is deadly pale. His skin has a black-green tint to it due to the numerous chemicals flowing through his veins. Wears oval shaped glasses, and comfortable, black pants. Personality: Solitary, quiet, watchful, distrustful, and analytical. Bio: A World War I veteran, Warrington suffered the horrendous effects of mustard gas that many of his comrades shared. However, his body seemed to have a natural resistance to the toxin. After suffering for a month in the hospital, the disease suddenly appeared to have left him. Or so it seemed. After the war, Warrington discovered in himself a natural resistance, and in some cases, immunity to most of the venom known today. Being a chemist, he slowly adapted himself to more and more poisons by taking in small quantities of them daily and slowly increasing his dosage. One day, this unnatural mixture of chemicals in his body made him severely sick, almost to the point of death. His sickness, however, was followed immediately by a sudden recovery, much like his recovery from mustard gas. Miraculously, his recovery was followed by his body slowly un-aging, and his body was restored to those of his 20s. Upon research, Warrington concluded that some, or perhaps all of the toxins in his body had formed a sort of an enzyme previously unknown to man, which kept the body?s functions and metabolisms at that of a 20yr. old. This enzyme also provided him with inhuman regeneration, making him immune to most diseases and injuries known to man. The government, hearing of Warrington?s miracles, abducted him, examining his body in minute detail. But the government?s research team died a mysterious death, which resulted from physical contact with the subject. The government sought to dispose of Warrington, realizing the potential for death and decay he possessed. Warrington was no naïve man, and fled as soon as possible, through means unknown. He has been pursued repeatedly by agents sent by the government, though none of them returned alive to report the subject terminated. Eventually, the government either gave up or thought him dead, and he was left to his peace. However, his body was now no longer that of a human being, his touch meant death to any living creature and he never felt that he truly shook off the efforts of the government. To protect himself from his pursuers, he turned to his unnatural abilities, and to his unmatched knowledge of toxins, chemicals, and poisons. Because of being dogged constantly, he is highly distrustful of anyone. However, once his trust is earned, he is a worthy warrior, and also as a doctor; he is able to cure most diseases through his specialized drugs. Enter Warrington...

I get what you're saying. I'm not too fond of that aspect either. But you can't really do much. The Yaoi authors are not going to stop because those fan fics are popular, and I guess its a way of creating their own fantasy world consisting of their favorite characters. But after all, its still a fake. Its not the original anime itself. It may have the same character names and such, but its still an imitation. I don't think its worth it to bother over that.

They are holding the anime characters in their heart in their own dear way just as you hold the same characters in your heart in your own dear way. Why not let them? Because its not real? Does it really matter though? In any event, the anime is being appreciated, and the characters are being taken up by fans who want to make their own story with them. I think the authors will be happy that their characters have reached that status.