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[i][color=olive][size=1]Gen took a final look at the assembled members, noticing one missing. Shadow. Late. Again. He needed to report this to Luthor later... He clenched and unclenched his fists, then muttered quietly. "It's time. Let's go..." "Sure Wonder boy.. lead the way..." replied Hannah sarcastically. Gen ignored the comment, then looked around at the others. "Any vain attempt... and your powers will disappear.... we wouldn't want that would we...?" he said slowly. "We meet in front of the tower in two minutes..." With that, he leapt off the tower, the trench coat fluttering wildly. A dark mass falling, falling, falling... Lina looked over the ledge for a moment, then shrugged. "Right then... let's get going..." muttered Lina. She leapt onto the spider, and it immediately went skittering down the side of the building, chittering madly as it went... [/i][/color][/size]

[i][size=1][color=olive]Gen continued to stand when he suddenly felt a metahuman energy presence form behind him, and a familiar one at that. "....What are you doing here...." he quetioned without turning around. "Very well thank you... Luthor sent me here." replied Lina sarcastically. "Thank you for the kind welcome..." "....I could care less. However, I will not take kindly at another attempt to replicate my powers... like before..." Gen muttered with apparent dislike. "Oh did I? I don't remember..." laughed Lina innocently. "......" Gen suddenly twitched. "Another is coming...." [/color][/size][/i]

[i][color=olive][size=1]A faint gust fluttered through the skeletal outline of a colossal skyscraper still in consctruction, located nearby the Titan Tower. A lone figure stood upon the steel frames, a binocular up at his eyes. It was Gen, his trench coat fluttering wildly by the gust, yet his figure unwavering and unmoving despite the powerful winds. With his other hand, Gen held up a small device up to his ears. "Are you in position?" asked a sly voice. "Yes, Mr. Luthor... I am in position..." replied Gen, his words were swept away quick by the winds, almost impossible to hear. "Very good.... proceed as planned..." the device clicked as the other end hung up. Gen cracked his necks slightly, and his already thin eyes thinned even more. "Titans..." he muttered. "We shall see..." [/i][/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Ellester41 [/i] [B]Yes, of couse I saw it< but I have one question... ok- when the bad witch lady took away part of Chihiro's name, it became Sen. How? Kohaku turned into "Haku". That makes sense. So how can Chihiro turn into "Sen"? [/B][/QUOTE] [color=olive][size=1]Thats because of the way Kanji, the Japanese system of lettering, works. Chihiro's name in Japanese, when taking away Hiro, can be read as Chi or as Sen. Kohaku is basically the same, but again they probably could have said Shiro or Haku. [/color][/size]

[i][color=olive][size=1]The abyssal orb melted its way across the dark forest, slithering through like a serpent, though it did not have need to avoid the trees. It simply passed through as if did not exist, continuing along at a constant speed. Whatever it touched, however, withered to death shortly after, and its path was obvious by the pathway of decaying trees and animal carcasses. Within, Ba'do fidgeted restlessly, and Reiki continued the incantations. Moments later, the orb slowed down, hovering dimly near the edge of the forest, sweeping the grass under it to death. The staff within the orb emitted a hissing sound, the shadow composing the orb slowly seeped back into the staff, and the orb slowly disintegrated, leaving Reiki and Ba'do on a circular patch of earth, cleanly gone and dead. Ba'do shivered slightly, looking around with a sense of disgust. "This is Hyouden...?" he asked disbelievingly. "Yes..." murmured Reiki. Snow danced around lightly, and the entire landscape was covered with a soft, pure white cover. Ba'do growled, annoyed with the scene. He hated white. Too pure. And he hated snow. Reiki, on the other hand, seemed to be rather pleased with the setting. He was a frost magi anyway. This place will suit him well. Reiki held out his staff horizontally, and a map appeared, sliding out from the side of the staff. Reiki examined it for a moment, then pointed northwards. "A mile or so... and we should be in the town of Hyouden..." Reiki said. Though somewhat hazy due to the snowfall, there appeared to be a flickering mass of lights where Reiki pointed out. Reiki twirled his staff lightly, depositing the map into his flowing robe. Looking back at Ba'do, Reiki scoffed. "Please... you have that aura to protect you... now let's get going... we might as well finish this quickly...." Ba'do grumbled, then followed Reiki, ready to wreak havoc upon the unwitting citizens of the little cozy city... he was annoyed... and when he was annoyed, people died.... alot.... [/i][/color][/size]

[color=olive][size=1]Okay... its a bit one sided here... will someone please sign up for the Teen Terrors? It's a.... 7 on 1 right now... [sarc]skilled as I am[/sarc], I cannot take you all on :p I need more people on my team please. Come on guys, evil isn't all bad :devil:[/size][/color]

[color=olive][size=1][i] [b]Code Name:[/b] Distortion [b]Real Name:[/b] Kidome Gen [b]Age:[/b] 15 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Powers/Skills:[/b] All metaphysical or alien skills require a degree of mental concentration to wield them properly, be it pyrokenesis, harnessing raw energy, etc. Gen's unique ability lies in completely shutting off and suppressing the connection between the mind and the body of his opponent, thus rendering his opponent completely helpless. He possesses no other metahuman powers, so he relies mostly on martial arts and a twin wakizashi (very short katana) that he carries around with him. [b]Power/Skill Origin:[/b] Gen has been one of the select few 'gifted' children brought to Lex Luthor's attention, namely due to his suspected ability to prevent the other 'gifted' children from using their powers. Luthor was quick to find this ability useful in combatting his long-time enemies, and subjected Gen to a grueling series of experiments in order to brainwash him as well as increase his already formidable powers. The result, an anti-metahuman drone known as 'Distortion'. [b]Alliance:[/b] Teen Terrors [b]Description:[/b] A blank, expressionless face, typically Asian with somewhat thin eyes, black hair, and a thin, lithe body. Usually wears an all-black trenchcoat with a dark-brown studded-leather jacket underneath, accompanied with dark-brown pants, also with similar protections as the jacket. His two blades are carried within the trenchcoat on both sides, and are invisible from view. Upon his forehead, there is a crimson red bandana with the kanji 'Sei', which stands for silence. Unbeknownst to him, within this bandana is a device implanted to keep him under Luthor's control at all times. [b]Biography:[/b] Pulled out from his house early in his childhood, Gen was dragged around many institutions and labs, marvelled at and experimented on due to the exhibition of his unique powers as early on as his infancy. Eventually after travelling half-way around the world, he ended up being bought by Luthor in the black market to be used as one of Luthor's personal body guards. Luthor subjected him to even more tests and experiments, eventually chasing the humanity out of Gen and turning him into more or less of a machine; a machine which only obeys Luthor himself. [/size][/color][/i]

[color=olive][size=1]I personally hate tattoos. They revolt me, though I really cannot see why. I guess I find the concept of painting your body permanently disgusting as well as pointless. Besides, what if you come to hate the symbol or drawing or whatever you had tattooed onto your body? You're going to have to live with it for the rest of your life. Or like Karma said, you can remove it and live with an ugly scar. Either way, I can't imagine myself getting them, nor do I see the point. [/size][/color]

[i][size=1][color=olive]Ba'do shivered slightly, his eyes flickering about somewhat uncomfortably. Reiki stood beside him, channeling a spell, his staff held out in front of him. The staff glowed in an eerie green light, small green light dancing about it in the darkness of the orb. Ba'do and Reiki were travelling in a shadow orb, a method of travel invisible to most and the fastest granted to them. Ba'do didn't object, but he hated being powerless, especially under magic. Reiki's constant chanting was gibberish to him, and he was getting rather impatient. "Are we there yet anytime soon?" muttered Ba'do. Reiki didn't answer immediately, but the incantations slowed down, eventually stopping. Reiki released the staff carefully, but the staff stayed in mid air, floating unnaturally, the green slowly turning into red. "We will be there in the next 20 or so minutes.... keep calm..." replied Reiki indifferently. Ba'do growled slightly, annoyed with the calm demeanor. "Where are we going again?" "Hyouden... we shall land there..." murmured Reiki. [/i][/size][/color]

[color=olive][size=1][i] First Name: Gen Age: 16 Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Dark, dark, dark brown Height: 6'1'' Wardrobe: Dark-blue sweat pants... T-shits depends on the mood. Personality: Futile attempt to be wise, hates to argue... quiet more or less, hates crowds, usually patient... Hair Style: Short, straight Favorite Music Type: None Favorite musical Band/Artist: None Hobbies: Watching people go about their daily lives and nit-picking little things that amuse me, anime, martial arts [/i][/size][/color]

[i][color=olive][size=1]Reiki pondered for a moment, closing the scriptures with a thump which sent the dusts flying into the air. Turning away to deliver the news to his partner and his... comrade, Reiki left the arcane sanctum, somewhat disappointed with not being able to see Sei'icho'ro losing, and perhaps a little at having his research interrupted. Nevertheless, the orders were clear, and his mission was to see it through. Reiki came upon the two just as Sei'ichi'ro was trying to extinguish the heat blazing upon him. Ba'do was cackling madly, and Sei'ichi'ro, cursing, doing something comparable to a war dance, a futile attempt to cast off the flames. Reiki looked at the scene with amusement, and with some regret, made a magnificent sweep with his staff, extinguishing the flames, freezing them instantaneously. Ba'do looked up with some anger, and looked at Reiki questioningly. "What was that for Reiki? Interrupting my fun now?" growled Ba'do. "Nay. Lord Karanlik wishes us to go on a quest for him. I shall fill you in." Ba'do sighed, twirling his blade nonchalantly. Just when it was getting fun... He looked at Sei'icho'ro, who was angrily brushing off the freezing ice shards implanted on him. Ah well... there will be a next time... "The mission?" asked Ba'do calmly. Reiki flicked his staff in the air, and an immediate replication of Karanlik's prior speech echoed through the hall. "Understood..." murmured Ba'do. [/i][/size][/color]

[color=olive][size=1]My favorite couple has always been the same... Ikari Yui and Ikari Gendo. Some people hate Gendo, but I personally love the utter devotion he showed to his wife. Only if he knew how to express them correctly... [/size][/color]

[i][color=olive][size=1]Darkness enveloped the battle field, closing in steadily, but all the more terrible due to its slow, purposeful course. In the middle of the arena stood an Alakazaam, engaged in a futile attempt to keep the pressing darkness away from itself. "Light Screen isn't going to save you fool..." laughed a voice in the darkness. The psychic on the opposite end of the arena shivered. Clearly, he was mistaken when he thought he could take this stranger on. A strange pokemon... one he had never seen... He suddenly saw a thin shaft of light projected onto his Alakazaam from the infinite darkness. Almost instantly, the light screen weakened, the darkness flowing in with increased power. "Confuse Ray...." snickered the voice yet again. Before the psychic was able to shout a command, the darkness completely engulfed the battle field, followed shortly by a distant, spine-chilling sound, quiet and macabre. The psychic felt the link between himself and the pokemon weaken drastically, and then felt nothing. The darkness cleared, and the trainer opposite of him stood holding a great ball, humming lightly. Alakazaam was there, lying on the ground, its spoons beaten out of its hands, its psychic powers were evidently ineffective against its opponent..... "You lose..." The trainer turned around, and before the psychic could call out, was swallowed up in the foggy mist. [/i][/color][/size]

OOC: You asked for it... [color=olive][size=1][i]Ba'do's eyes, hidden under the demonic skull, merely twinkled lightly, again drawing his blade. He didn't need his shield, not just yet. The blade glittered red, then burst into flames, engulfing the jagged blade in a blue-black ominous flare. "Stand down Reiki... I'd rather do this alone..." proclaimed the unearthly rumble from Ba'do. Reiki nodded slightly, then left the two to themselves, heading off into the sanctum of ancient texts, probably to entertain himself with the spell books of the past, perhaps to concoct a new spell to give more torture to his 'victims' next time he decided to enter the training arena. Ba'do and Sei'ichi'ro stared at each other for a while, one glaring, the other's emotions unfathomable under the accursed mask. "Aren't you going to attack flame boy?" snickered Sei'ichi'ro, twirling his blade lightly. "Its customary for challengers to attack first... fool..." rumbled Ba'do, calm but still violent. Ba'do drew his blade back, his free arm stretching out in front, the palms open, the blade drawn back forcefully much like one would with a bow and arrow. Sei'ichi'ro raised his eyebrows. He saw this before. Growling menacingly, Sei'ichi'ro charged Ba'do, bringing his blade down full force onto Ba'do's face. Ba'do merely cocked his head off to the side a bit, causing the blow to miss and strike the burning armor. Instantly, Ba'do followed up, performing a stabbing motion of the blade, narrowly followed by the demonic flames enchanted within his blade. Sei'ichi'ro dodged the blade, but felt his flesh sear and burn from the titanic flames. In the next second, Ba'do slammed into Sei'ichi'ro, and again Sei'ichi'ro felt the burn, this time more furious, more hellish, more torturous. "You cannot defeat me in close combat fool... I am fire itself... to strike a fire is futile... you shall only scorch yourself..." murmured Ba'do.[/i][/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Manic [/i] [B] Anime use diversity to show cooperation between races? Yet American cartoons still have 10 times as many black characters as any anime. American animation may or may not only use minority characters to "appease the minority" viewers, but it's still a hell of a lot more diverse than any anime I've seen. In an American cartoon, you might get one white person, one Asian person, one Latin person, and one Black person. In an anime, you might get two Japanese characters, and two white characters. I'm not feeling the cooperation between races when I can't find a decent black person in an anime. Frankly, I'm a little offended by the lack of diversity in anime. [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1][color=olive] This will be a digression, but I thought I'll address this. I admit that I too have yet to see a well developed black character in any anime. But take into account the difference in history. Japan never had the period of slavery. Japan never had the Civil Rights movement. Japan is not a 'melting pot' like the U.S. is. Hell, Japan is not diverse, period. Japan does not have enough space to accept much immigrants, and the strikingly unique culture deterrs many foreigners from staying too long. Go to Japan, stand in Shinjuku, and see how many black people you can tally up in the course of an hour. I'm betting at the most, one or two. Basically, Japan never had the period where we were to be 'accepting' of other races or cultures. It was either the Japanese way or the high way. You didn't like the way things are, then leave. That simple. Its just the way history carried itself out in Japan thus far. Japan is a rigid society, and accepting other cultures and races is not really in the priorities. I'm not sure if that will change in the future, but like I said, the lack of diversity in anime stems from the lack of diversity in the history itself.[/size][/color]

[i]*Meanwhile, in the hellish training arena of the Prophetic Knights...* Bodies of the pawns flew, dismembered, decapitated, amputated... too hard to tell. So many had missing limbs, heads, appendages, some were frozen, others were scorched beyond recognition into cripsy ashes, and many others were simply torn apart mercilessly. Amidst the carnage stood two figures, both clad in full steel, but apparently too bored. Reptilian creatures, humanoid creatures, demonic creatures, and some other mutated ones formed a rank of infantry, charging towards the two lone figures with a variety of weapons. They didn't get close. A flash of the blade, a twirl of the staff, and half of them were suddenly split in two, some symmetrically, others randomly, all dead. Others yet were frozen into icy shards, followed shortly by a cracking sound as the ice clattered into hundreds of tiny little shards, the flesh and bones along with the ice. None survived, and yet the two figures seemed to be way too bored to care. This was the fourth charge, and none got within 10 feet of them. This was entertaining in the beginning, but it was beginning to get somewhat pointlessly boring. Besides, its a waste of mana. Beyond the arena, multitudes of creatures lurked in prisons and cages, all staring frightenedly at the entrance leading to the arena. Many went out, many screams and cries were heard, many thuds of decapitated bodies, random body parts, and clattering weapons, then silence. And the mockingly suppressed conversation from the two in the middle, muttering lightly so that none can be heard, but continuing steadily, steadily to a maddening extreme. Such was the fate of the pawns of the legion, simply to feed the skills and blood lust of the elites. Another blow of the trumpet, another call of names, another swarm of jailors streaming in and forcing the prisoners out, until the numbers dwindled down, down, down to none. And then there were none. And it was complete. The two figures left the arena, leaving behind around two hundred or so scattered corpses and body parts, though most of them were incinerated before exiting, a courtesy to the janitorial squad. The two figures conversed in low voices, in the same tone and rhythm which dropped many of the prisoners into abyssal insanity. After a while, they came upon a staircase leading up to the palace above, and ascended, the footsteps of one echoing, the other gliding up effortlessly.[/i]

Well... my first attempt at a Pokemon RPG.... [i][b]Name:[/b] Gen Kotogi [b]Age:[/b] 16 [b]Affiliation:[/b] TR1 [b]Pokemon:[/b][size=1] [b]Dusclops:[/b] Night Shade, Rest, Confuse Ray, Protect [b]Wheezing:[/b] Sludge Bomb, Fire Blast, Haze, Explosion [b]Sealeo:[/b] Ice Beam, Sheer Cold, Rest, Surf Others Unknown, but 2 more balls in pocket[/size] [b]Appearance:[/b] A long black trench coat, Black short-sleeved shirt under the trenchcoat, a loosely tied dark-brown belt around the waist with two ultra balls, one poke ball, one great ball, and one safari ball on it. Short, crisp hair with dark-brown eyes. The face is usually calm and somewhat condescending, but can be described as cute or handsome depending on if you see him as a man or a boy. The pants are midnight blue, without stain or logo. For the most part wears white gloves on both hands, but discards them during a heated battle. [b]Bio:[/b]Unbeknownst to most members of TR, Giovanni sent a number of elite TR members out to Hoenn, partly to capture new pokemons for his collection, partly to scout the area, and partly for their further advancement as trainers. Gen was one of the select few chosen to make the trip, and is the only one to return. During the rigorous training in Hoenn, many of his comrades deserted the cause, either for Team Aqua/Magma, or because they found a new way of life. Gen, however, stuck to the orders loyally, and has returned upon hearing news of the new organization, TR2. Back with vengeance and fury against the new 'fake' TR as he calls it, Gen has once more sought out his former master, and is ready to serve under him again, though this time he is armed with his new array of pokemon he captured in Hoenn.[/i]

In New Jersey, right across from the cozy metropolis of Manhattan, in the little town of Fort Lee where I pass every boring minute poring over the pointless assignments passed on to us by teachers who are set to make our lives a living hell... So yeah, Fort Lee, New Jersey.

So... if a Japanese producer, along with an entire team of Japanese artists make an animation in... lets say Australia, then it automatically doesn't become anime?

[i]Grimacing with displeasure at the entrance of the other X-men, Gen (x 4) looked towards the 5 intruders with a degree of anger mixed with excitement. Well then. Time to crank it up a notch... Smirking slightly, he again divided himself into two, resulting in eight. Eight against six, with one of them wounded. Not too bad of a situation. Grinning indifferently at what he assumed was dismay on some of their faces, Seven Gens faced the intrusion, while the last kept his back to them, facing the wounded. One took the Chuudan (middle) form against the wounded. Two took the Jyodan (upper) form against the intruders. One took the Tsuki (stab) form against the intruders. Three took the Gedan (lower) form against the intruders. The last took the Nagashi (flow) form against the intruders, one step ahead of the rest. "Happoujiryu... (Eight-way Child Style)" muttered the eight duplicates. "Its been a while since I've used this..." [/i]

[i]Gen whistled slightly. He should have stabbed that idiot in the heart, sliced off his neck, made sure he was dead. He didn't have time for this, but he was vaguely amused. So this fool wanted to fight... "Ah... what now... fight me...?" he mocked in a sing-song voice. "Believe me simpleton... you know nothing of fighting..." Adam suddenly stepped back, as Gen seemingly slipped into two, then four. Great. That trick again. So which one was real.... Adam really, really hoped the other X-men will be here. Soon. He wasn't so sure he could handle four let alone one... "I said those who rely entirely on their mutation are fools... but if it augments their fighting... now thats different..." [/i]

[i]Humming lightly in his head, Gen saw with clarity the approaching mutant, claws ready to strike, closer, closer. Grinning at what he saw a futile, pathetic attempt, Gen simply stuck his blade out horizontally, and side-stepped nimbly. A dull, cutting sound, followed shortly by a splatter of blood, a groan of pain, a thud and a crash, then silence. Not even bothering to look at the figure, Gen made his way to the exit. "Only fools rely solely on their mutations..." he spat as he stepped out. Looking left and right, Gen made ready for any oncoming attacks. Feeling none yet, Gen ran straight down the corridor, confidently, but cautiously. His eyes darted here and there, his ears listening to any miniscule sound he could above the sirens. Blades drawn ready, the fury darted through the corridors, insanity in full possession.[/i]

The question becomes 'How do YOU define anime?'

OOC: What... another fight...? Not yet... I want to fight Arcadia next... pity she's in Gensine... [i]Akato smiled indulgently, twirling his blade innocently. He loved idiots who called him cheap or wuss or whatever because he simply had poison on his blades. What simpletons. "Ah... you call me a wuss, I call you a simpleton... you don't know the deeper, darker side of this world kid... you know nothing... winners tell their tales, losers tell it to the damn worms crawling underground. The only thing that matters is if you live or die." Turning towards the bartender (good ol' Damon), Akato smiled innocently and asked for dinner, anything edible and good. Damon grumbled slightly under his breath, eyeing Akato with disgust. Akato pretended not to notice, though he saw the little transaction of looks clearly. How he loved it. Reflecting on his past, Akato reminisced a bit about how he was called a wuss, but had no power to retaliate. So much had changed... yes... so much ever since... he caressed the hilt of his blade lightly, fondly, and lovingly. In the end, this world was nothing more than a pitted maelstrom of power, greed, and anger. Nothing could be done to quench the never-ending storm, and none dared to. Snapping back to reality, he found a steaming pile of what he guessed was meat in front of him, and Damon grudgingly scurrying off towards the corner, eyeing Akato and Gareth with deep disgust. Sipping a drink nonchalantly, Akato eyed his food for a second, wary of any poison that Damon may have slipped in. Then, he slapped himself in the head jovially, remembering his mostly immune body. Smiling gingerly, he began eating, famished after the whole riff raff of the night. [/i]

OOC: Sorry for the delayed response. [i]"How annoying..." murmured Gen. Obvious disgust filled every syllable, however suppressed it may have been. He hated the damn psychics for this very reason. They probe your mind, see through your life, flicking through your personal thoughts which made them believe they understood you, like you were some cheap movie flick that really had no deep meaning behind it. Well damn it all. He hoped that his mind was well armed enough against all degrees of mental assault but he seemed to be wrong. That lady, at the very least, seemed to know pretty much everything about him. For once, he wished his other self will emerge. He was extremely annoyed with this whole 'we are here to help you' crap, and he wished nothing more than to be rid of them all. Only if he could somehow awaken his other side... Luckily for him, it seemed that even that psychic lady failed to realize his other side... well... lets see... his blade was over by the table, just out of his reach even if he could get his restraints off... "Well well well..." muttered a small voice within his head. "Now you need me do you...?" "True I do. Though I hate to admit you having advantage over me, I think... that I'd rather have you in comparison to them..." "As you say... Gennie boy... just step back... and watch..." Everything blacked out for a moment, then Gen felt himself being pushed back to the inner most recess of the mind, feeling his other, or perhaps his true side taking over. Chuckling lightly, Gen watched silently as the restraints ripped off effortlessly, and the distant security sirens blaring, blaring.... [/i]