Neoclone-7

OOC: Bwahahaa!!! You honestly didn't think you could get rid of me that easily did you!?!? Ah, but resurrection is tough; I will have to make a new and improved character for this new and improved RPG ^_~... heh. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Will Thorne Year: 2 Team: Kurookami Player's Troupe ( club president ) Label: Drama geek / con artist Description: Has straight, light brown hair down to his shoulder blades and emerald green eyes. He always wears flashy clothes, expensive, almost gaudy clothes every day, but one of his favorites is a very showy, deep purple tuxedo, satin lined, short, deep crimson cloak and a black top hat. Despite his affinity for constantly changing clothes, he is never seen without one of two different masks on. Bio: When he was little, he suffered a tragic accident, leaving the upper half of his face horribly scarred. To hide his scars from the world, he started wearing masks. After a short few years, he quickly grew to love his masks, which led him into the world of acting. He had always been somewhat greedy, and his newfound talent for acting led him to becoming one of the best pickpockets in the city. After being expelled from two separate schools for the arts because of his stealing habits and for getting into fights, he enrolled in Kurookami Highschool, which, of course, is his current school. He fights using a combination of Jiu Jitsu and drunken boxing. However, he is not one to play fair, and will use any sort of trick or deception to win a fight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OOC: I hope that works. And, if someone could help me figure out the attachment thingy, that'd be great, cause then I could put those masks up for you... yes, I know, I'm stupid... :bow:

This is my first real poem I've felt confident enough to post. Would people please tell me what they think of it? [U] A Knife to Dull the Pain [/U] Sleeping pills because I?m tired, A knife to dull the pain. Tear drops in a sea of blood, A puppet cuts its strings. No more acts to fool them all, I finally am free. Sleeping pills because I?m tired, A knife to dull the pain.

Really good story! I like my role in it, even though the best trick I've ever done on a skate board, was a nose grind... on my nose!

Name: Gender: Male Age: 7 Hair: Straight, black hair. Often has dirt in it. Eyes: Brown Height: 4' 3" Talent or Skill: Stealth Self Defense Weapon: A very long, tough, cord (can be used for strangling and as a rope, etc.) Reason You have a street life: When he was four, his family deserted him in the middle of a cross-country road trip. He than walked for the nearest town. He's lived on the streets ever since Personality: Very quiet and shy, but sometimes he'll find a person and stick with them through everything. He is talkative around only that person and can get a little jealous of other people that hang around them very long. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OOC: I hope that this isn't too young or anything

Sunlight was slanting though the slats of the sole window in Hanako's tiny apartment. It shone upon countless layers of firework shells, old glowsticks and miscellanious junk, before coming to rest on Hanako's face. She groaned and rolled over on her stomach, when the blare of her alarm clock finally broke through her sleep. She glanced at the offending device before throwing against the wall. She fell halfway asleep before remembering the clock's display. "Aaack! I'm Late!" She screamed as she bolted up off the pile of blankets that were her bed. She jammed her clothes on in one swift motion, while she hopped over to the her tiny fridge and yanked out an opened carton of orange juice and a peice of toast. Chugging down the orange juice, she pounced on the pile of junk covering her backpack, throwing things across the room before yanking it out of the mess and slinging it on her back. She threw open the window and leapt through to the fire escape and slid down to the street. She landed in a pile of trash bags and scrambled out before sprinting down the street to her school. When she made it to the school, she saw it was lunch time already, and floped down in the grass, completely winded from her mad dash to highschool. She stared up at the clouds, breathing heavily, when the image was repleced by Eli's face, smiling down at her. "Late again, huh?" He laughed.

I don't really think I fit into a stereotype, but during different schools and such, people thought I was a girl b/c I had long hair, that I was a Russian cause I had short, straight hair, and now people think I'm a hippy b/c I have curly hair. Very weird, but, if I had to classify myself I'd say I was a chameleon, b/c whatever group I'm around, I act like that group a little. It's a Great way to meet cool people, but other people tend to think you're a bit weird.

Well, I have a couple, but definitely the one I want to do the most is be a japanese translator. Mostly because I'm fairly good at Japanese (Considering I've only been studying for roughly a year) and also because I really love Japanese culture. Course, the fact that a translator for Japanese makes around 10,000 an hour (or job, I can't quite remember) does tend to help with choosing that career.:p

Karokku stomped along listening for human, when he heard something much worse from behind. Following the trail of blood he was leaving on the cave floor, were a group of six cave scorpions. He could take out one or two, maybe three, but six was well beyond him in this condition. He turned and ran. The scorpions looked up as he fled, and chased after pursuit. He was well in front of them when he ran, but they slowly gained on him. One managed to get in range of his tail, and he whipped to the side knocking one of it's pincers off. It screamed in pain and rage, but was soon overtaken by the other scorpions which tore it apart. Still running, karokku quickly glanced back at the carnage. He charged ahead, when above his heavy breath he heard the scorpions finish with their meal and take pursuit again. He whomped around a corner and bashed full force into a panther clone. He stopped immediately, sliding on the dirt floor a few inches before coming to a complete halt. "What the hell!?" She shouted at him, scrambling back up, "Watch it!" "Uh, sorry," he apologized ineptly, " But there's some--" The cave scorpions charged into veiw interupting him. The panther leapt onto the first one's back before it could bring it's sting down. She bit into the flesh at the base of it's tail and raked it's mouth with her hind claws. The other clones there attacked the rest of the bunch of scorpions. One of them, a lizard clone shot a disk of, something, into a scorpion's mouth slicing it's thick carapace open. Karokku stood at a loss for half a second before joining the battle. Karokku bit into a torso, only leaving a web of cracks in it's shell. The scorpion, annoyed, whipped it's sting forward, hitting just above his leg, leaving a huge gouge in his flesh. Bellowing, he used his jaws to push the scorpion up enough to bite into it's soft underbelly and tear out it's organs, before falling to the ground.

Man, those drawings are excellent, superb!! Especially the "I'm with stupid" one! And you should post your picture up, so we can see if you look as good as you do in the drawings.

Well, my parents tell me I sleep walk a lot, but I never believed them until a friend I was spending the night with, at his cabin says I got up walked down the stairs, and was halfway to the lake when he caught up. Course, that'll explain a little of why I wake up with cuts and scratches I didn't know I'd gotten. Talking in my sleep is also always a problem for me. :freak:

Name: Hanako Kiribayashi Year: 2 Team: Digital Starlight Label: Fireworks fiend/ raver Description: Has cropped short, spiky, blue hair(dyed). Has purple eyes(contacts). About 5'3". Wears black, baggy jeans, a flowing black trenchcoat both with glow strips along the seams, black combat boots, a purple, camo tanktop, and a blue backpack ALWAYS worn over one shoulder filled with fireworks. Bio: Hanako first found her love of fireworks when she was walking down a street with her family when she was five, and a fire broke out in a fireworks shop. She has been in love with the things since and will not go anywhere without at least ten strings of firecrackers and a pack of roman candles and a box of matches. Despite her love for fireworks she is afraid of any fires bigger than a match and will do anything to stay away from them. (darn good thing too considering the firepower she carries with her). She was kicked out of her house at the age of thirteen because her family was afraid they'd get blown up. She now lives in a tiny apartment above a rave, which is where she met her other love: raving. Whenever she has free time between fireworks and school she can be found in a rave. She now attends Kurookami Highschool, and fights using a combination of judo and fireworks.

Everyone was shocked into a momentary silence. Keiko spoke up first. "So... you mean to tell us that that," she said, gesturing towards the mirror, "Is what you really are?" Nayan nodded, "That is my true self," she said, stepping away from the mirror. The image disapeared, "if you wish to see yourself, stand before the mirror." Keiko pushed her way forward. Took a deep breath and stepped in front of the mirror. The mirror flickered and then displayed [URL=http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/MM35_gallery/MM35_PG196.jpg]a dark, hazy image[/URL] No one was as surprised this time and Keiko quickly stepped away from the mirror to allow someone else to use it.

Karokku was just outside the outskirts of the capital when he heard sharp, quick footsteps. He stopped moving and lay perfectly still, barely above the surface of the water, listening and watching. A minute slid by and the source of the footsteps appeared. A squadron of thirty heavily armed human troops was filing towards the capital. Humans! Down... here? Could they be attacking? Without so much as a ripple he floated over to the shore and clambered up behind them. Letting out a bellow he charged forward, jaws gaping. The troops turned around. Karokku crashed into them like a tidal wave. Bodies flew as he caught several in his massive jaws. He crushed their bodies like paper, blood spraying about. They pulled out their guns and started firinng. He lashed about with his tail, crushing their torsos. Laser fire sprayed into his sides, searing his scaled flesh. Whipping around he swung his massive maw forward to crush another mouthful of human troops. Only ten troops remained and they fought madly. He took several shots to the face before crushing three in his jaws. He broke four more in half with a swing from his tail. The last three he killed with a toss directly into the cave walls. Karokku looked slowly over the carnage, before turning towards the opening to the capital. Blood seeped from the many gashes inflicted by the lasers. He then trundled towards the city, to tell the elders of the invasion of the caves.

Karokku slid through the waters of his gaurd route with a gracefulness that belied his massive stature. He swished his tail and jetted forward, before looking up, just above the surface of the water. A rock smacked him directly between the eyes. He let out a bellow of rage before crashing out of the water to see who threw the rock. Stomping onto the path beside the river he looked around heatedly. No one in sight. Nothing in either direction as far as he could see. "uhh, hello?" He bellowed into the cave, " who's here? You threw a rock at me." As if in answer a muted explosion rumbled through the cave. A shower of small rocks fell from the ceiling and splashed into the water. He looked up. Small cracks lined the ceiling like a spindly, thin spiderweb. moles digging, maybe? Maybe... maybe I should go to the youngers and ask. They know what goes on. He whomped over to the water's edge, and slid in, before swimming off full speed towards the youngers' chambers to find out what was going on that would make the caves crack.

Being alone suits me. I am never happier than when I'm alone. No one to get in my way, no one to stop me from doing what I want when I want, no one to intrude on my world. When people are around me I get moody and grumpy most of the time. I just relate better to books and games and fantasies then people. I just learned not to like most people cause their ***** most of the time.

We get wasps over here like nothing else. You'll find their nests plastered over EVERYTHING. They are so badd, one time when my dad was out getting the mail and saw a wasps nest in the bushes nearby. He decides to burn the nest down with a BLOWTORCH!!! Not a smart idea. Needless to say, our bushes were raging infernos within seconds and my dad comes sprinting in like a bat out of he** swearing madly for water. Another time, me and a freind were knocking wasps nests off his house and I got a nest knocked onto my head. I came out of that incident for the worst. I looked like I'd swallowed a beachball. Fortunately, wasps don't suck blood, or I wouldn't be here today.

Name: Karokku Dairu Age: 16 Race: Crocodile Special Abilities: strength, swimming, underwater vision, good reflexes, mild camoflauge in swampy areas Weapons: Jaws, tail, fists and judo training Description: Born to a chameleon and rhino clone, Karokku is a towering entity, even among the largest of clones. Fully twelve feet tall with a four foot shoulder span, he exudes strength. Unfortunately, his brain power doesn't come remotely close to matching his imposing stature. His single-mindedness and loyalty well make up for his lack of intellect, however. While he is a brutal and ruthless warrior, he is very gentle and kind among others and loves children especially. Bio: Soon after he was born, Karokku showed a natural affinity for protecting people, and soon found his way to the job of a gaurd. He spends most of his time patroling through the unnderground lakes and waterways around the capital, where he remains almost entirely unseen. When he is not on duty, he can be found in practicing his judo and unoficially trying to help the younger clones in their training. Occupation: See bio

Well, I'd definitely have to pick ninja as the better of the two. Mostly because, as they stay in the shadows, stay stealthy, and they don't have to jump right out and get messy about things. Also, ninjas aren't particularly dishonorable, they are just perceived that way because they, as stated before, avoid jumping out and getting messy about things. They are just as honorable as any samurai but the general public considers anyone staying in the shadows that much as dishonorable.

I've been wondering if anybody besides me believes in"psychic" abilities. Like seeing the future in dreams, talking with people who have died (like that guy on the TV show, I don't remember his name). I personally believe in it. And have had many firsthand experiences with this kind of stuff. What does everyone else think?

"I saw it," Keiko replied softly, "I can see the future. Yoshio's the only one who knows. You can help him, right?" Nayan quickly composed herself. "Yes, I can help him," She added the next bit a little louder, for all to hear, "First, let's get him to a room, I need a quiet space to work in." Two nurses hurried up and took the stretcher while the third quickly pointed out a room. The stretcher was pushed in, and despite a few nervous protests from the doctors and nurses, they spread to allow Nayan access and Keiko access. Nayan tried to give Keiko a reassuring smile but, with what she had just learned about the girl, remained a sort of shock, and the smile turned into a sort of halfway grimace. Nayan stepped over to the stretcher where the still convulsing Yoshio lay and placed her hands on his chest. She closed her eyes and slowly the boys convulsions stopped. He now lay still, breathing shallowly. Keiko let out a sigh of relief and steped over to help push out the stretcher. Stepping out of the room, the crowd of doctors and nurses sprang back into action and rushed the stretcher off to the emergency room. Keiko watched for a momemnt before slumping against the wall. "Come with me, we can talk for little bit," Nayan said quietly, "I'll explain about my power, maybe--" "Can I stay with you?" "Uh, what?!" "I... don't have anywhere I can go, and... you're the only one like me and... I don't want to be alone now that there's someone like me, I don't want to lose you." Keiko murmured softly. "I, uh, sure!"

Keiko ran frantically toward the sleazy, graffitti covered bar that was her gang's headquarters. As she bashed people out of her way, she was called names that covered the spectrum of profanity. She burst through the doorway, practically throwing the door, which was little more than a slab of metal with a handle, off it's hinges. Customers that had just seconds ago been ordering strong drinks and exotic "peanuts" practically wet themselves, as she crashed her way through the crowded bar over to Yoshio, her gang's leader, her coat fluttering behind her. "The Dragons are coming our way quick!" She half-shouted, breathlessly. This was replied to by shocked murmurs from the many of the gang members! "You all shut up!" Yoshio shouted, "You all know she's never been wrong about this stuff before! We gotta get going an' stop 'em!" To this there was a shout of agreement from all the members. They bashed their way through the just settled crowd amidst all sorts of insults. Yoshio and Keiko were the first on their bikes and shot off, with the rest of the gang following behind them. The two dodged between incoming traffic. Someone slammed on their brakes. Yoshio used the car as a ramp. He shot over the cars and into an empty side street. The raced onward and quickly intercepted the Dragons. GOTTA DUCK! Keiko ducked on a seemingly random impulse. A Dragons swung a large pipe straight over Keiko's head. She came back up and grabbed the pipe. She twisted it around smacking the Dragon in the face. He clutched at face in pain. Keiko ripped the pipe from his grasp. She jammed the end into the bike's spokes. The bike flipped twenty feet in the air before crashing down. No one stopped for the now motionless biker. Up ahead Keiko saw another Dragon bring a pipe down on Yoshio's head. He took a fall. Keiko swerved. Her bike was side-swiped by an oncoming car. She rolled over the top. Landed on her feet. SShe dashed over to Yoshio's still body. "Get up! C'mon, Yoshio! You're not going die on me!" She shouted at him. She pulled him up and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, supporting his weight. "C'mon. You're coming with me." She muttered to him, "We'll get you to a hospital. Then you're going on a diet, man you're heavy." She pulled him off to the side of the street and started off to find a hospital.

Neoclone immediately started jamming the brownies into his mouth. Japan took a small bite and was staring at neoclone with a look that was a mixture of shock and disgust. "Aat? Vish b'owneezz ee'ee goo'. eel, i ed i uz ngry!"

Neoclone and Japan danced until Neoclone came up with the idea to crowd surf. "You know something I always wanted to do? Crowdsurf! You want to try?" "Alright, sure!" They climbed up onto the stage in front of the DJ. "Okay, let's jump on three" Neoclone said, his voice thick with anticipation. --ONE!-- --TWO!-- --THREE!-- They both jumped out ver the shouting crowd...

Thanks, I just wanted to make sure.:toothy:

Neocolin was just finishing the last few crumbs of his brownie and looked up and saw his friend japan_86 drinking punch. Neoclone ran up to her. "I didn't know you were here, Japan!" Japan looks up from her punch. "Hey Neoclone" "Uh... where's your date? YOu get stood up?" "NO! He had to leave..." "Oh, so... uh... since neither of us has a date you want to dance? Y'know, as friends?" "Sure!" "Okay... but don't expect me to slow dance. I've got two left feet. "Alright." So... let's dance." They walked over to the dance floor where, by fortunate coincidence the DJ had enough sense to put in some techno. Strobe lights went on, and everyone started dancing.