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Heres mine. [B]Name:[/B]Vahn LeGrand [B]Age:[/B] 30 [B]Time line:[/B] Medieval [B]Weapons:[/B] A [B]LARGE[/B] 8 foot long Two handed Claymore with an Eye carved into the steel. [B]Spells:[/B] None. He is all brute. [B]Bio/personality:[/B]Wearing thick, black, full body Iron Armor. His glowing red eyes can be see through the Helmets eye slits. He is a madman, killing all that cross him. If you stay friendly to him. His Sword stays friendly to you. He was "turned" evil when he was to kill an Evil Wizard, getting to this Wizard, however, had consequenses. He slain the Wizard, but the Wizard had put a dying curse on Vahn. Damning him to Evil, never to remove his Armor again. With that curse in place Vahn's Armor began molding itself to him, scorching him. Burning him. The Armor on fire, was eventually put out and the Armor a thick, black Iron Coffin around him. Vahn beilieve if can do something good the curse will be lifted and he can return to his normal life.

Standing up. Van looks up into the Rafters. Scratching his head. Van: Shouldn't you be getting in troubel for no abiding by "The Rules"? Max: I supposes I SHOULD...hm... Cyandog: No! You wont get in trouble! I'm sure these Jackers arent going to be playing by the rules. Van: Thats right. Max: Then this will be easier then I thought! Van bends down and begins rummaging through his backpack, pulling out two flashlights. He tosses one to Max and Van turns his on and lays it on the floor, facing the door. Van: No more sneaky Medabots! Max: Great Cyandog: Van? Is the next one mine? Van: Sure is Cyandog

After dispatching the Trolls, he shuffled around in their backpacks and pouches, Not finding anything he continued on his way. Further into the Forest he found a Sword stuck in the groud over a mound of dirt. The Sword hitl saying: "Here lies all that have searced for "Death" "Touching." Endy said sarcastically, letting a laugh slip from his lips. Continuing down the beaten path, he saw an old run down Cottage and proceeded to go there. Reaching the doorless Cottage he peered inside. He saw a cot on the far wall, a Kettle to his left , a table to his right and bones scattered here and there. Stepping inside Endy hears a slight "tap" sound and a Old man jumping into view. The Old man taking a swing at Endy misses, Endy dropping to the ground. The Old man's sword getting caught in the wooden doorway. Endy stands up and sends a Big Iron Fist into the Old Mans face, sending his backwards. "G..get..get out!" The old man says, with his hand to his mouth "I should kill you for trying to kill me!" Endy said, furious at the Old man "I thought you were a Troll" The Old man said sniffling blood back into his nose "No...i'm not" Endy said coldly "Please! Please stay for the night! Its getting Dark and I must repay you for doing as I did" The Old man said, slowly standing. Endy pulled the Old man sword out of the doorway and tosses it to him. The old man caught the sword and sat down on the cot, putting a cloth to his face. "Whats your name, Old man?" Endy asked "My name is Marlin" he replied "I see...well, I'm Endy. Pleasure meeting you" Endy remarks "You too.." Marlin says pulling the cloths away and looking out a broken out window.

[B]Trent:[/B]We can be Bounty Hunters [B]Eris:[/B] We COULD, but thats a dangerous field of work [B]Rei:[/B] No no..That might be what we are looking for! Getting paid too catch evil doers! [B]Irvine:[/B]You realize, though. To be Bounty Hunters we need access to Outer Space. And we just arent there. [B]Trent:[/B] A point well taken Irvine. [B]Rei:[/B] We need to do something. We are all trained with SOME type of weapon...Trent, I know you're pretty skilled with the MK whatever blaster of yours. We can be Mercenaries. [B]Trent:[/B] Not a half bad idea. [B]Eris:[/B] Thats doesn't sound too bad. [B]Trent:[/B] Well? What do you say? Mercenaries?

Van and Max darted into the Medals Gallery. Looking around Van ducked behind a glass display case, Max did that same. Van: If they come in we can spring a trap on them, getting the advantage. Max: Right! Cyandog ducked behind Van, his Aim Rifle trained on the door way. Van whispered: Cyandog, If ay Medabot walks through that door that you dont know...blast it in the head! Max whispered: Wait! Wont there be Mr. Referee? Van: Darn. I forgot. Cyandog, just be ready for Robattle here pretty quick. I'm sure something will happen. Cyandog: Right! After a short pause and a moment of Silence the Gallery door creaked open and a Medabot entered, with out a Medafighter. Van: Cyandog! Go! Cyandog sprug forth, ready for battle. Mr. Referee, bungee jumped from the steel rafters above the MEdabots in a black sneaking suit. Max: What an entrance... Mr. Referee: I declare this match a submission Robattle! Medabots ready?! ROBATTLE! Cyandog, immeadiatly ducked behind a Display case and opened fire on the Mysterious Medabot. The Medabot sprang forth and brought a Flexorsord down towards Cyandog. Cyandog dove backwards firing at the Medabot. A loud "PING" is heard and the Medabot falls to the ground. He immeadiatly jumps up and runs at Cyandog with its Flexorsord held high. Cyandog aims both of its arms out and fires at the advancing Medabot, hitting it with all its got The Medabot is being hit countless times, the pockmarks showing up on the Medabot all over. The Medabot still advancing slashes down on Cyandog, hitting it left arm. Van's Medawatch: Cyandog's left arm 75% Damage Max: That is a Sumilidon! Van: Cyandog, watch for his Strawhammer! Its slow, but it deal quite a bit of damage! Cyandog nods, and runs at the Medabot. The two Medabots collide and Cyandog grabs the Medabots hands, keeping it from using his Arms. Van: Use your Headcannon! Now! Cyandog looks into Sumilidons eyes and tilts his head down sending a bullet into Sulmilidons head. He lets go of the Medabot and it flys backwards, sliding against the ground 'til it stops at the door. Its Metal flys out of its back. Mr Referee: And the winner is Cyandog! Mr. Referee retracts to the rafters again Van: That was intense. It was unusual...It didn't have a Medafighter. Max: You're telling me! Van stands up and walks to the damaged Medabot, and picks up its Metal and inserts it into his Medawatch. Pressing a button Van speaks into his Medawatch. Van: Why dont you have a Medafighter?! Sumilidon: I am trained to fight without one! Van: So you are a Jacker then? Sumilidon: Indeed Van ejects the Metal from his watch. Van leans against the far wall letting the next Robattle go to Max.

Scratches his head.... Van: Why not have one from each "element" on each team? Like a Shooting type and a Grappling type on each team? Akki: Maybe... Mia: Hmm... Jacen: Well... Van waits for answers from the gang on his idea. Cyandog: Great plan, Van!

Van slightly nudges Akki Van: Its showtime! Akki: Lets go! Van, Akki, and Cyandog run towards the Museum Van spots Mia across the way and he sees Jacen over yonder too. Van, Akki, and Cyandog stop at the museum stairs and sit down, waiting for the others ot catch up. Van: Akki, I heard these guys are pretty good at what they do. And thier Leader, Dean, is Vicious! Akki: I heard that too. I hope we can take them! Cyandog slightly pushes on Akki's leg, "It'll be a cinch! Van told me we'll be able to take them on with ease!" The others catch up and they devise a plan for the night...

Van: Wow...You're a pig, Akki Akki: Num..I..Num num..Know! Van: Disgusting... Akki: *Buuuurp* Van: Pig... Akki: Well..all we gotta do is wait for the others... Van: This'll be a blast. We'll all be stopping Jackers in no time. We'll show them whos the best in THIS town! Cyandog: Yeah!

Entering the thick forest, he hears light ragged chuckles. Thinking of the troll type he draws Steel and walks slightly slower "Aiiiieeeeehehehehe!" A Troll screams dropping from a treetop with a pike in hand "Fiend!" Endy yells, slashing at the Troll, taking its head off before it gets close to him. Dodging the falling corpes, he peers around surrounds by Trolls. "Lets go.." Endy says low. A troll advances on Endy, but steps no further as he finds himself sprawled surting blood from an open chest wound. Another jumps foward, and Endy sends his sword through his shest, swing him around into another Troll. Endy sets his foot on The tolls chest and yanks his sword out. He brings his hand back, ramming the Spike on the end of his Sword handle into the last Trolls head. Endy, retracts the swords and continues on his way.

Van paces in his room, scratching his head Van: I know! I call Akki! Van presses a button on his Medawatch and Akki is heard on the other side Van: Akki! Hey..Whats going on? Akki: Not too much, I just stomped some Kids in a Robattle. What about you? You sound frusterated. Van: Thats just it...I dont have anything dark to wear. Akki: Oh..dont worry about it, just go in what you usually wear, just be extra careful Van: Thats a good idea. Thanks Akki. Akki: Yeah. No problem. Oh no! I gotta run, I see my MOM! Van: Hahaha! Alright, see ya tonight Akki! Van looks a Cyandog and grins. Van: Its not a problem. I'll just be extra sneaky Cyandog: Alright Van. Lets do it! Van puts up at hand to Cyandog, and Cyandog responds by slapping it Cyandog: We'll stop those Jackers dead in their tracks!

Endy bandaged his wounds and reattached his Armor, sheathed his sword and left the Inn. Thinking he should skip town and be on his way he headed down the road passing more pedestrians this time through. He saw two children quarraling in the street over a toy, but decided to leave them be and walked past them. He reached the other side of town and look over yonder, spying a dense forest he continued foward. "I wish to pass and be on my way" Endy said to the Sentry "Alright then, be careful. You may encounter some nasty creatures out there" The Sentry said. "Not a problem..." Endy said as he began walking down the beaten path to the dense forest, not looking back.

((Sorry about that, tried to make it interesting, and a One-hit Seeker Missle KO was the ebst I could come up with on short notice)) Van was sitting there getting dressed in dark cloths. Looking through his closet he realized he only owns Maroon T-shirts! Van: Oh well..this'll do I guess... Cyandog: Van? What about me? What shall I wear? Van: You'll be wearing....This! Van shuffles under his bed and pulls out a large black cloth. He hands it to Cyandog who puts it on, slipping his head through the hole in the cloth. Cyandog looks into a mirror and "Awwws" Cyandog: Wow! Thanks Van! Van: Sure, no problem! Now about black clothing...Hm... Van presses his Medawatch and a voice is heard. Austin: Yeah Van? Van: We got a bit of a touble. Austin: Whats that? Van: I dotn own anything dark! I only own Maroon! Austin: Oh man..thats not good... Van: You got anything I can wear? Austin: I'm not your size! Van:....Oh yeah! Austin: Well..think of something my Mom is calling me. We're having Rice Curry! Van: Oh man! I want some! I'll see you, Austin! Van: Cyandog....What am I going to do?! Cyandog: I dont know Van, I dont know...

Austin: Metabee, use your Revolver! (Roaring crowd) Metabee stops and took aim, and shot one blast at Rokusho, that hit the Medabot dead on, striking its left arm. (Cheering spectators) Mia's Medawatch: Rokusho's Pipo Hammer 80% Damage (Roaring crowd) Mia: No!..Rokusho! Use you Sword, strike for the head! (Cheering crowd) Rokusho dashed foward, and striked at Metabee. Metabee dodged some of the blows but took equal the blows he dodged. (Cheering fans) Austin's Medawatch: Metabee's Head 75% Damage (Roaring crowd) Austin: Arg...Metabee! Get in close and use your Seeker Missles! (Cheering fnas) Metabee ran towards Rokusho recieve countless stikes from Rokusho's Sword. Austins Medawatch: Metabee's Sub-Machine Gun 99% Damage, Critical State. Metabee let out two Seeker Missles, that smashed into Rokusho. Rokusho Flew back and landed with a thud, its Metal popping out the back (Hollering childern) Mia: Nooooo! (Roaring crowd) Austin: Yeah! I told you I wouldn't lose! (Roaring crowd) Mr. Referee: And the Winner is Metabee! (Roaring crowd) After a shortwhile, Mia transported her Rokusho back home as did Austin. Mia: That was great! Austin: It was, wasn't it? It was a good Robattle. I thought you had me there for a minute! Van: Nice going guys! I was totally freaked! Jacen: Yeah..nice going! Akki: Right on! The whole gang sits and talks for a while. Van: I gotta go guys. I'll catch you later! Van walked off with Cyandog walking beside him. They walked off, and talked, imitating the Robattle between Mia and Austin.

Name:LeGrand Race:Human Place of birth: Neverwinter Bio: At a young age, living in the Docks Disrict of Neverwinter, you either got tough or died. Living by the sword, he learned from Pirates and Rouges the tricks of the trade. Having a Father in the Neverwinter Militia, he rarely got to see him. His Mother was a nervoud wreck, thinking Pirate were out to get her, but in truth she was just lonely. After growing to the young age of 18 he has left Neverwinter in search of a better life. Apperances: Wearing brown trousers, and a white tunic-shirt, he has a Hard Leather Vest covering his chest. His stolen, brown Militia boots keep his walking for days on end. Weapons: A rusty Longsword is set in a makeshift leather scabbard. Class: Fighter DoB: December (No set date, it was always just sometime in December) Alignment: Neutral

Stumbles out of the room, leaning against the doorway. "A King, huh?" The drow looks back, suprised to see the Knight up and walking. Endy stands, up straight and pulls the Sabre out of his belly, tossing it to the feet of the Drow. Re-enters his room and then exits with his sword. "You want to fight me with a small sword like THAT?!" The Drow exclaims "Yes..I do" Endy replys, dashing at the Drow The Drow sidesteps the first slash. Standing tall, laughing at the feeble attempt to be cut. Then the coth on his chest his town open, and blodd streams out of his chest. Endy stands with a now much larger sword. "Its retractible. Didn't see that, did you?...I didn't think so." Endy replys, shaking his bleeding hand. "What?! How did you pull one over on me?!" The Drow yells, furious that, not only was he humiliated in his own room he had a fast one pulled over on him by a..a HUMAN! "You might want to examine your "cut" more closly..." Endy says slyly The Drow touches his streaming wound to find that the barbs on Endys sword had just complicated matters worse. The Drow, puts a hand over his wound, the barbs putting jagged cuts into his body, making it near impossible to stop the bleeding. "You see. This isn't an ordinary sword. It was "given" to me. Its also near impossible to stop the bleeding now that the barbs have got you" Endy said with a smirk across his face. "Fighting will get us no where, and it seems we are equally matched. I dont wish to fight you anymore, and you being a King, I cannot...." Endy said lowering his head. "Drow or no Drow, I cannot strike a King" Endy taps a lever on his sword and the blade retarcts to its unsual length. He walks back to his room, and sits down on his bed, tending to his wounds.

Stand up and slips on one of his Iron Gauntlets and walks to the Drow's room knocking on the door. The drow sitting up in his bed, rudely awaken stampedes to the door with a dagger in hand. As he opens the door, to his dismay he finds a big Metal fist in his face. The Drow reels back, grasping his face, regain his composure and stabs at Endy. Endy tries dodging the stab, but isn't the fastes creature on the planet. The dagger slices him slightly open and blood is drawn. He grabs the Drow, by his head, the Big Iron Gauntlet hand palming his face. He throws the Drow across the room the Drow hitting the ground and sliding a ways before abrubptly stopping. Endy grunts putting a hand to his wound. "Drow! I think we're even. We'll call that payback for this afternoon" Endy snarled "This isn't over..." The Drown says standing up, dusting himself off. Endy turns and starts down the hallways his thick heavy boots can be heard treading the hall. Endy walks slaming his Gauntlet fist into an open palm. Endy reaches his room and sits down on the bed waiting more the next move. If any at all...Feeling like both points had been made, he begins to apply Herbal medicine to his dagger wound.

[B]The Story So Far[/B] Its the year 2019, 31 Years after WWIII. In Neo-Tokyo, Kaneda and his gang of Bikers are just regular Vocational Training School teenagers. But when a crash involving one of Kanedas closest friend, it unlocks his latent Psychic Abilities. The crash was with an expirmental Psychic Subject. Tetsuo, the teen in the crash, fed up with being a treated like a little child lashes out at the world. Not staying at the special hospital he begins to change, and lose control of his powers. After finding out what Akira really is, a psychic boy who destroyed Tokyo in 1988. But the Military didn't want to beilieve it and told the world it was an Act of war from an opposing country. Thus the WWIII context. Tetsuo is confused and alone. After killing some of his closest friends he flees to Old Tokyo with the remains of Akira that researchers had put into storage for futire generations. Kaneda feels that he is obligated to Kill Tetsuo, so he sets out to do it. Tetsuo though is getting worse and begins to mutate. Kaneda tries to save people they inevitable get stuck in Tetsuos "blob" mutation. But gets pulled in too. 3 Psychic Experiments, sync with Akira's brain paterns and takes Tetsuo away, Saving Kaneda. Now is 2079 and a new "Akira" has awoken. A rich snob, Kyoji Komiyo is tired of his monotonious and boring life he wants to explore the outside surrounding Neo-Tokyo. In doing so he comes in contact with a strange looking Scientist who tells him to come with him so they can test him. Kyoji is frientend and begins to run, he is gunned down and presumed dead. But the Scientist takes the dead Kyoji and expirments on him. Once again unleashing a Psychic Terror Tokyo wished never to see again. I'll need someone to play Kyoji Komiyo. and someone needs to be Kyoji's best friend. (Who I haven't made, thats for whoever is his best friend to decide.) Everyone else make their own character. Here is the character sheet. Name: Age: Bio: Description: Heres mine... Name: "Clank" Age: 18 Bio: He lived in The United States for most of his life, but his father was transported to Neo-Tokyo for business, his father being a scientist, had to travel all the time. Clank is quick to make friends, and quicker to make enemies. A laid back kinda guy, he still lives with his parents becasue laziness gets the best of him sometimes. Description: Sporting the usual American blond spiked hair, he wears a Red tanktop with the word "Liberty" stitched in the fabric, he wears blue jeans, and black combat boots bunching up the bottom of the jeans.

Opens one eye looking at the woman, after a long sigh he slwoly gets up and retrieves the Key "Thank you" Endy said giving a slight bow, smiling. He walks to a room, and fumbles with the key, trying to get it in the keyhole. The key refusing to work enrages Endy tempting his pataients. "Rusty peice of trash!" Endy grumbles under his breath. With that said he throws the key to the ground and slams into the door, knocking it off its hinges. He enters the cool room and glances around. "Feels nice in here..." Endy turns around and heads back to the counter, setting 5 gold coins on the counter for the woman. "Thank you for the room" Endy said "Its not a problem." The woman said with a fake cheecky smile across her face. Endy turned around and went back to the now doorless room. He sat down on the bed and began un buckling his armor and peeling it off. piece by piece.

Name: Trent Age: 18 Gender:Male Weapon: A Liberty MKIII Laser Pistol. A Katana, which is sheathed on his hip. Description:Wearing a long white jacket with fur around the neckline, He wears blue jeans. A black t-shirt with the word "Space" stitched into the fabric. His long white hair spikes down over his face. Bio: Ever since he was a child Trent dreamed of getting into space and dog fighting with the best. Now that he has his own Strike Craft, he dreams of fixing it up and getting it into Space. He and his friend Rei Are trying hard to achieve the dream of Space.

Gasping to breath, Endy let out a choked sentence. "I..*cough*..didn't mean to disturb you...but..never..*cough* and I mean..NEVER! Pick me up from off..of this land, ever again!...Or it'll be the last time you see humans, or anything.. *cough*.. AGAIN!" Staggering to his feet he exited the tavern, slaming a drunken fellow into the cobblestone interior of the tavern. "Get out of my way!" Endy gnarled, kicking the batwing doors lopsided. The drunken man fell to the floor, grasping his bottle of booze, bleeding from the nose and mouth. His teeth litterd the floor. Endy stepped out side rubbing his neck. He started towards the inn, pushing a beggar to the ground in a frusterated rage. Reaching the inn he steped inside and took a seat on a waiting bench, wondering who that Drow thought he was. Wondering why he hadn't hacked his arm off for grabbing him like that. All the rage and frusteration put him into a slight doze. He set he hand on his sword ready to kill the next person who bothers him with uneccesary comments or actions.

I am way new. I have no previous knowledge of the old Element X. But I joined this one cause it sounds interesting and I cant wait for the RPG to sart!

Walking down the dusty path, his armor making slight "clinks" and "clanks" as he walked. Reaching the gate he stopped and look at the sentry who blocked his way. "Are you just passing through, or do you have business with the Mayor?" The Sentry on the left asked. "I am simply passing by, I wish to get a sip at the tavern, and have a good nights rest." Endy replied with a tired sigh towards the end. "Knights..thinking they are all tough muscle. Hmph.." The Sentry on the right snapped "Let him through." The posted Sentry pushed open the gates and and let the Knight through. Endy walked down the dusty, streets listening for action, but the town seemed empty..almost...desserted. A child ran by Endy, tripping over his large Greaves. The child hit the ground with a loud "thud" "Owie! Why did you trip me?!" The child asked, teary eyed as he held his scraped elbow. "Get out of my way, child" Endy responds stepping over the kid and procedding to a run down tavern that apparenty had be poorly whitewashed a while back. Endy stepped into the tavern and peered around. Spoting a white haired man, with very dark skin he proceeds to advance on the man. Endy slightly taps on the mans shoulder, waiting for a reply.

Meh..howa bout...5 feet in length. Thats not big, thats would be a A Scottish Claymore, maybe smaller.

I can do that.

Is the Nova Sword to Mythical or can I use it? Its not TOO big I hope.