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Robert sniffed the air... "Both of you... shut up!" Robert looked around, then he found the source, one of ancient power, the same power he had felt in his old home... the power of the only thing, save a slayer or other vampire, that could match a vampire in pure power. Robert now knew...the werewolf that lay within Fenris... "He's free..." Robert pointed to Fenris "Watch out!" They dodged out of the way of the first strike. "Fenris... wake up, it's us! We need your power!" Robert yelled, just as Fenris swiped him out of the way with a swift backhand. Robert hit the tree with immense force, braches shook right off the tree. Fenris then focused on the Vampire... for that is the werewolf's natural enemy...

[quote name='Lord Rannos']He drained her, and decided to find a safe perch where he could survey the action.[/quote] It was then that Rannos was hit with a sudden blast of fury. He turned to see Robert waving his hand in the air. He muttered some words of power as Rei stood behind him. "Rein... shakah... HAI!" Robert yelled as the vampire...er... sort of vampire... hit the ground. "Rei, stake him!" Robert whispered, trying not to release his grip. She crept closer, then realized who it was. "But Mr. Jacobson... it's Rannos!" "It's still a vamp!" "But I think it's his costume... anyway you can free him?" "He's asleep, if we tell him of his true identity, he should wake-up and be, partially, back to normal. Like a post-hypnotic suggestion!" "What if he doesn't?" Rei said, as she tied him to a pole. "Then we stake him..." Robert walked up and then whispered in his ear. "[I]Rannos... come back to the light... we're here for you![/I]" Rannos stirred "DAMN IT BOY! WAKE UP AND BE NORMAL" With that Rannos opened his eyes... "Wh-where am I?" "Welcome to hell... care to gaze upon your dinner?" Robert pointed... "We can't get you out of the costume, but by reminding you who you are we can get you to snap out of it. Besides, we could use your strength! Now lets go... where the hell is Kara?" With that they carried on into the night... Hell was an understatement!

Robert looked at the insuing pandemoneum... he sensed no demons... exept one main source! "Damn it! I know something like this would happen! Damn kids, especially that Kara! I told her..." --------------------------------------- "Kara... I need help tonight... get that other slayer of yours and..." "Nope, won't work Rob... I'm gonna be handing out candy and dressing like a dork. You know I'd love to kill some Vampires... but I can't pass that up!" "Kara! Don't you need to..." *SLAM* the door shut as she flew out of the school... "Aw man! Wonder were that Rei is... I'll need her help! ------------------------------------------- Of course Rei never showed up... but she never does... WHEN SHE'S NEEDED! Robert watched as people slew others... even people as innocent as children rose weapons and slaughtered old men and women! "I need to do someting..." He saw Rei sneak up of to the side "Ahh! Just who I wanted to see!" Robert grinned and raised a crossbow, offering it to Rei!

Good Lord Farto... quit complaining! I mean... just cus you suck doesn't mean you can blame the system;) Haha! I, personally, love the GURPS system... if you play it right. You have to be careful and watch your moves... you get cocky and you'll get burned quick! Farto... we deserve everything we get "invisible" or impossible(eh hem demon mages) we only get what we deserve! But on the subject of role playing... the first time I showed up I was dumbfounded by everyone! Everybody was doing stuff and rolling dice while I was still trying to figure out what the hell Bearing is! But 'lo and behold, I go three times and I'm the most dedicated... you heard me farto... MOST DEDICATED... role player Xander's got! I write 3 page long journals... I plan 3 characters ahead... just in case I die early... once or twice! Besides Farto... I think the whole group would have to agree... I'm one of the only people in our group to diversify characters from myself and to actually get fully into character! In all honesty... there's the problem with being in a hack and slash group... they never think at all! But hey... we get some good laughs here and there...

Looks cool, I supose I'll give it a shot... Real Name: Damon Ryatt Codename: Demonesque... on the fly, just D Power: Fire molding, creating, and missiles Looks: A tall and slim, clad in a black jacket... not quite a trenchcoat and more then just a normal jacket. His jeans are riped and worn, as is his black shirt. He is very quiet and appears to have a cold personality from a distance. His hair is dark brown and greasy. Strands drip across his feet covering his scarred face and blue eyes. Background: He was different. That describes his childhood perfectly! He was shunned by friends, parents hated him, and teachers despised him. So he dropped out of school and left. He never really had a reason to be anywhere... or to be at all. He went where he was needed and killed who he needed. Like Arcadia said, I don't really know what the story is here... what are we doing? I'll add more to my background if I know what it is I'm doing... not that I'll probly know what I'm doing even if you tell me! Haha!

Tarpels sat down next to a pile of sand... that was taller then the others. He looked up into the sky... [I]Meesah saw ship somewhere... Ah there he is![/I] Tarpels reached up into the sky, as if he gripping something. Then a ship seemed to be drug out of the sky. Tarpels grinned at the group, "Is this a good ship?" Jayne looked at the ship... "Uh... perfect... why isn't anyone piloting it?" "Mesah no know!" Tarpels grinned at the empty ship, and then at the group again. "But it's been flying around doin nadda for some time! Mesah saw it on the way down!" The group, dumbfounded, boarded the strange ship... along with the money. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And the problem's solved... and you all thought Tarpels was useless

Tarpels looked into the air... the Beast now flew higher and higher into the atmosphere. Rylon gulped and said "Now Tarpels... d-don't be scared... ok... we'll take care of it." "Tarpels not scared... Tarpels serene!" The gungan, for the first time... looked at the beast seriously. "Mesah gonna beat this thingy's head in!" With that Tarpels sky rocketed into the air. The crazy Gungan steadily rose until it was looking the flying beast in the eyes... then smacked him with his polearm. It was at this moment that the group realized that this gungan Adept was no mere shamen... and he wielded no mere stick! The staff slammed the dragon down to earth. The Beast of Korriban landed, practically unscathed, but suprised! The beast had hurt only his pride and was winding up for a second shot at the Gungan. He stretched out his hand and lifted a large rock with his immense and until recently disguised force powers... and struck the beast, crushing the rock... and giving the dragon a boulder-sized welt on his back. It is then that Tarpels landed... facing the dragon. He then sat down, cross leged and started humming with his eyes closed. The dragon watched blankly as the Gungan hummed in chant-like form... then stood up as calmly as he sat down and smiled. "Mesah gots tah be carefull... or mesah gets too excited." Tarpels then coughed, having caught himself reverting to his primitive speach. The truth behind his "meditation" was that he had healed himself, having had a long day and needing rest. Everyone else watched on... then joined in. -------------------------------------------------------- *Hint hint...* JOIN IN! haha

*Now keep in mind... Tarpel has been running around in circles for the whole time... for he has no gun and Zombies make his gungan heart skip!* Meanwhile... back at the ranch -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Doblar and Rylon hear a thump down stairs... as the door caves in... then some more struggling... Rylon gave Doblar a nod, and they both krept downstairs to find what had happened. Their hearts beat wildly... What could it be? Where they being invaded? Could this be the end for both of them? Rylon aimed the gun around the corner ready to fire at any time... and there the creature stood! Rylon spoke... "Tarpel... what the heck are you doing? How did you nock that door down?" And all Tarpel could say and said for the next 5 minutes as he held up the door was "I so scared! I so scared..." Rylon and Doblar re-boarded the door up and left Tarpel to his convulsions... ------------------ And once again I serve my purpose... To make you people look better:)

Aight Farto... where's my cookie?! --------------------------------------- Now Doblar and the other Jedi had been holding each other at a stale-mate... As Jayne ran off for the Rancor, Tarpel's shot an arrow at the Jedi that was now chasing him... Hitting it in the leg "Me not allowed to let you pass now! You a bad person bringing ran-dar out here!" Tarpel murdered the creatures name so badly that the Jedi wondered how this moron of a Gungan knew how to walk! "You'll die now..." The jedi muttered dramatically. "Did I say somefin wong?" (not spelling errors... he just talks funny). Tarpel was oblivious to the angry Jedi who was now preparing to lung at his neck... so Tarpels readied another arrow happily. The jedi charged... "AHHH! SCARY MAN!" Tarpels leapt right beneath the lightsaber and jabbed an arrow into his gut... "Huh? Wait... I won?" Tarpels once again managed to slaughter someone by shear luck... Bow to the almighty moron! Tarpel picked up his lightsaber as another souvenire(sp?) and went over to see if Doblar was done yet. -------------------------------------------------------- *Munches cookie happily*

Name: Robert Jacobson Race: Human - Demon Hunter Age: 45 (Ya... I know...) Guts: 3 Strength: 1 Martial Arts: 1 Health: 2 Magic: 1 Work Skills: Ex - Cop who can sense demons, but doesn't trust himself... so he just assumes everyone is a demon... Just in case He has connections with the police force... but about 60% of them think he's senile and insane! Research skill: 2 Technology: 1 Ranged Weapons: 4 (gun skills) Appearance: (I like the idea!) A typical ex-cop... on medication... too much... He has a grey-brown stubble beneath his nose. It's kind of like a goatee... but not really! For clothes he wears his old worn out uniform... packs his trustee pistol by his side... and his truck keys attached to his belt loop... so no one can STEAL THEM!(not that anyone would ever steal his old rusty POS anyway) Personality: Old, paranoid, angry, paranoid, impulsive, paranoid... hm... what am I missing? Basically he runs around pointing his gun yelling... "DEMON! I KNOW IT! I CAN FEEL IT!" Bio: Spent his life on the police force, a normal person... living with his mother at a ripe young age of 32! He was beaten up as a child, whenever he wasn't sniffing glue... As he got older he only got worse... he developed a sense for the supernatural... not that it helped him any! Now he's infiltrating the school to save the world from demons and vampires... by being the one teacher everyone has to have a class with, by law... THE GYM TEACHER!

Ya, I don't consider emo a derrogatory(sp?) term, I tend to enjoy a little emo in my life here and there. For bands unmentioned... There's the All American Rejects (suprisingly unmentioned), Boxcar Racer (I think...), Taking Back Sunday... maybe... I'm no genious, but I have a few emo fans for band members... so I hear a little here and there.

OK... I haven't read the other posts so my views may be different then others. I've come to find, in my experience, that "preaching" the christian faith does nothing! I'm more for leading by example, but that's more just personal preferance on how to get the job done...(which, sadly, I'm not very good at!) Teaching the religions as manditory or something like that, I don't agree with... Not because of this seperation of Church and State thing (which shouldn't apply at all, because that's in the constitution which only applies to congress and only congress, which it says in there as well...) but because if christianity is taught there... then so should Islam, buddhism(sp?), and etc. And no offense to them, but I don't agree with those religions, and therefore don't want me or any of my future kids to have those religions pounded into them... and I'm sure non-christians of other faiths would agree with me! I believe sharing your faith is a great thing... but in school is not so much a good idea... (I'm lost... I think I had a point to this...)

That angers me... I don't actually know if this is made up or if it's true... but it disgusts me... People like that are the ones who give Christians bad names! Christian's are supposed to witness to others and try to spread the religion... THROUGH LOVE... I believe everyone should be a christian just because I think it's right, but I also believe in freedom of religion. Call me crazy, but I think cursing people is no way to let them see God's love... --------------------------------- edit: I didn't see Boba post, woops.

Actually... I came across theotaku when I was looking for episode guides for Gundam Wing (yea... I'm a cheater...). I was looking through the Gundam Wing part for some time thinking that's all it was... then I realized it was only a section of it, and the rest was quite cool! I most loved the otaku arena part... but when they stopped adding stuff to it I got bored and wanted more, so when I found out the otakuboards was there and had a whole forum to read... I bookmarked it. I then got motivated to try it for myself, so I got a username... and Anonymous Source was an idea I had recently gotten for a tv show I was going to write. I chickened out right away, so I spent some time just watching the battle arena. About 3 months later (no joke) I finally got the courage to start a battle (which ended undecisively... mind you). From there, I evolved into the mediocre poster you know today as... well me! That's my story. I was actually thinking about starting a thread like this for some time... thanks for beating me to it:D

Blades was an example... Knifes don't make noise, you can gag a person then stab them to death. Guns aren't the evil here, cerial killers don't need guns to get the job done, that's what I was getting at.

Is everyone here anti-guns? You do know that all guns do is make the death quicker... If you get rid of guns, we'll go back to swords! Thus makeing the death more brutal and the wars would last a lot longer... Just like they used to. But yea, back to the conversation at hand, why bother? Why carry around a big ol' gun when MP3 players are so small anyway... heh...

"Tarpel? Kill a person?" Tarpel looked at one of the Jedi... "Tarpel never kill a person before..." "Try it... it's easier then it looks." Rylon ran off firing... "Tarpel never tried before... hmm..." He grabbed his staff... he saw his target... the one in the middle, then closed his eyes and concentrated. [I]He'll go left as soon as I leap toward him, then dodge to my right when he sees me draw my arrow, If I look strait ahead I might hit him by suprise.[/I] So he did so, doing two complete flips in the air, then landed. As he had predicted the jedi had gone to the left, so Tarpel was looking him right in the eye, so he chucked his first arrow right at him, then the second to the left where the dark one would end up. The first arrow hit absolutly nothing, the second one struck the jedi's right arm, causing him to drop his lightsaber and have to use his left, weak, arm. Tarpel grabbed his staff and charged, the jedi swung his light saber down on Tarpel, but Tarpel saw it coming and had already rolled left and, upon jumping farther left, he slammed his staff into the jedi's knee. Tarpel then swiftly drew an arrow and his short bow... firing it at the Jedi's heart, which was blocked and incinerated by the blood red saber. "You be quick!" Tarpel grinned as he drew two more arrows, and kept his staff handy. "You're a fool, no Jedi or soldier can ever kill me, the great prophet himself told me that." "Mmm... there be a problem... for I no Jedi... I'm Tarpel!" The Jedi cocked his eyebrow at the Gungan. Gungan grinned like a child in a candy store... with a hundred dollar bill! "Okay... you no talk now? I need to kill you, Rylon told me so!" Tarpel readied his arrow. "Huh?" The Jedi was now holding back laughter, this... a mere Gungan, was threatening his life! What hillarity! "Byebye!" Tarpel fired his arrow, which the Jedi blocked with ease, but the Jedi made a mistake, he took his eyes off Tarpel, just as Tarpel knew he would! He planted his second arrow in the Jedi's heart... all blood was cut off from there and within a half a minute he was dead. "Hmm... what this?" Tarpel walked up and picked up his lightsaber. "Can Tarpel use?" "Hey... are you done over there?" one of the others shouted... "Help me out!" "Okay... Tarpel help!" He put the lightsaber in his bet and ran off to help with the rancor... for a very strange reason he wasn't dieing. --------------------------------------------------------------- K... I'm a retard when it comes to Star Wars... what's a rancor?

Denthril grinned at the elf who had just planted his arrow among the beast's eye. "Good shot, Tanis!" Denthril, then looked at the dragon, who had his other eye fixed on Denthril... So he swiftly swept out of range of that eye... to see the dragon blood dripping from the open eye wound. He swiftly stayed in that area; when the dragon moved, he did as well to stay in the blind spot. Eventually Denthril leapt onto the dragon's back, then drew his shortsword, so beautifully crafted, and planted it into his remaining eye... The dragon went insane, throwing his head all over. It was a miracle that Denthril was able to leap off the crazed being... He then watched as the dragon fell onto his back... leaving the unprotected underside perfectly ungaurded. [I]Praise Vala![/I] He grinned eagerly, then jammed both of his blades into the throat of the beast, and then, after a quick quorter twist to either side, removed them and watched as the dragon gasped for breath, choking on his own blood... and then ceased his movements... laying in a puddle of blood! It wasn't pretty... none could deny that, but it was successful... the dragon was dead. Just then Denthril winced with a sense of unease... "No..." Denthril moaned... He looked to the North "Uruk Hai!" Armies of them... "To the castle..." Gelron shouted, it was their only protection... and only hope of winning. [I]I just hope Dankuke cleared a path![/I] Denthril winced at the possibility of being kept in there once again.

I worked for $5/hour for my uncle Ken, who has a chicken house (then turkeys) and I picked up his dead birds and made sure they could eat... Do you know how hot and stuffy it is in there when they're just chicks!? Ah well... I was young and didn't know any better... I also mowed the lawn...

I also tend to feel excluded... from everything... I walk alone to classes all the time (save Phatty whenever he can) and I tend to make the impression that I'm pouting... I don't try to, but I always start out crazy and cool and stuff, then I realize that no one's listening to me/ cares if I'm even there, so I just suddenly stop talking... Then suddenly people either ignore me because they think I have mood swings (dunno where they get that, and yes I am a guy....) or that I'm just pouting, or even that I'm sick! But yea, I'm not really complaining... it's my own fault, but it kinda sucks, you know? A friend of mine is having a "party" at 7, and I'm going because my friends will be there... but I know I'll just end up being left out...

Denthril saw the other Dragon go down, [I]Thank you, Gelron![/I] The elf breathed a sigh of relief... on dragon was enough, two would be far harder... [I]Now I just hope Alcarin and all of them can take it down![/I] Denthril could almost feel the Dragon breathing down his neck... he looked to the left, and Tanis was preparing for the right moment, as was Denthril ----------------------------------------------------------- Tanis... go for it!

Toys in the Attic was cool for me because it was such a change of pace... I agree totally that it isn't near one of the best, but it's a huge change in style of plot and mystery for a Cowboy Beebop episode! And the humorous ending... [spoiler]I mean it ends up being a fridge monster for goodness' sake![/spoiler] The demented humor! I love it! It sounds like a problem I would have! But of course, I still love Jupiter Jazz more... If you can't tell yet, that's my favorite!

I watched "Are You Being Served" once at my g/f house... it was pretty hillarious... It was the one about the Japanese ppl taking over the offices... Great one! Monty Python is the best thing sinced pickled herring! I have 6 tapes with like 6 shows each... and yea, I watched them all in one day! The Holy Grail was great, but it's highly over rated... Sure it's hillarious seeing a ravenous bunny, and a limbless black knight... and the word NEE!(sp? heh...) but you've seen nothing until you've seen the random hillarity of a normal Monty Python's Flying Circus episode... Ah, yes... greatness = Michael Palin! "BICYCLE REPAIRMAN!" Heh...*looks side to side to see if anyone's listening anymore...* moving on... "And now for something completely different!"

Denthril ran past Alcarin, "Good work! You make a great diversion!" He smiled then went on faster, after the dragon that Tanis was dangling from... "Drop Tanis!" Denthril yelled, Tanis looked at him, and then nodded... Denthril was stronger then he looked, so snagging Tanis and putting him down with out losing a step was easy, but before he did he whispered. "If I were you I wouldn't try that again, though it was a good idea, Dragons answer to no rider... we took out 1, help me with one of the last two... I have a plan." He whispered the plan, the general jist of the idea was that Denthril would run around with his swords out, the shiny weapons would attract both Dragons' attentions, so the first one to reach him, Tanis would pierce his eye with an arrow, causing it to go crazy... giving Denthril time to stab the other eye then plant his sword beneath his throat... where the scales were less strong! Tanis agreed and shot for the woods... the only problem, was the other one... which he hoped Alcarin, Gelron, and company would pelt with arrows and magic... maybe catching it off gaurd as well... With a quick pray to Elbereth and two swift motions, Denthil had both blades out and was flying toward the middle of the field... but close enough for Tanis to have an easy shot at the Dragon... The Valar were overwhelmed with prays on that day...

Tarpel watched Tara walk out the door. "Hmm... Nice lady she is... don't you agree mister Kelko?" Kelko just looked at the grinning Gungan... "Ah... no talkie? Okay..." Tarpel looked out the window... there was something different about this place, of that he was sure. He kept looking around, he had the distinct feeling he was being watched... just then a cloaked figure appeared at the door, it looked at Tarpel for a moment, as did Tarpel look at him. "Who are you, oh shadowy one!" It didn't answer... Tarpel sensed many unhappy feelings and negative energy from him, what one might call the 'Dark Side of the Force,' but Tarpel knew nothing of this Force, or of this Dark Side... He just new that the poeple would always refer to him as having it and that he was a good force user... which always made him happy, though he didn't understand. "In my home, we would call you Anti-Social!" Tarpel stood up, he saw it's hand rise as if to grap Tarpel from a distance... but Tarpel knew he couldn't... Tarpel was across the room, not within arm's reach! Just then, he couldn't breath... which at first wasn't a problem for a Gungan as he was... being able to hold breath was a specialty of his! He threw his hand out, shoving the man back with his "Force Powers" and breaking the bad man's grip. "Excuse me, sir! I must shoot now..." and he spun a 360, sending one arrow flying out the window to where the Jedi and friends had gone, and another one at the unsuspecting Dark person, who took an arrow right in the shoulder before he could even blink his shady eyes. Tarpel immediatly pulled out his staff and kicked the sleeping Kelko, "You must wake now... bad man here and Tarpel no thinking he can take him alone!" The Dark one ripped out the arrow and glared hard at Tarpel with his red eyes glowing... The battle would be a tough one, and Tarpel was a lowly Shamen! [I]Why must Tarpel suffer, so?[/I]