AnonymousSource

Well actually my name came from an idea I got for a movie... It's about a guy who Anonymously tips off the police... Thus being called the Anonymous Source(there's more to it then that, don't worry, it's not that crappy;)) And so I was on msn the day I came up with it and I made my msn name AnonymousSource just to make people ask... and then I'd brag about my movie (you know how that is!). That was about the time I finally got the guts to join this site (yet, it still took me a good 3 months before I would post) and so I took my msn name, which I thought was quite cool, and used it for Otaku... and they all lived happily ever after... or something

Denthril motioned to Gelron...\ "What do we do?" He watched the Dragons circle, as vultures do while waiting for something to slowly die. "Wait... they'll attack soon... hopefully others will join us!" Gelron watched as intently as Denthril did. "Hopefully!" Denthril repeated... ---------------------------------------------------------- That's a que, by the way... Do you know how impossible it is to fight one on one with a dragon!

Tarpel grinned at the craziness...[I]People are so crazy...[/I] Just then his sense began tingling... "Mmph... The feeling... the darkness..." He cluthched the wookie, as he felt so much power that it hurt... He quickly closed his senses a slight bit so he could regain the strength to stand... then sat down in the sand. "What the..." Jayne looked at the Gungan, who seemed to be... meditating... Tarpel sat motionless... doing nothing, saying nothing, as if he was a simple vegetable, waiting to be watered. Just then he snapped awake! "This way..." The Gungan looked ahead, then grabbed his staff for a walking stick... he trudged on to where he felt the power eminating.

Tarpal overheard Rylon and Jayne, and he agreed with one thing... The evil powers were strong here, and the "Dark Jedi," were likely to be watching them at this very moment. They walked through the graveyard that is Korriban... The group of warriors appeared quite strange to anyone who was watching... which was highly unlikely, being in the middle of nowhere... in every literal sense! The group ranged from Wookies to Gungans to washed up soldiers... it never ceased to amaze Tarpal how the republic could get such strange people into one place for such circumstances... Tarpal sensed they were going the right way, since the strength of the dark "force" as these people called it was getting stronger (up until recently, he thought he was special, being just a very powerful "Shamen"). "I do believe we are getting closer to something... what is a good question..." Tarpel sighed, staying serene as usual, but yet feeling a tingle of fear...

(Should I? I think I shall!:D) ------------------------------------------------------------ Jayne turned and reloaded, as one of the two Jedis walked over and removed the head, handing the arrow to Tarpal, "Excuse me... but aside from the burst of speed, I used no Force!" He grinned seemingly careless... "By the way, my hearing is far well, and on that matter, what is this... as you say Ran-cor?" He sounded through the strange new word as he cleaned his arrow off in the dirt and on his robe... Looking up only to see Jayne's face as he stared on in disbelief... "Well?..." The gungan skipped on up to his side... much intent on hearing what this being was.

Tarpal stared at the fell mantis beeing... "Do tell... what is that thing again?" Tarpal sat cross-leged in the sand Jayne looked at him with one eyebrow cocked to the side, then looked back to the flailing mantis, "Um... an Ackley!" though he did not say it aloud, it was obvious what he was thinking, [I]How could one being remain so oblivious to the danger right in front of them, and not even know what they were facing?[/I] "Fascinating!" Tarpal grinned... "May I take a shot at him, now that he's down?" Rylon looked at what he had for weapons... and then chuckled. "Go for it Skinny! If your little sticks can do anything!" "Thank you sir," He stood up and bowed to the man... Then took off at top speed. He leapt into the air, the extreme heat causing sweat drops to form, the Shamen raised his staff and brought it down upon the monster's head. The crew looked on in amazement, as Tarpel drew one arrow and his short bow, the mantis wasn't seeing strait, having a concussion, as well as an extreme headache... and Tarpel lept many feet into the air, drawing a dead bead on the back of the Ackley's throat. The arrow flew with such speed and precision... as if it was an old fasioned gun shot... and planted itself directly in and through the throat. He landed to the side and watched as the mantis choked, gasped... and died... "I would much like to have my arrow back," He turned to the nearest Jedi, "Would you please sever the head so I may retain it? For I am now one short of 16... and there seems to be no more sticks in sight..." ------------------------------------------------------ Heh... technology...pssh!

With his elven eyes Denthril caught a glimpse of Danuke killing orc after orc, and to his right Gelron's strength faded... he could feel it. He looked back to Danuke, [I]NO![/I] he saw an easterling, two levels up, approximately, preparing his bow to snipe out Denuke, who was oblivious to the man. [I]Now what?[/I] Denthril had to think fast... In one hand his dagger, the other his short sword...[I]Danuke's life is in danger, he's in the most strategic position. Gelron I'll help as well, but this must be done first...[/I] Denthril took off after one of the dragons, who dove at him as well... Denthril lept atop the Dragon, but continued running, and let his blade slide between the Dragons hard scales as he ran. Denthril reached the tail just as the Dragon's enormous head veered around to torch the elf, now about a houndred feet into the air, Denthril lept toward the tree line simultaneously to the Dragon letting his flame fly, scorching no one but himself... As Denthril fell he let his dagger fly as well, the dragon's cry of pain, and sudden death had caught the Easterling's attention, briefly, but before he could let the arrow fly, the dagger struck his arm. This ruined his aim, causing the arrow to soar to the far right of Danuke, which gave him the perfect opportunity to strike, sending the Easterling to the plunging death that so many had met before him... Denthril grabbed a high tree branch, falling to his feet, looking to Danuke, who saluted him, and continued up. [I]More distractions, he needs to make it up![/I] He ran to Gelron's side... "Let's finish the final pair, we need to make sure Danuke makes it up!" "Precisely..." Gelron nodded.

Well, I can't say I ever talked to her, clashed or agreed on an opinion with her, or even have been in the same RPG or other thread with her... but I have always admired her from a distance. I always have enjoyed reading the RPG's made by her and the ones she participated in... as well as the many battles she took part in. I have long admired her skill in posting RPG's, Battles, and about everything I've seen from her. All in all, even though I have no real connection to you conversation-wise... I will miss your style and contributions to the site.

My mom and my sister scrapbook frequently... and spend a lot of time and money on it. One might call them, "Serious" scrapbookers. They go to overnight scrap booking parties, have a special bag(huge, and has wheels, which is so cool!) for holding their stuff. We have about 6 cubbords full of scrapbooking stuff! Seriously! Boxes upon boxes... they sometimes do it just because they're bored... then will go 12 hours... without eating! I swear it's a cult or something...

You know I was just going to say... I loved the other three and thought they looked SO much like the actual characters... but this one doesn't so much. Don't get me wrong... it's a great sketch, and I'm not a good art critique so I can't tell you what exactly it is that doesn't look alike, but this one doesn't look like the actual character like the Jack Sparrow and Frodo & Sam pictures did... But it was still quite good!

[URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=36225]I'm putting this in here for my own sake and referances...[/URL] because I have this horrible habbit of forgetting my own character's name:S! If you want info on someone go ahead and use it as well! ------------------------------------------------------------ Tarpal steps out onto the desert...[I]hmmph...[/I] he moans briefly, then continues to walk... A man beside him keeps dropping into a fighting position and glaring at some of the other crewmen...[I]Hm... What a silly man![/I] Tarpal grins "I feel it necessary to bring up the subject of duty now... For I have no idea what we are meant to do here!" Tarpel pronouces every syllabul as perfectly as a Gungun possibly could, drawing a few odd glances... He grins at the people looking at him now, and repeats his question, "What exactly must we do?"

Ya dude... I don't want you kicked out or nothing, so I'd copy all the last few posts and edit them into the first one... then delete the ones that are no longer necessary... because dbl posting=death here! (er... something)

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"GET DOWN YOU FOOLS!" The group heard from behind them.. it was Denthril! Denthril had almost reached the mountains when he noticed the group go past him, so he had been yelling at them and running for some time... they finally heard! "Denthril, how did you do it?" Gelron patted the elf on the back, upon falling face down to avoid the arrows... "Do what?" Denthril looked at the wise wizard with his head cocked to the side... arrows rained down like acid above them... hitting close to, but not on, the group every time. "Why... kill Salubia of course! I felt it..." Gelron grinned "What?" Denthril was even more confused, the wise wizard felt him killing Salubia... but how? "I never killed him... I only killed the general who was bringing a strategy to conquer you, I cut Salubia off by barring the door with my spare Longsword." "Then what could I have felt?" Gelron looked on at the castle, the orcs had held their fire now, and were now most likely in the process of spotting them right now... eventually they'd begin their fire agian, and less blindly! "Perhaps Shrinkin is more powerful then we thought, and even has the ability to mess with the mind of a Wizard!" Denthril drew his dagger... and whipped it at what looked like the leader of the archers, who fell from his perch immediatly. "Perhaps we'll have to see him fall to know for sure... or maybe something else happened. If you didn't kill him, maybe someone else did..." Gelron grabbed his staff, "I know what I felt, and I won't leave the castle until I see him dead!" "I'm all over that one!" Alcarin grinned, as she to drew her weapon... "After you... Wise Wizard..." Denthril nodded to Gelron, and then to Danuke.

*Woah... Deja Vu!* Well ya... I like Cowboy Beebop as well, but unlike Elrik, I tend to enjoy the pot-based episodes... For one thing the plot itself is great (However short it is to develop!) and there's a lot of good dramatics in that plot... My favorites are Ballad of a Fallen Angel, Jupiter Jazz p2... which has the most awesome ending, and The very last one. The music is awesome... I have almost every song that appears on that show downloaded onto my computer... If I knew where to find the soundtrack I'd buy that, too! I really don't mind the stand alone episodes, too, I don't have a preference at all(plot-heavy or stand alone), I just love this series and am 2 DVD's away from owning the whole thing...

It's like a bad Monty Python movie! haha Nah it was hillarious... The "It's too random" line does really remind me of the General dude on Monty Python, though *best impression* "No- No! Stop the sketch!" Turns to face camera, "it's too silly!" "Now for something completely different..." (There's my 2 cents worth)

I am currently in a band that has no name... we have thrown around about 100(I kid you not!) and we still have nothing! I play guitar, but my specialty now is writing lyrics/music and lead vocals. The band is looking awesome... and we're lookin at a show soon! We're working on covers mostly, right now, but our stuff we're making ourselves ain't half bad either... I guess you could define us as Punk/Emo... but I don't want to be labeled... I just want to play a bunch of everything, from Metal to Punk, that's my eventual goal!

"Things are going nicely. But I see flaws in how you are attacking the seven. Retreat, then surround the woods and attack that way. Push them into the middle, then they will be defenseless," "Of course general, it will be done," The voices in the other room stated. [I]Of course! They're gonna kill them... that's great![/I] Denthril sighed... [I]What do I do?[/I] Denthril saw on the table, his elven shortsword and his duel longswords...[I]Ah man! How do I get them now? Salubia's gaurding them like a hawk... and I barely stand a chance against him WITH my full armour and strength... I don't even have a weapon beyond my tiny dagger and worthless Schimitar...[/I] Denthril slumped around the corner; [I]Now my comrades have to die... Just because I can't think on my own! Elbereth, give me something... anything![/I] "Well well... let's go check on our guest... what do you say?" [I]That's it![/I] Denthril looked to the sky, and then prepared for the men to leave. Salubia left with 4 of his elite orcs, and the General prepared to leave and do as he was ordered. Two other orcs sat near the doorway Salubia walked through. Denthril leapt to action, first throwing his dagger swiftly to the General walking out, striking his left shoulder squarly. With the left arm he threw the schimitar that impaled the far right gaurd strait in the cheast... disrupting his breathing and causing blood to flood into his lungs. "Well... Not as I had aimed for, but it will work!" He grabbed his Longswords and short then turned and slashed with his swiftly drawn longsword, removing the head of both orcs (which includes the previously impaled one.). With that very same sword, he shut the large doors and held them closed with his Longsword... He heard Salubia and his orcs trying to pull the door open, to no avail. Denthril turned and saw the orc General pull the elven dagger out of his shoulder wound, causing black blood to gush down his arm. "Should have killed me! You fool!" The general hissed. "You shouldn't have threatened my comrads..." Denthril charged, as he drew his elven blade, and swiftly removed the general's head. "You're safe for now, my friends!" Denthril sighed in relief. [B]BANG! BANG! BANG![/B] "They have a battering ram? In a castle?" Denthril muttered, then waisted no time in turning and dashing for the stairs. It would be no time before he reached the group once again, at least with his speed it would! He put on his armour and shoes as he ran, then out the door he dashed for the mountains, it would be dawn by the time he reached the battlefield, but not a minute into nightfall... of that he was sure!

Aight Farto... you win! ------------------------------ Name: Tarpal Species: Gungan(gotta go with tradition!) Gender: Male Class: Force Adept/Shamen Homeworld: Naboo (right?) Weapons: A staff and a shortbow("Primitive Weapons" - Force Adept skill... you taught me well farto!) Other Gear: Packs light for extra nimbleness... only the essentials. Force Abilities: ...umm whatever it is that allows him to pick up things, knight speed, healing(dunno if there is one really... but ya...), and force sense Abilities: Acrobatic, observant, and and unusually intellegent for a Gungan Favored Attribute: Nimbleness/vitality Appearance: A slightly built Gungan, yet majestical. He styles a white flowing robe that is left unbuttoned showing his light brown cotton-esque shirt and pants. He wears a green belt around his waist and a short bow across his back from upper left to lower left, and the staff held on by a string from upper right to lower left across the back as well. His quiver of 16 arrows(exactly, call it a quirk) is placed across his belt on the back, in a position to either place it in his bow or to throw it dagger-style at his opponnent. Biography: A man of Gungan ancestry, he left the underwater cities for a life among the wild. He was (and still is) quite renowned for his mystical properties and nimbleness, given the title of "Shamen," he very well could have lead a rebellion and the only ones left would have been the king and his family, making him an easy ruler... but instead he desired peace among the woods. Hating the brutality of modern weapons, he carved his own staff and short bow, puting his love of nature into the designs along the edges and his passion for peacful tranquility in his short bow. He made/makes his own arrows, but rarely needs to use it or make new ones when he does, seeing as he rarely misses his target(s ), never has trouble getting back the lost arrows. Other needed info: Tranquil and primitive, yet lethal and profound.

An elven man lie upon a table of some sort, his arms bound and chained... he looks up to find 6 grinning orcs gazing down upon him, saliva dripping from their mouths... "Where have you taken me? Where am I?" Denthril moaned wincing from a drop of rancid saliva that had plummeted from one of their mouths. The one right above his head sucked in saliva, a most horrifyingly disgusting sound, and proclaimed deviously, "Master Salubia wanted me to bring you here!" "What for?" Denthil's hand moved ever so slightly behind his back. "To be torchured of course!" The orc gave a piercing high-pitched cackle that made Denthril wince once again. His hand slithered to the left once again. "Well mister orc... you ARE quite intimidating and your rancid breath certainly must make you quite popular with the lady orcs... but I do believe you have one major fault." His right hand raised up and drew the orc's schimitar, while the other one grabbed the orc by the neck; the other 5 jumped back in suprise at the elf's escape, "You tie horrible knots!" With that he kicked out the two orcs by his feet and leapt up and behind the orc, pulling his head around with him, and with a nautious snap of the neck the orc fell to the floor. Denthril looked at the schimitar and then back to the orcs, then he slashed the one to the left in one swift outward movement of the blade. The orc swung around, his blood gushing from the open wound, and falling to the floor in a heap. The third and fourth orcs charged and brought their curved schimitars down upon Denthril, who slipped nimbly between the two. The orcs attempted to bring the blades up to get him again, but only in vain as Denthrils left foot held down the left blade and the stolen schimitar held the other one down. Denthril sidekicked the right on out a nearby window and the other one he impaled with his freed up schimitar. The orc's saliva and blood spurted out his mouth and flew all over Denthril's face, he pulled the dirtied schimitar back out and let the orc fall face-first into the floor. Denthril looked up to the remaining two opponents, seeing one charge him, and then glancing to the table that he used to lay on, seeing his blade magically returned (as was its enchantment). Denthril bypassed the orc and slid up to the table where he grabbed his dagger. The failed attack didn't discourage the fifth attacker, as he ran up to slice the cocky elf in half while he was sliding his hands along his once lost companion. The blade missed its target as Denthril stepped to the right, and as if in slow motion, drew his dagger, tossed it gently (as if just letting go and letting it hover), and shoved it into the openning of the foul orc's jaw, right through and piercing the back of the throat. He noticed the other orc attempting to flee, and with the flip of his wrist, had a dagger impaled in the back of his head. Now Denthril was barely clothed, having only a cloth of what was left of his old elven garment(sp?) which fit like a loin cloth around his belt. "Let's see... Where would my weapons be?" Denthril felt a tingling sensation in his nose. "That's it!" And he followed his sense power, but he'd need to stay low, if he gets caught this time he'd die for sure!

The group was fast, but the orcs were faster... Denthril knew they had no chance of making it... The thundering clatter of the orc's deathly black armor drew ever nearer... Denthril could just take off, but didn't because if the group gets caught, he would die right along with them and not as a coward being starved all alone! They drew nearer and nearer... Denthril new there was only one way to survive... "Go on!" He shouted as he slowed his pace, turned, and drew his Long swords. "What are you doing?" Gelron yelled as he continued running... "JUST GO!" He shouted... then the orc army seemed to swallow Denthril... and slowed almost to a hault... then raised their arms in victory and continued their charge... but they had already ran far enough ahead to make it to the tower easily... but Denthril, they feared, was now dead, never to battle with them again...

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Toorima [/i] [B]There is this one guy at my school. He is the craziest person I have ever seen in my entire life. He claims to be the Muffin Man, and the King of the Leprachauns(sp?). He's really weird, but we all are! Guess what, that weird person...IS ME! [/B][/QUOTE] I wanna shake your hand for some odd reason... Admitting that you have a problem is the first step to making it worse and annoying the pants off of every person in town...

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Ryoko T.D.C. [/i] [B]Not this girl! She'll bark at you, growl at you, hug you when you don't want to be hugged, and straight out annoy you! Personly, between all of my friends I'm the smart/weird one. But not that weird to where I'll bark at you. [/B][/QUOTE] Yup...you're right... that is weird! (I can't believe I'm actually saying that!) -------------------------------------------------------------- And Ghost... I've never heard you bark before... You and ur friends are weird... but not mentally challenged as this girl sounds! (Just clarifying so that people won't think Ghost's a basket case, since she left it wide open! haha)

I am currently in a band and have wrote 5 rock songs... there's a thread around here somewhere that I posted them in... If I could find it I'd show you my work, and a few new stuff I'm doing, but that's not what this is for! I write a lot of music, especially when I have an overflow of emotions of some sort, happy, sad, angry, anything works, really! I like to think I write good songs, and I get really excited when something is working for me, but I'm not a very good judge because I am the one who made it... My friend (the bassman in our group) does MOST of the musical stuff, and he says he likes my work, too. I write a good start, but he perfects it... We are getting a new recording system that copies songs onto the computer from the mixing board, so I might get some sound clips to put in here someday! Right now we aren't messing with new stuff a whole lot, we're mostly just trying to learn a few covers (Smells Like Teen Spirit-Nirvana... I'm a baritone trying to sing that high... without head tone!) so we can do a good show somewhere and then we'll work on our own stuff more once they begin to shower us with money... or vegetables...

Um... I am that weirdo... frankly! I tend to get crazy and have a things for immitations, and a lot of my school popularity is based on sports and... normalness... Needless to say, I'm not well liked, to tell the truth, but I don't really mind! I hang out with other not-normal people and they can be the most loyal friends you could ever make... While I'm not as bad as the girl you mentioned... I'm far from what most people define as "Normal."