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Name: Saerroul Tierr Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Iktotchi [IMG]http://www.starwars.com/databank/character/saeseetiin/img/eu_sm.jpg[/IMG] Biography: Was orphaned and left on the planet Duro where his adopted parents owned a shipyard. When he was old enough he began cutting a harder life for himself by working in this shipyard because he felt that his life was not balanced as he was given everything in life without consequence. When he finally decided to leave home his father gave him a gift, a custom-made starship which he mastered the ability to fly. He has strange feelings sometimes that he usually shakes off and tries to ignore, however these forces seem to drive him while in the cockpit and he has even started to "feel" through his ship to the point that he can make short light-speed jumps without the aid of a droid or nav-computer. Personality Profile: Generally quiet and shy, though he may be fueled to state his opinion should the subject rouse him. Tries to avoid confrontation. Profession: Pilot Specialist Skill: Piloting, space-craft repair, some droid maintenence and modification. Preferred Weapon: standard blaster and a vibro-blade that can attach to form a bayonette. Has since traded in his starfighter and adopted a YV-100 light freighter.

Buck knew exactly what waited for him outside of his lavish room... people. Instead of wandering about he sat at a desk before much machining gear making his own shells for the voyage while waiting for the food he had ordered via phone to arrive.

Name: Buck McClary Age: 24 Nationality: Canadian Appearance: Lightly built and slim, his face is rugged and only shaved every 3 days, his toe and finger-nails clipped once every two weeks,and black hair with a rough part on his right-side. He wears a Safari jacket over a plaid-flannel shirt and khaki pants. If he is expecting a fight or moving about in the unknown we wears a vest with loops for his shot-gun shells on the front and pockets for his tommy-gun clips on the back. he may, or may not wear a shieth on his left waist for his shotgun. Proffession: Gun-fighter (Body-guard, bounty-hunter, etc.) Reason for coming on expedition: Money, adventure Personality: Quiet and stern with sad eyes and a serious pouting face.

Name: Cannon Fury Age: 15 Occupation: Military Side (Metropolis): Sigma If military, what division: special ops If military, what rank (title, too, if there is one): Captain Skills: Robotics/Cyborg design, hacking, adaptability, tinkering, Advanced Environment Resistence, shoe-repair

Name: Namagor Taratio Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Homeworld: Tatooine Affiliate Order: Old Jedi Order Rank: Jedi Knight Class: Jedi Sentinel Lightsaber: Nama wields two yellow lightsabers, He has also extended the back end of each a quarter for a larger power supply and as well gives off a greater output (but only lasting the average amount of time) with a greater focus because of additional lenses and mirrors that focus all of the power into a blade with a one inch diameter. The lightsaber Nama wields in his right hand is troublesome and easily knocked out of working order by solid bumps and nudges and then must be hastily repaired in the heat of battle, this is the result of its hasty of it's construction when, as a padawan, his other light saber was taken from him and he had to put together a new one while running from his attacker. Lightsaber Style: Ataru: Level 2 Force Powers: Disable droid, Mind trick, Throw lightsaber, Stasis, Force breach, Force immunity, Force Deflection Appearance: Nama is around six feet tall with a medium build. He is light skinned with a light tan. He wears traditional robes that have been unfortunately repeatedly stained with oil from his constant tinkering and burned from his construction attempts and sucesses. His hair is short a mousey colored. He has blue eyes. Biography: Found aboard a Jawa sandcrawler by a Jedi Knight searching for a padawan, Nama was a slave repairing anything the Jawas needed. His incredible speed in repairs and his ingenius designs made him important to the Jawas. The process of his release required the trade of this Jedi's starfighter for his release. After a year of training and odd jobs for parts, a new design for a fighter was built and the two escaped the desert planet and travelled to Degaba. Before they could complete the journey however they were intercepted by a small fighter ship and came under attack, this vessel met its end from Nama's ship's enormous lightsaber mounted to the underside of the ship, but not until the Jedi trainer met his end by a blaster bolt sent directly into the cockpit. He found refuge aboard a trading vessel and managed to repair his ship by trading some of his possesions. He completed his journey and, after the funeral of the departed Jedi, was given a new master and so his training was completed. On a routine mission to the senate on a bodyguarding mission, once again a fire fight was started in the lobby, his master took on one attacker and defeated him, but not until he was hit by a poisonous dart that brought his demise. Nama was now fleeing his opponent whom had managed to take hid lightsaber from him. He managed to complete a crude and troublesome alternate that brought his attacker down. When a master was sent to assess the situation, he found Nama's defence perimiters he had set up to be quite satisfactory, and so he was bestowed with the rank of Jedi Knight, which brings us to modern day where he can be found in his private hanger upgrading his fighter or repairing droids to maintain the temple or the craft. Personality: Quiet and very personal, Nama prefers keeping to himself working on his projects, many think he is afraid that death surrounds him and takes those who manage to get close to him. This is also why many think he has not yet taken a padawan of his own. However despite this closed personality, he is seen at and rituals and ceremonies being held and is quite friendly and happy when working with technology and always willing to teach others some of his expertise. Other: Aside from his twin lightsabers that he uses in combat Nama also has in his possesion many, many droids, preferring the astromech variety. As well he has his old starfighter, this is a custom ship from the ground up with a round-nosed, pointed cockpit rested between two pods which extend far forward then at their rears flatten and then bulge around an engine cluster. For atmospheric combat, two pair of foils, one pair at the front, one pair at the back allow stabalization while four vertical foils allow turning capabilities. Though only patches of armor are available, it posseses a powerful sheild generator in its left forward pod, while a large turbolaser cannon is mounted on the other pod. Its final weapon and Nama'a point of pride is its large and intesly focused lightsaber that is mounted under the cockpit and points downward for flyby and swooping slahes. This fighter has been named the "Ship Breaker" for its heavy weaponry. Final Question Did you think the way the Sign Up was laid out allowed you to form a unique character more easily or did you find it restrictive, put simply was it good or bad ? I thought it was good because you could wiggle in it, but it allowed enough restriction to keep people from godmodding.

Name: Brian Surefoot Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: thin build, muscular, caucasian, blue eyes, black hair Colour: Black Zord: Beaver Personality: Likes sexy women, causes him to be distracted easily. Heavy drinker. Goes off into his own world sometimes.

Name: Mentol Snare Age: 17 Gender: male Country: Gellia Unique~ (Every outcast has one thing unique about their physicle form witch makes them stand out as a soldier's descendent. Each outcast also has one 'mental' abnormality that may remain unknown except to themselves) Physicle: A large, spade shaped bone crest that sticks out of his fore head and sheilds his eyes from the sun Mental: Can work his way through any Mechanical system Description: Tall, thin, large hands and feet, wears a long, un buttoned tan coat and blue jeans. Carries a pocket Swiss Army Knife. Personality: Doesn't talk much, prefers to think, some people think he's constantly focused on one thing trying to figure it out. Never annoy him, never make fun of him he has a very short fuse and is quick to react. Background: Has been wandering from city to city pondering questions in his head. He finally found the school and thought it was a beautiful place to sit and think instead of walking all the time. So, now he is usually found sitting on the edge of a fountain in the shade of a large tree on the school grounds thinking.

*Jack was "down below foraging some food on a tin plate. So far he had a few apples, a few pickles, some salted pork, a peice of bread, and finally a flask of mead. Then he walked over to "his" barrel, grabbed the cap, and in one solid motion jumped into it and sealed the lid. He started eating quickly sitting atop the sack that now only contained a wad of bills, a few blankets and a pillow. He would collect some finer things later.*

Brad wandered about the cafeteria slipping things he was swiping from peoples lunches in his pockets, then he found a table and started eating some Pocky sticks while emptying the rest of his food from his pockets.

Name: Brad *age will not be included... you are 11* Gender: male Nationality: cocasian (From Canada so he can speak English and French) Personality: Is a pyro and wants to fly. He lost his eyebrows in a "lab experiment" with "rocket fuel". Moved here from Canada and has a very short fuse. Moved quickly through puberty but because of the "lab experiment" he has not been able to gain chest hair. Appearance: Grey hair, tall for his age but thin, Blue eyes. Bio: Moved here from Canada this year and he has a short fuse, wants to fly and lost his eyebrows in a "lab experiment" with "rocket fuel". Likes trying to "get with the ladies" but fails most of the time. Weaponry: Left-over "rocket fuel", lighter, hockey stick "scythe"

((I deleted the post that put me in the wrong place sorry for the inconvenience)) Jack realised that Issac is following him so he turns into a dark alley so as not to draw attention to them then turned grabbed Issac by the shirt and hauled him close to his face. "Look kid I don't need some snot-nosed punk kid following me around, now beat it!" And Jack walked off and a book fell out of his "goody" bag.

On of the sailors kicked a large barrel down the loading plank, upon closer inspection an eye could be seen looking through a hole in it. Jack kicked the side that his feet were against and the cap flew off. "Hey you!" yelled the ship's guard. "Time to run!" Jack said an took off across the harbour and rans straight into the blind kid and grabbed him as he fell into the mist. "Woh!" Jack pulled the kid up and hid behind a fruit stand nearby.

Name: Jack Age: 19 Gender: erm... *checks* Male! Appearance: well built but not muscular, grey-full hair, blue eyes, wears a simple shirt and pants both loose and made of leather, also wears a black long coat that stretches down to his ankles. Personality: is neutral to everyone, has a knack with getting the ladies, light hearted and easy going, shows alot of gentlemanly traits that seem out of place in his occupation, never tells alot about himself. Magic: Can cause explosions at distances, but they are very minor. Bio: He has always lived on ships, going from one to another by sneaking aboard at the different ports, has alot of knoledge that he gained from books he reads after stealing them, seems to turn heads when he lands in some cities Weapons/epuipment: rapier, dagger, a buckler (the top part that he detaches from his lantern, he uses it as a hand-held sheild) with a small blade sticking out of it, several items and bit of partchment and this and that that he stuffs in his pockets, a large sack that contains all the "goodies" he has stolen from people. Other: can go un-noticed anywhere.

The Jukebox on the main page isn't working. I've waited an hour and it still hasn't played any music. I think you should add a frame that reacts to the pulldown menu and brings up the midi music player thing in it. That should work to fix the problem. Either way it should get fixed soon.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Lady Asphyxia [/i] [B][size=1]Perhaps it's just because you meant ion the word, but this piece reminds me of the book, Road To Terabithia. It's about these two kids -- a girl and a guy -- who use the wood land to escape from school and the family. [/size] [/B][/QUOTE] You read Bridge to Terabithia?

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Name: Brad Thompson Age: 19 Gender: Male Side: Good Side (Descendant) Appearance: an orange with black stripes neko person wearing nothing but his jeans that are torn off at the knee Bio: This guy was sitting by a pool of water thinking one day and Brad just kinda fell from a tree hit a rock and crawled out of the water with amnesia. He grew up as an outcast in the city and has had bad feeling towards people all his life Weapons: 2 Desert Eagles, 1 katana Magic Powers/Attacks: Natural Life: Being a neko means that Brad has grown up facinated by nature and has developed the ability to give things like rocks, trees and even water a mind of its own so it can fight with him.

Haven't you people ever heard of EverQuest? Its pretty close to .hack's "theWorld". There are tons of others out there too, just look for them. OtakuBoards, with the right programming skills could be like that too.

I live in Canada! Lower Canada not Eskimo Canada. Now I gotta go play with my pet beaver Chuckie. Chuckie Give Me Back My Toque! :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

I had to do a news paper article for a class project, so I did an opinion piece on school uniforms. I asked around the class and it turns out 50% of the guys don't care, 50% are against them, 50 percent of girls are against them, and 50% don't care as long as the have "cute, short skirts". Girls are so naive (but you gotta love 'em :laugh: ). So in conclusion uniforms might be alright, as long as we get to help choose what they will be.

I like Mac Beth it was a good play. I was good because of the thought put into it. The betrayal of the king by his own knight under the influence of his wife. The wife going insane. The defeat by a freind. Truely a work of art.

I could make that smaller if you'd like?

Okay I'd like to clear this up: Mariama is young yes. But a warlord? No. Actually it was Dekim Barton telling her what to do and what to bileive.