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[font=Trebuchet MS]Banning LOTR and Harry Potter? What, kids can't read anything made up? So now imagination is innapropriate. Great. I'm just glad that there's no way this can be officially enforced. Farenheit 451!? Teaching children to question laws? To have opinions? [i]Gasp.[/i][/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]Just a few questions... How do we know when to post, exactly? Is there an order in which people post, or something that needs to be done during that time? [i]Or [/i]are we just supposed to turn our brains on and use common sense...? ^^; EDIT: Riiight. I figured it was written somewhere. XD [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]I really don't think this thread is going to generate any coherent discussion. In the future, anime_kitty, try giving more information. Formulate a basic plot before you ask for someone else to do just that for you. That wouldn't be fair, now would it? ^_~ Also, please work on your overall post quality. All caps gets annoying to read. [size=2]Midnight Rush, please stop sp[/size][/font][font=Trebuchet MS][size=1][size=2]amming and playing Mod[/size][/size][i][size=1][size=2]. [/size] [font=Century Gothic] [/font] [/size][/i][font=Trebuchet MS][size=1][b]Thread Closed.[/b][/size][/font][i][size=1] [/size][/i] [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]Actually Venge, people are supposed to do this sort of thing here as well as create discussions for current RPs. So the thread is fine where it is. ^_~ As for the images in a RP idea, of course you can. New ideas are what attract people, so go crazy. ^^ [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]Atti, I [i]vehemently [/i]believe in the seperation of church and state. It's one of the things I want to see completely in effect in the future. However, sperating church and state has nothing ot do with [i]privately [/i]expressing religion. If for whatever reason a kid wants to read something religious, then so be it. As long as no one tries to cram religion down someone else's throat, I'm fine with it. Whether or not you take away religious adornment has absolutely nothing to do with what people say. If someone were to say [quote][/font]?Oh, you?re gay? I guess I won?t see you in Heaven then?.?[/quote] [font=Trebuchet MS] then they would have said it whether or not they were carrying a Bible with them. Taking away a physical object does nothing to change someone's beliefs. [quote][/font] [size=1]Not only to I find that statement to be grossly idiotic but I also find it to be most offensive. Who are you to say that idea of "Do undo others as you would have them do unto you" is not followed ? I can quite assuredly say than I follow the ideals of my religion as do tens of millions of people across the globe. The fact that you go on to saw that using the creed of any organised religion as a source of morality is to be ignorant of it's history and goals proves to me once and for all that you are completely intolerant of religion. I am well aware of the history and goals of religion I think it is you who are not, perhaps if you read a Bible sometime you might heard of a thing called the [b]Ten Commandments[/b] or a being called [b]Jesus Christ[/b], if you haven't or choose to disregard them then your above point is moot at least in regard to the Catholic Church.[/size][/quote] [font=Trebuchet MS]That. That last thing right there. That was what you said people wouldn't do. I'll leave it until later in my post, however. What I think Sciros meant was that "Do unto others..." is generally an accepted moral in religions, but [i]is really [/i]not [i]followed very well. [/i]Just look at schools. Considering that some bully somewhere must be religious, wouldn't you think they'd follow that rule? No, no they wouldn't. They probably wouldn't even think about it. Not every single religious person is going to be completely benign or follow their religion [i]perfectly[/i]. As for the whole [quote][/font][size=1] I am well aware of the history and goals of religion I think it is you who are not, perhaps if you read a Bible sometime you might heard of a thing called the [b]Ten Commandments[/b] or a being called [b]Jesus Christ[/b], if you haven't or choose to disregard them then your above point is moot at least in regard to the Catholic Church.[/quote] [size=2][font=Trebuchet MS] thing, there is something severely wrong with that. What you basically said was "I'm not listening to you because you don't agree with my religion". Come [i]on[/i].[/font][/size] [/size]

[font=Trebuchet MS]Alright, first my views: I think it's alright for someone to wear any religious clothing they want too, as long as it's not obviously dangerous (like said dagger). I think it'd be alright for the kid to read a bible during class as long as he doesn't start preaching or anything. I really don't agree with a school's [i]sanction [/i]of a particular religion, like say, CCD or other religious practices in school that are basically rule. Schools that focus on certain religion (unless they're private, which is alright I guess because no one other than someone of that particular religion would be applying anyway, unless the school was really good or something). But even then, a private school should not refuse to accept someone for their religion. Many of you fail to notice Godel's willingness to debate as well. She doesn't want to flame you, she just wants to discuss (which she's said numerous times) and judging by some of the rabid responses, you need to tone it down a bit, methinks. Thanks to the poeple who were [i]civil [/i]about this. And Midnight Rush, your post is spam.[/font] [quote] Please enlighten me... I'm rather bamboozled.[/quote] [font=Trebuchet MS]Please enlighten [i]me. [/i]I'm rather [i]bamboozled [/i]about why such an old member thinks he has the right spam. You know the rules.[/font][font=Trebuchet MS] [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]Could everyone please elaborate on what your saying a little more? Most of the posts here have been incredibly vague (not to mention short). If the current quality of posting continues, I may have to close this thread, so don't make me do that. ^^[/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]Okay, dark [i]king[/i] (^_~), I'm going to [i]sort of [/i]side with you, and be the one to say that [i]I believe [/i]that [i]you believe[/i] that once you get this 'ki level' to 500, you'll be able to make visible energy fireworks or what-have-you. However, I'm pretty sure that [i]real [/i]chakra is used to enhance meditation. I recall something about chakra beads [i]and [/i]something about ki points, but it's more aesthetic than anything. If you want to believe it, then fine. But I'm relatively certain you'll be disappointed once you some how determine that you've reached 500, and nothing happens. It seems to me that you simply [i]want [/i]to believe all of this. I've never seen Naruto, but I [i]do [/i]know that watching anime doesn't count as researching the Zen. I'm not saying that's [i]all[/i] you did to learn more about it, but since you've mentioned that anime so much (and even attributed it to your belief), it seems like most of your belief in a tangible presence of chakra is heavily influenced by just that show alone. [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]A good Roleplay is hard to create. It can take a long time; some of the best take months of planning. If you write a Roleplay on Otakuboards itself, chances are you didn't put in as much effort as you could have. Here are some points in RPs that appeal to me: [b]Innovation: [/b]Everyone likes new ideas. Take a step away from old clichés (unless it's [i]about [/i]clichés, like one that's in the Inn right now) If you have new, interesting ideas, chances are some people will join. A generic warrior-saves-damsel storyline isn't really all that eye-catching. The same goes for all the other over-used genres that some people adapt into their writing (which isn't necessarily a [i]bad [/i]thing if adapted [i]well). [/i][b]Media Appeal: [/b]Lately, many RP creators have decided to incorporate html and music among other things into their writing. Using such things can add more tone to writing than just plain text, and music can modify any tone the writing may create. Just look at Kill Bill. During fight scenes, QT didn't usually use dramatic music. He used upbeat, fun tunes that made the violence more playful and amusing (in a sort of sadistic way), rather than applying the stereotype that fighting has to be serious. [b]Grammar & Spelling: [/b]Let's face it: correct (or at least [i]near [/i]correct) English looks a lot nicer (and is easier on the eyes) than 1337 and Netspeak. Which is more dramatic to you: [i]He raised his sword... *raises sword* [/i]And that was just a small example. The bottome line is this: A proffesional RP will get proffesional RPers. [b]Standards: [/b]I wouldn't really want to join a Roleplay in which the creator will accept anyone who applies. Too many people could apply, and it would become confusing. And in Roleplays, confusion is bad. ^^; If I think of any others, I'll update this post. Good luck, RP creators! [font=Arial][size=1]Oh, and Misenki: Mods [i]will [/i]take care of it. [i]Ourselves. [/i]^^[/size][/font] [/font]

[color=Black][font=Trebuchet MS]You will notice that many posts from this thread have been removed (because of this, there are some multiple posts, but those are fine). I did this for several reasons (and chose this over blatently closing the entire thread) First, many of the posts were simple provocations to other players. It's kind of pointless to write a one-sentence post that only says you're going to beat another player ^^ Secondly, some of the posts had little or nothing to do with the battle. If you want to discuss something, then use Private Messages or one of the many, free Instant Messaging services. Post in here to ask questions that pertain to the battle, as in if it's [i]okay [/i]if a certain player kills another, etc. Also, like DW did, you can post combat results. This isn't all you can post, just a few examples. Just go don't get off-track. This thread was slipping, so I'm giving it another chance. Don't waste it. ^^; -Bio[/font][/color]

[font=Verdana][size=1][quote][/size][/font][size=1]I did notice his life story is a tad cliche too. The whole "mother and father dying" bit has been used waaayyy too often.[/quote] [size=2][font=Trebuchet MS] Ah, but who says they are dead? There wasn't any trace of them other than those three trinkets. No blood, just trinkets. My character [i]assumed [/i]they were dead. ^_~ That was my point in there not being any trace of them, though I suppose I didn't really write down enough for anyone but myself to know that... Their fate remains a mystery. ^^; [b] EDIT:[/b] By the way, if you're lacking any [i]Enya [/i]music, I have the entirety of [i]A Day Without Rain [/i]and a single ([i]Caribbean Blue[/i]). [/font][/size] [/size]

[font=Trebuchet MS][b]The More Off-Topic Part[/b][/font] [quote] 2a. Gay Rights. Its insulting to true minorities like African Americans, Asian Americans, Hispanic Americans, ect. to even use these terms. Sexual preference is not in the sphere of civil rights, nor should it be infringed upon. I in no way support killing/discriminating against gays. However, they cannot be allowed into the institution of marriage. To let them in would be like letting a woman become a member of Augusta National Golf Course. Unforgiveable. (Women are my favorite people, but some things aren't for you. Sorry to all the hotties round the world.)[/quote] [font=Trebuchet MS][i]True [/i]minorities? Do you have any idea what you're talking about? The racial Civil Rights Movement is [i]over [/i]last time I checked. All races are equal in America, and that is indesputable. Why can't Gays be married? Because a woman can't join a golf course? You call Gay Marrage [i]unforgivable.[/i] How so? You're obviously religiously influenced, but that's exactly it. Religion and Law don't belong together. Not only that, but the last comment was rather sexist even though you said it wasn't.[/font] [quote]My point is, like it or not, Christian or not, it was and is Christians who protect your rights to be a bigot. Christian men fought and defeated the British. Christian men drafted and signed the Declaration of Independence, and the Constitution. Christian men wrote the bill of rights giving freedom of religion to ALL people of ALL faiths. If an Islamic man had wrote that document, all non Muslims would be illegal, I guarantee it. [/quote] [font=Trebuchet MS] I have no comment to this other than: What in the hell? That's so blatantly moronic it [i]is funny. [/i]That was quite possibly the most religiously intolerant paragraph I've ever read. [i]If an Islamic man wrote the document, all other faiths would be illegal? [/i]Are you serious? Christians have been just as intolerant as other faiths. Remember the Holocaust? Hitler. Christian. Let's look at the KKK. And then the vairous prosocution of Jews throughout the rest of history. Serously, there are more examples of Christianity being bigoted that I can think of off the top of my head than Muslim. What you basically said was that Islam is an inferior, angsty religion. And that is without a doubt, wrong. So what you're saying is, non-Christians should be thankful Christians have been so kind? MY, I wasn't aware that the Constitution was actually that swayed by Christianity. Thats because it really isn't. I'm relatively sure a few people who signed said important documents were Athiest anyway, poking more holes through your point (or lack thereof).[/font] [quote]You need to actually have a rational perception of the founding, growing, and current state of the United States. Without the affect and effect of Christian Statesmen on this nation, both past and present, we wouldn't have our freedoms. The Defense of Marriage act ensures stability for our next generations. It protects the foundamental building block of society, the Family, and if you're too blinded by intellectual liberals with their heads so far in the clouds that they see voting for something and not voting for it to be a perfectly acceptable way of doing things to see that, I pity you.[/quote] [font=Trebuchet MS]Hint: We're not all mental inferiors. Yes, Christians signed the Declaration of independance. What you're still saying is that [i]everyone should be [/i]damn [i]grateful. [/i]Look, I have no idea what your saying about gay marriage. How could it possibly destroy the family? Everyone keeps saying that it will, but [i]how? [/i] [b]The More On-Topic Part [/b]I dislike them both, and don't know much about Nater. I don't think I'd vote right now if I could, because none of the candidates appeal to me. Voting without thinking is worse than not voting at all, in my opinion. I don't particularly like the way Bush is steering things. He's very swayed by his religion, which is obvious. A man who is as devout as him should not be the leader of a free country. He's introducing many laws with Christian themes: The Defense of Marriage Act, and the one that has to do with Abortion. Kerry is slightly better, but not by much. I simply have [i]no idea [/i]what he wants to do with the country. Some of the minor things he agrees with and/or plans on inroducing I agree with, but I'm too in the dark to really say anything about him without saying something that's probably false.[/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]Alright, I changed the Mares to a large pack of wolves and edited some things. It's a little awkward, but it should do. There [i]are [/i]wolves in Lo' Urden, right? ^^; [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]In my sign-up, I made a group of Mares virtually unafraid of the rings. I'm pretty sure this is okay (though a rare occurance), since you said that there were incidents in town even though they were protected by the mineral. Is it? [/font]

[b][FONT=Trebuchet MS][size=1]mp3 - Deora Ar Mo Chroí[/FONT][/size][/b] [font=trebuchet ms][color=#000000][b]Name:[/b] Demeric Rilian [b]Age:[/b] 31 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Appearance:[/b] He stands at around six feet, and has sharp facial features (not so sharp that they prevent him from keeping an air of bitter loyalty, however). He has a decent build; nothing too lanky and not so much muscle that he can't reach over his shoulder. His hair color is a mix of brown and orange, and is usually not combed unless he's in the presence of a higher-ranking Spade. Although he wears the traditional attire of those who dwell in Kalenbore, what is hidden underneath his blood-red robes are what take away his at first gentle appearance. On both forearms he wears leather bracers, and matching greaves on his shins. He also wears a leather headband with a metal plate affixed on the front protecting his brow. He has two rings on his left hand, along with a ring of the material used to ward off Mares, which he uses as a bracelet (even though he already has one around his neck). Those accessories are mementos of his life previous to becoming a Spade. [b]Weapons:[/b] The bracers under his generic cloak are not just for defensive purposes. They also conceal two thin blades (that [i]can[/i] defend the arms when retracted) that slide forward through a slit in the leather with the flick of his wrist (and the help of a simple mechanism [extremely expensive and just as rare] at the hilt). As for less sneaky weapons, a hefty longsword is slung over his back, which, as funny as he looks while wielding it (his build wouldn't seem right for such a big thing), he's more than proficient with it. The last weapon his uses (and is least competent with) is a handgun that is kept in a leather holster on his right hip. Although he isn't the best shooter around, he's decent enough with it to be Spade 3. [b]History:[/b] I was born and bred in Kalenborn, and lived a happy and prosperous life with my parents. They were both merchants, and came across many rarities during their trades with rich folk and burnt-out inventors who had to sell their usually useless machines in order to continue living, in hopes of "becoming the wealthiest man in all of Lo' Urden", I recall one man said. He was the man that sold my parents the bracers I now wear. He had told them, as I watched from behind my mother (I was only six and terrified of the man), that if only people could realize the potential of concealed weapons, he [i]would[/i] be the richest man in all of Lo' Urden. The people he had tried to sell them to had shunned him, saying that the only people who would need such a thing were assassins and thieves. A few shady dealers had tried to buy it off of him, but they only offered pathetic prices that wouldn't feed him for a week. My parents bought the contraption for a sum my father told my mother was probably much higher than it was worth. --- At the age of ten, my father began teaching me how to use a blade. The only replacement he could find for a sword was a heavy, wooden pole. It was difficult to use, but I learned (after many welts and bruises) how to use its weight to my advantage. Soon, [i]I[/i] began dealing welts and bruises as well, while training with my father and while sparring with other kids my age. That was before my parents' business began to slow down and we had to travel to other towns to continue living comfortably. --- I was fourteen. We were heading home from one of our travels and the sun had set only a few hours ago. The sky was clear except for a few clouds in the direction we were headed. It was probably raining in Kalenbore, but we wouldn't reach there until tomorrow, so I wasn't discouraged. At that point I had far surpassed both my parents in proficiency with a sword, and so my father had decided that since no one was really interested in the "bracer blades" as my parents called them, he'd might as well teach me how to use them. Not many people knew how to efficiently use such things, but my father had been taught with the normal kind as a kid. I was anxious to learn, and my father would begin another lesson as soon as we stopped to camp for the night. Our horses plodded along, my father sitting at the front of our wagon with the reigns held lazily in his hands. Suddenly, I heard a strange noise coming from the woods to our left. My father asked if we had our rings with us. "Of course I have my ring," I had said, and paused, "Why? Are there Mares?" He did not answer. My mother checked to make sure that hers was around her neck and looked over at mine. She reached for her sheathed sword and pulled it into her lap. Father had his free hand on the hilt of his own blade. I was already wearing the bracers with the hidden blades (I had put them on in anticipation for training). I didn't want to wait any longer, and so I crawled over to the part of our covered wagon in which I could peek out, ignoring my mother, who was frantically telling me to come back to where she was. When I moved the cloth flap of the hole in the caravan that served as a doorway, I saw why my father was worried. Several pairs of fierce, glowing eyes shone out of the shadows in the forest near us. It was too dark to discern any sort of shape the beings might carry, and I thought that was just as well, since it wouldn't matter. "We have rings; they won't come, will they?" I asked no one in particular. But they would, and I knew it. Because they weren't Mares. They didn't seem very afraid of the rings we carried with us. It all became clear at once; not Mares, but wolves. A large pack of them. Their eyes seeme to glow because they reflected the light of the torch that hung next to my father in the front of the caravan. One stepped out of the trees and onto the grass. I saw I was correct. They were wolves, or some other dog-like creature. And judging by the set of fangs they bore and how scrawny the thing was, it wasn't going to leave us alone. And neither were its starving accomplises. Father drew his sword from his sheath by a small amount. The metal gleamed in the moonlight, and when the wolves saw this, their eyes seemed to become even more fierce, deadly, and moreover, [i]hungry.[/i] An image came to my mind of a poorly fed dog that had just received a raw strip of meat, shaking the life out of it (as if it had any). And at that moment, I was sure they were all going to re-enact some version of that with my body. I flicked my wrist in what would otherwise have been a casual gesture, had not a blade slid out of my sleeve with a mechanical [i]click[/i]. At that point, my mother grabbed my arm and pulled me backwards. I stifled a cry of surprise as she shoved me in a secret compartment in the floor of the caravan where we kept the most valuable items. She heaved the heavy door over me and I heard a clang as she put the lock in place. I must have yelled for her to let me out (along with other vicious curses) for at least a half an hour before I remembered that no sound would get through this thing. It was fireproof, waterproof, and basically everything proof (except for oxygen of course, or I'd be dead). So I waited. After waiting for what seemed like hours but could have been minutes, I gave up and decided to get out myself, in a way my parents would never suspect I could. One of my friends at that time had taught me how to pick locks. He was a thief, I knew it, and my parents wouldn't have approved of his occupation, but at that point I was grateful for his lesson. --- Three rings: one belonged to my mother, one to my father, and the other could have belonged to either of them; it was a large one that was used to keep the Mares away. But not [i]anything[/i] else. That was all I could find. The wagon had been almost completely destroyed, but miraculously, it hadn't tipped over. Even though I searched all night, I couldn't find any trace of either my parents, nor the wolves. And the townspeople of Kalenbore did nothing about it. They made no action to further protect their citizens, not even a casual warning. They [i]were[/i] and [i]still are[/i] cowards. That is why I hate them, and why I hate their law. While they cower in fear of what they should be trying to eliminate, people are [i]dying[/i]. [/color][/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]Considering overpopulation/underpoulation in certain areas of the world, I can see how deciding the gender of an unborn child could be useful. It could help [in some small way] to stabalize food supply and population among other things. Then again, it would probably be cheaper to simply distribute food than to alter the gender of a fetus. I [i]suppose [/i]it's alright to choose the gender of your kid if you want a boy or girl [i]that[/i] badly, though it isn't the most admirable thing in the world. You might regret your choice later on. The only logical reason that I see to alter a child's genes is, like many have said, to prevent diseases. [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]I just listened to it, and I have to say it was pretty good. Catchy rhyming, which I definitely liked. Double rhyming always appeals to me... I really like [i]Beyond Electric Dreams.[/i] I'm not exactly sure why though. I'll probably buy at least that song in any case. [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS][b]Utter Ignorance: [/b]I'm not even talking about general descrimination such as rascism, I mean the people who refuse to accept others for the tiniest things. Someone in my class started making fun of someone else for [i]being a vegetarian.[/i] I found that kind of odd, and also the fact that when I argued her case, that person said it was being [i]un-american.[/i] [b]General Ingorance: [/b]All forms of bigotry, descrimination, and what-have-you. [b]Mental Superiority: [/b]I am simply to high up for you. Anything I disagree with must be wrong, because I'm important. If I try to explain myself and you try to prove me wrong, it's only because my arguement is too complex and righteous. Because that [i]was [/i]my glass of milk. And that's that. [b]General Preppyness: [/b]Now, it's okay if you're a little high-maintenace, but seriously. The spider is most likely terrified of you, and is only climbing on you because it thought you were an inanimate object. Note that it is scurreying away as the jock jumps in with a shoe to save you from impending doom... [b]"Loophole" People: [/b]These are the people that sue the owner of a house because they cut their hand while trying to break in. The people who sued [i]Chips Ahoy![/i] because inside, there wasn't [i]really [/i]the number of chocolate chips that the slogan on the bag promised. [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]I hope the title was all that drew you in. I thought it sounded cool too. But anyway, I decided to experiment on a sketch I did a few weeks ago while on vacation, which turned out nicely. I seen to have underestimated Photoshop Elements. I mainly used the smartblur and burn tools. [url="http://img42.photobucket.com/albums/v130/Archetype777/Aura_Shadow.jpg"]See it here.[/url] I also posted this on deviantART on the username Daemon-Bio, just so you know I'm not an art thief. [/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS]What the hell, as so many people have said. I don't have a banner I'm attached to right now anyway. [/font]

[url="http://www.otakuboards.com/killadam/v2/music/track7.html"][b]Track 07: Can't Hardly Stand It[/b][/url] [center][/center] He always liked chess. Chess, he said, was like a good battle. - [i]One must make well thought-out moves and consider all variables, otherwise they will be easily evaded.[/i] Strategy, strategy. Too much planning. I find it rather hard to formulate strategy when a sword is about to remove my head. It would certainly make my mind clearer, though I'm not sure I can afford it. - What of adrenaline? It bogs up the mind, and acts with instinct. Sometimes that is good, sometimes it is bad. Every detail of my surroundings became etched in my mind with him in the small, windowless room; the flickering candle that lay innocently on the low table, the color of the cushion I was on, and the pattern on the rug beneath me. A sense of deep foreboding fell over me. What about my calling him could be amusing enough to make the stoic man I know grin? How many times have I even seen his face light up? Many, I admit, but he never seemed satisfied. What is he playing at? What cruel game has he in store? Clean the slate. Everything must be fresh and new. A clean slate and a clear mind... Forgive me. I had no need to speak; my eyes said it all. Betrayal, lies. I will not tolerate such insolence from this man. He must redeem himself. What are my demands? Truth. [center][/center] Is this man only playing with me? How long will my weapon hold against a Hittori Hanzo sword? I must avoid his blade. It seems my foreboding was not unfounded. Will I die here, I wonder? - [i]Appearing cool and collected will make the enemy insecure and act rashly.[/i] If the enemy thinks that you're not worried, they will become paranoid, and think you have a plan... Even if you don't. - [i]Deception is key.[/i] Make the opponent think you're going to do one thing, then do something completely different. I greatly dislike this game. - Checkmate, Hanzo. Well played. [font=verdana][size=2][font=tahoma][b]Weapon of Choice:[/b] [url="http://img2.imagetown.net/21143318.jpg"]Zanbatou[/url] Hanzo forged this weapon himself, and as it was for his personal protection, spent months designing and perfecting it. However, he wasn't content with the normal length of a katana, and so he decided on the zanbatou: a thicker, longer version of the normal samurai blade. [b]Age:[/b] 34 [b]Appearance:[/b] [url="http://img42.photobucket.com/albums/v130/Archetype777/mugen01.jpg"]Headshot[/url] Hanzo wears a simple white cotton gi and cotton, khaki pants. Partially hidden by the pant legs are wood and leather gaters. Hidden by the gi's sleeves are matching armlets. The most obscure thing about his dress, however, is the large zanbatou that is usually sheathed and mounted on his back, and in his lap while he is sitting. He stands at approximately 6 feet. [b]A Sample of Hanzo[/b] "You came." I said as respectfully as possible, but left a hint of playfulness to let him know I hadn't called on him this time just for business. There was no answer. "I wasn't expecting you to make it," I continued in the same tone, "After all, I had requested your presence on such short notice." I waited. Suddenly, a silhouette was visible through the paper door. I composed myself, brushing back a stray strand of hair and shifting to a more elegant stature. The shadow reached for the edge of the door, and began to slide it open. Hittori Hanzo looked at me with a glint of mischief in his eye, and proceeded towards me in his signature loose gait. "Please, sit down." I invited as I stared into his eyes. He stood unmoving for what seemed forever before slowly taking his place in front of me with his back to the door. He was staring back at me with an unwavering gaze. "Juri-chan, why have you called for me?" he asked sincerely. I checked to make sure that my concealed tanto was still there by lightly patting my thigh. "Hanzo-sama, I..." I couldn't seem to find a way to word what I was trying to say that wouldn't sound disrespectful. "You promised you wouldn't deal with him anymore," I said with newfound confidence, "It has been a month now, longer. You haven't severed your connections with him yet." He grinned again. "I have no way of breaking away from him. You should have known that." he said simply. A blatant disregard for my feelings. I gave up on being respectful, and slammed my hand on the table. "Then why did you not tell me that rather than lying to me?" I asked boldly. The amusement was washed from his face, replaced by displeasure. "Juri, I am not required to deal with idiocy," he told me coldly, "I let you believe what you did because it was simpler than your self-pitying tears." "Do you not care for me?" I asked weakly, tears forming in my eyes. He sat like a statue, his answer engraved in the stone of his face. [i]Impossible.[/i] It happened within a second, the blades met and slithered along one another, my tanto meeting at the hilt of his monstrous zanbatou. My attempt to free him had failed. How he had drawn it so quickly I'll never know, but there he sat. Cool and composed. The only part of his body that had actually moved was his left arm, the one that was descending the gargantuan blade closer to my head every second. I had to get out from under his blade quickly, before my skull was cleaved in half. I slid my shorter weapon slowly up Hanzo's, and eventually reached a crouching position. As quickly as I possibly could, I leapt out from under his blade, it's edge coming down sickeningly close to my shoulder. The slowness of his arm was what I was depending on, but it seemed he was faster that I had thought. I twirled quickly so not to be caught off-guard, and when I was facing him once again I was holding a metal bo staff. I dropped to the ground and brought the staff around from my back to gain leverage, intent on taking out his knees. Not to my surprise, he easily leapt over my poor attempt at disabling him, and pointed the wicked sword downwards while airborne, obviously planning to tear through my torso. In great fear and instinct, I rolled to the side and thrust my weapon at him, it sliding neatly along the dull side of his blade as it plunged into the floorboards. He had moved his body to the side, completely evading what I had thought of as an ingenious maneuver. If I were to move my staff to the side the assault his torso, I would be vulnerable to the wrath of his blade. If I moved, I would be dead. We stayed in that position for quite a long time, him crouching on one knee, I on my side with my staff beside him. I was not expecting him to make the move. Possibly his only morale, his golden rule was the most basic lesson: let the fight come to you. And this is why he is a better fighter than me. The unbelievable pain ricocheted through my hapless body like sonar, bouncing to one end and going back to the other. I don't know if I vomited. He had brought the blade up through the floorboards with a tap of his foot, and possibly his arm, though through his gi no strain was visible. The weapon had ripped into an uneven area of my left side. When I looked up at him in unquenchable anger, I knew I was as good as dead. The zanbatou was resting blade-up on his shoulder, meaning it had to have cut clean through me. It was dripping crimson blood onto him every now and then. He didn't seem to notice. He was simply staring at me quizzically as if he were asking, 'why did you do that?'. To me, he seemed sad. He may have cared for me more than I had thought.[/font][/size][/font]

[font=Trebuchet MS][size=2]Oh hell, why not.[/size][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][size=2][b]---[/b][/size][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][size=2][b]Name:[/b] Bio[/size][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][size=2][b]Magic Type: [/b]Thunder[/size][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][size=2][b]Type: [/b]Incognito[/size][/font] [font=Trebuchet MS][size=2][b]Picture: [/b][/size][/font] [img]http://img42.photobucket.com/albums/v130/Archetype777/art03.jpg[/img] [b][size=2]Moves:[/size][/b] [size=1][b]Pulse Guard - [/b]A barrier of electricity surrounds Bio, parylizing (for three turns, can only use magic and defense) anyone who uses a physical attack on him, and cutting magical damage by one fourth. (the barrier stays up for two turns, and Bio cannot use other cards while it is active) [/size] [size=1][b]Off and On - [/b]Bio temporarily leaves the OB, making him invulnerable to all attacks for that round. His HP is healed by 15% (of full hp) during this time. (can only be used twice, cannot use any other cards while it is active)[/size] [size=2][b]Color - [/b]White[/size] [size=2]---[/size] [size=2]I don't know if the attack's descriptions were too long, so I'll edit them if you want me to. EDIT: Are the abilities all the card can use, or can they normally attack as well? [/size]

Sen was walking slowly around town, deep in thought. He didn't feel comfortable not having his eye on Kamikasai. After all, what if something noteworthy were to happen while he was away? He would miss both a legendary moment, as well as the possibility of great treasure. Bonk. Sen had walked strait into the wall of a house, having veered off the path while he wasn't paying attention. He rubbed his head, and turned to see who's house he had walked into. IT was his father's, the pawn shop. "He charged me too much for that wood," thought Sen, "I'm not going to take that." He boldly turned to the door, and after a minute's hesitation, grabbed the iron handle and pulled open the door. His father looked up at him, and smiled in a 'you're back again?' kind of way. He was about to greet his son, but he spoke first. "Dad, I want a refund," he said, "I ordered wood, not steel. Wood is not worth 500 Dran, and I'm not paying any more than 150 for something that I'm surrounded by where I live." The pawn shop owner thought for a minute, and looked at Sen questioningly. Finally, he decided to give in. "Alright, You get your 350 back, but just because we're related," he said dejectedly, "Wood is worth at least 500 Dran." He reached into a drawer, and pulled out a few coins, which he then tossed to Sen. He caught it expertly, and sighed a relieved thank-you. The man muttered something under his breath about ungratefulness, and Sen walked outside, the happy victor. He began strolling aimlessly throughout town searching for something to amuse himself with. Eventually, his feet took him back to the center of the village, where he noticed the toy store. "I haven't been in there a while..." he thought as he stared up at the garish sign. Without thinking, he found himself inside, browsing the inventory. Eventually, he found a toy that caught his eye. It was a rather familiar figure of a boy with blue hair and two swords. Sen picked the toy up off the shelf, and read the explanation of what is was on the back. He chuckled in amusement, and walked up to the counter, where he placed a 500 Dran coin on the counter. The storekeeper nodded and took the money. Sen walked outside, and sat on the edge of the fountain. He earnestly ripped open the package, discarding the trash in a disposal nearby. He placed both swords in the figure's corresponding hands, and pressed a button on the back. The toy animatedly shouted a battle cry, and swung the larger sword downwards. Sen smirked again, and pressed another button that made the plastic warrior swing the smaller weapon horizontally. "This will make a great visual aid," Sen said happily, "Even if it cost me 500 Dran."

[font=Trebuchet MS][QUOTE][/font] That is a bit weird I posted over 80 times before I became a member and appeared on the member's list.This is classed as on-topic right?[/QUOTE] Are you talking about another version? I think that was in OB6, though I'm not sure. Actually, I believe you were automatically listed in that version. Maybe you just missed your name...? I can't think of any explanation other than that.

[font=Trebuchet MS]Last night I was bored, (and out of paper) so I decided to try something that was done purely on the pc. They turned out better than I expected, and so I figured I'd post them here for some comments. (the words in brackets are links) [url="http://img42.photobucket.com/albums/v130/Archetype777/Gun_Color.jpg"][ Gun ][/url] - This is some kind of futuristic gun at a dynamic angle. It's kind of akward with the angles, and especially the handle, but I'll use perspective next time. [url="http://img42.photobucket.com/albums/v130/Archetype777/Gun_Crosshatch.jpg"][ Comic Gun [/url]] - The same pic, but with a filter to make it look more comic-ish. The filter also fixed some of the mistakes in the original. [url="http://img42.photobucket.com/albums/v130/Archetype777/Sword_Color.jpg"][ Sword[/url] ] - This took alot less time than the other, obviously. I decided not to do a comic version of this, because it was too small for the filter to work correctly. I'll hopefully post more soon. [/font]