Orcus

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"]A little [I]Clueless[/I] humor, haha[/FONT]: [SIZE="1"][B]"My plastic surgeon said I shouldn't engage in any activities where balls fly at my face."[/B] [B]"There goes your social life."[/B][/SIZE]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Well, I'm no foreigner to writing stories, but I decided I finally wanted some peer evaluation of my work- especially from my highly esteemed OB colleauges. I hope you enjoy this, and I hope that, personally, having this thread will help motivate me to write more of the tale, and more often in general. =D P.S. I realize it's short. Or rather, I only just realized it was kind of short... Is that bad? [CENTER]+++[/CENTER][/FONT] [center][FONT=Orlando][B][SIZE=7]Prologue:[/SIZE][/B][/FONT] [FONT=Orlando][FONT=Freestyle Script][SIZE=6]Recollection[/SIZE][/FONT][/FONT] [SIZE="1"][I][B]“What would you say... to a little wager?”[/B][/I] It could have ended there, at the question, before the actual bet was even made. He could have been silenced. He could have been cast away. [I]Again.[/I] But he wasn‘t. And it certainly did not end there. [I][B]“What kind of wager?”[/B][/I] There it was, the response. It was entirely unnecessary- she knew exactly what wager he was to propose- but it signaled interest, and ultimately, approval. If a being like Metatron, or rather, ‘God’, would allow Lucifer back into the Heaven she so forcibly cast him from to hear a [I]challenge[/I], it meant all possible consequences had been weighed. All possible outcomes had been weighed. And any possible deception, any possible mal intent Lucifer might attempt to conceive (as, of course, was outlined and preordained in all of the loopholes God had placed in the list of rules she’d [I]already[/I] decided upon) had been weighed. The verdict? God would win, Lucifer would suffer a great strike to his morale and, reformed, would see the error of his ways, seek forgiveness and beg to be allowed back into the order of angels, to be allowed to sing of [strike]Metat[/strike] God’s eternal splendor, with the eternal chorus, for?…Yes; for eternity. The rest, as it’s said, ‘was history’. The game was set into action. Lucifer, and his universal and ambiguous forces of darkness, would have to overcome [strike]Metatron’s[/strike] God’s equally universal and ambiguous forces of light to win, and vice-versa. No sending the entirety of the Demon or Angel army into the physical realm, only one or two at a time. No assaults on either Heaven nor Hell, as well. Lucifer and [strike]Met[/strike] God -GOD, GOD, GOD, [B]GOD[/B]- could act through influence only- a spirit form that had no actual shape but traveled as a ‘voice on the wind’, softly nudging an individual towards evil or righteous acts. And, most importantly, no rewiring the ’free-will’ mechanism placed in all living creatures- not that that was possible even, that rule had just been thrown in there, because [I]GOD[/I] felt it needed to be said. The winner would be chosen when all of the universe was inherently wicked, or inherently just. Well, that insurmountable and frankly, impossible task was scaled down- with the approval of both sides of course- when Me… Yes, Metatron’s favorite species, the race of “Men” , showed itself to be a powerful and domineering force in the universe, unlike the various other races that had died out on their respective planets. Humans showed themselves to be resilient, and thus, seemingly difficult to persuade and conquer. This, and the fact that the human planet, Earth, had a direct gateway to both heaven and hell made it, strategically, the best planet to ‘scrap’ over. The winner would not only have bragging rights for all of eternity, but a paved pathway to the home of their enemy. Naturally, with victory finally seeming probable, both forces intensified their efforts, and Earth’s people have been paying the toll ever since. And that brings me to where I am now. I, the Archangel and Seraph Gabriel, having been coming to Earth since it’s creation, overseeing its progression, guiding people along the path of righteousness. I’m also the word of God, quite often playing messenger boy between Metatron and Lucifer- not unlike that Greek god… Hermes, I believe. But right now? Right now, I’m here of my own accord. My hand’s been bothering me lately- and believe me, that’s bad. Something’s going to happen, and I think it’s best to stay and watch things here on Earth… None of the other Angels share my outlook (my brethren think humans are foul, loathsome creatures whom, over the years, have strayed too far from ‘God’s light’ to be considered for salvation) so I’m alone in this journey. No, no, not alone. There’s one other Angel on Earth now; or rather, a fallen angel, on Earth now. Lucifer’s presence on the planet isn’t unheard of- he did, as [I]everybody knows[/I], birth the ’immoral qualities’, such as dishonesty and deceit- so most angels, and Metatron, think nothing of it. But his sudden arrival, juxtaposed with this sudden pain… [I]What’s happening?[/I][/SIZE][/center]

[SIZE="1"]Hello there, fellow OBers. I seem to be in quite a pickle. You see, The Protoss and I would like to take another crack at starting a RPG or two, but I have too many ideas. Sooo, I'd love it if you brilliant RPers could give me some feedback about my ideas- which seem plausible for a RPG, which would be better as actual stories, and any and all tips you could bestow upon me for implementing a successful RPG. These ideas listed below are mine- I'll have brief summaries of his up soon. Thank you for your time.[/SIZE] [CENTER][SIZE="8"][FONT="Mistral"]STORY IDEAS[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT="Times New Roman"][SIZE="2"][SIZE="3"][COLOR="DarkBlue"]Magic Focus-[/COLOR][/SIZE] The greatest magic user ever to live is a threat to the world- his magic comes straight from the life of the planet, the lives of others. Every time he uses his magic, a soul is consumed- and too defeat the ultimate evil, he must use the strongest of abilities, and risk ending the very world he’s trying to protect. This man, the last of the original sorcerers, uses the most pure form of magic, and thus, the use of his magic coincides with most natural force in life- death. Mild spells can cause a mortal illness or a sharp, unidentifiable pains. Moderate magic can cause serious illness, severe wounds, or even death to one human being. Powerful magic can cause widespread epidemics or mass deaths. The hero is plagued with a horrible moral battle- his powers are necessary to kill his sadistic rival- whose powers instigate rebirth, and thus allow him to kill and kill and never run out of victims- but to stop him would require him to willingly condemn every being on the planet.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT="Garamond"][SIZE="2"][SIZE="3"]Human Focus-[/SIZE] An ordinary group of friends takes a camping trip to relieve stress, and, after a freak meteor storm, return with powers. Unfortunately, the responsibility of these new powers may be more than the teenagers can take as their social relations, family ties, and mental state are all strained. There’s certainly nothing special about these teens- they’re close friends, plagued by problems both large and small, but what teenager isn’t? When they emerge, unharmed, after being struck by a mysterious meteor rock and soon discover they’ve been given amazing gifts, they only imagined their life could get easier. They never imagined how truly horrible this gift would be- how awful it felt to sit in class when they could be flying around the planet, how tedious gym class was when they could easily run at the speed of sound, how little they’d have to relate to with “normal” people. At first they live like any kid would dream of, to escape the monotony- they become superheroes. But with a severe lack of any real challenge, most noticeably, the lack of any super villains, their exploits tire quickly- until they find themselves at blows with their family, friends, and ultimately, each other.[/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE="2"][FONT="Century"][SIZE="3"][COLOR="SlateGray"]Morality Focus-[/COLOR][/SIZE] In this particular cursed race of men- what’s on the inside counts for everything, and counts for nothing. The more “beautiful you are on the inside”, the more hideous your outward appearance is and vice versa. So a new generation is presented with an age old problem- which is more important, your soul, or your appearance? The populace must struggle as the souls of those who’ve chosen vanity are devoured by the creature responsible for their curse, but the hideous folk never seem to find happiness. This being that has cursed these people is the greatest of all mages, having even eluded death by the use of his magic. Through his travels he has learned the importance of cherishing life and the importance of the soul. Coming upon a race of men horridly concerned with physical treasures, he became disgusted and decided he would give them the exact thing they wanted more than anything- the only prices being that to attain it they would need to continue their sinful, selfish acts and, that, if they did indeed chose to debase their conscience and soul for something so trivial, they would be deemed as unworthy of a spiritual afterlife.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE="2"][FONT="Felix Titling"][SIZE="3"][COLOR="DarkRed"]Vampire Focus-[/COLOR][/SIZE] In an alternate world war II fueled by corrupted faith, fallen heroes and manipulated warfare, the people's only hope is a band of “Emperor Vampires” hired by the government to end this devastating war- but they'll soon find that they may be fighting against the wrong evil, while the real villain pulls along the strings of fate. The highest “rank” of any species is the “emperor” class- a being very humanoid in appearance who automatically assumes leadership of its race. Long ago, 5 Emperor vampires rose to great, god like power, causing the very elements to bend to their will. They were revered as gods, but the people soon became afraid and envious of their greatness, and sought to destroy them. The vampires fled and split their powers into two beings so that they could hide and be spared. Throughout the years, both halves of each vampire have inhabited numerous hosts [transferring their power and soul by biting a victim and residing in their body until they could entirely possess them]. Now, with the war destroying their lands, these elemental vampires are being gathered together to find others like them and fight against the opposing army. However, the force behind their gathering is truly more sinister- as he has already gathered together 5 of the elemental vampires to work beneath him- but to what ends?[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT="Monotype Corsiva"][SIZE=4][COLOR="DarkGreen"][SIZE=5]Clan Focus-[/SIZE][/COLOR] “An Ancient Power Transverses the Endless Expanse, A Force, Great and Terrible, Capable of Miraculous Birth, And of Unspeakable Turmoil. It Will Fall, Like a Black Star, And When Arisen Will Search, For a Mortal Reflection and Vessel, And Their Powers Will Be As One.” The great star houses the most powerful being in the universe, one that can bestow any given creature unlimited power- and takes away its free will. This creature lives only for destruction and turmoil, and is fueled by the creation and continuance of these forces of nature. The people of the warring planet of Gaetia are unaware of this danger, however- every nation simply seeks to attain this power to tip the tide of the war in their favor. The 6 nations of this planet had, at one time, existed in harmony, each nation having been granted the ability to control dual, coexisting elements by a divine race of creatures. However, not all of the people of these nations were born with this link to the planet- and these people became spiteful of their empowered neighbors. Now, the 6 peaceful nations have been turned against one another by the emergence of a 7th nation, inhabited by all of those abandoned by the planet. This new nation created an element of their own, a man made, unnatural element- the element of steel- and threatened to destroy every other nation. Each of the 6 nations agreed that they must be stopped- but their methods differed so much that these nations eventually came to blows with one another, and eventually, all out warfare broke lose. However, the star will prove to be more than any could have imagined, as it turns the prospective hosts sent from each nation into harbingers of death and puts their guardians into a sanity eroding nightmare.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="2"][COLOR="MidnightTeal"][SIZE="3"]Rebellion Focus[/SIZE]-[/COLOR] The world is run by an oppressive government of former heroes, who capture any gifted individuals and train them to fight under their orders. However, the only rebellion standing against the government might just find their ace in this struggle in the form of a group of exceptionally gifted children. Centuries ago, the world was faced with a great and terrible oppressor- the king of dragons, the devourer of worlds came to our planet, with the intention of causing the world to sabotage itself. The most capable fighters of the land took up arms against this force, borrowing strength and power from the most powerful forces in their world. They fought a long, tiresome battle against the dragon, but eventually they defeated it. When the dragon fell, it’s body erupted into a dazzling display of light that immediately blinded the heroes and wounded nearby watchers. When the people awoke, they found that a strange type of rock existed all around the planet, one that resonated with strange and miraculous powers- ranging from restorative abilities to destructive capabilities. Some even found that some rock had been imbued into their bodies, giving them the ability to constantly access these powers. The heroes were not so lucky- this odd force stripped them of their powers, of their vision, and slowly, petrified them alive. While they still had enough power to be considered fearful, they gathered followers and enacted a hostile takeover of the government, and elected themselves as eternal leaders. Once their bodies had been entirely petrified, the heroes had their bodies stored, as they could not truly die, and continued to rule, becoming increasingly distant and ruthless with their power. Spiteful of those who had been blessed by their victory, they gathered together any human they could find who had any of the mysterious rock bound to their body and tortured them until they were their pawns for destruction.[/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE="2"][FONT="Iskoola Pota"][SIZE="3"][COLOR="DarkOrange"]Extinction Focus[/COLOR][/SIZE]- The eternal sand storm finally ceases, and a mysterious young man walks out from its midst. He reveals nothing of himself, but his attire and strange abilities tell all of him- he is the last of the sorcerers, having survived their brutal massacre eons ago. But were the sorcerers truly the victims of that onslaught, or was their destruction a necessary evil? And this remaining piece of history- is he a savior, or a new threat? The truth of the matter is, eons ago, his race of people had launched an attack on the planet, attempting not only to destroy it, but every living thing on the planet. Their motives, however, were justified- they had seen a vision of the future to come, where the rest of the world would use their magic and technology to transverse the galaxy, conquering and decimating planets, taking other races as their slaves, and violating all forms of humanity. At first, the hero only remembers that his people did perform a horrible deed in the past, and is overcome with guilt, but when the vision returns to him, he determinedly takes up his people’s work to stop this horrifying prediction from coming to pass.[/FONT][/SIZE] [/CENTER]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Allastor casually treaded into the castle and overlooked it’s ancient, decrepit architecture. He appreciated the design and beauty of this building, and was quite fond of reading the Anorian literature in its halls. He ascended the stone stairs, until he was at the very top of the castle, where there was one, lone room. It appeared barred, as wood and concrete seemed to be plastered over it, and the door handle was missing. He smiled as he walked up to the door and slid his hand over it in a seemingly random, but precise, serious of motions. A loud clock-like tick could be heard, then a grinding of gears, though the door itself looked unchanged. Allastor gallantly took a step forward- and through the door. He was back in his room, back in the only place he felt truly comfortable in Daphner Run. He stripped off the uncomfortable armor, placing it back in its compartment, then walked over to control board in the middle of the room. He pressed a sequence of buttons, and the room lights flickered, slowly at first, then faster. They stopped abruptly, then glowed with a dazzling brilliance. Once the lights had gone out, he was in the central hub of Daphner Run. What seemed liked teleportation was an elaborate series of events that made teleportation seem possible. The flickering lights automatically drew away the attention of the user as the machine he activated sprang to life. The faster lights signaled that the machine had loaded in entirety, and that the user’s mind had been breached somewhat in confusion. When the user was suddenly blinded by light, the light caused the brain’s functions to momentarily seize as the user was rocketed miles underground to the central hub. Once there, and still in a dreamlike trance, the user absent-mindedly steps off the platform, it ascends, and then the user recovered consciousness. The machine no longer affected Allastor, but the genius of it continued to strike him. He straightened out his clothing, and began walking towards the Experimental Department, where project GODHEAD was being performed. Daphner Run, admittedly, was an interesting place. It was akin to an underground nation- which it was, in essence. In entirety, it wasn’t an experimentation facility. The people who worked in the labs, on the technology, they lived down there; unable to escape, as that would disrupt the outside world. Some where resentful, some merely accepted their lifestyle, others, even, enjoyed and reveled in there work and situation. But all obeyed the “God Bot”. He was greeted by respectful bows and salutes by all. Personally, he wouldn’t have minded if they openly resented him, or lashed out against them. He understood their suffering, their sorrow. But for them to leave him be, they, too, must have understood his cause. Understood why they were confined to this underground, cybernetic civilization. And for that reason, these people were held in the highest respect by Allastor. He approached the door that led to the science departments, and mentally unlocked the door. Compared to other tasks that required a mind link to the mainframe, this one was relatively un-trying, and thus, he did quite frequently. He passed by all of the basic level development sites, checking in on every scientist and even engaging in small talk. He knew that he had been called down on the account of an emergency, but he felt it would be disrespectful to not personally greet every individual who helped to keep Daphner Run online. Eventually, he made it to his destination- the highest level of restriction of Daphner Run. Allastor hated the secrecy of this department, but he knew it was necessary. Once again, he activated his mental link, then descended further into the bowls of the underground society. This area was at the highest stage of development, utilizing each and every one of the most advanced technology known to the colony. The had made miraculous breakthroughs here- cures to various human and Anorian diseases, they had developed a system that allowed their technology to be self-sustaining energy wise, and, most importantly, they had produced numerous body augments- like those that kept Allastor’s body young, as well as enhancing his physical make-up. He glanced proudly at the cryotubes that held the Anorian captives as they were turned into super soldiers. He couldn’t help but be proud, really; he was building a race of superior beings, those un-plagued by the horrors of life, those who would be better adapted for anything. A voice called out to him, the voice of project GODHEAD’s head scientist. Allastor looked over to him to see what he needed, but not before gazing over to the hallway leading away from project GODHEAD; a room that contained his greatest mistake. The head scientist, Dr. Eckhart, began speaking. [B]“Thank you for coming down so quickly, sir. I’m sorry to have disturbed you, but…there appears to have been a breach in security.”[/B] Allastor assumed the God Bot persona, and became deceptively concerned. [B]“Someone breached the system? What did they steal? How did they get in?”[/B] In all honesty, he truly didn’t care. Had any one person made it in, they had probably gone mad, and drowned their delusion in the ocean outside. Dr. Eckhart’s answer, however did surprise him. [B]“No sir… No one made it in… Two soldiers escaped… And they brought weapons with them.”[/B] Allastor felt something odd overcome him, a feeling he unfamiliarly could attribute to a combination of rage and fear. How could this have happened? Were the guards on watch? How could they let them through? Would all of his hard work come to naught because of these two misguided escapees? Allastor calmed himself quickly, so that he could convincingly take up the God Bot persona once more. [B]“Is the situation being dealt with?”[/B] Dr. Eckhart answered with a little more confidence this time. [B]“Yes sir. We’ve dispatched two of your highest soldiers to go in pursuit of them.”[/B] Allastor nodded in approval to the doctor, turned on his heel, and made his way back towards his room. The two soldiers would most likely be enough. He knew that. They would be going after men less battle proficient then them. Intellectually, they were probably at an advantage as well- the two soldiers escaped before their intelligence was enhanced. However, he wasn’t satisfied. His work, his dream, the people’s happiness and safety had been threatened, and it was up to him to keep any harm from befalling his people. [CENTER][U][I]Back in his chambers…[/I][/U][/CENTER] [B]“Aaaah. Much better.”[/B] Allastor slid a two short swords into the sheaths at his sides, then gazed at himself in the mirror. Ninja garb, was what the Anorian people called the outfit he was wearing now. He gazed over this outfit, an outfit he had donned numerous times to go out into the world, then gleefully pulled off the mask, his hair raising back to it’s normal state. He always felt a bit relieved and nervous when he started playing the role of himself- but he did enjoy partaking in a normal life every once in a while. Now though, he was putting his face back on with the intent of keeping his mask, and all it stood for, alive forever... Or... was he? He shook off the thought, slightly disturbed by the fact that it had appeared at all. Allastor pulled up the collar of his ninja shirt over his face, wrapped a black, thin shawl-like scarf around his shoulders and face, and fled the island.[/FONT] [SIZE="1"][B]OOC:[/B] Kinda lame ending, but oh well. Anyways, here’s a pic of [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/ff11-dark-knight.jpg"][I]his God Bot armor[/I][/URL],[URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/Genesis-Artwork.jpg"][I]his Daphner Run clothing[/I][/URL], and [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/yu-assassin.jpg"][i]half of the mask he wears[/i][/URL][it’s the best picture I could find, just imagine the other half of the mask look s like what’s shown.] I also changed [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/1349505018_cc08dbb91f.jpg"][I]his appearance[/I][/URL]- though it looked more appropriate. His hair, however, is still as I described- black fading to grey fading to white.[/SIZE]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Oh, I'm totally sorry man. I really wanted to wait for your response, but I got a little anxious wanting to post again. I understand where you're coming from with the "secrecy" element- I can't believe I didn't take that into account. So I'll go ahead and delete my post, and you can take that over. I'll try and use your post to more adequately represent Valen and his men.[/FONT]

[INDENT][FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Allastor sat on his throne, pondering in silence. Something was wrong, he could feel it. Not only in his bones, but in the system. He had combined his cryotube?s system with the machines created by his father, and so, therefore, could link up to the system every so often. It was, indeed, only every so often- the process would be tiring, and draining, and left him at about 70% efficiency. He didn?t enjoy being at anything less than peak physical performance. He merely brushed off the feeling, still knowing something was amiss, but also feeling entirely sure that whatever it was, he could take care of it later. He gallantly floated down from his throne and paced the room, not from nerves, but simply to occupy himself. He did this only momentarily- just as soon as he started, he stopped, and resolved to walk around the ?abandoned? castle. He grabbed his mask of the desk, staring at it with mild disdain before placing it on his face. Instantly he felt the familiar electromagnetic pulse flow through his hair and into his vocal chords, causing his hair to flow down and become silver, and for his voice to become firm and assertive. He looked over to the sole object in the room that wasn?t a machine; the mirror. He looked himself over himself briskly and smiled from behind the mask. ?Hmph.? He had felt inclined to speak, but had deemed that doing so would have been irrelevant and useless. He didn?t need to test the voice augmenter, it was surely working. He looked over his attire and became mildly frustrated once more. Having to where those people?s barbaric and primitive clothing was irksome, and he particularly detested his God Bot armor; it was thick, heavy, and entirely unnecessary, but it did well to invoke fear. [I]I will always be feared![/I], rang the voice of his father in Allastor?s head. Allastor frowned deeply, remembering his father?s erratic behavior and obsession with having others fear him. Allastor wore his father?s armor now, to perpetuate notion of a timeless, deathless emperor; one more akin to a force of nature than a mortal being. Allastor quickly discontinued his thoughts, having become severely bored, and exited the room. [CENTER][U][I]In The Castle?[/I][/U][/CENTER] Allastor stood on a balcony of the abandoned castle, overlooking the surrounding ocean. To be quite honest, it was beautiful? But that was far from the reason that this spot had been chosen for Daphner Run. That had been practicality and pragmatism. It proved an insurmountable task to venture into these waters for the extraordinarily unsophisticated technology of this time. However, for this moment, Allastor truly only acknowledged it for it?s splendor, it?s magnificence. The guards below occasionally glanced nervously up at him, both frightened and in awe. Allastor, upon noticing them, found himself immediately overcome with an urge to wave to the two soldiers, just to see what form of horrified reaction he might garner from them. They would probably think that he was waving goodbye to them, signaling their untimely end. He laughed sourly to himself, and finally gave into the urge to think aloud, but low enough that the guards wouldn?t hear it over the crashing of the waves. [B]?I?m not so bad- really. I?m simply misunderstood, and charged with the daunting task of undoing the mistakes of my father. The experiments? Yes, they happen. They?re necessary. I need to cure her. I can do so much with these experiments. I can sure you all. I can free you from death, from illness?from weakness.?[/B] He shuddered profusely as those words caused his mind to regress back to the traumatizing years he had spent alone and afraid in that cryotube. He would cure these people of that ailment. They would someday know no fear- even if it meant killing, torturing, and fundamentally changing millions of innocent. It didn?t matter. They would all thank him one day- and he would be loved, no respected, renowned, revered with fondness. Someday he would no longer need ? The God Bot?. But for know, it was his necessary evil. And it was too late to turn back now. Once his father began his work it was too late. To quit, to release the prisoners and his secrets, would be to throw the world into turmoil, and, eventually, watch as it consumed itself. A page from his mask retrieved him from his mind. [B]?Sir! Sir! Emperor God Bot! Something has occurred in the holding facilities. Please come immediately!?[/B] Allastor sighed with relief, much to the surprise of his subordinate on the other end of the line. Allastor responded casually. [B]?I?ll be there momentarily.?[/B] The voice thanked him and disappeared. Allastor grinned once more from behind his mask. [I]Now I can take this dreadful iron maiden off?[/I] At one time, he had thought his nickname for the suit amusing, as it constantly pained him to have to wear his father's remains. Now, it truly was like a million agonizing needles pressed into his body. He sighed once more, once again with relief, and made his way into the underground facility.[/FONT][/INDENT]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"]So, would God Bot stay located at Daphner Run for the most part? Or does he have like a kingdom or empire somewhere? Oh, and I had another question- is it fine if occasionally, God Bot disguised himself and goes out into the world to observe things?[/FONT]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Well, if you need any extra muscle, I'm sure Faust'll be more than happy to assist- bringing a harbinger of justice isn't an entirely full time job, or so I believe. And facing near death is always an intriguing experience.[/FONT]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Alrighty, handled our meeting Gavin, and if I may say so myself, it was way too over dramatic. But oh well. And Raiha, what kind of work would being your minion entail? And would someone in my position prove useful to your character?[/FONT]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"][INDENT][CENTER][B]Emperor God Bot[/B][/CENTER] [B]Name:[/B] God Bot; Formerly known as “Allastor Faustus”. [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Brief Bio:[/B] Allastor is not the original God Bot- the original was his father, Grigori Faustus. Allastor and his family hail from the planet Earth, and that’s where Allastor had his childhood. His father was in a weapons development branch of the government, developing future technology designed to lay waste to all of his nation’s enemies and make it the powerhouse in the world. Grigori was a dedicated man, and he worked night and day, conceiving new ideas on a whim and bringing them to life just as quickly. He rarely spent time with his family; Allastor’s mother managed to overlook that fact, however, seeing as the money Grigori made in a month was more than enough to provide for ten families a year. Allastor knew little of his father at the time- only that he was afraid of him. Aside from the lack of a father figure, Allastor’s life was relatively normal- until the day that his father took his family on the run. Grigori’s co-workers began to see the man as a monster, a war-monger, a harbinger of death. Whereas their efforts were primarily for progression and the betterment of their society, Grigori seemed to work only for personal gain, for power. They framed him for stealing government secrets and for the murder of an important government official (one whom they had, in fact, killed). Ironically enough, Grigori had been taking blueprints of important government work home, and, in the free time he apparently had, he had recreated a great deal of the government’s technology. Allastor was only 7 at the time, but he still remembers the day clearly- he had expected to flee the country, take up new names and live a new life. He hadn’t expected for his father to call up some of his colleagues that were still loyal to him and, along with his family, flee the planet instead- in a spacecraft that was light years ahead of any of the technology he had invented for his own people. His father quickly told them of a planet he had discovered during his studies that was nearly identical to Earth, which already housed a race extraordinarily similar to the human race. He then stored away their belongings, along with a great deal of machinery foreign to Allastor, then placed his wife and son into a cryogenic stasis. It was then that Allastor began to fall into the psychotic God Bot persona he would take up after his father. While in a cryogenic stasis, a person is supposed to be put to sleep, nurtured by a machine that sustains the person’s life. Allastor’s machine kept him alive; unfortunately, it also kept him awake. For 8 years, Allastor was awake, unable to move, confined to his own thoughts. At first he was just afraid, frightened, terrified by his horrible predicament. Miraculously, however, he formed a mental connection with his Cryo-tube, and thus, with his father, his mother, and the ship’s computer system. He was filled with a vast, expansive knowledge, and elements of his family’s and his father’s worker’s personalities. Slowly, as time went on, he became more cunning, then more devious, then more maniacal as he could not silence or calm his ever-active mind. Finally, they arrived on the planet, and they started life anew, not noticing the difference in their now distant son. Allastor watched as his father gathered followers on the new planet, and quickly rose to a position of power above ground, while his men from Earth continued their studies and research underground, in Daphner Run. In no time at all, Grigori established his position as ruler of the planet, and that allowed him to go along with the next step of his plan. Deeming himself God Bot, he abducted members of the planet to run experiments on them, though his exact reason for doing so was a mystery to anyone but himself. It was, however, known that the very first experiment he ran was on Allastor’s mother, who now resides in the deepest confines of Daphner Run. Allastor became enraged with his father and killed him at the age of 25, just 10 years after they landed. He has, since, taken up his father’s mantle and continued with his work, as well as searching for a cure for his mother. He also created for himself an anti-aging serum so he could retain his young body while continuing his rule over the planet. That was years ago. Now, with the threat of the escaped super soldiers, Allastor is trying desperately to keep his secrets covered up, and he’ll do whatever it takes. [B]Description/Image of character:[/B] [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/Allastor-GodBot.jpg"][I]Allastor "God Bot"[/I][/URL] Allastor’s hair is mostly jet black, fading to grey, then white near the tips of his hair. His glowing, garnet eyes are covered by a pair of rectangular, thin-rimmed glasses. His normal attire consists of: a black ninja top underneath a white, collared, button up short sleeved shirt with shoulder straps, and black slacks. He wears three rings on his right hand- a black ring with a silver borders. and silver cross (middle finger), a silver dragon ring (pointer finger), and a silver wolf ring (index finger). Though his attire is very modern (for Earth) he doesn’t concern himself with dressing appropriate for this planet unless he intends on sneaking out to observe the people. [B]Items/Weapons:[/B] Allastor has developed an extensive and vast mastery of melee weapons since moving to the planet, but his primary weapons are his fists or two shinobi blades [ninjatō] or a long-blade akin to a katana, only without the tsuba. As for his more advanced weaponry, he wields two 92/98 FS Custom Beretta handguns. It’s also rumored by the people that “God Bot” wields supernatural abilities which has been neither confirmed or disproved. [/INDENT][/FONT]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Personally, I thought the movie was amazing. I didn't think anything would top the Hulk and Iron Man for me, but boy, was I wrong. The realistic feel of Batman's plight, the way Heath Ledger actually persuaded the crowd to love the psychopathic joker, and a Harvey Dent who I truly believed in... I knew it would be good, but that good? I mean, wow. I'll admit, yes, a great deal of it was depressing, but that only made it better for more me- more life like. [spoiler]Especially Batman taking the rap for Harvey's rampage.[/spoiler] I think putting Batman into that situation shows him as a real hero- fighting against injustice even as the people he defends hate him- like Spider-man, but more awesome. I only had one real complaint [spoiler](as I really wasn't all perturbed by the death of Rachel, I really didn't like her)[/spoiler]: [spoiler]The death of Harvey "Two-Face" Dent. I mean, what the hell? The choice to portray him as a hero pushed over the edge into anti-heroism was brilliant, but I was seriously hoping he'd be the main villain for the next Batman.[/spoiler] Otherwise, I thought it was the best movie ever. A friend of mine complained about the multitude of story lines, but I actually found that enjoyable- I liked chronicling other exploits aside from Batman's. It was great watching the events of the movie unfold from both sides- or rather: The Heroes [spoiler](Batman, Commissioner Gordon, Harvey Dent)[/spoiler] and the Villains [spoiler](the thug lords and the Joker).[/spoiler] Again, all-in-all, wonderful, wonderful movie. Heath Ledger wins best Joker in my book. I've never been so terrified and awestruck at once [spoiler](who was actually cringing when the Joker put his knife to people's faces? I seriously thought they were gonna show him carve someone up)[/spoiler] Christian Bale wins best Batman. Hell, the whole cast just gets "Best and Most Believable Batman Cast Ever." Ahh, and this movie would also get an award for "Best Magic Trick"- making a pencil dissapear in a man's face.[/FONT] [SIZE="1"][I]Oh, and I know it's been said quite a bit, but seriously, Batman and Robin was horrible.[/I][/SIZE]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Of course I don't mind, Gavin. I was actually really hoping that Valen would approach Faust with the chance to join Valen's men. Faust, despite having calmed down in prison, still has a lot of pent up rage against Hylians and yearns for a juster world. I think him and Valen will get along quite well. [B]EDIT:[/B] I'm eager to get Faust working for you, Gavin, but I was wondering if you'd wanted to handle our character's meeting or not.[/FONT]

[INDENT][FONT="Palatino Linotype"][CENTER][IMG]http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee132/Runaway511/zelda/faustavatar.jpg[/IMG] [B][U]The Offer Pt. 1[/U][/B][/CENTER] [B]?Wise decision, Mr. Faust. Your cooperation is more than appreciated. We?ll retrieve you when your services are needed for your nation.?[/B] Faust couldn?t help but grin smugly. [B]?So until then, you send me back to my cage? Should?ve seen [I]that[/I] coming.?[/B] The Hylian officer growled and sprung up, grabbing Faust by his collar. [B]?Get this straight, you little punk. You?re lucky we even considered offering you this chance to redeem yourself. You need a lesson in manners.?[/B] The officer punched Faust in the stomach and threw him against the wall. He sneered and stepped over Faust, staring at him disdainfully. [B]?Show some appreciation, boy.?[/B] He turned on his heel and began to exit when Faust began to laugh softly. The guard growled again and turned to face him. Faust rose slowly, dusted himself off, and strode directly up to the man, staring him in the eyes. [B]?Don?t kid yourself. I can see it in your eyes. [I]You[/I] didn?t choose to give me this offer. Someone else did- someone above you. And you hate that, don?t you? Lemme guess? A human, isn?t it? Oh, you must hate that! Being inferior to a human? Well just how does that [I]feel[/I]??[/B] The officer roared and quickly motioned to punch Faust; however, Faust easily grabbed the man?s arm, pushed into his chest, and slammed him into the floor. He lowered his face right above the guards and jeered. [B]?Get [I]this[/I] straight. I?m an innocent man doomed to live out the rest of my days in this hell hole because you Hylians just loving having a human scapegoat. And then what do you do? You come in here and tell me that I need to [I]redeem[/I] myself? REDEEM myself? Since I?ve been admitted to this place, I?ve been beaten relentlessly, and as much as I?d love to believe it was simply because you pinned murder on me? it?s not. The petty Hylian criminals and the Hylian murderers band together to attack me. And why? [I]Why[/I]? Why don?t you tell me! Why don?t you---? [/B] Faust clenched his teeth and took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily. He hadn?t been that worked up in ages, and he was ashamed for lapsing into that behavior. He let the man go, walked away, and sat down on the floor, crossing his legs. He spoke without looking at him. [B]?Regardless? You?re?right. I should be respectful. You?re giving me a chance for my life back. I?m in your debt.?[/B] The man rose and cracked his knuckles, whistling for his accomplices. Two more guards walked into the room, and cracked their knuckles as well. The lead guard laughed. [B]?You?re right, I wouldn?t choose to give you any chance back into life, pig? You can thank Valen for that. None-the-less, I think it only fair you begin repaying your debt to society now??[/B] [CENTER][I][U]A Couple of Minutes Later?[/U][/I][/CENTER] [B]?Hope you learned your lesson!?[/B] The three men threw open the door to Faust?s prison cell and tossed Faust against the furthermost wall, laughing as they strode off. The prisoner in the next cell, Derius, scoffed and spoke through the gate as Faust picked his bruised body up. [B]?Been a while since the guards beat you up. You must?ve really angered ?em, ey??[/B] Faust sighed and shrugged, sitting down on his bed and stretching his sore body. Derius responded, despite the silence. [B]?They must have struck a chord with ya, huh? Yer father? Yer mother? Or that dirty ex-partner of yours who sold you out??[/B] This got a rise out of Faust, who just couldn?t help but laugh at the last one. [B]?Hah? How would they know about that? Like they?d believe that the upstanding citizen who turned me in was really my ex-partner, and was really the one who committed the bulk of the crimes I was charged with-- especially the murder? No? It was the way he treated me. The way he acknowledged me. You know??[/B] Derius sighed in approval. [B]?All too well. But we?ll only have to deal with [I]these[/I] racists only so much longer--? ?Then we deal with a society of them,?[/B] Faust interrupted. Derius hung his head and responded quietly, rolling over in his bed. [B]?Yah??[/B][/FONT][/INDENT]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"][CENTER][B]Name:[/B] Faust [B]Race:[/B] Human [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Brief character history:[/B] Faust was born into a human family, son of Faustus and Guinevere. Faustus was a blacksmith, and his mother, a maid for a rich Hylian family. His childhood was far from happy, but he remained infallibly, and naively, optimistic. At a young age, Faustus watched as his father?s job suffered due to a neighboring Hylian blacksmith taking all of the business in the area, despite his inferior products, and also as his mother slowly became more and more withdrawn from her family due to the nature of her ?work?. He was unsure exactly what the nature of his mother?s job was, but it clearly drove a wedge between his parents, and he could often hear the two of them fiercely arguing well into the night. Finally, at the age of 12, the arguing ended- when his mother was murdered. Her body was found near the property of the Hylians she worked for; clothes ripped, and housing strangle marks around her neck and dark bruises around her wrists. Her employer claimed to know nothing about the nature of the crime, though even the young Faust was astute enough to note that the size of the strangle marks were exactly the same size as her employer?s hands. His father noticed to, and for the next couple of months he shut down shop and holed himself and his son in his house, relentlessly attacking his son every day. Faust was terrified at first, and couldn?t bring himself to even raise his arms in defense against his father?s onslaught. He would plead fruitlessly for his father to stop, and he spent most of the first month crying. He wised up soon enough. By the third month, not only was defending himself reflexive, but so was attacking back. His father, in turn, increased the intensity of his assaults, adding weapons into the fray. This went on for half a year, and then, just as suddenly as his mother was out of his life, so was his father. He woke up that morning, realizing he father was nowhere to be found. He lied back in his bed and remained motionless for the next couple days, waiting for his father to return home- not out of compassion, but because he didn?t know what else to do with himself. Soon enough, however, the news was spread around town; a human had attacked a Hylian manor, slaughtering everyone before finally being killed by Hylian officials. Faust, unable to handle himself, and enraged with his father, left the house and turned to a life of crime and violence, becoming a murderous Robin Hood of sorts; stealing from the Hylians and giving to the humans. This life lasted until he was 15, with Faust barely keeping out of the hands of Hylian officials. Ironically, his arrest finally came under false pretenses- he was framed for a murder and series of thefts performed by another criminal. He was given a biased trial and sent straight to prison, despite his age. Even in prison he was treated as the worst of criminals, with the officers and the Hylian prisoners teaming up to thrash him every day. He sustained a number of serious injuries the next four years he was trapped in there, including a permanent burn over his left eye were he was struck with a hot metal rod. Surprisingly, all of these events helped to calm down the rampaging Faust. His skills in combat increased with every prison brawl he was forced to endure, and his agility and stamina were augmented substantially. His skills didn?t go unnoticed by the guards, and eventually, word of his talents reached important upper echelon officials as the war loomed closer. Finally, he was approached with an ultimatum- whither out the rest of his days in that hell hole, or be granted amnesty by fighting for the Hylian army against Ganandorf. Which do you think he chose? [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/ZukoBlackWhite.jpg"][B]Link[/B][/URL] [B]-P.S.-[/B] I hope it's fine that I used photoshop to make that picture look like a drawing, but if it's not, I have another picture I can use.[/CENTER][/FONT]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Allastor looked over at Izoku to respond to her comment. [B]?Maybe it feels as if we?re intruding on its territory. I get the feeling that it doesn?t get many visitors like us.?[/B] She shrugged, indifferently, taking a puff of her pipe. Louie looked over at Allastor and frowned. [B]?Well I?m sure if we just explain the sit?u?ation to the biggin, he wouldn?t mind too much.?[/B] Louie turned to the Armadillo-badger and smiled. [B]?Hey there, critter! My name?s Louie, and these here are my friends. We don?t mean to be trespassin? in your part of the forest--? [/B]The armadillo-badger interrupted Louie?s apology? by swinging his massive arm down in Louie?s direction. Louie lazily evaded the large arm by water bending a nearby pool of water into a water whip to strike at the animal?s hand before it reached him. He scratched the back of his head, frowning. [B]?Well that wasn?t very nice??[/B] Allastor glanced at Louie with a mingled expression of humor and horror. That creature had been entirely ready to smash him, and he was barely phased. Allastor liked him already. The creature however, didn?t seem to share Allastor?s sentiment, and appeared to be more irritated than anything else by Louie speaking, so he affectionately swung his arm at Louie again. Instinctively, Allastor clenched his fists and shot a plume of white flame out at the armadillo-badger, which reared back in shock. A surprised voice from behind him caught his attention. [B]?You can bend white fire??[/B] Allastor turned and noted that the voice belonged to the other fire-bender in the group, Kei. He had seen her around a couple times before in his town, but had never spoken to her- he had heard of, however, (and even on occasion caught a glimpse of) her impressive fire-bending skills. He had no time to comment back, however, because the armadillo-badger took the minor distraction as a chance to swing at Allastor and Louie again. Luckily, the others weren?t exactly going to sit around and allow Allastor or Louie to be broken in half. Izoku sent a powerful gust their way, knocking the two back as the eart-benders Torin and Amaya erected an earthen wall to deflect the blow. Liir sprung over the confused armadillo-badger and whacked it hard over the head, before landing next to Louie. Kei walked up to Allastor?s right side and smiled at him. [B]?Get ready!? [/B]Allastor raised an eyebrow at her, and then realized from her stance that they were going to perform a joint fire bending attack. Torin and Amaya nodded back at the two of them and lowered the wall. As it went down, the two fire benders spun around, pushed their arms against each other, and unleashed a massive white fireball out of their fists? Unfortunately, the armadillo-badger had turned around right as they performed the strike, and the fire merely rolled off of it. Izoku grinned and took a deep breath from her pipe. [B]?Oh dear??[/B] [CENTER]+++[/CENTER][/FONT] [SIZE="1"][B]OOC[/B]: I hope I portrayed everyone?s character correctly, and that nobody minds a teeny-weeny altercation with the armadillo-badger. :D[/SIZE]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"][B]Name:[/B] Allastor [B]Age: [/B]17 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/Lmugshot-1.jpg"][Allastor][/URL] Allastor stands at 6?1??, and is a thin, toned young man. His jet black hair is extraordinarily long in the back, but he keeps it in a ponytail at all times. His eyes, surprisingly for a fire-bender, are a luminescent, piercing blue color, almost white in tone (rumored to be a side-effect of his family line?s legacy of bending white flames). Three piercing line his right ear, two at top, and one in the lobe. Dress wise, Allastor is most commonly dressed in a black, v-neck, collared t-shirt, with thick red lining (and subsequently, the collar to said shirt is always up), matching black shorts, wooden sandals, and a black head-band. Black wristbands guard both of his wrists at all time as well. [B]Nation:[/B] Fire [B]Element:[/B] Fire [B]Weapon:[/B] A combination of fire bending and martial arts. [B]What was your character doing when they heard news of Wen Ru's death?:[/B] [Will Edit][/FONT]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"][B]Name:[/B] Allastor Dietrich [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Age:[/B] 23 [B]Race:[/B] Fire Demon- Aesir- A race of powerful demons long-ago revered as gods, they were cut down to size by the elves and jealous demons in a macabre battle. They were stripped of many of their powers, which were sealed into rings that were kept from them for many eternities. This, though trifling, did not provide a great problem for the Aesir, they were a race of reincarnating demons, and there was only so long that the rings could be hidden from them. Even so, they remained as high class demons, an aristocracy of sorts among monsters, and one day progressed to find the rings with their stolen abilities. Though the rings only resonate to a true Aesir descendant, they ring has a mind of it’s own in many respects and will only activate when it deems necessary. [B]Position:[/B] Soldier of Fujin [B]Personality:[/B] Allastor is an enigma, if one were to put it lightly. He has a great love and lust for battle, and upon first glance one would mistake him for a cocky, merciless, spiteful brute. He is not unfamiliar to mockery and sarcasm towards his opponent during battle, and is in no way afraid to prey on the insecurities of an opponent to ensure himself and his allies [if any see past his battle facade] victory. In regards to his marksmanship and swordsmanship, he is even crueler; he reduces his opponents to a pitiable, pathetic, fatal state, so carved and cleaved apart, and with so many gun wounds that any merciful man would end their suffering- but Allastor watches with an unrequited glee until his fancy is met. However, his loyalty to his allies and friends is unmatched- he would bare the weight of the worlds on his shoulder if Atlas so asked him to. To women, children, and allies, he is a hospitable, caring, loving, amiable man, and there are few with a better disposition and countenance than he. When alone, or in close company, however, another contradictory side of Allastor is revealed- a suicidal, bitter, hopeless Allastor who has all but given up on life. With the timeless tragedies befallen upon him and others he loves, he sometimes loses all recognition of the beauty and love of the world, and wishes only to see its demise, or his own. Which is the real Allastor is often debated upon by his friends, but those who are acquainted well enough with him known that only circumstance has made him bitter in the shadows and hateful amongst bloodshed- his true soul is coated in kindness and goodwill. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/Lmugshot-1.jpg"][Allastor][/URL] Allastor is a handsome “young man” standing at 6’1’’, with a thin, lean, muscular figure. His hair is jet black, save the fierce red tipped bangs that fall over his vermillion eyes. His teeth a pearly white, and his smile impeccable, but upon further examination, one would catch sight of the extraordinary sharpness of all of his teeth, due to his demon heritage. He has only two scars- two x shaped ones on the back of both hands that erupt with flame when he becomes outraged. His outfit is unique amongst he demons he lived with- though they preferred the older, traditional medieval look of demons, he, instead prefers or more bandit like appearance. He wears a collared long sleeved shirt with the collar always turned up and the sleeves torn off at the shoulder. Over the shirt is a black vest with white lining and silver buckles that latch in the front, but are always left unlatched. Black pants line down to his boots, and both his pants and boots are covered in a thing yet powerful protective metal from the knee down. This same protective metal forms the gauntlet like armguards on both arms that extend down from the shoulder to his knuckles. These armguards appear even thinner then the shin-guards, with the metal barely any thicker then the leather it is coated to. He is also always seen wearing an intricately designed golden ring- the ring that houses the rest of his powers. Though normal at first glance, upon further examination you would discover that the ring is very gothic, and is made of human bones that were, once forged into this ring, dipped and cemented in gold. [B]Weapon: [/B] [I]Valkyrie Blade[/I]- Allastor’s trusted re-enforced rapier blade. It’s blade’s width is broader and fuller than a normal rapier, able to hold it’s own against even the most powerful of broadswords without chipping, denting, or shattering. This is due to the wonder of it’s nature- it was forged by Allastor himself in a past life, and it’s energies are directly linked to his own, so as long as he remains alive, and capable of reincarnation, the blade cannot be destroyed. [URL="http://img.diytrade.com/cdimg/178662/408968/0/1057219192.jpg"][I]Nidhogg[/I]- [/URL]A terrible, ancient handgun, crafted by a loyal friend of Allastor’s with an obsession of machinery. In it’s dormant state it is short and capable of dealing quick, successive shots with only mediocre strength. When “released” the barrel grows longer, and though it loses expediency in blast, its attacks increase dramatically in strength, more resembling of a cannon then a simple firearm. [B]Abilities/Magic:[/B] Allastor has an almost unparalleled expertise in the mastery of the Heat element. His ability over fire his evolved, in a sort, from the baseline definition of the phrase- not only can he manipulate, create, disperse, and absorb flames, use the explosive energy of fire to create lightning bolts, and superheat areas around him -increasing his own stats and lowering the fighting capacity of his opponent; he can also cause his opponent’s blood to boil, submitting them into a berserker state where they attack without provocation, discrepancy or forethought. Coupled with his sword skills- sword skills that have earned him the title of “Sword Saint” in some regions and “The Silver Streak Demon” in others- he’s a force not to be trifled with, though he is far from invulnerable. His extreme reliance on the Heat element has imparted upon him a deadly side-effect: he is extremely susceptible to water based magicks and powers. [B]Character Snippet:[/B] [Will Edit Later] [CENTER]†††[/CENTER][/FONT] [SIZE="1"][B]OOC:[/B] Promise to finish this soon, there's only so much time you can take away from the family on christmas, you know?[/SIZE]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"][center][U][SIZE="3"]A Knowledgeable Gentleman: The Agreeable [Yet Oddly Disconcerting] Allastor Darcy[/SIZE][/U] [CENTER][SIZE="3"]?[/SIZE][/CENTER] The sun that day was in the greatest of glories the streets of Soho had ever seen- its discarded grey beams, despite their solemnity and foreboding, were almost yellow in shade. Even the clouds were less plentiful this day; there could only be three or four layers preventing the fabled blue sky from coming into view. Had the birds not given up joy so long ago, they may have even chirped once or twice that morn. But all of this was inconsequential. It was morning, regardless of circumstance, and thus, a time for awakenings. Which was exactly what a young Mr. Allastor Darcy did, without the minutest form of enjoyment. He groaned out of bed, his handsome face, and deceptively warm blue eyes obscured by his beautiful, but idiosyncratically un-kept, hair. He opened the blinds to his window, unnecessarily shielding his eyes against the dull light. He bathed quickly, and threw on his casual suit- he had full intentions of receiving company today, and he wanted to prepare his esteemed colleague a fine dinner, as he would undoubtedly be drained of all will and movement. Or rather, any rational man would be. A man of [I]his[/I] insatiable vengeance could only hunger, even in fatigue and in weakness; so thus, a dinner was a most pertinent matter. A knock at the door distracted him from his thoughts- at first he was inclined to believe it his expected company, but the lack of severity in its beat clarified it as another familiarity. Allastor strode from his room quickly to the threshold of his home, tossing the door open only long enough to catch fleeting glance of a couple walking down the street. Once out of sight, he instinctively retrieved his paper and the envelope atop of it. The couple currently fleeing down the walkway was renting out half of the large Darcy manor elsewhere, which provided Darcy the opportunity to live alone in his quaint house. The happy couple spoke very little to Darcy, and he only saw them whenever they delivered their rent- as well as the rent of the other some odd families who lived on his estate, who shared in the disdain of his existence. He supposed it was attributed to the feeling of inferiority they surely felt in relation to him- they were residents on his expansive property, living the high life earned through his relentless efforts, not their own. They were playing aristocrat, and his presence alone threatened to pull their reality out from beneath them. As little contact with him as possible maintained the illusion, and, ironically, set it into stone- the final step into their idealized aristocracy was denying the existence of anything outside their realm of acceptable and tolerable thought. He smiled slightly to himself, painfully bemused by the ignorance of the aristocrats around him. Maybe to them, the sky was indeed still blue, the sun still golden, and it was indeed, a time of great joy and prosperity. But to be absolutely fair to those naïve children walking away from his door, to their families, to their neighbors, to the high-risen part of the city, life was as good as it ever was. They never traveled below into poverty, never strode so far away from their well-kept, orderly families and street corners to see a woman lay dead on the side of the street, beaten beyond recognition by her husband. Never having shopped at a middle class market, it was possible they would not, sensible that they could not, be aware that it was just as likely to leave the market with your commodities as it was to leave with a knife wound, and without the former. He sighed these thoughts away and took to his study. He sat himself promptly and opened the newspaper, scanning it?s pages for some sign of reality, hoping that not every member of this community was too blind to acknowledge a surrounding world. Suddenly a headline caught his eyes, one that could not help but urge forward the smile creeping across his face. Hoping that he was not merely disillusioning himself to believe the papers had discovered this occurrence so soon, he read each word of the headline aloud. [B]?Respectable Man Found Dead.?[/B] The last word was barely uttered from his lips as he became choked with uncontrollable laughter. Mr. Thomas F. Jackson, respectable? Yes, well, what more could you say of an opium-addicted alcoholic who frequented the street corners for night walkers? Respectable? It was a great offence to the word to use it any mannerism with that man. That despicable man could not have known a word such as respectable existed. Allastor wiped the tears from his eyes as he attempted to regain his composure, still chuckling lightly. [B]?What a world that we live in. What a world??[/B] He finished his paper without much interest from that point on, and tossed it aside in no time at all. He sat there in silence a moment, then pulled a cigar from his pocket, and lit it, breathing slowly. He felt the smoke swirl inside of his mouth, travel down into his lungs, and corrupt him from his very core. He breathed outward, and became overwhelmed with an urge to convulse in a very sudden manner. He grasped for his trash bin quickly and violently vomited blood. He wiped his mouth clean once the upheaval had finished, then returned to smoking his cigar. He couldn't truly have cared less at that moment what effect that very cigar, or the next, or the next may have on him- he was too resolved to die just yet, though his unconquerable weakness for cigars threatened to test that. He smoked his cigar in renewed silence for quite a while, most assured that as soon as he was to head for the market, his guest would arrive. Taking his chances, he stood up- and without missing so much as a beat, a series of knock echoed through his home. Allastor sighed as he went to receive his company. [B]?He must be very content to ruin my plans in such a manner, plotting his every move to coexist with and counteract my own. Yet I am in no place to complain. My services to his lordship are most ardently given.?[/B] Allastor opened his door slowly, smiling through his cigar at the ragged man standing on his doorstep. [B]?Good morn, neighbor. You look absolutely dreadful, and had I not already reviewed the paper, I would have assumed your task assuredly completed on the basis of that fact alone. But, allow me to resign the stage to yourself. Surely you feel so inclined as to recollect the incident with me as I head to the market. Shall we be off?? [/B][/center][/FONT] [CENTER][FONT="Palatino Linotype"]?[/FONT][/CENTER] [SIZE="1"][b]OOC:[/b] I hope everything is in order, Blayze. I hope that my character's disposition is clearly displayed, though his vice is slightly more complicated then I let on- Mr. Allastor Darcy does not only have a love of cigars, it extends to a greater universal love of smoke. Steam engines, fires, and cigars are amongst the pleasurable objects that Allastor cannot deny himself. He abhors other drugs, however, and will severely refuse to indulge in these activities, even should the allure of smoke be made clearly.[/SIZE]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Sandy and/or Shy, I have two questions for you: [LIST]Would it be beneficial to the story to have a greater difference in the age variance of the characters? If so, I was considering changing my character into a youngeer age, 13 or 14, but if it's unnecessary than I won't. [/LIST] [LIST]Does our portrait picture have to be conventional? Let's say the character is in aristocratic clothing, but happens to be sticking his [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/Lavihot.jpg"][B][I][tongue out.][/I][/B][/URL] Could I get away with saying it reflects his personality? ^_^; If not, I still have a great [B][I][URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/1172167188584.jpg"][back-up.][/URL][/I][/B] [/LIST][/FONT]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"]My profile picture is edited, and I hope it is up to par. If it needs to be changed again, please let me know.[/FONT]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"][B]Your name:[/B] Belfram Coritheus Almagest [B]Your age:[/B] 14 [B]Your position inside the Almagest family:[/B] Grandson of Leonhart Almagest [B]Your portrait:[/B] [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/1172167188584.jpg"]Belfram[/URL] [B]Your occupation:[/B] Belfram is soon to attend CHAOS with the coming of his 15th birthday, with dreams of learning transport alchemy there so he can manufacture and fly airships. He's already recieving personal lessons on transport alchemy from his family. [B]Your story:[/B] [INDENT]Belfram, though relatively young, already knows how he wants to spend the rest of his life: his one dream and passion is to one day work for Artemis Air Transports, so he can build and fly airships, and to one day have his very own. This passion of his, though adequately fueling his desire to excel at Transport Alchemy, does have some drawbacks; he can become so overwhelmed with his love for the great expansive sky and the beautiful iron gods that are airships that he can easily fall right into a fantasy daydream where he is the “Sky Pirate Belfram”. The signature goggles he wears firmly around his neck often give way to when one of his daydreams begin; the moment they snap over his eyes, he’s definitely gone. Knowing that he will soon attend CHAOS, however, he is working furtively to suppress this habit of his- not to much avail of course. His older sister and his father readily support him, but the other members of his family, though acknowledging that a career with Transport Magitechnology is respectable, scoff at Belfram‘s dreams of visiting foreign lands. Like stereotypical aristocrats, they have advised him not to leave their “haven in the sky“ to mingle with those who dwell “beneath the Earth“. Fauntleroy, Belfram‘s uncle, seems most adamant in this point. Belfram, though respectful of his uncle and other family members, remains firm in his resolve to see the world. Often he is caught trying to sneak down to New Czenoble, just to try and get a look around. This innate curiosity of Belfram‘s has an extreme tendency to get him into trouble. He‘s not a mischievous child, per se, his curiosity just gets the better of him ten times out of ten. He has a knack for being in places where he’s not exactly welcome, or walking into a conversation not appropriate for a “child”, though he is far from one. Whenever Belfram is sent away or scolded for being “nosey” he merely apologizes for his wrongdoing, like the proper gentlemanly young man that he is, and makes his way off to the Aerodromes to watch the airships undock, or he heads off to the Chimera Circuit or Gladiator Games. [/INDENT] [CENTER]+++++[/CENTER][/FONT] [SIZE=1][B]OOC:[/B] Another young playmate, eh?[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Well, I'm currently working on my sign-up, but before I continue, and given that my sign-up is up to par, I'd like to ask Andrew and SunfallE [given that she accepts him as a father] if it'd be fine for me to join their branch of the family; i.e. Andrew's son and SunfallE's brother.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]OOC:[/B] Good job, Protoss. Your in-depth sign ups always put my slightly vague ones to shame, though :P. All we need now is for TAU to post his and I can get this going, and I can also post the underground thread. :] [B][CENTER]+++++[/B][/center] [B]Name: [/B]Tetsuya Kira [B]Age: [/B]17 [B]Gender: [/B]Male [B]Role: [/B]The Villain [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/Lmugshot.jpg"][Tetsuya][/URL] He’s a very handsome individual, standing at 6’1’’ with a very lightly tanned, slim, muscular body. Even behind the rectangular lenses of his glasses, his crimson eyes shine brilliantly, and are enough to make any girl melt [unlike in the picture, his eyes are very soft, as is his face]. He’s always well kept, and always smells good; odd idiosyncrasies of his character, as it almost seems a little unnatural that someone should retain those qualities at all time. His outfits, too, are extraordinarily well kept. He wears his [B][I][URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/vampire_knight_cover4.jpg"][school uniform][/URL][/I][/B] neatly pressed everyday, though at times during the day, he is known to take of his jacket- even in this case he folds it up and holds it over his arm. This near perfect appearance, though appealing to a great proportion of the student female population, can still be summed up in one word: peculiar. How can anyone be so perfect? [B]Personality: [/B]If the populace didn’t know better, they might think he was a vampire. Kind, sweet, gentlemanly, peculiarly dashing, and even sharp-fanged, he has the demeanor of someone with a secret. His smile is genuine, and so are his words, but his crimson eyes emanate something evil in their beauty; something murderous, something with keen bloodlust. It never comes out in his everyday personality; to be truthful, he’s a very compassionate person, and truly cares for the well being of others. Even in the dual life that he leads, he still maintains his calm and gentle disposition- but he will not hesitate in any way, shape, or form to torture and or kill a target. He is sympathetic to those of his targets that deserve sympathy, but he will strike them down with no less expediency than that with which he would fell an enemy who could crack through his beautiful exterior. [B]Weapons: [/B] [U]Melee:[/U] [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/FFTA2Vaan.jpg"][I][Ancient Blade]-[/I][/URL] Though quite odd in appearance in contrast to the rest of the cold, bleak world they live in, Tetsuya’s fantasy-esque blade maintains the air of mystery around his character. His blade is extraordinarily powerful, and though he himself is not as powerful as Kain or , he can deal devastating blows with the extreme speed of his blows. [u]Gun:[/u] [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/beretta92fs.jpg"][I][Dual Beretta 92FS Inox]-[/I][/URL] These 15 round semi-automatic handguns compliment Tetsuya quite well. He can fire them off in rapid succession, dealing a line of fatal shots to multiple opponents. He can reload in the blink of an eye, giving an opponent no hope for a reprise from his onslaught of bullets. [u]Scythe:[/u] [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/deathnote21im.jpg"][I][Rugged Companion]-[/I][/URL] Tetsuya’s scythe is the most terrifying in appearance, not unlikely attributed to his role as “the villain”. Completely jagged, there is no difference between the hilt and the blade, all of which appears to be forged from a form of bone-like material. Despite it’s material, the blade is extremely sharp, and can easily rend through metal. This is augmented by the natural ability for the cosmic scythes to rip through barriers of any type, and tamper with electronic devices of any shape or form. [B]Gifts/Abilities:[/B] [I]The Eyes:[/I] An ability apparently unique to the cosmic manifestations, the wielder is born with them, and it is impossible for another to gain them. When the “wielder” is attacked, all they need do is defend the oncoming attack with their hands. As the blow connects, the “eyes” will activate, instantly replicating the move and enhancing the body to match whatever qualifications the body must meet to perform said move. One downside of this ability, however, is that the user will receive a little of the personality of whomever performed the attack on them. [I]Haste:[/I] Tetsuya’s primary skill and ability is his agility and speed. He gives off the impression of being as light as air, and can deal rapid, powerful blows by gaining inertia. His nimble movements allow him to dodge blows and even bullets gracefully, almost as if gravity has no effect on him; however, he’s more susceptible to physical damage than his other counterparts. [B]Why you’ve joined Justice [background]:[/B]Tetsuya was born unto Musha Kira and Bella Santiago. The family lived in The Noble Earth for a great time in the manor belonging to Bella’s family. Though Musha and Bella were arranged to be married long ago, they fell in love easily, and happily had Tetsuya, and treated him with sincere love and affection all of his life. Growing up in Spain, he was taught the noble art of fencing from a very young age. His studies were advanced, and he readily sped through his school work. He spoke Spanish and Japanese fluently, and was even mastering English very early on. At the age of 12, his parents not wanting to deny him a piece of his cultural heritage, Tetsuya was moved to Imperial Empire, to live in the Kira manor. His education and training was finished there, and he became a highly respected individual in the community, and eventually all of Japan. Tetsuya was a well-behaved, well-mannered young man, and he had a plethora of women which would gladly be his betrothed. His parents, though very mindful of their son’s feelings, arranged him to marry into another wealthy family; he was betrothed to Inase Ro-Yaru. He did not love her, but he was obedient and would marry. The marriage never came though, however, as Tetsuya’s life soon fell apart. At the age of 15, his parents and his new born little sister, Estrella, were mercilessly butchered by Psychopath J-152 while Tetsuya was out at the symphony with Inase. When he returned home, he found his family mutilated in the weapons room, killed by their own antiquities. He instantly fell into a deep depression, speaking to none, not even Inase. The weeks speed by without purpose, until finally their killer was apprehended by a man named Justice. Justice told Tetsuya that Psychopath J-152 had been muttering something about murdering Tetsuya’s family, and other rich family’s for money, to change his fortune. Tetsuya thanks the man as genuinely as he could, his heart having fallen to into despair to truly thank Justice. He then asked Justice is there was any way for him to repay him. He was astounded by his answer. Justice told him to work for him, capturing and even murdering others like his family’s killer. He told Tetsuya of the truth of the world as it was now, an even about his own unique gifts and abilities. Tetsuya joined him without a second though, joining Justice’s imperial division and abandoning the life he had had. Now, he has been given orders from Justice to depart from the Imperial Division to the Free-Soil Division, to continue his duties and search for a new mark, Glitch.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][CENTER][SIZE="4"][FONT="Microsoft Sans Serif"][B]The Universe[/B][/FONT][/SIZE] [I]+++++ [U]The Ark Underground Levels of Sky Garden Eden[/U][/I][/CENTER] [B]?I never dreamed that you would need a physical manifestation. When they told me of your existence, I could scarcely believe it? And surely I never believed that I would stand here before you.?[/B] A sound from outside distracted the speaker. He clenched his teeth, excitedly, barely able to hold him self still as he studied the containment unit in front of him. The androgynous being in front of him floated peacefully inside of it, but he knew it was watching. He knew it could hear him, even through the thick glass that separated them. A door opened from behind him, and light flooded past the young boy into the pitch black room, casting his shadow across the peculiar machinery of the containment cell. [B]?Sir, Sir Justice! You?re needed by the Leaders. Please come immediately.?[/B] The boy sounded slightly nervous to be delivering the message, but it was his job, and he was bound to complete it. He left before the man could respond, leaving him once again in the dark. The man turned towards the door and stopped as he grabbed the door handle. [B]?Justice! Justice?! O beautiful Irony how I wish you were with me now to hear this. Justice is mine.?[/B] He glanced over his shoulder one last time, staring at the seemingly lifeless being. [B]?Stay yourself, my friend. These walls cannot contain Gods.?[/B] He opened the door slowly, the light creeping across his body until it engulfed him entirely and he became shapeless, a concept of a man. [CENTER][I]+++++ [u]World Headquarters, Sky Garden Eden[/I][/U][/CENTER] [b]?He is dangerous. You know this.?[/B] Justice stood in front of a group of men. The Leaders, the rulers of the world. The one who had spoken was Emperor, and when he sat, another arose: King. [B]?He can undo all that Universe does. He is born of the same manner as Universe, and as his foil is as powerful.?[/B] King looked at Justice intently. His silence spoke volumes: [I]capture him, or kill him.[/I] King sat, and Grand Duchess took Justice?s ear. [B]?We charge you with this task because you have done great good for the world, for us. But you must understand??[/B] She took her seat once more and gazed at Justice. Again, the silence spoke for itself. [I]Fail, and there will be dire repercussions.[/I] The last speaker stood; Kaiser. He stood for what seemed like an eternity without speaking, only observing Justice. Justice kept his composure, despite the uneasiness creeping through his system. Kaiser, relaxed his intent stare and smiled. He extended his hand to Justice, who took it swiftly. [B]?He is near you, in FreeSoil. I know you will put your best men on the job, yes? Glitch must be captured. Understood??[/B] His casual, cheery demeanor was, by far, the most spine chilling of all the Leaders. He would not hesitate to rip Justice limb from limb. Kaiser bowed his head slightly and sat. [B]?You are dismissed.?[/B] Justice bowed to his superiors and strode swiftly from the room. [I][CENTER]+++++ [u]Righteousness Inc. New York[/U][/CENTER][/I] Justice sat behind his desk, resting his chin on his folded hands. He looked down at the documents on the table, spread out in no particular order. He leaned back in his seat, then stared blankly at the ceiling. He spoke aloud, seemingly to himself. [B]?My best men? Two are already here? But the last I?ll have to bring in from our Imperial Division? But they?ll work like proper puppets. My ultimate goal will be realized.?[/B] A figure emerged from the shadows of the room, Nye invisible before. [B]?Should we watch them??[/B] A smile crept across Justice?s face. The man nodded in response, and disappeared back into the darkness. Justice rolled his eyes towards where his accomplice had vanished. [B]?Be wary Shadow. If the Leaders or my men discover you, I can not protect you any longer.?[/B] Though he received no answer this time, he knew he had been heard. He leaned forward again, pushing over a stack of papers so that only three were left. He grabbed one and looked it over as he picked up the phone with his other hand and dialed a number. He never took his gaze off of the report file, even as he spoke to the person on the other end of the line. [B]?Hello? Yes. Yes, send him out here at once. I can?t say much. Yes, it may be dangerous to have all three in one spot, but they were bound to cross paths eventually. Yes, they are aware, but so long as those three work for me they are in no danger, so please don?t worry. Monday? Sounds great. Goodbye.?[/B] He hung up the phone and placed the sheet back with the other two. [B]?You are the Villain, the Hero, and The Balance. Together, you may be as strong as Universe and Glitch. You might even surpass Glitch?And that certainly does give you the potential to pose a threat to me and my plans? Well, I certainly am keeping my enemies close, eh?? [/B] [I][CENTER]+++++ [u]Public High School, New York[/CENTER][/I][/U] [B]?Class, today I?d like you to welcome a transfer student into out ranks.?[/B] A young black haired gentleman stepped forward. His crimson eyes radiated from behind his glasses, but did not draw attention away from his earnest, serene smile. [B]?My name is Tetsuya Kira. It?s a pleasure?to be joining your ranks.? [/B][/size] [size=1][CENTER]*****[/CENTER] This is a closed RPG between myself, The Protoss, and The Anonymous Usual, but I am hoping that others will follow along with the story and post suggestions on story plotline, characters, or whatever else you may think of in the underground thread. In this Earth, your role in life, the person you will grow up to be, everything about your life is determined by the name given to you a birth. Your fate rests and hangs upon that and that alone. It determines how you will be treated, what jobs you will get, and you cannot alter that. The world was not always like this, but very few know that; namely, the Leaders. People are governed, now literally, by their emotions. And this is exactly how the leaders want it. Being able to discern exactly how a person will react to a situations simply by hearing their name allows them to manipulate and bend people to their will. The Leaders have even devised a way to keep the dissenters happy. Because even if the bulk of the world has forgotten the world as it once was, not all of them have. And those who remember will despise their lives, inhibited to behaving as somebody else has governed it. And a name cannot be changed, not it this world. At least, not until now. The Leaders now have the perfect embodiment of power, they have the physical manifestation of the Universe. Universe can alter, destroy, create, and somehow, they?ve found a way to capture and use it. And what better way to use such power, than too consolidate your rule? For any unsatisfied with their life, and who know the true reason why, are offered a choice. For the right sum of money, they can have a different name; a different lifestyle, a different personality, different chances. The Leaders are crafty, still. Any who come in for this transformation instantly forget the truth after it?s over. And yet, even with all these precautionary measures, they still have noteworthy enemies, enemies they cannot control, and even some that have not yet revealed themselves to be so. This story will follow the adventures of three unusual teenagers who are unlike their peers. Their names do not govern them in any way, shape, or form. They are free to act as they please, and they know the truth about this?reality. Desperate to help the world in any way possible, they are led to Justice, and he recruits them as his task force. Espionage, rescue missions, retrieval, and even murder, these three follow Justice loyally. But they?ll soon discover the presences of Universe and Glitch, and when they do, will they see the truth behind their master, and the ultimate truth behind the world? [CENTER][U][I][B]Sign-Up:[/B][/I][/U] [B]Name: Age: Gender: Role: Appearance: Personality: Weapons: Gifts/Abilities: Why you?ve joined Justice [background]:[/B][/CENTER] I'll post the underground thread sometime over the next two days. I hope there will suggestions. :][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Edel had just about passed out when finally something happened. Laertes began barking and howling furiously, dragging Edel out of his half fallen asleep state. Edel quickly shook himself to alertness, waiting for whatever may be coming for him. After a few seconds of Laertes barking, someone knocked on the door. Edel stood up warily and walked towards the door, looking through the peephole. The man on the other side spoke urgently. [B]"Edel! Edel Dietrich! If you're in there, you need to come out now! Your life could be in danger!"[/B] Edel froze. [i]Danger?[/i] The man behind the door looked honest enough, so Edel undid the bolts and locks and threw the door open. The man opened his mouth to speak, but was, quite expectedly, frozen with shock. [B]"Oh my..."[/B] No one had ever been into Edel's apartment before, so it was no surprise that the first one to do so would be shocked by it's appearance. Icicles hung from the cieling, the windows were covered in frost, and the room itself could have only been 30 degrees. The man pulled his eyes away from the sight and extended his hand to Edel. [B]"Edel, yes? My name is Adrian. I'm going to have to give you a brief synopsis of what's goin gon, because we really don't have much time. I'm from the Genesis Organization, where other gifted people like us reside. Currently we're trying to gather as many of you together from the city as possible, because there's a maniac on the loose attempting to kill us and remove our eyes. Nice, huh?"[/B] Edel's head was spinning from the information he had just gotten, but he understood it all none-the-less. He nodded to Adrian to show him that he understood. Adrian spoke again. [B]"Alright, now, we should really get going..."[/B] he looked down at Laertes who was licking his hand and attacking it with his paws, and couldn't help but smile. Edel nodded and turned around, grabbing his cell phone and his keys. He quickly wrote a note and left it on his table, then quickly text-message his girlfriend, giving her directions to his house. He smiled nervously. [i]She'd find out sooner or later.[/i] He turned back to Adrian. [B]"I'm ready."[/B] Adrian nodded and began walking towards the elevator. Edel walked to the front door and kneeled down to pet Laertes as he licked his face. [B]"You be good, buddy. Take good care of yourself and my girl, ya here?"[/B] Laertes barked in approval, and Edel kissed him on the nose before locking the door and accompaying Adrian to his car. [I][U]A Few Moments Later...[/U][/I] [B]"Here it is."[/B] Adrian and Edel stepped out of the car, in front of the massive building. Edel took a moment to look it over, and felt a cold chill pass up his spine, somwthing he hadn't felt in ages. It exhillarated him and frightened him all at one. He knew that from here on in his life would change. Hopefully it would change for the best. He and Adrian entered the building, and Edel was ready for whatever may come.[/SIZE]