Orcus

[SIZE="1"]Okryuu sat in Micheal's chambers, breathing heavily. He was extrodinarily confused by what had just gone on. He just sat there in silence, trying to contemplate why he had just had sex with a girl he had just met, in the bridge of a ship no less, how she had given birth so fast, and why, now, he still had so much energy. He put his hands in his face an dlet out a long sigh. Micheal laughed. [B]"That was some diplay out there, buddy! Didn't think you had that in you!"[/B] Okryuu chuckled lightly and wiped his face. [B]"Yah, neither did I... It was like I couldn't control myself... And everything she was saying just made sense to me, you know? Repopulating her tribe and all?... Was still really strange..."[/B] Micheal laughed and hit Okryuu on the shoulder. [B]"For future reference, should you ever be overtakn with that urge again, please not on my bridge, m'kay?"[/B] Okryuu nodded meakly as Micheal's attention was drawn away. He looked to the outside of the ship, confused. [B]"What in the hell... Hey, Okryuu, I'll be right back."[/B] Okryuu noded in confusion and watched Micheal walk off. He sat there for a couple minutes, then looked down at himself. He looked around, then lookeddown at himself again. [B]"I need a change of clothes. Can't travel in these..."[/B] He jumped up and headed towards the entrance of the ship, to walk in on a conversation between Micheal and two extrodinarily odd looking characters, apparently named Lance and Brash'una. He glanced them over once and politely waved. [B]"Hi... the names Okryuu. A pleasure."[/B] They both introduced themselves again, and then Okryuu turned back to Micheal. [B]"I'm gonna leave real quick, pick up some supplies, and then come back. Whether you like it or not, I'm now part of your crew."[/B] Micheal grunted as Okryuu jumped into his jeep and drove off. [U][I]A Few Minutes Later...[/I][/U] Okryuu drove back up the ship, and hopped out. He had completely changed attire from what he was wearing earlier. On his head rested a black cadet cap slightly tilted to the right, and around his neck were a pair of goggles. A black, short-sleeved, button ober jacket with the collar up was over a white, short sleeved, button up shirt with cuffs, also with the collar turned up. Dark blue jeans fell over his metal laced runnning shoes. He brushed himself off with his hands, which were covered by black, fingerless gloves. [B]"That oughtta do."[/B] He smiled contently and slung a bag of his shoulder, which bumped againist the long-gun he was wielding earlier, now perched on his back. He parked the car, pulled a wrench out of his pocket, and walked inside of the ship, ready to help in any way he could. [B]+++++[/B] [B]OOC:[/B] Wow, it was kinda wierd reading the sex posts Lilt, lol. But anyways, I decided Okryuu should have a wardrobe change, more appropriate for travelling.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Aldian Xyothol Cana?Bayne [B]Race:[/B] Half Drandarj, half human [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Age:[/B] 16 [B]Physical Description:[/B] [URL="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/9e/L_from_Death_Note.gif"][Aldian][/URL] [URL="http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/CrimsonEmo/Images/FFXIIBalthier.jpg"][Outfit][/URL] Aldian is tall for a human, but short for a Drandarj, standing at 6?3??. He retains many Drandarj features, despite the human blood in him: he is dark skinned [though lighter than the normal Drandarj], has jet black hair and beautiful golden eyes, and has a lean, powerful physical structure. The combination of Drandarj and human anatomies makes him that much harder to heal when injured, but he does keep the characteristic metallic alloy that encases Drandarj wounds. His spinal column does protrude a bit from his back but not to the same extent, and his nails, though still black, aren?t nearly as sharp. His fangs still are, however. His usual attire is extraordinarily in sync with casual Drandarj clothing, but has humanistic touches. On his head is a black bandanna with a golden plate on the front of it, on his left ear, three golden earring- two at the top and one in the lobe. Around his neck dangles a pair of goggles. As shown in the picture, he wears a bright, golden vest- but with no shirt on underneath, because he likes the contrast between his shin tone and the bright color. His black pants are not nearly as tight as shown, and are lined with silver metal and symbols; only his shoes and fingerless gloves are ?dull?, being entirely black. However, the golden rings [each having the face of some ferocious beast on them] that adorn each of his fingers still draws attention to his hands. Idiosyncratically, he is always chewing on a toothpick. [B]Personality:[/B] Aldian is an outspoken, charismatic, bouncy guy. He smiles a lot -and therefore bares his teeth a lot, which would be terrifying if not for his cheery demeanor. He?s not ever without a smile on his face, though it tends to morph into a smirk of annoyance when around Aria [see Back story]. It wouldn?t be too far fetched to call him a flirt; he denies the title profusely, though. For one reason or another, as he?s never outright stated why, he just enjoy the company of women to men. Regardless, he?s respectful to everyone, and is quite reliable. One peculiarity about himself is the difference of his voice. His voice is softer than the Drandarj, more human, but still retains its imperativeness, it?s commandeering strength, and, what seems to be a new strain resulting from his half blood, he is extraordinarily persuasive. [B]Occupation:[/B] On his planet he was a mechanic, now, he protects Aria. [B]Back-story & Abilities:[/B] Though being part Drandarj, Aldian was born and raised on Earth. He was extraordinarily bright and an amazingly swift learner, due to his Drandarjjrian roots, and the tutelage of his father, finishing high school at the age of 10. He went to college and received a degree in engineering and history, and was out by age 15. His childhood was just as swift to say the least; he had little time or effort to make friends, and most of his classmates were either frightened by his alien appearance, or spiteful of his quick advancements. His father believed deeply in the boy putting his schoolwork, studies, and training -as he taught him a number of fighting styles and how to wield numerous weapons, solely for the purpose of self-defense- and his mother shared the notion; she was rarely around, though, due to her job working on spacecrafts for the government. After college, and being still to young to work, his father began a more in depth lesson of the traditions, beliefs, and customs of his planet. He readily absorbed this information, not casting it away for the scorn it evoked from others upon him as might another child. With his heritage embraced and finally past having to worry of school all the time, he completely changed from the youth he used to be; he cast off his shy out shell and made any friends, especially becoming friends with one of his mom?s co-workers daughters, Aria. Things were looking up for Aldian, but no good things last. In one of the experiments to perfect a new form of weapon for the spacecrafts, the machinery malfunctioned and overheated, and, the scientists being unable to contain it any other way, barricaded the testing site and were killed in the explosion. Aldian?s mother and both of Aria?s parents were killed in that explosion. Though they both mourned, Aldian?s father showed little to no remorse over the death of his wife. Aldian began to despise the man, and once more began to question his Drandarjjrian roots, blaming that for his father?s insensitivity. Since then, he has vowed to be as friendly and compassionate as possible, to be as unlike his father as possible. He now regrets deeply his shunning of his father; when his planet was attacked his father stayed behind and sacrificed his life for Aldian and Aria to escape to the Polyphemus together. As he was dying he told Aldian that he had indeed loved his mother, he had just tried to be firm and resilient as was custom on his planet for Aldian. He would rather Aldian?s heart be stayed under hating him, then break in loss of his mother. Now, Aria is all that he has left, and he protects her dearly. To this day, he hones his fighting ability and is always indulging in some form of literature in honor of his mother and father. He also is known to tinker with, fix, and take apart machinery on a whim, and when he does so, his eyes always seem distant, somewhere else. [CENTER][B]+++++[/B][/CENTER] [B]OOC:[/B] I hope everything is in order. And for reference, here's a picture of Aria: [URL="http://pic.poptp.net/files/5/Death-Note_poptp_24030.jpg"][Aria][/URL][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Okryuu layed in bed for a long time that morning. He had had this odd feeling, like something was going to happen today, something important. He had no idea what, and it almost made him afraid to get up and find out. Almost. He got dressed quickly and sprung out of his quarters to face the rest of the resistance group. Their base looked like a machine graveyard; it housed some of the most advanced, destroyed machinery known the the human race, most of which worked somewhat. THe place itself was run down and destroyed. It hadn't earned the title of the Slums for nothing. Unfortunately for the young woman and man, more Vamtyr had accompianed the fallen one. As one attemtped to pounce on the woman, another voice caught her attention. Looking around he sighed and grabbed a bite to eat. Shoving a stack of pancakes onto his plate he called his friend Ramero over to him. Ramero knew about everything that went on around the resistance, he was essentially the supervisor of the grounds. Okryuu smiled at his friend as he walked over. [B]"So, you need me for anything today?"[/B] Ramero patted him on the shoulder and chuckled while stealing one of his waffles. [B]"No, actually. Today's rather uneventful. Our leaders are strategizing, at least, so they say, and everything around here is actually working!"[/B] The two laughed in unison, and Ramero started up again. [B]"However, as much as I'd love to stay here and enjoy our day off together, I already have plans. You should consider taking that walk along the beach you'd been planning for a while now."[/B] Okryuu nodded as his friend walked off and felt that strange pang in his chest again. Maybe he was meant to go to the beach? He sighed and finished his breakfast. [B]"Alright, guess I should go see what's calling to me."[/B] He through his tray onto the trash bin, and ran off to the exits. [I][U]A couple minutes later...[/U][/I] Okryuu had heard the gunshots from over the hill, and had just rushed to the scene where the man from the ship, and the young girl were standing. He raised an eyebrow in confusion, but quickly put that thought aside as another Vamtyr went after the girl. He raised his gun and yelled. [B]"Cover you head!" [/B]After the voice faded, a massive explosion type sound was heard, and shattered Vamtyr flesh sprayed everywhere. The man and to the girl looked to see where that shot had come from. Downwards on the beach, behind a long gun barrel, stood Okryuu. He smiled and ran over to the woman, shooting the Vamtyr again in the face as he helped her up. [B]"Ello! My name's Okryuu." "Behind her!"[/B] Came the guy's voice from the water, as he shot the Vamtyr again in the chest. The Vamtyr staggered back a couple steps and crashed to the ground. The man ran over to where Okryuu and the woman were located. [B]"And mine is Micheal---"[/B] His sentence was interrupted by a loud roar, which subsequently was interrupted by the sound of gunshots; more specifically, the sound of Okryuu's and Micheal's guns. Finally down for the count, the two turned to the young lady politely and spoke in suprising unity. [B]"And your name?"[/B] She stared at them with wide eyes, still in shock from the recent violence. She answered softly. [B]"L...Loreley."[/B] Okryuu smiled at the young girl- she was cute, and very innocent. It was actually only then that he realized she wasn't wearing anything. He didn't have time to dwell on that, though. The other Vamtyr were upset by the fall of the brethren, and now a couple were sorrounding them. Okryuu smiled again at Lorely. [B]"Leave them to us, yah?"[/B] She smiled and nodded in frightened agreement. Okryuu then turned to Micheal. [B]"Ready to take them?"[/B] Micheal sighed and spun his guns around. [B]"Not paticularly..."[/B][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][CENTER]+++++[/CENTER] [I][B]OOC:[/B] Take it away Starwind or Lilt.[/I][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Well Blayze, I have two things to say: [LIST]The Anthology thread idea sounds brilliant. Like you said, it'll provide great depth to our characters, and it would make character interaction easier, as player's will know exactly how to treat another player's character when coming into contact with them.[/LIST] [LIST]Should my character just be picked up by generic Genesis operatives? I realize the core RPing operatives have their hands tied, so I was just wondering if that'd be best.[/SIZE][/LIST] [SIZE=1][B]EDIT:[/B] Thanks YawnBoy, I appreciate it. :D[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][FONT="Microsoft Sans Serif"]Many, many thanks for the set, Zeke, it's lovely. I'm kinda sad that you couldn't find a good Hakkia pic, but this Son Goku set is a-m-a-z-i-n-g. I'm still interested in seeing what Keyblade Wielder will cook up, however. :D[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Okyruu [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Race:[/B] Human [B]Birthplace:[/B] Nightside [B]Area you currently call home:[/B] The Slums of Nightside [B]Something strange about you:[/B] Okryuu is a born thief and rebel. He's part of a small resistance group, Landslide, that constantly fights against the Vamtyrs, despite the fact that they have all but overtaken the planet. Still, from an early age, he was trained by his father, known as Seiryuu, and his mother, known as Okami, in the ways of battle, thievery, and mechanics. He is one of the most revered fighters in the colony, as lethal in hand to hand as he is with a blade or a firearm. He also has a slight regenerative ability- it cannot be applied to himself, however, only his alies- and the ability to shoot a small projectile orb of pulse energy from his hands. It can be used to stun opponents, short circuit machinery, or to charge machines as well. The downside to this ability, however, is it sometimes short circuits him, more or less, and his arm may become immobile for a period of time. Despite his disposition as a warrior, he is actually a gentle soul. He tends to as many of the injured as he can in his colony, and trains the young warriors strictly, yet affectionately, in memory of his mother and father. He's a gentleman, and very respectful to everyone. He's also extrodinarily intelligent, taking any free moment he has to absorb some form of literature. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/9471/ragnarok76jf.png"][Okryuu][/URL] [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/champion_c_.gif"][Outfit][/URL] His hair is jet black, with a mid-thigh ponytail in back, and his eyes are a brilliant golden color, which shine magnificently even through his rectangular, thin, square-rimmed glasses. His skin is a bit tanned, due to his Spaniard heritage, and his voice carries a bit of a German accent, which strengthen's when he becomes urgent or desperate. His outfit is shown above, save the holsters on each side of his hips that house his two handguns. [B]Other:[/B] Okryuu has had only one run in with the Vamtyr. The Vamtyr found a Landslide outcove temporary resting sight and attacked without mercy. Though Okryuu was far along in his training, he was still not skilled enough to challenge the Vamtyrm so he was forced to flee the camp. He parents, however, stayed behind to allow Okryuu and the other's a chance to escape. Okyruu protested fiercely, and even tryed to run back to assisst, but he was held at bay, kept from endangering himself. As the party jumped into the jeeps to flee, Okryuu heard a feminine scream of agony. His tears stung bitterly as they drove away, and he vowed to avenge his parents, whatever the cost.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Edel sat meditatively in his car, the radio turned up loud. What he was hearing was upsetting, and it didn't sit well in his stomach. [I]??and this just in: police reported the discovery of an undisclosed number of bodies. It is unknown if the victims are connected in any way, and the identities are being kept anonymous until the families are notified. However, witnesses from the scenes have said that some of the bodies were badly mutilated, although details are unknown at this time. Currently there are no suspects, although if you should see any suspicious activity there is a police hotline??[/I] [i]Mutilated?[/i] It didn't seem like normal murders. Nor like a normal murderer. [i]Mutilated?[/i] This city had been always been relatively calm, and the worst it got around here was a theft, maybe... [i]But, mutilation?[/i] Edel slammed his fist against the dashboard, freezing where his fist struck. He sighed and looked outside. Though the rain had finished a while ago, directly after his shift ended, the ground was soaked. He had all the mind to step out of his car and unleash his powers on this very street, freezing every wet alleyway in hopes of catching the perpatrator. But that would solve nothing. What if he trapped an innocent civillian... [I]Or worst?[/I] He sat in his car silently, his head hung, as the radio switched to a weather report. He sighed and started the car, slipping in his "Even If It Kills Me" CD. He went directly to track nine, and sang along. [I][B]"Hello helicopter, are you here to stay? Bodies, rest and motion fighting night and day Well it's kill or be killed And one day we'll get the best of them Hello helicopter, will you be my friend? Will you take me away?"[/B][/I] Despite his discontent, he monitored his driving as safely as possible. He drove along peacefully to the music, until a sudden thought dawned on him. He slammed on his brakes-- thankful that no one was around- and grabbed his cellphone, dialing in August's number. He paused the music and waited for her to pick up. [B]"Hello?"[/B] Silence for a moment. It wasn't ringing anymore, so she had to have picked up. He tried again, nervously. [B]"Hello?"[/B] Her voice broke through the silence. [B]"Edel! It's so good to hear from you! Why do you sound so panicked, though?"[/B] He let out a deep sigh of thankfulness. [B]"I was worried. I wanted to make sure you were keeping safe, with news of the murder, and all."[/B] She chuckled into the phone. [B]"You worry to much... And come now, if anything happens, you'll be here to take care of me, huh?"[/B] Edel opened his mouth, then stopped, recalling the words of Mr. Smith from earlier. Could this have anything to do with... He nodded and finished talking. [B]"Not tonight, sweetheart. I have an... interview, with a couple of men who stopped by apartment earlier. They said they'd be back tonight, so I need to rush home to see them. Please forgive me."[/B] Her usually cheery demeanor wavered a little as she responded. [B]"Oh... Well, make it up to me tomorrow, kay sweetheart?"[/B] Edel laughed and agreed. She blew him a kiss goodbye, and then hung-up. He started the radio again, and blasted onwards to his house, hoping that the men who would be coming for him would be able to explain what was going on...and wouldn't be the murderers. He parked, ran up to his apartment, unlocked the door and plopped onto his couch. He stared at the door warily as Laertes jumped onto his lap. [B]"And now... we wait."[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Aldian Riotwing [B]Age[/B]: 25 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/9471/ragnarok76jf.png"][Aldian][/URL] [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/champion_c_.gif"][Armor][/URL] Contrary to the picture, Aldian's hair is jet black, and his eyes are a brilliant gold. On his right ear are three piercing- two at the top of his ear, and one on the lobe. [B]Occupation[/B]: Blacksmith/ Mercenary [B]Why did the Castle choose you?[/B] Aldian married at 23, to the beautiful Lucia Rosenstern. He and his wife lived with his family happy for a year after the marriage, managing a family smithing shoppe. One day, his shoppe was visited by a [URL="http://activereviews.com/screens/511/051104_fire-emblem_art-04.jpg"][I]robed figure[/I][/URL] with light purple hair and dark purple eyes, and a most peculiar smile. In his rigt hand was a great staff with a crystal embedded into it's top. He ignored all of the materials on sale and walked directly towards Aldian, inspecting him. Suddenly, the man's smile widened, and the next thing Aldian knew, he was lieing on his back. He disregarded the event as a dream, but when he went home to rest, he was greeted by his father, laying in a pool of his own blood, with terrible news: His mother and wife lay in bed, in agonizing pain, from wounds inflicted by his brother, who had gone made and attacked the family before fleeing. After finishing his story, and with the last of his breath, he told Aldian that the cloaked man had come to their house and delivered a message. It read: [I]Suprise! You and you're family have been infected with a disease that will slowly turn you all into bloodthirsty demons!... Or will kill you on spot! Or might progressively work towards both! [I haven't quite worked out all the kinks to my spells] That is... Unless you go and fetch me a treasure or two [amongst which [B]should[/B] be your cure] from the Castle of 20 Levels! Good luck![/I] Enraged by the blatant disrepect of the perpatrator and desperate to save what was left of his family, he headed off. He traveled for months as a mercenary, searching for information about the castle. The curse had slowly began affecting him too, sending him violent berseker states, or causing him to suddenly lose all strength. He kept in touch with his family throughout his journeys, so they'd know his whereabouts, and he could ask the doctors about their condition. The doctor's seemed optimisstic, they had managaed to hold the curse at bay...but after three months there was nothing left that they could do. Aldian's father and wife...died. Aldian's mother lay close. All that would be left soon would be his bloodthirsty brother. He traveled solemnly onwards, swearing that even if his did save what was left of his family, he would take revenge on the villian who did this to him. [CENTER][B]+++++[/B][/CENTER] [B]OOC:[/B] Apologies on the lengthy ending part. I got carried away.:animeswea [B]OOC2:[/B] Edited the name and appearance, and added to the Why the Castle choose me part.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Edel awoke to Laertes' warm tongue pressed against his temple. He clenched his eyes tightly and shook lightly, indicating to Laertes that he was mostly concious. He attempted to move, but his first attempt racked his body with pain. He grunted in agony and held his side. Laertes furiously licked Edel's side until his master pushed his away with slight amusement. Laertes barked playfully and ran around Edel, eventually tumbling to a stop in front of Edel's face. He chuckled weakly and scratched his dog's head. [B]"You're ridiculous. But you're certainly adorable..."[/B] Edel faded out of the moment, and began talking aloud again, this time to no one. [B]"So I suppose that supressing my ability is futile... It surfaces no matter what, an-"[/B] He stopped abruply when he became aware of the solid object pressing against his chest. He propped himself up on is elbows, then sat on the ground, his legs folded over one another and his back arched. He took the emblem on his necklace in both hands, and observed it. It was a beautiful, silver Crux Gemmata, with thirteen onyx gems embedded in it. It was all he had left of his mother and the time that he and his family lived in Spain, his birthplace. [B]"I miss you, mum... And I know it does no justice to you to wear your necklace underneath my shirt, to hide it from sight when I wear father's ring in plain sight..." [/B]He looked up from the emblem to the smiling faces in the picture on his mirror. [B]"It's so beautiful, and who wouldn't ask questions about it? And you know how rotten I am at lying... But I couldn't tell anyone! What soul could forgive what I've done? If they knew what a monster I was, what a monster still lives inside of me..."[/B] Cold tears slid down his face and solidified on their descent. They were frigid, his eyes still stung, and he looked down quickly, wiping the tears away with his arm. He flipped his hair out of the way and looked to the picture one last time. But now he wasn't staring into the eyes of the wise german gentleman, or the beautiful spanish woman, nor into his own, innocent eyes; he was looking into the eyes of the older, blonde and black haired boy. If not for the color difference in their hair, the boy could have been mistaken for Edel, glasses and all. Edel's voice cracked the most when he adressed him. [B]"O...Or...Orion... L-look, huh? I've grown up... But I'm still crying like when we used to wrestle. Why can't you be here to call me a whimp? I need you, brother... Können Sie mir helfen?"[/B] Edel sobbed heavily when Laertes pounced on him quickly. Laertes licked his face vigorously again. Edel's sobs broke into uncontrollable laughter as he rolled around on the floor with his dog. [B]"Not you! I wasn't asking for your help!"[/B] Laertes sprung off of him and began barking at the clock. Edel looked over at it and grimaced. 5:30. Time for him to get dressed for work- which essentially meant throwing on his normal clothes and fixing his hair. He did so quickly, then grabbed his keys and walked towards the door. He gripped the handle and tilted his head to talk over his right shoulder. [B]"You be a good boy and watch the place. Keep intruders out, right boy?"[/B] Laertes sat pright and barked in response. Edel smiled and then looked over his left shoulder, staring at the picture. He said nothing for a long time, then looked back at the handle and opened the door. He stood in the threshold for a moment, then finally spoke. [B]"I swear I'll make it up to you... Whatever it takes."[/B] He cloesd the door behind him, locked it, and hurried to the lobby. Just as he was exiting his building, the man behind the building owner hailed him down. [B]"Ey Edel! Edel, wait up!"[/B] Edel spun around and smiled at the man. [B]"Guten tag, Herr Smith."[/B] Mr. Smith smiled gently at the young man. He had a soft spot in his heart for the secretive youth, and him and his wife would often invite Edel over for snacks and idle chit-chat. [B]"Some fellows came by earlier looking for you! It startled me a great deal, as I'm not used to you having visitors and all. When I told them that you were out, though, they politely made their departure. I asked for their names, but I'm not sure if thy heard or not. They just replied with 'Please tell him that we'd like to talk with him, and we'll be back soon.' Were you expecting someone? Edel?"[/B] Edel's face had fallen slightly and given way to his worry, but he quickly masked itto avoid troubling the older man. [B]"I applied for a job a while back, and I suppose this company just prefers to keep their buisness very close to home, hmm?"[/B] Mr. Smith smiled and patted Edel on the shoulder, then turned him and around and began pushing him out of the door. [B]"Now go, go! I don't want you to be late for work, y'know! Oh yes, and before I forget, Me and the Mrs. would love it if you came by tomorrow for breakfast."[/B] Edel opened his mouth to respond, Mr. Smith had already closed the door and was waving the young man off. Edel sighed and waved back, walking towards his car. But now he was perturbed. Who knew where he lived? He hopped into his car and revved the engine. [B]"I'll know all in good time, correct?"[/B][/SIZE]

[FONT="Microsoft Sans Serif"][SIZE="1"]Howdy-do? I'm back on the boards, and on the look for a new avatar and banner. As Saiyuki is my latest obsession, I figure it'd be nice to see one of my favorite two characters every time I look at my profile. ^_^ Well, now that I'm done with small talk, on to the request: [CENTER][B]Character[/B]: Son Goku or Cho Hakkai [B]Set Feel[/B]: For either/ both set, I'd like a glowing, surreal type feel [astral-like]. For the Hakkai one, I'd like primary colors blue and black, and for the Goku one, primary colors red, brown, orange; earthy colors. [B]Avatar Specifics[/B]: Thin border, any style, with the word Pride in the right corner, preferably. [B]Banner Specifics[/B]: Border as well, with the line:"On my own side." Many, many thanks to any and all who all undertake this request for me. Danke![/CENTER][/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE="1"]Edel was the only student in class whose posture hadn't been worsened by the seemingly never-ending lecture. He did sit hunched- but only so he could lean closer to the professor as he gave his lecture on Norse mythology and how it affected the Norse culture and mindset. He loved the worlds of mythology from a young age. The surreal adventures, the heroes and their mystic heroism, the beasts and their powers and abnormalties were impossibly amazing- he would never see anything as paranormal in real life as was normal in mythological tales... At least he had believed that as a child. When he [I]changed[/I], mythology stayed close to his heart for another reason- it was now the world of familiars. Of people like him. [I]RIIIIIIIIIIIIIING.[/I] The professor looked up at the clock as if in awe that his period had passed so quickly, allowing the other students in the class a quick moment to stretch. The Professor shrugged and mumbled that he would resume his lecture next class period. Edel packed up his books sadly- he too felt that his periods were much shorter than desired. He had just swung his bag over his head when an arm grappled around his shoulder and pulled him in close. Edel sighed and fixed his hair. [B]"You know, Damon, you're far to excited to see this class over. You celebrate every ending bell by straining my neck."[/B] Damon chuckled, his green eyes peering through his black and green hair. [B]"Eh, Leon feels the same way. Don't you buddy?"[/B] Both Damon and Edel looked up to the third party member, a lanky, aviator wearing, messy brown-haired man. He shrugged and shoved his hands into his pocket. [B]"I dunno why I'm in this class to be honest... Can't stay awake even when I think it's interesting."[/B] Damon and Edel laughed, and the three exited the hall, heading towards the campus library where they had parked. He walked up to his car and leaned against the door, jingling his keys with his hand. Damon layed on the hood and looked up at his friend. [B]"Sooooo... What's on the agenda for tonight? Partying? Bowling, maybe go to one of our cribs and watch a movie?"[/B] Both Damon and Leon eyed Edel warily, hoping he would offer up his house. But before he had any chance to answer, a pair of hand covered Edel's eyes and spoke for him. [B]"Nope, neither boys! He's coming to my place for dinner tonight. You boys have to try and get to him sooner."[/B] The owner of the voice spun Edel around and kissed him on the lips. Edel smiled at the woman before him, his ice blue eyes peering through his glasses, past hers, and then into her sea-green eyes. He ran his hand along her cheek, and then through her blonde hair and the crimson underside. [B]"I won't be over until late though, August. I've got work tonight, and Laertes gets lonely when I leave him at home, by himself, all day."[/B] She smiled and walked to his side so that the two were holding hands, facing his friends. [B]"I know, I know, I would never keep you away from your puppy... Although I do hope to meet him soon, to gain his approval and all."[/B] Once again, they eyed Edel, hoping for an offer. Edel smiled broadly and sincerely. [B]"He loves the outdoors, I'll bring him out with me tomorrow on whatever plans we may have."[/B] The three smiled contently, it was better than nothing. Edel's smile, however, quickly transformed into grimacing pain as clutched his side. He stared quickly down at the ground as his eyes glowed and breathed out slowly, cold water vapor escaping from his mouth. August held him quicky and Damon and Leon quickly rushed to Edel's sides. [B]"Hey, buddy, you alright?"[/B] Edel regained himself swiftly and shook his hair from in front of his eyes. [B]"Yeah... I'm fine. It's just been a long day, and I'm starved. I need to get home and eat before my work shift starts."[/B] He hugged his friends, [B]"I'll call you guys to make plans for tomorrow,"[/B] then kissed August,[B]" And I'll call you when I'm on my way tonight."[/B] They all nodded and watched nervously as Edel got into his car and drove away. Edel drove as fast as he could home and sped up to the third floor where his apart was. He fumbled furiously with his keys, barely able to hold them still as he opened the door and burst in. He quickly removed his shirt and roared in agony, as the bright glow returned to his eyes, and the temperature in the room steadily declined. Frost began to cover every inch of the room, until Edel collapsed, weak, to the floor. Laertes came bounding in from another oom to restore his master. Edel smiled at his pet. [B]"Alaskan Huskies... Lord knows how many times I've told you this, but I'm so glad I picked you... If this power, if it killed..."[/B] Laertes licked Edel's face, stopping his sentence cold, ironically. Edel grinnd and pet his puppy meakly, and as he felt himself fading to sleep, he looked up to the picture mounted in his mirror. The four people in it smiled happily upon Edel, but he could only return a look of somber, bittersweet affection before his eyes fastened shut.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Edel Dietrich [B]Age[/B]: 20 [B]Gender[/B]: Male [B]Physical Description[/B]: Edel is rather tall, standing at 6’1“, and quite lanky, but his arms are solidly toned and appear capable of packing quite a punch. His eyes are a brilliant, icy blue, and radiate through his thin, black, rectangular glasses. His black hair pikes lazily over his right eye, but uniformly forms into a straight, pointed bang that falls over his left eye. Ib back, his hair falls just below his shoulder blades. He’s always well kept and clean, save for the naturally disorderly formation of his hair. His skin is very lightly tanned, as, though he isn’t keen on spending much time in the sun, he often does when spending time casually with his friends. He’s one for consistency, so his normal, every-day attire is essentially the same: a close fitting, black, v-neck sweater over a white collared button up t-shirt, with the cuffs folded back and buttoned over the sweater. His pants are long black dickies that fall over his black and white vans. Accessory wise, he always wears a ring with the roman numerals I to XII on his right middle finger, a sleek watch on his right wrist, and two piercing on his left ear: one of a silver peace symbol, and one of a silver cross. [B]Personality[/B]: Edel’s the epitome of a typical nice guy: jovial, polite, caring, and cheery. He's rarely ever seen without a smile on his face or a positive demeanor about him. He's a regular gentleman, known for opening and holding doors, and speaking respectfully to anyone whom he converses with. His naturally friendly demeanor has earned him a place in the hearts of everyone close to him- that, his eyes, and his voice, with it's slight German accent, also give him an air of trustworthiness; his voice carries such a note in it that it seems impossible that he could tell a lie, and his crystal eyes shine with honesty. He’s a very intelligent young man as well, but the most interesting aspect of his character is his secrecy; he doesn’t talk about himself or his family often, never of his own forward resolve, at least. It’s known that he lives alone, apparently with a pet of some sort; but nobody knows anymore than that. Even his best of friends have not been to his place before, nor the girl of his interest. He’s never offered, and they don’t feel much like pushing for it. It's suspected that this lack of moderate personal connectedness with others and the extreme secrecy might mean a completely different side to Edel that no one has happened upon... And one so well-hidden might me better left uncovered. [B]Occupation[/B]: College Student [History Major]; Waiter at a restaurant [B]Power[/B]: Edel can manipulate the element of ice. He usually uses this ability for simple, menial purposes, like creating crystalline figures for friends, or that he sells. However, his ability range is far greater that that: he can dramatically lower the temperature of his surroundings, create ice projectiles, disable limbs by freezing or numbing them, and create a hard, glacial outer coating on any part of his body that he focuses upon. These abilities can be utilized through his hands or through his breath. Also, the ice he creates can range from being extremely brittle- for the purpose of setting traps and such- to virtually indestructible, wherein it can only be destroyed or retracted by his own means, so an enemy can be left permanently disabled if he so wished it. He would never go that far with his abilities, though...At least, circumstances have never arisen when he would need to utilize that extent of his ability.[/SIZE]

[CENTER][FONT=Microsoft Sans Serif][SIZE=1]Kuro and Shiro sat at their home silently, not needing to speak with one another, thinking of the task they had ahead. For the first time in what had seemed like forever, both boys thought back to their home, wondered how their father and mother were, wondered if they would escape the self proclaimed Yamikage's wrath... [I][B]?So how are you two today? Ey Mitsumi-san, Mai-chan??[/B] Kuro had easily bounced back from the assault by Mai, more suffering from the conflicting feelings of shock and pride in Mai's quick reaction rather than the pain shotting from his head.[/I] [I][B]?We're fine, Kuro-san. And you??[/B] [B]?Oh, I'm doin' great,?[/B] he replied, scratching his head casually. Mitsumi and Kuro laughed casually. Kuro had never spent much time with Mitsumi, but he liked her already; anyone who could laugh with Kuro after he had been whacked in the head was good in his book. As their laughter died down, he saw Mai clear her throat and then speak. He couldn't help but smile broadly as the wrods flowed from her lips. [B]?Would you like to come with us to see the Sand ninja??[/B] [B]?I was actually heading there myself,?[/B] he chuckled. Kuro could have sworn he saw Mai's eyes brighten as he spoke, and that her pretty smile had even shown. [B]?Shall we??[/B] [B]?Let's go!?[/B] Mitsumi said estatically, answering for Mai and taking her hand. Kuro smiled as the two got a bit ahead of him. Mai looked back at him, and their eyes met, and Kuro smile grew wider. He scratched his head and popped a toothpick into his mouth, caching up with them. The three walked side by side through the streets until they came upon a large crowd entering the village's stadium. [B]?You think...??[/B] Mai began, looking from Mitsumi to Kuro. [B]?Definitely,?[/B] Kuro grinned, leaping into the air and landing on the closest rooftop. [B]?Whaddya say we get some balcony seats??[/B] Mitsumi and Mai followed after him and the three of them soon found a spot among the crowded seats of the stadium with a decent view of the Hokage, Kazekage and Sand ninja below. They sat alone, the three, for a while, until Mai hailed Kaoru over. Kuro's smile faltered lightly, but it regained shape in no time. What was he worried about? She looked really content with Ichiro. Why not be content over here, right? The other gang came over and sat with them, and Shiro had plopped himself right beside Kuro before Tsunade-sama gave her announcement. When she had finished, all the Genin were silent, and the only to speak was Mistumi, whispering she was going to pack. The rest sat there in silence, until Kuro heard Mai and Kaoru reassuring one another. Kuro had turned to his brother, attempting to take in the surreal event. [B]"Brother..." [/B] Shiro nodded, and rested his hand on his shoulder. What Kuro had not said was agreed upon; this place was there home, and they would fight until the end for it. Kuro nodded to Shiro, and then turned to Mai and Kaoru, wrapping his arms around the two, holding them tight. He smiled to the two of them, then grasped both Ichiro's and Oni's shoulders nodding to the two and Midori. He and Shiro then departed. [CENTER]***[/CENTER][/I] Kuro now sat on his bed, looking at his brother. They smiled at one another, terrified and with eager anticipation. Kuro shifted his gaze to his hair, which he had just used a simple justu to turn the bangs blues; this would make it so that neither brother forgot what or who they fought for. He sheathed his blades on his back- there wasn't much to pack as they didn't really own much anyways. Kuro smiled and turned to speak with Shiro. [B]"I'm gonna go--" "I'll catch up with you in a sec, just make sure you and whomever you're going to see are somewhere visible so I don't feel like a loner when I get there."[/B] Kuro smiled and opened the front door, noticing the sun was beginning to set. He looked to his brother once more and dissapeared into the night. He travelled along the treetops and rooftops as quickly as possible. He stopped by Kaoru's house to see if she needed an escort, but found Ichiro already there. He almost slipped off the roof he was perched on when seeing this, but quickly regained his balance, and stood silenlty. He pushed his glasses up on his nose as he looked away, dashing towards the arena, faster thn before. [B]"Good thing Ichiro's there to take care of her..."[/B] So lost in his thoughts Kuro carelessly increased speed, barely tapping the rooftops withhis feet as he ran. Unfortunately, it wasn't very long before Kuro ran out of rooftop, and straight into a tree. He slid down the tree in utter pain, holding his forehead, which was bleading slightly. A female gasp came from nearby, instanlty managing to cheer Kuro up. Mai plopped down beside him swiftly and examined his injury. [B]"Kuro! Kuro! Are you okay?"[/B] Kuro smiled into the worried face, feeling all the confidence he had had when speaking with his brother return to him, fill every part of him, until he spoke without thinking. [B]"Now I am."[/B] Mai blused profusely at this, and so did Kuro. He hadn't been thinking, but he had meant it. He stood up, dusted himself off, and motioned to the stadium. [B]"Shall we?" [/B] Mai blushed again and nodded, walking right beside him. Kuro stared down to her and smiled, an innate sense of calmness settling over him. Whatever the enemy may be, whatever skills it might have would be irrelevant; Kuro was fighting for his friends, and was indestructable so long as they were there for him to protect. As they walked, he felt an increasing urge to hold her hand, but did not, unsure of how Mai would react.[/SIZE][/FONT] ~ [SIZE=1][B]OOC[/B]: Hooray romanticism and love triangles. Tag, Kitty. ^_^[/SIZE][/CENTER]

[CENTER][FONT=Microsoft Sans Serif][SIZE=1]Kuro looked over to the owner of the voice, startled only for a second by the consecutive new presences inhabiting the rooftop along with him, Ichiro, and Kaoru. He recognized them both: Kanpaku Oni, a Chunnin that would occasionally perform missions with Shiro and Kuro. The second was Kobayashi Midori, a member of his Genin cell. She was rather quiet most of the time, but when Kuro talked with her, she seemed nice for the most part. He smiled to her and addressed her first. [B]?Hey Midori-san! I?m not to sure why the Suna-nin are here? But it?s most definitely got something to do with Jounin's meeting.?[/B] She nodded at him, and then Kuro switched his attention to the Chunnin. [B]?Howdy Oni-chan! What brings you out here with us Genin??[/B] Oni growled, bearing his teeth. Ever since Kuro had me him, he had known Oni to be an extremely serious person; and thus, he absolutely hated nicknames. Kuro made it a habit, therefore to throw on cute suffixes to his name, just to upset him. Surprisingly, this has helped build their friendship much more than it has given Oni a reason to want to kill Kuro. [B]?Same as the rest of you. Just wondering what?s going?. It?s not as if Suna-nin are uncommon any more, but this many, in this amount of time??[/B] Kuro and Ichiro had been thinking the same themselves. Kuro looked over to Ichiro, and decided, despite his slight uneasiness with the Genin, he could not just ignore him, especially not if they were on the same page. [B]?It?s most definitely not hostile. Doesn?t look much like a peacetime meeting or anything of that sorts? These Sand ninjas look worn down, battered, like they?d suffered from something??[/B] Ichiro picked up where Kuro finished. [B]?But what could that have been? This is a time of peace. None of the nations are at war, and it?s unlikely that the highly trained Suna-nin could have been expelled from their home by a demon or creature??[/B] Ichiro lapsed and feel into silence. Oni shrugged and leaned against the chimmeny on the rooftop. [B]?Doesn?t do much to speculate, eh? We?ll find out soon enough, and if it?s a threat, we?ll just have to take care of it.?[/B] All the Genin looked towards Oni, and each with the same expression; one of understanding, one of fear, one of anticipation, but most assuredly, one of resolve. They would be able to take on any issue that came their way. The moment was broken, however, by a sound from behind. All the young ninja?s readied themselves, save Kuro, who merely laughed. White hair poked up from below the roof, and Kuro walked over to assist it?s owner. [B]?You?re an idiot, brother!?[/B] Shiro?s arm grasped Kuro?s and the two fell over atop the roof as Kuro assisted him up. Ichiro and Oni sighed, whereas Kaoru giggled shamelessly and Midori smiled. Shiro grinned sheepishly with Kuro?s face; though not hard to tell apart due to the contrast of physical appearance [i.e. the white and black eyes and hair color and eyes], their facial expressions were mirror image. As Shiro walked over to the others, Kuro?s mind traveled; he liked the company he was in, but he found himself wishing Mai was here, and wondering what she was up to. It was then that she saw Mitsumi-san and Mai running up through the crowd below. He smiled widely and turned to the others. [B]?Hey, guys, I?ll be right back, okay??[/B] He didn?t wait for a response as he back-flipped of off the roof, landing softly behind Mai. He crept up on her, and put his hands over her eyes really quickly. [B]?Guess w--?[/B] He didn?t have time to finish his playful banter, because Mai used her Body Replacement Technique to appear over him and hit him in the head. Kuro crippled to the ground and stared at the sky as Mai bent over, muttering apologies at him a mile a minute. [B]?Imsosorryididntmeanto--?[/B] Kuro smiled up at her and stopped her mid-sentence. [B]?So how are you two today? Ey Mitsumi-san, Mai-chan??[/B][/SIZE] +++++[/FONT] [SIZE=1][B]OOC:[/B] I apologize for the short length of this post, but I wanted to get something in, and I was eager to get Mai and Kuro in the same place. ^_^ Yes, and the Anonymous Usual currently has no access to the computer, but that shouldn't last too long.[/SIZE][/CENTER]

[FONT=Microsoft Sans Serif][CENTER][SIZE=1]Wow... I... Wow. [B]1)[/B] [B]KW[/B], I would love to see what you come up with if you indeed do take up this request. And yah, you know I've never been one to worry with things like time. Psht. [B]2)[/B] However, I will most definitely be using the set [B]Ezekiel[/B] made. I mean... Wow. Bravo. I love this set. L-O-V-E. The colors are amazing, exactly the feel is was going for; and I love the yellow banner as well, and I was wondering if you could make an avatar to match it?[/SIZE][/CENTER][/FONT]

[FONT=Microsoft Sans Serif][CENTER][SIZE=1]Wow, it's been a loooooong time since I been here... Well, it's definitely no surprise to hear that with my renewed activity on the board, comes a dire need to have an updated set. Today's theme? Well... [B]Character:[/B] Hitsugaya Toshiro [Bleach] [B]Set feel:[/B] Icy, dark blue tone over, "bright" [as if glowing in appearance], surreal or astral type background [whatever that means to you] [B]Avatar Specifics:[/B] Other then "the set feel", just a border, please. [B]Banner Specifics:[/B] Border as well, along with my name. [B]Possible Images:[/B] [I][[URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/hitsu2yp.jpg]1[/URL]] [[URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/170_1.jpg]2, My Favorite[/URL]] [[URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/005_1.jpg]3[/URL]] [[URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/127_1.jpg]4[/URL]][/I] If you can find better images, or just images you'd rather work with, please do use those. Well, have at it, I've got my fingers crosses for the great selection I know you OB artists are capable of. ^_^[/SIZE][/CENTER][/FONT]

[SIZE=1][strike]Hey, Jamie, I am so terribly sorry for just taking up a space on the page for right now, but I'm hard at work on my sign-up, and I wanted to make sure you knew I was interested. I wanna get back into the swing of things on the boards, and what better way than in an RPG started by one of my bst OB buddies, right? :P So yes, it should be up tomorrow -I believe- as me and the Anonymous Usual are making corresponding characters. ^_^,[/strike] [B]EDIT[/B]- Finished! I'll prolly edit it when the Anonymous Usual gets his sign-up posted. ^_^ [B]EDIT2[/B]- TAU's character is up, so I edited in some information in the writing sample, in the equipment, in the extra notes, and in appearance. Hope it's all up to par. [center]+++++[/center] [center][FONT=Microsoft Sans Serif][B]Name:[/B] Hizen, Kurosai ?Kuro? [B]Age:[/B] 15 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance[/B]: [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/GabrielDrawing.jpg][B]Kuro[/b] [Courtesy of yours truly][/URL] Kuro stands at 6 feet, and through the rigorous Taijutsu training sessions, his body has been made relatively thin, but to call him scrawny would be a horrid assessment. The vigorous training has toned his body, and though his muscles are relatively small in size, his body is solid in build and strength. His entire outlook is black; everything save for his deep blue eyes that almost appear to radiate from his face and the red tips of his hair. Kuro?s choice of wardrobe is predominantly black and slim fiting; the first allows for heightened stealth at night, and the latter allows for greater flexibility and range of movement. A white t-shirt can vaguely be seen underneath Kuro?s tight black zip up jacket. On his left shoulder, parallel to his brother, he wears a metal shoulder guard. His ?mist? ninja headband hangs around his neck, inside the collar of the jacket. Black pants line down to the beige, strapped sandals he wears on both feet. Kuro?s accessories include three piercing on his left ear-two at the top of his ear, and one at the bottom- black fingerless gloves with metal plates on the back of them, his shuriken and kunai pouches, and his square-rimmed glasses. [B]Rank:[/B] Genin [B]Personality:[/B] Kuro?s wardrobe can be quite misleading towards his character. Quite in contrast to his dark clothing, Kuro is quite social, and is almost always smiling. He?s not one to take himself seriously outside of battle, and his demeanor is quite inviting and comforting. He?s known, however, to stop whatever he?s doing at infrequent time periods to stare off into the distance; not at anything in particular, mind you, but just off into the distance. Whether he?s deep in thought or merely taking in the world around him is anybody?s guess; he claims that the habit doesn?t exist. In battle, Kuro?s another story. Every move in a battle is decisive to him; every single move made could be the difference between victory and defeat. Not to say that his goal in battle is always victory. Kuro fights for the thrill, the rush of adrenaline that pumps through his body as a battle progresses, and to ultimately grow stronger. He?ll never be heard to say that he strives towards being the best however, his true interest is enjoying the path of the warrior, and to enjoy every difficult opponent, every arduous obstacle that his must surpass to become a better warrior. [B]Equipment: [/B] [I]Kodachi x 2 Kunai x 10 Shuriken x 10 Smoke Bombs x 5 Left Shoulder Guard[/I] [B]Main Weapon/Technique:[/B] Kuro lacks much proficiency with ninjutsu, so the basis of his fighting style is the combined use of Taijutsu, Genjutsu, his family?s kekkai genkai, and his dual shield swords, which Kuro can use as the basis of an attack or to guard quickly before unleashing a flurry of kicks or punches depending on if he?s wielding two or one. [U]Taijutsu:[/U] [I]Shippuu Kagai no Jutsu- Hurricane Assault Technique-[/I] This skill has been developed through rigorous training and the increased strain of pumping large amounts of chakra into your arms and legs for heightened speed, agility, and strength. His muscles have become accustomed to that continued level of activity, and allow Kuro to spin his Kodachis in his hands like windmills, or, as it is often performed on water, a hurricane. He then dashes at his opponent, his blades held out at arms lengths, the rotation from them giving him a boost in speed atop his already swift movement. When he reaches the opponent, he spins his body around in a whirlwind type motion while still twirling the Kodachis in his hands; this creates a vortex of strikes that are Nye impossible to defend against, and even if the attack is not directly on target the wind from the onslaught can cut or knock back the opponent. As a side not, this move is usually performed in unison with use of his kekkai genkai. [I]Butsuriteki Danmaku no Jutsu- Physical Barrage Technique-[/I] This is a relatively simple move, easily performed, yet extremely difficult to counter or defend against once the first hit has been dealt. Charging rapidly towards the enemy, Kuro grabs their face and smashes their head into the ground while running, thrusting them forward. He then springs ahead in the enemy?s path of descent and then gives a straight kick to the opponent, disrupting their momentum, and then swings the same leg upward into the opponent, launching them into the air. From this point, he?s known to deviate into two different performances, dependant upon the battlefield. Normally he would continue to the finishing move, but if pillars or trees surround the area, he will draw his blades and jump between pillars, striking the enemy continuously until the enemy and himself are in clear skies, where progresses to the finishing move, a spinning kick that sends the opponent spiraling to the ground. [U]Ninjutsu:[/U] [I]Kiri Kikai no Jutsu- Mist Machine Technique- [/I] An extremely simple jutsu that changes the smoke from a smoke bomb into mist, which can be used in unison with other Taijutsu attacks. [U]Genjutsu:[/U] [I]Afuta-Shazou no Jutsu- After Image Technique-[/I] Because of Kuro?s inefficiency with ninjutsu, his ?doppelganger variation? is this technique. Once a mist bomb has been employed, [and usually his kekkai genkai has been activated] he mimics the doppelganger technique in front of the opponent, which gives him the opportunity to stare into his opponents eyes and activate the Genjutsu. The opponent believes an unimaginable amount of doppelgangers have been created, and are all attacking him. Kuro invokes this illusion by striking quickly from all sides with his weapons, creating the illusion of multiple attacks. [U]Kekkai Genkai:[/U] [I]Molecule Displacement-[/I] Kuro and his family bloodline have the ability to make their skin as smooth as silk, so as to greatly decrease their fluid friction so that their movement is Nye impossible to track. Also, while in this state, they are virtually invincible, as the near lack of solid skin molecules causes anything but a clear shot to slide right off. This move takes considerable strain upon the body and the chakra limit, and if use for an extended period of time it will deactivate on his own, leaving him without the ability to move whatsoever. Depending on how hard he pushes himself while it?s envoked, it might take one to three days to completely refill his chakra levels. [B]Biography/Writing Sample: [/B] The moon hung beautifully in the night sky tonight. Creatures of the night stirred in the forest, moaning and grunting a beautiful, savage melody. Kuro took it all in, sitting atop of a tree, staring out into the distance. He smiled simply, not for any particular reason, just because he felt like smiling. He surveyed the forest slowly, taking out a kunai and balancing it on his finger, once more for no particular reason. He breathed the night air in slowly, allowing it?s moisture to fill his lungs and coarse throughout his body. He smiled wider, his teeth reflecting the moonlight, and threw the kunai up, standing up on the branch of the tree. He caught the kunai, put it away, and chuckled. [B]?Wonder what Kaoru?s doing??[/B] He backflipped off of the tree, and feel in a straight descent towards the ground, and at the moment of impact, shot off in the direction of Konoha. His feet barely made a sound as he dashed over the fallen leaves and hollowed earth. He saw Konoha coming closer into view, growing larger until it was right in front of him. Naturally, it didn?t occur to him that he was there until he had to greatly decrease speed so he wouldn?t rush headlong into a wall. A couple other townspeople laughed at him, and he grinned sheepishly. He straightened himself off and strode towards Kaoru?s house. He would have continued to hurry onwards, but it was one of those peculiar traits of his that allowed to be in a rush one moment, and quite casual another. He had always been fond Konoha, ever since he visited here with his brother numerous years ago. He was in love with the town, the attitude, the history, the people? and maybe a specific person. He blushed shyly as the thought filled his head. He had met Kaoru on one of his trips out here, and they had hit it off, and been in contact ever since. His favorite part of traveling here was, in fact, Kaoru? A fact his brother would see fit to mock every time they visited. None-the-less, both brothers had jumped at the opportunity to temporarily take up residence in Konoha. Kuro had a lot of the Konoha-nin, even the legendary Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, and Haruno Sakura. The townsfolk accepted them openly, Kaoru with the most enthusiasm? Kuro had and still could not find a way to tell her how much he appreciated the atention she gave him, or the attention Mai had given him, or the attention of any of the village people. It was a stark contrast to the world he had come from, the land of the swordsman, the mercenary, and of intolerance for the weak: Kirigakure. [I]His father was a well known kiri-nin, one of the most sought after mercenary hands. No opponent had evered circumvented him, if he marked them for death, death would find them. Naturally, he expected nothing less than the most stoic, professional, powerful sons who would trade off of his name. From birth both Shiro and Kuro were treated with dstance, raised as students of their father, the great Hizen Doragon. With no compassion from their father, and a mother who perdominantly spent her time in the hospital ward for returning kiri-mercenaries, the boys only had each other for affection. Yet still the years pressed onwards and the boys grew into formidable ninja. The two had developed an inseperable bond, and were the best fighting pair testing to become Genin. They had both been suprised when finally they had made it to the last test. Their father, requiring irrefutable proof that his sons weree the best, enrolled them in an "underground" testing site that carried on the old method of advancement: placed in the forest, the only way to be let out, or to become a ninja, was to be the last one standing. Kuro's conscience had never let him live down that day. He had layed down so many comrades, so many friends that day. And finally none were left, save his brother and him. They fought valiantly and quickly arrived at a stalement, both with blades pressed against the other's throat. The proctors had come in and broken them up at that moment, stating the valor they both showed was suffiecient enough for both to live. But both brothers knew, with the cold steel pressed against their throats, their eyes locked, that a second more, and there would have been no victor. Both brothers would have gone together. However, that was not the case, and they passed on to become Genin. Without any display of affection their father congratulated them and then set them off on their first mission, one that had led him to find this beautiful land...[/I] [B]?Pole.?[/B] Kuro snapped out of his daze just in time to see the pole in front of him, before colliding into it. A female giggle came from beside him, and he recognized it instantly. [B]?How many times have you walked into that pole, Kurosai? I would?ve thought you?d been here enough times to remember the darned thing.?[/B] Kuro laughed and grinned up at Kaoru. She extended her arm to help him up and then gave him a big hug, squeezing him tight. Kuro flailed his arms, pretending to suffocate. She let go and hit him on the arm. [B]?Well, I can?t just leave you out here after that crash. You may have a concussion or something.?[/B] She giggled slightly as Kuro put on a mock-irritation face, then continued, [B]?So why not come on in, and grab a bite to eat??[/B] Kuro smirked and pretending to think about it. [B]?Well, I dunno? Yes. I?m starving. Hope you don?t have any objections to me eating off all of your food??[/B] She sighed and shook her head, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him inside. [B]Extra Notes:[/B] Best friend of Matsumoto Kaoru, though he quietly yearns to be more, and is unsure of how to tell her. ?Friend? of Konpaku Oni Brother of Hizen Shirosai [Him and his brother are Mist Ninjas, but are currently located in Konoha for their own purposes] Kuro had had run ins with Ijizawa Mai and is quite fond of her timid personality, and has developed a crush on her as well, and is constantly at odds for his conflicting feelings between her and Kaoru Kuro's friendship with Mai has caused him to hold Zensei Ginmaru in great disdain, as he constantly mocks her and derides her. When Kuro is around to witness this he quickly jumps to her defense against the Chunnin Kuro likes the fire in Nagata Ichiro, and would like the chance to get to know him[/FONT][/center][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Virgil stayed seated as Both Elliot and Darrell left the bar. He spun back around and ordered the drink Elliot had, as for the moment, he lacked imagination. He had finally gotten a chance to relax after a strenuous missio he had just finished, but for some reason, his mind kept flickering back to the event... [B][CENTER]*****[/CENTER][/B] [I][B]"I have plenty of time. What does the job involve?"[/B] Virgil had been sitting in his own office, mingling about, bored beyond all comprehension. Unexpectedly, as most clients didn't do this, a woman walked directly into his room and sat down. Though suprised, Virgil did not once lose his focus, and he casually leaned forward to talk to the woman, flashing both guns at her in an accidental fashion, just in case. She hadn't noticed though, and seemed in need of dire help. [B]"My name is Luisa Epitaph and I have something dire to talk with you about. I hear your one of the best Sinister Nation has to offer in the field of retrievals. Please, I need you to get something for me!"[/B] She leaned forwads and placed her hands over his, in a very desperate fashion. Virgil, though usually swayed by the passion of a woman, did not buy this act. Something was amiss. She was far to emotional, far too early. He listened intently none-the-less. The woman continued. [B]"A priceless antique was stolen from my family by the criminal syndicate ReBirth. A chest from eons ago, laced with gold and adourned with gems, it has been passed along in my family for many years, and without motive, was taken by those thugs. I would greatly appreciate if you could get it back for me. I'll give you $10,000 in cash! The chest itself is worth so much more, and if they sell it, I would never be able to get it back."[/B] Virgil had already detected and analyzed the impurities in her story, and her ending had more than given it away. The fashion with which she told that last bit of information was that of one who let's to much slip, a trait common among the nervous. However, she had not caught herself, and has sounded far too comfortable with that phrase. Regardless, money was money, Virgil was bored, and he could find out the truth later. He held the woman's hands and nodded. [B]"I'd be glad to help, madam. Merely leave your personal information with Mr. Cade, and I'll bring you your prize."[/B] She smiled and kissed his hands as he said that, and the two walked over to the door together. She turned to him and hugged him quickly. [B]"Thank you, Mr. Berimue..."[/B] Virgil held up his hands and shook his head no humorously. [B]"Call me Barrel."[/B] The job, though mildly difficult in planning, endurance, and longevity was one of the most basic lifts he had performed in a while. He sneaked in undetected, made it to the chest in not time, secured it in a safe place and prepared to exit the building. Extremely dissapointed by the lack of excitement, he knocked out a couple guards for the hell of it. However, upon attempting to exit, waves of guards appeared in the halls, ready to attack. Virgil quickly fled into the shadows as the soldiers began to inspect the room. Virgil grinned. They hadn't been there to fight him, just for inspection. Taking a moment to ponder than, Virgil became confused. Why would they need such an extensive check-up? Finally the soldiers noticed it was gone, and went into a frenzy searching for it. In the panic, they accidentally began to stumble upon Virgil's spot. [B]"Shit."[/B] Virgil fired one shot, throwing the hall into further disarray. Shots were fired all around, and Virgil used the hectic situation to pick off soldiers from his position. Finally tired of hiding, and sure that his enemies were out of ammo for their firearms, Virgil sprang out, taking down soldiers periodically with his rapier. He wasn't able to take down many, though, before a voice called a halt to the quarell. As everyone stood still, Virgil readied himself, and sprung back into the darkness, unseen by the unattentive soldiers.. He had a slight advantage, and could easily flee the scene and come back for the chest. A short, stout man approached the lead soldier, his stomach bouncing up and down as he walked. He spoke solemnly. [B]"Her again, hmmm? It tire of her efforts to steal our weapon. We have worked earnestly on this technology, and I will not allow her to make off with it, especially not with what's she got planned for it! She could jeaporadize millions of lives with this toxin!"[/B] Virgil raised an eyebrow with intrigue to this comment. He spoke out jovially, emerging from the shadows, his hands raised as a sign of peace. [B]"I suppose she tired of hiring hands with honesty. I was under the impression that that chest was hers... However, if you'd like, I could take her off your hands. I am an impartial factor in all of this, and would gladly like to assist you."[/B] The fat man looked at him sternly and glared as he spoke. [B]"Fine... But if I don't recieve her corpse in the next 24 hours, we hunt and kill you down as well."[/B] Virgil smiled and bowed, showing them where the chest was and asking them for an identical one. They pulled out their fake, the one Virgil had easily seen as a false, and he grabbed it readily, heading out to finish his job. A rapid series of knocks caused Ms. Luisa Epitaph to rush to her door quickly, opening it without a second thought. Virgil stood at the door smiling, the chest in a bad under his arm. A sadistic smile arouse on her face, but was quickly replaced by a sincere grin. She led him to her couch and asked him to sit, offering a drink. Virgil nodded and accepted, sitting down. She spoke to him from the other room as she poured his drink. [B]"So I hope it wasn't to boring for a man of your calibur. I just wanted to make sure that it arrived safely. Your money's on the table, by the way."[/B] Virgil looked towards it quickly, glancing it over. It wasn't booby trapped, but it didn't need to be. She was going to attempt to kill him now. Virgil pulled out both handguns and spoke back, steadily declining the tone in his voice as he approached the kitchen. [B]"I wasn't bored at all. In fact, the mission proved quite interesting. Definitely worth the trip, I think. It's amazing what you find when you raise a ruckus, don't you think?"[/B] He watched as her eyes thinned and she put down the drinks, reaching for something at her waist. She raised up her glock and slowly edged towards the living room, with Virgil pressing himself against the hall wall. As she approaced the couch, and was amazed to find he wasn't there, he pressed the barrel of his gun against her temple. [B]"I don't like being tricked. Amazing, huh?"[/B] With that, he fired two shots into her head. She fell over, a blank expression on her face as she dropped like a rock to the floor. Virgil grabbed the briefcase full of money, took out the chest, and from it, the body-bag, collecting her and bringing her to his other benefactor. [CENTER]*****[/CENTER][/I] His thoughts finished as he took a deep drink, but the silence was soon deterred by Kenso. As his ally sat down and offered to show his prize, Virgil laughed. [B]"Usually I would oppose to this, but apparently with enough drinks, I'm up for anything. Let's take a look, hmm?"[/B] Virgil and Kenso siphoned through all of the pics, gaining the attention of other Sinister Nation males. Some of the woman in the bar sighed in disgust, while others cam to take a look. Virgil had always loved the diversity of the group, an interesting reaction could be found in them all. Kenso was an interesting character. His forthright mannerism in and out of a job made it so that the two got along well. They both were respectable gentleman, but weren't without their wild side. Who better to share dirty pictures and drinks with?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Vermillion sat uncomfortably in his room, staring at the wall. Graduation... Shouldn't he be happy? What was the matter? Wasn't this what he always wanted? THere was just something amiss... [B][I]Not that it maters now.[/I][/B] His beast's voice emerged from the back of his mind, almost filling the room. Soon it was visible, at least in it's inner eye. He grinned at it and layed backwards, wrinkling his suit, and his now blonde hair falling over his eye. He had finally adhered by the rules, but of course, he had refusen to give up his hat. HIs beast walked over to the side of the bed and sat beside him. What's the matter Vermillion? Your thoughts have been troubling lately... What's the source of this intensive misery? Vermillion growled and threw his pillow through the air to the wall, intending for, foolishly, it to hit the imaginary Gryphon. It laughed amusedly. [I][B]Did you honestly expect that to work?[/B][/I] Vermillion shook his head no. He was so out of it. He felt incomplete, felt like there was a large piece of himself missing that hadn't been there in the first place, but was only making itself apparent. He opened his mouth to repeat his thoughts, but stopped himself, laughing. [B]"You heard all of that anyways, didn't you Barrel?"[/B] Barell laughed again, 'nuzzling' against Vermillion. Vermillion smiled at the creature and stood up, finishing the packing he had been doing. The beast walked towards the door and stood there. [B][I]Finish your packing later. You'll be late if you don't head along.[/I][/B] Vermillion grinned and tossed the rest of the stuff onto the bed, acreating a massive pile that he would take care of later. Just as he finished doing that, an announcement went over the intercom. [B]? All cadets to the ceremony area immediately. The graduation will begin shortly.?[/B] He stuck his tongue out at Barrel mockishly. [B]"So you were right. Bite me."[/B] And with that, Barrel retreated to the back of Vermillion's mind, and Vermillion swiftly exited his room, slamming the door behind him as he headed for graduation. [CENTER][B]*****[/B][/CENTER] Vermillion smiled and clapped as all his fellow cadets went up and accepted their admitance into the ANGEL wire. Air Chief Marshall happily greeted most of the cadets, but his face turned slightly sour as the next name on the roster graced his eyes. Vermillion laughed in his head when he saw the man's eyes float over to him. The Air Chief Marshall quickly regained his composure and spoke once again to the crowd. [B]"Another troublemaker amongst our ranks, as I suppose the ANGEL wire attracts many of them,"[/B] laughter from the crowd, and a quick glance between Vermillion, Chase, and Cassidy graced his joke, [B]"I'd like Vermillion Edge to come up."[/B] A round of applause, and Vermillion was walking towards the stage. As his feet carried him, his mind, moreso Barrel, took in the Air Chief Marshall's words. [B]"An amazing air pilot, with top notch strength comparable to most ground units and amazing dexterity and endurance, regardless of situation. Though not adherent to general instructions, his own tactics more often than not contribute to an amazing display and clear victory. With the best of both the air and the Earth,"[/B] with that Vermillion walked directly up to the Air Chief Marshall, smiling at him, [B]"we extend an invitation to the ANGEL wire. Do you accept?"[/B] Vermillion nodded, and then surprised everyone. He bowed slightly to the Air Chief Marshall, taking off his hat as he did so. Though at first thought to be a mocking act, that thought was soon put behind them by the seriousness in his face. As he straightened out, the Air Chief Marshall extended his hand. Barrel's voice echoed in his mind. [B][I]You ready for this, kiddo?[/I][/B] [B]"Do you accept?"[/B] Vermillion took his hand and shook it vigorously. [B]"I accept. Thank you."[/B] WIth that he walked back to his seat, smiling on the inside.[/SIZE]

[COLOR=Silver][SIZE=1][IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/VirgilBanner.jpg[/IMG] [B]Name:[/B] Virgil Berimue [B]Nickname:[/B] Barrel- [I]He is often referred to as Barrel when on a job, or as a term of endearment. Otherwise, he?s most likely to be summoned as Virgil.[/I] [B]Age:[/B] 23 [B]Appearance:[/B] [B]Virgil-[/B] Virgil?s hair, which is a perpetual and natural silvery-blue, only grows out to his shoulders, and he spikes it outwards in back. Always adorning his face are his shades with small emblem shapes on the outer sides of the lens. On his right middle finger is a silver ring with three silver crosses on it, and on his left middle finger, a ring with the symbol of Gabriel engraved in it. Other of Virgil?s note-worthy features would be his tattooed angel wings on his shoulder blades and the massive x-shaped scar etched almost perfectly in the middle of the tattoos. [B]Weapon:[/B] [URL=http://www.berettagallery.com/index.aspx?m=53&did=460][COLOR=Silver][I]92/98 FS [[Berretta Customs ?Lock and Stock?]]-[/COLOR] [/I][/URL] This model, finely crafted, is usually nothing more than a wonderful addition to any gun showcase at a museum. Having stolen one at a relatively young age, Fargo bought two and had them modified, fine-tuned if you will, to work nigh more efficient then the more advanced guns of this day and age. Has a double-row 15 magazine. [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/Rapier.jpg][COLOR=Silver][I][[El Cid Sword]]-[/I] [/COLOR][/URL] A rapier handed down by Virgil?s wealthy family throughout the generations, Virgil is the only member of his family to have the blade brought from antiquity and put into actual use. It rests at his side at most times, and when it doesn?t, it?s rarely ever out of his sight. [B]Years as a Sinister Nation member:[/B] 5 [B]Primary Specialty:[/B] Retrievals [B]Secondary Specialty:[/B] Reconnaissance [B]Personality:[/B] Having grown up in a rich and wealthy environment, most would think Virgil to be snobbish, superior. However, he is extremely humble about himself, even though his marksmanship, intelligence and swordsmanship are superior to many other mercenaries. As an aristocrat, he had the best training anyone had to offer, and though his knowledge was truly sharpened through these classes, most of his ability to fight came after the downfall of his family and the many days he spent as a delinquent. His countless days as a thief not only strengthened his self-defense, it also granted him an unparalleled ability to retrieve any object, even people. Virgil can always be found smiling, and his upbringing as made him into the epitome of a gallant young man. He disrespects no one, and has a strong sense of chivalry, manners, and of respect. He will follow every order given to him if given by a superior, though he has extremely difficulty waiting still. His soul is restless. And he equates the stillness to the numerous days spent in his castle of a home, with all of the things he despised. There is one way he keeps himself calm, though. He can often times be found looking up, staring deep into the sky. Often times before a job, along the way, he?ll just sit and stare, lost in his own world until it?s time for him to get called into action. Virgil may be a gentleman, a fighter, a thief, and a scholar; his most defining attribute though is his head strength. Once his minds is set on something, only death will keep him from his goal. This was one of the main reasons Fargo took such an interest into young Virgil, even beaten, bloodied, and bruised, he lost no haste in reaching his objective. [B]Background: [/B] [B]?A son, eh? Well then, I suppose our child will serve some purpose??[/B] That was the motto Exavius Berimue took to the child of his 3rd wife, Genevieve Landgriser. He had long awaited a soon, as any high-powered bureaucrat and greatly feared assassin should, especially one who worked under the feared Murdock Brothers. From an early age, he stripped his son of a true childhood, attempting to shape him into a mindless mercenary who would carry along the family legacy and keep the family at the top. Class after class, a mingle of books, acrobatics, and sparring, that?s all Virgil?s early years saw. During these years he developed - if only briefly, as he truly had no time to himself, or for leisure- a taste for antique rapiers and guns, preferably rifles and handguns. He often practiced with these in his sparring or aim honing classes, but never long enough to quench his thirst for those weapons. He accepted this terrible burden, but despised it dearly, lashing out in rage every evening against the walls of his room. Finally one night, in his blind rage, he broke open the window in his bedroom, and upon further investigation, he discovered a way down to the streets below. Straying far from his house for hours it took him no time at all to reach the slums, where he believed he could unleash his anger on the ruffians and riff-raff of society. He however, was terribly misinformed. Having only been taught the chivalrous side of combat, he was easily bested by the down and dirty tactics of a street brawl. He hadn?t expected the knee to the stomach, or the knife that was pulled on him. Luckily for him, his training had enabled him to adapt quickly, and a spare pipe was all he needed to cave in the skull of his opponent. Wobbling home, bleeding and bruised, he warily climbed up the wall to his bedroom, and after treating his wound, passed out. And unbeknownst to him off in the distance, a man watched in extreme interest. This became a daily ritual for Virgil. During the day he took his formal training, choked down all the responsibilities his father lay upon his shoulder, and then by night, he took to the streets, soon earning himself quite a rep, admission into powerful street gang, and the nickname ?Barrel?, to distinguish that side of himself from his nobility. He was honored as a warrior, but was truly worshiped for his ability to get anything. He would often steal the most prized and heavily guarded of possessions from his own house, and though impressive, soon aroused suspicion. How could they know if he had not merely asked his father to bring them to him? Petty thievery was nothing, any of the members could do that, and it proved nothing. However, after many months of searching for a grand opportunity- which would usually involve spying on his father, who only caught him the first three times- he finally overheard his father telling one of his associates that he would be holding a grand display in his museum of antiquities. Virgil rushed off to plan the theft, missing the most vital part of his father?s conversation. The antiques were coming from a rival faction, after his father attacked their base and stole them. They were known as Sinister Nation. When the display went open, Virgil, or rather, Barrel, proved his worth without a hitch. The most prized hand-gun his father owned, surrounded by cameras with machine guns and a laser wire system, did nothing to stop the young man, now of the age 17. But when Barrel came to show his ?brothers? of his retrieval, things went to hell. The rival faction, taking this as the perfect opportunity to take back their loot, unleashed a barrage of fire on the museum and all the people inside. Exavius had been expecting that, and his men were quickly in action, taking out their opponents like flies. Virgil watched on in horror as him crew members fled. They tried to get him to come along, but he was frozen to the spot. Not with fear, but with a newfound fire. Before he knew what he was doing, and dodge-rolled behind a nearby car and grabbed the gun from the dead carcass next to him. But at that point, he was faced with a dilemma. Who did he fight for? His corrupt father, who, none-the-less, was family, or these men, who were truly the victims here. Before he could make any move, a voice came from beside him. [B]?You?re a noble man. Your father?s not. What were you taught to do to the ignoble??[/B] Virgil looked to the source of the voice, almost sure he had seen this figure multiple times, but his thoughts and his glance were brief as the words had quickly been taken to heart. He sprung up and fired at his father?s men. The voice, better known as Nicholas Fargo of Sinister Nation, smiled approvingly. The battle was done in no time, with few losses for the Sinister Nation. Fargo introduced himself to Virgil, and offered to take him in and train him, but differently from the life of near slavery Exavius had him under. Virgil agreed, not exactly sure why, but sure that it was the right choice. Fargo led Virgil into the museum, where his father lay on the ground in a pool of his own blood, not quite dead. His father stared at him with cold eyes. [B]?I should have known you?d be worthless, Virgil.?[/B] Virgil raised his handgun to his father?s face and smirked at the man. He pointed to himself with his left thumb and laughed. [B]?Father, as of right now, you face Barrel, not Virgil. And quite frankly, he doesn?t give a damned thought about what you think. So, goodbye.?[/B] And with that, Virgil shattered the ties to his past and pledged his allegiance to Sinister Nation. A year later, he was an official member. He?s gotten along with the other members excellently, save Alex, who reminds him of the ruffians he encountered on the streets. He?s faithfully followed Fargo every day since then, and was extremely devastated by the loss of his leader. Virgil swears to exact revenge on the murderers, and make them pay dearly. Despite his sorrow, he still performs at top performance, in the name of his father figure, and in respect of his new leader, Elliot, whom holds in high esteem. Though Sinister Nation was made great by Fargo?s hands, Elliot was always right there with him, strengthening the family. Virgil has complete loyalty and faith in his new leader.[/SIZE][/COLOR] [CENTER][SIZE=1][B]OOC:[/B] PM if changes are needed.[/SIZE][/CENTER]

[SIZE=1]Xranis jumped backwards, barely avoiding Atrexim's strike to his stomach. He grinned in a cocky fashion and tossed two knives straight at Atrexim's chest, though they were deflected by his massive weapons. This was Atrexim's turn to strike. He came swiftly at Xranis, utilizing his control over the smoke element to create a thick fog only he could see through. He struck at Xranis' figure, believing to have hit him, and then unleashed his Shinobi on him, and they quickly struck, but were met only by one another. Atrexism sighed as laughter cam from above him, and then Xranis' voice. [B]"Almost, almost. A shame, I'd say. I bet you thought you had me?"[/B] Atrexism grinned and burst out laughing, as did Xranis. Xranis assumed battle stance again, holding his knives at the ready, when two messenger dusk appeared. The two warriors stopped and gave their attention to them. The dusks flittered forward in their fluid and lithe style, mentally linking with their supperiors to relay their epistle, though the two already had a good feel for what it may be. [I][B]"The Master implores that you come to the Chamber of Dying Echoes. It is an urg--"[/B][/I] The dusk's sentence was interrupted as Xranis phased into the wall and phased out behind the creature, kicking it squarely in it's back, right to Atrexism, who easily cut it in half. Before the other dusk could react, Xranis took both knives and stabbed it in the back. He sighed as he prepared his blades again, then threw his hood over his head. Atrexism followed the action, adjusting his massive weapons back into place. [B]"Let us hurry. Though I absolutely despise interruptions, if Onix wills something, it is done. Come along Atrexism."[/B] The two warriors left the training hall swiftly and hurried along to the Chamber. Their chief nobodies traveled shortly behind them, as they did quite often, weaving in unison in and out of the surroundings directly behind the two Order members. Xranis and Atrexism had taught them to do that; if they were in a continuous state of action they would never be overtaken or suprised and would be able to utilize their own and the other nobodies abilities to surrmount any foe. Xranis grinned as he pushed opened the doors to the Chamber and his nobodies dispersed. The chamber was silent, though tension could be felt in the air. It didn't bother either Xranis or Atrexism, as it was normal for the more brash members to continuously be disruptive. Xranis smiled at the other members, giving Xarin a high five as he walked by and took the seat next to him, and Atrexism next to him. Despite its vastness and emptyness, the Chamber was one of Xranis's favorite room, where he would often come to think when the other members weren't present. However, seeing as they were, he need pay attention to them, as he was nothing short of polite. He smiled at the other members accordingly, bowing his head to Onix when looking to him. [B]"You know Onix, sending Dusks is so impersonal. I would prefer a personal greeting every now and then. It's not often you grant us that luxury."[/B] Onix merely shrugged and answered concisely, not one for extreme interaction. [B]"Things have been busy, Xranis. Now more than ever."[/B] And with that, Onix shifted his attention away, waiting for the other members. Xranis sighed, disappointed. [I]I suppose I shouldn't have expected an explanation off the back. Otherwise, why would he have called us here?[/I] He laughed slightly at his thought. He looked across the table to Marax, throwing him a quick v-peace symbol, flipped the hair out of his eyes, and then turned to Xarin, engaging him in conversation. [CENTER][B]? ♥ ?[/B][/CENTER] OOC: Hope that's alright, Onix. PM me if I need to change anything.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Original Name:[/B] Sarin [B]Order Name:[/B] Xranis [Pronounced Zra-nis] [B]Number:[/B] III [B]Code Name:[/B] The Jovial Phantom [B]Element:[/B] Darkness [B]Weapon:[/B] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/AKnife.jpg][Throwing Knives][/URL] Xranis? weapons are modeled after Larxene?s of the former Organization with his own variation. Though they are throwing knives, Xranis does not wield multiple knives at once, he uses two as a time, holding them in his palm and striking at his enemy and then launching them at his opponent after the onslaught of blows. He can summon an infinite number of these. The bottom half of each knife is shaped like a nobody symbol, and the nobody symbol also decorates the blade of each as well. The knives themselves are Vermillion colored, while the nobody symbols are black. [B]Nobody:[/B] The Assalaint- A silent and deadly nobody whose swift movement and ability to merge into it?s surroundings make it the perfect assassin for any mission. Not much unlike the assassin nobody of past, this nobody has a humanoid shape, like the Samurais, although over it's face it wears a mask in the shape of a nobody symbol. It's weapons are it's sharp hands, capable of slicing through even the strongest of metals. This creature's most noticable difference in attack style is the ability to quicky dash back and forth between it's surroundings while striking at it's opponents. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://img152.echo.cx/img152/5097/yazoo5jx.jpg][Xranis][/URL] Xranis? silver-blue hair is kept short, only to about shoulder length, and is spiked down and out in the back. His hair, although, is not the most notable feature of this man. His eyes are, for the portray the eyes of the silent murderer. Though hidden behind his thin square-rimmed glasses and underneath his hair, his bright golden eyes are ever alert, always watching. However, the testament to his skill can be seen all throughout his body, if one looks hard enough. Though of a slim and slender build, his arms and legs are fully muscle, and have numerous scars from when his body was assaulted by the heartless at the time of his death. Though his Order cloavk is the same as the others, it has a closer fit, and is skin tight in the sleeves, except for the cuffs, which are slightly wider so his blades can slip through. [B]Personality:[/B] If the nobodies lack of a heart truly means that they lack emotion, Xranis? mind has etched into it the persona of humor, happiness, and sarcasm, not much unlike Axel from the previous Organization. His disposition is often times cheery, and he remains the most positive optimist of the group, though his rebirth as a nobody was brought about by quite a gruesome and horrible end of his person. Slaughtered while attempting to protect his wife and children, his untimely demise was met by the screams and pleas for mercy from the people he loved most. The truth behind his demeanor is that he chooses not to remember the emotion ?sorrow? and clings merely to the emotions he remembered ?enjoying?. Xranis has undying loyalty and faith to Onix. Though the man does not allow the other members to get close, and is ruthless to all ends, Onix fights dearly for his goal no matter what the cost. Xranis follows his fiery determination and is gladly ready to face the dark void of nothingness for him. He tries to get along with the other members of the Order, but due to the conflicting natures of most members, he is most compatible to Xarin and Atrexsim, and the three, in good humor, jest at Necrox who attempts to verbally [and physically] assault them. [B][CENTER]? ♥ ?[/CENTER][/B] OOC: I wanted to give the custom nobody a shot, thought it might be interesting.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Gabriel Collins [B]Age:[/B] 19 Gender: Male [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://img152.echo.cx/img152/5097/yazoo5jx.jpg][Gabriel][/URL] Gabriel stands at 6?0??, and has a long, thin frame. His silver hair is cut fairly short from its original length, and only falls to about his shoulders. His hair, however, is often tucked underneath a black cadet hat with a white skull and wing design on the right. His eyes are a soft gray tone, but are always hidden behind a pair of thin, square rimmed glasses and his silver bangs. Gabriel?s attire follows a traditional pattern, and rarely ever changes. A black military t-shirt with shoulder straps covers the upper half of his body, and over that is slung: his messenger bag where he carries his art book and drawing utensils, and a silver crux gemmata with 13 onyx gems in it. Covering his legs are a pair of light blue torn jeans that fall over his black tennis shoes. On the middle finger of his right hand is a ring with three silver cross designs on it. Despite the religious emblem, Gabriel?s view on religion is rather pessimistic, due to what he corresponds it with in his past. The only reason he keeps this jewelry is because that was all his mother left behind. [B]Personality:[/B] Gabriel is a troubled individual, with sides to himself as different as the seasons themselves. Through the sting of events that have happened through his life, a constant sorrow lives in his heart, in the back of his mind. However, very few are led on to believe that by his casual and cheery demeanor portrayed day by day. He?s rarely ever seem without his broad smile or optimistic nature. He?s well liked, and attracts people naturally. He?s kind to all, which can often get him into trouble, as he carries the naïve ideology that every heart has some good in it. This had proved, however, a useful skill to have, saving him from as many sticky situations as it?s gotten him into. Despite this appearance, many a nights, Gabriel finds himself in his room striking the walls in anger, tears streaming down his eyes subconsciously as he unleashes his rage. Once the tears of a child for the departure of his mother, than the tears of a teen for the self-abuse his father endured, now his rage is fueled by the both and for the future that has been laid out for him. His life of servitude was made clear to him early in his teenager years, and he?s despised ?God? and religion in general. He?s very skeptical of religious folks, but allows them their own beliefs, never forcing his own views down their throats, despite knowing the truth. A certain part of Gabriel does enjoy the amazing abilities granted to him by the pact his decendant made with Mosrael. He?s told no one, though he has wanted to badly. He often uses his powers for meager things, or merely for his amusement, though his powers do also become apparent with his mode. With the innate ability to control the weather in his blood, an extremely happy Gabriel is greeted by clear skies, whereas a truly frustrated Gabriel will go for long walks in the rain storms that spring up. He has yet to use his powers for [B]Short Biography:[/B] Gabriel was born to Markus Collins and Jessica Morin. His father was said to be a successful businessman, and his mother was a painter. Gabriel?s earliest childhood years were the brightest of them all, and they barely qualified as such. Jessica would stay home with young Gabriel and paint with the child, while Markus was ?off at work all the time?. Though the couple rarely was together, when they were, things had the appearance of being fine, when in truth, they weren?t. Markus often remained silent around his family, staring down at his son sorrowfully, pained almost. At dinner his father would pray vigorously, praying that one day our family?s sorrows would end. His mother?s eyes would drop at that, if only for just a second. Later in the evening, they would argue for long hours, argue about their fate, the fate of their son. Surely there must be some way out, his mother would scream. And every night his father would scream back that they couldn?t escape this debt, that there would be no way out. The arguing continued for months, than years, and then finally it ceased. It ceased the day that his mother vanished. By that time, Gabriel was 4 years old, and he would often times ask his father where his mother had gone. His father would merely put on a smile and say that mommy had to go away for work, and that she would be back eventually. Well, once eventually came, Gabriel stopped asking, because he knew his mother would never come home. Not that he had the time to ask anyway. His father was always gone at work, and when he was home, he would often hit the bottle. He never lashed out against his son, or spoke cruelly to him, but the alcohol would bring out his father?s insecurities. Gabriel hated to see his father like that so he would bury himself in school work or stay at his friends house until his father was better, or gone. His teenage years were slightly better, as his father was around more often, and they developed a brotherly bond. Gabriel had grown into a fine young gentleman, and his father couldn?t have been more proud of him. He took on a love for art like that of his mother?s. When Gabriel would search for inspiration, his father began telling him tales of their ancestry, about tales of the powers they possessed. Gabriel would merely laugh them off, believing the tales to be nothing more than a byproduct of his drunken state. These tales became almost an everyday tradition with the two, and while Markus told the stories, Gabriel would make them into artwork. But like the past, these days came to an abrupt end. That day tragedy struck, that day when Markus and Gabriel crashed in their car while Markus was driving in a intoxicated state. Markus, barely holding on for life, spoke to his son warily one last time. As the blood flowed from his mouth, he told his son that all his tales were true, that his family was cursed, that Gabriel was the next. Tears streamed down Gabriel?s face as he told his dad to save his strength, to hold on. Markus looked to the sky and smiled, muttering something about wanting to die in the rain. Not 5 seconds after the words were uttered the clear sky turned cloudy and rain began to fall lightly onto the Earth. Gabriel knelt, amazed, and silently promised that he would find a way out of the debt, a way other than death. Gabriel went to live with a close family, and finished his high school career, going off to college, keeping his promise strong in his heart. [CENTER][B]? ♥ ?[/B][/CENTER] [B]OOC:[/B] I hope everything is in order Blayze. Please PM me if anything needs altering.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Yay, more questions! A teacher loves questions. *picks Sakura* Well, to answer your question, Sakura, you do have all of your equipment, as you were most likely with it when the worlds were merged together. You will have your mech in the prologue, but starting in the 1st Chapter, that will change. And to answer your second question, you basically just show up in this new reality after the incident with the massive mirror. For one reason or another, our characters were all transported to the same general area, and so it's most likely that you see the battle progressing. The light that shone from Shin's arm flooded the entire area so no matter how far away you are, your new powers have been activated. [CENTER][B]? ♥ ?[/B][/CENTER][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I am truly sorry for the inconvenience, I should have provided more information in the Prologue, but it was my least developed chapter of them all, as it was created on a whim. I should also mention that, at the time, our characters are the only people currently in this new world, as the rest of the world population is still trapped at the monstrous mirror.If anything more is needed, please do not hesitate to contact me. [CENTER][B]? ♥ ?[/B][/CENTER] [/SIZE]