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[font="Book Antiqua"][size="2"][b]Name:[/b]Anselmo Cidolfus "Cid" Lucientes [b]Age:[/b] 30 [b]Nationality:[/b] Spanish [b]Physical Description:[/b] Cid has a tall, slender figure, standing at 6'3''. His skin is a light brown color, and he has friendly, albeit narrow and fox-like features. His shaggy brown hair sometimes falls over his heterochromatic eyes, which are mostly auburn with golden rings around the pupil. He sports a rough and short beard with a matching mustache that never seems to get any longer. Although his body is thoroughly scarred from years of abuse from his father and battles against Death Eaters, the only visible scars are on his knuckles, where he was rapped on as a child for 'misbehaving'. Dress-wise, Cid usually wears an outfit comprised of a white button up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a dark grey sweater vest pulled over it, black slacks and black dress shoes. [b] Personality: [/b]Cid is a calm, well spoken man with a good-natured disposition. After years of rigidness and contempt from his father, Cid dedicated himself to being the antithesis of everything his father stood for. Since his father was cruel, self serving, arrogant and cold, Cid became friendly, loyal, trusting and nurturing, often attempting to take care of the Aurors whenever possible. He's also developed quite a humorous personality over the years as a defense against hardship, so he often comes across as being somewhat aloof due to the way he attempts to smile away his troubles. [b] Wand Description:[/b] Elder, Phoenix, 12 inches, and very rigid. This wand is unique, one of the few made from elder wood and that possess phoenix feathers. As such, the wand is an heirloom, passed down along the Lucientes family line when a member of the family proved him or herself worthy. The wand had recently belonged to his father, Ignacio, who had a falling out with his son when Cid refused to join the death eaters, but the wand rejected Ignacio in a duel between the two of them, and is now in Cid's possession. The wand has a lacquered, plain, six inched hilt, and the rest of the wand is simple as well, narrowing slightly as it goes toward the tip. The wand is particularly powerful when it comes to defending against spells, as well as counter charms and counter curses. [b] Skills:[/b] Cid is a skilled dueler, having been challenged many times by his father once he was of age. However, Cid's personal talent lies in healing others through crafting potions, as well as having a mastery of counter-charms, curses and hexes. He is also a Parselmouth, as is everyone in his family. His patronus takes the shape of an Iberian Lynx. [b]Writing Sample:[/b] [i]5 Years Ago...[/i] [b]"Accio bezoar!" [/b]Cid cried, and with a flick of his wrist the bezoar came rocketing out of his jacket pocket and into his hand. Allowing his hands to enter into autopilot and prepare the potion on their own, he took a moment to appreciate the veritable panacea. Bezoars alone could cure basically every form of poison, but combined with mandrake and mixed into the brew he was preparing its effects would be enhanced dramatically. [i]Esperamos que...esto sera suficiente, [/i]he thought mournfully as he looked down at his patient, a young twenty-something year old witch who had made herself a target by openly insulting the Death Eaters. From the convulsions he could tell they had, repeatedly, cast the cruciatus curse on her. Although at first glance it appeared as if she had been driven insane by the assault, Cid had discovered that she had most likely been confunded, as she was expressing coherent thoughts, simply in a jumbled manner, and she continuously was forced to grab the table she was on for balance. [b]"Please, wait only a moment longer," [/b]he pleaded softly, despite knowing that there was a chance that this potion would only momentarily alleviate her ailments. Even worse, she had not been alone. Strapped to the other pieces of furniture in his newly appointed 'office' were the woman's comrades, who were all suffering from their own problems. On the nearest table to his right was a man who had, judging by his wounds, been forced to sit still, no doubt from an imperius curse, as the Death Eaters cast incendio on him. On one chair on the opposite side of the room was a young girl who had been forced to apparate until she splinched a number of times and a young man who had been forced to join the Death Eaters and cast curses on his friends. [b]"I'm so sorry... Please God, I'm so sorry... Please..." [/b]was all he repeated time and time again. Cid had been forced to bind the young man to that chair to keep him from hysterically trying to grab his friends and hold them in his arms. Cid quickly mixed his potion and served it to his 'patients', save for the hysterical young man, who Cid simply put to sleep now that he had the free time and clarity of thought. He looked at the man for one long second, and then aimed his wand at him. [b]"Obliviate," [/b]he muttered under his breath, before turning on the others and casting the spell as well. He altered their memories to believe that the young man had saved them from the Death Eaters, as well as tricking the young man in specific into believing he was good with potions, so that when he awoke he would be able to use the supplies Cid left behind to continue tending to his allies. Feeling he had done all he could for them, Cid prepared to apparate away when he heard the faintest of creaks from the hallway outside of the door. Although Cid had cast a protection charm on the door, he had done so hastily, and a powerful enough spell would be able to easily overcome his charm. Unwilling to give what was likely an assailant the chance to hurt his patients any further, he raised he wand toward the door. [b]"Confringo!" [/b]He cried as he forcefully flicked his wrist at the door, causing it to explode violently. Without missing a beat he rushed for the now gaping exit and fired off another blasting spell down the hallway, which narrowly missed his opponent as they fled from the stairway. Cid chased after, stopping at the bottom of the stairs before a green wave launched through the doorway to the right and collided with the wall. The door of the house slammed shut shortly afterward. Fearing the Death Eater would relay information about the house to his allies Cid apparated outside, and managed to skillfully raise his wand in defense as another spell was directed to the spot he reappeared in. A familiar voice taunted Cid from within his black cloak. [b]"[/b][b]Veo que mi hijo todavía malgasta su vida cuidando de [/b][b]otros,"[/b] came the sneering voice of a man Cid had vowed to kill since childhood. Cid gripped his wand tighter as he responded. [b]"[/b][b]Y yo veo un hombre que ha malgastado toda su vida para nada, y que ahora se malgastar[/b][color="#2F2F2F"][b]á[/b][/color][b] [/b][b]a sí mismo,"[/b] he replied with contempt as he readied his wand at his father. Ignacio lowered his hood and smiled at his son. He was much bigger than his son, standing at 6'6'' and weighing easily a hundred pounds more than him. His jaw was set and stubborn, and his eyes blazed with insurmountable ego. Indeed, his ego seemed to reek from every inch of his figure-- his broad chest, his haughty stance and even his wand, stylized to appear as a miniature rapier screamed of a man who believed himself the next incarnation of the conquistadors. And it was precisely this aura of arrogance that caused Cid to seethe with hatred. [b]"Non sono venuto a combattere," [/b]Ignacio said calmly, switching from Spanish to Italian. Ignacio had barely finished his sentence when, like lightning, Cid had drawn his his wand and cast the cruciatus curse at his father, who deflected the spell with a powerful wave. Cid shook violently as his anger escalated. [b]"[/b][b]Cómo te[/b][b] [/b][b]atreves hablar[/b][b] [/b][b]italiano[/b][b] a[/b][b] mí!" [/b]He roared at his father. Italian was his mother's language. Ignacio had no right. No right. Ignacio smirked and shrugged his shoulders. [b]"If you're going to be such a child about it, perhaps I should simply speak to you en Ingles, Anselmo," [/b]Ignacio said with a condescending wink. Cid ignored him, too busy scolding himself for giving in to his anger and using an Unforgivable Curse. [b]"Whatever suits your purposes. If you are not here to fight, then why are you here?" [/b]Cid spat through clenched teeth. Ignacio's smile widened as he produced a wand from his pocket. He took a moment to look over it before tossing it at Cid's feet. He then repeated the action, this time drawing three wands which he casually cast aside. [b]"You have been busy, my son. Killing four Death Eaters in one day is no easy feat. I am truly proud of you," [/b]Ignacio boasted, opening his arms wide as if to embrace his son. Cid took a deep breath and aimed his wand at his father again. [b]"How... sweet. But I assure you, that was not my intention. Reducto," [/b]he growled, deftly arching his arm up and then bringing it down right as a bright flash emanated from the end of his wand, reducing the pile of wands to a pile of ash. He shoved the ball of his heel into the remains and ground them around. [b]"Ahora digame que tu quieres, o voy a matarte," [/b]Cid said coldly assuming a dueling position. Ignacio nodded, flashing a full, proud smile. [b]"Then allow me to cut to the chase. I want you by my side, and so does the Dark Lord. You have done the Dark Lord a great service by eliminating those who are unworthy of acting as the Dark Lord's conquerors. And you have proven yourself more than capable. You would make a Death Eater whose name would strike fear into all the wizarding world," [/b]he boomed, finishing his sentence with a grand sweeping motion. [b] "But," [/b]he continued, turning to face the building containing the recovering wizards and witches, [b]"you will have to man up. To be a Death Eater is to be a warrior, not a nurse. Fiendfyre!" "Stupefy!" [/b]Cid's spell came a second to late, and although it successfully connected and knocked Ignacio unconscious, the fiendfyre spell found its mark and began ravaging the house. Cid ran past his father and frantically swung his wand at the house. [b]"Aguamenti! Finite incantatem! Recanto!" [/b]Despite his best efforts, the fire continued to consume the house. Cid could hear the screams from the people inside, and his blood boiled again. He spun towards his still stunned father and thrust his wand toward him. [b]"Rennervate!" [/b]Ignacio sprung out of his stupor and jumped back to his feet. Cid kept his wand aimed at his father's chest and pointed to the house with the other hand. [b]"Paralo ahora!" [/b]He demanded. His father straightened himself out and pointed his weapon at his son. [b]"Esto es lo que necesitas hijo. Crucio!" [/b]Cid deflected the spell and countered with his own. [b]"Imperio!" [/b]He cried with a flick, but his father managed to block it as well, though not before taunting him. [b]"Ah! A clever plan my son! If I will not do as you say, force me to, ey? Incendio!" [/b] [b]"Protego! Relashio!" [/b] [b]"Sectum sempra!" [/b]Cid was forced to roll out of the direct path of that spell, being unfamiliar with it and thus unable to provide a counter spell. He made a quick mental note of the spell name as it was fired past him again, this time catching his arm right as he dove behind a wall. [b]"Mierda!" [/b]Cid screamed, grabbing his now gashed and bleeding arm. He fought past the pain and rummaged through his enchanted pocket for a dittany. As soon as he had it he went to work on his am. [b]"Vulnera sanentur... vulnera sanentur... vulnera sanentur... mierda!" [/b]He screamed again as he poured the dittany on his wound to finish healing it. His father's voice echoed from around the corner. [b]"Pain is good for a man, hijo! You will be fine!" [/b]He punctuated the sentence with a hearty laugh. Cid scrambled to his feet and rounded the corner to face his father again. [b]"Que te jodan! I will be fine once you are dead. And not a minute sooner. Puedes pudrirse en el infierno! Expelliarmus!" [/b]The spell surprised Ignacio, who was unable to prevent his wand from rocketing away. Cid smiled and slowly approached his father. [b]"Any last words?" [/b]He stated confidently. Ignacio looked back at his wand for one long moment before reaching into his robe. [b]"Yes. Voy a matarte para que nadie más lo hará." [/b]With that final sentiment, he drew another wand, this one having a plain and simple design, but resonating with power. Cid swallowed nervously. That wand was his family heirloom, a powerful and rare weapon with amazing magical power. Ignacio had murdered his father for it, and only unsheathed the wand when he wanted to demoralize or torture his opponents. Undoubtedly, his father was aiming for both now. [b]"Dios mio..." [/b]Cid muttered. Father and son assumed dueling positions again, a heavy tension set between them. His father's arrogance had been replaced entirely with malice and embittered disappointment. Ignacio spit on the ground and exhaled heavily. [b]"Uno... dos... tres! Avada Kedavra!" "Expulso!" [/b]The spells connected in midair as a collision of green and white swirls before dispersing into the air. [b]"Avada Kedavra!" "Avada Kedavra!" [/b]The effect was even more magnificent this time. Two plumes of green flames wrapped around one another and chaotically clashed, raining sparks onto the ground before erupting like fireworks. Cid sighed sharply. He was lucky to have survived two killing curses in a row, but having used one himself made him sick. Cid only used the spell when necessary, and even then it was normally fairly weak, as he was unable to summon the rage needed to power the spell. For once in his life he had felt the anger needed to fuel the magic and it left him feeling disgusted with himself. It had, however, delighted his father. [b]"Ah ha, sabía que lo tenía--" "Petrificus totalus!" [/b]Cid screamed, taking advantage of his father's ceasefire. His father's arms and legs snapped against his sides and he plummeted to the ground. Cid had no time to celebrate his victory though; the fiendfyre had entirely ravaged not only the original house but several others, creating a ring of insurmountable flame around the two of them. But now that Ignacio was petrified, the fire was raging out of control and was burning dangerously close to the pair. Cid pocketed his wand and ran over to the family heirloom. As he picked it up he was temporarily taken aback at how natural it felt in his hand, as if it was made for him. He shook away the feeling and ran back over to his father. [b]"Imperio." [/b]He stated deliberately, hoping in this case focused intent could replace malintent. Luckily, the spell worked, because Ignacio's eyes immediately clouded over. Cid released Ignacio from his petrification and coldly gave his father his commands. [b]"Coge tu [/b][b]varita mágica y contener el fuego. Deje que el fuego se queme hasta que un 'ashwinder' aparece... y entonces permitas que te consume. Oh, and... requiescat in pace." [/b]And without another look at his father he apparated away, leaving him to his fate.[/size][/font]

[font="'Book Antiqua"][b]"Subject is prone to bouts of irrationality and anger when threatened or aggravated for extended periods of time. These negative characteristics could prove advantageous to his public 'Warp' persona; Subject should monitor behaviour and only react with passionate anger when his enemies (or allies) speak negatively of the country or its people," [/b]Addley read aloud, trying with difficulty to not laugh hysterically. [i]That Cassandra Veidt is serious about our PR, [/i]he thought with a scoff before reading through the rest of his file. Geist Industries had really done their homework. They had at least eight accounts of him using his ability on record, and even a shot of him just as his wormhole consumed his body. It was a little unsettling to look at, in all honesty. He quickly leafed past the picture, turning to the page regarding proposed battle strategies and uses for his ability. He read over that page at least 10 times, especially the subsection titles 'Possible Future Applications'. [b]"With enough practice and prolonged usage of his suit, subject will definitely be able to create wormholes large enough to transport himself and others, possibly even the entirety of the Nation's Pride team. Less likely, but entirely plausible, is that the subject will be able to direct the wormholes, forming them around others or inside others, to remove limbs or organs. If this ability is obtained, subject could also use his ability to create a barrier for defensive purpose, such as absorbing gunfire and redirecting it at opponents." [/b]Addley whistled and leaned back against the wall behind his bed. How did they discern all of that information? Had they tested his blood? Had they simply run tests on [i]him[/i] while he was still under from the sedative? He frowned and looked to his left at the 'costume' he had draped over a nearby chair. [b]"First they violate my privacy, then my body, and now my ego. Well, technically they're giving me the option to have my ego violated, or to have my body violated further. Awesome..." [/b]Addley groaned, falling back onto his bed. A voice from the open doorway caught his attention. [b]"Well at least they're giving us an option." [/b]Addley looked up and saw Slate standing in his doorway. Addley smiled and tossed his file aside. [b]"I think we're gonna be friends, Slate. Or at least the closest thing that two people thrown mercilessly together by their ruthless overlords can come to friends. I think they had you pegged right as a leader," [/b]he said, springing to his feet and walking up to Slate. Slate grimaced and shrugged his shoulders. [b]"We'll see about that," [/b]Slate said simply, turning around and walking away. Addley laughed and followed next to him. As soon as they were in the hallway, Addley looked around at the 'scenery' and frowned. [b]"Where did everyone go?" [/b]He stated quizzically. Slate merely glanced over at him and shrugged again. Addley grinned and shook his head. [i]Silent, stoic type. Definitely a good leader type. [/i]A chorus of laughter from a nearby room drew his attention. Addley chuckled and patted Slate on the shoulder. [b]"Apparently Geist is throwing us a party," [/b]he said with a hint of sarcasm, before trotting off toward the room, which he quickly identified as the kitchen. Inside was basically all of the rest of his team, with several of them playing what appeared to be strip poker. That or 'Tyler', he believed his name was, really enjoyed taking off his shirt for kicks. Addley leaned against a nearby wall and watched with amusement.[/font]

[center][center][font="Garamond"][b][color="black"][size="5"]Episode Three: Roar of Resolution! Take'em Down, Gaogamon![/size][/color][/b] [/font][/center][/center] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b][color="black"]"A couple of hours ago, I didn't want to see another digimon--no offense, guys-- but now I would give anything to see someone!" [/color][/b][color="black"]Edward cried out with exasperation to his partner Gaomon. They had been walking for what seemed like an eternity; Edward had stopped looking at his watch after the third hour. For all of their adventuring since arriving in the 'digital world' they had only managed to recently exit the forest they had magically appeared in, and were now forced to scale a massive, seemingly endless hill. The digidestined were beginning to feel the effects of fatigue as well and the monster of a trek before them seemed more daunting than the Chameleonmon who ambushed them. But apparently the digidestined were the only ones feeling some wear and tear; their digimon partners were playing tag and running circles around them. [b]"It's almost insulting, how much energy they still have[/b]," Kincaid stated with a chuckle as Coronamon ran past him and tackled Gaomon, who laughed and kicked his friend off in response. Edward smiled and silently gave Gaomon a wink. [b]"Apparently getting attacked by giant chameleons, dragons, mammoths and goblins is all in a 'digiday's' work," [/b]Wyatt responded, causing the whole group to start laughing. At that same moment, Falcomon and Lunamon accidentally ran into each other, falling down into a tangled mess. The group laughed harder, almost forgetting their worries. Even though they were having fun now, Edward still had some nagging worries in the back of his mind. What if everyday [i]was[/i] like this? Would they always be in danger? He frowned despite himself, which drew Wyatt's attention.[/color] [b][color="black"] "You alright Eddie?" [/color][/b][color="black"]He asked curiously. Edward shrugged in response.[/color] [b][color="black"] "I'm just a little... apprehensive. I'm sure so long as we're with our partners we'll be safe, but I wish we had a plan, you know?" [/color][/b][color="black"]Edward said with another shrug. Everyone nodded, and he could see a general air of nervousness returning to his friends, when suddenly Riley perked up.[/color] [b][color="black"] "Wait a second! Didn't Falcomon say earlier that there is a digimon waiting up ahead for us?" [/color][/b][color="black"]Wyatt grinned at Riley.[/color] [b][color="black"] "That's right!" [/color][/b][color="black"]He said, spinning to face his partner. [b]"Hey Falcomon! Where's this friend of yours that we're supposed to be meeting?" [/b]Falcomon smiled and pointed in the direction past the top of the hill.[/color] [b][color="black"] "That way," s[/color][/b][color="black"]he stated matter-of-factly before trotting off in that direction. Edward and Kincaid burst out laughing.[/color] [b][color="black"] "Well, that's as good a start as any! Last one to the top gets fed to a Mammothmon," [/color][/b][color="black"]Edward responded, running off in that direction. Kincaid, Wyatt and Riley all looked at each other and laughed, then chased after him. Gaomon managed to catch up to Edward's side. Edward smiled down at his partner.[/color] [b][color="black"] "I'm gonna beat you, Boss!" [/color][/b][color="black"]Gaomon yelled before racing off past Edward. Edward laughed and attempted to catch up to him, almost managing to reach him. Just as Edward reached Gaomon, Gaomon decided to spin around and surprise his partner. Unfortunately, he succeeded and Edward, startled, lost his footing and crashed into Gaomon. [b]"Waaaaaah!!"[/b] The two of them tumbled down the other side of the hill, rolling and folding over one another. When they finally reached flat ground the two friends flew apart with a heavy thud. Both lay perfectly still for a second, before erupting into laughter again. Edward leaned on his shoulder to check on Gaomon. [b]â??You alright, buddy? I didnâ??t think I was going to catchâ?¦ youâ?¦â? [/b]Edwardâ??s sentence stuck in his throat as he caught site of something beyond Gaomon. He rose up as if in a daze and walked over to his partnerâ??s side without saying a word. The rest of the digidestined and digimon poured down next to him, laughing, before they caught site of it as well. Edward heard Rileyâ??s voice from behind him. [b]â??Is thatâ?¦ A village?â? [/b]In front of the digidestined were a number of small huts with smoke rising out of them, positioned in a circular pattern around a giant fire pit in the middle, which currently housed cooking fish and was being manned by what looked like a miniature dragon. The dragon shot a ball of flame onto the fish and turned to walk away, but froze when he saw Edward and the others. [b]â??The digidestined!â? [/b]It screamed, running towards the group. As it ran, tinier digimon hopped out of their tents and followed behind him. In no time at all, a flood of digimon had surrounded the teenagers and were cheering loudly. [b]â??Fans already, huh?â? [/b]Kincaid jested. Edward laughed nervously, before turning to his partner. [b]â??Hey Gaomonâ?¦ Weâ??re not in danger right? Just checking,â? [/b]Edward whispered. Gaomon, obviously untrained in subtlety, bellowed his response back at Edward. [b]â??Of course not, Boss! This is a village dedicated to raising baby and in-training digimon!â? [/b]Lunamon chipped in next. [b]â??The leaders of this village are Garurumon, known for his Howling Blaster and Slamming Attack, and Greymon, a powerhouse with the Nova Blast and Great Horns Attack skills.â? [/b]A quizzical Falcomon made the next contribution. [b]â??But it seems that Greymon has de-digivolved into Agumon, a friendly yet ferocious digimon able to hold its own with its Pepper Breath, Claw Attack and Spirit Fire abilities.â? [/b]The little dinosaur, now identified as Agumon spoke up in response. [b]â??Thatâ??s because Garurumon has gone crazy! A couple of days ago, we were attacked by a group of Goblimon and they managed to hurt Garurumon. Over the past week, he became more and more violent, until finally he turned on the village and attacked me! Now heâ??s living in a cave at the base of the nearby mountains,â? [/b]he stated, gesturing to some mountains in the distance, [b]â??along with some digimon who took with him, who have no doubt digivolved by now! We need your help, digidestined!â? [/b]Edward took a moment to absorb that information before gazing back at the others. Even though the group wasnâ??t eager to seek out trouble again, they all had a feeling that helping this village tied into their responsibility of â??saving the digital worldâ??. The four digidestined locked eyes and nodded. Edward turned back to Agumon. [b]â??Of course weâ??ll help you. Leave it up to us, Agumon!â? [/b]Agumon and the other digimon began cheering and jumping up and down with joy. Agumon grabbed Edwardâ??s hand and pulled him towards the center fire pit, while the other smaller digimon nudged the other digidestined forward. [b]â??Before you go,â? [/b]Agumon stated happily, [b]â??eat and relax! We know you folks have had a lot of trouble, so you need to rest up first in our village!â? [/b]Everyone in the party smiled and happily agreed, following Agumon over to a seemingly endless pile of cooked fish.[/color][/size][/font]

[font="Book Antiqua"][b]"Oh **** me..." [/b]Addley mumbled to himself as he rolled out of the restaurant with his friends. In the back of the parking lot was a stiff -- shades, black suit and all -- attempting to look inconspicuous. Normally Addley wouldn't have paid the figure any mind, but this wasn't the first time he had seen him. He had seen him a week ago outside of his house, a couple of months ago driving by his school, even a couple of years ago reading a newspaper in the park. This figure had been keeping tabs on him, and Addley had more than a sneaking suspicion that it was because of his ability. A friend of his, Mark, tapped him on the shoulder. [b]"You alright? Did you stub your toe like a little *****?" [/b][i]Typical Mark, [/i]Addley thought with a smirk. He punched his friend in the arm and laughed. [b]"Says the guy who was crying a couple weeks ago because he got a splinter," [/b]he responded with a condescending head shake. His other two friends, Jon and Steve, attempted to cover their mouths as they laughed at Mark. Mark growled at the two of them and shoved them both away. [b]"Anyways, I'm fine," [/b]Addley continued,[b] "Just t[/b][b]hought I saw a girl from one of my classes. She's gorgeous, and much better company than any of you. But it was a false alarm... So I've got no reason to be here. Night guys!" [/b]He yelled cheerfully as he turned away from his friends and walked towards his car. His friends yelled their farewells, along with some obscenities, at him, but he didn't pay any attention. He jumped in his car as quickly as possible and took a deep breath. [b]"What do I do---" [/b]Addley clamped his mouth shut mid-sentence. [i]What if the car's bugged, [/i]he thought nervously, before quickly attempting to cover his mistake. [b]"...Now? Maybe I should go for a drive for a while." [/b][i]Eh, I could have done worse, [/i]he thought with a shrug. He pulled out and drove off as quickly as he could away from the shopping center he was in. Glancing over his shoulder he could see, although a distance away, the suit's car tailing him. Addley gripped the steering wheel as his mind raced. [i]I could just leave the car now... The death toll would be tragic, but it would definitely slow him down... But I also don't want to go to hell, so that's a no go. At least, not around all of these people. [/i]He made an abrupt lane change, causing the driver he cut off to honk angrily. [i]Well trying to action hero my way out of this situation won't work, [/i]he thought with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. He checked his mirror again. [i]Still one car. Good. [/i]He tapped on the wheel furtively. [i]Of course there's only one car. His friends are probably waiting in places they'd expect me to teleport too... [/i]Suddenly, an idea struck him. [i]That's fine! Then I'll know where to find them! [/i]With a plan quickly pieced together, Addley exited off the highway and sped towards his destination. His eyes shifted quickly between the speedometer--[i]75, 80, 85, 90-- [/i]and the agent, who had abandoned subtlety to catch up with him. As Addley raced down the one way road and caught site of a familiar body of water coming up swiftly and swore to himself. It was time. [i]****, here goes nothing.[/i][i] [/i]Addley slammed his foot down on the break as hard as he could, feeling the air rush out of him as his seat belt constricted against his chest. He looked up into his rearview mirror with enough time to catch a glance at his pursuer futilely attempting to slam on his brake as well. Before the cars could collide Addley shut his eyes tightly and held his breath. When he opened his eyes, he was standing in the kitchen of his parent's house. His elbow caught the counter as his body deflated, and he exhaled quickly. [i]Let's never do that again. Okay? Okay. [/i]From the main room a stranger's voice reached his ears. [b]"Yes Mr. and Mrs. Raines it is a very exclusive program, and we would love to have your son come down and join us..." [/b]Addley grinned. [i]Maybe I will go and join you. [/i]He ran into his room, grabbed his baseball bat, warped back out into the living room and, in front of his surprised parents and their astonished guest, he struck the man exactly against the left side of his face, smashing his ear in. The suit limply fell out of the chair and lay on the ground motionless. Addley sighed and addressed his parents. [b]"Ey mom and dad. I know what this looks like, but I swear I have a good reason." [/b]His parents looked at each other and then down at the body, before finally his dad spoke. [b]"So I shouldn't have offered Mr. Black here a drink?" [/b]He said nonchalantly. Addley grinned and tossed his dad the bat. [b]"Be right back. Watch him for me, please." [/b]Addley warped down into their basement and grabbed some rope and then warped back into the living room. He put the man back in the chair he had fallen from and swiftly began tying him up. Thankfully, Addley could still feel the man breathing, although in a shallow manner. [i]Hopefully he won't have brain damage, [/i]Addley thought as he felt the body begin to move, [i]that way he can answer my questions. [/i] As 'Mr. Black' began regaining consciousness, Addley looked at his parents, then glanced at the second floor, then repeated the act a couple of times before they begrudgingly went upstairs. A groan from the body drew Addley's attention, so he grabbed the leg of a chair that he had broen about a week ago and gripped it in his hand. [b]"What... the... ****..." [/b]The man groaned as he spit out a thick lump of blood. He surveyed his surroundings before finally resting his gaze on Addley. [b] "Who...who the **** are you?" [/b]He stammered.[b] [/b]Addley simply stared at the man and tapped the wooden leg against his own leg. 'Mr. Black' stared back and forth between Addley and the stick until finally his memory was jogged. Addley smiled at the look of comprehension dawned on the would be kidnapper's face. [b]"Well that took you long enough," [/b]he said as he sat down on the table in front of Mr. Black[b]. "So now that you're awake, would you care to tell me why you're here, Mr. Black?" [/b]'Mr. Black' snarled and spat at the ground again. [b]"Can't believe one of these freaks ******* nailed me... I'm gonna be getting **** for this for weeks." [/b]Addley clenched his jaw and pressed his weapon underneath Mr. Black's jaw, raising his face to eye level. [b]"You wanna run that by me again?" [/b]He growled angrily. Mr. Black snapped his head away from the stick and leaned back in his chair. [b]"Oh, I'm sorry, what I said was, **** off, freak. I know you were tough **** when you were a kid, but I seen you recently. You've gone soft. You're too ******* nice--" [/b]Addley's weapon crashed into his face again, this time dislodging some teeth. Addley hated being belittled, and he hated being ignored. Aside from that blow, he could do little but grind his teeth together as he attempted to calm down. Mr. Black laughed and shook his head mockingly. [b]"I forgot the file said you were a bit sensitive," [/b]Addley clenched his fist, [b]"but it still doesn't matter. Hit me as many times as you'd like. I'm just the bait." [/b]A loud scream erupted from the upstairs, followed by a series of thuds and bangs. [i]****...[/i] Addley thought to himself, quickly sobering from his rage. He faced Mr. Black again and leveled his stick against his face. [b]"Let them go now, or you lose your head," [/b]he stated sternly. Mr. Black erupted into laughter again, before coughing violently and vomiting up more blood. [b]"You think my company gives a **** about me," [/b]he mustered through a mouthful of red, [b]"or your parents? Do you really think negotiating will count for anything?" [/b]Addley sighed and removed his stick from the man's face. [b]"Plan B, then," [/b]Addley muttered with a smirk. He closed his eyes and concentrated. [i]Assuming those thuds from earlier were my parents being forced onto the ground, then the shuffling around couldn't have been from more than two people. They'll have their backs turned to the door, because they'll expect me to teleport in, so...[/i] Addley took a deep breath, then warped into the hallway, quickly kicking the door of the room where the commotion had come from open. He quickly teleported again and, as soon as he felt the process finish, he swung the wooden leg as forcefully as he could. Luckily the agents had fallen for his trick and were facing the hallway, so his attack connected with the agent to his right and knocked him into the other one, who dropped his gun from the force. Addley raised up his weapon to strike again when he felt a painful ***** on his neck. [b]"What in God's name?" [/b]Addley dropped the wooden leg abruptly and crumpled to his knees. He reached meekly for his neck and felt something protruding from it. [i]****... a sedative... and my blood's... pumping... [/i]He attemted to lift his arms, but they swayed like dead weight at his sides. [i]****. [/i]The room began spinning as his vision blurred, and finally he collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.[/font]

[font="Palatino Linotype"][size="2"][b][color="black"]Subject Number:[/color][/b] [color="black"]#011[/color][/size][/font][color="black"][font="Palatino Linotype"][size="2"] [b] Real Name: [/b]Braddock â??Addleyâ? Raines [b] Codename:[/b] Warp [b] Age:[/b][b] [/b]23 [b] Appearance:[/b] [url="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/New%20Earth%20RP/Alexandre.png"][Addley][/url] Addley stands at a height of 6â??2â??â?? and has a relatively average figure. He always wears his long hair in a ponytail, though his bangs sometimes fall over his amber eyes. He's known for wearing plaid shirts with the sleeves rolled up, dark jeans and vans, along with varying watches and sometimes black fedora with a white stripe around the brim. [b] Personality:[/b] Addley has felt somewhat ostracized from society all of his life, at first due to his lack of a family. For many years this perceived isolation shaped Addley into an angry, antisocial, angst-filled delinquent. However, he eventually came to terms with his position in life, partly due to his powers, and made an almost complete personality shift, becoming amiable and jovial. Remnants of his previous personality still exist in certain ways, such as his sarcastic wit and his tendency to become violent and spiteful when his patience is worn thin or he is threatened. [b] Powers/Abilities:[/b][b] [/b][i]Teleportation[/i]- Addley's ability is to bend space time, which he does around himself to create wormholes that transport him from one place to another instantaneously. He currently does not know if his ability has any other applications. [b] Writing Snippet:[/b] [b]â??Just **** off! Youâ??re not my real ******* parents!â?[/b] Screamed an angry, surprisingly foul-mouthed twelve year old as he stormed out of his adopted parentsâ?? house. He pulled the cigarettes and lighter he had stolen earlier out of his pocket and lit up a smoke before trudging down the windy block away from his house. He took a deep drag, causing him to cough violently. He had only recently started smoking, and had only taken it up to aggravate the family that took care of him. He spat with disgust and stared at the cigarette for a moment before deciding to take another drag. [i]Who gives a ****, right, [/i]he thought as he turned a corner and continued walking. He wandered haphazardly from street to street, desperately attempting to get as far away from anything that looked remotely familiar to him. He hated this city, he hated these streets, he hated those people who had tried to take him in, all on principle. This wasn't his city. These weren't his streets. And they were [b]not [/b][/size][/font][/color][color="black"][font="Palatino Linotype"][size="2"] his family. [b]"******* **** fuckers..." [/b]He mumbled to himself. Honestly he hadn't quite figured out the whole swearing thing quite yet--[i]just like the smoking thing, [/i]he thought with a grimace--but that didn't stop him from firing off a swear word every time a chance presented itself. He rattled the word asshat around in his mouth while thinking about his adopted father when suddenly a car screeched to a halt next to him. He rolled his eyes and took another smoke, assuming it was his adopted family, come to bring him back [i]again[/i][/size][/font][/color][color="black"][font="Palatino Linotype"][size="2"]. He exhaled slowly and then spat to his right in an act of defiance. [b]"There isn't a goddamned thing you could say to get me to go to that house--" [/b][i] [/i][/size][/font][/color][color="black"][font="Palatino Linotype"][size="2"]Suddenly the world went black, and Addley heard one thing before passing out. [b]"You're going to wish you were going home, little punk."[/b] An indiscriminate amount of time later, Addley awoke to find that he was strapped to an operating table. Panicking, he attempted to struggle his way out of his bonds, but the straps were too strong for him. He was in some sort of dimly lit warehouse. A voice from the shadows caused him to spasm, rattling the table violently. [b]"Ah, good. You're awake. You wouldn't do me any good dead, you little ****," [/b]the voice said with a mixture of amusement and spite, which caused Addley's temper to flare. [b]"At least I've got some use, you piece of **** asshole! You better ******* let me go or else--" "Or else what, little punk?" [/b]The man interrupted happily, [b]"Or else your 'parents' will come for you? Why that's exactly what we want. One big family reunion. For a price." [/b][/size][/font][/color][color="black"][font="Palatino Linotype"][size="2"]Addley swore at himself. Of course they wanted him to get something from those people. He stopped fighting and scoffed at the kidnapper. [b]"You're not gonna get **** for me!" [/b][/size][/font][/color][color="black"][font="Palatino Linotype"][size="2"]He yelled, attempting to sound as self-assured as he could. The kidnapper rolled his eyes and reached into his jacket, pulling out a handgun. He strolled over to Addley and placed the gun against Addley's head, who froze the moment he felt the cold steel. [b]"Well if you're not worth anything maybe I should kill you now?" [/b][/size][/font][/color][color="black"][font="Palatino Linotype"][size="2"]He stated with a smile. Addley didn't respond, fear paralyzing him entirely. The kidnapped smirked and pulled out a phone, and dialed in a number. [b]"Yes, hello, is this Mrs. Maribel Raines? No mam, you don't know me. Who I am is far less important than what I want, which is what you should be asking me if you want to see your adopted son again." [/b][/size][/font][/color][color="black"][font="Palatino Linotype"][size="2"]Addley heard a scream from the other end of the phone, causing him to clench his jaw. Everything he did and that damned woman still worried about him. For the first time in a while, he felt a stab of guilt in his heart. He was going to cost that family more money, even after they poured god know's how much into feeding him and recovering him every time he ran away. [b]"That's right mam. I'm glad you're so willing to offer up any amount. And while I appreciate your zeal, I need you to know that I'm a serious figure as well." [/b]He smiled down at Addley and moved the gun from his forehead to against his left knee. Addley understood immediately and began fighting against his bonds with renewed fervor. He might not like the Raines still, but he owed them an apology for this shitty situation. Suddenly he could feel something inside of him, and he could feel it filling his whole body. His struggling became more erratic, and soon the whole table he was on was shaking as if there was an earthquake. The kidnapper didn't care though, and smiled as he placed his finger on the trigger. [b]"Your son's shattered knee cap ought to prove my point," [/b]he mused. Addley barely heard him through the tremors passing through his body. Although his whole body felt as if electricity was coursing through it, he didn't feel any pain. Despite the stale cold of the warehouse, he felt as if a cool breeze was hitting his face, exactly likee he had experienced by a lake his adopted family had tried taking him once. He closed his eyes and submerged himself in the feeling, just as the kidnapper squeezed the trigger. But instead of the burst of a bullet, all Addley heard was the chirping of a nearby bird. He opened his eyes tentatively, only to find himself standing on the edge of a lake. He exhaled sharply and fell over in shock. [b]"What... what just happened?"[/b] [b]Other Skills:[/b] Addley is a clever strategist. Having survived on his own for many years, he learned to supplement the use of his ability with deception, schemes and ruses (both planned and on a whim) to obtain money, food and shelter.[/size][/font][/color]

[font="Times New Roman"][size="2"]An ambush had been the last thing Ormaz'd was prepared for. Of course Selene's assassin's were known for being terribly [i]quiet[/i], but to have silently infiltrated Crystal City, the last safe haven for those who fight against Selene... It filled Ormaz'd's heart with sadness. The ship was probably in danger, which was why he had turned into his electrical form to hightail it back to the Oceanus after he had dealt with his assailants, but that wasn't the worst of it. They had brought this trouble, this danger, this [i]silence[/i] to Crystal City. Surely Selene would have found it sooner or later, but if the Oceanus, the lone ship which had caused Selene more trouble than even she could have ever dreamt, had not landed here, the people here would have been safe at least a few days longer. Here was a city full of people he had once again failed to save...[/size] [size="2"] A screech from nearby touched his empathetic subconscious and he immediately reformed to discover the source. Directly below the power line he had spawned from assassin's of Selene were attack a young rebel, who was bravely attempting to fight them off with a dying boombox. Ormaz'd's willpower sparked, as if charged from her courage.[/size] [size="2"] [b]"Allow me to repay the favor."[/b] Ormaz'd transformed back into electricity and dived into her boombox, bathing the alleyway in sound before reforming to join the fight. [/size] [/font][center][font="Times New Roman"][size="2"][media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acIU7yxzJ70[/media][/size][/font][/center] [font="Times New Roman"][size="2"]He flicked both of his wrists and instantaneously two futuristic gauntlets appeared on both hands, with speakers at the tip of every finger and a larger speaker in the palm of both hands.[/size][/font] [i][font="Garamond"][size="4"]I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted Surrender to nothing, or give up what I [/size][/font][/i] [font="Times New Roman"][size="2"]Though the first wave of soldiers had been downed, more were pouring in response to the commotion. Ormaz'd placed his hands in front of him, palms facing the crowd of coming soldiers and unleashed a concentrated sonic blast.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="4"][i]Started and stopped it, from end to beginning[/i] [i]A new day is coming, and I am finally free[/i][/size][/font] [font="Times New Roman"][size="2"]A soldier leaped down atop Ormaz'd from above and knocked him to the ground. He reeled his arm back, revealing a hidden blade under his hand, smiled, and prepared his finishing blow.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="4"][i]Run away, run away, I'll attack[/i] [i]Run away, run away, go chase yourself[/i] [i]Run away, run away, now I'll attack[/i] [i]I'll attack, I'll aa-WHOOOAAAAAAAAA[/i][/size][/font] [font="Times New Roman"][size="2"]Before the attack could land the girl Ormaz'd protected spun around and cranked up the volume on her boombox and pumped the assassin full of music.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="4"][i]I would have kept you, forever, but we had to sever[/i] [i]It ended for both of us, faster than a[/i] [i]Kill off this thinking, it's starting to sink in[/i] [i]I'm losing control now, and without you I can finally [/i][/size][/font][i][font="Garamond"][size="4"]see[/size][/font] [/i] [font="Times New Roman"]She ran over to Ormaz'd and extended him a hand, and for one endless second they stared at each other as their attackers swarmed.[/font] [font="Garamond"][size="4"][i]Run away, run away, I'll attack[/i] [i]Run away, run away, go chase yourself[/i] [i]Run away, run away, now I'll attack[/i] [i]I'll attack, I'll aa-WHOOOAAAAAAAAA[/i][/size][/font] [font="Times New Roman"][size="2"]They locked hands and she pulled him up, just in time for him to fire another sonic blast behind her, knocking out a couple soldiers. The two stood back to back and smiled, allowing the music to wash over them, before going back on the attack.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="4"][i]Your promises, they look like lies[/i] [i]Your honesty, like a back that hides a knife (knife)[/i] [i]I promise you (promise you)[/i] [i]I promise you (promise you)[/i] [i]And I am finally free[/i] [i]Run away, run away, I'll attack[/i] [i]Run away, run away, go chase yourself[/i] [i]Run away, run away, now I'll attack[/i] [i]I'll attack, I'll attack, I will attack[/i] [i]Run away, I'll attack, I will attack[/i] [i]Run away, I'll attack, I will attack[/i] [i]Run away (Run away), I'll attack (I'll attack)[/i] [i]I'll aa-WHOOOAAAAAAAAA[/i] [i]Your promises[/i] [i](promises, promises)[/i] [i]I promise you[/i] [i](promise you)[/i] [i]I promise you[/i] [i](promise you, promise you)[/i][/size][/font] [font="Times New Roman"][size="2"]The two finished their attack, thoroughly exhausted but alive nonetheless. Ormaz'd locked eyes with the girl again and stretched out his hand to her.[/size][/font] [b][font="Times New Roman"]"Come with me."[/font] [/b][font="Times New Roman"][size="2"]Wordlessly they clasped hands and raced down the streets back towards the Oceanus. Their path was empty, which was both relieving and unnerving. Had the crew been able to prepare themselves despite the surprise attack? Had everyone in the city made it back to the ship yet? What if they had and he was keeping the crew from escaping? Ormaz'd gazed back at the girl again and decided to hazard a chance with her.[/size][/font] [font="Times New Roman"][size="2"] [b]"Brace yourself!"[/b] She tightened her grip and the two instantly became electricity. Ormaz'd directed them towards a nearby line, which he could feel would lead directly to the ship. Although they had no physical forms, and at the speed they were going he wouldn't have heard the girl anyways, he knew she was screaming from a mixture of fear and awe. He also knew her name was Ariata. Whenever Ormaz'd transformed someone into lightning their minds were linked for the duration of the experience. Her excitement was surprising for him, as he had grown so used to the process that it was second nature. He was the one attempting to brace himself now, because she was about to get much more excited. Coasting along power lines was the easy part. The real rush... [i]Pszzzzt![/i][/size][/font] [font="Times New Roman"][size="2"] Was the arc they had to perform to travel from the conduit to the ship. When Ormaz'd and his new partner materialized in the ship, her screams burst through the hallways, startling both Eos and Bomber. Ormaz'd allowed the girl to finish screaming and then placed his arm around her to comfort her and help calm her down. He addressed the bewildered crew.[/size][/font] [font="Times New Roman"][size="2"] [b]"I'm glad everyone is safe. I brought home a new crew member, Ariata. Where is everyone else?"[/b][/size][/font]

[font="Garamond"][size="3"]So I really like the Virus-Type digimon running amok and altering the type of other digimon angle, so I wanted to propose two digimon for possible future enemies, as well as a possible explanation for why the virus type are going crazy. The digimon are [url="http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Mephistomon"]Mephistomon[/url], as our "main enemy", whose underlings we'll fight against, and [url="http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Daemon"]Daemon[/url] as our hidden enemy. Mephistomon could have stumbled across where Daemon was exiled from the digital world, and through some process allowed Daemon's wrath and anger out into the digital world, which initially only affects other virus types. However, as they get more belligerent and begin wounding other digimon's digicore, they spread their "Wrath Virus", or something of the like, which infects other digimon. The digidestined could be required to use their digivices to purge the virus from digimon, or maybe find some sort of transmitter within the digital world that they could link their digivices to to expunge the virus. What does everyone think of that? I'm just trying to throw an idea out there to get the creative process going. :][/size][/font]

[font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"Gaomon now!"[/b] Edward yelled. Before the BlackGrowlmon could attack Kincaid and Coronamon Gaomon jumped at the monster's head.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"Rolling upper!"[/b] He yelled as his spinning fist connected with BlackGrowlmon's jaw and knocked him off of his path,causing him to crash into a tree. Kincaid took the opportunity to help his partner to his feet and the two ran over and joined the other digidestined. [/size][/font][font="Garamond"][size="3"][b] [/b][/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"What do we do now, guys?"[/b] Riley asked tentatively. BlackGrowlmon had recovered from his tumble and was angrier the ever now. He tilted his head back and unleashed a plume of fire into the sky before rushing the group again. Edward looked down at Gaomon, anxious. BlackGrowlmon was definitely much more powerful than their partners at this stage. But there was still only one of him. They had beaten the Goblimon by working together, so maybe...[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"A group attack!"[/b] he yelled abruptly, [b]"If two of you can slow him down, maybe another two of you can knock him over!"[/b] The digimon looked at each other and nodded.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"We can do that, Boss!"[/b] Gaomon agreed.[i] [/i]The four digimon ran towards the charging BlackGrowlmon. As the digimon came closer, Coronamon and Lunamon slowed down and prepared their attacks.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"] [b]"Tear Shot!" "Corona Flame!"[/b] The two digimon cried at the same time, flinging their attacks forward and hitting BlackGrowlmon squarely in the chest. The digimon stopped in his tracks and staggered backwards, giving Falcomon and Gaomon an opening.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"Falco Rush!" "Gao Rush!"[/b] The two partners yelled, doubling their speed as they rocketed towards BlackGrowlmon. All of the digidestined yelled and cheered for their partners. It looked the plan was going to work.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"Get him Falcomon!"[/b] Wyatt yelled from Edward's left. Their partners were right in front of BlackGrowlmon now, and they lunged at him to attack. Before their attacks could connect, however, BlackGrowlmon had recovered, and he quickly swung his paw, slamming the incoming digimon into the ground. Wyatt and Edward shared a horrified glance and sprinted towards their digimon. But even as they rushed forward, the BlackGrowlmon lifted his foot to stomp their partners...[/size][/font]

[font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"Wanyamon!"[/b] Edward cried out as his new partner fearlessly, but fruitlessly, nibbled on the right foreleg of the Mammothmon that charged out of the woods. Although docile only a moment before, the Mammothmon began thrashing about in the clearing, putting Edward's new digimon friends in danger. The powerful steps of the creature shook the ground and echoed through the forest, and it was obvious to Edward and the others that their digimon weren't strong enough to face Mammothmon... At least not alone, Edward though suddenly. He ran over to some nearby brush and picked up the biggest rock he could find, and then began yelling at Mammothmon.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"Hey you big furry monster! Leave my friends alone!"[/b] Much to Edward's surprise, Mammothmon abruptly stopped stomping on the ground and looked directly at him, as if it were about to open its mouth and begin speaking as well. Before any such thing could happen, Edward tossed his rock directly at its eye...symbol, which caused Mammothmon to become disoriented, allowing the digimon a moment of reprieve. Seizing the opportunity, Edward bolted towards the battle scene and snatched up the fatigued Wanyamon, rolling away before Mammothmon's foot flattened him. However, as soon as Edward stabilized himself Wanyamon attempted to jump away from him.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"] [b]"I gotta go Eddie!"[/b] Wanyamon plead desperately. [b]"I have to protect you!"[/b][/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"I'm not the one who needs protecting now Wanyamon! You and the other digimon don't stand a chance against Mammothmon, and I don't want to see you get hurt anymore"[/b], Edward said, although it was difficult to get out the sentence with Wanyamon struggling even harder to remove himself from Edward's grasp.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"] [b]"You don't understand Eddie! Mammothmon may be strong, but we can't just run away! He'll try and find you again and hurt you!"[/b] The little digimon wailed as it vibrated furiously against Edward's chest. Edward was surprised by how much strength Wanyamon actually had left, as well as how hard it was to convince his partner to calm down.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"] [b]"That might be true, but we can't just rush in Wanyamon! Didn't Pinamon say something about Mammothmons usually keeping to themselves? Maybe we should figure out why this Mammothmon is so angry!"[/b] At the very moment, Edward watched a small ball of flame rocket by over his head. He dived down onto his knees to protect Wanyamon from the flames.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"Pinamon didn't mention anything about Mammothmon breathing fire!"[/b] Edward yelled in surprise. Wanyamon, who had stopped struggling for the moment, let out a just as surprised howl.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"They don't!"[/b] Edward and Wanyamon looked each other with confusion and sprang up to find the source of the mystery. Despite already having been almost trampled by a Mammothmon, he was surprised by the sight in front of him.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"Are those goblins?!"[/b] A couple of green skinned, club waving, wildly grinned creatures trotted out of the forest, holding fireballs in their hands. Wanyamon sprung up and down in surprise.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][img]http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090704054208/digimon/images/5/5c/Goblimon_b.jpg[/img] [/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"Those are Goblinmon!! They're naturally mischievous digimon who enjoy harrassing others. Their fiery Gobli bombs are explosive, but it's their clubs you really need to watch out for! One Gobli Strike to the head and you're done for!"[/b] Wanyamon informed Edward. Edward took a moment to stare in both awe and amusement at Wanyamon.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"You digimon are quite the encyclopedias, aren't you?"[/b] Edward mused. Wanyamon glanced up at Edward, smiling and nodding in agreement before another Gobli Bomb flew by, this time obviously aimed for them. Luckily it wasn't well aimed, so it simply soared over the heads of the two partners. But that was enough for them. Edward quickly picked up a nearby stick and readied for an attack.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"This is what we have to do, Wanyamon. We have to stop them from hurting Mammothmon anymore! Than we can help him and our friends! Ready?"[/b] Edward spoke with a fierce determination. [/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"You betcha Eddie! They're gonna get it now!"[/b] Although it was clearly Wanyamon who answered, his voice sounded distorted. Edward looked down to his partner and was amazed to find him engulfed in a brilliant light. And oddly enough, the same light was emanating from his pocket. He reached into it and pulled out the glowing device, just as Wanyamon spoke again.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"Wanyamon, digivolve into..."[/b] The bright light filled the area, blinding Edward and the Goblinmon.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][img]http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090130052205/digimon/images/1/15/Gaomon_b.jpg[/img] [/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"Gaomon!"[/b] Standing where Wanymon had been only a second ago was a new creature, a dog wearing boxing gloves and standing on his hind legs. He looked up at Edward with the same ferocity Edward had felt a second ago and smiled.[/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="3"][b]"Let's go get em, boss!"[/b][/size][/font] [font="Garamond"][size="2"]OOC: I really hope this alright with everyone. If anyone isn't happy please message me right away and I'll fix my post. :D[/size][/font]

[size="3"][font="Garamond"]Something fuzzy hit Edward over the head, stirring him from his sleep. He grunted lightly and tried to shoo it away, but a second later it struck him again. He sighed heavily and sat up without opening his eyes. He took a second to ruffle his hair before speaking. [b]"Fine Kenny, I'[/b][/font][font="Garamond"][b]ll get up! But my alarm clock hasn't gone off yet, so I'm sure nothing interesting is happening outside".[/b] Edward yawned loudly and stretched his arms out to the fullest before opening his eyes. For a second, he simply stared out into the depth of the oddly coloured and foreign forest sprawled in front of him. Thinking he might still be [/font][font="Garamond"]dreaming, or that maybe his brother was just holding a very realistic picture in front of his face, he simply laid back onto what was supposed to be his bedâ?¦But was actually a rocky patch of earth.[/font] [/size][font="Garamond"][size="3"][size="3"] â??[b]What the?[/b]â? Edward sat upright abruptly and opened his eyes again. But instead of a sea of trees, his vision was filled with huge eyes and blue fur. A toothy smile appeared below the pair of eyes, and a happy voice sprang forth. â??[b]Eddie!![/b]â? Edward froze for a second, before bursting out into a fit of laughterâ??as silly as it sounded, he had a nervous habit of laughing at things that stunned him or that he couldnâ??t quite understand. The little ball of fur sat still on Edwardâ??s lap, making a face Edward was forced to believe was a pout. â??[b]Why are you laughing at me Eddie?[/b]â? Edward quickly held up his hands and waved them back and forth at the creature. â??[b]No, no, I'm not laughing at you little guy. You're adorable! I'm just a little surprised by the situation. I didn't expect you to know my name,[/b]â? Edward reasoned quickly. A smile spread across the fur ballâ??s face again, and it started bouncing joyfully on Edward. â??[b]Of course I know your name, Eddie! Ask my anything you wanna know[/b]â?, the little guy yelped happily. Edward laughed again and scratched his little friendâ??s head. â??[b]Well, I've been pretty rude so far. You know my name, so what's your name friend[/b]?â? The little blue guy seemed to like that question, because he jumped off of Edward's lap-- [i]how is he doing that without feet?[/i]â??and hopped around in circles repeating the word â??friendâ?, before jumping back onto Edwardâ??s legs and responding. â??[b]I'm your friend, Wanyamon! I'm your digimon partner and I'm here to help you, Eddie![/b]â? Edward was startled by that response. Why did he need a partner? What exactly did he need help with? He decided to respond with what he thought was a simpler question for the moment. â??[b]If you wouldn't mind telling me, what exactly is a digimon[/b]?â? Wanyamon stopped bouncing abruptly and stared at Edward with a puzzled expression. Apparently it wasn't a simpler question. â??[b]Well I'm a digimon, of course, which is short for a digital monster! And there's a whole bunch of us![/b]â? Edward nodded along, even though his mind was having a hard time wrapping itself around his bouncy little pal being made of data. But if he was made of data, thenâ?¦ â??[b]Wanyamon... Is this whole place digital?[/b]â? Wanyamon nodded his head furiously. â??[b]Yup yup! This is the Digital World. Everything in this world is digital. Except for you and your friends.[/b]â? A jolt passed through Edward. â??[b]You mean there are other kids here? Could you lead me to them, Wanyamon?[/b]â? Wanyamon beamed and bounced again. â??[b]Of course, of course! I'll lead the way![/b]â? Edward chuckled and rose to his feet. He walked over to his new partner and picked him up so that he was perched in Edwardâ??s arms. â??[b]Let's go buddy.[/b]â? Wanyamon shook happily back and forth against Edward as they strolled through the forest. Despite the odd situation Edward found himself in, he was excited. He wasnâ??t sure what the exact reason was for his presence in this â??Digital Worldâ??, or what was in store for him. But Wanyamon seemed confident that they could do it together, and Edward wasnâ??t about to let his new pal down. And if others from the camp were here, than at least he would beâ?¦ withâ?¦ friendsâ?¦ Edward stopped cold in his tracks as a thought dawned on him. [i]The camp.[/i] Kenny had been with him at the camp. Had Kenny made it to the digital world also? Did he have a partner? Was he safe? How could he have forgotten his brother? Kenny was a smart boy, more resourceful and adjusted then Edward had been at his age, but nonetheless Kenny was Edwardâ??s little brother and if he was there, he needed to get to him first. â??[b]Wanyamon, do you know if my brother Kenny is here?[/b]â? â??[b]Well as far as we know, you're the last one Edward[/b],â? a familiar voice spoke to Edward. Edward looked up, befuddled, and found three other people standing in this new clearing, all with their own digimon partnersâ??and not one of them looked like his brother. Edward let out a sigh of relief. Kenny was safe. He approached the group of people and smiled as he recognized their faces. He had spent time with the boys Wyatt and Kincaid before, and though he had only had a couple of conversations with the girl, Riley, he had taken an instant liking to her. He quickly introduced himself and Wanyamon to the other kids and their partners. He placed Wanyamon on the ground so he could be close to the other digimon and then addressed the group again. â??[b]So what do we do now?[/b]â?[/size] [/size][/font]

[font="Garamond"][size="5"][u]Sign-Up Sheet[/u][/size] [size="3"][b]Digidestined [/b] [b] [/b][/size][size="3"][b]Name:[/b] Edward Aloecer [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Appearance:[/b] Edward stands at 6'0'' and has a slightly thinner than average frame. His skin is a fair brown, and he has sharp, fox-like features. His shaggy black hair that falls over his auburn eyes and black, rectangular shaped glasses. When he was taken to the digital world he was wearing a blue tank top with a white crudely drawn smiley face on it, a mostly buttoned up blue, black and white plaid shirt over that with the sleeves rolled up, black jean shorts with faded fronts and black vans. [b]Background:[/b] As a boy, Edward was bullied a great deal for having glasses and being shy, and generally was too afraid to interact with other children. Because of this, at an early age he decided that he would finish to the utmost of his abilities each and every task placed in front of him, starting with goals his parents and school would set for him, like chores and homework, so that he was always a well-behaved and intelligent young man. Eventually his determination won over many of his classmates, and he was accepted by his peers. [/size][size="3"]However, they would often dare him to do nonsensical or dangerous things, knowing he would attempt whatever they said. However, after breaking his leg on a dare, Edward realized that single-minded determination was dangerous, and that he should only put his resolve into things he believes in or cares for. After this, Edward grew into a cheerful, amiable and caring guy, but was known for his fiery resolve, which could not be quelled. [/size][size="3"]He went to summer camp to spend a summer with his younger brother,but to the best of his knowledge his brother did not become a digidestined like himself. [b]Supplies:[/b] Edward wasn't carrying very much in his backpack when he was whisked away to the Digital World, only his handheld gaming system, his cell phone,deodorant, his notebook and some pens. [b]Crest: [/b]Crest of Resolution [b]Digimon[/b] [/size][size="3"][i]Training:[/i][/size] [size="3"][img]http://images.wikia.com/digimon/images/0/0f/Wanyamon_b.jpg[/img] [/size] [size="3"]Wanyamon[/size] [/font][list][*][font="Garamond"][size="3"]Smile Fang- Wanyamon jumps at its enemy and bites with all of its strength, though it's more startling that anything else.[/size][/font][/list][font="Garamond"][size="3"][i][size="3"][i] [size="3"][i][size="3"][i] [/i][/size][/i][/size] [/i][/size][/i][/size][size="3"][i]Rookie:[/i] [img]http://images.wikia.com/digimon/images/1/15/Gaomon_b.jpg[/img] [/size] [size="3"]Gaomon Gaomon is a jovial, friendly digimon and quickly takes a liking to people and digimon alike who are nice to him, immediately declaring that they are his new friends. Unfortunately, even though Gaomon can usually tell a sour grape when he sees one, if an enemy charms him first, Gaomon is easily betrayed and will initially have trouble battling against his former â??friendâ?.[/size] [/font][list][*][font="Garamond"][size="3"]Double Backhand- Spins around very fast in a whirlwind, either creating a vortex or striking an enemy in a tornado of punches.[/size][/font][*][font="Garamond"][size="3"]Rolling Upper- Jumps into the air, spinning and striking his opponent with his fist.[/size][/font][*][font="Garamond"][size="3"]Gao Rush- Rapidly punches an enemy.[/size][/font][/list][font="Garamond"][size="3"][i] [size="3"][i] [/i][/size][/i][/size][size="3"][i]Champion:[/i] [img]http://images.wikia.com/digimon/images/b/b3/Gaogamon_b.jpg[/img] [/size] [size="3"]Gaogamon[/size] [/font][list][*][font="Garamond"][size="3"]Dash Double Claw- Approaches the opponent at an accelerated speed so he seems practically invisible, then fires off an X-shaped wave by slashing its claws.[/size][/font][*][font="Garamond"][size="3"]Gaogo Hound- Bites the opponent repeatedly with its strong teeth until they collapse.[/size][/font][*][font="Garamond"][size="3"]Sprial Blow- Releases a powerful vortex of wind from its mouth in one breath.[/size][/font][/list][font="Garamond"][size="3"][i] [size="3"][i] [/i][/size]Ultimate:[/i] [img]http://images.wikia.com/digimon/images/8/84/MachGaogamon_b.jpg[/img] [/size] [size="3"]MachGaogamon [/size][/font][list][*][font="Garamond"][size="3"]Gaoga Tornado- Circles the opponent with maximum thrust and unleashes an ultra-high speed barrage.[/size][/font][*][font="Garamond"][size="3"]Winning Knuckle- Attacks with a blow of its fist boasting supreme impact strength.[/size][/font][*][font="Garamond"][size="3"]Howling Cannon- Releases ultrasonic waves with a single howl.[/size][/font][/list][font="Garamond"][size="3"][i] [size="3"][i] [/i][/size]Mega:[/i] [img]http://images.wikia.com/digimon/images/0/0b/MirageGaogamon_b.jpg[/img] [/size] [size="3"]MirageGaogamon [/size][/font][list][*][font="Garamond"][size="3"]Double Crescent Mirage- Fires crescent moon-shaped shock-waves from both hands.[/size][/font][*][font="Garamond"][size="3"]Full Moon Blaster- Concentrates its body's energy, then fires it from the mouth on its chest as a â??superdreadnought-classâ? strike.[/size][/font][*][font="Garamond"][size="3"]Gale Claw- Runs through like a hurricane, cutting apart the opponent in an instant.[/size][/font][/list]

[font="Times New Roman"][size="2"][color="#000000"][b]Name:[/b] Ormaz'd[/color] [/size][/font] [font="Times New Roman"][size="2"][color="#000000"][b]Age[/b]:114[/color] [/size][/font] [font="Times New Roman"][size="2"][color="#000000"][b]Homeworld/ Origin[/b]: Ormaz'd was created on Machina, an industrial planet. 100 years before his birth, the people of Machina, the Demiourgos, were miners, agriculturalists and inventors, subjects of forced labor by the denizens of a nearby planet, Divus, who were a humanoid, angelic looking race. The Demiourgos were golemlike in size and appearance, but despite their hulking frames and vast physical strength they did not dare rebel against their leaders. The people of Divus were rumored to have a weapon on their planet with enough strength to cause a star to supernova, or completely atomize a planet. With this fear always in their heart, the Demiourgos provided Divus with virtually all of its needs, from transportation, to food products, even weapons. This changed on the night of Creation, when a star fell from the sky, carrying a man in it.[/color] [color="#000000"]The man resembled a human, and he looked severely wounded. The Demiourgos immediately tended to his wounds and restored the man to health.Though at first unable to communicate, upon returning to a relatively good amount of health, the man went back into his â??starâ? and retrieved a device that translated his foreign language into that ofthe Demiourgos. He thanked his benefactors and, noticing their dismal conditions, retrieved a great many objects from his craft and began performing what could be described as nothing less than miracles. His mere presence by the machines seemed to cause them to work faster and more efficiently, and his daily stroll through their gardens seemed to cause the crops to grow in fuller. The Demiourgos came to love him as one of their own, and they implored him to stay and live with them. [/color] [color="#000000"]Unfortunately, the people of Divus had discovered his existence on the planet, and they sent their police force to apprehend and remove him. Finally having a reason to stand against their oppressors, the Demiourgos defeated the police force and declared war on Divus. The traveler, knowing the power possessed by the opposing planet, gave the Demiourgos some key equipment that would shield their planet from danger while they constructed their own version of the weapon on Divus. The barrier was powerful enough to repel any ships that attempted to land on Machina, as well as any fire from Divus' lesser lasers. Eventually the people of Divus were left with no choice but to use their Weapon, with the hopes that it would simply destroy the barrier on the planet and not the planet, which they still needed for food and production. That same day, the Demiourgos finished their Weapon as well, and the two planets aimed directly for one another.[/color] [color="#000000"]The conflict was catastrophic. The Demiourgos had built a more powerful Weapon, one that ripped through Divus' Weapon and then entirely through its planet. But the jettisoned remains of Divus ricocheted towards Machina and tore into her surface, killing millions. In the chaos the stranger was presumably killed and his craft went missing.Those who survived the event honored his death and contributions by bestowing upon him the position of their god. The residual energy from the laser mingled with the energy of their machines and the souls of those who had been killed and, influenced by the devotion of the people to their new god, created a deity like being in the form of the stranger. They called him Ormaz'd, the Demiurge, and he performed many of the same miracles as the stranger.[/color] [color="#000000"]Machina had taken to much damage, however, and over the years the planet continued to break apart, until eventually it shattered completely. This caused the malfunctioning of their Weapon, which overloaded with energy and exploded, killing everyone on the planet and jettisoning Ormaz'd out into space. Eventually he found his way on to the Oceanus, which he joined out of desperation to help people as redemption for the Demiourgos he could not, as well as to find the stranger, who he believes is still alive but abandoned the planet.[/color] [/size][/font] [font="Times New Roman"][size="2"][color="#000000"][b]Species[/b]/[/color][/size][/font][font="Times New Roman"][size="2"][color="#000000"][b]Appearance[/b]: He is a Demiurge, akin to a deity in existence, created from the collective will of the Demiourgos through supernatural means. His appearance is that of a [url="http://images.ados.fr/bd-manga/photo/hd/9897168989/kateikyoushi-hitman-reborn/spanner-256123136a.jpg"][color="#000000"]young version[/color][/url] of the traveler. His shaggy blonde hair almost completely covers his eyes, which are heterochromaticâ??his left eye is a deep blue, and his right one a translucent gold, although which eye is which color frequently changes.[/color] [/size][/font] [font="Times New Roman"][size="2"][color="#000000"][b]Special Skills / Abilities[/b]: Ormaz'd can metamorphosize his body into electricity. In this state he can possess machinery and other electrical objects, or simply transport quickly from one place to the next. His main power, however, is his ability to create. Whatever he can think of he can create with a wave of his hand. Larger and more detailed objects take longer to materialize though, as his powers have been diminished somewhat by the death of his creators.[/color] [/size][/font] [font="Times New Roman"][size="2"][color="#000000"][b]Theme Song[/b]:[/color] [color="#000000"][center]Portugal. The Man- Created[/center][center][media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eiWnvUdMmNg[/media] [/center][center]I don't know why we're created. But I know that, I know we all die. Know we all die Go pick up all your tools, build a roof. I'll pick up all mine and build one too. I just do as I do. Yea I do as I please. And that's all... I can do. I don't know why we're created. But I know that I know we all die. Know we all die Listen to the cars just passing through. Helpin' all those friends that helped you too. You just you do as you do. Yea do as you please. And that's all you can do. That's all you can do. I don't know why we're created. But I know that I know we all die. Open up your arms and hold on to Every thing you own that owns you too. And just let it all go. Cause we do as we please. And that's all we can do. It's all we can do... I don't know why we're created. But I know that I know we all die. [/center][center]Know we all die. And that's all we can do. [/center][/color] [/size][/font]

[font="Book Antiqua"]The expo will indeed be in California. Ms. Vixen intends on using all of San Diego for her venue. [quote name='Veronica Vixen'][b][font="Comic Sans MS"][color="#8B0000"][size="5"]A[/size]aaaaaand for those of you who are worried about attending this out of your state event, fear not! Every ticket for the Pop Culture Expo comes with a novelty Save Point, allowing the customer to both save their life progress (think of it as signing a waiver of sorts for your health) as well as to teleport directly to the center of the entire event! A little reminder about Save Points for you forgetful teenagers out there: our Save Points guarantee that before you can lose that valuable last hit point you'll be whisked away to...hmm...[i]recover[/i] wherever you stayed and party again another day! But this is indeed a precarious road to take, so do your best not to cause too much mischief my loves![/color][/font][/b][/quote] And I'm really digging those fonts, Lilt! Can't wait to see em in action! Any more questions from anyone, fire away![/font]

[font="Book Antiqua"]I can't wait to see everything Lilt. As for romantic interests, that's entirely up to you. My character is going to have a romantic interest that will be an important part of his storyline, but not everyone has to have one. I will say though, IF everyone does have a love interest I'll think up an event later involving all of them.[/font]

[font="Book Antiqua"]Firstly, I want to thank DeLarge and SusanooNoMiko for taking care of the rp while my computer rebels against me. You both are too great, and I dunno what I'd do without friends to do my job when I'm too incompetent. :D (Just fyi I'm using my sister's at the moment, much to her chagrin. Hopefully mine will be up and running in a few days at most. I might be able to get up my first post tonight *fingers crossed*). And another note for DeLarge-- your first post was great buddy. Perfectly in line with what I was looking for. :D On to business, though-- DeLarge is absolutely right, there are no big plans for anyone yet, not until the Pop Culture Expo. The expo, as written in DeLarge's post, will be roughly a week in universe, which I'm hoping will give time for people to get to maybe their 3rd, 4th or maybe even 5th ex. A quick note on the expo-- it'll be a hotspot for various exes looking to spring traps, maybe some that aren't even yours. Well, to echo DeLarge's sentiments adequately expressing my feelings on the matter, I am extremely eager to read everyone's posts! And Lilt, I'm looking forward to seeing your fonts as well. If anyone has any questions, don't hesitate to ask, yes? Happy Writing![/font]

[font="Book Antiqua"][size="4"]G[/size]reat sign-ups so far, though I'm hoping to see [i]one[/i] sign-up finished soon *hem* [b]mapthesoul.[/b]/[b]White[/b] *hem*. I'm thinking I'll give the sign-ups until Friday and then post the main thread on Saturday. Maybe we'll snag a couple more participants, ey? Also, everyone make sure to take a gander at the backstage thread. There's some serious conversation about sound effects and other going-ons in the rp, and we NEED everyone's input and stuff. Anyways, be on the lookout for that my friends. :D[/font]

[quote name='DeLarge' date='19 August 2010 - 01:10 PM' timestamp='1282248630' post='699620'] [IMG]http://a.imageshack.us/img411/1721/fightwhite.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://a.imageshack.us/img72/5059/kowhite.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://a.imageshack.us/img840/5776/vswhite.jpg[/IMG] [/quote] [font="Book Antiqua"]These are genius, DeLarge. I was actually going to ask you today if you thought we should have similar icons, but you've beaten me to the punch! I think these will be absolutely perfect for the RP-- not that I'm prohibiting anyone from taking their own crack at making icons. Anyone can contribute, and we can all vote on the ones to use if it comes to that. And [b]DeLarge[/b], I'd be interested in seeing the icons as red letters against a white background as well, if you wouldn't mind. As for using icons for every sound effect, I agree that the posts will become cluttered very quickly, but that might just be my personal taste. If everyone else would like icons for regular sound effects that's gravy by me, but I'l probably [don't hold me to this] just stick to making sound effects as such: [size="6"]W[/size][size="5"]HA[/size][size="6"]M[/size] [size="6"]B[/size][size="6"]z[/size][size="5"]z[/size][size="3"]t[/size] [size="5"][i]Snap![/i][/size] Anywho, on a semi-related note, I don't know if it's implied it in the auditions thread, but I want music to be an integral part of posting as well, so feel free to post a song whenever you feel there's ample cause! I, for example, plan on setting music to every battle with my exes at the very least. So come on everyone, tell us your thoughts! We're eager to make this rp as awesomely epic for everyone, and for that we need your input![/font]

[font="Times New Roman"][indent][center][size="4"][b]//NEWS REPORT//[/b][/size] [i][size="2"]"Since the untimely disappearance of Gideon G.Man Graves, the status of GGG Heavy Industries has been up in the air. With GGG Heavy Industries being one of the biggest record companies in the universe, many artists signed to the label have been understandably fearful for their artistic futures. Luckily for them, a new CEO was quickly unveiled: the fierce and foxy Veronica Vixen. Out of seemingly nowhere Ms. Vixen was appointed to fill Gideonâ??s shoes, and she has already began her tenure with a bang. In these short couple of months sheâ??s already signed a staggering amount of bands, including the popular The Clash at Demonhead and the up-and-coming Sex Bob-ombs amongst others. Atop of this, Ms. Vixen has orchestrated what she claims will be a new staple for the company, the â??Pop Culture Expoâ??, which will feature a number of the recently signed artists as well as â??most everything else you could possible imagineâ??. The first expo is due sometime in the very near future, and Ms. Vixen has people working around the clock to ensure this. With all of this exciting news coming to a fore, it looks like the future of GGG Heavy Industries is in more than capable hands."[/size][/i] [b][u]Important Personnel:[/u][/b] [b][url="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/SPatGBM/20070518-eva_mendes_047.jpg"]Veronica Vixen[/url][/b] The new head of GGG Heavy Industries. The first word that comes to mind when looking to describe her is "sexy", and the word itself does her no justice. Between her sultry voice and her cool, collected and mysterious demeanor, its nigh impossible for anyone to resist her charm. Little is actually known about her, however, aside from rumors of her having been involved with Gideon at some point in the past, as well as supposedly having been involved in underground fighting rings. Veronica is known for her appearance mirroring Gideons: a tight fitting red vest and white suit jacket, narrow black slacks and tall white heels. This, coupled with her pulled back ponytail, bright red lips and dark eye make up give her the appearance of a rocker. [b]The Clash at Demonhead[/b] Since having lost Todd Ingram and coming into conflict with Scott in the past, the band has taken a turn for the better. Lead singer "Envy" Adams has gone back to referring to herself as Natalie Adams and become much more pleasant. Recently they hired a new bassist for their band, NegaScott, who has begun a relationship with Natalie. [b]Sex Bob-ombs[/b] With the addition of Young Neil to the line-up the band has gotten substantially better, raising their status from "average" to "just above average". Though not wildly popular they play many venues, and have a moderately sized, somewhat loyal fan base.[/indent][/font][/center] [b]OOC[/b]: [size="3"]W[/size]elcome to the backstage thread, where important information regarding the plot line will be posted, as well as questions and suggestions for the group. Don't be afraid to post/say anything-- I want to hear your thoughts!

[font="Book Antiqua"][indent][b]Song Title and Band:[/b] [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_h5DMHh5_M"]11th Dimension by Julian Casablancas[/url]- Like the song, he's a high energy and bubbly person, but always remains introspective and thoughtful. But lately, Arthur has been feeling pretty [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMAVLXk9QWA"]â??This is Warâ? by 30 Seconds to Mars[/url]. Can you blame him with all of the madness ensuing? [b][u]Main Character[/u][/b] [b]Name:[/b] Robert Arthur Johnson, but goes by Arthur now [b]Age:[/b] 21 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Appearance:[/b] [url="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/SPatGBM/21.png"]Arthur[/url] Arthur stands at 6â??1â??â?? and has an average figure. He usually keeps his hair very short, not that anyone would see it under his signature black newsboy cadet cap. His eyes are dark brown, although these are mostly hidden as well behind his onyx square rimmed glasses. His usual attire consists of: a plaid, button up long sleeve shirt of varying colors with the sleeves rolled up, black jeans or black jean shorts, [url="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/SPatGBM/kevin-smith-jameson-side.jpg"]black â??Clerksâ? etnies[/url], [url="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/SPatGBM/41Idz-5ZunL_SL500_AA300_.jpg"]a rare watch he received from old friends on his right wrist[/url], a black wristband on his left wrist and dj headphones. For special events he wears a black fedora with a white stripe above the brim, a white t-shirt, a black casual blazer, black jeans, and his black etnies, and he ditches the headphones. [b]Personality:[/b] Arthurâ??s a nice guy, but he's often overlooked by others. Heâ??s amiable, easily excitable and gets along swimmingly with basically everyone (especially women). Around his friends heâ??s basically the same, but heâ??s also fairly sarcastic and never hesitates to make smartass remarks to or about his opponents. His claims to fame would probably be his cleverness, intelligence and unusual (and mostly useless) knowledge of mythology and comic books. Unfortunately, heâ??s not all sunshine and puppies; heâ??s a pushover when it comes to basically everyone, he has a tendency to blame himself for all of the bad things that have happened in his life and he has a bit of an anger problem that progressively builds up until he explodes. [b]Location[/b]: Born in the Bronx, New York, he now lives in Oceanside, CA [b]Weapon(s) of Choice:[/b] Yo-yos. Although usually a hand to hand fighter, he recently discovered that heâ??s quite skilled with using yo-yos both in battle and for kicks. His current yo-yos are known as [url="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/SPatGBM/QuickStrikeYoYos.jpg"]Beginnerâ??s Luck[/url]. On the right yo-yo in the bottom right corner is the outline of B and on the left yo-yo a L, both in birth of a hero font [the name of his weapons is always displayed in this fashion, and that's really the only cosmetic change between weapons]. His yo-yos are special in that he can control their paths mid flight, and when theyâ??re extended the rope becomes a chain which he can use to bind and constrict his opponents. [b]Unique Ability:[/b] Arthur can generate an electric current throughout his body which he can channel through his yo-yos as well as release in concussive waves or blasts. [His electricity has a blue glow] [b]Weakness:[/b] Oddly enough, orange juice and blueberries. If given either of these things he can lose focus and his edge very quickly and his angry meter gets reset (although I suppose his quickly filling anger meter is a weakness in and of itself). Heâ??s also always had an uncontrollable attraction to blondes and can often be tricked into doing things for them (this trait holds true now, despite him having a girlfriend). [b]Writing Snippet:[/b] [To come soon!] [b][u]The League of Arthur's Evil Ex-Bestfriends:[/u][/b] Arthur has lost a fair share of friends in his life, through both tragic and humorous circumstances, and now theyâ??re back to wreck havoc on him and his new friends. [b]1. Vivian â??Viviâ? Talbot[/b] A Final Fantasy fanatic who dresses up like Vivi Orunitia every day. Her devotion to the games has given her the ability to use various Black and White Mage abilities. [b]2. Eleanor â??Ellieâ? Woodward[/b] A severely sarcastic and heartless ex-bestfriend and ex-girlfriend. She moved to England after an unfortunate even between her and Arthur so she could sharpen her skills in fencing and dry humor. [b]3.â??Sam & Samâ? Samantha Wedge and Samuel Biggs[/b] They were preppy, popular kids whose lives were â??ruinedâ?? by Arthur.They were forced to get jobs at a fast food joint, and have been bitter ever since. [b]4. Cale Andrew Hawke[/b] Arthurâ??s first real best friend and a disrespectful, angry jackass. He betrayed Arthur at some point, and the two fought a terrible battle that they barely survived with their lives. Cale went off to be a singer of the heavy metal band Power Stoned. [b]5. â??The Floatersâ? Gale F. Brown, Torry F. Jones and Wendy F. Manson[/b] Arthurâ??s friends through Cale. Theyâ??re all tough as nails and filled to the brim with angst. After falling out with Arthur and Cale they got involved in extreme sports and are fairly decent. [b]6. Vincent Ector[/b] A friend Arthur was closer to than any of the others. Heâ??s a linguistic major and a mechanical wiz. Heâ??s cunning, smart and cool, and is almost exactly like Arthur (albeit better and more popular). Heâ??s the only ex-bestfriend to not be â??dumpedâ?? by Arthur. Vincent organized the League of Arthurâ??s Evil Ex-Bestfriends for mysterious reasons.[/font][/indent] [font="Times New Roman"][size="2"][b]OOC:[/b] I'm glad to see you've both signed up, and I'm anxious to see the entirety of yours, White. I believe we have at least another two on their way soon, so everyone look forward to that. Later on today I'll have the backstage thread up, where I'll post relevant plot info and you rpers can make suggestions and such to the group. :][/size][/font]

[font=bookantiqua][center][size="7"]Scott Pilgrim [size="4"]And The Great Big Mess[/size][/size] [color="#FF0000"]Warning: This rp will be based primarily on the movie, with some (few) elements from the comics, so if you want to avoid spoilers, continue on no further. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy![/color] [img]http://www.pixeljoint.com/files/icons/th_punchcombo_3_1.gif[/img] [/center] [indent]Well, I suppose this title is a bit of a misnomer. Iâ??m not Scott Pilgrim, and as far as I know, none of the other people dealing with the Great Big Mess (or GBM as Iâ??ll call it from now on) are Scott Pilgrim. Matter of fact, nobody really knows where Scott Pilgrim [I]is[/I]. Sure, sometimes someone will catch a glimpse of Scott and his girlfriend Ramona rolling through subspace in their dreams, but the two of them are always in a rush somewhere. But this isnâ??t about Scott-- exactly. Eh, let me explain. You may not know about Scott Pilgrim. Truth is, most people donâ??t know him as anything more than the original bassist for â??that band Sex Bobomoms or whateverâ?. Naturally, these people know absolutely nothing about anything, and by anything, I mean the ridiculous amounts of trouble Mr. Pilgrim got himself involved with over the insanely-attractive-yet-terribly-aloof Ramona Flowers. Long story made short: boy likes girl, girl makes out with boy, boy fights girlâ??s league of evil exes, boy and girl roll off into subspace to presumably live confusing-ly ever after. Now I know what youâ??re thinking, â??this is just your typical love affair. Why should we care?â? For starters, Scott defeated (ie. killed) all seven of Ramonaâ??s exes. Pretty standard, yah, but it becomes a lot more relevant when you consider that a handful of the exes happened to be famous. Amazingly, nobody gave a damn or thought to inquire in the least about what happened to the action star Lucas Lee (although in all fairness, his demise was [b]televised[/b]), wicked-rock-star-vegan Todd Ingram, the Katayanagi pop twins, or super bigshot Gideon G.Man Graves. â??Wonderful,â? you must be thinking, â??he kicked famous ass. Your point?â? The point is, not everyone was entirely oblivious to Mr. Pilgrimâ??s â??curious Canadian conflictâ??. Underground indie groups all around the world had been following Gideonâ??s twitter account, and they were more than well informed of his involvement in starting the League of Evil Exes. Inspired by their ultra-hip hero, they began banding together and forming groups of their own. It started off â??innocentlyâ?? enough, but things progressively intensified as hipsters broke protocol and began speaking to non-hipsters. Soon, everybody knew about the League, and what began with the ragtag Leagues of Angry Hipsters evolved into the Leagues of Evil Ex-Everything you can imagine (ex-boyfriends, ex-wives, ex-siblings, even ex-chauffeurs, ex-secretaries and ex-gardeners). More and more of these groups appeared, and in no time at all we were smack dab in the middle of the GBM. Even [i]I[/i] have my own League of Ex Something-or-Others who bother me on a day to day basis. Even worse, all of these leagues not only possess a bevy of unusual weapons and powers, but theyâ??re [b]all[/b] funded by some mysterious shadow figure. Now donâ??t get me wrong, I have no interest in finding the head hancho. Iâ??m just ready for this bullshit to end. And if youâ??re like me and the hundreds of other people suffering from this problem, youâ??re probably thinking the same thing right now-- itâ??s time to stop being a pussy pushover and to start being a beastly badass. Maybe not in so many words, but you get the point. So just what the **** do we do now?[/indent][/font] [size=1][size="3"]W[/size]elcome to world of Scott Pilgrim and the Great Big Mess. Now Iâ??d like to say first and foremost, you donâ??t need to have extensive knowledge of the Scott Pilgrim universe to be a part of this RP. Matter oâ?? fact, you donâ??t really need any extensive knowledge of anything to be a part of this rp, although it would help to have a love of video games, comic, and awesome music. That being said, hereâ??s the situation: You are one of the hundreds around the world plagued by a League of evil, or angry, or maybe just simply irritated exes, and itâ??s time to confront them. Youâ??re not alone though-- the world is littered with magical weapons, 1-up lives, and sarcastic friends to help you through the pain. Who knows, you may even have some mystical ability yourself. The rp itself will be largely run by you-- your situation, most of your encounters and your environment are entirely created, developed and maintained by you. For the most part every story will be self contained, although meeting up with other characters is a.o.k and encouraged. Eventually all of the characters will meet up and an overarching plot will be introduced, but thatâ??s much further down the [if all goes awesomely] road. Anyway, hereâ??s the sign up: [b]Song Title and Band:[/b] Give us a little music to look up and listen to while we read your sign-up so we can get a good feel for the atmosphere of your character and his or her life. [b][u]Main Character[/u][/b] [b]Name:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Appearance:[/b] [b]Personality:[/b] [b]Location:[/b] Where in the world are you? [b]Weapon(s) of Choice:[/b] Whatever your weapon(s) is(are) will level up as time goes on. [b]Unique Ability:[/b] Anything works so long as itâ??s not too broken. Iâ??ll let you know if your ability/abilities is/are too much. [b]Weakness:[/b] Optional for sign up, but keep one in mind nonetheless for the plot. [b]Writing Snippet:[/b] [b][u]Evil Exes[/u][/b] List their names, and anything else you feel like sharing about them (like powers, personality, appearance, profession, biography, favorite food, etc. And if you feel like keeping them a mystery, thatâ??s fine too) [b][u]Extra[/u][/b] [b]Questions:[/b] If thereâ??s anything I left out, or anything I explained terribly, please please let me know. :] [b]Suggestions:[/b] Iâ??m fairly new to the Scott Pilgrim universe, so if you have any ideas for the rp, or you want to help with the direction of the rp, let me know here. I hope I included everything here. If we get a couple of sign-ups, Iâ??ll post a backstage thread. Happy creating![/size]