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[color="#000080"][font="Book Antiqua"]Small spoilers for last episode, but this seemed too good to not post.[/font][/color] [youtube]IPuu9RMsa1Y[/youtube]

[quote name='Solo Tremaine'][COLOR=#503f86]Anyone else notice Kakashi's lost his forehead protector? Symbolic, or irrelevent?[/COLOR][/quote] [COLOR=Navy][FONT=Book Antiqua]Looking back at the last chapter before the bomb it doesn't seem to be on, but you never know. Kishimoto seems to be a sucker for symbolism. Kinda like how he symbolically showed Kakashi and Choza among the survivors in chapter 430 while leaving the confirmed dead(Shizune) literally and figuratively out of the picture. As for future chapters, I feel like Pein is going to be stricken with a serious case of Shonen Main Character syndrome and forced to withdraw, but I'd love to be wrong about that one. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[FONT="Book Antiqua"][COLOR="navy"]Maybe I'm a tad biased, but I still think that there's hope for Kakashi...[/COLOR][/FONT]

[font=Verdana][size=2][color=navy][u]Name[/u]: Aaron Mimir[/color][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2][color=#000080][u]Age[/u]: 17[/color][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=2][color=#000080][u]Personality[/u]: Aaron can be stoic at times, but he is often quite protective of his friends, especially Zhi. He is always ready to give up something of his own if he can help someone else.[/color][/size][/font] [color=#000080][u]Bio[/u]: Aaron has had a best friend since birth. He and Zhi were born on the same day, at the same time. There's an old prophecy that the two who are born of different mothers in the same instant will grow to become closer then brothers. And so it was with Aaron and his new friend. Growing up, they were seldom seen without each other. Such a close relationship between such young children may have been looked at as odd, but many knew of the rest of the prophecy, that the two born of the same instant will become the Preludes of Creation, one from the Light of Harmony, and one from the Darkness of Destruction. The people thought that it would be best to let the boys enjoy the time that they had together. All the while, Aaron could feel the something growing inside of him, something that he didn't want to be a part of him, but that was consuming more and more of himself. Aaron tried his best to subdue the darkness threatening his soul. It worked...for a while. [/color] [color=navy]Now the time has come for the Choice, the choice that will decide who befalls the fate encribed within the prophecy. The only problem is, it isn't Aaron's choice to make...[/color] [font=Verdana][size=2][color=#000080][u]Mech[/u]: [url="http://www.full-metal-panic.com/image.php?file=images/recon/mecha/codarl/codarl01.jpg"]Prelude To Destruction[/url][/color][/size][/font] [img]http://www.full-metal-panic.com/images/hangar/codarl/codarl01.gif[/img]

[font=Book Antiqua][size=1][color=Navy][b]1. What is your element of power? [/b]The ability to come up with a pithy and relatively clever insult almost on the spot. Oh, and fire too. [b]2. Who taught you how to ride a bike? [/b]Well, my father taught me how to repeatedly roll down a hill and slam into a fence. From that I discovered the little nuances that most people call steering and braking, so I like to call it a team effort. [b]3) When do [/b]Umm... later?[/color][/size][/font]

[font=garamond][color=navy]A single beam of light shined through the dusty pane of glass that made up one of the windows that made up one of the walls that made up one of the research rooms of the New York Public Library. The light trailed down through the crowded yet silent room, danced a bit on the chandelier-like light fixture, and finally came to rest on the back a guy with his head down on the table. A mane of shaggy, untidy dark brown hair poked out from the high collar of his black wool coat. On the table there was an open messenger bag with several half-done sketches of rings and necklaces spilling out. "You know what, I see you here more than some of the employees. I can't figure out why you don't just apply for a job here." Peter opened his amber eyes and looked up to see his friend Elizabeth, one of the researchers that answered questions for the online research service. "Because you aren't offering a position where I get to sleep on a table." "I'm almost absolutely sure that there's a bed somewhere in your apartment Pete, I just don't see your attraction to this place." Peter smiled to himself. There was something about the windows of the library that made the sunlight taste better than it did anywhere else in the city. Direct sunlight couldn’t even compare to it. He could feel the energy from the sunlight entering his body and making him just a little bit stronger. There were easier and much faster ways of doing this, of course, but none were as pleasant. "I enjoy the ambiance," Peter told her. "The company too." Elizabeth smiled brightly, and then checked her watch. "Ooh, it's eleven o' clock; you're going to miss your train." Peter's eyes opened wide and darted to his watch. "Thanks Elizabeth. What would I do without you?" "Set your watch alarm?" "That could be a start..." Peter stood up quickly. "My gosh, what are you, eight feet tall now," Elizabeth asked him incredulously. "Six. Don't be so dramatic, you're just not wearing heels today." He then gathered up his things and rushed outside.[/font][/color]

[color=navy][font=Book Antiqua][size=1][b][u]Name[/u][/b]: Peter Dixon[/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1][b][u]Age[/u][/b]: 130, but looks about 22[/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1][b][u]Gender[/u][/b]: Male[/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1][b][u]Occupation[/u][/b]: Jewler[/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1][b][u]Bio[/u][/b]: "Dad, I hate this damn mine."[/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1]"You and me both Pete. Maybe if we actually got to keep any of what we found here, I wouldn't have much room for complaining..."[/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1]Peter let out a hearty laugh and continued striking at the wall with his pickaxe. [/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1]"Why are you still picking at that wall anyway, it's quittin time and the silver will be there tomorrow."[/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1]"I know, I just have a feeling. You go on ahead, I'll catch up."[/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1]"Ok, suit yourself. More roast for me."[/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1]Peter continued picking at the wall until he could barely hear his father's footsteps. He then reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a lighter and a single bent cigarette. Peter's father didn't like him stealing cigarettes fro his parents, and if he found out that his son had spent his hard earned money on a glorified German match, he'd never hear the end of it. Peter put the cig in his mouth and struck the lighter. [/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1]Unbeknownst to the young miner, his previous digging had struch a pocket of natural gas that had been seeping into the area since earlier that day. The small jet of flame ignitedthe massive cloud and engulfed Peter in a seaa of flames. He gasped sharply in suprise, and drew the fire around him into his body. [i]What the hell?[/i] Peter could feel all the fire inside his mouth, but it merely felt like he had taken a too big mouthful from a glass of water. He gulped a couple times, and swallowed all of the flame. All impossibility aside, it was actually pretty tasty. Peter grabbed his pickaxe and ran outside. His faher had been waiting by the enrance for him. [/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1]"Oh, so now you're hungry," he asked.[/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1]"To tell you the truth," Peter replied, "I'm acually kind of full."[/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1][b][u]Personality[/u][/b]: A quiet guy with a cynical streak from here to the day he was born. He never has much to say but when he does it's always worth listening to.[/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1][b][u]Home City and Current Residence[/u][/b]: Born in Lake City, Colorado, but he now resides in Albany.[/size][/font] [font=Book Antiqua][size=1][b][u]Powers/Abilities[/u][/b]: Peter has the power to absorb energy into his body and use it to enhance his strength, speed, endurance, or even extend life span or heal injuries. [/size][/font] [/color]

[quote name='Sandy']I'm sorry, I didn't know you had that much first-hand intel from inside Truman's government so that you actually know what they thought at that moment. You seem to know their motives and the fact that they were cornered with the decision. Were you a good friend of Truman & the other boys?[/quote][font=Book Antiqua][color=navy]You speak almost as if this happened last week and not several [b]decades [/b]ago. There have been enough books and eyewitness accounts written about that descision between then and now to wallpaper Cleavland, so it's safe to say that the "What were they thinking?" ship has sailed. Dropping atomic bombs on Japanese cities was inhumane, most definitly, but a last resort is just that. I for one am happy that since then the world has taken steps to make sure that no other nation is pushed there. Kim Jong Il isn't being pushed to that descision, he's skipping there with his fingers in his ears. The Wait and See approach doesn't have all that great if a track record so something has to be done. Sanctions may not do much to sway him, but they'd do a hell of a lot more than absolutely nothing.[/color][/font] [quote name='Sandy]To cut the sarcasm, there can be no justification for slaughtering innocent civilians and destroying whole cities. It's barbaric, inhumane and against the laws of every nation in the world. It's insane that some of you people actually thought [i]your nation[/i] had/has the right to do that, and [i]your nation[/i'] alone. Talking about American arrogancy...[/quote] [font=Book Antiqua][color=navy]The dropping of the atomic bombs was definitly inhumane, no question, but simply do nothing wasn't a viable option. Despite the fact that the war was all but over, Japan showed no signs of ceasing. Dropping atomic bombs wasn't the best or the first option, it was the one that saved the lives of the most troops and end the war the fastest. How inhumane would it have been to continue marching people over to a place where you knew that they would die, or to keep fighting a fight that you know that you can end? Responsiblity for the aftermath be damned, should everyone be allowed to drop a nuke, just to be fair? Talk about baseless idealism...[/color][/font]

[FONT=Book Antiqua]I found the path [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israel]Israel[/URL] >[URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israel_and_the_United_Nations]Israel and the United Nations[/URL] >[URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Germany]Germany[/URL] >[URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Austria]Austria[/URL] >[URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ludwig_Boltzmann]Ludwig Boltzmann.[/URL] Try [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ludwig_Boltzmann]Ludwig Boltzmann[/URL] > [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Himura_Kenshin]Himura Kenshin[/URL], it should at least be a bit of a challenge.[/FONT]

[color=navy][font="]Ember and Efreet had been training for hours. There was a sandy clearing completely boxed in by huge rocks just outside of the Sky Dome that you?d never notice if you didn?t know it was there. The duo liked to train there because the area afforded them enough privacy to use every technique at there disposal. Ember and his familiar stood a ways apart in the center of the clearing. There were patches of scorched black glass scattered across the field where the two had clashed. [/font][/color] [color=maroon][font=Garamond]?Your flame wall has gotten even better.?[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]?Yours too. Plus I think that you might fly faster than I do.?[/font][/color] [color=maroon][font=Garamond]?Do we have anything else to work on??[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]"Hmm... we've only shaved about a minute off of out transformation time, but I'm sure that we can do better than that."[/font][/color] [color=maroon][font=Garamond]"I know, there's no way that we're going to have seven spare minutes to do this in a fight. Do you think that Dragonfang potion maker that we saw in town is still around?"[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]Ember shrugged and soared over the rocks in front of him. He flew for a few minutes and landed in the center of the main road. There was a small group of people in the distance. One of the people wore the distinct colors of the fire faction, same as those that the potion maker wore. Ember smiled and closed his eyes to summon Efreet, but quickly snapped them open when he heard a loud scream. The group in front of him had disappeared.[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]?What the-?[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]The flame wizard quickly summoned his familiar. He then walked cautiously toward the area where the three people had disappeared with Efreet following closely behind him. He looked left, then right, and then craned his neck skyward in an attempt to see where they had gone. ?I?m sure that they didn?t teleport away,? Ember said to himself, ?there?s a lot less shrieking invo-? Without warning, the ground split wide open. Ember?s eyes followed suit as he began his descent?rather, he would have descended if not for Efreet grabbing the back of his robes. Ember let out a heavy sigh. [/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]?Thanks,? he said to Efreet. [i][/i][/font][/color] [color=maroon][font=Garamond]?No problem,?[/font][/color][color=navy][font="]Efreet replied. Ember concentrated for a few moments, and then began to fly under his own power. He seemed to be bathed in a slight glow, despite there being no light source in the area. Ember looked down at the hole below them. It was shrinking and growing rapidly, almost as if it was angry that its prey had gotten away. Finally it seemed to give up, and simply opened up as wide as possible.[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]Ember turned and looked at his partner. ?Are you up for this?? he asked in a serious voice.[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]Efreet cocked his head to one side. [/font][/color][color=maroon][font=Garamond]?Do you even have to ask??[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]A smirk crossed Ember?s face, and the duo dropped into the hole.[/font][/color]

[color=navy][font="]"Hey you!"[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]Ember looked up from his sales of Harpy feathers to see a teenager marching up to him. The kid was about thirteen or fourteen with a dusty blue coat hung on his bony frame.[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]"Ah, are you interested in a Harpy feather?" Ember beamed. "Their power boosting abilities make them especially useful to members of the w-"[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]"I don't care about your stupid feathers. You. Newbie. Fight. Now!" The smile on Ember's face froze on his face, and then exploded in loud laughter. A few of the other players that knew Ember also joined in. "First off, I have to hand it to you for being able to deliver that with a straight face. Second, did I hear you correctly when you said that you want to fight me?" The boy swallowed hard and nodded. "Alright then, I guess there's no helping it..." [/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]Ember reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair or strange looking gloves and slid them on. He then announced in a loud clear voice, "Efreet, your assistance is needed, if it's not too much trouble." An enormous twisting plume of fire erupted from the spot beside Ember, causing the would-be customers in front of him to jump about a foot in various directions. The huge flame extinguished almost instantly and in its place stood...rather, hovered Ember's familiar. [/font][/color] [color=maroon][font=Garamond]"Yes?" [/font][/color][color=navy][font="]Efreet asked slowly.[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]"This kid here...What's your name again?" The boy opened his mouth to answer only to be cut off. "Never mind, it doesn't matter. Anyway, this kid wants to fight us."[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]Efreet turned to look at the young player, and then slowly turned to his master and burst out laughing. The stream of fire trailing from his left eye flickered excitedly as Efreet chuckled. [/font][/color][color=maroon][font=Garamond]"Are you sure?"[/font][/color][color=navy][font="][/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]"I asked him myself, he said yes. That's why I called you; I wanted to give him a little demonstration beforehand."[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]Ember got up from the heavy oak chair that he had been sitting on and walked around it so that it was in front of him.[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]"Alright kid, pretend that this chair is you." Efreet reached over and burned a smiley face deep into the seat of the chair with his index finger. "See? Efreet was even nice enough to give you a face. Watch closely now, this is what would happen if you were to fight us." Ember and Efreet stared at the chair for a few moments and it suddenly burst into bright white flames. The young boy's eye's grew to the size of dinner plates as he watched the chair sputter and pop as it burned for a few seconds, and then grew even larger as the flames died out, leaving a jet black burn mark in the street.[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]"Now, I'm going to ask you one last time; Are you sure that you want to fight us?newbies?" The boy let out a small whimper before whirling around and running as fast as his feet would carry him. Ember laughed loudly. Don't worry; I'm sure that he's just going to get our battleground ready. As the crowd roared with laughter, Ember turned to Efreet and said, "That was a nice touch. I liked the entrance too, by the way."[/font][/color] [color=maroon][font=Garamond]"I thought that you'd like that..."[/font][/color]

[font=Garamond][color=Navy]One quick question; Is there a specific posting order, or should we just dive in when we feel there's a moment? [/color][/font]

[b][u][font=Tahoma]EVIO Application Form[/font][/u][/b][font=Tahoma] [b]Name:[/b] [/font][color=#333399][font="]Brenton Schneider[/font][/color][font="].[/font][font=Tahoma] [b]Birthdate:[/b] [/font][color=#333399][font="]January 1, 2000[/font][/color][font=Tahoma]. [b]Gender:[/b] [/font][color=#333399][font="]Male[/font][/color][font=Tahoma]. [b]Username:[/b] [/font][color=#333399][font="]Ember[/font][/color][font=Tahoma]. [b]Appearance:[/b] [/font][color=#333399][font="][url="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/2213/bscap0163zp.jpg"][color=#333399]Here[/color][/url][/font][/color][font=Tahoma]. [b]Faction:[/b][/font][font="] [color=#333399]Fire[/color][/font][font=Tahoma]. [b]Class:[/b] [/font][color=#333399][font="]Wizard[/font][/color][font=Tahoma]. [b]Weapon:[/b] [/font][color=#333399][font="]A pair of gloves made of an unknown fireproof metal. They are completely unaffected by fire, and are engraved with a special rune that allows him a connection with his familiar that is similar to telepathy[/font][/color][font=Tahoma]. [b]Known Spells:[/b] [/font][i][color=#333399][font="]Pyre Shine[/font][/color][/i][color=#333399][font="]: Brenton can control the color, and subsequently the intensity of a flame. The hotter and brighter the flame that is created, the shorter the amount of time that it can be maintained. The color can range from a dull orange to a bright white, but the hottest flame that Brenton can maintain for a decent period is a bright blue one.[/font][/color][color=#333399][font="] [/font][/color][i][color=#333399][font="]Flame Wall[/font][/color][/i][color=#333399][font="]: Brenton's only protective spell. He can create a wall of fire before him to block incoming attacks. His control of this ability is so well developed that he can manipulate the flame wall into a sort of skintight armor to give himself a degree of invulnerability. [i]Blaze Up[/i]: By making himself the weight of fire, Brenton can take to the air and fly at relatively high speeds. He can also use this ability to make himself fire and move through a fire for the entire distance that the fire burns, but he's not very good at this yet. [i]Gunfire[/i]: In its basic form, it is nothing more than a simple fireball; however Brenton's control has progressed to the point that he can create a continuous jet of fire by using both hands. [u][url="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/4987/bscap0120lh.jpg"][i][color=#333399]Efreet[/color][/i][/url][/u]: Brenton is able to summon his familiar, the fire being [u][url="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/4554/bscap0094sd.jpg"][color=#333399]Ef[/color][/url][url="http://img158.imageshack.us/img158/9576/bscap0188fq.jpg"][color=#333399]re[/color][/url][url="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/2268/bscap0107ry.jpg"][color=#333399]et[/color][/url][/u] by willing his form into existence. They share the same abilities, except for the fact that Efreet can absorb fire to increase his power and heal injuries. [i]Sword of Efreet[/i]: Efreet can be transformed into a sword, but the ability takes a high degree of concentration and synchronization between wizard and familiar to initiate and maintain. Efreet becomes a longsword that is composed completely of a lightweight yet strong metal similar to titanium. There is a garnet stone in the middle of the sword where the blade would meet the hilt, and the same rune that is engraved on Brenton's gloves runs down the middle of the blade, repeated until it reaches the stone. The color of the blade signifies its strength, and is currently bright orange when the ability is used. [/font][/color][color=#333399][font=Tahoma] [/font][/color][b][font=Tahoma]Skill Level:[/font][/b][color=#333399][font="]Brenton has been playing for about nine months. He has a high level of skill, but he's way too humble to call himself a pro[/font][/color][font="].[/font][font="][/font]

[u][color=navy][font="]Name[/font][/color][/u][color=navy][font="]: Aaron Pierce[/font][/color] [u][color=navy][font="]Age[/font][/color][/u][color=navy][font="]: 34[/font][/color] [u][color=navy][font="]Gender[/font][/color][/u][color=navy][font="]: Male [/font][/color] [u][color=navy][font="]Place of Origin[/font][/color][/u][color=navy][font="]: Born in [/font][/color][color=navy][font="]Brooklyn[/font][/color][color=navy][font="], [/font][/color][color=navy][font="]New York[/font][/color][color=navy][font="], raised and living in [/font][/color][color=navy][font="]Newark[/font][/color][color=navy][font="], [/font][/color][color=navy][font="]New Jersey[/font][/color][color=navy][font="].[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="] Known History: Aaron was born in a one bedroom high rise apartment in [/font][/color][color=navy][font="]Brooklyn[/font][/color][color=navy][font="]. He was generally a happy child, despite having to force himself to sleep through the huge fights that his mother and drunken father went through. When Aaron was six, the screaming and the bruises finally became too much for his mother and they escaped to Aaron?s grandmothers' house in [/font][/color][color=navy][font="]Newark[/font][/color][color=navy][font="], [/font][/color][color=navy][font="]New Jersey[/font][/color][color=navy][font="]. They were happy there; his mother no longer had to worry about welts or broken bones and to find new excuses for them. Aaron was finally able to make friends in school and in the neighborhood. He was quite likeable, so it wasn?t uncommon for him to come home with eight or nine other ice cream stained faces.[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]Aaron?s closest friend was a girl named Sarah. She was the only child of his family?s next door neighbors. From day one the two of them were inseparable; they hung out together inside and outside of school, and they even dated for a short spell in middle school. She moved away the day before high school started, but the two of them still stay in contact.[/font][/color] [color=navy][font="]At the age of nineteen he was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa, a degenerative eye disease that would leave him blind before he reached full adulthood. Despite this, Aaron completed college and received his teaching degree. He now teaches Braille in an elementary school in [/font][/color][color=navy][font="]Trenton[/font][/color][color=navy][font="]. [u]Personality[/u]: Aaron is a strangely happy person. He?s not overly giddy, but you can?t help but smile when you?re around him. He can?t stand to see people getting hurt, and will often blame himself even if he only wasn?t truly involved in what happened. [u]Appearance[/u]: [url="http://img240.imageshack.us/img240/4177/a0008948115921911dn.jpg"][color=navy]Here[/color][/url]. Aaron usually wears sunglasses in order to protect his poor vision from deteriorating further. There are three very subtle lines, about four inches long, on either side of his neck. [u]Animal Genes[/u]: [/font][/color][url="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/7905/eleleu18er.jpg"][color=#333399][font="][color=#333399]Electrophorus electricus[/color][/font][/color][/url][color=navy][font="], the Electric Eel. [u]Hybrid Abilities[/u]: [u]Bioelectricity[/u]: Aaron can generate an electric pulse of up to 1000 volts, although only through direct contact. In cases of extreme distress, he has been able to generate an electric field, but the voltage is nowhere near as high. [u]Enhanced Respiratory System[/u]: In addition to lungs, Aaron has three pairs of gills located on either side of his neck which allow him to survive underwater for up to three hours without needing to take another breath. [u]Highly Developed Sense of Hearing[/u]: While under water, Aaron's hearing ability becomes several times better than what a normal human being's would be in open air. On land his hearing is still above average, but this may be a byproduct of his years of living without vision instead of his hybrid abilities.[/font][/color]

[font=Book Antiqua][color=navy]Asuka was showing the world that Odor Eaters feet are sweeter, one person at a time.[/color][/font]