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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]

[font=Book Antiqua][color=Navy][u]Name[/u]: Kouki Hidetada [u] Gender[/u]: Male [u] Age[/u]: 22 [u] Coordinator, Newtype, or Natural[/u]: Coordinator [u] Personality[/u]: Kouki is always very stoic and quiet. He'll sometimes crack a joke or two, even in battle, but only around people he's comfortable with. [u] Description[/u]: [img]http://www.full-metal-panic.com/images/roster/sousuke/sousuke01.gif[/img] [u] Biography[/u]: He remember it all. The shirt you wore on Monday two months ago, what he had for lunch at this time last year, he could recall it all at a moments notice. Kouki was born a second generation subject of a twisted experiment. As brilliant as Ulen Hibiki was, he wasn't very particular about cleaning up his research. Years of trial and error with assorted bionic and biomechanical means created Nozomi and Fudo, a girl and boy who were ripped from their respective parents because they showed characteristics that were even advanced for Coordinators. They found solace with each other and got married in CE 51. Eight years later, Kouki was born. His parents wanted to try and keep him from drawing the attention that they knew their lineage would bring, so they had him engineered as a Coordinator. Despite their best efforts, their genes would not be denied. Kouki was an exceptional student, with a highly advanced prefrontal cortex, there was nothing that he couldn't remember, and therefore nothing he couldn't know. Even at the young age of nine, Kouki drew the attention of the wrong people. A renegade faction of Coordinatorspeople that knew about his parents, and people that knew what to look for. They followed him home one day and took him from his parents...or rather took his parents from him. The screams, the looks of terror on their faces, the number of bullets that ripped his family apart, he remembers everything. For the next three years, Kouki was subjected to almost continuous combat simulations. He watched battles, training exercises, and war footage repeatedly from multiple perspectives. After Bloody Valentine, Kouki was also forced to watch brutal fights, and firearm testing on live targets in an effort to get him acclimated with taking the killing blow. In CE 72 he refused to watch a video of a mob of Naturals attack a trio of Coordinator teenagers, his captors forced him to watch the death of his parents over and over until he could no take it anymore. Kouki broke free of his bonds and used everything his captors had taught him to escape. There were no other survivors. Kouki was disgusted with both sides of the war, so he left PLANT for Orb, the only place that he thought that the war would not touch. He worked under Erica Simmons on the first OS for the Astrays, and personally helped repair Strike Gundam when it was first destroyed. He continued to work as an engineer until CE 78, when he applied for a position in Orb's military. [u] Mobile Suit[/u]: ZGMF-X01A Freedom [img]http://img226.exs.cx/img226/307/freedom31ng.jpg[/img] [/color][/font]

[color=Navy][font=Book Antiqua]It just wasn't a party without a rousing game of London Bridge.[/font][/color]

[color=Navy][font=Book Antiqua]Illustration from [i]The Big Bad Wolf Buys A Gundam[/i].[/font][/color]

[font=Book Antiqua][color=Navy][color=Gray]I live in New Jersey, Home of Edison and great heroin, Resorts like Cape May, and an ex-Governer who's gay, The highest density of population, and the most toxic wast dumps in the entire nation. What's not to love about NJ? [/color]Seriously though, Despite being substantially more expensive to live in, and being the butt of almost every air pollution joke ever concieved, NJ isn't that bad of a place to live. We've produced some excellent entertainers (Sinatra, Springsteen, and Bon Jovi to name a few), and we're the home of the Miss America Pagent in Atlantic City. We don't do too bad. [/color][/font]

[size=2][color=#cccccc][font=Book Antiqua]The entire kingdom of Lerion basked in the amber glow of the early morning. The gem set atop the rim that was the edge of the great sea, Lerion was well know for many things, but Cesta the best known city that it held. Many people flocked to Cesta in hopes to become one of the many powerful Mages and Sorcerers that its academies had produced, but few ever realized their dreams. A single figure shuffled down the well beaten path, so deep in thought that he could barely keep from tripping over his own feet. Dim sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting eerie shadows on the long scruffy grass that covered the forest floor, and a strangely strong breeze whistled through the enormous tree trunks. The wind shocked the figure out of his trance, and he pulled his shabby brown coat a bit tighter around him. His name was Frer, and he had been training for this day for a long time. "Today's the day," Frer declared to no one in general. "Finally I will claim a golem for myself, and use said instrument to bring honor to the name Orynbrand from all over Gaia. I'll build a mansion in every kingdom, and women swoon at the mere sight of me!" Frer's words hung heavily in the calm air as he looked skyward. The opening to a huge cavern sat upon the cliff that loomed high above Frer's head. The hole looked almost as if some sort of giant had lumbered down from the mountains and ripped a messy hole in the cliff face. "I don't care about all the stories they've told about this place in town," Frer told himself, "Golems are merely walking bits of elements, and I'm going up there to get myself one no matter what!" Frer swallowed deeply and cleared his throat. He then declared in a loud, clear voice. "I, Frer Orynbrand, Son of Aeren and Trisan, Red Mage Extraordinaire, and pride of Lerion, demand that one of you golem come down here and admit me entrance to your hovel of a home at once!" Frer cast an unwavering stare at the dark cavern. He stayed in this position, merely staring and not moving an inch, for several moments until a rumble issued from the cave. An inky black material cascaded forth from the hole. It moved in a sort of slow motion as it flowed through the air. When it finally hit the ground, it resumed regular speed and shot forward, forming a long slide that rapidly crinkled into a large staircase. Frer, who had been mystified by the sheer power of his words, shook the disbelief from his head and reassumed an air of importance. "That's more like it," he mumbled to himself, and he planted his foot firmly on the first step. Or else he would have if his foot hadn't gone clear through it. "What in the..." Frer pulled his foot from the softly flowing materiel, and gingerly tried putting his foot on a higher step. His foot found itself on the inside of the step once again, and Frer soon followed as he lost his balance. A quiet yet unmistakable snicker wafted down from the cave's entrance and met Frer?s ear as he lay on the ground with his face in a pile of weeds. The would-be Red Mage leapt from the ground with a look of pure fury upon his face. He clenched his fists tightly and found that he had unknowingly grabbed a small stone in his haste to get up. In a huff, he threw the round gray stone at one of the stairs above his head, and gasped in surprise as the rock bounced off and clattered to the ground. This gave Frer an idea. He walked a small ways down the path and took a runners stance. He launched himself forward, rapidly pumping his arms and legs until he reached full speed. No sooner than he had reached the staircase, that bottom step surged forward and launched Frer high into the air. He landed in a dusty heap square in the middle of the path. He stayed there for a while, and then he slowly picked himself out of the dirt. Frer wheeled around and stomped away ?I don't need this!!" he screamed over his shoulder. Onyx laughed to himself and turned to re-enter the village. It was a very small village, with many small huts made out of the elements of their inhabitants, and golem of every type imaginable doing various odd jobs. At the top of the hill in the center of the village, Nereid was moving water to surround the home of a flame golem. Nereid had been head of the village, and companion to Onyx, for several years. She spotted Onyx as he emerged from the cave, and she motioned for him to come to her. Onyx smiled brightly at her, but the smile died as he saw the look of concern upon her face. "What's wrong?" "There is someone at the hall that wants to see you. Come, I'll take you to him." Onyx nodded and followed her down the path to the hall, a large glass building nestled in the back of the village. They went through the double doors, and Onyx gasped as he saw who was waiting for him. He had only heard stories about them, but there was no doubt in his mind that it was a Draconian. "You are the first non-golem to enter this village since I came here. What business do you have here with me?" The Draconian's feathers bristled at Onyx's gruff statement, but his face remained emotionless. "I have come to take you to Memoria." He said. "You are one of the-" "No, I will not go." "It wasn't a request." "I'd like to see you persuade me otherwise." The Draconian's wings began to fully unfurl at that statement. "You would force me to leave my home and my friends defenseless, and you would fight me in my own home if I refused to follow you blindly. I can see no reason to go with you." "You must, for you are one of the Innocence." Onyx and the Draconian both turned to look at Nereid. She opened her mouth to speak again. "I've always told you that you were meant for great things, and this is proof of that." "Nereid, look at me, you know as well as I do that I cannot be an Innocent." "Onyx, did you forget about the mark on your chest?" He looked down to see the mark that was over the place where his heart would beat. When he looked up again, Nereid had moved closer to him and she rested her head on the mark. "I know in my heart as you must in yours that you need to go." "But who will protect you, all of you?" "You have taught us and shielded us all for a very long time. You must give us a chance to protect ourselves while you protect the world." She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "Now go, before I decide otherwise..." Onyx nodded. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned to the Draconian herald. "What must I do?" [/font][/color][/size]

[font=Book Antiqua][color=Navy]I'm really sorry that I've taken so long to post, but school/work has been keeping me pretty busy. I'm between semesters right now, so I should be able to have something up by the end of the week, if not before the end of the day tomorrow. [/color][/font]

[color=Navy][size=1][font=Book Antiqua]Alfalfa huh? ...I'll show you Alfalfa. Hands up before I shoot you in your Little Rascal.[/font][/size][/color]

[font=Book Antiqua][color=Navy]Heh Heh...[i]Allll right...[/i][/color][/font]

[color=Navy][font=Book Antiqua]Damn Flatscreen TVs... I can NEVER get a picture on this thing![/font][/color]

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