Ozymandius Jones

[COLOR=Navy][CENTER][IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/ozyssite/RTPU.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] Welcome to the Return to Pepperland UnderWater. Yes, that's silly, and I don't care. Here you will find the specs for Talent/Powers, and [if you're playing a movie character] the basic info for said character. [center][B][U]Species:[/U][/B][/center] [B]Humans: [/B] If you need this explained, I'm worried. Very, very worried. Humans in Pepperland do have powers, and they tend to dress like psychadelic flowers, but other than that, they're basically normal....or as normal as you can be with, say...green hair. [B]Monsters:[/B] Heh. The main fun in Pepperland. They range from [url=http://terryxart.com/cap090.jpg] Four Headed Bulldogs [/url] to bird people, talking boots, and fish that fly. Sky's the limit. Just - be [i]midly[/i] reasonable. They have to fit in a submarine. Of course, if your power is sizeshifting, you can be as big as you want...you'd just shrink. Meanies: The Villians. Blue and furry, with long claws, fangs and noses. They look like [URL=http://terryxart.com/cap006.jpg]this [/URL] Examples of the "look" I'm going for are [url=http://terryxart.com/Yellow%20Submarine%20DVD%20Captures.htm]here[/url]. [center][U][B]Talents/Powers[/B][/U][/CENTER] [B]Shapeshifting:[/B] Gain most of the powers and most of the weaknesses of whatever you change into. It doesn't have to be living, either. Most people master two forms, and the rest their ability to change into is...eh. [B]Hypnoticism/Mind Control: [/B] Self explanitory, can make others do/see things. Quite fun at parties. [B]Metaphysical/atomic manipulation:[/B] The ability to manipulate things that aren't really there. Holes, for example, or shadows. [B]Musicapostrophy:[/B] The ability to summon music from thin air. The music takes both an instrumental form and a physical, visible form. [B]Coloration:[/B] You are familiar with chameleons? Just imagine being able to change your surroundings to the color you want, and well...you have the basic idea. [B]Sizeshifting: [/B] Like shape, only not. :p Limits: two inches to fifty feet [B]Corporeal Linguistics: [/B] Much like Musicapostrophy, only the words can be used as weapons, odd as that sounds. Ha! New pun, new pun...*gets slapped by Glove* [B]Plantilogical Manifestation:[/B] The summoning of flowers, trees and other plants from thin air. Powers can be added. Just PM me, and I'll approve it and add it. You'd just better make sure they're original. [CENTER][U][B]Movie Character Information[/B][/U][/CENTER] I didn't invent bios for them because these Beatles are most certainly not the same as the Real Life Beatles. Go crazy. Come up with some OTHER reason for them to be a band, other than the normal Beatlemania inducing guys. Also, feel free to add to Personality. [B]Name: [/B] ?Young? Fred. [B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/ozyssite/image015.jpg]Fred[/url] [B]Gender:[/B] Male [b]Species[/b]: Human [B]Age:[/B] 64 [B]Talents:[/B] Up to you. [B]Personality: [/B] Up to you. [B]Bio:[/B] Up to you. [B]Name:[/B] John [B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/ozyssite/image017.jpg]John[/url] [B]Gender:[/B] Male [b]Species[/b]: Human [B]Age: [/B] 27 [B]Talents:[/B] Rhythm guitar, mouth organ, piano, and trombone. He?s extremely smart and can do some shapeshifting. Mainly Frankenstein. Please don?t ask. He also has some skill with corporeal linguistics. [B]Personality:[/B] Very sharp, very sarcastic and witty, he tends to assume leader positions very easily, and as such he doesn?t follow very well at all. He?s almost a genius, and can quote Einsteinian theories of the top of his head. Whether he actually understands what he?s saying sometimes has yet to be determined. [B]Bio:[/B] Up to you. [B]Name:[/B] George - Snarktastic [B]Appearance: [/B] [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/ozyssite/image019.jpg]George[/url] [B]Gender:[/B] Male [b]Species[/b]: Human [B]Age: [/B] 24 [B]Talents: [/B] Guitar, Sitar, Tuba, hypnoticism and coloration Personality: Even more sarcastic then John, he just hides it better. He?s quiet, but not because he?s shy?he?s quiet because he doesn?t bother to talk. He?s very intellectual, but doesn?t spout it out. [B]Bio:[/B] Up to you. [B]Name: [/B] Paul - Grammar Panzer [B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/ozyssite/image021.jpg]Paul[/url] [B]Gender:[/B] Male [b]Species[/b]: Human [B]Age:[/B] 26 [B]Talents:[/B] Guitar, Piano, Flute and Piccolo, extremely charming, manipulative and semi-hypnotizing. [B]Personality:[/B] Charming and a bit on the womanizing side. He?s very loveable, but a bit egotistical. [B]Bio:[/B] Up to you. [B]Name: [/B] Ringo - StarrStruck [B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/ozyssite/image023.jpg]Ringo[/url] [B]Gender:[/B] Male [b]Species[/b]: Human [B]Age:[/B] 27 [B]Talents:[/B] Drums, trumpet, some guitar. Can pick up seemingly non-existent items?like holes. How do you pick up a hole? That has got to be some sort of talent?also applies to manipulating various molecules. We?re sure this is a useful talent somehow?listed as Metaphysical/atomic manipulation [B]Personality:[/B] Loveable. Not much more to say than that. He has a somewhat odd sense of humor, and an unbelievable ability to attract trouble. [B]Bio:[/B] Up to you. [B]Name: [/B] Jeremy - Open [B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/ozyssite/image027.jpg]Jeremy[/url] [B]Gender:[/B] Male [b]Species[/b]: Monster [B]Age: [/B] 4 [B]Talents: [/B] Confusing the heck out of anyone and everyone he talks to, speaking in rhyme, writing, painting, making flowers appear out of nowhere, and getting captured by bad guys. We aren?t sure if the last one qualifies as a talent, but meh. He does it enough, so we put it there. [B]Personality:[/B] Eccentric, yet loveable. [B]Bio:[/B] Up to you. [B]Name: [/B] Max [B]Appearance: [/B] [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/ozyssite/image029.jpg]Max[/url] [B]Gender:[/B] Male [b]Species[/b]: Meanie [B]Age: [/B] 100 [B]Talents:[/B] Comic relief?though what you need relief from is beyond us?being a no man, an all around gopher?may not be what he seems? [B]Personality: [/B] The complete and utter no man. [B]Bio:[/B] Up to you. Max could be a [B]very important character[/B] [i]if[/i] I get someone to play him. I think that's about it. Have fun![/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkOrange][quote name='Takuya']All right, it took us a while, but we in Green Team are finally done with our mission. Somebody please finish Blue Team's mission so we can get on with the show.[/quote] I'm hoping to finish Blue Team's by tomorrow night; the person who was supposed to finish it disappeared, leaving me to do it, and this friendly thing known as "school" reared i's ugly head...*grumbles* But it's halfway typed out. Fear not. [B]Edit: It is DONE. Finally! Sorry it took so darn long...[/B][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1] [I]At the end of the long solarium, there was a grand mahogany desk with a chair, it?s back turned to the Blue Team. A calm, British-accent said from behind the chair, ?I?ve been waiting for you, Legionnaires.? Then the chair slowly, turned around...[/I] ?Oh, of all the stereotypical?? Tech protested sotto voice as the chair turned. ?He can?t even think of an original way to greet us?? Sparks cast a glare in her direction. ?The point is not to be original, Tech?? Tech widened eyes told her to look back ? just as the chair finished turning to reveal?a chair. An [i]empty[/i] chair. ?Oh, [i]nice[/i].? ?Isn?t it, though?? Impulse had - quite clearly - picked up on what had happened quickly, his voice sardonic. ?I take it our ?gift? isn?t in his spot?? ?No, I?m not, my good man?? The voice was coming through the speaker in the chair?s headrest. ?Furthermore, you and your team will not find me. Not today, not any day.? There was a whirring noise. Tech?s eyes widened again, head snapping down to look at the floor. ?Sparks?? Sparks followed her gaze to the cracks that had ? until now ? appeared to be floorboards. Closer examination revealed hinges? ?SCATTER!? The trap door was faster, however. The floor disappeared, sending Blue Team tumbling even further beneath ground level. It wasn?t a major fall?the wall of the chute they?d been dropped down slanted enough that it became more like a slide than a drop. The team landed in an undignified heap at the bottom ? except for Impulse, who somehow managed to keep his feet. Sparks shoved Face off of her and glared up at the telekinetic. ?I hate you sometimes.? ?Thank you.? Impulse merely smirked back. ?Are you going to lay there all day?? Sparks climbed to her feet, still scowling as she brushed dust off her coat. Once the rest of the team were on their feet, Impulse turned, heading down one of the many passages that seemed to branch from the room where they?d landed. Sparks let him lead; his other senses more than made up for the loss of his sight, and his instincts were (usually) right. ?How?re we taking out the base again?? Pandora?s question seemed meant to fill up the empty air. Sparks waved a hand at Tech. Tech took that to mean ?explain??which she did. ?Al-Hadiye?s base is mostly underground, as I?m sure you can see?? ?Duh?? Tech stuck her tongue out in Face?s direction, going on with her explanation. ?There?s a shield to keep off the sand?there?s several million, possibly [i]billion[/i] tons of it over our heads right now.? Sparks shivered slightly. Tech chatted on merrily. ?The idea is to take out the shield, and let gravity do the rest!? ?Um?wouldn?t that trap [i]us[/i] down here, too?? Mirror chimed in, she?d - no, [i]he?d[/i] Sparks reminded herself, the shape-changer was still in the form of the guard - been fairly silent up until now, but this was a good point. Sparks decided to let Tech explain THAT too, as she was doing such a good job with everything else? ?I?ve got it on a timer. We can grab Radisson and be out of here long before it goes off.? There was a pleased smirk in Tech?s voice. ?Made this thing myself!? Confused glances were exchanged all around. ?What thing?? Impulse asked first, still walking in front. Tech reached into her pack and produced a two foot tall cylinder, blue-grey metal glinting in the dim light. ?This!? She rolled her eyes at the four blank stares. ?It?s an EMP bomb?it?ll set off an electronic pulse that?ll fry anything electric based in here bad enough that the sheilds?ll drop almost immediately.? The smirking tone was growing even [i]more[/i] smug. ?And then bye-bye base.? ?When we?re above ground, of course.? Face had grasped onto Mirror?s original point rather admirably. Tech?s eyes rolled again. ?YES, when we?re far enough away!? Tech continued deriding ?technophobes? under her breath ? up until the point when she walked straight into Impulse?s back. ?Hey, why?d you stop?? Impulse didn?t answer; it was fairly obvious why. They?d hit a dead end. The only passage was the one they?d just come through ? and an elevator straight ahead ? behind the man in the most impressive mechanical suit Sparks had seen outside of the Legionnaire?s HQ, complete with a very large laser-gun soldered to the hand. Radisson. Sparks sighed, joining Impulse. Off in the corner of her eye, she saw the hoodie slide up and drop to the floor; Face was doing what he did best. She kept her eyes on Radisson. ?It?s over, Radisson.? Impulse?s voice was firm, not gloating, although there was an edge of superiority there. ?You?re outnumbered.? He took a step forward ? stopping instantly when the distinctive whine of a laser being powered up filled the chamber. ?You can?t stop me. No one can stop me?the people of Bu Craa are [i]mine[/i], the land, the oil, it?s all [i]mine[/i].? ?Man, dude, you never stopped being a two year old, did you?? Sparks shook her head. ?Mine, mine, mine?they?re [i]people[/i], they belong to [i]no one.[/i]? ?They belong to ME!? Behind the suit?s facemask, Radisson?s own face was twisted with rage. ?As you will soon!? ?Pffft. I don?t?think?? There was a skittering noise from the elevator behind Radisson, the doors sliding open. A skittering?like the worlds largest ? or possibly only metal ? spider. ??so?.? [i]clang[/i]. Sparks back up involuntarily at the [i]swarm[/i] of robots that clanked and skittered their way out of the elevator. Tech?s eyes widened. ?They?re so CUTE!? Jaws dropped all round. ?Cute? They?re mini-doom-bots, you lunatic!? Tech seemed unfazed by Mirror?s statement. ?So? They?re still?? [i]Clang.[/i] The nearest robot had just shoved a pincher clear through the metal wall, crumpling the heavy steel ever so slightly. ?Ok, maybe not so cute.? Seconds later, and they were surrounded, the robots clacking menacingly. Radisson just watched, white-suited-arms crossed. Sparks began to focus, seeking out electrical currents around her. The strongest, [i]strongest[/i] pull was from?Tech? [i]Oh, duuuuh?.[/i] ?You got more than one of the EMP bombs, don?t you?? Impulse and Pandora were already blasting minibots apart; Sparks began focusing on them herself, overloading circuits as soon as she could sense them. Tech nodded, scowling. ?But I?m not setting it off, it?ll destroy all [i]my[/i] stuff too! I worked [i]hard[/i] on these things, I?m not just going to fry them?? Sparks stomped on a robot that had made it past Impulse, wincing as sharp metal pierced her boot before the circuitry inside it overloaded. ?Just activate it! There?s too many of these things!? ?No!? And then Sparks was too busy focusing on the ?bots to argue. The horrid little buggers were [i]multiplying[/i]. And still Radisson watched. Sparks snarled. ?Get your kicks off of power, don?t ya?? Radisson deigned to answer. [B] Meanwhile, behind them?[/B] Mirror sighed, sending his body through the shift from random-guard back to Tech, the shift coming easier this time. ?Look, I don?t feel like becoming ?bot-bait just because you want your toys to still work!? ?Yeah, well, they?re not toys!? ?Pandora!? The psychic turned, eyes wild. ?[i]What?[/i]? ?Get Tech?s pack to me, would you?? For all her protests, Tech didn?t try very hard to keep Pandora from levitating the pack off her back and into Mirror?s waiting hands. She dug through the bag, keenly aware of the increased number of ?bots. She pulled out a device identical to ? if smaller than ? the one Tech had displayed earlier, sighing in relief. ?How do I activate this? What?s the word?? Even as she asked it, she knew. Tech rolled her eyes, zapping at ?bots with her stunner. ?What do you [i]think[/i] it is?? Mirror brought the device close to her lips, just breathing the word. [i]?Boom?[/i]. The lights up the side lit, glowing ? and then flashing once, an intense white-hot glow that faded almost instantly. The reaction was dramatic. The ?bots collapsed like so many building blocks, the chamber going silent, even the whir of the laser. Sparks just shook her head. ?C?mon, let?s find the control room already?? They headed onward, leaving Radisson struggling in his useless mech suit. ?useless? ?right? They?d just reached the stalled elevator when there was a familiar, hated whine, and a bolt of white-blue energy streaked in front of them, ricocheting off the polished metal of the wall and hitting the floor not an inch in front of Impulse?s boot. Sparks glared at Tech as the entire team raised their hands. ?Fries all circuitry, eh? Knocks out all electronics, huh?!? ?Oh, shaddup?.? You never argue with a man who has a laser gun. Sparks shut up, still glowering. Radisson grinned, gloating. ?Forgot about secondary power, then? You won?t stop me, I had that protected against EMP bursts long before you sorry lot bust in here?? Something rumbled up above, far above, a low, creaking groan. Radisson didn?t seem to notice, continuing. ?Greatest organization in the world, and you [i]still[/i] can?t beat me?? Again came the rumble, this time longer and accompanied by a strange, trickling hiss?Sparks closed her eyes.[i]Sand?[/i] ?And now you will all perish?? ?Or [i]not[/i].? Sparks opened her eyes at the sharp, snap-hiss of wires being disconnected as - with a hum ? all of Radisson?s circuits died. Again. She watched with growing amusement as wires seemingly ripped themselves out of the mech suit, wrapping around Radisson?s arms and legs. ?Now who?s forgetting something?? Pandora snickered, mentally helping Face tighten the wires. Mirror walked over to Radisson, head tilted. ?Wonder if this suit?s got any secrets?? Tech was poking at the frozen joints of the suit, while Sparks and Impulse inspected the elevator. It was stuck; well and truly [i]stuck[/i], lights off, door cracked halfway open?no prodding or prompting could coax it to respond. The rumbling came again, longer and louder this time, almost a roar. ?We have to get out of here?? Sparks shed her coat. ?Bend down?? Impulse did, letting Sparks use him as a stepstool. She pried the panel in the ceiling open, and scrambled out onto the roof, where she began the long climb back to the surface?. [CENTER][B]***[/B][/CENTER] Down below, Mirror had shifted into Radisson, and he and Tech had found a panel in the wall; it hadn?t been a dead end after all. The Command Center ? as it clearly was ? was dark, all the panels and panels of lights dead. But that didn?t stop Tech?.ten keystrokes, and the panels were re-lit, and Mirror was following Tech?s instructions to bring things back online. Everything went fine, for some ten minutes?and then he reached a panel that wouldn?t relight, no matter what he did. ?Tech?? Tech didn?t answer, tapping away at a keyboard. ?Tech!? Still no response, her face scrunched in concentration. ?TECH!? ?Mhm?say ?Al-Hadiye??? ?Al-Hadiye ?but?? There was a snap, and a whirr of machinery as a panel slid out of the desk, a panel that revealed a minidisk in a small box. Tech grinned, pocketing the disk. ?Thank you?now, what did you need?? Mirror pointed wordlessly at the panel. Tech took one look and yelped - ?Shields?! Why didn?t you tell me SOONER?!? And pelted out, leaving Mirror to shake his head at the unfairness of it all before he followed. The instant he was out, the elevator hummed back to life. It took him, Impulse and Pandora?s mental pushing to force Radisson into the elevator. It was a cramped trip back to the surface, the lights flickering continuously, and every now and then the elevator would shudder. But the door finally opened on the surface, revealing a slightly-electrified Sparks, hair standing up in all directions, smoke rising from the charred edges of her clothing. She was struggling to keep the elevator?s circuits going? ?Come on, we got what we came for!? Impulse led the way, Sparks bringing up the rear, prisoner ? freed from his mech suit ? in tow. They made it just as the shields finally flicked and died, allowing the sand to cascade into the crater left by their collapsing. The entire team stopped to watch, Spark?s panting, and Tech laughing at every underground explosion. Their mission was finally complete. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkOrange][quote name='Outlaw'] Though randomly posting Kirbys, like I just did, probobly isn't. Yeah, thats right. I'm stickin it to the man with my pantsed Kirby.[/quote] You're sticking it to the [I]woman[/I], who will now subsequently lock this thread. Have a nice day. :) [QUOTE=Jamvis] Hahaha, wow. This is ooollldddd![/QUOTE] Yes. It is. Please use your common sense and don't resurrect threads that are over [B]four years[/B] old, even if it is their anniversary. I'm not sentimental like that. ;) [B]Thread Locked[/B] [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkOrange]Am I correct in assuming that Serpentizor is not back yet? I mean, we (Gavin and I) are supposed to be facilitating his return, but not yet, correct? SO should I just post the life and times of a psycho birdie pokemon for my first post?[/COLOR]

[SIZE=1] [COLOR=DarkOrange][b]Completed Bio and Personalty[/b].[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkGreen][B]Name[/B]: Xanna. [B]Age: [/B]Unknown [B]Species[/B]: Xatu [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Type: [/B]Psychic/Flying [B]Attacks:[/B] Peck, Nightshade, Teleport, Future Sight [B]Affiliation:[/B] Serpentizor's Legion [B]Appearance: [/B][url=http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b111/wizard_of_ozy/178-xatu.jpg]Click for the Birdie![/url] [B]Personality:[/B] Disjointed. [RIGHT]bizzare.[/RIGHT] [CENTER]Strange.[/CENTER] The type of creature for whom the word [CENTER]"fanatic"[/CENTER] [RIGHT]was created.[/RIGHT] Cruel [CENTER]hot tempered, Maybe even a bit[/CENTER] [RIGHT]Sadistic.[/RIGHT] She'd have to be [CENTER]to write like[/CENTER] this, now... [RIGHT]no?[/RIGHT] [B]Biography: [/B]She started life as a lowly Natu. All of her race did. Of that she was certain. She knew from the very start that she was bound for greatness, her parents told her so... [I]Bound for greatness...[/I] Her parents...forgotten now. As most pokemon's parents are; snatched away by the humans...only two years old, and she was captured by some upstart trainer, planning on becoming "the Master" or somesuch rot and drivel. [COLOR=Black][i]Humans are flawed masters; it should be the other way....[/i][/COLOR] Pokemon. Meant to develop and thrive, learning on their own..working with humans...folly. Utter FOOLISHNESS. Humans couldn't master the elements, humans couldn't fly, human's third eyes, even, were closed, blind to the glorious futures that were possible... [COLOR=Black][i]Not like you...you SEE things...[/i][/COLOR] She tolerated the silly little human. She fought as an excuse to become strong, the tiny bird taking odd pleasure in fighting, taking down opponents. Never did she whimper, never did she sing...she never spoke. Not [CENTER]a[/CENTER] [RIGHT]chirp.[/RIGHT] Nurse Joy of her Master's town didn't know what was wrong. Nothing was visibly hurt on the bird. She should make sound...but still, never did noise pass her lips. A fight with a weakling Abra opened her eyes. She was going about it wrong. Physicl wasn't the answer. Mental was. From that point on - maybe three years, four years old - she focused on her mind. [COLOR=Black][i]Very good...the weak, when defeated, give you strength...insight...[/i] [/COLOR] Again Nurse Joy was consulted. Again, there was no answer. She'd just...stopped fighting. [i]Stopped?[/i] At first. [i]Oh, no...I am merely getting [b]started[/b].[/i] The first indication that something was wrong was the Machoke one month later. [i]All brawn, no brains...disconnect [b]this[/b] from [b]that[/b] he falls apart...[/i]. Taken down. One move. The silent Natu - [b]Natu[/b] - hadn't even moved. [i]That was fun...who's next?[/i] Fluke. Had to be. Had had HAD. Or at least her Master said. Machoke. Machamp. Hariyama. Primeape. Four matches in a row. [i]Weaklings...shallow minded fodder...[/i] [center]Evolution.[/center] Twenty matches. Twenty seven knockouts. Her master had to be cheating. Steroids. Enhancements. Nothing could be this powerful...could it? [i]I beg to differ, "Master"....[/i] Yes, it could...her voices told her to be strong; so she would be strong.Again, Nurse Joy was called in. There was something seriously wrong... [i]You only comprehend it now?[/i] They saw it too late. One mental blast sent everyone in the pokecenter into unconciousness. [COLOR=Black][i]Stop there...[/i][/COLOR] [i]But...[/i] [COLOR=Black][i]You will have time for that...release hold, deaths now will only cause unwanted attention...[/i][/COLOR] When they woke hours later, the silent Xatu was gone. And very gone. Gone in almost every meaning of the word. Wandering the wilderness. Alone... Except for her voices. [COLOR=Black] [i]Destroy and devide, devide and conquer, overpower and master...but subtle...slow...just follow, allies are near...[/i][/COLOR] Alone... Until she found the Fortress, and the Metagross master of the fortress. [COLOR=Black][i]Allies...he's your master...even as I am [B]his[/B] master...[/i][/COLOR] And her voices became clear. She surrendered to unconditionally, allowing herself to fall into the depths of His insanity.She will have her power. And anyone in her way will fall, humans and pokemon alike... But [i]especially[/i] the humans. [/COLOR][/SIZE]

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[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkOrange]Hello, [B]07Seifer521[/B], and welcome to the Adventure Inn. This thread is being locked for a few things, lack of quality, spelling and rating being the most major. Allow me to steer you towards the [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44318]Sticky[/URL]. The [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44318]Sticky[/URL] contains all the information you need to start an RP here at OB, and all the information you need to avoid it getting locked like this one. Read the [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44318]Sticky[/URL], know the [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44318]Sticky[/URL], the [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44318]Sticky[/URL] is your friend. Until then, [b]Thread Locked[/b][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkOrange]My poor territory gets no ideas... *runs off crying* But I like Raiyuu's season-themes suggestion...[/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkOrange][QUOTE=Manic Webb]Awww. It's too bad those little girls will never live to see 18. As I was reading the article, I kept thinking to myself "how the hell did these girls grow up racist in Bakersfield, California?" Then as I read further, I found out they were home-schooled. Anyone else notice that the racist kids are almost always home-schooled? [/QUOTE] In one moment of defense, I would like to say that the White Supremist can KEEP them, 'cuz the homeschooling community doesn't WANT them. I was homeschooled from second grade to graduating; but my parents always taught me to think for myself, and to not follow things blindly. The community I grew up in was very multi-ethnic. As I was being homeschooled, I was being taught with a little boy who had spent the first six years of his life in Zaire, another little boy who was from Tailand, and a little girl from the Philippeans. And that was just [b]three[/b] of the families on my block. So...yeah, the homeschoolers do not want this...um...for lack of a better term? White trash. Homeschool defense aside, I would like to say these girls remind me of something. The remind me of "In the Flesh" by Pink Floyd, with the "If I had my way I'd have all of you shot." Anyone who reminds me of that song is to be ignored with all the disdain I can muster.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkOrange]Hello, Bloodseeker. Interesting concept you've got here. But there's a few things wrong. 1.[B] Triple Posting:[/B] [I]Double[/I] posting is not permitted, so why would [i]triple[/i] be ok? Short answer: it's not. The only, [i]only[/i] place triple posting is permitted is in the Anthology, when what you're posting is too long for one post. 2.[B] Not an RP.[/B] You mentioned this already; but the fact that it's "not an actual fanfic" does not prevent you from posting it in the Anthology forum. It is not "kinda dead" - someone posted there less than twenty four hours ago. Feel free to repost it there; but until then [B]Thread Locked[/B][/COLOR]

[SIZE=2][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]"Ima... why do you remember blue-jays and bears?"[/B] Ima - the name fit; whatever else was going on, it [i]did[/i] fit - shook her head. [b]"B-because they're my friends...I think... "[/b] [i]My head...[/i] [b]"But...they're animals, aren't they? Don't you have any human friends?"[/b] Ima opened her mouth to say something, trying to ignore the sharp jab that appeared in her temple. [B]"I...I can't remember."[/B] Zane leaned closer, eyes gentle. [B] "Don't try too hard, Ima...I'm sure the memories will come.."[/B] Ima growled, closing her eyes. "I want them now, but m-my head hurts..." Zane raised a hand, gently brushing it against her temple. There was a flash - [I]There was a trickle of cool water down the side of her face. She opened her eyes a crack to see Zane smiling slightly, the water seeming to run from his fingertips. "Cool water is good for headaches." He eased her into one of the nearbye seats, sitting down nest to her, one hand maintaining gentle contact with her head, keeping the water in motion. "Just stay focused..." The soft voice helped, as she kept weaving the air together. The plane seemed to be slowing; ironically slowing slowly. She closed her eyes again, trying to pay attention to the voice and the air, and not the sounds of fighting from the front of the plane...[/I] -And she sat up straight, eyes widening. [B]"Was there a plane?"[/B][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=Navy]Next person to post in Blue Team should've been Ajeh. If he doesn't post tomorrow, I will be posting to finish it Saturday. [/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkOrange][CENTER][IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/OzymandiusJones/miracle.jpg[/IMG] [b]Birth is a Miracle[/b][/CENTER] Information: [list][*]The base is a photo my sister took at the local fair; every year they have chicks in an incubator, and you can watch them hatching. The one in the banner is only thirty to forty-five minutes old. It's amazing, watching an egg hatch to become a fluffy little feathery thing. [*]Again, I lost count of the layers, but there's a bunch; mostly lighting effects.I think I also used a few style filters. [*]The font is, like Kitty's, from [url=http://www.dafont.com]DaFont[/url]. It's called Akbar. [*]Thanks to Sage Kaley, Starrstruck, Cosmo and Snarktastic for advice; some of which was taken, some which was not. [/list] Also: Like I would let someone win by default. Pssssh. >:P[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]She sat in the park, sketching as she watched the children play. When she'd first become aware, she'd sketched - maybe - twice a month. That had grown; now hardly a day went by without her touching a pencil to paper. Today it was birds and bears. The bluejay, to be precise, its small wings spread as it flitted over an incredibly confused looking black bear. She smiled as she shaded in the bird's intelligent eyes. It was nice to draw something that didn't involve those fires....[/COLOR] [CENTER] =====================================[/CENTER] [COLOR=Navy] "Excuse me, ma'am, do you happen to know this woman?" Zane was in his fifth hospital, showing off the one picture they had of Ima...it had been taken closer to the beginning of the War, before everything had gone wrong...they all looked so much happier...the nurse he showed it to smiled. "Yeah...the blue-jay girl." And it seemed as if he finally had a lead. He smiled at the elderly nurse politely. "Blue-jay girl?" The nurse nodded. "Blue jay girl. She comes here, once, maybe twice a week...just sits in the lobby and passes out pictures of bluejays. Darndest thing, too, sir...we never can get a name out of her, she just smiles, says that the pictures will help...and leaves." Definatly a lead. "May I see one of these blue jays?" The nurse shuffled through her papers, pulling out a small sketch of...himself, morphed. Zane grinned slightly. [i]Finally[/i]... "Do you happen to know where I could find her...?"[/COLOR] [CENTER] =====================================[/CENTER] [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]She was just adding the last lines to the bear's claws when she felt [i]it[/i], a prescense like she hadn't felt in so long, but that had once been second nature to her. She froze, turning, eyes wide. Standing behind her was a man; painfully familiar, yet...different. She frowned, fighting the pain that suddenly appeared between her eyes. "Do...do I know you?"[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=1][CENTER] ===================================== [COLOR=DarkOrange]Tag, Reiku...and inform me if I got anything wrong for Zane, and I'll fix it.[/COLOR][/CENTER][/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkOrange]Rurouni922, this thread has been dead for over a year now. When looking for RPs, please stay on the first page/page and a half. Please do not go and resurrect pointless, long dead threads. Thank you, [b]Thread Locked[/b]. -Ozy[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange]Since my last thread has passed into the oblivion long ago, I have decided to create a new one to be updated...eh....mostly when I have time. Which, I warn you, is not often. Heh. The thread title is pretty much just due to my current obsession with old music, namely Genesis (The Lamb), the Beatles and Moody Blues (The Mods), and The Who (The Rockers). And me. Hee. So...first, pretty much, we have two images, both formerly just scans that I have modified: [CENTER][B]The Kids are Alright:[/B] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/OzymandiusJones/OBGraphica.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER] Pretty much just a random banner, although it is the right size for a header banner at LJ...hmm... [CENTER][B]Rael Splash[/B] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v641/ozyssite/Rael.gif[/IMG] [/CENTER] And that's a splash I made for no apparent reason other than I like to make them. Your thoughts are appreciated...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange]My best concert expierience would have to be Five Iron Frenzy at Kingdom Bound a few years ago. They were most of the way done with their farewell tour, and I was just glad to actually get to see them. It was a concert festival, so I was expecting, maybe, forty five minutes to an hour. They played for [b]three hours[/b]. Played every single one of their best songs, and some songs they'd vowed never to play again, and the crowd was just crazy. They weren't a wildly popular band, even in the "Christian Rock" circle, but they were great. We just stayed, dancing and generally acting like idiots, the whole night. There were people dancing with people they'd never met before, just the craziest, loudest, [b]weirdest[/b] dance I have ever seen, that just seemed to include a lot of random kicking. It was wild, and a lot of fun. The worst concert would have to be Toby Mac. He's an ok singer, but he shouldn't try to rap. He kept getting out of time, and just...shouting. Add in the fact that I'd just been at a Pillar concert, and Pillar has, generally, the volume of a jet engine in their concerts, I had the worst headache ever, so I sat down and slept during most of the concert. [B]Edit:[/B] Who on EARTH resurrected this dinosaur? Never realized the thread was that old....wow....[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1][B]2:30 am. London England. Date:...unknown.[/B] [B][I] Rain. She loved the rain. Loved to feel it on her skin, in her hair....her face...she loved the rain, but not as much as she loved fire...[/I][/B] Which is why, tonight, instead of haunting the town in the rain, she was in a hotel room, staring at the embers in the fireplace. [B][I]Rain...fire...[/I][/B] Lightning crashed outside her window, sending the rumble of thunder through the walls seconds later. [B][I]Lightning...[/I][/B] These things meant something to her. She didn't know what. She just knew that they meant...something. They had...always...meant something. Or as long back as she could remember. She remembered...she remembered flames, most vividly. And perhaps...only. She remembered waking in a clean, steril hospital...but nothing before that but fire. Her face told her that she was - maybe - in her mid twenties; there should've been years of memories. Instead...there were two. Two years of memories, and nothing to base them on. Two years of being alone. There was something different about her. Something that seemed to drive people off...the breezes in her room stirred as she thought this, almost as if they wished to prove her train of thought. This difference was just enough that...that for the two years she could remember, she had been alone. It hadn't always been this way, she thought, letting the charcoal stick in her hand wander over the paper stretched on the floor. She could remember laughing, talking...[i]belonging[/i]. Wherever that had been, it was gone. And without even her own name...she had no way to find it again. Finally, after what felt like hours, she drew back on her heels. Leaping out of a page of black and grey flames was a tiger, claws spread, fanged mouth opened wide. Flying over one of the tiger's shoulders was a huge, black bird - over the other was a bluejay, or nuthatch, or some other small bird. Looming in the background was a...a bear, or a wolverine, or some large bulky animal. But the shading made it clear the tiger was the focal point. She sighed, lifting the paper up. [B]"I wish I knew what you were trying to tell me..."[/B] she remarked to the paper, conversationally. [B]"It would make everything so much easier..." [/B]She set it on the table gently; with the other twenty she'd sketched since coming to London two weeks ago. Somehow, the pictures told a story. The others had other animals, had [i]creatures[/i] and angels and bat winged [i]things[/i]. They were telling [i]something[/i]... Now, if only she could figure out [i]what[/i]. She crawled into bed, listening to the rain on the window; the thunder outside, the soft crackle of the flames...she let the breezes overwhelm the candles she'd spread on the floor for drawing; they stirred the fire in the process, causing flames to once again lick at the logs. And the woman with no name drifted off to sleep. [/SIZE] [/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1] [CENTER]Just an establishing piece...fun to write, but nothing plot changing, yet. The main idea is she's out there...[/CENTER] [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange]Welcome to the Arena, [B]Sayuri[/B]. I'm afraid this thread is being locked for three reasons: 1. [B]Quality.[/B] As stated in the [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44318]sticky[/URL], all RPGs must have correct spelling and (for the most part) grammar. That makes it easier to read, and thus more enjoyable. 2. [B]Recruitment.[/B] All RPGs [i]must[/i] go through recruitment. That way you know who's playing and who's not. The Inn is [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/forumdisplay.php?f=48]here[/URL]. You need to post a discription and what you need for characters there first. Read the sticky, know the sticky, the sticky is your friend, as it makes both our lives easier. Feel free to repost this, correcting what needs be, and also feel free to recruit other players. But for now, [b]Thread locked.[/b][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange]My favorite vocalist would have to be...hmm...I think Roger Daltrey, of The Who. He has a very verstile voice, can go from crooning (Love Reign O'er Me) to roaring (Under a Raging Moon) and practically anything in between. My [b]least[/b] would have to be Maurice Gibbs, I think his name is, lead singer for the BeeGees. He sings like a woman who can't sing. [/COLOR]

[CENTER][SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkOrange]Demonchild ok'd my comeback, so...hi.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/CENTER] [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]Name:[/B] Imahyn Eliandro [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Position[/B]: Nuetral, believes both sides aren't telling the full story. [B]Age:[/B] appearence 24, soul 152. [B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/OzymandiusJones/cv2.jpg]Ima[/url] [B]Height:[/B] 5'4'' [B]Weight: [/B]115 [B]Race:[/B] Zodiac (Aquarius) [B]Power:[/B] Air and wind. She can create small tornadoes, manipulate air molecules to heat them, or cool them, can slow the passage of air to the point that it becomes almost a net. [B]Morph: [/B][URL=http://img.thefreedictionary.com/wiki/0/02/Black_bear_large.jpg]Bear[/URL] [B] Weapon:[/B] Since recovering, Ima has obtained a new [url=http://www.afflictedyard.com/images/glock/glock2.JPG]glock[/url] with a lot of extra ammo; she never wants to run out. She also is fairly profecient with a [url=http://www.militarysabers.com/images/01-155-army-saber-hi.jpg]saber[/url] that she stole - she would claim borrowed - from an antique shop. [B]Personality:[/B] Imahyn used to be strictly a follower; for the last two years, however, she has wandered on her own. Understandably, this would change her personality a bit from follower to self sufficiant. She doesn't like this fact, as she's usually lonely. She's more quiet, and less trusting, and always searching for companionship. [B]Bio:[/B] Ima, as she is known, grew up along the coast of Costa Rica. Most of her life, she thought she was a normal human. She went to school, had a job, basically anything a normal human would do. Until one day, while at her lifegaurd job, she was actually able to make a boy start breathing without using CPR or any such techniques. Alarmed, she lost control of her powers, causing a windstorm on the beach. Disaster was averted only by the arrival of Kadar, the Sagittarius, unofficial leader of the Zodiac. Since then, she has had help in mastering her powers by Kariz, Aries in the Zodiac, and has traveled much of the globe. Her powers grew in strength, but she prefered to fight back-up for Kariz, adding the power of oxygen to Kariz's firepower. Ima continued to prefer the background, lending support instead of being a main fighter. Together, Kariz and Ima seemed unstoppable; to the point where Ima could draw on some of Kariz's powers even when they were seperated. No one's quite sure what happened; while still in Japan after an attempt to find Zodiac Capricorn, the Zodiac were attacked by the Yakuza. No one knows who sent them, whether it was random, whether they were sent - but the Zodiac were unprepared, and it was a massacre. Most of the Zodiac were slain; those who weren't killed were badly injured, including Ima, who was injured almost to the point of death. She too believed she was going to die, and accepted the darkness when it came. When she awoke, she was no longer in the wreckage of the hotel room...she remembers flames, and that's about it. Though she has been trying for two years, she can find no one she knew...her past life is a wreck. She remembers bits and peices, nothing of who saved her, nothing of why she still alive, nothing of who she was, who her friends were, or [i]what[/i] she is. The one thing she remembers that she thinks might help is the flames...and the tiger.[/COLOR]