Retribution

[SIZE=1]I've seen people who [i]look to be[/i] goths. Meaning the chain pants and all. I'm not exactly sure how a "true goth" would act though.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]*clips Boo in the crossfire* Man down! Man down! Heh... anyway. I'm willing to alter these, as long as it's within reason. Take your pick if you so choose... [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/sakuraava.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/sakuraava2.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/sakura1.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/sakura2.jpg[/IMG][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Hmm... I like it. I have the font you used. Good stuff. Anyway, the font really matches the images, gives it a good feel to it all. The blood splattered ... blade? on the left and right look awesome as well. It looks like real blood, and blends pretty well with the font. The middle cell, however, is my only problem. It's brighter than the other frames, I assume it was done intentionally to make it stand out. I suppose that wouldn't be a problem, if the headphones matched the scheme of the blood-stained blade. I guess it looks a little choppy in that respect, but the way you used the cells is quite refreshing. I'm tired of standard banners. Props to you. [B]8.9/10[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I like the avatar. Alot. Gives me that tropical/Hawaii feel to it. Only complaint is that it's sorta grainy. The banners were kinda meh. I think you should've stuck with the overall color scheme set by your awesome avatar. Red, sky blue, and navy don't belong on the same banner. The black and blue one didn't match the avatar either. The blue was a different shade... I'd recommend changing that. But other than that, these rock my sox. I'd use them if they matched![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I like the first and second the best. [b]The first flower[/b] is very simple, and the colors go well together. It has a very calming effect. Not too busy, not to complex. It's clean and simple. [b]Second flower[/b], while not as simple as the first, it still is very melodic with its colors, but there may be too much white. It's good, and I like it, but the white might need to be replaced with new colors. [b]First Sakura[/b] was pretty good, I thought, but I think it was her hair that made me not like it. The brown feels so distant and out of place in this one... pretty awkward to me. [b]Second Sakura[/b] was definetly at the bottom of my list. It's got too many things clashing... the flowers and Sakura, not to mention the colors (her hair) seem awkward again. Just too much to look at in such a small area.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Thanks Dagger. Your comments are much apprieciated. Anyway... here's a splash I'm making for an image battle on another site. The theme is just a DBZ/GT splash image, 500x500 pixels in size. Tell me what I need to do better, so that I can win! [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/dbzsplash.jpg[/IMG][/SIZE]

[quote name='Morpheus']I haven't read one word of the book(though I plan to) and I already have proof that Creationism was altered by humans: We, or namely a few "Prophets", created the entire ideal. It formed in the minds of those that sought the "Why are we here" that we look for today and found no answer. I don't mean to be so blunt, but isn't it entirely possible that we are just here? That there is no real reason?[/quote] [SIZE=1]What "ideal" did a few "Prophets" create? The ideal of an almighty creator? I don't understand what you mean. Yes, of course, the beginning of religion probably did begin with the question "Why am I here?" but that doesn't invalidate it all. Humans hunger for purpose, and a lack of purpose leaves us with nothing. We live in this rat-race called life, trying to get ahead, and for what end? Just to die, and cease existing? If that were so, what's the point of living a moral life? I mean, we're all going to die eventually, and we have nothing good to look forward to, so why not live it up now? Anyway, religion also has deep roots in explaining the natural world, and our purpose here on Earth. I suppose if you believe it to be true, there could always be the possibility that we're here for no reason. But this, of course, takes us all back to the classical debate of the Big Bang. What intitiated it? How did it occur? And what matter exploded? Where did that matter come from? These questions are beyond our comprehension, so we (logically) conclude there had to be a "First mover" of some sort. That would equal some divine deity. So, sure, our existance could be meaningless, but why are we here? I can only guess if the Creator decided to make us a game of some sort for their divine entertainment.[/SIZE] [QUOTE]Tell me this: If god is so all-powerful, why didn't he just speak to us all and not just 4 people?[/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]This all depends on your religion, and what you believe. But for me, God didn't reveal himself to everyone because Revelation signifies a special trust and bond between the human and God. And Jesus walked around a few thousand years ago, giving miracles out like they were parking tickets. I think God's given us enough proof to go off of. I'm also guessing that since God gave us free-will, He wouldn't want to cram believing anything down our throats. He'd rather us arrive at our own conclusions, no matter what the consequence. It wouldn't be fair if He were just controlling us.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Addicted... hmm.... [B]The computer (in general)[/B] - Photoshop CS - Trillian - Internet - Windows Media Player [B]Manga Hanging out with friends No School Root Beer Good Burritos[/B] Th--th--th---th--th--that's all folks! (cheesey retro music)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Hey... sorry this took so long. >:^D Anyway, you have a few options. Hope you like them. I just wasn't sure if you wanted the gold and red bright or dark. >_>[/SIZE] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/starava1.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/starstruck1.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/starava2.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/starstruck2.jpg[/IMG]

[SIZE=1]Hey Test... I know that you've already accepted Ozy's banner, but are you open to any more submissions? Thanks.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Well, my friends and I would play "chicken" on bikes. Of course, all my friends and I have balls of steel, so no one chickend out, and we all ended up with bruises and cuts on out bodies. Fun. Chutes and Ladders is a pretty dumb game too.[/SIZE]

[quote name='Chabichou']In my opinion, evolution is not possible unless there is divine intervention. Basing the origins of the complexity of life on pure chance is completely ludacris.[/quote] [SIZE=1]Evolution occurs by random luck of the draw. And all this randomness spread over a period of billions of years could very well in fact result in organized life forms. But aside from that and like a few others have mentioned, who's to say that God and science are completely independent of one another. I believe that God probably [i]did[/i] guide the course of evolution, so that Genesis could be fulfilled.[/SIZE] [QUOTE]I've wondered about that story myself, but notice that it was specifically "2 of every animal". This would not include microorginisms. The earth is massive, and you wonder how Noah possibly got to all parts of the world, to get all the different types of animals. Beats me. Maybe he really did carry out the task. Maybe there were much less animals back then. Maybe the 7 continents were actually 1 then. Or maybe Noah only had to get animals in his region.[/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]You see, back then, the "entire world" was a very small place, at least to Noah's knowledge. Therefore, it is still very hard to do, but he may have collected "all" of the animals in the "world." At least the ones that couldn't survive on land, or migrate to the other areas of the unflooded world. Yes, God could have told Noah that there was going to be a flood that covered his reigon only, but I suppose we'll never truly know what His purpose of keeping Noah in the dark. [/SIZE] [QUOTE]Anyway, Noah's task was quite unneccessary, when you think who powerful God is. God could have protected Noah and his good followers and the animals, yet destroyed all the evil people without the need for creating a flood or having Noah build and arc. None of it was neccessary. But God wanted it done this way. Why? I'm guessing that God was testing Noah and the believers, he wanted to test Noah's faith and willingess to complete such and incredible task, and he wanted the believers to endure hardship, as a test of the faith and patience.[/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]Yes, probably, as well as a foreshadowing of Baptism... but you don't believe in that. But I believe that the flood purged the world of all sin (supposedly), and let Noah begin anew. It was a rebirth of sorts for the "entire human race," which is basically what baptism is.[/SIZE] [QUOTE]Often when engaging in the Creation vs. Evolution debate, I've noticed that athiests always ask for scientific explanations for everything. They want proof that God exists; they want it handed to them like some sort of scientific equation. Here's where the problem lies. We are so limited with our understanding, we can't comprehend things that our senses cannot percieve, or ideas too complex for our brians to proccess. God is not like us. He is not like any of his creations. He is not a tangeable being, for he is the One who created matter and energy. And He created them from nothing. He has no beginning and no end. He has always been there and will always be there. He is eternal; absolute. Why ask for His origins when He created time and space, and matter and energy? Why ask for scientific explanations to His existence when it is God who created the laws of the Universe, and has the power to change them at his will?[/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]Yes, I agree with all this. But people can logic and reason their way through things all they want. Ultamitely, it'll lead to the Big Bang. Then what? You tell me. That's probably where God stepped in and gave us the first step.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Two more. Tell me what you think, people. And don't be shy. It's not fun submitting art and not getting replies. Even if it's not positive, I need to improve. Teach me. [b]2 Tha Top[/b] [url]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/2thatop.jpg[/url] [b]Killer[/b] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/killer.jpg[/IMG][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Hoping oh-so-much my sign-up won't be lost among the din of the rest. ^_^ [B]Name:[/B] Alexander (Alex) Reynold [B]Age:[/B] 23 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Origin:[/B] New York City, USA [B]Appearance:[/B] [url]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/demian.jpg[/url] [B]History:[/B] Alex was born to a middle-class family in Washington, DC. He learned a strong sense of morals and dedication to all that he does when he was young. People say that his mother did a good job raising him, as he treats everyone very well. His father also gets compliments for making him a strong, persevering person. He did exceptionally well in high-school, in the top 2% in the class, and went to Princeton University. While he had to move out of NYC, he still enjoyed his college years. After he had finished studying writing and graphic design, he returned back to Manhattan in hopes of being hired. He has been successful enough to pay for a nice apartment within the city-proper, and sells in art at an artist loft every sunday night. He loves his life, and he worked very hard to make it this good. [B]Personality:[/B] Alex is a hard worker, willing to persevere nearly any hardship to reach his final goal, whatever it may be. He is not accustomed to failing, as he has done it only once in his life, and is a strong believer in work-ethic. Aside from working hard, he is a nice, gentle and kind person. While he has rock-solid morals, his personality itself is very soft and caring. He avoids unnecessary fights, and would rather spare a life than take one. [B]Tattoo/s:[/B] Has one on his left upper-arm saying "[I]I will never stumble[/I]" in graffiti script, with a depiction of Jesus carrying the cross. On the right-upper arm the psalms verse: "[I]Psalms 94:1 O LORD God, to whom vengeance belongeth; O God, to whom vengeance belongeth, shew thyself.[/I]" is on a banner, curled around a rose.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]OOC: We... need... more... cards...IC: Sergio found Romeo and Juliet on the shelves, and smiled at his pulled it gently of it's shelf. It was wonderful... every classical work written by Shakespeare was here. Briefly surveying the rest of the section, he found nothing else interesting, and walked over to the science section. After a cursory glance, he found many books on Aeronautics ... his job, which he also pulled down. Soon, he was carrying quite a sizeable stack of books. "Ah... no puedo leer todo... but there's so much." He tenatively descended down the flight of steps so he could get to Karyan's floor, where she looked at him with surprise. "What do you plan to do with all those? Get buried under them?" She joked, Sergio gave a full smile in return. "No... just so much I want to read. So I brought alot of them... and I'll probably bring a few more back to the room. Espero que no duele nunca, hm? He said idly. Karyan gave him a small quizzical look. "Oh. I don't think it could hurt." "Double negatives in spanish?" She said, more saying than asking. Sergio was quite pleased she had picked up on it. "Yes, there are. It's a different language... and I'm sure you can speak Russian." "Uh-huh. Now let's go." She said, leading him out onto the deck where there were lounge chairs, as well as an umbrella and a table. The weather was also magnificent, which was a drastic change from the dreary weather of yesterday. It was probably in the upper 60s, Sergio thought. He set down most of his books on the table, taking Romeo and Juliet off the stack. He sat down in a lounge chair facing the water, Karyan lounging in the other. "So... what book did you get?" "It's a fantasy one. And I'll soon find out what it's about." Sergio gave her an uneasy look. He was thinking of the wrong definition of the word fantasy... not realizing Karyan meant the genre pertaining to elves and magic. She caught on quite quickly, and chuckled at the puzzled man. "No, not like that!" She said, smiling. "It's about... mythical creatures and epic quests." "Oh! I didn't know. Sorry. So it's like... Homer and the Odyssey?" "Umm... yeah." She said, wanting to get to reading her book. Sergio took the hint, and started upon Romeo and Juliet... for the tenth time. But he loved the book, and it never hurt to re-read. OOC: Anyone else gonna post?[/SIZE]

Sorry if I came up kinda weak, Air. But here are a few attempts at the banner and avatar. I was trying to add text... and the theme of transportation (japanese metro lines). [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/airava.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/airava2.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/air.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mechinfinity/air2.jpg[/IMG]

[SIZE=1]OOC: Must... conceal... murderness.... xDIC: Sergio couldn't eat either, being reminded of his sin. He looked at the table thoughtfully, praying to God again. Karyan looked somewhat sick and troubled. "You okay?" She asked. Sergio looked at her face, furrowing his brow. He didn't feel too guilty anymore... he felt at peace with God. "Yeah... Just praying for him." He crossed himself, and Karyan looked at him with a smile. "You're Catholic?" "Si. I was born and raised one. Having a faith feels so good to me." Why was he telling her this? Why? He kept asking himself the same question, arriving at no conclusion in particular. "I guess I don't know what you mean. I wasn't raised all that religiously." "I see." He said, thinking it was really too bad. He couldn't imagine his life without a God. "Anyway... talking about faith isn't all that interesting. Hm... what do you think of this place?" "I like it. Sort of. It's kinda creepy, with the dead person. And I also notice alot of people getting together pretty quickly." She said. "I agree wholeheartedly. I suppose I've never seen anyone express affection so early on in their relationship. I thought people would first become friends. All this is very new to me." He said, hoping she could relate to his feelings. He had never in his life seen people sleep in the same night they met each other... except with prostitutes. Pushing his thoughts from his mind, he brought his attention back to Karyan again. "Yeah. But maybe they're like... soulmates." She said. Sergio stood up, realizing he wouldn't be eating anything this morning. "Soulmate... interesting. But since I'm not going to eat, I really should leave." He bowed to her, almost as a joke, and she took it surprisingly well. "Alright, don Quixote. Where are you headed to?" "The personal library, to snag a few books... then maybe to the upper-porch to relax while reading. And how about you, Karyan?" She thought for a few moments, then spoke. OOC: Tag, Reiku.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Surreal City[/B] -- Here are three images I made by merging three skyscraper images into one, dreary city. I had the Matrix's "Desert of the Real" in mind when I made it. Actually, I'm falling in love with these. The best thing? I made them in such a short period of time.

[SIZE=1]Hmm... yeah, there are a few things I'd like to change. First of all, I'd like to be taller. But not to the point where I'm above average... just around average height. That would mean getting another inch or so on my height to get me where I want to be. And I'd also like to make my face look... better? Hmm. Well, I mean, many girls have said I look "cute" and all, but I still don't always like my face. But I'm relatively lucky to not have [b]any[/b] acne. How blessed! Anyway... this doesn't really make my self-esteem suffer too much. I'm comparatively speaking, short for my age. But I'm used to it, so when people try to make fun of me for it, it doesn't matter, really. And my face is strictly an obsessive thing. I guess just... a better face. Not sure exactly what do to do with it. =p Yeah... I like my body. I'm thin and fit, partially because of my extremely fast metabolism, so no complaints there. But I can't wait to grow more![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]OOC: Yeah, sorry about this short post. Not much to say...IC: Julius smiled, happy he had become at least brieftly aquainted with everyone. He looked at everyone, hearing soft conversations, seeing kissing, pouting, interaction. Then amid the din of senses, he heard Commander Red say they were going to Rome. "Ah... Rome. That's where my family came from. Several hundred years ago, of course." He said idly. He didn't expect Eric to respond. "Really? So what's your last name?" He inquired. "Aurelius. The last name of a Roman Emperor. A very intelligent man indeed." He spared him the details of his life, what he had done for Rome, and why he had been named Julius. It would seem boring to him. "Yeah, I bet. Probably how you got your name too. Julius Caesar was a powerful man... and it sounds like Marcus Aurelius was a learned one. Good stuff." Julius was surprised he knew about Marcus Aurelius. He took a mental note of the fact that Eric probably knew much more than he let on.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]OOC: Wow. You weren't playing, were you? Maybe just a [i]little[/i] overcompensation? Meh. I fight fire with fire anyway. ^_^ IC: Rion looked at the king in hate, killing his subjects who wanted only peace and prosperity. He was a power hungry tyrant who overthrew the government when he knew nothing about governing. He still did not. Overtaken by the pulsating pain in his right leg, he clenched his teeth together tightly to prevent him from whimpering. "So this is how you fight a man? Stabbing me shackled, without any hope of defense? I suppose I shouldnt've expected anything more from scum like you." He spat at Daimon as his guards took off his shirt. "Marquise, I suggest you quiet yourself!" Daimon yelled at him, losing his temper. He rode off, obviously in a fit of rage again. Jarrod smiled at Rion, stepping forward towards him. "You think you're that good? You're not. Rebel." He said with disgust, walking in a slow circle around Rion. Rion was busy calming himself, thinking about how he could live and sustain minimal damage from his abusers. "Do you really think so? Are you the king's type? The one that stabs a foe in their back? One with no chivalry?" Jarrod said nothing, only giving him an angry stare into Rion's eyes. He needed to get his rapier, and unbind himself. "So maybe you [i]are[/i] the cowardly, dishonorable type. The scum of the earth." Rion said, mustering every ounce of slander and smearing it generously into his tone. It had the desired effect. "I am [b]not[/b] dishonorable! On your feet, you trash." Rion stood, with slight difficulty. His wound gave him a a twinge of pain, which shot up his thigh. He planted his feet, testing them. It was a miracle the sword hadn't hit a bone. The bandage also seemed to be holding up well. "Get him a shackle with more slack, and hand him his rapier. I will kill you swiftly." A servant moved to grant Jarrod his request, while a sword was placed at his throat, to make sure he wouldn't run. A new set of bonds were on his arms, and now his arms were forward, with about three feet worth of slack. Another servant handed him his rapier, which he unsheathed and held at the ready. Jarrod pointed his rapier at Rion, not bothering to tap it to signal the beginning of the fight. Marquise was caught off guard, but quickly conpensated by moving slightly to the side dodging the attack and throwing a thrust at Jarrod's own midsection. That attack, as well as plenty others were parried by each party. Rion's moves came with a slower precision due to the bindings, but were strong nonetheless. Jarrod attacked more than often, and with each passing second he moved more and more rashly. It was probably due to the fact he could not easily kill Rion. Sending a few more savage attacks at Rion, he grunted in hate. One of which grazed his left arm. "Good fight you've put up. Now you die!" Jarrod shouted vulgarly, as he charged, rather than stay in his form. Rion blocked the thrust Jarrod dealt, but did not see the knee-blow to the stomach he recieved. He fell to the ground, pulling Jarrod down with him by using his momentum. They both flipeed a few times, with Rion ending up on top with his sword drawn pointing at Jarrod's throat. "You're no better than Daimon." "Call him King!" "Never." He said simply to Jarrod's fanatical barking. Rion quickly shoved his rapier through the man's jugular vein, keeping it there for several seconds to think about his victory. He had sustained little damages, but damage nonetheless. A knee to the stomach and a stabbed thigh would do him no good. He was also missing his shirt. He snapped back to reality, exiting his dream world were he had existed in bliss for a few seconds, and pulled out his rapier. Wiping Jarrod's blood on the man's hair, he cleaned his sword well enough, and shealthed it. "If I have learned anything, it is to steal away before another man comes to kill me." His eyes darted around, desparately searching for a quick flight from the castle. He had no desire to be captured and killed. Rion could see no trace of Asher, and all the rebels had been slain. Then something snorted loudly from behind him. Rion jumped, quickly turning around, but saw it was only Jarrod's horse. [i]Perfect[/i]. Rion jumped on the already-saddled horse, whipping it with his rapier's sheath to start running. It almost instantaneously responded, and actually provided no resistance to Rion. It seemed like a tame enough horse if one knew how to ride it. Petting it gently, he darted out of the gates with the horse's noteworthy speed. [i]I need to make it to the nearest city... I have support, as my family is wealthy. But I need better-trained soldiers than the common folk. They got slaughtered...[/i] He thought slowly. He quickly deviated from the beaten path that usually led to the castle, and went through a heavily wooded area. The horse, whatever it's name was, was particularly skilled at maneuvering through the thick brush, and soon the pair were out in the open again, near a bustling porting city. Riding into the gates, he went to the mayor of the city in his tattered state. The man was very rich, and Rion felt like he was a mess. "Oh, dear! Rion, what happened to you?" "It's a very long story. To put things short, I need your city's help immediately. We must rebel against the king. I'm not sure if you have gotten word about it, but a near-by village rose up and was quashed. As you know, my family has support throughout your city... and I need your local army. As you know, recent setiment of Daimon was grown sour. We must revolt for our freedom and well-being." Rion said, hoping that the mayor would agree. "Ah...," he thought out loud. "Get this man a shirt, and unbind him. Give him fresh bandages... we have no time for any further grooming." The mayor said urgently. Rion's spirit's lifted, knowing he meant they were leaving with the armies. "Issue a decree that we are moving to war. Send word to all other sympathetic cities as well. We will rid ourselves of this tyranical king." He said to his right-hand man. The herald walked outside the town-hall, and blew mightily into the war-horn, which sounded throughout the city. Other horns caught the note, and blew as well so that every citizen would be alert. Within twenty minutes, the entire army had formed up in the village green, fully clad in their armor, uniforms, horses and in their organized divisions. The mayor addressed them. "Soldiers, I call you valient warriors in a time of great need. The king has grown sick and twisted with power, his brain has been corrupted. We need to rid ourselves of such a cancer to this nation. We will allow him to longer to rape our wives, to kill who he wishes! We want justice! We want FREEDOM!" The entire army raised their standards, shouting in approval. They would prove a very formidable foe for Daimon. "Now go! Begin your march to their castle, knock down their walls, and tell them his people wanted their retribution!" The army gave a mighty yell once more, then marched out in rank and file, ready to fight a battle. The calvary rode on the flanks, the infantry in the front and center, and the archers in the back. Of course, there were many companies and divisions among them... pikes, swords, spears... and finally, the siege engineers whipping the horses carrying their folded-up equipment. They made their way through the forest, then arrived at the castle, standing in formation and out of bow-range. Their own archers stood ready with their arrows knocked, ready to fire their volleys once they decided to come within range. The engineers didn't have to do much to ready their machines, as they were only folded up with minimal contructions. Soon the catapults were aimed at the castle turrets, and being loaded with some of the projectiles they would use. Rion smiled, feeling his leg throb still. Pay back would be sweet. The army was holding its breath, all its weapons ready, all it's calvary mounted, all the infantry ready charge an open gap in the walls. The first bolt of the storm struck mightly upon the battlements of the castle, as stone rained down on them. The walls chipped and fractured, and some of the turrets cracked slightly. There was enough ammo for several more volleys... enough to knock down the walls.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I'm black, but enjoy nearly nothing a "regular" black person enjoys. I don't like rap, don't play basketball or football, and I talk... properly? Sure, it sounds somewhat stereotypical that I say most African Americans play basketball/football, listen to rap/hip-hop, speak ebonics, or do average in school. But there is a great deal of truth in that. Anyway, I like rock, play soccer, and watch anime. And like drive_monster said, no "self-respecting" black person would do those things. Heh. So no, I definitely have different interests than the rest of my race. I attribute it to my dad going to Princeton for his undergrad and Harvard for law school, and growing up in suburbia.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Because some people don't like things on their body. I suppose I fall under that banner. If you get a tatoo, you might not like it in another decade. Therefore, some people just refrain from getting them altogether.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]OOC: Sorry for not posting by now. But I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to do in this chapter. Meh. IC: Aidan looked at the newcomer as he sat down in his seat, trying to be sociable. "Hey, my name's James. And you're Aidan, right?" Aidan looked at him, giving a faint nod, then looking forward once more. He noticed James' aggravation... but it was just Aidan's personality that made him that way. "So... uh... how are you, Aidan?" He said, trying to be nice. Aidan realized he should be at least polite in return, so he graced him with a response, albeit a simple one. "Fine." James looked at him again, as if he was expecting more words to follow the first. He was dissapointed. "I'm glad. So you don' talk much, hm? Why's that?" He asked innocently. Aidan gritted his teeth, remembering his brother's murder. He looked at the desk, and shook his head. It wasn't the time or place to talk about his past. "Ok.... did I say something wrong?" Aidan was quiet again, not quite sure what to tell him. He didn't want to say yes, or he'd be further questioned. And he didn't want to say no, as if he brother's death meant nothing. James looked slightly confused, and had given up talking to Aidan by the end of class. The bell rang, and class was dismissed, as everyone rushed to get out the door. In the hallway, Aidan couldn't help but glance at the asian girls who all huddled together talking in their little clique. He had had a crush on all of them at least once, but had given up. They were smart, and cute, but we're very accepting of people. Looking back at down the hall, he continued walking to his next class.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]OOC: It's late as crap... I needed to post this quickly. IC: Rion strode to the gates as quickly as he could without looking suspicious. He could deal serious damage to Daimon's men while their backs were turned to them. Realizing he could not kill enough without dying himself to make a difference, he ran back inside the castle. Taking a torch off a wall, he carried it up to a high turrent, a vacant one. He burned the bed and everything else inside, setting fire to many rooms, be it with servants or none, he torched all of them. If he encountered a room with people, he sternly told them to leave or die. It was their desicion. Eventually, he decided he had enough of the castle smoldering, so he sprinted back out towards the gates. A great multitude of the guards ran from the battle to save their burning castle. Rion smiled with delight, as it was enough to give the rebels a chance. He turned his head, and caught a glimpse of Ashrel teaching a servant swordplay. He had no idea, and harbored no interest, so he looked back at the battle. It was going better, as Daimon's forces had to divide themselves between the castle, which was slowly burning in small portions, or the fray at the gates. "Please, Asher. Push forward. If I become involved now... I'll be killed by the great number of men." He whispered to himself, watching the violent maelstrom of combat devour men whole. War was a red, raging beast, that consumed people in hate and destroyed all things.[/SIZE]