Veritas

[size=1][color=dimgray]The slight squeal of wet brakes resounded through the air as Marquis pulled to a stop. His family's mansion home. The elegant flowing stone, large paned windows, and exsquisite landscaping dated back to the 15th century. Helmet still in hand Marquis walked briskly to the carved doors, these were a change they had made. The images of Fauns, Centaurs, Fairaes jumping out at him slightly. Slight touches of mythology and magic were around the house hinted at the familes unusual interests, but no one seemed to notice or care. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][i][u]What took you so long[/u][/i]. A soft, airy voice asked above Marquis's head.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Looking up he saw his pet, floating or flying hard to tell which sometimes, the spirit liked to move. The sylph was a round ball of air, or at least it seemed, sky blue in color with areas of white like clouds, smooth and soft to the touch. The colors seemed to swirl across its body, as if the wind was painting a picture across it, changing color to match it's mood. That was the only way to really tell what it felt, since it had no eyes, or a mouth. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"The roads are pretty bad Boo, where's my Mother and Father[/b]" Marquis replied as the wind spirit floated above his right shoulder.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][i][u]Library I believe.[/u][/i] Boo aswered, rotating around Marquis's head as he made his way up one of the dual cascading stairways.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Turning down the hall he made a left walking through the doorless entrance to the Library. His mother and father sat at a table facing eachother, various vials and substances between them, as well as a map. Each of his parents held a leather cord the ends tied to a crystal. One hung glued in the air over Japan, the other almost a mirror image over New York. [b]"I'm here as you asked Mother, what was so urgent?"[/b][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Though the question was directed to his mother, Marquis's Father was the one to answer "[b]Son, I.... We request you to go to New York"[/b] He finished as his mother added [b]"We can't tell you much, however you're needed there, you'll know where to go when you arrive[/b]"[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"So thats it, and I'm expected to go"[/b] Marquis said coldly, silence the only thing he received in turn [b]"Alright, Alright I'll do it, I want answers when I come back though, oh and have a bike ready for me at the airport, I despise cabs"[/b] He demanded though his parents seemed absorbed by the map and crystals.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Let's go Boo"[/b] [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]---------------------------------------------------[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Stepping off the new R6 that had been waiting for him at the the airport Marquis looked around. He stood in front of a lavish mansion, though he was unable to focus on its design, his attention seemed pulled inside, as if something was calling him. He walked ghostlike, eyes set on the door, unblinking as he reached it. Without thinking he opened it and stepped inside, it wasn't before he shut the door that he came to full awareness.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"I guess thats what you meant about "knowing where to go", eh mother[/b]" He mumbled to himself.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][i][u]What are you doing? It's rude to walk into someones home, lets go.[/u][/i] Boo urged, his coloring a grayish color, that he turned when worried.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"I don't know I felt drawn here, like somethi-"[/b] Marquis started though a female voice interuppted, [b]"Don't you know it's rather rude and unbecoming to enter anothers home unannounced"[/b] Before Marquis could come to his defense she added [b]"You're expected though, what is your name?"[/b][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Marquis looked up at her again, this time looking closely, examining, analyzing. Her arms were covered in red spiral tattoo's or so it seemed, looking closer he noticed they were scars, and the color, it was pulsating like fire almost. [b]"My name is Marquis Cicero, and what do you mean expected?"[/b][/color][/size] [b][size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size][/b] [b][size=1][color=sienna]OOC: I hope that is acceptable DC, let me know if there is anything I need to change.[/color][/size][/b]

The two bodies intertwined flowing together, but seperate like two winds feeling each other out. The fight was a long forgotten memory, all that was in focus now was, her, the music, and his own footsteps. She spun grinding lightly across his hips, a innocent smile on her face as she continued to move her hips, shaking her ass against hit pelvis. His pulse almost matched the bass, beat for beat, his heart racing. [b]"I never knew you could dance"[/b] She said sliding a hand up and running it through his hair. [b]"I used to be pretty good til the accident, then I just stopped"[/b] Trysten said running his hand down Clyne's leg. [b]"Secrets, Secrets"[/b] She replied smiling as he spun her around, stopping so they came face to face. He couldn't help but being lost in here eyes, they were like places you went and just didn't come back, they reminded him of the ocean. Sometimes clear, maybe cloudy, and can't forget stormy, but always beautiful. [b]"Ugh, you wearing me out"[/b] Trysten said grabbing her hand, while running his free hand through his hair "Lets go get a drink" [b]"Oh come on, you can do better than that"[/b] Clyne replied with a challenging smirk. [b]"Not without more alcohol" [/b]Trysten laughed as he puller her to two open seats at the bar. [b]"Kamikaze for me, and Schnapps for her I think"[/b] He said softly, his breaths shallow underneath his ribbed tank.[b] "So tell me your story"[/b] OOC: Sorry for the length but I am leaving to go out of town now, and I wanted to get something up. I'll be gone til tuesday or wednesday, sorry everyone.

[size=1][color=dimgray]A steaming hot shower was refreshing after being cooped up on the shuttle for 3 hours or so. The water managed to soothe all Trystens knots and aches leaving him feeling refreshed. Trysten enjoyed taking long showers when possible, washing all the pain, struggles and guilt of life away, [i]"[b]Can't miss the party though[/b][/i][b]"[/b] he thought turning off the stream of water. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Stepping slowly out of the shower he toweled himself off, but stopped as he caught a glimse of himself in the mirror. His body was well toned and muscular, his smooth where in wasn't obstructed by a scar, he had been rather good looking before the explosion, not that he was ugly now, he just was different looking. Some girls liked it, and even if he didn't look like Cassidy or Switch, he still was quite charming, but girls normally didn't give him a chance. He stood there looking at the scars running down the length of his forearms, the large scar covering his left shoulder that looked like a fire, a few smaller ones on his chest and abs, and lastly his face.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"What a freakshow"[/b] He blurted out busting into laughter.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"I've seen worse"[/b] Virgil said perched upsidedown from the shower head.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Doubt it"[/b] Trysten replied finishing his drying.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"At least you have your limbs and aren't crippled, even if you are put together like patch work."[/b] Virgil answered brushing aside Trystens remark.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]"[b]Don't you ever shut up?"[/b] Trysten growled walking back to his room, not really angry at what he said, just that he had said it, his imaginary bat friend.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Apon entering his room he walked to the closet where he had already hung out his outfit. Quickly he threw on a ribbed tank, underwear, before adding a dark pair of jeans and a black button-up shirt with white pinstripes diagnolling the shirt. Running a quick hand through his hair, and a spritz of his favorite cologne he was out the door. The common room was empty, most everyone allready at the party. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]He found it with relative ease, loud bass, hard to miss in a base that's mostly halls. As he walked into the hangar he was almost instantly engulfed by the music, dancing, drinking and eating. It seemed like ages since he last got out, even longer since his last drink. Heading strait for the bar he caught a glimse of Rusti, sitting alone on a chair, watching Ajack and Emi dance, although it looked like a guy was trying to get her to dance with little avail. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"I'll take a Kamikazes, no make that 2"[/b] He told the bartender, who gave a curt nod before mixing the drinks.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Taking one in each hand he walked over to Rusti,[b] "Hey sorry I took so long, I kinda got lost in the crowd" [/b]Trysten finished with a wink to her, sitting down and handing her one of the drinks.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Oh it's fine, I just was watching Emi and Ajack go at it over there"[/b] She replied with a faint smile, the man lingering for a moment left swiftly, chasing after Clyne, which made them both laugh.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Thats a kamikaze, you can drink it, but if you don't want it I'll take it"[/b] Trysten said motioning toward the untouched drink on the bar. [b]"You look beautiful tonight, I think you should wear that dress more often" [/b]Trysten added though Rusti only looked at him with cloudy eyes. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Sorry didn't mean to make that akward, anyways you looked like you needed some help, maybe some company, unless you're waiting for someone"[/b] He added after a moment of silence.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Oh no, sorry just thinking, I guess you could say I'm waiting for someone, Cassidy invited me to have a few drinks with him, but I haven't seen him yet"[/b] She replied before taking a sip of the drink.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Trysten finished the last of his [b]"Ah I see, well I can stick around until he shows up, but if you'd rather be alone"[/b] Though before he could finish a pink shirt draped over his head, causing them to laugh again.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"We'll I think I'll keep track of this for him, anyways I am gonna go dance for a bit"[/b] Trysten replied standing up and tying Ajack's shirt around his waist, ordering a shot of rum and downing it. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969]Rusti just answered with a nod, so Trysten turned and started walking towards the crowded dance floor, passing Cassidy on his way there. He looked like he was making his way to Rusti. He started dancing as soon as he stepped out on the floor, letting the music engulf him like a match to the flame. He was a talented dancer, from freaking to breaking, even to some classical, dancing was something he did alot before the accident. Now he only did it every now and then depending on the occasion. As he grew ever hotter, the friction of bodies grinding, he tied his own shirt around his waist, exposing his muscular but scarred shoulders. As he moved he noticed Clyne and Axl out of the corner of his eye, [i][b]"Hmm I wonder if either of them would like to dance"[/b][/i] He thought to himself as he made his way over to them, his steps still sure even with the alcohol in his blood.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=sienna]OOC: You don't have to put Trysten in your post, Eclipse and Sakura, or at least you don't have to accept his invitation, and I can cover from there, just trying to get some interaction in with other characters.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=dimgray]I like to view it like this, the man puts his key in a woman's ignition to start the ride. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Adahn I do see a point I think your trying to make, today it doens't seem like you can't say penis or vagina without someone laughing, going red in the face, or feeling dirty. Or at least thats what I gather, I'm rather scatterbrained at the moment.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]I forgot what I was going to say next lol. Anyways sex is fun, but it is nothing glamorous, nothing like the movies, and nothing like porn. Information can help with this, but what helps the most is experience. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]I can't think right so I'm gonna shut up, sorry if that made little sense.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=dimgray]The damp streets of Paris shone slickly as the coulded gray sky overhead cast a twilightish glow on everything. The city's lights were begining to come on, earlier than most days, but one has little control of the weather. Despite the weather and the temperature Marquis rode his black Ducati, to him the cold was something you chose to feel, it could be ignored, and the slick roads, well the unshakable confidence of an 18 year old was to blame. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Marquis Cicero, named after his grandfather, was a member of the more than wealthy Cicero family. To the world they ran a the family business of Jewelry, renouned for it's beauty and class, behind close doors they were alittle more eccentric. You couldn't say they used magic, cause they didn't but the family was neck deep in knowledge of it. Marquis was something of a black sheep among his family, neither excelling or showing intrest in Jewelry or Magic, but he believed in the later, or at least in creatures, the Spawn had convinced him of that. His father paying for training in martial arts and combat paid off after all.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Coming to a stop, he planted a booted foot on the ground before removing his black helmet, running a hand through his silver hair. Setting his helmet on one of his handle bars he swung his other leg over and planted the kickstand. Probably one of the most recognized structures in the world loomed infront of Marquis. It was something of a routine he had, coming he at the end of his day to think, get his head strait before heading home. A gust of wind fluttered his cream trench coat revealing his black clothing as he walked towards the lift.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Looks like no sunset to watch tonight"[/b] He mumbled to himself as he entered the elevator. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]The ascent was less than smooth, but it seemed just a blur as he looked at the ominous sky, twisted, almost like an omen of evil. As he reached the top he saw he wasn't alone, a could stood up against the railing, playfighting.[i] "Yeah, smart place to mess around"[/i] Marquis thought turning away from the two.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]"[b]HELP"[/b] The girl screamed before the man's hand returned to cover her mouth.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Damn, this is where I come to get away, I won't have Spawn terrorizing my sanctuary"[/b] He told himself as he darted towards the man.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Skidding to a stop Marquis used his extra momentum to hammer the man's kidney with his fist, causing a slight cringe before he let go of the girl swinging his left arm like a club at Marquis. The silver haired youth ducked smoothly, planting his hands on the metal floor grates, he retaliated with a donkey kick to the mans kneecap, cracking it back with a gruesome snap. The man fell back against the railing, unable to stand on a crippled leg, though before he could do anything else a swift kick landed on his throat causing it to colapse with a small crunch.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]The woman mad with terror let out a screem as what had been her boyfriend slumped to the ground. Impatiently Marquis walked away, [b]"I hate hysterical girls,"[/b] he muttered to himself before saying out loud [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]"[b]He was going to kill you, but he died instead, accept the fate, irony and whatever else you want to and move on".[/b] Without looking back he stepped back on to the lift and started down, his cell phone ringing in his pocket.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"So much for that idea"[/b] He said with a sigh, [b]"Hey, what? You need me home right now? Ok, ok I'll be there in five, yeah yeah, ok I won't kill myself on my bike, can I go now? Bye" [/b]Hanging up his phone with a click, maybe the sky really was a bad omen.[/color][/size] [b][size=2][color=sienna]OOC: I hope everything is ok DC, looking forward to another one of your RP's, appearance is [url="http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=24844"]here.[/url][/color][/size][/b]

[size=1][color=dimgray]The high pitch scream of fast pace driving greeted Jack warmly as he flew around a corner. A black car following him although the drive slowing down more to take the corner. [i][b]"Amatuer, never chase a Ghost, the only thing they lead to is death"[/b][/i] He said under his breath, his thoughts roaming to Nicholas for a moment. It was him that gave Jack the nickname Ghost, ever since that day it's been used with pride. Flying around another corner, Jack pulled a smooth drift almost hitting another car, but almost was a long way for Jack.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]A pair of beautiful women caught his ever scanning eye, and brain fuctions traveled to the smalled head momentarily as he flipped a bitch, pulling next to the women. Long tan legs, short skirts, full breasts, and a mean walk in stilletos, Jack's type of girl, and all girls were Jack's type, well almost all.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"So if I give you a ride now, will you give me one later"[/b] Jack said with a smirk on his face, as they looked in the car with a smile. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]For some reason, pick up lines that should have gotten him slapped worked, though most of the time he was in nice cars, new clothes, and had extra cash. Those three things besides being good looking attracted girls. Though before he could get a reply the black car came around the corner. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Damn, why now, just a moment ladies"[/b] Jack said removing one of his 9mms just in case [b]"Just before back tire, Gas tank"[/b] He said to himself, his shot ringing out as soon as the last syllable was out.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]The bang of his gun was joined by an explosion as the car flipped onto its roof, flames engulfing all the windows. The nice thing about being good with cars, was knowing where to shoot, on what model. Returning his pistol he turned back to the women, who were standing there a little shocked but no fear really. Traydor was a rough place, especially for women, you learned to get used to what you see.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]"[b]So shall we"[/b] Jack offered invitingly, [b]"I don't bite......hard[/b]" He added which drew a laugh from the girls.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]+++++++++++++++++++++++[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Jack casually strolled into Heaven's Gate, each arm wrapped around a girl. The usual crowd was here. The regulars, Sin members, and clients, plus the assorted drunks and druggies. Just like all bars really, well other than the Sin HQ in back. As he glanced around he saw Darrel heading towards the back with a beautiful woman, classy looking to boot. Elliot and Eva were at the bar, Eva was a beautiful woman, and seductive to boot. They worked closely occasionally doing retrievals together, or Jack playing getaway for an assassination. Elliot was Elliot, he was in charge now, though he hesitated in some aspects of taking full charge. He didn't want to take Nicholas's place over, even though he was gone forever, it seemed like he'd be back, like he couldn't die. Virgil was also sitting at the bar, he was another in Retrievals, Kenso was also with him, they were looking at a Pocket PC, something good by the looks of it too. Jack worked and played with everyone really, a driver was normally always needed whether it be job related, or drunken driving.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Walking over to Elliot, Eva, Jack clapped Elliot on the shoulder.[b] "Another job down boss, Eva finally managed to reach your smarter side, get ya out of that damn office for a change"[/b] Jack finished with a nudge towards Elliots lower half.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Eva smiled giving Jack a wink, though Elliot wasn't as amused [b]"How many times do I gotta tell you just call me Elliot damnit"[/b][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"What you need to do is stop fuckin worrying about being another Nicholas, there will never be another one of him, you just need to be Elliot god damnit, and the leader I know you can be alright"[/b] Jack said coldly, not intentional, just how his voice got when he thought of Nicholas, causing Elliot to take a large drink. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Jerry the usual rum for me, a Wet Pussy and Sex on the Beach for the girls"[/b] Jack added before Elliot could say anything. It was a fact, Nicholas was caught up in Fargo's shadow, though most would be engulfed by it, that alone showed he had the potential to be a leader.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Oh shit, I almost forgot these lovely ladies are Nicole, and Marena, I met them on that job"[/b] Jack said after finishing his drink in a long gulp and a questioning eye from Eva.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Where's Clyne I haven't seen her pretty little ass today?"[/b] Jack added as Jerry poured him another glass. though before he could get an answer someone yelled from the back.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][b]"Elliot!"[/b][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=2][color=black]OOC: I hope everything was ok with you BK same with everyone else I mentioned.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=dimgray][b]"What do you want"[/b] Trysten said slowly buttoning up his new uniform. Today, he was no longer just a military cadet, he was becoming what military cadets strived to be. Though it felt just like any other day to him, other than he was talking to a creature hanging in the corner of his room. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][b]"Just a name, and company from time to time"[/b][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Fixing his collar to cover the bite mark on his neck he glanced up at the bat before returning to the mirror, running a hand through the silver side of his hair.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Why do you want me to name you, you might get attached to me, and it's already weird enough talking to you."[/b] Trysten said pulling on the last item of his uniform, white gloves.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"We already are attached, but if it helps you it's just a name" [/b]The bat replied fluttering to another corner in the room.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Dante, after Dante of the Divine Comedy, though maybe I should call you Virgil, cause you are determined to take me to hell and back"[/b] Trysten said walking towards the door [b]"Dante, stay here like a good pet ok[/b]" He added as he left.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Trysten stood watching Switch accept the invitation to ANGEL Wire, giving him a casual nod as he walked back down. They were in different areas as far as ground and air, but they had done a few night simulations together. "[b]He's good, but then again so is everyone here"[/b] Trysten thought shifting his weight from his right foot to his left.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Following Lieutenant Morgan we have another pilot gifted with amazing skills. Lieutenant Trysten Charon"[/b] The Air Chief Marshal proudly stated as Trysten walked out towards the podium, earning a slight gasp from the crowd, quickly silenced by a frown from the chief, though a smirk was already on Trystens face.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"This young man has bested his class in Air Manueverability, Night Raids, and Stealth, Specializing in Light Class firepower. I've seen this young man pull aeronautical moves I've never seen, it almost seems if he is attacking from all directions at once. As well as being nigh untouchable in the sky, and near invisible at night, I am proud to present this well earned invitation to ANGEL Wire, do you accept"[/b][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]"[b]Yes"[/b] Trysen replied simply shaking the Chief's hand, before withdrawing it giving him and the crowd a salute. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Walking back down to his dismay he saw the shining eyes of an unwelcomed guest. [b]"Damn why do pets never listen"[/b] He thought to himself as he walked back to his seat, patting Ajack on the shoulder as he walked by. Shaking his head he smiled as he passed Emi who beamed back with a large grin, he gave Rusti a nod and smile which she returned, then a smile and wink for Clyne, which earned a grin back. Last before taking his seat he gave a nod to Artek. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Though most people expected him to be mean and cold because of the way he looked, it was infact the opposite, he just new when to be serious, when not to beat around the bush, and only goofed off with those close to him. It was funny that people gasped at him, sometimes even pointed, and he liked it.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969]OOC I hope thats ok everyone. PM me if I need to change anything[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkred]You most definately have to wait til your ready for it, I think that some girls that have sex to young let it become them, though there also is the possibility of it scarring them too. I am refering more to girls because guys tend to shake stuff like that off, sometimes it seems like more of an accomplishment for them i.e. instead of I lost my virginity, I kicked my virginity's a**. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=darkred]Ya I'll shut up now, but abstinence is cool and all but like Chibihorsewoman said, it's not that easy. I used to say I was gonna hold out until I got married like a good little boy, then as my life progressed, certain things changed in my like and I said I'd just wait till I was like 20. Well 20 dropped to 18, and as I got in more situations that I had the opportunity it became I fight to try and make it to 17. Finally I just gave in, anyways what I'm trying to say is another reason why it's hard to stick to abstinence is you change as a person, especially during your teenage years. I've done things today like try smoking, that I said I would never due. I'm not the same person I was when I said I was going to wait until marriage, whether it be from loss of innocence, my choices or the events of my life. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=darkred]Anyways thats just my oppinion why abstinence is hard, besides getting caught up in the moment. I didn't help me for some reason people at my school thought I wasn't a virgin since like 7th grade. I guess being half black means viginity is automatically forefeit at birth lol. Ok I'll really shut up now[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=dimgray][b]Name[/b]: Jack Arista[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]Nickname[/b]: Ghost[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]Age[/b]: 22[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]Appearance[/b]: [/color][/size][url="http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=20461"][size=1][color=dimgray]Here[/color][/size][/url][size=1][color=dimgray], although his outfit is black. Jack stands at about 6' and weighs a little over 160. Through regular excercise he has a lean, but strong muscular build. Over his outfit he almost always has on some sort of coat, ranging from a Varsity jacket, to a trenchcoat.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]Weapon[/b]: Two [/color][/size][url="http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=24702"][size=1][color=dimgray]9mm S&W PX4 Storm[/color][/size][/url][size=1][color=dimgray] pistols with extended clips 16 shots, plus one in the chamber. He keeps them in holsters on the back of his belt, one has the words "Mors Certa" engraved while the other has the end "Hora Uncerta", something Nicholas once told him. He also carries a retractable ninja stick, which he can use lethally or non. It is about 7 inches closed while 27" extended.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]Years as a Sinister Nation member[/b]: 7[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]Specialty[/b]: Wheel Man / Retrievals[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]Personality[/b]: Jack likes to shoot stuff and drive fast, the rest of life just follows along. Around friends he is loud and always alittle crazy (even more so drunk), he has the ability to blend into his surroundings, whether it be a crowd, or a dim room. Most people tend not to notice him, unless he wills it. Although he puts on a good act, Jack is rather cold and emotionless to people he doesn't know and can't trust. Booze, women and crazy stunts are about the only things that make him emotional, or as Nicholas used to tell him "Pain, Adrenaline, and a woman's warmths let you know your alive kid". A master of drunken driving or so he says, he prefers to with little buzz for the fact thinks too much and it levels him down, makes him a better driver, though most people can't tell the difference either way.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]Background[/b]: Jack was born to a single mother after a rape. No one was charged, in matter of fact Jack's own mother never really seemed to want someone punished for it. Throughout his years his mom had guy in and out of the house constantly, the names and faces are a whirwind to think about, a Mark one night, a Katsu another. Other than that nothing was really bad, the guys ignored him, he ignored them, but his mom ignored him too. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]One night about when he was 14 he got in a fight with his mom after she was raped again. [b]"The reason my dad was never found is you probably can't remember who you sleep with, let alone who rapes you"[/b] He screamed. Lashing out blindly she opened his eyes, [b]"Your dad is Methias Corbin, the reason I never pressed on with the charges, was scared for my life, and I knew he'd be out of jail before the weekend".[/b] Angry and shocked, Jack ran away, he ran to the last person he wanted to face but one he thought might help, Methias.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]It was a long shot, but Jack had nothing to lose, and no desire to return home. He managed to follow Methias to one of his frequented bars. It was rather easy for him to get inside, almost just walking through the front door, and it was even easier to find Methias. The man was surrounded by women, alchohol, and bodyguards. Fighting his way to face the man a body guard grabbed him [b]"Your my dad"[/b], he said expecting some kind of reaction other than what he got. The man tilted his head and laughed replying, "[b]Take a numba, kid[/b]". Jack had hoped for something, anything, he hated the man, but needed help with no where to go. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]As the body guard started to walk him out Methias told him to wait, "[b]How'd ya get in here kid, well never mind that, you got some skills if you can make it this far, Maybe ya got some of my blood afta all, I'ma help ya out"[/b]. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]With that said Jack was given a small time drug peddling job, and a small hell hole to sleep. He could get in and out of places without being noticed, and he did well, but the life was miserable. Rats and roaches were almost as bad as the druggies themself. Jack also took more than his fair share of beatings, whether it was from a customer, not satisfied, or one of Corbin's lackeys.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]"[b]You little b******, came up short again, your lucky Methias likes you, otherwise you'd be ********* dead by now"[/b] A man said knocking Jack to the ground and repeatedly kicking him. Though as he got ready to stomp on him someone stopped the man with a faint metallic click, leaving his boot hovering in mid air. [b]"I wouldn't put my foot down if I were you, it'd be a damn shame if blood got on your shirt"[/b] a hard voice said, hard but gentle. The man took a cautious step back and turned and left, [b]"The kids no good anyways, nothin but a useless punk".[/b][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]The man knelt down to Jack, and carefully helped him to his feet. [b]"You alright boy, can ya walk?"[/b] He said looking over Jack carefully checking for anything serious.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"I'm fine wouldn't be the first beatin I've taken from him, thanks though, one of these days I'll kill him[/b]" Jack said standing brushing himself off, his knees slightly quivering.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Oh ya so your a strong kid, gonna be a bad ***, let me ask you this, do you want more for yourself, something better than this hell hole life you have?"[/b] The man asked now standing tall.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"What do you mean?"[/b] [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"I have something of an organization, no a family so to say, we're mercinaries, if you wan't I'll teach you the trade, hell you'll be alot better off than stayin a slave to Methias's ***"[/b] The man said glancing at the way the henchman left.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"For free, right, one thing I've learned is nothing free, and nothing is what it seems"[/b] Jack said turning away.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"I just like to look out for people, punks especially, but have it your way kid"[/b] The man replied turning away.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]"[b]Wait, what's your name"[/b] The boy asked curiously.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Nicholas Fargo, Founder of Sinister Nation[/b]" The man replied proudly, the pride that comes from accomplishment, accomplishment when no one thinks you can do it.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]From that day foward Jack has been a member of Sinister, Nicholas teaching him the basics of mercinary work, and perfecting his natural talents. Jack is determined to use what Nicholas gave him, to avenge him. The name Nicholas Fargo is branded into everyone's mind, and his legacy is Sinister Nation, the fuse has been lit. As Nicholas once told Jack, [b]"Mors Certa, Hora Uncerta...... Death is Certain, its Hour Uncertain"[/b] And death is certain for those who did this.[/color][/size] [color=dimgray]OOC: I hope this is ok BK, let me know if there is anything I need to change.[/color]

OOC: Redemption, I decieded to sign up for the Bat guardian, I like Kitty's sign up and I'm not that paritial to cats :p , though I do have a fondness for panthers, a little black pride I suppose you could say :D. I really didn't change the sign up at all, put I decided to repost it. [size=1][color=dimgray]The steady footfalls of boots echoed throught the halls. Every once in awhile there would be another passing cadet, and sometimes the seldom officer, but Trysten was alone. He was on his way to the Training Modules, as per orders. This would be one of the last times he would have to step into that chamber before he graduated. Sliding his ID pass into the door he stepped into the Observation Deck for the modules.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Cadet Charon your late..."[/b] A rough voice said before the door could close. "You know better than to try my patience, never the mind though you know what to do." Wing Commander Keiller added turning back to the staff.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Yes, Sir"[/b] Trysten replied giving a quick salute before turning and walking towards the module. Taking a deep breath he stepped into the module, not quite a confidently as he wished, but swiftly enough for a cadet. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Entering his information disk, he took a moment to brush back his brown bangs revealing his redish eye, his original hair and eye, staring at the reflection on his screen.[b][i] "It's been awhile since it happened, it seems even longer since I hated it though"[/i][/b] The left side Trysten's face had partial reconstructive surgery after an explosion. The blast stripped away the skin on his left arm and a slight amount around his left eye. They decided to try a new form of skin grafting for his face, which worked amazingly well, though his appearance was dramaticly altered, due to lack of donors and sufficient time to find more. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]He recieved a new eye, blue contrasting his unusual redish. The section of his hair recieved was white, as well as strait unlike his wavy brown. The process left minimal scaring mainly being a blueish white patch of skin around his eyebrow, and an H shaped scar above his jawline from removing shrapnel. The rest of his body was cared for conventionally, leaving several more scars including a large one covering his left shoulder, and some laceration scars on his left forearm and right arm. At first Trysten was self conscious about his appearance, then he slipped into a state of depression, hating the way he looked, lashing out at everything, though he soon began to accept it, even like it, now he doesn't think twice about it, it's just him.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Can you hear me, enter your information cadet"[/b] A voice hummed over the intercom bringing his attention back on the module. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Sorry, Name: Trysten Charon, Rank: Cadet, Age: 24, Number: 001324, Specialty: Air Combat[/b][/color][/size][size=1][color=dimgray][b]"[/b] [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Confirmed"[/b] A robotic voice said as the screen began flashing numbers rapidly.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Let's start this"[/b] Trysten whispered placing his hands on the controls.[/color][/size] [i][size=1][color=dimgray]A dense jungle surrounded Trysten as he spun around. Light came down in scattered beams through the canopy, illuminating lush vegitation, brilliantly colored flowers in ever shape and size. Fruit hanging juicily from trees that all seem connected by a web of vines, some hanging to the forest floor. Though nothing moved, there was no sound, no life.[/color][/size][/i] [size=1][color=dimgray][b][i]"What the hell kind of Sim is this?"[/i][/b] [i]Trysten growled slowly backing up scanning every place in sight, trying to put it in proportion with everything. As he continued backwards surverying a root caught his foot tripping him to the ground, and thats when he saw it. It was like a shadow within the shadows, no something darker than the shadows, Trysten wouldn't have seen it, if it wasn't for it's eyes. Green eyes, brighter and more lucid than a hot coal, staring down at him, passing judgement. Trysten couldn't move, he couldn't speak, his eyes were locked with it's, overwhelmed by it's unspoken power, suddenly it dissapeared. Trysten blinked and swiveled his head looking around, still lying from where he fell, nothing.[/i][/color][/size] [i][size=1][color=dimgray]As he started to get up something crashed down on his chest, laying him flat as the air rushed out his lungs. Coughing his eyes were once again locked, as if intertwined with the green eyes, though he wasn't in the jungle anymore, he was on a hard floor, stone, a cave. Strangely now he could make out the rest of the animal, it's fur really was blacker than anything he had ever seen, as if light had never existed, it's lean powerful frame, bearing muscular legs and even stronger winged arms, but most of all he noticed the jade green eyes staring down at him. Though they seemed almost as if they weren't looking through him. The creatures ears were constantly twitching to unheard noises, it was a bat, though unlike any he had ever seen. He could only widen his eyes with shock as he felt ti's vampire like fangs sink into his neck.[/color][/size][/i] [size=1][color=dimgray]A sharp sting in his cheek awoke him as he brought his head up to see Wing Commander Keiller standing with his arm raised as if to strike again, though his eyes showed concern not any hint of wanting to envoke pain.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"He's coming to, son how do you feel?"[/b] He said, his usually rough voice smoothed out as he talked in a quieter tone.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Fine sir, what happened, what kind of training sim was that?"[/b] Trysten asked rubbing a hand across his still stinging cheek.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"What are you talking about Cadet, there was no sim, there was a malfunction during start up and you blacked out, you sure you're ok?"[/b] Keiller said his eyes showing even more concern.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"I'm fine sir, must have been a dream"[/b] Trysten replied cooly standing and walking away from the module as techs began to examine it.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]OOC: I hope thats ok Redemption, let me know if I need to change anything. [/color][/size][size=1][color=#696969]Here's what Trysten lookes like, [url="http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=24474"]Click.[/url][/color][/size]

[size=1][color=dimgray]Lucian walked casually with his hands intertwined behind his head. The sky above him blue, yet somehow dark casting an ominous glow on the cracked dusty road as he walked, taking long but lazy strides. About a mile or so off, Lucian could see his destination, an erie looking, but more so feeling castle. The feeling of darkness radiated from the walls like smoke from a fire. Whatever was going on in there was more than unusual, and thats why Lucian was walking right towards it.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Always gotsta be the hero, don't ya Lucian, and that's why your out in the middle of creeps and creatureville"[/b] He said spitting on the ground, the dry road absorbing the moisture.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Ah well, I'll be set for a long while after this, no more Lucian the Berserker, Merc for Hire, just gotta lop off this Helena's head........"[/b] Lucian continued though as the last word was leaving his mouth his jaw hung open.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]A massive expance of white light was expanding from the castle slowly spreading, engulfing everything its path crossed. [b][i]"What the bloody hell, that's trouble if I ever saw it"[/i][/b] Lucian thought, though before he could think another word a flash in the sky revealed a green light over the castle. The two lights, or energies collided, swirled, mixed, they were different but becoming one. The fighting lights seemingly started to collapse in the distance, though just as sudden as they started the burst out encompasing the world, Lucian just managing to shield his face before the wave hit him.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Suddenly he stood in darkness, though he could see he was not alone. As far as he could tell people were lined up staring at an ever stretching mirror, looking deep at their reflections. [b][i]"Reflections, no, wait, their different, and I don't have one, why, what, damn"[/i][/b] Lucian thought, though his mind was seemingly skipping, like thought eluded him. Staring at the reflectionless mirror, he felt like it was pulling him forward, though he was being pulled from the opposite direction too. He was being pulled in all directions, it was as if he was being torn to pieces, then he touched the mirror, the pulling stopped. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Lucian found himself kneeling in a wasteland, as he keeled over supressing the gut wrenching feeling he had. Curled up in a ball he shuddered, [b][i]"What is going on, wait, what am I wearing it's different"[/i][/b] Flashed through his head as he sat up and looked at his outfit. His linen was gone replaced by a new fabric, it was soft, shiny but somehow extrordinarily resiliant. Standing he dusted himself off, before sliding his hands around his body checking his blades. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"All there"[/b] He said relieved as he rested his left hand on one of the hilts. With a quick twitch of his thumb he exposed a small amount of the blade. "What is this" He yelped drawing the blade entirely out. The dull shine of metal that it had once had was replaced by something seemingly impossible. The blades were black, and shiny, unlike any natural material Lucian had ever seen. The balance on them was supurb, no better than that, as well as being lighter that he thought safe. Slowly he let the tip fall to the dirt before he swiftly kicked up a rock with it. He followed with a precisely marked slice, though the rock seemed whole as it contunued to drop. "I swear I hit the blasted thing" His jaw dropped for the second time as the rock hit the ground and split in half, the cut so smooth it looked like glass.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b][i]"Upgrades"[/i][/b] He smirked as he examined the unblemished blade as another light engulfed him, filling his body with warmth.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]He examined the world around him for the first time. All that he was familiar with was gone, but at the same time it remained. As if you fell asleep in a room, but when you awoke someone had moved everthing around. In the distance he could make out tall buildings, taller than anything he'd ever seen other than mountains. Continuing to turn he glanced to the sky and saw a massive creature of nightmares. It was like a dragon, but a behemoth as well, it's massive body held aflight by numerous wings. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]As he continued staring he noticed that he wasn't looking up as much at the beast. Glancing down revealed he wasn't on the ground any more, he was floating, or flying, or something. He could see the flows of air swirling around his body lifting him, he could feel it even more, like it was a part of him, it was him. Laughing he looked at the beast again, though this time, its hollow eyes were staring right at him. Lucian struggled to make out the two figures sitting on the heads, no they weren't sitting they were a part of it, what was worse though they were Helena. Before he could think he was forced to plummet back to the ground as a beam of red and blue twisted above his head. Landing in a run, he saw people fighting wolf like beasts, though it was hard to make out how many though the multitudes of monsters. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Lucian continued his run, drawing two of his swords. He was moving like the wind, running faster than he ever thought possible, he was something greater than himself now and Helena, the monstrosity that was Helena, needs to be stopped. [b][i]"Whatever happened doesn't matter anymore, it's what happens from here."[/i][/b] He thought as 4 wolf beasts turned towards him. With a wave of his sword he sent currents of wind blowing two of the creatures into the sky and the mercy of gravity. A third lunged for his throat, jaws pulsing, teeth ready for flesh, though instead it found a blade cutting from between his jaws back. With a swift turn Lucian brought the judgement of his second blade down on the 4th wolfs back. Flicking both blades to shake off the blood he turned in time to see one of the humans sent flying by a burst of flame.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][b]"Damn, this might get messy" [/b]He managed to finish before a beam struck the ground before him sending his body flying like a rag doll, before he skidded to a stop.[/color][/size] [b][size=1][color=#696969]OOC: I hope thats ok Omega, let me know if there is anything I can do to edit.[/color][/size][/b]

[QUOTE=SunfallE][color=royalblue]I didn?t learn about it from school as sex education is pretty much nonexistent here in Utah. The idiots even willingly turned down millions in federal aid for the schools just because they refused to have sex education classes. Many of the more reserved states like Utah have voted to not have sex education in their schools whatsoever. And the ones who do use very lame comparisons like others have mentioned in this thread. And those classes cause more confusion than anything else. So sad as it might sound, many kids pick up more from porn than they ever did from school. [/color][/QUOTE][size=1][color=dimgray]All I have to say is WORD. That is Utah to a T. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Remember,[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]See No Evil,[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Speak No Evil,[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Hear No Evil.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]And for some reason sex has unseemingly been branded evil. If it's true then I guess I'm just a Bad Man :animeshy: .[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=dimgray]1 chocolate cupcake, 4 girls and it's almost that time of the month. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]This months pay-per-view special, Girl Girl Strip Fights: Cupcake Edition.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#696969][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]lol if it sounds super cheesy it's cuz it's supposed to.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=dimgray]Well lets see, there was a breif explaination of peuberty at my school in 6 grade (it didn't explain anything really), though I was a pretty wild child and I wasn't all to innocent. I new what some stuff was, the basics really, and I owe that to my mom. She just sat me down one day and told me the basics, and that if I was ever going to have pre-marrital sex use a condom. I also got the same talk from my dad like a year or 2 later, it was rather funny cause he has 5 kids with 5 different women and he's never been married, and that was back before the 5th. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Though I knew what it was, I didn't know any details really, and the way I first saw it was porn, but I think I've learned more about positions and technique from magazines such as cosmopolitan, and men's health, as well as a little bit of experience.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]I think sex is a beautiful think but also it's a double edged sword, one side to it there is just casual sex, as well as making love to someone you have feeling for. Also sex can strengthen a relationship or break it, but there is nothing I hate more than the feeling that sex is the only thing there. Yes I am a guy, but I am fully aware there is more than life to sex, and getting with as many girls as you can. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]To me, sex is complicated lol. [/color][/size]

[size=1][color=dimgray]Ahhh the ever elusive relationship, errr well thats how it is in my case. I've done lust enough for awhile I think and I want to try something more serious. All I really know is I want something more emotionally and mentally based compaired to physical attraction because it only goes so far. I'd even be willing to try keeping it innocent, but we'll see. It's hard for me to find a girl that I can relate to, though I think I might have just been looking in the wrong places. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Basically I'm looking for companionship as well.[/color][/size]

[color=dimgray][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Lucian Morsain[/size][/color] [color=dimgray][size=1][b]Age:[/b] 24[/size] [size=1][b]Class/ Job:[/b] Berserker[/size][/color] [color=dimgray][size=1][b]Weapon:[/b] Lucian utilizes 5 Katanas, four of which are normal, though the one strapped to his back, is a Daito Katana bearing about half the length larger than a normal sized blade. Though he is also is rather proficient with the use of his bare hands as weapons. He also has recently started employing hidden throwing knives.[/size][/color] [color=dimgray][size=1][b]Appearance:[/b] See attachment. Lucian stands at 6'1" while weighing roughly 194 lbs. He has a muscular body honed and cut by war. His black hair and jade green eyes, as well as olive complexion give him an exotic look. Lucian wears a white shirt under a black vest, along black pants that stop mid calf revealing a small amoun of skin between the folded tops of his black boots. His only armor are a pair of bracers and plated leather gaunlets and he normally wears a gray cloack over all of this.[/size][/color] [color=dimgray][size=1][b]Skills:[/b] The two of his most obvious skills are swordsmanship, and the ability to put himself into a beserkers trance making speed, strength, endurance increase, as does pain tolerance making it easy to bleed to death from small wounds, he can also fight himself unconsious if he stays in the state to long. As well as being exhausted apon returning to normal, in this state he is dangerous to all but close friends whom he trusts with his life, all others are seen as enemies, he only uses this as a last resort. They are not his only skills his others consist of being a excellent falconer, extremely agile, infiltraiting and assasination, as well as the odd skill of people wanting to fight him, though few want to continue after learning he is what some call Bloody's when among close friends. [/size] [size=1][b]Genetic Variation:[/b] Elemental Mastery of Air. Lucian is able to bend air and wind to the extent of his imagination. He can preform simple feats such a burst of air to know a foe to the ground, or alter and throw projectiles/objects, to restricting and restraining enemies. More advanced shows of his power consist of whirlwinds, hovering/flight, barriers, and more powerful balls of air. The last two things he has figured out are deadly, suffocation of an enemy and adjusting pressure to crush body parts.[/size] [size=1]Also his speed has increased a great amount, though he hasn't been able to figure out if this has anything to do with his mastery of Air.[/size] [size=1][b]Personality:[/b] Rather happy-go-lucky he takes everything in stride with a cool, confident demeanor. Once set to a task he will not hesitate or stop until it is finished, as long as it doesn't put in danger innocents. He prizes life dearly especially that of women and children, even though he is capable of killing without mercy. Quick to judge, even quicker to pass cold judgement. A natural socialite he gets along with most everyone other than the occasional ruffian wants to fight. Actually is quite educated and gifted in Battle Tactics, he seldom uses this knowledge out of lack of need. A rouge beserker had little need for an education, in matter of fact they have little need of much beyond their own hands. Often he will act like he is a weakling, out of the fact he gets tired of fighting.[/size] [size=1][b]Motivation:[/b] If there is ever going to be peace, Helena murderous lunacy must be stopped first, not to mention a massive bounty for her head, or should I say heads.[/size] [size=1][b]Biography:[/b] Born in the world of the past, Lucian's childhood was spent training to become a Paladin. His father being one of the Holy Knights sought to instill his legacy into his son, who was more than capable. Naturally gifted with the sword Lucian was predicted to advance to great things within the order, though that all came crashing down after an ambush that proved fatal for his father. [/size] [size=1]"Stay behind me son" was the last thing his father said before he and 5 other Paladins rushed to face the 13 assasins. Lucian was forced to watch his father slaughtered, before the turned to finish him, he wasn't part of the job, just extra fun. Lucian had no idea what happened at first, his once white tunic smeared and splattered with blood. His gauntleted hands shaking, dripping crimson over a bloody face, and dented helmet. He might have never known if one of the member of his fathers squad hadn't survived and witnessed the brutality of a beserker. He described that Lucian moved and fought like a demon, like the blade was a paintbrush, the medium of his art, as he created his first masterpiece. The man said if it wasn't for he injured state that he would have likely died that day, if not by the hands of the enemy, by the hands of a warrior of rage.[/size] [size=1]With no place or desire to stay within the Holy Order of Knights he became a rouge, taking on the jobs all but few would take, and walking away from them unscathed. His rare ability earning him money for food on the table, ale in his cup, a girl on his lap and a roof over his head. His services became highly requested, Lucian even occasionally doing jobs for one of the armies, his reputation of getting the job done no matter what only increased. It's hard to argue when a single man can go up against a small brigade and come out with only a few wounds.[/size] [size=1]His trance state continued to develop, and he found himself able to remember and see what he was doing. It was like watching the world from someone's eyes. He had no controll and it was amazing to see how strong he was, how fast he moved, though it was also terrible to realize the carnage he could inflict with out heed for man, woman or child. Lucian aghast at his ruthlessness began to go beserk less and less, relying on his more than capable normal fighting ability. Though still the memories haunted him, and he could find little sleep without brandy or liquor to calm his spirits.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]Lucian spent awhile away from it all training himself, body and mind, if a Beserker was going to be part of him, it would not be the part to shape him. Slowly he began to gain the ability to return to his normal state, as well as prevent himself from attacking close friends and non-threats, though it is still a delicate balance. He finally felt like he had assured a small part of his identity, that he wouldn't become a feral killing beast, that he could maintain a sense of his humanity and also finding a small sense of peace left from his days in the Holy Knights.[/size][/color] [size=1][color=dimgray]Though everything around him, as well as the powers inside him changed as white light melded with green and engulfed the world.....[/color][/size] [size=1][color=darkred]OOC: I hope thats ok Abel let me know if I need to change anything.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#8b0000][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#8b0000]PS sorry the bio is rather short, not much to say about him, he is relatively simple.[/color][/size]

[left][size=1][font=Tahoma][color=dimgray][b][i]OOC: [/i][/b]PaganAngel, as per the weapons nothing modern, sorry I forgot to put that in the sign up.[/color][/font][/size][/left] [font=Tahoma][size=1][color=dimgray]Also your character comes into the world with knowledge of how to use the weapons as well, though their powers are still foreign.[/color][/size][/font] [left][b][/b][/left] [left][b][i][font=Tahoma][size=1][color=dimgray]Before Death[/color][/size][/font][/i][/b][/left] [left][size=1][/size][/left] [left][size=1][font=Tahoma][color=dimgray][b]Name:[/b] Fayt Tiberias[/color][/font][/size][/left] [left][size=1][font=Tahoma][color=dimgray][b]Age: [/b]18[/color][/font][/size][/left] [left][size=1][font=Tahoma][color=dimgray][b]Appearance:[/b] See attachment.[/color][/font][/size][/left] [left][size=1][font=Tahoma][color=dimgray][b]Personality:[/b] Fayt almost has two sides to himself, always trying to help other people before himself, he would always put on a smile, and you could find him laughing more often than not. Though inside he bore the burden of struggles he refused to share with anyone. Diagnosed with Schizophrenia during his teens, which also carried with it bouts of mild to severe depression, people would find it hard to believe or relate to him even when he could open up, leading him to hold it in more.[/color][/font][/size][/left] [left][size=1][font=Tahoma][color=dimgray][b]Bio:[/b] Born to separated parents, Fayt's father was around but less than helpful. Living with his mother he had a happy life, and was a happy child, always making jokes, laughing, and loving being the center of attention. Though as he grew he began to notice that the source of his parents fighting circled around him, and although he could do nothing about it, he put the blame on himself.[/color][/font][/size][/left] [font=Tahoma][size=1][color=dimgray]Everything seemed to start going down hill for him from there, or at least in his eyes. The finacial situation was pretty poor and his mom was hardly home because of work, his dad wasn't helping at all, and the fights were getting more and more frequent, Fayt joining in alot of the time. On top of all that, his grades began to drop dramaticly, although his test scores where among the highest in his class. That was when he was first diagnosed with depression at age 12 after a failed suicide attempt.[/color][/size][/font] [font=Tahoma][size=1][color=dimgray]Fayt's years as a teenager were more or less the same nothing really changing, his grades stayed low, but his tests stayed high, and popularity was easy for him. Until one night after a fight on the phone with his dad, he found him at his doorstep, and a fight soon occured after his father threated to kill him. Fayt wasn't injured physically but the emotional and mental damage was enough to compensate, it was at this time where the doctors realized he had more than simple depression, that in fact he had a form of schizophrenia. [/color][/size][/font] [font=Tahoma][size=1][color=dimgray]Though he was put on medication it was to late, and Fayt found himself slipping deeper and deeper to depression. He dropped out of school and usually the only small sense of happiness he could find would be with his friends, but even that wasn't enough, and he found himself on the roof of that building, and the rest is just dust in the wind.[/color][/size][/font] [left][b][i][font=Tahoma][size=1][color=dimgray]After Death[/color][/size][/font][/i][/b][/left] [left][size=1][font=Tahoma][color=dimgray][b]Name:[/b] Fayt[/color][/font][/size][/left] [left][size=1][font=Tahoma][color=dimgray][b]Appeared Age:[/b] 19 to 20[/color][/font][/size][/left] [left][size=1][font=Tahoma][color=dimgray][b]Race: [/b]Human[/color][/font][/size][/left] [left][size=1][font=Tahoma][color=dimgray][b]Appearance:[/b] [/color][/font][/size][url="http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=25314"][font=Tahoma][size=1][color=dimgray]FAYT[/color][/size][/font][/url][font=Tahoma][size=1][color=dimgray]. While only 5'10" before, now Fayt stands at about 6'2", with lean compounded muscle. His outfit is the same as in the pic, gray pants, black shoes, although his tank top is normal length and worn tucked in. He also utilizes a black cloak and a set of bracers. His left eye is yellow and also bears a scar over it, though his vision is perfect, while his right eye is a crimson red. [/color][/size][/font][/left] [left][size=1][font=Tahoma][color=dimgray][b]Personality:[/b] Fayt's personality is almost nothing of what it was. Even though he is lacking the mental problems he had, he has become cold and distant. Every now and then his old self will resurface, warming his time he is unnervingly calm and quiet. face with a smile or a laugh, sometimes to the point where he will even make a joke. Though these seem few and far between, most of the [/color][/font][/size][/left] [left][size=1][font=Tahoma][color=dimgray][b]Weapons:[/b] Fayt uses a Rapier and Main Gauche made of a strange black metal, as well as several throwing knives of the same metal.[/color][/font][/size][/left] [left][size=1][font=Tahoma][color=dimgray][b]Powers:[/b] Elemental controll of air and wind. He can utilixe this in many ways, such as a gust of air to knock one off their feet, restricting movement, altering the paths of projectiles, the ability to hover and fly, as well as a couple others. His ability with the power amounts to his creativity which in his new self it's somewhat lacking, at least in some areas.[/color][/font][/size][/left]

[size=1][color=dimgray]KATANA I LOVE YOU!! [/color][/size][size=1][color=dimgray]Lol ok thats enough of the emotional outbursts, but I love the set you made. I am also a fan of the amazing outer glow, it increases the awesomeness of the afro. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Thanks for the effort dr.pepper1990 but it wasn't quite what I was looking for. Anyways If any other still want to submit any tries, go ahead by all means I would love to see them, but so far I am going with Katana's set.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Thank you all[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Shadow[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=dimgray]You are very right lol I did mix them up, my bad, somehow the information got all mixed up in my head. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Anyways ya from what I have read "Lightning" is never dubbed the main character, but sometimes I think I'd have better luck getting a rock to talk then SqEnix to not speak in riddles. Though I'm guessing she will have a signifigant role, though by all means thats just speculation. [/color][/size]

[size=1][color=dimgray]I'm excited to see what they do out of the usual for the game, as well as how they utilize the PS3's power. The August issue of OPM has some info on the game, as well as considerable info on FFXII. The game engine they are using is made by the Kingdom Hearts 2 team, and so far is being called the White Engine. The developers seem mainly to be the FFX team, and they are being put to the test, as this will be the most futuristic themed of the series, as well as trying to create a new RPG experience. Apparantly the girl in the trailer might not be the main character, but the main character is supposed to be from the same lineage of the King, who's job it is to protect the crystals. The girl uses a unique gunblade type weapon although it transforms into it's respected forms. Combat is going to take an interesting spin too other than being fast, I guess they are having a device on it where you can control gravity, allowing you to use your vertical axcess in combat too. The FFVII AC team is creating the movie scenes, so those should be impressive, if we can't tell allready.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]But ya thats about the majority of the stuff I know.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=dimgray]Hello everyone, first I just want to thank you for even looking in the thread hopefully one of you can make this for me. I have the craving for a banner and avatar from The Boondocks. I'd like for them to be of Huey, and other than that the only other specs I can really say on is I want it to say "I'm a Radical Black Freedom Fighter".[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray] [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]I'd like to see a few attemps from lots of different artist I like variety, anyways hope to see some stuff soon.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray] [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]And just so you don't forget[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray] [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]JESUS IS BLACK[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]RONALD REAGEN IS THE DEVIL[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]AND THE GOVERNMENT IS LYING ABOUT 911[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]thank you and good evening.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray] [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Shadow.[/color][/size]

[quote name='Baron Samedi][size=1']As for the OP's report... well, that's just disgusting. The probable reason for such a 'light' sentence? It was non-violent in nature, presumably. Unfortunately, whilst it is a terrible thing to do, yada yada yada, it wasn't all that 'bad' as rape goes. Whilst rape in all forms is a terrible thing, this probably isn't the style that a highly dangerous person would use.[/size][/quote][color=darkred][size=1]I get what your saying but then again it all goes around in a circle. The little girl is never going to be the same, and I wouldn't be surprised if she has emotional scarring for the rest of her life. Also alot of rape victims turn rapist, it just is so emotional and morally damaging something has to be there to fill the void. [/size] [size=1][color=#8b0000][/color][/size] [size=1][color=#8b0000]I have a 10 year old sister as well as one that 4, and all I know if I ever found out something like that happened I'd probably kill them and[/color] if someone can twist having sex with children to be ok in their head what else can they twist. They don't have the morals and ethics to function truly as a normal person, with out heavy rehab in my opinion. It's like a car seat that needs to be recalled cuz along the development something went wrong. I think they are the ones that need to be clubbed to death not the dogs. [/size][/color]

[quote name='Aaryanna][color=seagreen']Well since we are mentioning that a certain character is gorgeous, I?ll admit that so far my favorite it Fayt. I just think he?s adorable. ^_^ I love his outfit, blue hair, and the way his sword is strapped on. I read online that if you get certain battle trophies in this game you can get other outfits and I?d really like to see what other ones they have for Fayt.[/color][/quote] [size=1][color=darkred]Fayt is my favorite character as well (I just love the name Fayt), though I think Roger is quite possible one of the cutest things alive lol. Anyways to my understanding the outfits you can get for him aren't too different for his normal except the color scemes are different, though I could be mistaken cause I've never actually got them. I had the game but I had a house fire at the beginning of the year and have yet to purchase it again (yes I know it's just $20, I've been distracted though)[/color][/size] [size=1][color=darkred][/color][/size] [size=1][color=darkred]Lol If anyone has played Radiata Stories [spoiler]there is a Fayt Costume/Armor on the Human Path. I believe it's in Ridley's room if anyone is curious to know.[/spoiler] [/color][/size] [size=1][color=darkred][/color][/size] [size=1][color=darkred]Anyways I think I'll be rebuying it soon though, :p .[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=darkred]Hmmm not much to go on, but my guess would be Pilot Candidate, otherwise known as Candidate for Goddess. It used to air on Adult Swim back in the day, the show never really was finished and only consists of 12 episodes. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=darkred] [/color][/size] [size=1][color=darkred]Maybe someone else can provide other Ideas, I'm fresh out now :animeswea [/color][/size] [size=1][color=darkred] [/color][/size] [size=1][color=darkred]If you could try and give alittle more detail that would help too, like what did the main character look like.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=dimgray]I just don't get how someone could do something like that to a child, or allow it. It's sick wrong and twisted, and whats worse most of the time they only give the people a slap on the hand really. 16 months to 4 years, that's a joke especially for example you can get up to 10 years for possesion of marijuana. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]The only way I can see justice being served in this is the fact that most child molesters and rapist are lambs to the slaughter in prison. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]Though lately where I'm from some disturbing stuff has happened, yesterday I believe a 18 year old kid was arrested for murdering his mother, and hiding her body in thier freezer. Before that though there was the case of a 5 year old girl being kidnapped, murdered, then her body was repeatedly raped and violated. [/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]It's just something I don't understand, and frankly I hope I never do, but none the less it is sick, and wrong. It just scares me for when I for the future, how much worse, or how much better will things get.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray][/color][/size] [size=1][color=dimgray]I say they start chopping off genitals, and branding foreheads with M's and R's. [/color][/size]