Danethol

[size=1]OOC: Sorry about my posting delay, everyone (but mostly ULX and Blayze). I'll have it up in a day or two. See, ULX? I told you I can't be trusted schedule-wise...hehe. ^ ^; Working on that post, Dane[/size]

[size=1] OOC: Just so you know, Blayze, Abaddon isn't the leader of the Myrkur Aniol's Seraphim...he doesn't even want to be. That'd be Michael, followed by Uriel, Gabriel, then Abaddon as fourth. I'll cover it though. ^ ^ Happy hunting! ------------------------------------------------------ [b]"I bring news, lord Abaddon."[/b] A lithe, travel-weary messenger Myrkur kneeled at Abaddon's feet. Removing his coat, Abaddon placed his longsword on his bed as he prepared to equip his old battle-armor. [b]"News? Not much can be learned on the last eve before battle. Nevertheless, proceed." "Lekishal is dead, sir. Murdered...by Zuriel."[/b] The vampire's voice seemed to choke in the last part of the message. [b]"Who...?" "An upstart Myrkur, Abaddon..."[/b] replied Uriel, entering Abaddon's chambers behind the messenger. Placing a hand on the page's shoulder calmly, he bid him leave. When they were alone, Uriel proceeded to hand Abaddon new pieces of his armor. As Abaddon strapped on his shin guards, Uriel continued. [b]"She was always trying to gain admittance to the clan. But she was too proud, too eager...not yet ready to bear the responsiblities of a Seraphim. She idolized you, strangely enough. She hoped to become the next Spirit of Vengeance." "Did she now?"[/b] Uriel stared in surprise to see Abaddon rise, his eyes teary. Quickly blinking them away, he buckled his great black chestpiece on. [b]"I wonder...could she handle it? Why is it the young always search for glory...and the old tire of it?" "We are not so old, Abaddon. We are not so feeble." "Feeble? No. But old we are indeed."[/b] Abaddon tied the last of his outfit, his long red cape, to his shoulders. [b]"I tired, old friend. I am weary. Let others fight this new, reckless blood. Let we elders have our peace." "That is, at the moment, impossible Abaddon. You [u]know[/u] that." "Indeed I do. That is why I shall fight this last time. Kuroichi is of no more concern. Let the world of vampires and evil destroy [u]itself[/u]. I care not. After this battle, I will intervene only to protect human life. Whether I fall with the clan, or help it rise again, I am done with this war."[/b] Feeling a great weight lift from his shoulders, Abaddon reached his arm back. [b]"My sword."[/b] He felt a metallic handle press into his palm, but as he drew the blade out for inspection, a crimson brilliance glinted off the edge. Drawing in a sharp breath, Abaddon turned to Uriel. [b]"Eden's Bane! You cannot mean to-" "It is yours, Abaddon. It suits you. After all, you would protect the human's paradise, wouldn't you?"[/b] smirked Uriel. [b]"But...what of you? You will not enter battle unarmed!" "Certainly not! I will bring Azoziel. I think I have more in common with your old friend then you did."[/b] As the two old warriors looked upon each other, they both seemed understand that only one of them would survive. Only one thing was appropriate. Clasping hands, they drew together in an embrace. [b]"Good luck, old friend."[/b] [center]------------------------- [b]Five hours later[/b] -------------------------[/center] The two armies of the Myrkur Aniol met at midnight. Zuriel's clan vastly outnumbered the Seraphim. In confidence, they began beating their shields and spears together, chanting war cries, until the whole night was filled with a chaotic noise. Suddenly, louder than all, Gabriel's horn cut a blast through the air, the deep tone resonating through every vampire's body. As a deafening silece perforated the air, Zuriel and the Four Generals met at the center of the field. [b]"So, this is the great Seraphic Legion, eh?"[/b] sneered Zuriel. [b]"It is."[/b] replied Michael. [b]"And our offer still remains. Stand down now, and we will allow you to repent for the crimes of draining humans to the point of death, killing other Myrkur Aniols, and trampling the ideals our order." "Stand down?"[/b] Zuriel suddenly let out a racous, yet slightly shaken laugh. [b]"I easily command 10 times as many warriors as you." "And every Seraphim we have,"[/b] shouted Abaddon, suddenly advancing,[b]" is worth twenty of yours!"[/b] The two vampires reached for their blades, but Michael, faster than both could react, raced between them and shoved the swords back in the sheaths. [b]"Stay your hands until the battle. It's the proper way to do it."[/b] Walking to their respective sides, Abaddon and Zuriel both paused, turned, and looked at each other. Zuriel smiled and pointed a finger at Abaddon. [b]"Stay alive for me, Spirit of Vengeance. We have unfinished business."[/b] Growling, Abaddon drew his sword and cut the back of his left hand. Clenching it into a fist, he let three drops fall to the ground. [b]"Remember this sight, Zuriel. It will be the last time you [u]ever[/u] see my blood. I hope you like the sight of yours."[/b] ------------------------------------------------------ OOC: To WAAAAARRR!! ^ ^ Haha. Don't kill Abaddon off too quickly, Blayze. I want him and Zuriel to play and exchange ideals for a bit...hehe.[/size]

[size=1] Ugh. I bought the first Drakengard in the bargain bin of Gamestop once, and it was the worst $10 I ever spent. Repetitive gameplay, completely bland characters, and a horrible plot sent it straight back to the return bin for me. As far as I'm concerned, we're better off without a sequel. - Dane[/size]

[size=1]Hi, guys. I didn?t post in the new sign-up, but if you want info on Abaddon, just read through the first chapter or [b]HTDD[/b], or read the original sign-up. -------------------------------------- Abaddon strode down the deserted streets of nighttime Chicago, his black trenchcoat sweeping the ground. Thoughts raced through his head as they had ever since he left Kuroichi?s side. Since his return to America, Abaddon had taken weeks to review the events that preceded the War of the Blood, and still he had yet to reach a conclusion. Walking into a dark alleyway, his entire body locked up, involuntarily reacting to the presence of a great power. Narrowing his eyes, Abaddon turned his head, surveying his surroundings. The hair raised on the back of his neck, and a reflex brought on by countess years of battle moved his right hand to his longsword. [b]?Where are you? If you?re looking for prey, you?ll find I am no old man , ripe for a beating. Show yourself if you beg for death. Otherwise, scurry away with your life, and leave me be.? ?Large words. They carry not only authority, but power. Such is expected from Abaddon, fourth-lieutenant of the Myrkur Aniol.?[/b] Abaddon drew a sudden breath as a blinding light appeared before him. The faint figure of a man could be seen in the light. Abbadon instantly dropped to his knees, prostrating himself before the figure. [b]?Gabriel. For what reason am I honored with your esteemed presence??[/b] The figure stepped forward, and as it did, the light subsided, revealing the man behind it. Abaddon raised his face to look upon him. The man wore a lightly colored tunic, a scarlet cross emblazoned on it. A golden horn hung from his belt. His golden hair swayed as he let out a joyous laugh. [b]?Oh, can the formalities, Abaddon. The other member of the council aren?t here to witness you actually preforming ancient rites, rare as the occasion may be.?[/b] The man?s fair face spread into a warm smile. [b]?I?m glad to see you again."[/b] Abaddon smirked. [b]?And I you, old friend. But we have time for idle chat later. What really brought you here?? ?Always straight to business, eh? You haven?t changed a bit.[/b]" Gabriel?s face faltered, then turned stone serious. [b]?Something?s happened. Come with me.?[/b] Grasping Gabriel?s hand, Abaddon felt his body become weightless. Then, in a blinding flash, the alley was empty. [center]------------- [b]Rome[/b] -------------[/center] Abaddon walked slowly behind Gabriel through the hallowed halls of the Myrkur Aniol?s inner sanctum. Throwing a pair of large, steel doors open, Gabriel took a seat at a large marble table, shaped like a kite shield. The table itself was inlaid with a finely engraved golden cross, much like the one on Gabriel?s tunic. Seated opposite Gabriel was Uriel, second-lieutenant of the Myrkur Aniol. His shining, silver armor hid a strongly built body, covered in scars from countless wars. Placed before him on the table was his great, winged helm, and propped against his chair was his war-blade, Eden?s Bane, which was said to burst into flame in battle. Placed at the head of the table sat Michael, head of the order of Seraphim, and chief judicator of the Myrkur Aniol. Abaddon quickle seated himself in the farthest chair, in full view of the Council. Michael cleared his throat and placed his hands together in front of him. [b]?Greetings, Abaddon. It has been long since you have graced these halls.? ?It has been long since the Council contacted me, my lord.? ?Indeed it has. Folly on our part, for sure. But let us not speak of this small matter. Are you aware of what has happened in recent weeks?? ?I am not. If you knew were to find me, you must also be aware that I have been abroad, and have been without contact with any Myrkur Aniol for some time. What has happened??[/b] Michael cast a downward, almost sad glance. Standing up, he moved to a large window overlooking a great courtyard. He spoke with his back to the others, showing no other trace of emotion. [b]?Axosiel is dead, Abaddon.? ?What?!? When?how??[/b] demanded Abaddon, rising to his feet. [b]?Murdered, by the hand of Belligeron.?[/b] Abaddon clenched his fists, rage growing in his breast. [b]?That fiend?where is he? I will rend him with my own hands when I-? ?He is of no concern to us, Abaddon. Not anymore. He has met his end.? ?By who?? ?Zuriel. The very reason this meeting has been called to order.? ?Zuriel??[/b] Abaddon sat again, confused entirely. [b]?Yes. He has been named the new leader of the Myrkur Aniol.? ?What? But he is only a child-? ?A fact we well know, Abaddon. His youth brings vitality to the clan, but it will be his downfall. He is too inexperienced, and knows not the ways of war. He will ruin us all.? ?How? We are, after all, the Seraphic branch of the order! We need only-? ?Not anymore, Abaddon. Before his death, we were disbanded?by Axosiel. We know not why, but we suspect there was a plot even before this. The Myrkur ar turning, Abaddon. All but the Seraphic Legions are becoming corrupt and vile, consumed by their own power. We have only one option, and it is also the reason you have been summoned. ?Give me a command, Michael, and I will carry it out to the best of my will.? [/b]Abaddon?s eyes burned with anger, the thought of his proud clan falling infuriating him. He felt the spirit of his sword calling. Calling for battle. Calling for justice. Calling for vengeance. [b]?If Zuriel wishes for leadership of this new, dark Myrkur Aniol clan, than he shall earn it. Gather the old army, Abaddon. Gather our generals. The old shall clash with the new. We shall make war."[/b] -------------------------------------- This should make things interesting, aye Blayze? ^ ^[/size]

[size=1]My noobness knows no bounds. In my haste to post and avoid having to write out all the [color]s and [b]s, I accidentally edited through Shinmaru's pilot interview. If I have it saved, I'll bring it back up again sometime. As it is, however, my newest interview is up, albeit in the first slot. I apologise to all readers for this error, and assure you all, I won't let it happen again. I guess this is what happens when you don't post for two weeks... noobishly, Dane[/size]

[size=1]Dedication, huh? Seems I've been lacking in that area lately...^ ^; Actually, I've been up to my neck in stuff. For one, being the lead in a play and performing six days in a row (along with previous rehearsals) was one. Another was the comp breaking, and another was me losing the status of bachelor. So, there's that...haha. Anyway, since the plays done and the comp is working again (somewhat), I'll hopefully get my [b]OB Chat[/b] revived shortly, along with [b]Faerie Tale[/b]. I'd also love to restart [b]HTDD[/b]. I never really explained the reason for Abaddon's departure, but I'm ready to flesh that out. Count me in, ULX.[/size]

[QUOTE=Kitty][COLOR=Blue][SIZE=1]Ooh! Sounds like fun fun! I wanna be the co-person! Er.. is it co-pilot? Gah. Can't remember. But, alas, I don't care. So meh! I just wanna bug people. Or... >>

[size=1]I finally get a post in here! ^_^ I hope it's okay...[/size] [center][quote][size=1] [u][b]The Kiss[/u][/b][/size] [size=1]Kissing her was wrong. His friends hated her. He knew that. They said she was annoying, a ditz, a clutz. One time, she tripped in the lunchroom, spilling milk, macaroni, and green beans everywhere. Whenever he talked to her, she would blush. His friends would never stop laughing at him. ...so why couldn't he stop?[/size][/quote][/center]

[size=1]Nice way to go out with some quiet dignity, man. I'm sure everyone will remember this outburst and think years later, "Man, that guy knew what he was talking about! He shouldn't have been banned!" Oh, wait. - Dane[/size]

[size=1]Wow, thanks guys. ^_^ I do believe these are the best comments I've gotten on an idea of mine before...hehe. Anyway, like I said, I'll interview Methuselah the next time I see her online. If she, for some reason or another, doesn't get on in the next few days, I'll probably just go to another member. Thanks for reading! - Dane[/size]

[size=1]I'm planning to. Don't be too hard on Shin though. This [u]was[/u] kind of outta the blue, and the aim conversation itself had (on my side) a few typing errors, which was kind of confusing. I'm new at it too. However, I do plan to make another. I'll get around to interviewing Methuselah soon. Thanks for the support! ^_^ - Dane[/size]

[size=1]Sign-ups are closed! Sign-ups are closed! Haha. Dang, this was actually more than I needed...but I can make this work. DemonicElf, Cyriel, Dragons_Bait15, and Daermon_Nashabe, thanks for joining (and all in one night? Yeesh.). Anyway, since this story involves meeting the players gradually and not all at once, this could work. I'm also planning on having some characters leave for a while then reappear later on. I'm a bit busy as of now, but I should have the actual rp set up soon. When I do, I'll outline any final rules and PM people when it's time for them to enter the story. Thank a lot guys, I hope we make this a great game! - Dane[/size]

[size=1][center][b]------------------------ Episode I Guest: [color=mediumturquoise]Kitty[/color] ------------------------[/center][/b] [b]"Hello everyone, and welcome to the show. Today, our guest is the lovely Kitty, fourth member of the infamous Bikini Bandits. So, as she needs no more introduction, Kitty!"[/b] A small, blonde haired girl stepped noisely toward the stage. Her bright blue eyes were half closed, a sleepy expression prevalent on her face. Just before entering the spotlight, she tripped on a step, fell over the chair, rolled across the ground, and landing face up at Dane's feet. There was, of course, abundant cursing throughout. [b]"Umm, hello, Kitty. My, you look lovely. How are you this evening?"[/b] Without moving, a loud, earth-shattering growl came from her stomachular region. In fact, it was so earth-shattering, it was more like a roar. Like a T-Rex was imbedded in her gut. [color=mediumturquoise][b]"I'm hungry."[/b] [/color] replied Kitty, Queen of the obvious joke. [b]"Well, I believe I can help you with that..."[/b] Whipping out a bundle of ridiculously scarlet roses from behind his back, Dane rushed to her side. [b]"I'd like to-"[/b] [color=mediumturquoise][b]"I don't eat flowers." [/color][/b] said Kitty, in quite a matter-of-factly kind of way. Crestfallen, Dane let his boquet hang. [b]"I was going to ask if you would have liked to accompany me to a fine, romantic, Italian dinner for two..."[/b] [color=mediumturquoise][b]"...oh. Pizza it is, then!"[/color][/b] [center]------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thirty minutes and three pizzas later, Dane and Kitty returned to the studio. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] Sitting down, Dane pushed up his glasses and returned to the interview. [b]"So, how long have you been a member of Otakuboards?"[/b] [color=mediumturquoise][b]"About a year and a half, actually. I don't feel old, though!"[/b] [/color] [b]"Should we think you are? What's your standard of an old member?"[/b] [b][color=mediumturquoise]"Hm.. Well, with so many new members that stay for a day and never post.. Well, they're n00bs forever and always at OB. While "old" members are those who've been here as long as they need to have been to be able to post with good quality and obey the rules. And it doesn't hurt to post here for a year or two."[/b][/color] [b]"Mhm..yes, I completely agree."[/b] Dane checked the time since he joined, winced, then looked back at Kitty. [b]"Besides terrorizing the boards as a member of the infamous Bikini Bandits or chatting it up with other members, what do you like to do in your free time?"[/b] [color=mediumturquoise][b]"Video games! Especially handhelds since I spend so much time walking through my small town with my buds. And eating. Definately eating. Reading, too."[/b] [/color] After hearing all her interests, Dane decided to go with the one that wasn't boring as hell. [b]"Video games, aye? You mentioned portables. Do you have a preference in the Nintendo DS and the Sony PSP match-up?"[/b] [color=mediumturquoise][b]"Well, the DS is already out and, of course, I own it." [/b][/color] [b]"Really now? I bet I could whoop you in Metroid : Hunters."[/b] With a slight eye twitch, Kitty leaped across the table and locked Dane in the mother of all Indian-rug-burn-noogie combo attacks the world had ever seen. After several minutes of Dane screaming uncle, Kitty finally released him, and returned to her seat. [color=mediumturquoise][b]"I don't have that game anyway." [/b][/color] [b]"You could have just said so...man..."[/b] After wiping away some coming tears, Dane decided to be the big man and go on with the interview. [b]"Since your time on OB, have you made any close friends, or at least anyone worth mentioning?"[/b] [color=mediumturquoise][b]"Yeah, of course I have! Lots! Who hasn't, huh?!?"[/b] [/color] Dane silently stared at Kitty, remembering the Shinmaru debacle relating to this question. [color=mediumturquoise][b]"Oh, right. The list." [/color][/b] Digging into her strangley pocketless bikini pants, Kitty removed a list of parchment which stretched across the entire room. [b][color=mediumturquoise]"Annie, Baron, DeathKnight, Rhym, Hack Helba (once known as Stuart), Sonata, Phayte, Patronus, and many more. And I can't forget you, Daney."[/color][/b] She finished with an overly done wink. [b]"Subtle. Did you really need all that paper?"[/b] [b][color=mediumturquoise]"No."[/b][/color] [b]"Okay. Now, which part of OB are members most likely to see you at?"[/b] [b][color=mediumturquoise]"The Arena. I sometimes glance into Play it. But I stick to RPing and reading in the OB Anthology. I visit the Lounge, as well. But no WAY you'll catch me in any more debates."[/b][/color] [b]" Hehe. Well, I suppose that's all we have time for. Thanks for stopping by, Kitty. Do you have any parting words for the at-home audience?" [color=mediumturquoise]"Yes! Bring me Pokemon! And make Charles gimme back my sun-hat!"[/color] "...alright. Will do. Well, like I said, that's all the time we have. Kitty, everyone!"[/b] Amid the final audience applause, Kitty lept up to the table. Pressing a button on an oversized watch, she cackled maniacally as the floor erupted beneath her, a giant robotic cat rising into the night sky. Climbing into it's mechanical-but-still-cute head, the automaton blasted off into the stars. Dane sighed and wiped the black soot of the exhaust fumes off his glasses. [b]"Can't anyone leave normally around here?"[/b] [/size]

[size=1]Hmmm...that's a toughy. *tries to remember everyone he's even remotely talked to* Shinmaru, Baron Samedi, and Dragon Warrior are all cool. I don't really know them that well, but they remain on my list of people I should eventually talk to. Hmm...Methuselah and Unborn Lord Xion are always fun. I would say Annie, but I have a feeling she'd be just as annoyed with me in person as she was when I ambushed her on aim... You know what? I don't really know anyone here really well. A new quest begins! *trumpets sound* Make some friggin' friends! Haha.[/size]

[size=1]Alright, sign-ups are looking great! I should probably get this thing started by tomorrow or the day after, so if anyone else wants to join, now's the time. I'm preferably looking for a changeling, dwarf, or gnome at this point, though I won't make it a rule. Thanks a lot guys, this is looking great.[/size]

[size=1] Thanks for joining us, Methuselah! Looks like an rp of mine is finally taking off...yay! ^ ^ Haha. Keep 'em comin', people. I only need two or three more applicants. Anyway, here's Taylor's info: [b]Name[/b]: Taylor Wilson [b]Age[/b]: 9 [b]Race[/b]: Human. [b]Appearance[/b]: Taylor has short brown hair, with bangs that don't quite cover his bright blue eyes yet. He always wears a blue t-shirt and white shorts. His shoes are overly large, with a red and white design. His glasses are large and circular, and often slide down his nose. He always wears his treasured Sugar Bomb Cereal collecters watch on his left wrist. [b]Personality[/b]: Taylor is surprisingly down-to-earth for his age. After he insisted he had seen a fairy in kindergarden he was laughed at and teased by his classmates. He eventually turned his back on fantasy, and began to grow tired of his Mother's stories of witches and goblins, elves and pixies. Upon sight of a magical creature, his first instinct would be to deny it's existence. Deep down, though, there's still a little boy who wants nothing more than to remember what it was like to believe in magic. [b]Sidenote[/b]: Taylor's mother is afflicted with a yet unclear sickness. She isn't bedridden yet, but her coughing has gradually gotten worse, and Mr. Wilson has began consulting physicians. Mrs. Wilson refuses to let Taylor think she is sick. Taylor, however, has begun to notice her increasing symptoms, and is getting worried.[/size]

[size=1]Has anyone else picked this game up yet? I have, and I absolutely love it. Well, FF1, anyway. I don't know why, but FF2 just isn't doing anything for me. Overall though, I'm glad I bought the game. I love being able to pick up a simple rpg that requires nothing but tappin the 'A' button continuously. I need one of those every so often. The gameplay is fun, the characters are classic, and you'll eventually imagine yourself as very clever and witty for naming your Black Mage "Dragon Warrior", or "DW". Trust me, I've been there.[/size] EDIT: Ack, sorry to the Moderator who merged this! I guess I overlooked this topic when I scrolled through the thread titles...ugh. Again, sorry for making you fix that, whoever you are. - Dane

[size=1]Hmmm...after thinking about it, OB Chat [u]does[/u] sound better than The Otakuboards Show...lol. Anyway, thanks Pumpkin, I'm still thinking about it. And I think I will talk to a Mod about it. Keep the comments coming, people![/size]

[size=1]Hey, thanks for joining, Pumpkin. Fiore looks interesting, and your sign-up is good, so welcome! Hehe.[/size]

[quote name='Phayt']HEY! Im not a retard![/quote] [size=1]Actually, I'm going to back wrist cutter on this. We really are. Haha.[/size] [QUOTE]Seriously I do! I could care less whether they were burning in hell or living peacfully in heaven. If such things exist. Im an atheist so... yeah.[/QUOTE] [size=1]Thanks for letting us know...hehe. Anyway, I'm not sure where I stand on this. In my free time I'd definitely choose friends, but if I'm going to be stranded on a desert island, my family would probably be a better choice. Both groups have their ups and downs. Anyway, it doesn't really matter, seeing as we're all one being. I'm a Buddhist, so...yeah. Haha, sorry. Just raggin' on you, man. ^ ^[/size]

[size=1]Okay, I just had a strange daydream for an rp. And yes, this [u]is[/u] because I've spent the last hour watching Space Ghost Coast to Coast v.2. My idea would involve me, a co-player, and our guest. The basic premise is that we would ambush random OBers and get them into a chat room. Then, my partner and I would proceed to ask them questions, like a talk show. The questions wouldn't be CNN quality, but they wouldn't be "do you thnk Shinmaru could woop James?lol", but some kind of medium. After copying and pasting the conversation, we would add in descriptions of the setting, actions, and whatnot. I've already got someone in mind for the co-player, but the guests would range from Mods to newbs, so everyone would be included. Is this interesting at all, or is it too blatant a Space Ghost rip that no one would care for it? Regardless, I think my reputation as a writer is quickly declining...haha. Please, leave comments, good or bad.[/size]

[quote name='RabidInuFanboy][COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Arial Narrow]Wow, just wow. I have never seen an RPG so in-depth as this. I'm really new here so I'm sort of afraid to sign up for fear of being placed in the n00b army from Hell.[/FONT'][/COLOR][/quote] [size=1]You and me both, buddy. ^ ^; Hurrah for the new guys! Hehe. Anyway Jokopoko, this definitely looks cool. I remember reading some of [b]Enter The Net[/b] a while ago, and that was certainly entertaining. All I can say is good luck, I'll look forward to reading about Dagger IX1, Baron Samedi, and Arcadia r0fl p0wN1ng me and RabidInuFanboy here. Hehe.[/size]

[size=1]Hi, everyone. For a while now I've been interested in starting an rp similar to this, but the closest thing, [b]The Great Christmas Caper[/b] didn't garner any support. I suppose if this one doesn't spark any interest either I'll just accept the fact that my writing stinks...haha. Anyway, the title is still under construction, but I think I have the basic meat of the plot is as ready as it will ever be. [b]------------------------------[/b] [b][u][i]Intro[/b][/u][/i] On a warm summer's day the Wilson family pulled into the cracked driveway of 212 Forestwalk Drive. Slowly crawling from the car, the youngest of the Wilson family, little Taylor, grunted as he dropped to the ground, his glasses slightly creeping down his nose. Pushing them up his face, Taylor looked at his new home. The home, though quite old and deserted, had a unique look to it. Vines crawled up the sides of the building, winding around the chimney. Numerous bird nests sat perched along the roof, and the pathway to the front door seemed to need a machete, cluttered as it was with grass, flowers, and dandelions. The whole place seemed like a haunted house splashed with bright green, with bits of yellows and reds mixed in. After Mr. Wilson cleared a path through the jungle of plants, he opened the main door with a slow creak. As Taylor took a step in, an audible squeak was heard, and a rat scampered across the upper banister, spilling dust into the air, the particles drifting through the rays of sunshine spilling in through a broken window. "Why are we staying here again, mom?" he asked, a touch of concern nibbling at the back of his mind. "Oh, honey, I told you! Your Great-Uncle David is letting us stay at his old summer home this season! Your father can work out of the house, and we all needed a break from the hustle and bustle of the city." Taylor merely glanced at her, then stared at his shoes, letting out a sigh. "Oh, don't give me that, honey. You know, I had so much fun here as a little girl! Did I ever tell you those stories? Abou-" "[u]Yes[/u], mom, you told me. Fairies and dwarves and elves and talking trees...how old do you think I am? I'm almost 10. I'm not a baby anymore." Taylor's mom looked out the window for a bit, staring at the forest behind the house. He sighed and closed her eyes. "Oh, my boy...sometimes, maybe you should [u]try[/u] believing in those things. If only for a second..." Suddenly, Mrs. Taylor's face tightened, and she gave a loud cough. Bending over slightly, she continued to cough, eventually holding the windowsill for support. Mr. Taylor raced into the room, supporting her arm and helping her to stand. "Honey, are you alright? I told you, you shouldn't be up and about in your condition..." "I'm fine, I'm fine. It was just the dust." Noticing her son's concerned face, Mrs. Taylor smiled. "Really, I'm fine! Now go and unpack. I promise, we're going to have a wonderful time here. Just you wait!" With that, Taylor slowly started upstairs to his room. Little did he know how true his mother was; this was going to be the summer of his life. [b]------------------------------[/b] This rp will take place mostly in the forset behind Taylor's temporary home. Aside from a girl, all other players will be forest spirits (elves, faries, gnomes, dwarves, ect.). Since Taylor will meet the other players by exploring the forest, I'll be PMing people after Taylor stumbles across them and they can introduce themselves. [b]------------------------------[/b] [b][u][i]Race info[/b][/u][/i] [b]Human[/b] - The main character. I also wish to have one other human player, preferably a girl. - Taken by [b]Danethol[/b]. One spot remains. [b][color=magenta]Fairy[/color][/b] - Very similar to pixies, fairy's are small, impish people, fairies fly around with insect-like wings, which range in looks from butterfly to dragonfly. Though they love pranks now and then, fairies are generally good-natured creatures that don't wish harm of cruelty on others. Get along well with elves and changelings. - [b]Methuselah, Bloody_Moon, Dragon_Bait15[/b] [b][color=purple]Pixie[/color][/b] - Very similar to fairy's, pixies are essentially fairy's with a mean streak. With wild hair, face-paint, and crude clothes, pixies are also fond of pranks, although theirs are more mean-natured than those of the fairies. Enjoy annoying fairies, elves, and dwarves. - [b]Pumpkin[/b] [b][color=dimgray]Gnome[/color][/b] - Very similar to dwarves, gnomes are about three feet high and are experts at hiding. Their disposition towards humans has never really been documented, because instead of threatening or welcoming people, gnomes choose to hide away and refuse all contact. The shyest of the races. Prefer to keep to themselves. [b][color=darkred]Dwarf[/color][/b] - Very similar to gnomes, dwarves are less shy of people, but are far more rude. Known to make up insults on the spot and anger quickly, dwarves are nevertheless more rude than actually mean. Hate goblins and pixies, tolerate all others as long as they don't bother them. [b] Daermon_Nashabe[/b] [b][color=orange]Elf[/color][/b] - A bit taller than dwarves and gnomes, elves are frequently known to befriend people, and are often said to dance and play with children. Good natured and kind, elves are the easiest of the races to make friends with. Get along well with fairies and changelings. - [b]kairiKIce2, DemonicElf[/b] [b][color=seagreen]Changeling[/color][/b] - About the same height as gnomes and dwarves, changlings are green skinned, rambunctious forest spirits. With the ability to transform into any forest-dwelling plant or animal, changelings rival gnomes in their stealth and hiding abilities. Fond of playing with children, Changelings often take the form of a cat, dog, or bird so the child is not startled by their appearance. Though slightly hyperactive, Changelings are essentially a very nice race. Get along well with fairies and elves. [b]Cyriel[/b] [b][color=darkolivegreen]Goblin[/color][/b] - I only want one of these. Ugly, bald, and around the same height as gnomes and dwarves, Goblins are the most mean-spirited of the forest spirits. Known to fart in sleeping fairy colonies and toss acorns down on enraged dwarves, goblins are the most detested denizens of the forest. Even the pixies, who enjoy a mean joke every so often, steer clear of outright bullying goblins. Hate and are hated by all other kinds of spirits. - Taken by [b]WarCraftGOD[/b] [b]------------------------------[/b] [b][u][i]Sign-ups[/b][/u][/i]: [b]Name[/b]: American name for the other human, make-believe for the spirits. Try to refrain from Japanese. [b]Age[/b]: Under 11 for the girl, anything for the spirits. [b]Race[/b]: One girl, one goblin, and any number of fairie, gnome, dwarf, elf, pixie, and changling. [b]Appearance[/b]: Written or picture is fine. [b]Personality[/b]: What the character is like. This includes general behavior, attitude towards humans, likes and dislikes, ect. [b]------------------------------[/b] Well, I guess that's about it. I'm ideally looking for a cast of about four to five or so people, with only one other person and one goblin allowed. The other races are free game. Enjoy, and thanks for reading! - Dane[/size]

[size=1][b]Name-[/b] Jonathan Ames [b]Age-[/b] 45 [b]Gender-[/b] Male. [b]Appearance[/b]- .:See Attachment:. Jonathan generally wears worn, dark clothing, most of which is left over from his travelling days. He seems to have a perpetual beard, and seems to never touch his hair. His overall appearance is rather unkempt, and he much prefers it that way. He always wears an old dark cowbot hat, which he only removes to play the organ, or when he's in the presence of Father Kiernan. [b]Personality-[/b] Silent to the congregation of the church and the other priests, Father Kiernan is the only person he ever really speaks to. It's rare to see John crack a smile, and equally as hard to see him surprised by something. The quiet caretaker of the church, Jonathan is looked on with contempt by a few, but truly loves the church, and is fiercly loyal to his deep gratitude and friendship with Father Kiernan. Though he seems to have less faith in God than one would expect for a man with his job, Jonathan has occasionally been seen privately fingering the cross locket he always wears, eyes closed, as if in deep thought. Whether or not his thoughts are directed at God or someone else is yet unknown. He is never asked of his past, and never speaks of it. [b]Occupation-[/b] Organist, custodian, technician. [b]Bio-[/b] Jonathan Ames met Andrew Kiernan nearly ten years. Kiernan cautiously opened the doors of the church during a fierce storm after hearing incessant knocking and the repeated cry of "God, help me!". As rain swept into the building through the entryway, Jonathan collapsed, nearly unconcious on the steps. His breath reeked of alcohol, and his eyes were swollen from tears. As Andrew helped him to his feet, he was startled to see blood on Jonathan's hands. Blood that was not his own. Lowering him to a relief bed, Kiernan started to the phone to call the police. John's hand suddenly shot out and grabbed the priest's own. Fumbling under his shirt, Ames drew out a square, silver locket with a gold cross engraved in the center. Pressing a hidden latch, the locket opened to reveal the yellowed picture of a beautiful, black-haired woman. John pleaded with Kiernan not to turn him in, not to let anyone know he was there. Before the stunned priest could reply, Ames slipped into unconciousness. Kiernan kept Ames in his back room, and slowly nursed him back to health. John never questioned why the priest was helping him, and the priest never asked Jonathan why he had appeared at his doorstep. An unspoken trust had formed between them. One day, to Kiernan's surprise, he arrived at the church to find Ames up, sweeping the floor. When asked why, Jonathan said it was the least he could do to repay his debt. To this day John has spent every minute silently repaying that month, though Kiernan has long since given him permission to leave. Jonathan refuses to go, however, and when asked why, will only reply he still has work left to do. He will do anything to help Kiernan, will never question why, and will never ask of anything in return. [b]NOTES[/b] - Seeing as my character acts as a supporter of Kiernan, I suppose he should only show up when Kiernan has need of him. Also, for people that feel the need to mod him in a post: - The only person he shows respect is Kiernan. He always takes his hat off when speaking with him. He only refers to him as "Father Kiernan". - The only person that has permission to call him "John" is Kiernan. To everyone else he's either Jonathan or Mr. Ames.[/size]

Hey, sorry about that major character overhaul, ULX. I decided the breaker guy wasn't working for me, so I wanted to try something different, which in this case means his complete opposite. Sorry if this throws things off a bit. ^ ^;