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[b]Name:[/b] Mike Olivo [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 19 [b]Appearance:[/b] Mike is a tall, fairly slender young man. He stands around 6'11'' and weighs in at a lean 160 lbs. Mike enjoys keeping himself in shape through a variety of martial arts activities, so his muscles are fairly toned. He is usually seen wearing large, oversized clothing. Dark blue and brown jeans which often fall off his bttom are a favorite fashion item for him as is a large brown shirt with a dark navy blue hoody. He normally wears a pair of white and dark blue Umbro sneakers. His hair is a trimmed dark black which he keeps lifted in the front. His eyes are clear brown and his skin tone is a deep tan. He has a faily handsome, if not sloppy, looking facial structure, which he keeps normally unshaven with a scraggly mustache and small amounts of chin stubble. Sharp, thin sideburns follow his jaw bone down his face. He often carries himself in a care free, lethargic demeanor. [b]Story-Snippet:[/b] Mike wandered through out the old, decrepit house. The decaying corpse of what used to be a warm, hospitable home for some individual, or family. A large industrial flash light in his right hand was the only source of light in the abandoned place. Light fixtures hanging from the ceiling hung cobwebs and insect nests over his head. The walls were styled in a tacky old wallpaper, though the details of the design were difficult to notice in the moving darkness. Mike wasn?t sure why he had decided to enter this place. Maybe it was his latent curiosity, or possibly he just wanted to test his own bravery and to overcome something which had intrigued him for ages. Whatever the case was, he was here now, and all alone in the house which, by legend and fact, was once home to the victims of a cruel and merciless murderer. A psychopath without a conscience or remorse. Mike?s mind rationalized with itself to stave of fear. Death was death, and life ended on this Earth once a person died. [i]No such thing as ghosts[/I]. He uttered mentally as he listened to his echoing foot steps in the hall way. Each and every creek and crack in the floor caused his hair to stand on end, even though he wore an expression of calmness. He had been walking for a while, and began thinking to himself that maybe there was nothing of interest in his place. That he had only wasted time and emotion on the children?s horror-house. As he came to the end of a long hall way, he brought the flashlight up to see view a large, classy-looking painting of a young, beautiful woman garbed in an expensive 1940's dress. Spider-webs and dust has formed on the frame and edges of the work of art, but Mike was still able to enjoy the piece. He couldn?t help but notice the young woman?s beauty. Dark, curly hair which seemed to bounce on the girl?s shoulder and off the picture. Deep, dark eyes which looked directly upon the observer Mike gave a slight smirk and shook his head out of disappointment as he turned around. He cracked his neck and looked down the dark hall way which he had come down. He raised the flashlight in his hand to look down into the darkness and then felt his heart fall from his chest and into an abyss of fear. He looked upon a single pale woman standing grudgingly in the middle of the hallway. Her hair matted and hanging by the sides of her face like dead snakes. She looked into Mike?s eyes, gazing upon his horror with eyes like deep, reflective pools of black water. Her skin was pasty, pale, nearly slate grey in tone. A deep, disgusting slash wound across her throat spilt deep red blood and gore onto a white, old fashioned dress she wore very gauntly. Mike stumbled back in sheer terror. The woman stepped forward, and then disappeared, and within a split second, reappeared right in front of him. Mike gritted his teeth and held in a shriek. He then recognized with a deep sense of fear who this woman was, the one in the painting. The legends.... they were true. But Mike couldn?t. He wouldn?t let himself die. No, not to a ghost, not to a spirit. Not to something that couldn?t exist. Gripping the flashlight tightly in his hand, he raised it above his head just as the pale, ghastly woman began raising her hands up, reaching for Mike?s neck...

[color=darkred][size=1] The dark warrior, the saiyan fighter known as Raditz soared through the skies of Earth. His long black hair flowing freely behind him as his body shot through the air. His eye-mounted energy tracker had picked up a powerful energy source, nothing compared to Raditz or his companions, but above average for the lowly creatures upon this planet. He looked upon the green environment beneath him and the simple inhabitants of this planet called Earth. Raditz found it strange to see a Namekian upon the planet, but figured it not to matter. Soon this planet would be destroyed along with the weak alien. The planet seemed far too peaceful, and Raditz would show this world the true meaning of chaos along with his brother, whom he would soon find. The energy source was growing closer as he flew from over the land and jetted over a large blue ocean. A small island far into the distance seemed to be the correct location. He boosted his speed and soon found himself within yards of the island which was occupied by several different beings and a single large house. Several of the beings recognized his presence before he could eve make touch down, which Raditz found strange. It was of no concern. He landed with a heavy blast of energy coming from his feet, causing cracks to form in the ground beneath him. The gathering of inferior beings seemed completely shocked by his presence, and rightfully so. Raditz ignored the barrage of questions and insults thrown his way from the blather-mouthed Earthlings and began scanning the group until he set his eyes upon a single tall, muscular figure, garbed in orange clothing and with the long black hair of a Saiyan. Without scanning the man, Raditz knew he had found the one he was looking for. His long lost brother, and Saiyan companion. The failed mission?s operative. Raditz looked him directly in the eyes with a sinister glare and spoke, [b] ?Greetings my dear brother... Kakarott...?[/b][/color][/size] [size=1] [b]OOC:[/b] Forgive the shortness of the post, but I didn?t want to take the entire scene into my own hands, as I know it is quite important.[/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] [b]1.[/b] Uma Thurman [indent][font=trebuchet ms][color=red][center]::Image removed:: Feel free to re-edit with a pic that doesn't distort the site. Like sara said in Post One, 500px or less, please. --Raiyuu[/center][/color][/font][/indent] There is just something amazingly sexy about a woman who knows how to fight. Haha. Also she has great taste in roles and co-created my favorite movie series. [b]2.[/b] Rosario Dawson [img]http://www.comicon.com/thebeat/dawson107.jpg[/img] Same reasons, plus she's just so damn cool in "Sin City". *drool* [b]3.[/b] Beyonce Knowles [img]http://muzica.phg.ro/images/stiri/Beyonce%20Knowles163144945.jpg[/img] Since boyhood I've had a love for this woman. Fascination more like it, wondering "How can a single female be so captivating?". Haha. Also she is with my favorite rapper, which is slightly discouraging, but still shows she has great taste. Haha. [b]Bonus:[/b] Now, I'm not gay or bi, but there is no denying the bodily perfection that is Tony Jaa, the star of "Ong Bak" and the up coming "The Protector" [IMG]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y181/Cybernator/Tony20Jaa-photo.jpg[/IMG] Seriously. This guy is Bruce Lee reincarnated or something.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] I'm poor and don't own an MP3 player, so I'll just write down the first fifteen songs that come to mind. Haha. 1. [b]Jay-Z[/b]: Hard Knock Life 2. [b]Ol' Dirty Bastard[/b]: Brooklyn Zoo 3. [b]AC/DC[/b]: Back in Black 4. [b]Black Sabbath[/b]: Iron Man 5. [b]Ludacris[/b]: Southern Hospitality 6. [b]Wolf Mother[/b]: Woman 7. [b]Sum 41[/b]: Fat Lip 8. [b]Mos Def[/b]: Ghetto Rock 9. [b]Bun B[/b]: Draped Up H-Town Remix 10. [b]Young Jeezy[/b]: Go Crazy feat. Jay-Z/Fat Joe 11. [b]Queen[/b]: Killer Queen 12. [b]Beastie Boys[/b]: Intergalactic 13. [b]Beatie Boys[/b]: Rhymin' and Stealin' 14. [b]Beck[/b]: Loser 15. [b]Paul Wall[/b]: Got Plex I suppose if I owned an MP3 player, that's what would show up. Heh.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] Oh my, it has returned. I do remember one of these threads from about three or four months ago. Well, here goes mine. I personally don't bind myself to a single church or doctrine of belief. I am most definetly a believer in the conventional Christian religion. This means for me, that I personally believe that Jesus Christ was my savior, and was the Son of God. I believe in the Christian God, and what I'd like to believe is also the God of the Judaic and Islamic faiths (this is even stated in the Qaran) and I have no problem with looking outside of the Christian religion for guidance in spirituality. For me, this means that I will read and apply beliefs from such religions as Buddhism, Taoism, and such to basically enlighten myself. I've come to find that Jesus Christ, Mohammed, and Buddha all spread an extremely similar message. So I don't see how I could misguide myself by studying others. After all, if you want to know your own religion better, study others. Learn the differences and find what you personally believe to be true. Do to my open-mindedness when it comes to spiritual and religious matters, I really don't feel comfortable visiting my local churches, do to their own close-mindedness. Baptists, Puritans, and other, stricter, religions scare me off. People do not attend church around here, it would seem, to find their own soul's peace, but to simply show out and use it as a social venue. So for me, my religion and relationship with God is strictly personal. I'll share my views, but I'd never ask someone to change to my own mindset. That is up to them alone to find their own peace. I respect all religions and beliefs. I've only chosen mine because upon review, I've found that it's the one that I can most believe in and that I feel most confident in when it comes down to things. My faith is the only thing that holds me to my religion, not proof. I could be wrong, but so could others. Should the truth evade me, or should none of it been true, then I'll have lost nothing other than lived my life with hope. And you can't be dissapointed if you're dead. Haha. I will have just lived my entire life with hope, even if it was false, at least I had it. A litte extra motivation. That's me. [/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] Gary hung his head out from the side of his cubicle and into the hallway, "Boris!" He called out. When no response came, he brought his voice?s volume up obnoxiously. "Boris!" he repeated. No one came to his aid. He began whining. "Borrriisss... I need heeelppp..." Meanwhile, Myers and Mike came down the hallway towards him. He studied them with slight difficulty, then looked back to his computer screen, reading the varied list of emails he had. He looked to the list, jumbled and unorganized before pointing at them with an outstretched arm. [b] ?Hey! You two! I need somefin? from you?s guys...?[/b] he slurred in a drunken manner. Mike raised his eyebrow and stared at the clearly intoxicated man questionably. Myers, however, became giddy for a task and ran to the man, dragging Mike by the shirt behind him. Myers posted up in front of the lethargic man promptly. [b] ?Sir, yes sir!??[/b] he reported like a soldier to the drunken man. Boris gave the two a strange look before speaking. [b] ?I need ugh...?[/b] Boris looked back to his list of emails, [b] ?...some sombreros and a Pinata full of ....?[/b] he looked bak to the computer screen, [b] ?...porn.?[/b] He gave the two a serious look. Mike?s face matched Myers. They were both shocked and unable to form responses. Gary spoke again. [b] ?Got it? I need that for today... I?m going to have a fiesta!?[/b] he laughed, the smell of alcohol spewing from his mouth. Gary withdrew a small credit card from his pocket and handed it to Myers. [b] ?Eh.....??[/b] Myers let out a strange sound of confusion. [b] ?Dat?s a commmpany card... put it on the bu-budget... they outta pay for it.?[/b] Gary slurred as he retreated back into his cubicle. Myers still held the card in confusion, then looked to Mike. [b] ?Uhm...?[/b] he mumbled, still confused. [b] ?Are you sure we won?t like, get into trouble for his??[/b] Mike questioned Myers, who simply shrugged. Mike sighed. [b] ?Well... let?s go... find those sombrero?s.... and that dirty, dirty pinata.?[/b] Never in his wildest dreams did Mike ever figure he?d say those words or be placed in a position such as this. The two friends made their way out of the office and onto the street. The two didn?t know where to start. They decided to begin by walking down the block to a local costume shop, where they nervously purchased a stack of large sombrero hats. They attempted their best to avoid any questions or eye contact with the store owner. They then began scouring the city for a place to buy a special pinata. In actuality, neither of them wanted to find a place that would sell such things. They continued their journey, daring to enter a party shop which featured ?adult novelties? for such occasions. Myers grudgingly asked if they sold any pinatas, they answer being yes much to the two?s disgust. As they uneasily looked through the several, odd-shaped selections, they came to the realization that no one filled pinatas with pornography, or atleast, the two were ready to settle for what they had found thus far. Mike grabbed the least obscene of the group, a large set of breasts and the two quickly paid for it. Myers and Mike, at this point short of breath out of embarrassment, stepped out of the shop, and then realized just how far they had traveled on foot. Now with a stack of strange sombrero?s and a large set of paper-machete breasts, the duo would have to make the journey back to the office on foot... [b]OOC:[/b] Take it away, DW.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] I just came to a realization. You claim Nationalism. However, being proud to be white, I believe, isn't nationalism. Nationalism is to be proud of your nation, correct? "White", last time I checked, isn't a nation. It's a race. So what kind of nation are you so proud of? America? America isn't a white nation. It's a nation of all races and ethnicities. So clear that up for me. What nation are you so proud of? And if you are proud of it, then why do you claim white for you to be proud of? You don't see English nationalists saying they are proud of the French. They are both 'white' nations historically. But they aren't the same nation. They are proud to be English, not white. So what are you proud of? Your race or your nation? And if being proud of your nation makes you a nationalist, then what does being proud of your race make you?[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] On the real, I can't agree with alot of the points you are raising simply for the reason that you're only slowing down the process of easing racial tension for the future. I mean, I have no problem with being proud of your heritage. I mean, you should be. But how can one be proud about a movement which killed millions of innocent people and basically denies people outside their own racial group? Heritage and culture should be celebrated in my eyes, yes. But race should never be held against or over any person. You can be proud to be 'white', but honestly, there is no real point in it. You should look into your actual heritage, be it German, Irish, English, whatever, and celebrate that. Saying you are proud to be White is a very vague ideology, and one that could mislead other people, which it apparently has. I'm said to be white from first glance. I'm proud of who I am, yes. But if it wasn't for 'racial mixing', I know I wouldn't exist, so I can't really agree with you on those things. I'm half Greek. I simply say that I am Greek because it's easier to to say than explain the other half of me from my mother's side which is Cherokee, Irish, English, and Scotish. Because of the Greek part of me, then are you saying that I would make you uncomfortable being around you? Because of the Cherokee part of me? Personally, I have to disagree with you on alot of levels. Some of my best friends, my closest friends, are of different races. African-American, Italian, Latino. My three best friends are of those three groups, but I'd never hold anything against them simply for being anything that I'm not. I'm glad that all of my friends are culturally different. Life would be boring if they weren't. Instead of showing my cultural pride by locking outsiders out, I show them my culture, the things that my culture does with them and they return the favor. That's the right way to show your pride, but knowing what you are actually talking about and sharing it in a positive way, instead of saying "My race is so awesome" you should say "Let me show you how we do things, and maybe you can learn something about my culture. Maybe you can show me some of your's later on." Being closed off helps no one, it just alienates you further from the rest of society. I think we all need to learn to be more culturally proud and less closed off. Show your pride, but don't flaunt it as if it's better than others. That's my two cents. [b]Edit[/b]: The same goes for religions. I mean honestly, you can feel it in your hear that your religion is the correct one, but don't deny all other's and act as though they have no validity. Before you go making accusations as if all other religions have no standing in your own, do some research. And in the mean time, don't deny other people the right to believe what they wish to. If you want to come from a religious stand point, then understand this. God gave us free will for a reason...[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] Chapter 2 is over. For those who were not able to post, you'll have your chance later.[/color][/size] [center][img]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/retri_trib/warintheshadows2.jpg[/img][/center] [size=3][b][u]Chapter 3:[/b][/u] [color=darkred]Dark Revolt[/size][/color] [size=2] [b][u]The Cast:[/b][/size][/u][size=1] [color=darkred] Hyde [b](di.fm)[/b] Nikolai Zashchit [b](Corey)[/b] Nicoleta Devalos [b](Revelation)[/b] [/size][/color] [size=2][b][u]Direction:[/b][/u][/size][size=1][color=darkred] A meeting of the Blood Brood leaders. The three rally their minions and plan to cause a riot/slaughter in which they mean to attack and disrupt the three organizations. Post order doesn't matter, however the first person to post is the one that counts. Do as you wish, two posts a piece.[/size][/color]

[color=sienna][size=1] The pistol bullets left two smoking holes at Diego?s feet. Arturo has fired his pistols quickly at him, however Diego remained unmoving. Diego smiled out of amusement. [b] ?Trying to scare me, Arturo??[/b] he asked in a youthful, but deep voice. Arturo spun his guns around his fingers and placed them in their holsters, his hands resting on the handles. [b] ?More like a test of nerve, amigo...?[/b] He spat in the dirt in front of him. He stood back looking Diego in his fiery eyes. Diego gave out a laugh and placed his shotgun?s barrel onto his shoulder. [b] ?You should know better.?[/b] the two shared a silence for a moment, the wind blowing up a small whirlwind in the sandy road in between them, a testament to the tension between them. They looked each other down for a moment. Then the whirlwind disbursed and Diego brought down his shotgun with a wicked speed. Diego fired off a normal round at Arturo who dodged and rolled to his right, ducking behind a wooden pillar. Diego smirked and loaded two red shells into his shotgun. [b] ?You?re a quick one, hombre...?[/b] he called out to Arturo who looked around the pillar and gave a wink. [b] ?I?ve been told, amigo.?[/b] Arturo laughed to himself and aimed his pistol at him, only to realize that Diego?s shotgun was already aimed at his position. He took his cover again, but that didn?t stop Diego from firing. The rounds made heavy contact on the ground and pillar, a ferocious explosion resulting which sent Arturo into the tavern window which the pillar held up. Diego smiled confidently as he made his way for the tavern. Arturo struggled to his feet, sore from the impact onto his back. He coughed up black smoke and looked over to Diego who had already reloaded. [b] ?Not this time!?[/b] Arturo yelled as he brought his pistols up at a lighting quick speed and firing rapidly at Diego. Diego was shocked by the instant attack and attempted to deflect some of the bullets with his shotgun before dodging to his left, a single round finding it?s way across his calf. Diego growled at his burned and cut leg, the bullet had created a slight gash across his lower right leg. Arturo stepped into the doorway of the tavern in order to find Diego. He was met by him laying on his stomach, his shotgun aiming not at Arturo, but at the window beside him. Arturo was confused for a moment before he realized what was about to happen. [b] ?Adios.?[/b] was all Diego said before firing his shotgun into the window and igniting an enormous explosion within Tavern, the alcohol fueling the flames. Arturo was sent across the entire street, his body striking a wall harshly. He gave out a cry of pain. He felt as though he had just been hit by a truck, and could only growl in agony for a moments before looking up to see that Diego had disappeared. [b] ?Shit...?[/b] he swore under his breath as he scanned the area for his opponent.[/color][/size]

[size=1] I'd prefer to be located in [b]Raccoon City[/b], however either [b]Hyrule[/b] or [b]The Island[/b] will do. I know the most about RC though. I want to be in this because I've heard great things about the first, and I was inticed by [b]White[/b] and [b]Jokopoko[/b]. I want to make this something to remember, and hopefully be part of something big. [color=darkred] [u]From [b]Sengoku[/b]:[/u] It was a dark, dingy night in Owari district. A muddy rain fell upon the shadow-covered city, the only light coming from the blinking neon lights spread across the several run down bars and opium dens covering the desolate town. All sorts of garbage and rift-raft populated the streets. Thieves, rapists, and murderers hung around every corner on a night like this. Most of the civil citizens of the city were hidden away in their homes, heavy locks keeping out intruders. However, a single man walked through the dangerous and dark ally-ways of the decomposing city. A single man, who seemed almost as dirty as the grungy streets. He was an outsider, and his face was covered hidden by a woven brown cloak draped over his head. He wore a blue kimono, it?s color diminished by dirt and grime. He walked slowly, his demeanor carrying a threatening mystery. As he continued his lost journey through the Owari back allies, a group of undesirables came out from around a corner ahead of him. There were five of them, each one more hostile than the next. Their matching crimson jackets signified that they were all members of the local Yakuza gang. They carried with them small weapons, brandishing them to intimidate the approaching stranger. Their scarred, dirty faces were illuminated by the bright pink and green neon lights of the tavern which the outsider was approaching. One of the thugs stepped forward, scratching his face with the barrel of a revolver pistol. Apparently he was a half-blood as his mechanical hand shone in the lights. The cloaked stranger spoke. [b] ?You men have been following me for the past hour... why??[/b] his voice was that of a young, but strong man. A slight bass mixed in with a traveled rasp. He spoke with a loose authority. [b] ?Listen stranger. Everyone in Owari knows that they gotta pay their dues to the Kenzo gang if they wanna stay... alive on night?s like this.?[/b] the lead thug of the group said, allowing his mechanical limb to fall to his waist along with the gun. [b] ?So... you wanna pay up??[/b] [b] ?I don?t require your services I?m afraid.?[/b] the cloaked man said. Stepping forwards to the right of the gang member. The gang member quickly raised his pistol to the strangers head. [b] ?It?s either you pay... or you die!?[/b] he growled, cocking his gun back. [b] ?How about this...?[/b] with that, the cloaked man flung his shroud into the face of the half-blood gangster, causing the other four men to spring into action. A dark stick flung out quickly and struck the first man to approach in the face with a whip like speed, causing him spiral into a wall and fall to the ground. [b] ?You bastard!?[/b] screamed another one as he lunged forward with a large dagger, attempting to stab the man. The dark figure stepped back and grabbed the leader of the group, who was still struggling with the cloak over his face. The lunging gangster stopped to avoid stabbing his ally, which gave the stranger enough time to strike him in the throat with his wooden stick, causing him to fall to the ground, gasping for air. The stranger took the leader and slammed his covered head into a steel wall, spinning around, he kicked the downed man in the face, knocking him out. [b] ?Two more of you. Come on...?[/b] the stranger said, raising his wooden stick and pointing it at the two Yakuza. [b] ?I?ll show YOU!?[/b] said one of them, who?s eye glowed red. He quickly drew a pistol similar to the first one?s and fired into air. The stranger was gone. [b] ?Wha-?!?[/b] before the man could finish, he fell unconscious to the wooden baton in his stomach. The shadowy outsider?s face was still dark. The last gangster could only see a glint of light coming from the mans blazing eyes, causing him to squirm back into the wall in fear. [b] ?Who.... who the hell are you?!?[/b] he screamed as he clung to the wall. [b] ?Heh. I don?t think it?s worth telling scum like you...?[/b] the stranger growled, slowly placing the tip of his wooden baton onto the chest of the terrified gangster. [b] ?But if it were, I?d say Musashi.... Miyamoto Musashi.?[/b] [b] ?Wh-what?! M-M-Musashi!??[/b] the gangster stuttered in fear. The dark figure rose his stick and slapped it across the man?s face, causing him to fall to the ground in writhing pain. [b] ?Scum like you aren?t allowed to speak my name. You? You can call me Kensei.?[/b] he replied with authority, pointing his stick back down at the grounded thug. [b] ?Alright! Alright!?[/b] the man cried out in fear. Musashi looked down to him with slgiht interest. [b] ? Hm... Maybe you can help me...?[/b] [b] ?Fine! Whatever you want, just don?t kill me!?[/b] he continued to squirm upon the muddy ground. [b] ?Tell me, where is Oda Castle??[/b] Musashi growled, looking down to the thug, who looked into Musashi?s burning eyes with deep terror...[/color][/size] [b][center]-------------------------------------------------------[/b][/center] [color=sienna][size=1] [u]From [b]The Bounty lll[/b][/u] Dark grinned as he looked upon the pain on Mask?s face. Apparently it was something he was unfamiliar with, as he had fallen to his knees from a simple stab wound. He pulled the blade out quickly and stylishly spun around while crouched, cutting the net off of his body. He rose to his feet and brought the edge of his Tenga blade down to the base of Mask?s neck. Placing the cold steel against his neck, Dark allowed the blade to bleed him slightly. He looked in Mask?s eyes with a ferocious arrogance and smirked. [b] ?No... I?m not through with you yet...?[/b] Dark growled, bring his knee up quickly with great power into Mask?s chin and sending him through a window, Dark followed his body with his knee still lunging in the air, he landed behind Mask?s downed body. Mask landed onto the dusty ground of dirt, startling all the passers by away, as they all ran away in a frenzy as Dark flew across the air and onto the ground just a foot away of Mask?s head. Mask growled in annoyance and pain as he wiped the blood trickling down his chin away with his hand, rising to a sit slowly. [b] ?Stand and fight, boy...?[/b] Dark barked in the midst of a battle rage. [b] ?Shut up!?[/b] Mask yelled in anger, spinning around with his baton, he tried to strike Dark in the knees. Dark had anticipated this and flipped over the attack, bringing his sword down in a plunge right between Mask?s legs, digging the blade into the ground. Mask looked up to Dark in a slight fear. [b] ?I said... Stand and FIGHT!?[/b] Dark growled again, ripping the blade from the ground and readying himself to slash down on Mask, who quickly scattered to his feet and into a defensive posture. The sun beamed down on both of them as they stared each other down. Mask seemed to be at a point of desperation as he gripped his stun baton tightly, he quickly lunged at Dark as they began trading blows. The sound of clashing steel and electricity providing an intense feeling of battle. Mask rose his hand up in the air to bring his baton down onto Dark?s head, which Dark quickly anticipated and loosed one hand from his sword grip and clasped onto Mask?s attacking wrist. Dark quickly went to cross-slash Mask, who repeated Dark?s move and grabbed his wrist. The two of them gritted their teeth and grunted as they tested for one another?s strength. For a moment, Mask was winning, and then Dark grinned and began pushing onto Mask, bringing down his hands. Suddenly, Mask repositioned his stun baton in his fingers and tagged Dark?s forearm with it, causing him to tighten his holding arm in pain, and his sword hand to loosen and release his sword. The pain of Dark?s intense grip caused Mask to drop his stun baton, and soon, both fighters found themselves unarmed. At this point, Dark began remembering his old training, and looked onto Mask?s struggling face. Dark gave a heave of power, and twisted Mask?s arms over to the side, and began brining knees into his abdomen. Mask quickly flipped over causing both of them to release their grips and look onto each other. Both of them now weapon less, this would show their true strengths. Mask smiled arrogantly and pressed down onto his belt buckle as he began swaying side to side weightlessly, drifting around over the desert sands, he touched his foot on the ground and brought up his fist, he stepped forward at a high speed and lunged at Dark with his fist out. Dark saw him coming and knelt down, cocking back his own fist and unleashing a punch of devastating power into Mask?s belt buckle and stomach. The small device was crushed into Mask?s stomach, causing a small pulse of electricity and the sudden weight gain cause him to fold over Dark?s fist and arm. Dark growled in anger and pushed him off as Mask stumbled back for a moment, trying to regain his footing and center. Mask coughed up a small amount of blood, and looked onto Dark once again, who was grinning in excitement and fury. [b] ?Let?s see how well you fair now, friend...?[/b] Dark laughed to himself in a hoarse voice.[/color] [/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] [b]Character Name:[/b] Raditz [b]Signature Attacks:[/b] [b][i]Double Nova:[/i][/b] Raditz collects an intense amount of ki within both of his outstretched hands and then combines the two orbs into a single, dense ball of energy, which he then unleashes upon his opponent at intense speed, causing an enormous explosion to result. Raditz hasn?t defined his own fighting style past an small array of energy blasts and attacks which he uses in combat. He has began concentrating more unto his style recently, but has yet to produce any original attacks as of yet. He hopes to perfect them within the near future. [b]Special Abilities:[/b] [i][b]Oozaru Transformation:[/b][/I] Upon laying eyes on the full moon or a created alternative, Raditz?s Saiyan body transforms into an enormous beast of war, the dreaded monster apes called Oozaru. The truest form of the Saiyan race. Once in this form, Raditz, and any other of the Saiyan, is nearly unstoppable. [b]Character Chronicles:[/b] 2 years ago... [b] ?So... what?s this place called again??[/b] Nappa questioned in his regular ogre-like voice as he struggled to lift his large body out of his traveling pod. He scanned his desert surroundings confused by the absence of those life. Three searing-hot space pods sat on top a plateau, starlight lighting the flat stone. A long-haired Saiyan stepped out from the pod to Nappa?s left. Raditz. [b] ?Why does it even matter??[/b] he spoke in a harsh tone, his voice gritty and hoarse by nature. [b] ?We?re just gonna wipe it out anyways...?[/b] He scratched the top of his messy black hair as he scanned the area himself. [b] ?Oh now, Radtiz...?[/b] came a scrappy, deep voice from the right. A short, however, intimidating Saiyan with tall hair. Vegeta. [b] ?We must aid Nappa in the expansion of his small mind...?[/b] he teased the bald Saiyan. Raditz sniggered a the joke as Nappa grumbled under his breath. Vegeta shot a glance over his way. [b] ?This planet is called Hanzan. A desert planet inhabited mostly by a race of sand dwelling humanoids. Weaklings....?[/b] [b] ?That?s a shame... I?m getting tired of all this fodder we?re having to clear out.?[/b] Raditz growled as he stepped to the edge of the plateau and scanned the area with a small screen-device over his right eye. He stopped over a single area in the sands for a moment. He had found something. The resulting number stopping over the area was fairly low. [b] ?...might aswell be stomping on insects...?[/b] Vegeta walked over to him and looked in the same direction as him, scanning it with his own device. [b] ?Found something have you??[/b] he asked interested. [b] ?Yeah... I?ll handle it.?[/b] he sighed as he slowly levitated into the air and towards the desert. Nappa scurried over to Vegeta in confusion. [b] ?Hey! Hey! Where the hell is he going?!?[/b] [b] ?He?s going to handle some business...?[/b] Vegeta replied solemnly. [b] ?Aw! Come on!?[/b] Nappa complained immaturely, as was his nature. [b] ?Silence! Let us watch..?[/b] Vegeta growled as he observed Raditz slowly ascend over the desert. Raditz?s hair blew in the desert wind wildly. He looked over a small alien encampment, short beings scurrying amongst themselves, unaware of the approaching death above them. His face grew disapproving. He was truly bored with his recent missions under Freiza. He was even more upset with the other beings he was forced to work with. Nappa and Vegeta were of his kind, and they were the only two keeping him attached to Freiza to begin with. For a moment, he reminisced over his father and his brother, both of them still alive. He was deeply shamed by his father?s cowardice in the face of death. He held hope for his brother, and dreamt of reuniting with him soon, some day. However, work was at hand. Raditz began concentrating his energy and power within. His muscles and tendons tightened with intensity. He gripped his fists and gritted his teeth as a golden aura surrounded his body. He began growling as he focused his ki. He quickly stuck out his hands, extending them to outwardly. Vegeta watched amused as he watched the attack charge. Nappa stood back in anger, watching Radtiz grudgingly. Orbs of golden light formed within both of Raditz?s palms, pulsating with dense energy. Raditz laughed to himself slightly. [b] ?Heh... it begins...?[/b] he then brought his hands quickly together, causing the two orbs to form into a single, slightly larger, ball of energy. It rumbled with it?s intense density as he growled fiercely. Then he gave out a fierce battle cry, [b] ?DOUBLE NOVA!!!?[/b] he called out. With that, he unleashed the golden orb into alien camp with immense speed. The golden orb made contact, and with it, a flash of light went off, and then a ferocious explosion rising into a mushroom cloud. The camp and the area around it was decimated, a large fire being the only remains of the small village. Vegeta looked upon the destruction with a delighted smile. Nappa gave an unamused ?humph? at his reply. The flames of death glowed in Raditz?s eyes as he gazed upon his work with an uncaring scowl. His soul felt empty. He was unsatisfied... [/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] I learned more about sex through second hand knowledge and listening in, than I did from school. I basically knew everything I needed to know by Sex Education. When that came, I was really suprised to the amount of retards who believed myths and what not. I learned from movies, reading, conversation, and all that. Basically, I picked it all up subconciously. I never went about trying to learn how to do things or how they worked. I just applied common sense to what I had heard and things came naturally. For me, sex is more important on a romantic, emotional note than a physical one (however, it does get quite frustrating when I have it available for a very long period of time, and then not at all upon a relationship's end). I think if you make love or have sexual relations with a person, it should be out of passionate love, instead of just wanting to get some. Also from my experience, it's more enjoyable when it's an intinctive, heat of the moment thing, and not planned out. Better for the experience. Heh. I can't stand jumping into things without foreplay. Might as well not do it at all, atleast, that's how I feel. It's no fun when there's no feeling or romance about it. So my short answer for that topic is, yes. Sex is good. It's fun, and healthy for a relationship, but only when it goes by 'making love', if you know what I mean. Too bad it's been... months.... since I last did. I need to get back into the game...[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] I sent you a PM concerning my wish to play [b]Raditz[/b] with a different fate at hand. I am very interested in this, DBZ being my first loved anime, I still have a soft spot for it. Check it out.[/color][/size]

[center] [img]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/retri_trib/warintheshadows2.jpg[/img] [/center] [size=3][b][u]Chapter 2:[/b][/u] [color=darkred]Night Life[/size][/color] [size=2] [b][u]The Cast:[/b][/size][/u][size=1] [color=darkred] Everyone is to post this round save the Blood Brood. Next chapter is yours.[/color][/size] [size=2][b][u]Direction:[/b][/u][/size][size=1][color=darkred] After the meeting between the powers ends, the members all retire to their homes. In this chapter, we see the regular lives of the operatives within each organization. Feel free to post more than once. This posting will be open for a while. Two or three days depending on the amount of posting I see. Begin as soon as possible. Also, if you plan on including other people?s characters in your post, please okay it with them so that there are no confusions. Enjoy. [/size][/color] [b][center]----------------------------------------------------------[/center][/b] [color=darkred][size=1] [b] ?Very good, gentlemen.?[/b] The Admiral gave a polite nod as he stood up. [b] ?This meeting has indeed been productive. The GSD shall contact your organizations for further planning. Good evening to you both.?[/b] with that, the Arch Duke and Father Crowland stood in a similar fashion and nodded. The three parties made their ways out of the dark room in opposite directions. David, briefcase in tow, and The Admiral walked down the lit hallway, the florescent lights shutting off as they passed them. David held the door open as The Admiral slowly stepped out. [b] ?That went well, I suppose.?[/b] David said to him. The Admiral gave a hoarse laugh as he stepped onto the sidewalk with hin cane. [b] ?Much better than I had expected. Now, let this old man retire for the day.?[/b] He chuckled to himself as he made his way back to their car, opening his door and slowing sitting in. David looked both ways down the street before making his way to the car, unlocking the trunk with his remote. He allowed it to slowly lift and placed his large briefcase back into place with a loud metallic rattling. Closing the trunk, David laid his hands on the shining metal, looking up to the starlit sky for a moment before making his way around the Royce and opening up the driver?s door. He seated himself slowly and started the engine. Looking back he spoke to The Admiral. [b] ?To HQ or your home??[/b] he asked him. [b] ?Take me to Headquarters. I?m still not all that trusting of the Lowendove. There is a chance they could be tracking us still. Would be no good if they?d find my home.?[/b] The Admiral replied seriously. [b] ?Righto.?[/b] David said shortly as they took off. The ride to Headquarters went without a hitch as they passed the security lock and pulled into the dark, below-ground parking lot of the large, but secretive building. Parking the vehicle, the two stepped out at the same time. David once again withdrawed his large briefcase from the trunk. Then, stepping over to The Admiral, David handed him the keys to the vehicle. [b] ?I?m gonna head home now, old friend. Take care of yourself...?[/b] David said with a smile to him. Gripping the keys into his hand and placing them into his pocket, he gave David a playful knock to the leg with his cane. [b] ?Will do, old chap.?[/b] he laughed, turning around and making his way to one of the floor elevators. David laughed and began the walk home from the Headquarters. Passing the security guards, he ducked around the dark corner of the hidden skyscraper and made his way down the sidewalk. It was an unusually peaceful night on the streets. Clear skies, no vampires or druggies lurking in the corners. It was a rare calm that David experienced. The moon illuminated the streets well, almost canceling out the streetlights which lined the sidewalk. Parked cars and the sound of electricity were his company as he made his way home. He thought to himself absently of the future. The war and blood shed to come, and the odd partnerships newly made. He decided not to worry about it, but he wondered. These scattered thoughts remained with him as he approached his apartment building. The tall, eight-story complex had residents from all walks of life, but David doubted that any of them were as strange as he. For all they knew, he was just a young business man who worked the night shift at the office. He could only wish. He reached into his pocket as he climbed up the stoop steps, withdrawing another set of keys. He used one to unlock the main door, then he made his way up the hallow stair case, his steps echoing through out the halls as he carried his long briefcase over his shoulder. He was uncharacteristically tired on this day. More mental strain that he?d had to put up with in a long time. Seeing Whistler once again didn?t help his mind rest. Reaching the sixth flight of stairs, David was finally at his home. The old, brown door was welcoming to him as he used another key to open the entrance. He allowed the door to slowly open on it?s own. He went to reach for the lights, but stopped as he saw a beautiful young raven-hair woman standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall. Her body illuminated by the moonlight filling in from the windows, he smirked. [b] ?Evening, babe...?[/b] David?s words warranted a smile from the woman. Julia...[/color][/size]

[color=darkred] [size=3][b][u][center]Diego El Greco[/b][/u][/center][/size] [size=1][list] [*][b]Gender:[/b] Male [*][b]Age:[/b] 22 [*][b]Appearance:[/b] Diego stands at 6'2", weighing in at a slender 164 lbs. He has a pale tan on his skin, a sharp facial structure, and a fit body. He has clear brown eyes and slickly combed black hair which hangs from the back of his head stylishly. He has a face clean of hair save sharp sideburns on his jaw line. He dresses himself in a slick black suit with no tie and an open jacket, along with a white under shirt. He has a single scar over his left eye, lined over his the socket. He also has two tattoos on top of his hands. One of the sun, and the other of a crescent moon. [*][b]Weapons:[/b] A single customized sawed-off, double barreled shotgun. The weapon, while old fashioned, highly effective, along with the three specialized shell-types which he carries with him. Regular green shells are normal rounds. The red shells are explosive rounds. The blue shells are stun rounds which fire rubber pellets. Diego is a master of this weapon in all aspects, long and short range. He has affectionately nicknamed the weapon ?Maria?. [b][URL=http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/SPS/SPS005/1292R-705.jpg]Ms. Maria[/URL] [/b] [*][b]Personality:[/b] Diego is a charismatic joker. He enjoys his life, and the work he does. While he does not enjoy killing without reason, it?s not something he worries himself deeply about. For him, death and killing are both romantic ideas. He glorifies himself and his work as if he we?re an old west gunslinger. And in theory, he is. [*][b]Extra Info:[/b] Diego El Greco is actually a mysterious individual despite his colorful personality. He only came into Cacto Que Muere two years prior before his duel. However, he quickly shook things up in the underground scene with his wild gunplay and effective style of fighting. His current boss scattered to have him under his ranks. Diego has enjoyed the work so much, that he?s decided to stay in the city just long enough to have either his greatest fight, or his last... [/color][/size][/list]

[color=darkred][size=1] With their exchange of words, Dark and The Mask sped at one another. Dark felt as though Mask?s black out had awoken something in him. He doubted that he?d be able to overpower Mask as easily as before. As they ran at one another, Mask flew into a spinning aerial kick, coming around with his heel attacking Dark?s head. Dark quickly ducked, causing Mask to fly clear over his head and body. Dark quickly countered with a rising kick, his boot?s toe connecting with the base of Mask?s spine. Mask took the attack and rolled into the sand, hand springing back onto his feet as if nothing had happened. Dark laughed to himself as he watched Mask?s newly regained grace. [b] ?Hah. Nice move there.?[/b] Mask smirked to himself to the Dark?s response. Suddenly, his eyes opened up slightly confused as he saw what seemed to be the other bounty hunter, Quell Danjer, barreling from around a corner, holding on to his hat tightly as he was followed by his sister?s wheels. Looking back, Quell made sure that he had successfully dodged the wheels before running dead into Dark?s back with a heavy thud. Dark and Quell were both grounded, slightly disoriented by the heavy impact. As the two lay on the ground, Andrea came from around the corner, trading a confused look with her brother. [b] ?Hah. So he made you take that stuffy thing off, eh??[/b] she joked to her brother as she motioned towards her face. Mask laughed to himself. [b] ?Aye. He?s putting up a pretty good fight. Though it would seem God has smiled on us today... look at them...?[/b] Mask pointed to Quell and Dark attempting, and failing, to come back to their feet. [b] ?Hah. Let me handle this then....?[/b] she said arrogantly. Andrea began twirling her blades in her hands. Then she loosed them unto the two downed warriors in an arch for their necks. However, things where not as they seemed. As they blade came to Quell, he quickly spun up his revolver and blasted the weapon out of the air. Dark, in return, quickly spun from the ground twice and sweep-kicked the unsuspecting Mask to the ground. Meanwhile, Quell had began firing off rounds at Andrea, who caught her fire blade, which was thrown at Dark, and began running to the side to dodge the gunfire. Dark attacked the downed Mask quickly, driving two sharp punches into his chest, before he could roll out of the attack and to his feet. At that moment, Dark and Quell stepped back to back with one another. Dark was in a empty-handed fighting stance, ready to attack Mask at any moment as soon as he made a move. Quell had his guns loaded and ready to fire on Andrea should she peek out her head. The battle would end soon...[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] The three parties entered the dark dining hall almost simultaneously. The coordinated timing of it gave each person in the room a comfortable feeling of punctuality. The room was barely lit, a single hanging lamp illuminating a large round table set in the center of the room. Each leader walked up to the table and took a seat slowly, their bodyguards standing solemnly behind them. The Admiral sat upright as he addressed the shadowy figures on the other ends of the table with a nod. David stood like a sentinel behind him, holding the large brief case ominously at his side. The Admiral cleared his throat and spoke out with authority. [b] ?Good evening, lady and gentlemen.?[/b] he gave a courteous nod to the vampiress accompanying the Arch Duke. She didn?t reply in anyway, simply standing at attention beside her leader. [b] ?I trust you all understand our reason for this meeting of our powers.?[/b] The Admiral silenced for a moment as the Arch Duke and Lowendove Master gave bows and nods. [b] ?Good...?[/b] he continued. [b] ?These roguish vampires of the Blood Brood. They have disrupted and attacked all three of us individually. They have done great amounts of damage to the Guild?s field agents, as well with operatives under the AVC. I understand that they have also attacked several church hideouts of your sect aswell, Father.?[/b] Father Crowland nodded his head to The Admiral. [b] ?This is true. Which is why we agreed to this meeting. We all seem to have come to the realization that we must end the blood shed between us momentarily in order to deal with a greater threat amongst us.?[/b] Arch Duke Richelieu nodded, and placed his hands interlocked onto the table. He hunched forward and spoke. [b] ?The same can be said for our order aswell, Mr. Crowland. However...?[/b] The Admiral spoke up. [b] ?....however... how can our groups come to trust your?s? You have been our enemy for centuries, Father. Forgive us if we are untrusting off hand.?[/b] Suddenly, the bodyguard with Crowland shouted out [b] ?You dare question our integrity!??[/b] he reached his hand into his jacket pocket quickly, causing David to drop his brief case with a loud thud onto the ground. [b] ?I wouldn?t advise any sudden movements, Whistler...?[/b] David growled in warning. The priest and David shared a stare for a moment. Father Crowland reached his hand up onto Whister?s shoulder. [b] ?Do not worry, Jakob. Calm yourself.?[/b] he attempted to calm his companion. Whistler gave a harsh look to David once again and back down behind Crowland. David knew Whistler and what he was capable of from his days back in the Brotherhood with him. He wouldn?t be taking any chances. Crowland spoke again, [b] ?Do not worry yourselves. Until this threat is taken care of, we have no ill will unto you. Our intentions are to settle this Blood Brood affair as soon as possible. This alliance between the three of us is required for that to be successful.?[/b] The Admiral cleared his throat once more. [b] ?Very well then. That clears up all the concerns from the GSD... do either of you two have anything more to say about this?[/b] He awaited an answer from either party member... [center][b]-------------------------------------------------[/center][/b] [b]OOC:[/b] Blayze should be posting next. Then Athena again. Then I'll end the meeting a begin the next chapter.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] [b]Kindergarden:[/b] Teacher's should really have more patience with young children... I mean seriously. I only punched him in the mouth because he was screaming in my ear. [b]1st Grade:[/b] Egyptian girl needs help. I'll save her. Also, the Mosquito Song. [b]2nd Grade:[/b] That 2nd Grade didn't teach me anything memorable. [b]3rd Grade:[/b] Why am I the only white person in the room? Oh well. Riding a big bike is fun. [b]4th Grade:[/b] Awesome. I'm back on a military base. Holy poop. Dragon Ball Z! [b]5th Grade:[/b] My friend Marven taught me how to trace Dragon Ball Z pictures! Also, I totally dig The Chronicles of Narnia movie and Monster Rancher. What's that? I'm moving to GERMANY!?!?! [b]6th Grade:[/b] Wow... German teenagers really hate American kids. Oh well. I kissed a girl. That's a plus. Also, wicca girl in class is fine as hell. German is hard to learn to speak, but the teacher is nice. "Cirque Du Freake" is a cool book... also "Holes". [b]7th Grade:[/b] What's that? I'm moving to KANSAS?!?! Awesome. Middle school and lockers rock. I'm digging that Eight Grade girl, Lauren. Maybe I'll ask her out... score! Wait... your friend? Sure, why not? Score! I just made out for the first time. Hm? School dance? Sure. Score! Three-girl dirty dancing! Dreams do come true! [b]8th Grade:[/b] Basketball. Basketball. Basketball. Breakdancing and Basketball. Family Guy? Sure! Basketball. Tae Kwon Do class? AWESOME! Martial arts and Basketball. What's that? I'm moving to South Carolina? This outta be fun.... Damn it! This totally sucks... oh well. I'm getting the girls atleast. Boy, people sure think it's shocking that I date black girls down here... but it didn't work out. That blonde girl sure is hot... maybe I'll ask her out. SCORE! [b]9th Grade:[/b] Me and that blonde girl are still steady. Boy o' boy, my first sexual experience. High school is alright. ROTC? Sure... man this uniform sucks... man... this class is boring. I don't know anyone. Why am I the only person who can pass PT? What the hell? Blonde girl... more sexiness? Awesome. [b]10th Grade:[/b] Man. I can't believe I survived Freshmen year. PE and Art are fun, everything else sucks. Me and that blonde girl are still together. What's that? Year 2 in the relationship? Wow.... man... we've grown apart... man... I'm starting to hate her... man. I can't believe she broke up with me! Wait, what!? Only two weeks left in school?! Crap! Now for a booty-less summer... [b]11th Grade:[/b] I'll let you know in two weeks.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] Eventually, yes. The four members will accompany one another often. It just depends what I have planned for missions. Please give any suggestions or wishes you have for such things.[/color][/size]

[color=darkred][size=1] While I myself classify with Hip Hop dance, I have a few friends/assosciates who do hardcore dancing. From what I've seen, it can be either the whole 'mosh pit, beat each other up' thing or you can do the more defined dances, such as the weaving legs or whichever. From what I've heard, there are seperate areas for both things within the crowd itself. Like, the dancers try not to get mixed up with the people beating the pulp out of each other. While I can't say it's my scene, I know what it is, and I've seen it. I respect that they have their own thing, and I'm happy that other white people can actually dance without looking like fools. ;) Try looking up some moves.[/color][/size]

[color=red][b][size=1]Warning! The following RPG contains mature elements. This includes violence, gore, blood, language, and sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.[/b][/color] [color=black] [center][b][u]Underground Threads[/b][/u][/color] [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=54730][color=sienna]The Lowendove Brotherhood[/color][/URL] [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=54731][color=dimgray]The Guild of Supernatural Defense[/color][/URL] [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=54732][b]The Alliance of Vampire Clansmen[/b][/URL] [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=54733][color=darkred]The Blood Brood[/color][/URL] [/size] [img]http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/retri_trib/warintheshadows2.jpg[/img][/center] [size=3][b][u]Chapter 1:[/b][/u] [color=darkred]The Blood Oath[/size][/color] [size=2] [b][u]The Cast:[/b][/size][/u][size=1] [color=darkred] David Sumerkalis [b](The Boss)[/b] Father Jakob Whistler [b](Blayze)[/b] Amelia Bernadette [b](Athena)[/b] [/size][/color] [size=2][b][u]Direction:[/b][/u][/size][size=1][color=darkred] The three original groups of the Brotherhood, the GSD, and the AVC have ordered a meeting of it?s leaders. With each leader, there is assigned a bodyguard. The Lowendove has sent Father Whistler as their body guard of Father Alistair Crowland. The GSD has sent David Sumerkalis to guard Admiral Rockwilder. The AVC has sent Amelia Bernadette to guard Arch Duke Richilieu. The three are groups hold a meeting. Write about the arrival into the secret location (a generic, seedy building) and their set up. Afterwards, we will have another round of posts in conversation from each side. [b]Blayze[/b] and [b]Athena[/b], you will be representing your groups through your posts. Then I?ll end the meeting.[/size][/color] [center][b]----------------------------------------------------------[/b][/center] [color=darkred][size=1] It was a bright, starlit night over London, England. The large, full moon shone brilliantly over the city, passing it?s soft glow through the buildings and reflecting off of glass and windows. A single, black Rolls Royce crept through a back ally street. It?s windows were black-reflective tinted. Within it rode two men. The one driving was a young looking man, dressed in a fine black suit and black tie. His jacket open save two buttons together at the bottom. His hair was a jet-black, combed back sharply. His skin was a slight brown, and his eyes were an intense, clear brown. In the back sat an upright looking military man, wearing a pressed green dress-uniform decorated with all sorts of medals and ribbons. He held a rank-cap in his lap. His face was slightly scarred, aged from battle. His hair was a silvery-grey, cut short and combed back similar to the driver, and he had a neatly shaven mustache over his lips, which held a lit cigar. Giving the car a slow turn around a corner, the young man spoke. [b] ?I didn?t think I?d be playing chauffeur for you tonight, Admiral...?[/b] he said in a drab, unmotivated voice. The old military man blew out a ring of smoke from the corner of his mouth and gave a hoarse laugh. [b] ?Well, old friend. The other parties didn?t want too many people in tow. A two person limit was set on us, and I haven?t driven in years...?[/b] his voice was ancient gravel in tone, however he spoke with a respectable authority. He took the cigar out of his mouth for a moment and exhaled the remaining smoke before placing it back between his teeth. The younger looking man smirked arrogantly. [b] ?All I?m hearing are excuses, old man.?[/b] He looked into the rear view mirror and into the Admiral?s sharp blue eyes challengingly. [b] ?Hah. Old man, eh??[/b] the Admiral took the cigar between his right index and middle finger, waving it as he pointed to the driver. [b] ?Last time I check, David, you?re only ten years younger than myself.?[/b] he raised his eyebrow and brought the cigar back to his lips. David began laughing to himself and looked back up to the rear-view mirror. [b] ?Aye. But apparently one of us aged liked wine and the other like... milk. Hahaha.?[/b] he chuckled to the Admiral, who was slightly amused by the joke, cracking a short smile. [b] ?Lucky you, Eh??[/b] he replied, bending over to see out of the window. [b] ?We should be stopping soon, David.?[/b] he explained, pointing towards an upcoming curb. The building beside it was old, dark, and decayed. It had been abandoned for years and was covered in graffiti and debris. David nodded and turned the wheel over to the side walk, parking neatly on the curb. The Admiral placed his cigar in his mouth, and picked up his cap whilst David put the car in park and turned off the ignition. The two stepped out of the fine vehicle at the same time. The Admiral reached into the back seat and withdrew a black cane with a silver top. He then made his way up onto the side walk while David made his way to the car?s trunk. The Admiral watched as he unlocked the back and popped the top. [b] ?So you brought it along then??[/b] he asked with interest and a raised eyebrow. He placed his cap on the top of his head and held himself up with the cane amused. David withdrew a long black brief case from the car trunk and the slammed it down. He placed the keys in his coat pocket and carried the brief case at his side, making a faint metallic rattling as he walked. [b] ?You can never be too safe, you know.?[/b] he replied smartly. [b] ?The bastards like to be sneaky...? [/b] [b] ?While this is true, we are here on good will, my friend. We don?t want to upset our allies.?[/b] the Admiral attempted to reason. David laughed and opened an old, rusty door slowly. It squeaked eerily as they entered the complex, florescent lights coming to life upon their entrance. [b] ?We?ll just see how things go...?[/b] he shot back as they made their way down a long hall way, towards a dark meeting room. [center]-----------------------------------------------------[/center] [b]OOC:[/b] Blayze and Athena, follow my lead and make your way into the meeting room from opposite directions. My next post will have us meeting and beginning the talking.[/color][/size]

[size=1] The Following is an Underground Thread for the RPG, [b][URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=744180#post744180]War in the Shadows[/URL][/b][/size] [center] [color=darkred] [size=3][u][b]The Blood Brood, Leaders of the Vampire Revolution[/u][/b][/size] [size=1] [quote= Hyde, the Rogue Vampire Lord] ?Brothers. Sisters. Vampires of all kind. I call out to you. Come to me, come with me on my grand journey. My destination, the vampires thrown over the Earth, as it was meant to be. We, the supreme beings, the immortal ones. We must take our rightful places over the human race, and destroy all who stand in our path to glorious victory. Let us rise, revolt, and may the revolution begin. The Blood Brood, the fearful beings of the night, let us become legend. Let us destroy the enemies in our path. The retched ?Holy Knights? who hunt our kind like beasts. We shall make the hunters the hunted. The traitorous Clansmen, who ally themselves with the humans like scared children. We shall show them the way of true vampires. The pillar called the GSD, the ones who connect all. We shall destroy them and shatter the main support of all our enemies. Let the exodus begin. Let the new vampire age begin with the end of the human age. We shall victorious, my brothers and sisters... We shall rule over this Earth once again...[/quote] [b][u]The Subjects[/b][/u] [I] Hyde Nicoleta Celestine Devalos Nikolai Zashchit [/i] [b]---------------------------------------------------[/b][/center] This thread is for any questions concerning the workings or origins of the [b]Blood Brood[/b]. Any planning concerning the Brood should be talked about here aswell. [b]- The Boss[/b][/size][/color]

[size=1] The Following is an Underground Thread for the RPG, [b][URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=744180#post744180]War in the Shadows[/URL][/b][/size][center] [size=3][u][b]The Alliance of Vampire Clansmen[/u][/b][/size] [size=1] [quote= Victor Richelieu, Arch Duke of the Frank Vampire Clans] ?My friends, my fellows in blood and kind. I welcome you to this meeting of the Clansmen. Since our formation, we?ve stood upon friendly grounds with the [b]GSD[/b], whom have been our loyal allies in the battle against our enemies, the [b]Lowendove Brotherhood[/b]. They have protected us from the Brotherhood?s attempts to destroy our kind, whilst we have aided the Guild by providing our assistance in apprehending unlawful beings of our kind, and by being civil in our own feeding. The Guild has been good to us, and we have been good to the Guild. Together, we have formed a close pact and bond, which we cannot separate if we as a civil kind wish to survive. And so, we must uphold our end of the agreement, and once again go into battle against our own kind in the uncontrollable [b]Blood Brood[/b]. A group of primal, uncivilized vampires with a small army of street feeders. They are run by one of our former operatives who was dispatched long ago. He holds a grudge against us for many reasons, but rallies under the word that we ally ourselves with ?pathetic? humans. While we have recently been forced to trust our hated enemies, the Lowendove, we must stay faithful. We must stay vigilant in our standings and loyalties. Once this ordeal is over, it is possible the Brotherhood may lighten their grudge against us, though I doubt it highly. We can trust the Guild to keep things peaceful, and if they do not, then we shall be forced to defend ourselves with force against the vigilantes. Let us show our power, my clansmen. Let us end this threat, and secure our peace once again...[/quote] [b][u]The Clansmen[/b][/u] [I] Virgil Kingston Amelia Bernadette Xia Dagmar Xalbadora [/i] [b]---------------------------------------------------[/b][/center] This thread is for any questions concerning the workings or origins of the [b]AVC[/b]. Any planning concerning the AVC should be talked about here aswell. [b]- The Boss[/b][/size]

[size=1] The Following is an Underground Thread for the RPG, [b][URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=744180#post744180]War in the Shadows[/URL][/b][/size] [color=dimgray][size=3][center] [b][u]The Guild of Supernatural Defense[/u][/b] [/size] [size=1][Quote= Admiral Jonathan Rockwilder, Chief of GSD] Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. As you know, we have been the voice of reason within this secret war for the past 200 years. Our ranks include military experts, spies, and the most highly sophisticated intelligence network in world. We have under our ranks ex-members of both the Lowendove and the Alliance. Though we keep close allies with the Clansmen, we always appreciate more loyal operatives. Regular humans, vampires, the ex-super humans of the Lowendove, and we also give a haven to any half-breeds who need a home. We welcome all agents, regardless of race, into our ranks. We do this because we all know that the noblest cause is our own. Since before I myself was a green agent, the Lowendove Brotherhood has proved to be our most consistent nemesis. Holding a undiscriminating eye against all vampires, they kill any vampire, half-breed, or human who works with the like with a prejudice. They are fiercely faithful in their cause, and are very old-fashioned in their beliefs. They have always been a menace to us. However, we have recently come across a common enemy between us. This... Blood Brood, or whatever we should call them. These rogue vampires attack all of us, GSD, Brotherhood, or AVC. Regardless of alliance, they have a hatred for all three fronts. And so we hesitantly take them into consideration for a temporary alliance. This is to last long enough for the three of us to deal with the three head-members and their countless drones, festering the streets with their presence. I personally do not enjoy sleeping with the enemy the way we are, but it is a necessity. We need their help if we are to deal with this threat. Is this clear? Any questions? [/quote] [b][u]Guild Operatives[/b][/u] [I] David Sumerkalis Julia Kimura Theodore Daiyu[/I] [/center] This thread is for any questions concerning the origins or workings of the [b]GSD[/b]. Also, any planning for operations within the [b]GSD[/b] is to be discussed here. [b]- The Boss[/b].[/color][/size]