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[color=green][size=1] Unfortunatley, I havn't been able to hear any of the tracks on either [B]"ATLiens"[/B] or [B]"Southernplayalisticadillacmusik"[/B], much due because they were before my time and before I appreciated hip hop or music in general. I have heard nothing more than a few clips from both albums on [B]"Driven: Outkast"[/B] but other than that, nothing much. But I really would like to alteast hear the latter, because thats the album the broke them into the game, and so should atleast be decent. Aswell, I'm anxious to hear [B]Andre 3000's[/B] old style of rapping. Something I should look forward too.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Just a notice to make. I have drastically added onto my sign up as [B]"The Daughter"[/B]. Much of which includes the fact that I posted a "Sample" or Short Story veiwing her immidiate personality, and aswell, I added a tid bit about how the [B]"Den of Snakes"[/B] is operated (aswell as the rituals the members go threw). That, though is just something I put in just incase I am chosen as the role. If it is unncessary or isn't needed/wanted. Tell me and I will rid of it. But it was mainly to help amplify her concious thought of being the [B]"Snake Charmer"[/B] and not a snake in her own right. Aswell, if my origin story is inappropriate or misleading to the story, please tell me and I will fix it, or rid of it. Again, please tell me if anything should be changed or rid of. Thanks, Flux[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Sosuke sneered at the red-headed apprentince as she made her way off. Arrogant people were begin to fill Sosuke's already troubled life, and he really disliked arrogant people. Namely Zeos at the moment, but ever since the fight, he had tried to forget about him. But the snorty girl poking him with a kendo stick as if he were an animal truely burned his nerves. Sosuke was ready go off on her, maybe even attack her straight forward. But he rather not get into any more trouble, so he stiffled his attitude and continued to listen to Orange's meaningless scolding. Her words fell on deth ears, both Sosuke and Zeos ignored her. Both of them having the feeling that she had no true authority over them, and therefore, was not worth listening too. The funny thing was... she belonged to the clubs that both Zeos and Sosuke lead. They both took the time to think of way in which they could get her back. Multiple sparring partners, himself included, was one of the many Sosuke cooked up. "Now, which one started it?!" came a stray phrase Orange spoke. Zeos simply stooped his head lower towards the side, but Sosuke tipped up his chin, smiling. Orange raised an eyebrow and smirked herself. "Now I'm getting it..." she said, glancing over to Zeos. "I should have thought as much." "Oh, shut up Orange! You have no authority over me!" Zeos said, finally snapping. He raised his voice, but not enought for others to hear. "But Ms. Miyabi does, and gave me power over it." "That doesn't matter. Club leaders deserve nothing of this sort. It was a challenge, a challenge that you had nothing to do with for THIS REASON!" Orange's face flushed a bit. Her eyes quickly daunted at Zeos' cold stare as Sosuke simply listened to this. He felt a strange gut feeling at the sight of Orange's emotional transition. Soon after that, the door cracked open and Ms. Miyabi's voice seeped threw. "Please come inside now." she said gently. The boys were first to go in. Orange stood their temporarily, staring to the floor after Zeos had left, so to not show weakness. "Orange?" Ms. Miyabi's voice rang again. Orange looked up and hop-skipped at once into the room. Sosuke had made his way to his window seat, and peered out to the trees, covered by white birds who perched on its many branches. Atleast this was something Sosuke could enjoy...[/color][/size]

I've Been Looking Forward To This... Along with her skill using oriental weapons, Kyoko is also a skilled exponent in the art of Wing Chun Gung Fu, Tai Chi Chuan, and Okinawan Wado-Ryu Kara-Te. The Butterfly Knives are also know as Butterfly Ogres. The blades are around 12 inches in lenght and its a strange site to see "The Daughter" weilding two when the blades are about as long as he forearm. The Tassle at the End of the Tai Chi Sword is used to distract and sometimes even hypnotize the opponent. Kyoko has made it a priority to learn how to do this. The Kamas used by "The Daughter" were especially created and crafted with a sinking counter weight in the handle. When thrown, the Kama has a boomerang effect if in the case it misses the opponent or does not become lodged in them. The reason Yasuo distanted himself from Kyoko was not out of cruelty or neglect, but out of concern for her personal safety. Steps echoed threw out the "Den of Snakes". Deep within the large mannor, echoed the footsteps of a single woman, following close by was a quite and small statured servant, looking at the floor as he trailed behind her. The sound of the woman's high heels clicked and clapped as she stepped, as the servant shuffled his feet to a walk. Slowly, they approached a class case, within it, was a sword, scabberless and the blade revealed. It shone with a beautiful glint. "Tell me, Hideo." "Yes my mistress?" "You say that you have a well knowing of swords, correct?" The servant knodded. The woman pointed towards the blade in the glass case. "What does that symbol stand for?" For seconds, the servant simply shuddered his breath, staring at the blade. "Well..." "T-that blade, madam... that is the sign of the Lion" "Meaning?" "T-thats the symbol of the Hanzo clan..." "Hanzo..." [size=3][B][U] "The Daughter"[/size][/B][/U] [B]Weapons of Choice:[/B] Not particularly liking weapons of any sort, opting to use unarmed martial arts instead, Kyoko is still a dangerous exponent of some chosen oriental weapons. A skill that proved valuable for the young woman and daughter of a powerful crime lord. She often times found herself having to defend herself from being taken hostage, by both Interpol, Japanese Police, and rival Yakuza bosses. She made sure that her favorite assortment was available to her in some way, some how, even though she rarily carries ones upon herself. Often times having her bodyguards carry them for her, if not she has them stashed away in her vehicle or dwellings. The weapons she uses plays well with her petite and light body type. Usually as light and flexible as Kyoko herself. Thanks to this, she has never had to rely on raw power, something she doesn't possess, at all in combat. She is especially talented with dual weapons or light weight swords/knives. This has led her to mainly opt for traditional chinese or japanese weapons. Heres a short list of her favorites: [U]Wing Chun Butterfly Knives (Used In Pairs)[/U] [img] http://library.thinkquest.org/C0112643/images/butterfly-knives.gif[/img] A traditional chinese Gung-Fu weapon, it originated as a butcher's chopping knife. Nowadays, they are short-bladed knives typically used in pairs in Southern styles, namely Wing Chun. The top of the knife is turned forward so that the user can flip the knife around their thumb. Aswell, the lifted lip coming from the guard is used to disarm opponents with longer, more stiff weapons, such as katanas or bo staffs. The weapons used in pairs often times have an advantage over single weapon users because it has a free blade after the opponents blade is captured in the lip. [U]Tai Chi Sword (single)[/U] [img]http://library.thinkquest.org/C0112643/images/tai-chi-sword.gif[/img] A two-edged straight sword that is only sharpened near the tip. Oftentimes an unsharpened sword is used, and in some cases a wooden one. The Tai Chi sword is used to perform delicate movements that develop fluidity. But in the case of "The Daughter", the blade has been sharpened on both edges to allow the user to cut the opponent to the point of having hundreds of small incesions on the opponent, leading to loss of blood and limited manouverability. The blades flexible base allows it to bend and almost wrap itself around stiffer weapons and objects. This ability also alows for tricky stabbings. [U]Japanese Kamas (used in pairs)[/U] [img]http://threedragons.com/kamas/kamas.jpg[/img] The Japanese Kama is a weapon primarily used in pairs, used for quick stabbing and cutting. The weapon's light weight provides great speed to be used and is often times swung by the wrist and elbow rather than the shoulder and full arm. Quick spinning and suprise attacks often catch the opponent off gaurd and the curved blade aswell helps to capture weapons and spinning around the opponent for a back attack, or stab. The Kama is also useful for throwing at the opponent much like a hatchet. [B]Physical Description:[/B] Kyoko is a generally petite young woman. Her body is thin, and light. She stands at an almost short 5'5" and weighs in at 120 lbs, most of which is due to her height and amount of muscle which, instead of providing strenght, provides speed. She has a pale skin tone, typical of most Japanese girls. Her hair is dark black, short cut to the top of the neck where it comes into styled spike-like edges, threw her hair she has crimson highlights for fashions sake. Her face is round and lush with beuty. She is usually wearing a comfortable amount of make up to hide her pale cheeks and lips, which are usually colored with peach lip gloss. She wears a dark eye shadow to make it look as though her eyes stand out more, the eye shadow nearly resembles face paint drawn around the eyes. Her eyes, are a stange color of green, resembling emerald. She usually dresses in a classy mannor. Either designer suits or an elegant dress. Her favorite color is crimson, so that is in the mannor she usually dresses. On the bridge of her nose, she wears rectangular shaped glasses that have no rims. They are tipped on the bottom of her nose, and she usually looks at people from above them and under her eyebrows. No one knows if she truely needs to wear the spectacles, but she is usually seen wearing them. Many speculate it may be just to add another layer to her mystique. None the less, the glasses seem to add onto her beuty by amplyifying her stunning eyes. All in all, her appereance helps to hide her true identity. Rather than looking like a crime lord, she lookes as though she is a business woman or just regular teenage girl from a rich family. And so, attention normally isn't drawn to her. [U][B]Origin of "The Daughter"[/B][/U] The average sixteen year old girl receives a car or a wad of cash on their sixteenth birthday, to signify their growth into adulthood. But then again, Kyoko, better known as [B]"The Daughter"[/B] was no average girl, nor was her family average at all. Born into one of the biggest crime families in all of Japan and the Orient, Kyoko received ownership of her father's cartel, personal bar/headquarters, and massive enterouge (aswell named the "Den of Snakes" or simply "The Snakes") much do to the fact she inherited it due to his death at the hands of an assassin, known as [B]"The Cowboy"[/B]. Yet again, not being the average girl, she showed no apparent remourse to this fact, even though the murder occured before her very eyes. The story of[B] "The Daughter"[/B], and to the point of which this has happened is a sad one, filled with violence, anger and hatred. Very few know the details of the girls past. Clips and bits of her 'legend' are shared by those in her trade. But, her story will start from the beggining. As a child, Kyoko didn't think much of the occupation her father took upon. Even though she was a bright girl, she only thought that her father was as he lead her to beleive, a respectful white-colored business man. That explained mainly why she was sent to a private and elustrious academy for schooling, and why she enjoyed the finer things in life. For this, she loved her father very much, even though she rarily saw him on a regular basis. So Kyoko grew closer to her mother. A beautiful woman with a knack for swords and weaponry. She was Kyoko's first real teacher in martial art, her mother insisting she learn the arts to be 'healthy and strong'. The then naive young girl thought nothing of it, and took to the arts with great interest. She soon came to master her body as a weapon, even at her young age. Many considered her a prodigy, especially her father who was beggining to have thoughts about their relationship. It was Kyoko's eleventh birthday, and her father had not given the girl what she had expected as a gift. Instead of a new wardrobe or a barrel of jewelry, he offered her something she both wanted, and feared. A spot at his side in the seat of the number one crime lord in Benten, Japan. Naturally, the truth was hard to except, but over a short time, the always bright, young Kyoko adapted to this new truth in a way that surprised and astonished her father... It was that day forth that Kyoko became infamous as [B]"The Daughter"[/B] aswell as a target for kidnap and hostage taking. On three occassions, [B]"The Daughter"[/B] was kidnapped and taken hostage, and each time, it was played out the same way. Know one knew how, but it always ended with a blood-stained young girl walking out of a room or building filled with dead men and women. This fact only stenghtened the bond between father and daughter, for he knew he could trust her more to protect herself. At the age of 13, Kyoko was even sent as mission leader to major deals. Never wanting to dissapoint her father, Kyoko carried out all of her jobs with great success. [B]"The Daughter" [/B]was soon a dreaded name. Kyoko had became her father's most trusted assassin. She carried out her missions with great success, with out remourse for the acts she had committed. The girl was mature beyond her years, with out fear, she entered her missions, and with undaunting success.[B] Boss Yasuo[/B] was so proud of his daughter, the most feard assassin of the [B]"Den of Snakes"[/B], his pride was unbearable. But their relationship would soon change, without the knowledge of [B]Yasuo[/B] himself. It was an afternoon after a successful deal (Kyoko had stopped going to school for sometime), Kyoko had come home. Entering her beloved dojo studio, she found a horrifying sight. Stabbed threw the chest and pinned to the wall by a japanese sword, was Kyoko's beloved mother. Blood still fresh and wet, her clothes dripped the crimson liquid all over the floor. It painted the wall that her mother was pinned to. And on that same wall, was written one name, hundreds of times. [B]Adam, Adam, Adam[/B]. The name was familiar, as if she had heard it on a few occasions simingly unrelated. It was an associate to her father apparently. But Yasuo had never spoken to her about him with any importance, so the name was trivial. Who was this Adam? And what did he have against her mother? After informing her father in a panic, the once fearless and logical assassin known as [B]"The Daughter"[/B], fell into depression for a full month, secluding herself in her room alone. As she assumed, this [B]Adam[/B] had been found and properly dealt with, but she had found out by herself, that her father had actually done nothing about it, seemingly ignoring the incident in full. To [B]Yasuo[/B], Kyoko's mother was just a distant and unimportant memory, and this had infuriated her. From that point on, the girl slowly plotted vengeance against her father, a man she once loved dearly, was now a prime target for her hate. This considerably tore the logic of [B]"The Daughter"[/B], but not to the point of which she was unable to consider the risks in this attempt. She would wait, long... untill her father and her were alone, and the time was right. Then, after he was done, and the [B]"Den of Snakes" [/B] cartel was her own, she would take revenge on her mother's life, and [B]Kill Adam.[/B] The time never came, as [B]"The Daughter's" [/B]vengeance was taken by another. A man she knew only as [B]"Cowboy"[/B]. An American assassin who aswell had a vendetta against [B]Adam,[/B] concerning his love child with another assassin who formally worked for [B]Adam.[/B] She knew that man well,[B] "Desert Taipen"[/B], an assassin with a powerful reputation and a deadly blade. Kyoko was sympathetic to the two assassin's cause, and aswell they had helped with disposing of [B]Yasuo[/B], and granting her leadership of the [B]"Den of Snakes"[/B]. But dispite this fact, she was slightly frustrated with the fact she did not kill her father. That, she could forgive. But one thing was certain, she would [B]Kill Adam[/B]... even if she must dispose of them on that path.... [B][I]"In The Game Of Life... Not Everyone Plays Fair."[/I][/B] -[U]"The Daughter"[/U] [B][size=3][U]Sample of "The Daughter"[/B][/size][/U] There lay the limp body of yet another fallen double crosser. A man, his hand still grasping the clean wakizashi he failed to use, effectively atleast. The man actually wasn't unattractive. A sharp and handsome face with a fit body. May they have been under different circumstanses, she may have been interested. But doing wrong to the wrong people gets people in this condition. Kyoko sighed, as she looked down to her white dress, and fresh streak of crimson slashed across the waist and down the frilly skirt, the smell of blood looming towards her nose. She would most deffinetetly have to change clothes. [B]"The Daughter"[/B] waved her hand outward, and quickly three bodyguards rushed over to the body and carried it off to later have it disposed of, a trail of large blood drops followed them. She then handed her own weapon, a now crimson stained Tai Chi Sword to another bodyguard, who turned and placed it in a breifcase after cleaning it's blade. The local harbor was beggining to accumilate quite the population ever since Kyoko took charge. She'd soon have to change that location or police would get suspicious, not that it really mattered so much. She had the connections to have them turn a blind eye and deph ear. She then turned towards the hall way, which led to her quarters in the large bar/club that was the [B]"Den of Snakes"[/B]. A place she had come to call home ever since she was a child, she grew up in the shady business place and came to know it better than her own home. She made her way down the finely decorated hallway, ligned with rice paper kanji scrolls of poetry and water-painted rice paper doors, each leading to a different chamber of the [B]"Den".[/B] Candle light and shadows flickered on the thin doors, creating accurate silhouettes. Half way down the hall way, a deep, old voice called out to Kyoko. She turned, to see standing in the shadows, Kazinada-san. A higher up in the[B] "Den of Snakes"[/B] clan, and a former protegé and trusted ally of her father. The closest thing to an uncle Kyoko was going to get. The light of a thick cigar lit his face as smoke billowed from the tip. "You know, Kyoko... I will never understand you." Kyoko's face grimaced slightly. She disliked people calling her by her first name, but she allowed it to slide due to the man's social status and value. "Why is this, Kazinada-san?" "Because, Kyoko. When a double crosser and traitor of the Den is brought to you, you do nothing apart from fighting them. You put yourself at risk and exhaust yourself rather than simply have them executed or tortured. Why is that?" "Because, Kazinada-san. I rather not kill a prostrate man, for it goes against my honor. It aswell, rises the Den's honor and pride." she replied with a smirk. "Honor? Pride? Kyoko, we are called the 'Den of Snakes' cartel. We know no honor or pride, only victory and success by any means neccessary." "I realize this, 'Phython'. But that is exactly why I do not have a snake-alias, and that is why I run the order so much differently than my father." "You Foolish Girl! You are crumbling the foundation me and your father built and created with blood and steel! Ever since your rule, the Den has seen a major downfa--" Kazinada's words ended as he felt the tight grip of Kyoko's hand around his throat and adam's apple. She looked into his eyes without emotion, just a blank stare. "Listen carefully you half-witted, full-hardy twit! I am not a snake. I am not a creature that slither's on its belly and strikes in blind spots. What I am, Kazinada-san, is the[B] 'Snake Charmer'[/B]. And I play my game by deploying these creatures. But I will not lower myself to the level of my pawns..." Kyoko stopped her words as she watched Kazinada's hand slither towards his pocket for a concealed knife. She quickly dug her finger nails deep into the sides of his neck and jerked her hand forward, causing his adam's apple to rip from his neck and throat. Blood splashed all over Kyoko, almost like a shower of crimson water. The thick liquid destroyed her simply stained dress and colored it a dark red. Kazinada's limp body fell to the floor as Kyoko dropped the detached organ on the floor. "Kazinada-san. May your soul go with these words. I charm the snake for my bidding, but I make sure it is known who is the master, and who is more powerful... and that is why the snake-charmer kills its disobedient pawn. To teach the others... what lies in store for them." With that, [B]"The Daughter"[/B] stepped back and turned opposite as she began walking towards her personal quarter in the Den once more. As she walked down the hall way, she muttered these words. "The snake charmer has high patience for action, but no tolerancy for disobedience." With these words, she continued her walk, whistling an up-beat tune and dripping a trail of blood in her path... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [size=1] Easy ways to spot members of the [B]"Den of Snakes"[/B] clan and their individual ranks has to do with the different ritualisitic and physical signs on their bodies. [B]Low Ranks:[/B] Start out with first having a tattoo on their forehand depecting snake-scales to show they are a "Snake" and belong to the Den. [B]Middle-Low Ranks:[/B] After raising up slightly, the member goes threw the process of having their tongues ritually split in two sections at the tip to signify they have they speak the language of the snakes, and they have enought knowledge of the Den to freely find Den Sanctuaries of different cities. [B]Middle Ranks:[/B] As the Middle rank is reached and members are sent on missions rising in difficulty, in which self protection and assassin skills are needed, they have a dental surgery down where their canine teeth are filed to a point, signifying they carry the venom of the snake, or the snakes bite. [B]Middle-High Ranks:[/B] This is the rank at which one receives their snake alias. This name describes the man, in their actions in personality. When this happens, that snake name is tattooed in small Kanji across the right cheek of the member. [B]High Rank:[/B] Few reach this rank. Those who due are the elite of the den. They go threw the process of having these words burned onto their back, showing they have gone threw out the full process and all of the stages of becoming what they are: "Scale of the Viper" "Tongue of the Adder" "Fangs of the Phython" "Hood of the Cobra" "Mark of the Snake" [/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Starting with[B] Boss Yasuo[/B], every member of the[B] "Den of Snakes"[/B] has gone threw these precedures to signify the fact that they are snakes, or members of the Den. But [B]"The Daughter"[/B] simply could not bring herself to be labled as 'a snake', or even labeled as an equal to those around her. She hasn't gone threw any of this, opting to keep her body clean. To her, that itself symbolizes something. She is not the snake, she is the[B] "Snake Charmer"[/B], the true power behind it all. Due to this, she has been questioned as a leader, as seen above. But all who questioned and defied the[B] "Snake Charmer"[/B] have been crushed without a second thought. That is the one personal rule that [B]"The Daughter" [/B]always follows... [I][B]"As The Pawn Never Questions The King.... So Does The Snake Never Question It's Charmer..."[/I][/B] [U]-The Daughter[/U]

[color=green][size=1] [B]Name:[/B] Sir Mothias of Tyberay [B]Age:[/B] 22 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Kingdom:[/B] Tyberay [B]Role In Kingdom:[/B] High Knight to Duchess Guinivere, one of the most powerful Dukes within the Kingdom. He is the man Guinivere usually goes to for lone missions and reconnaissance. [B]Description:[/B] Usually seen wearing his chain mesh hood around his neck, almost like a mask as it lifts above his nose. He wears a green and white vest over this with the emblem of Duchess Guinivere, an Eagle carrying daggers in its talons, on its large back. He wears a pair of baggy white trouser with steel shin and knee guards and a pair of metal shoes. He wears matching green gloves on his hands. His face is angular and rough. His skin is like an unripe peach. His eyes are a cold blue, like an icey glacier. His hair is messy and long, dark brown. He has a dark five o' clock shadow on his face. [B]Weapon:[/B] A set of thin, and light sabers, shorter than most. The blades where created by the lands finest blacksmith and later enchanted by the court sorcerer. The blades are unbreakable, even though it is so light and thin, in which they are enchanted. They have a brown leather handle and a golden ingraved guards. The Castle Emblem is engraved on the lower ends of the blades. They are kept in a cross black holster. [B]Personality:[/B] Many would consider the sarcastic and cold knight to be ill-mannored. But its simply more of a case of usual boredom and arrogance which causes this well-known knight to be thought of as a crude man. His initial persona is a lethargic egotist. Lazy and insulting to the foolish. He is laid back even around the Duchess, who treats the Knight more as a brother than a consort, she also realizes that he is a valuable man, and so she does not condemn him on his minor and usual rudeness. The only thing that can really straighten out Mothias' cranky personality would be for him to know the heat of battle, war, and adventure. Things that he once thrived on, but has since lost. [B]Biography:[/B] Born into a noble family, from an early age Mothias was trained to become a warrior and enter the knighthood. Although a troubled and mischivious youth, Mothias took to combat excitedly and with ease. In short years, he picked up his families style of combat using the double saber. During his teen years, a fight for power ruptured the land of Tyberay between the dutchess' and dukes of the land. Mothias' father, Sir Jacob was on of the warriors Duke Guinivere, the father of the current Dutchess, sent to fight, and with great success. The wars lasted for years, up to when Mothias himself was able to enter battle. At first, Mothias was a timid warrior on the terrifieng and dangerous place, but accompanied by his father, he was able to raise to courage and eventually become a decent warrior himself. Aswell, that war changed Mothias' life as his father was struck down from arrows fired by Duke Ghalihad's archers. As Mothias rused to his father, he muttered his dying words in the arms of his son "Be brave my son... be brave." From that day forth, Mothias changed from his freindly and well humored self into an arrogant and lethargic man. Mothias continued to fight to the end of the war, which would later be called "The Rival War", with greath fury and fueled by anger. After the wars where over, Mothias returned to the victorius Duchess Guinivere's rule and service. He treated only her humanley, as of others, he was a cold man. Fighting to forget the death of his father and place it in the past, its still eats at his mind, and so he remebers the last words his father uttered to him, "Be brave...". -------------------- Hope thats good. Tell me if anything should be changed. [/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] I don't wanna break up any conversations here, but I just saw [B]Resevoir Dogs [/B]today and I really liked it. It was a great movie, one of those few movies that can keep me watching without explosions and limbs falling on the floor (althought that whole ear cutting off kidna qualifies). It had a cool style and story line. I liked how it revealed all the major robbers in their own cut scenes, namely, I liked Mr. Orange's intro thing. I also thought it was cool where the movie started off after the beggining credits rolled. Already, Mr. Orange is screaming in pain. Tottally skips the initial robbery, throwing alot of people off guard. Only showing the after math in different cuts. I enjoyed alot of the lines in this movie. (Aswell, it has led me to beleive Quentin Tarantino wants to be black.) Like where Mr. Orange was explaining why he had shot Mr. Blonde "... and he was gonna burn him alive." Then Eddie says "What cop? This Cop!?" Blat Blat! Shoots him. Or at the beggining "Ramblers, lets get rambling." Sounds like something in an old spaghetti western. One more thing. I noticed that in [B]Pulp Fiction, Phil Lamarr[/B] made a slight cameo. He was the guy who got shot in the face by Vincent. The ironic thing is, he later on came to be a cast member of [B]Mad TV[/B], Mad being aPulp Magazine. Kinda funny, huh?[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Haha... superheroes are cool... [B]Name:[/B] Lucas Algren [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Age:[/B] 24 [B]Biography:[/B] Lucas Algren had a strange life, mixed up and confused. He was born an Army Brat, his father a Staff Sergeant in the US Forces, he was a veteran of WWII, something Lucas was glad he didn't remember. Lucas' mother, a Phillipine woman, gave birth to him in Manilla, a city in the Phillipine Islands. There, Lucas lived for his years up until he was 10. Life there was lonley and boring. And so Lucas had a hard time making freinds in the next place he moved, Baumholder, an American base in Germany, nick named early on, the Rock. The days of Germany were normally cold or muggy. No sun shine, just clouds and rain. Generally unexcepted by his classmates in the American school. Lucas' asian heritage was looked down upon by both children and adults, and so he tried hard to hide it. Be still, he was unexcepted and victim to much bullying from the children. Calling him '****' and 'japo' all the time. It fell hard on his shoulders, and soon made Lucas afraid of confrontation of any sort with any human. So he soon found a strong bond in animals. Namely, his pet cat, Ming. Lucas spent most of his time, playing with the cat, or petting it. Training it to be his freind. But pretty soon, the children at school found out about his strong relationship with the cat. Tempting to always make the young boys life miserable, the class bullies took Ming from Lucas' yard. The next day, Lucas found his cat's body hanging from a light post outside of school, the three bullies there, laughing hysterically at the now crying Lucas. Hard as they tried, Lucas' parents could do nothing about the death of Lucas' best freind, the other bullies parents just as snide and disgusted about the interratial couple as the children where about the unusual child. So Lucas' parents did the only thing they could do to make their child happy, they moved to the States, and Key City was that place, a bustling metropolis. It was in Lucas' teen years that he grew up in Key City. But this time it wasn't that he was unaccepted. He was just shy. And so he reclused his mind from others, never opening up to those around him in the somewhat ratty public school. Eventually, though, Lucas did open up to something. He was facsinated by the heroes and villains that seemd to populate the town's newpapers. Glorius Gods of the age. They were the celebrities of real life. They where a people that sent the imaginations of young men like Lucas wild. He was enthralled by their individual legends. And so, they where the vacination of Lucas for the remainder of his teen years. Later on, after being accepted into a local and reknowned college, Lucas became the Assisstant Editor of a local newpaper, "The Key to the City". A cheesy name none the less, it was still highly successful in the large metropolis. Lucas still with holds his fear of opening up, having only few freinds, he barely even attaches himself to. Its as if he were merely a shadow on the wall, hiding himself from those around him... [B]Personality: [/B] Quite and to himself, Lucas rarely speaks, and on those occasions, its simply to nervously notify his co-workers of the jobs they are to do. He often times speaks to himself, out loud or mentally. This sometimes causes a strange attention to be brought to him, which he then hides by sinking into his chair or leaving a room. He has a good sense of humor, none the less, he is a very sarcastic man. Cracking jokes about people when none are around. Afraid of confrontation of any kind, Lucas keeps to himself, and tries to stay secluded. The only other freind he has, is a newly adopted cat, named Miso. [B]Profession:[/B] Assistan Editor of "The Key to the City", a local newspaper. [B]Physical Description:[/B] [img]http://www.vh1.com/shared/media/images/artist/j/jin/canon/1235612_426x104.jpg[/img] Usually can be seen wearing a crisp pair of trousers and a dress jacket with a fine-ironed shirt under. He rarely goes without wearing a suit, he thinks it makes him look like he is unproffesional, aswell, he didn't need to stick out anymore than he already did. And so he dressed in a mannor as to fit in well. Sorry, couldn't find another pic. If my sign up needs work, please inform me. [/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] [B]Stealing Harvard[/B] is by far one of the funniest movies I've seen and probably Tom Green's greatest movie role ever where he isn't a complete idiotic jacka-- (which he kinda is in the movie, but in a more intellegent mannor). I loved the story and the jokes they put it, many of which would fly over your head depending on your sense of humor. Luckily I had a good one and laughed most of the movie. And I quote: [B]Girlfreind:[/B] "Your Waking Everybody UUUP!!!" [B]Tom Green:[/B] "Mwua! Mwua! Mwua!" Classic.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] [B]Name:[/B] ReFlux [B]Magic Type:[/B] Fire [B]Type:[/B] Dead [B]Picture:[/B] [img]http://www.vh1.com/shared/media/news/images/b/Beastie_Boys/sq-adrock-peace-98vmas-mtv.jpg[/img] [B][U]Moves:[/B][/U] [B]Spit Rhymes:[/B] In rap battle, spits rhymes that often time, cannot be beat in large quanity, which often leads to poor post quality in the aftermath and a closed thread. Intelligence falls 50%. [B]Dirty Trick:[/B] Last resort. If all else fails, will resort to "Your Mama" jokes. Devastating. Mental. Scars. 70 HP Damage. [B]Color:[/B] Green[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] [B]Best Looking:[/B] [spoiler]Tetsuo[/spoiler] from Akira. [B]Most Grizzly:[/B] [spoiler]Tetsuo's Girlfreind[/spoiler] in Akira (squish). [spoiler]The Elder Valentine Brother[/spoiler] in Hellsing (to shreds). [spoiler]Chapel the Evergreen[/spoiler] in Trigun (suck?). [spoiler]Kaworu[/spoiler] from Neon Genisis Evangelion (...like a Pez Dispenser). [spoiler]Gendo Ikari[/spoiler] from NGE (...crunch and munch). [spoiler]Bernie[/spoiler] from Mobile Suit Gundam 0080: War in a Pocket (stab and grind). [B]Most Elegant/Meaningful:[/B] [spoiler]Nicholas D. Wolfwood[/spoiler] in Trigun (...Eden). [spoiler]Spike Speigel[/spoiler] in Cowboy Bebop (...Bang). [spoiler]Lala[/spoiler] in Mobile Suit Gundam [spoiler](...LALA!!!).[/spoiler] [spoiler]The Oniwaban Group[/spoiler] in Ruroini Kenshin (...Leader!). [spoiler]Haku[/spoiler] in Naruto (...stabbed). [spoiler]Bernie[/spoiler] from Mobile Suit Gundam 0080: War in a Pocket (... see above). [spoiler]Legato Bluesummers[/spoiler] in Trigun (...do it). [B]Best Death Ever:[/B] [spoiler]Ron McDougle[/spoiler] in Outlaw Star Now let me diliberate on this real quick. [spoiler]The guy was dying slowly through out the series. First starting with the robotic arm, then the robotic body, and then he sacraficed his body for the woman he loved, just so she could run off with Jean.[/spoiler] So that was a pretty good death. But the main reason I choose this is because I cannot come up with a better one. This may be temporary.[/color][/size]

[center] Gasuke wandered aimlessly around town, having no where to really venture to, seeing as how he was sparse of money. He eventually set his sights on the small tavern/resturaunt on the entrance of Twin Peak Mountain. A place he had become familiar with in the small town where he grew up, a troublesome hooligan. He often times snuck out with liquor, many times with failed attempts, when sneeking in the back kitchens. The head chef and manager soon became familiar with the goofy and spirited young man, and even more so with his mother. He began feeling strange, ever since the cook began comming over to his house on occasions not related to Gasuke. Turned out, him and Gasuke's mother had begun seeing each other. Gasuke shook at the thought of the pot bellied cook becoming his step-father. But then again, Gasuke would be to himself soon. So he stopped worrying about it. Gasuke booted the door open, as he usually did, and swung his naginata around as to not hit it in the doorway. He was soon met by a very attractive, almost seductive, young waitress, whom he'd also been sure to become familiar with. Darla Boison. A slinder, petite young woman, two years older than Gasuke himself. She stared at him with her deep blue eyes as she ran her fingers threw he blonde bangs, shuffling them out of her eyes with her spare hand, the other occupied by a serving tray. She opened her mouth, as if she where about to speak words of angelic love, when out came, "Gasuke! Remember, no weapons in the Tavern! Give 'em up, shorty." Gasuke blushed and huffed to himself at the waitress' words and sat his naginata on the door way. He then humbled himself over to a small round table, occupied by two empty chairs, and sat himself down. He looked around the empty tavern. Today had little business, only occupied by one other man, a drunkard sitting at the bar. Darla strolled over to the chair, and sat down in the other chair in a disrespectful mannor. She knew Gasuke's personality to well to treat him proffesionally. "What'll it be Gasuke?" she sighed. "Ugh... some rum... and ugh, a bowl of Miso!" Gasuke said smilingly nervously, twiddling his thumbs. "Gasuke...." she sighed once more. "Alright... a glass of milk and a loaf of bread." Gasuke sighed to himself aswell. Darla got up and strolled over to the kitchen. Soon, the pot bellied, mustached chef stuck his head out of the serving window and smiled. "Gasuke! Its on the house!" he said to his lover's son, smilingly infectiously. Gasuke smiled and waved fakely. He said cursing words under his breath as he stared sarcastically... [/center] [color=green][size=1] Hope you didn't mind the whole 'on the house' thing. I made it make since, if its a problem, tell me.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] [B]Outkast[/B] has been on of my favorite hip hop groups for the most part I've been a fan of the genre. Their innovative, different, and 'eccentric', shall I put it, especially with [B]Andre 3000's [/B]"Dennis Rodman" kind of style. What I find funny is that the group started out as a strict rap group. Then in [B]"The Love Below"/"Speakerboxxx", Andre 3000 [/B]only raps in two songs. None of which are singles. Shows that he's a true muscian, searching for different styles of music he can express himself in. Aswell, he plays all of the intstruments in the songs himself. Thats something I can come to respect, aswell as his... 'different' style. My favorite songs by [B]Outkast[/B] are: [B] "Ms. Jackson" "Track 21" "B.O.B.", "Roses", "Hey Ya" "Aquemini" "The Whole World"[/B] My favorite album was [B]Stankonia[/B] because not only is this where [B]Andre 3000[/B] begins expirimenting in different musical styles, but he also raps phenomanally (sp?), which is why I began loving him and [B]Big Boi[/B] in the first place. Obviously, [B]Andre[/B] is my favorite of the two. I especially enjoyed his dubbing in [B]"Volcanoe High"[/B] along with[B] Lil' John[/B] and all them. I can't wait to check out his part in [B]"Be Cool"[/B], the sequel to [B]"Get Shorty"[/B], which by the way will be in [B]2005[/B]. Hardly enough time for another album release, Tonomi.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Sosuke quickly jumped to his feet, silently landing on the mats next to a smoking practice dummy. He was growling and his logic had gone wrong for a matter of seconds. With a harsh cry, Sosuke lunged his fist in the air, in the direction of Zeos, who was across the room. Sosuke didn't move and inch, but something came from within him, and extended out of his body. It was at that point, Sosuke regained his mind, and stared at a shocked Zeos Uchiyama, who's head was turned side ways and down, as if he had been struck by something, but what? Zeos looked up to Sosuke, and stared in disbeleif. "Y-you.... have it...?" "I ASKED A QUESTION! Get away from the DOOR!" the same voice rose out. It was a teacher, Mrs. Uzuki, clicking down the hall way quickly in high heels. Obviously, only Sosuke and Zeos noticed what had happened between the two as everyone else's attention was directed towards Mrs. Uzuki stepping into the door way to find a smoking practice dummy, and five unconcious students. Mrs. Uzuki's eye brow twitched as she stared angrily and aggrivatedly at the two Club leaders. "What have you done?!" she nearly screamed at the two and all in the room. She placed her hands on her thin hips, a sign that she was pissed. "Ugh... nothing Mrs. U-uzuki, just catching up..." a nervous Zeos said, standing next to Mrs Uzuki directly. "Don't feed me that bull crap, Uchiyama!" she yelled to a now more modest Zeos, who had a look of twinging imberessment on his face. "I'm not blind, you ingrates! You both know that Club Fights and Competitions are to be strictly overlooked and chaporoned! This is a serious offense, I very dissapointed in all of you. Namely Mr. Uchiyama and Mr. Yu. To think you were to be trusted as Club leaders!" "Sorry Mrs. Uzuki..." Sosuke and Zeos said in simily, looking to the floor. "Detention For the Both of You! The rest of you, be warned of the conciqunces(sp?)... that all I have to say." The angry Mrs. Uzuki scolded the two, and left. "Oh, and the both of you be sure that the injured are taken to the Nurses office immidiatley!" she said, fadding into the hallway. "This is all your fault!" Sosuke and Zeos said in simily once again, pointing at each other. Soon after, Zeos left the room, carrying two of the four fallen club members on his shoulders. He sneered at Sosuke, and left. Sosuke then sat once again on the floor, onto his cushion, and brooded for a while. Grumbling to himself how he hated Zeos and Mrs. Uzuki... hated them both. Then he stopped. He looked up, as if staring at himself, and began chuckling. [I]"How quickly I forget about the harsher things... whats my problem?"[/I] he thought to himself... ----------------------------- [B]OOC:[/B] Ruby and Cyriel, the detention hall would be a good place for character interaction. Ms. Miyagi could be the monitor, and Orange could accompany. Sound good?[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Sosuke sat in the head of the Fight Club practice hall on a small cushion, he sat cross legged. He overlooked the sparring club members as they practiced, fought, and brushed up on newly created or learned techniques on the matted floored area. He noticed none of it as he stared under glossed eyes, he was to busy watching his own thoughts. Thoughts of the future of his club members, freinds, and most of all, himself. Who would the council members call next? And what happens to them...*THUD* Sosuke's thoughts were quickly interrupted when the body of an unconcious club member flew to his side, groaning in pain. Sosuke gasped and check on the injured young man before looking up to the door way, to reveal an arrogant Zeos Uchiyama smirking in twisted pride, running his hands threw his platinum white hair. A small group of five Elemental Club members hung at his sides, all smiling widley with shady eyes. "What do you want, Uchiyama!? Why have you done this?!" Sosuke said in a mannor of demanding an answer rather than questioning. "Oh, just my lavish entrance before adressing a Club Challenge... between The Elemental Club, and your... pathetic group of hooligans." Zeos said insultingly, spitting out the words. "Zeos, now's not the time!" Sosuke growled, as if commanding the egotistical club leader. "I see. Your in fear that your pack of mangy dogs can't stand up to the competition!" Zeos pronounced almost joyfully. A higher up club member, and one of Sosuke's freinds, Jose Hurrera stepped up, growling. "Shut Up, you arrogant little prick, before I rip out your tongue and shove it up your---" he stopped in anger as Sosuke reached his arm over Jose's chest as to stop him. "You'll What? Oh, I see... you can't finish your sentence because your cowardly leader rather not have you killed. I must respect that." Zeos said laughed. "Uchiyama! Your pulling my nerves..." Sosuke warned to Zeos, growling under his clenched teeth. Zeos laughed and lit his hand aflame, provoking Sosuke with his powers. Along with this, his surrounding club members stepped up and showed off there own. "Then do something about it..." Zeos said this time seriously, frowning. And in the blink of an eye, Sosuke rushed across the room, wind flowing off his body. Palm Heel, side kick, axe kick, triple back fist. The sound of snapping clothing and bodies falling to the floor accompanied. Four of the six club members fell to the hard wood floor of the Club Hall, and tension rose high as Zeos and Sosuke stared deeply into each others eyes with the souls of fighters. "Sure your ready for this?" Zeos grumbled. Sosuke stared back and smirked, revealing his teeth clenching, raising his fist, he cracked his knuckles in making a fist. Zeos smiled back and raised his inflamed hand... [B]OOC:[/B] Take it off, ULX[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] [B]Name:[/B] Jesus Garzon [B]Age:[/B] 22 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Face or Heel:[/B] Heel (too many faces) [B]Stage Name:[/B] Graveyard [B]Height:[/B] 5'10" [B]Weight:[/B] 176 lbs [B][U]Special Manouvers:[/B][/U] [B]Grave Digger:[/B] an aerial dive resembling a flying tackle or spear, except the forearms are crossed over the top of the head and used as a ram against a standing or downed opponent. [B]The Reaper:[/B] a kicking combination involving a sweep kick to the back of the knee, causing the opponent to fall to a kneeling position, and finishes with a jump closing scissor kick on the head and neck. [B]Strategy:[/B] Speed, Precission, and Gaining the Upper Hand, by any Means Necessary. [B]Description:[/B] Deep tanned skin with cold brown eyes and sleek, jet black hair. A sharp, angular jaw and a face covered by a black Kato/Zorro Style Mask. Tribal Tattoo's cover his upper arms and shoulders up to his neck and he wears no shirt. Wearing a pair of black baggy jeans hanging loosleu and black combat boots. [B]Entrance Attire:[/B] A black leather trench coat and a pair or red lensed sun glasses, holstering a black bo staff (six foor pole) on his shoulders that he sometimes brings into play. [B]Tag Partner:[/B] Terry "Cannon" Guerrera [B][U]Stats:[/B][/U] Strength: [B]4[/B] Edurance: [B]3[/B] Charisma: [B]7[/B] Speed: [B]9[/B] Recovery: [B]5[/B] Submission: [B]2[/B] [B]Title:[/B] Tag Team Champion (shared with Terry Guerrera) (I got DN's Permission, no worries.) Hope This Is Cool.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] I have another! [B][I]Saddam Hussein's Trial[/I][/B] "America A-Okay! Numbah One!"[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] "Saddam During Cavity Checks" [B]PS-[/B] SephirothX, "Big Balls" is by AC/DC, bud.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Sosuke stared blankly at a sheet of paper on his desk, a look of fear and emptiness. Four... four members of the Fight Club, one of which he knew very well, were called to testing... called to their deaths. Without control, his fists slowly closed tightly around the pencil he held in his hand, and with the ease of a twig, it was broken, and slowly, blood began flowing down Sosuke's right arm as the splinters stabbed into his hand. His lower lip quivered as his teeth seemed to crack as he bit down in anger. Hid eye brows twitched in furious emotion. Suddenly, his expression of raw emotion was interupted by a tap on the shoulder by the teacher, Mr. Cambridge. Sosuke snapped out of his anger and switched to an upbeat and happy mood, smiling up to Mr. Cambridge. "Yes sir?" Sosuke asked marrily. Mr. Cambridge, a short, pudgy man, homourous and well mannered none the less. He whispered into his ear, "S-sosuke, your hand... son are you alright." He was well liked by the students with his easy to approach attitude. Sosuke looked down to his hand and faked suprise as hte blood dripped from his arm and onto the floor. "Whoa, I didn't even notice. Want me to clean that up?" "Son, I understand... G-go see the nurse and get that fixed up." the stote man said with an effectionate hand on the shoulder. Sosuke nodded, and quitely left the room as Mr. Cambridge cleaned up the blood from the floor with a handkercheif produced from his jacket pocket. Sosuke walked silently threw out the hall ways towards the nurses office. A trail of blood followed him as he stared at the floor, past his wounded hand. Suddenly he stopped and his face began flinching once more. With a thunderous scream, Sosuke slammed his sharp fist into the locker on his left side, bursting the metal alloy into a large dent. Suprisingly, no one checked on the strange noise, for it was common by now in the school. Sosuke continued to the Nurse's office, to be met by a cheery and highly concerned Mrs. Miyako, an elderly woman who treats all of the students like her own children. With a burst of cries, she rushed him into the her office, and bandaged the wound. All the while, Sosuke smilingly, hiding his emotion's true nature. [B]OOC:[/B] sorry for the blah post.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] [B]Intercome:[/B] "Saddam Impersenotor #328 Please Please Report To Front Desk" [/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Be Nice To Try Something New -------------------------------------- [B]Name:[/B] Michael (Original Name Choi) Yim [B]Age:[/B] 19 [B]Sex:[/B] Male [B]Appereance:[/B] Korean-American with a deep, brown tan, shiny, almost reflective, straight black hair, and clear dark hazel eyes. Michael is 5'11" in height and weights in at 148 lbs. Michael's face is sharp and youthful, having high cheek bones and big eyes (for his race). He is tall and thin in stature and has tightly lined, thin muscles (not particularly strong, average maybe, but very fast on his feet and hands). He dresses in a manor common in most college students. Loose cargo shorts past the knee, a large white t-shirt and a cheap print button up shirt hanging off of his shoulders. Wearing a pair of matching PUMA running shoes on his feet with low ankle socks. He wears a strange symbol on a necklace he wears. The symble is the Korean sign of 'Good Luck' and 'Success', a trinket he received from his grandfather on his birthday when he was young. Mike kept it as a good luck charm ever since. [B]Background:[/B] Born in on the border of South Korea and North Korea, Michael's young and hopeful parents moved away from the conflicted area to protect the new born son. Ottawa was the place they landed by stroke of cheap houses and easy success in the small town. Thats where Choi's name was changed to Michael, so that he could fit in better in the small, American town. While growing up, Michael got used to a bit of neglect from the generally white and black town, being on of the few oriental asians in the community. He soon, however found freinds in a group, and stuck to them. Mainly a crowd of rowdy misfit types, already set aside from the rest of the people, he felt protected and wanted in the group, although his parents disliked the trouble makers. Threw out his Juniour High years, Michael was considered the 'nicer' of the group, and tried to astray from the less honorable activities his group participated in. Then in High School, he fell under the peer pressure, and began smoking, drinking, and stoning along with his freinds. Michaels' parents were concerned about their now grumpy and constantly lethargic son, and tried their best to persue him away from the group, but with failed attempts. Michael began struggling in school, and he tried hard to keep his grade point average above a D. When Michael graduated, his parents took the last stride they could, and sent Michael away to College in a far off town, a place where they knew he was safe from his troublesome freinds. While at College, Michael found peace within himself. He slowly got clean away from things that seemed now trifle to him, and uneccessary. He stopped drinking so heavily, and ceased drug consumtion completely (contrary to his dorm mates). One day, Michael heard a knocking at his door, and went to answer it to find his old crew, ratty and rowdy as ever, standing in the door way. They all pulled Michael out of his room, and took him off drinking and clubbing, against his own will. Claiming that He was no longer part of that group, Michael quickly sprinted to leave them, only to find himself surrounded and at the business end of a barrage of kicks, punches, and lead pipes. After that incident, Michael returned to his Dorm room... and took up Martial Arts and Self Defence Classes. It was now Semester Break, and Michael is home for the week to spend with his family... [B]Equipment:[/B] Nothing more than his lucky charm necklace, and a single pocket knife hidden in his pant pocket, something he had started to carry around ever since the run in with his old 'freinds'. [B]Miscellaneous:[/B] Sarcastic in personality and humor, lethargic in nature, and hard to gain his trust. Michael dislikes confrontation in large groups, and people who try to become his freind to quickly. He has felt insecure and scared of more than two people around him ever since he was betrayed and beaten by his old group of freinds. Deeply nessled within him though, is bottling rage and anger, which he has with held for the time since he left Ottawa for College. [B]General:[/B] Generally not scared of much other than being surrounded by people, in a clostrophobic(sp?) mannor.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Totally caught my eye, Ruby. [B]Name:[/B] Sosuke Yu [B]Age:[/B] 16 [B]DOB[/B] Januraury 24th [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Years:[/B] 8 [B]Student body:[/B] Club Leader [B]State:[/B] Juniour [B]Clubs:[/B] Fight Club [B]Fighting Style:[/B] Mixed Jujutsu grappling, Tae Kwon Do inspired striking techniques and Western Lightweight Boxing. Aswell with concentrated chi/ki, his more powerful techniques involve a quasi-phycial(sp?) magic attack. [B]Persona:[/B] Sosuke is generally a easy to trust guy. Freindly and strong willed, he became leader of the Fight Club threw these qualities and was handed down the position by the former leader, who graduated. Sosuke is generally hard on new freinds or club members, acting a bit of a bully, but once this 'hazzing' ritual is over with, he treats them as family. Ontop of these traits, Sosuke is basically a goofy yet moralsome(?) leader who enjoys freinds and life. But, since the 'tests' begun and many of Sosuke's most trusted freinds and club members have dissapeared, he has slowly lost some of his better qualities, and replaced them with paranoia, quick anger, and annoyance. [B]Height/Weight:[/B] 5'10"/136 lbs [B]Appereance:[/B] Sosuke at first sight looks like a street rough hooligan. Messy long, black hair,rough looking (and feeling) skin and face, tanned deeply. Around strangers, his brown eyes are peircing, and unforgiving, cold as a glacier. Around freinds, they are soft, freindly, loving. He usually wears baggy pants, hanging loosely from his hips and a large XXL t-shirt that makes him look skinnier than he really is. He has a taste for Reebok brand shoes, namely Classics, in which he collects by the pair. Sosuke is tall, lanky, and ligned with tight muscle, in which he has dilegently worked on, contrary to his lazy appearence. [B]Relationships:[/B] Being the freindly, loving person he is. Sosuke is very close to his freinds, protecting them, and always ready to fight for their safety. He is also a bit of a womanizer, and enjoys entering fast paced relationships, but he actually longs for a long term girl freind, (in which he may or may not find depending on how the RPG goes). He just doesn't know how to keep things going. Its hard to get to know the sometimes sheltered Sosuke if your not in his group, but once you are in his trusted mind set, you are forever protected by his freindship and love. Recently, Sosuke has felt 'connected' feelings for two students in particular, a feeling he never really felt before, he shares it for both Rana "Orange" and Linett Hastings. Another relationship he upholds is a rivalry between the egotistical leader of the Elementals Club, Zeos. [B]Biography:[/B] Sosuke's parents, always looking for the best manner of education and living for their son, sent him to the Academy at the age of 8. Quite and shy when he first made the transition, the first person to ever warm up to him evedently was the youngest member of the Fight Club, Dante Ashcroft, a firey, yet freindly 10 year old who showed Sosuke the ropes of the new facility. After this, Sosuke was generally entered into Dante's tight nit group of freinds, in which all were highly protective of each other. As soon as he was old enough, Sosuke also join the Fight Club with quick vigor, aswell as following in the footsteps of Dante, whom he considered to be an older brother type figure. Sosuke's peers were suprised by the skinny young fighters quickness to learn and ability to fight. Taking more than his fair share of beatings, most of which he volunteered for, Sosuke soon became one of the more well known members of the Fight Club, doing well in most feilds, and always being congratulated. This built confidence, and eventually, a robust personality in Sosuke. At the age of 16, Sosuke was nominated as Club Leader and won, much due to the great influence of his good freind, Dante Ashcroft. The now confident, and strong willed Sosuke had become a popular and well loved member of the school. Then the testing begun. Sosuke at first thought nothing of it, but then the day came when Dante's name was called... and he never returned. Paranoia quickly replaced the freindliness that once defined Sosuke in his nit group. And so the story started, as Sosuke prepared for the worst to follow, and he began searching for answers. [I]Note:[/I] If any member wants, post your sign up as Sosuke's love interest so to add some side story and depth the RPG. (hope you don't mind Ruby.) [I]Edit:[/I] Okay, since I already have two people to fill this position, I guess that will add enough drama. :D Oh, and I hope you don't mind the rivalry, ULX.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] I like the second one more. Thanks alot Ruby. Its all excellent. I love them.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Several songs describe me. [B]"Intergalactic" by the Beastie Boys[/B] The basic mood and beat of the song vibes threw my personality. Static, fast paced but monotonous, and a bit bizarre and corny. Aswell, being unpredictable and full of energy, and some emotion. Other songs that fit this is. [B]"Pump It Up" by Joe Budden[/B] [B]"Well F--- You" by the Beastie Boys[/B] [B]"Hip Hop Quatables" by Ludacris[/B] [B]"Threw The Wire" by Kanye West[/B] (well, more emotion) [B]"Back In Black" by AC/DC[/B] [B]"Dude Looks Like A Lady" by Aerosmith[/B] (slight the whole transvestite thing...) Currently though, one song by Kanye West called [B]"Jesus Walks"[/B] has resparked my thoughts of relegion and pursuit of it. So that too.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] I'm not going to get all tangled in the conversation about "athiest pride" or anything (although its basically being proud of the beleif of nothing at all...) I'm going to say this. Its not commen curtisy to walk into someones humble abode and begin hackin or carving away at something of their possession as this can easily be mistinerpreted as them walking in the room, seeing you in the act, and thinking your a doing this in order to scare them or maybe even with the intintions of killing and/or harming them. Aswell, I sure as hell would be 'displeased' if someone began destroying a possession of mine and then said it was part of their 'relegion' in spite. Its still no excuse. And its kinda rude, weird, and above all, not to freindly. Another thing I'm going to say is that if you are harrassed because of your wicca relegion, its most likely because it is stereotyped into being the whole 'anti-christian evil' thing. I'm not saying that is what it is. Try explaining to people is all I can say and ask them why they beleive its wrong to be freinds with those of other relegion. They may answer the question with ignorance or anger and prove their own immaturity, and you won't need a further answer. As for myself. My beleifs are my business. I keep that between me, the God and Saviour I beleive in, and the system of morales I hold. I won't go up to some one and say they are wrong, nor would I carve a cross in the wall of a wicca, buhddist, or otherwise non-christian person (this basically being the same action WA doing to someone else, but with a candle). If a person asks me my relegion, I tell them. If a person asks a way for better life, I may suggest my own relegion (from expirience point of veiw). But what I won't do is force it or otherwise suggest it in an unecessary manor. Extending what Dan L. said. I am of christian faith. Yet I am open to all relegions. This has led me to take into concideration of the philosophies of other relegion. The two main being Buhddism and Islam. Both Jesus and Mohammed said this, and this is supposed to especially apply to chrisitians. "Love the sinner, hate the sin." If a christian beleives something is wrong in their morales, they still should not be hateful to those who commit, but not endow (sp?) in the sin itself. This is something I beleive in highly. PS- Me being an avade optomist, I thinks its kinda depressing to think the journey of your soul ends with something like death. To me, death will just be another turning point in my soul's time line and its the beggining of another journey. And one more thing. If Jesus didn't exist, then why would they go threw the trouble of making the turning of an era his death ala "B.C".... hmm?[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Thank you very much Ruby. I Concerning the avatar, I hate to change my mind, but could you switch the image to Adrock. If you've already created the Mike D. avatar, by all means disregard, but if you've yet to find the image, then use Adrock instead. Thanks again. .[/color][/size]