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[color=green][size=1] I do have a question. How are you going to go about distributing the Armor, Legendary Armor, Element Scrolls, and such? Will we be joining up in groups or what?Could you clear up things like that?[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Fooly Cooly, FLCL, Furi Kuri. what ever you call it, is my favorite anime, and much like you, I for a long time, had no idea what it was supposed to be about up until I watched the entire series, even rerunning the episodes, which I taped. After all that, I figured the series out, and I saw it for what it truly was. A comedy mainly, showing off some of the best animation anime has ever seen aswell as the most 'modern comedy' ever heard of. But under all that, it told the story of a young boy, coming into the grips of adolescence and maturity. He goes threw fases of being childish, and not liking girls, that sort of thing. Then he matures into a young man who still is iffy about romance, but has realized what it means to lust, love, and be resposible. I can actually outline the episodes and the fases he goes threw in them. Call me a geek, but FLCL's story is purposely subliminal, and I love it for what it is. A comedy with a hidden heart.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Nice sign up Annie. Your in. But remeber, this is a commitment, also, make sure your character doesn't slaughter all humans, because she will be fighting along side them. Okay people, please, from now on, make your sign ups towards the Lowendove Brotherhood. We only have one member, and we really need two more members. After that, we could start up. Remember, just because vampires have slighly superhuman abilites, doesn't mean humans aren't skilled fighters. Think "Hellsing" (the anime) for human abilities. Lets go.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Alright, I guess I'll let you guys in too, but don't rush me to start the RPG. There is still things you guys will have to read and I will send them threw PMs. I'm still waiting for Arika to edit her sign-up. And I still need two more members for the Lowendove Brotherhood. So, be patient.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Okay, [B]Cyriel[/B] and [B]Ruby[/B] are both in. Great sign ups. [B]Akira[/B] I can let you in as soon as you finish your Bio and give us a description of your character. Now, We have plenty of good characters. Their are two more spots left up, I need one or two VAC members, and one or two Lowendove members so I can even up the sides. Lets go, people.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Thanks both of you for your attempts. But I think he'll be picking Uzumaki Naruto's. Nice job though, on both. Thanks alot. I'm sure he'll love them. Oh, and nice job especially on the banner, UN. The writing font is kinda neat, like written lyrics on a peice of paper. I like that alot. Nice job. Keeping the white background makes it look real clean. Its cool.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Much to my disliking, the Naruto shounen-ai fantasies would be extremely hard and hypocritical to pull off. It seems the the creator has paired up all of the characters basically with their female or male counter part, or atleast, most. The only character I know that would possibly be gay, would probably be Sasuke (which is proven unlikely when he asks how Sakura feels about him to Naruto while training in the woods of Land of Waves) and Gaara, who probably is just a pshycho who kills everything in his path. But what gets me ticked, it when they pair up characters like Naruto/Sasuke. They may hold a respect for each other, but they still highly dislike each other. And while Naruto is occupied with [spoiler]Hyuga Neiji[/spoiler], Sasuke is working out things with Sakura, while Rock Lee, is still trying to when over her. I guess thats the fate, though, of all mildly attractive shounen characters...*sigh*[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] I've only read up to volume three of the Naruto Manga's, and information that I hold past that is what I've learned on the interenet. And beleive me, I do read alot of Naruto on the Internet. I like the universe built around Naruto, and how it is able to explain its self. Kinda like Gundam in the sense it created the world with different types of Ninja and fighitng style (apposed to Mobile Suits and Sides to the War). I enjoy the different techniques and how their carried out with hand signs, which I often mimmic out of boredom. Naruto has urned place as my favorite Manga book, ever. Some say its too shallow and predicatable, but I still enjoy its style and artwork. Oh, and my favorite character is none other than the simply great Rock Lee. Reason for this is because he is the only shinobi unable to use magic, and he therefore compensates by having his body in such great tune. And the "Extreme Lotus" is totally awsome. I salute you, Rock Lee![/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Alright, I'm still not ready to hand out the invitations just yet, but I'm pretty sure the following will be allowed in. [B]Shiguru Dragon Warrior Boo Hatake[/B] [B]vicky[/B](if she changes something I've just requested) [B]Ruby[/B](wouldn't be the same without ya) [B]Cyriel[/B] [B]callmegoddess04[/B] [B]Cloud Strife Annie[/B] Some people I have small issues with, and I will contact you through PM and work them out with you. We still need members for the Blood Brood, so maybe you could lead the charge, [B]Arika[/B]. I'm still in need of sign ups and I'm accepting all comers. All those accepted will be PMed with information concerning the plot frame. I'm drawing the line at 15 members, all though I doubt it will reach that high, but because this RPG is going to span so many episodes, I'm sure it can handle that number. Well, since its only the second day, I'm very impressed. So, lets get those sign ups people. Tell your freinds![/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Alright, this is gonna be a strange request. My freind, who just joined the boards, bigmatt, was hoping to get a avatar/banner set of a particular rapper. Kanye West. Be creative with it, theres only one major thing he wishes for. The lyrics: "I'm on TV, but I ain't makin' da band" "I swear, this right here, history in the makin' man" Thats about it. I hope ya'll can pull it off. Heres a preffered pic: [img]http://www.mtv.com/shared/media/images/artist/w/west_kanye/az_official/376x180.jpg[/img][/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Alright, I'm not gonna tell peeps if their in or not just yet, but I am going to say that I'm [B]NOT[/B] reserving spots, unless I am contacted directly by PM, so [B]Cloud Strife[/B] and [B]Keiji[/B], no deal. As for the sign ups so far, [B]Dragon Warrior[/B] is perfect. But I do have a slight problem with [B]Hatake's[/B]. Seeing as how the Lowendove are basically a holy crusade and they are really picky of who joins their ranks. Also, monks of the catholic church, which the Lowendove are a branch of, are not aloud to bear children, so your bio couldn't happen, and I also don't think that christianity is the major relegion of Japan. You could have your character be VAC or RSDG, if you wish. Or you could probably change the race of your character to English/Caucasian, because thas basically what the Lowendove is made up of. Try clearing those problems up, and we'll be good. Oh, I suppose I'll post my character now... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [B][U]Name:[/U][/B] David "Ares" Arestopali [B][U]Age:[/U][/B] 45 [B][U]Side:[/U][/B] Royal Guild of Supernatural Defense, RSDG [B][U]Gender:[/U][/B] Male [B][U]Species:[/U][/B] Human [B][U]Race:[/U][/B] Caucasian/Mediteranean (Greek) [B][U]Description:[/U][/B] Stands at 6'1". Weighing in at 161 lbs. David has glossy, green eyes that seem like deep pools of water when staring into them. His black hair is a bit balding, but he has grown it out to hide this fact, and pulled it into a neat, short pony tail over his neck. Because of his Greek heritage, David has a slight tan, even though he spends most time in doors, or outside at night. His age shows on his slightly wrinkled face, his expressions, on the other hand, are usually quite cheery and optomistic, while still seeming quite civilized. He always wears a tidey outfit of dress pants and matching vest, with a emblem tie, showing the secret emblem of the RSDG. On occasion he wears a jacket, but really only when he goes outside. On his feet, he wears well polished black shoes. Mounted on the bridge of his nose is a pair of half-glasses, that he wears loosely, usually only straightening to read or get a better glance at something. David can easily look as though he is simply an elderly, mild-mannered man. But under the sophisticated look, hides a warrior with legendary statues. [B][U]Personality:[/U][/B] David is usually a calm, cool man. Even in the most dire of situations, he is able to make sense of things, and make the mood less tense. He handles most situations delicately, thought out well, but on the outside, he never shows this, and most people beleive he just comes up with instant solutions. But to the dismay of others, he is usually right. His veiws on life are something he really keeps to himself. But in all reality, he is a bright and optomistic man with postive veiws on the world, contrary to his seemingly depressing work enviroment and life style. He is light-hearted and has a good sense of humor. Under this however, hides the burning spirit of a warrior, ready to be unleashed in battle. David does a good job of hiding this warrior spirit, but it yearns to come forth, and do battle once more... [B][U]Weapons:[/U][/B] David is known to only use a customized [B]Desert Eagle[/B] from time to time, when vampires and renegades get to close to the RSDG building and he's in the mood to fight. The gun has a 13" barrel with silver hammer parts and ammunition, not to mention the gun has been blessed by a preist and soaked in holy water. This has made sure vampires won't come near the gun, or the user. David, however, does use one more weapon. A weapon that urned him his nick name as Ares, God of War. Few have seen it in action, but anyone that enters his office space, can see it mounted on a wooden platter over him desk on the wall. Engraved with the words "The Love of Christ, The Wrath of God", written in greek letters. The weapons is a unique double-sided sword, crafted from a silver cross. The blade reaches a good 2 feet long, the handle being around 8". The handle itself is not how it is held, rather, in the middle where the arms, blade (tail), and head of the cross meet. On the top of the crossed head, there is a long 20 foot, silver chain. On the other end of that chain is a 6" cross used as a counter weight. It can also be used a grappling hook. This is called [B]"The Chains of Heaven"[/B]. The weapon was passed down to David from his father, who received it from his father, who received in from his father, who created the weapon. It is said to have the four generations warrior spirit build into the blades soul. [B][U]Place of Birth:[/U][/B] Whales, England. But his family originally hails from Crete, the largest Island of Greece. [B][U]Biography:[/U][/B] Life isn't all fun and games when the family business is national defense against supernatural creatures. David's family had been involved with the RSDG since the early 1800's. The story goes great-great-great-Grandpa Arestopali came to Great Britain with his young wife, searching for opportunity. But one day, he was attacked by a large gang of vampires when he was on his way to Church. The vampires nearly had him, when the secret organization of the RSDG fled in, and saved him. Unable to allow for vampires existance to seep out into the public, the RSDG had to offer the 19 year old Arestopali man a position as an agent of RSDG. The only other choice was death, and great-great-great-Grandpa Arestopali joined the RSDG, and started the legacy of the family that would carry the name God of War, for always and forever. So, life really wasn't easy for David growing up. Born in 1964, David's father was one of the biggest hitters for the RSDG threw out the sixties and seventies. Also, threw out that time, he schooled young David in the ways of the RSDG and the fighting style of the Arestopali family. Training was long and hard, and David's childhood wasn't the most happy one, deprived of many freinds, David was forced to go to a school inside the RSDG's main building, with about 5 other children, none of which were as young as he. David grew up and was raised specifically to be an agent for RSDG, and they were extremely successful. At the age of 15, David slew his first vampire while accompanying his father on a mission. At the age of 17, David went about his first solo mission, where he first used his favorite gun, the Desert Eagle, and which he would later on have his own custom design made. After the age of 20, David was left alone to fight for the RSDG by himself, his father retiring that same year. Threw out the eighties and ninties, David was known for his brilliant skill with the family heirloom, the [B]"Chains of Heaven"[/B], aswell as a talented tactics planner. This earned him the name, that his family had always carried, [B]"Ares, God of War"[/B]. His constant success with missions caught the attention of the RSDG's chairmen, and they took David in as mission planner and commander. At first, David was extatic that he would have such a vital and powerful position. But during the late ninties and on, the aging warrior began to fall into depression. He began missing the heat of battle that once warmed his blood. Lookin for a purpose, David took on a woman, that would eventually become his wife. A fellow RSDG agent, she was a feild agent who was talented in hand-to-hand fighting. They had a child together, Michael, and they lived happy. Still this could not remedy David's fallen spirit. One day, David's wife was mortally injured in combat. She died of lung failure after being stabbed in the right lung. David was a single father and widower now, and he felt even more depressed as he spent much time away from his son, left in custody of the RSDG's 'day care' service. However, he still made sure to spend time with his son, and teach him the family business and fighting style, just as his father did him, and so on and so forth. David spent his days planning out missions against the Lowendove and rogue vampires. Not seeing any of the action which he so dearly wanted to see. He could only hear about the fighting. But something lately has taken away David's depression. Something has caused him to be filled with excitment. The Blood Brood's soldiers have given David a purpose once again. To fight the Blood Brood off was now his mission in life. The dire situation warmed the blood in David's veins. Aswell as reigniting the warrior's spirit that once burned in him so white hot. Preparing himself for a battle to end all, [B]"Ares, God of War"[/B] readied himself to fight once again...[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Uh Oh... Little Uzumaki Naruto, already gettin' the girls attention. Go Boy! J/K. But for the banner, I love it! I'm a big Naruto fan and an even bigger Rock Lee fan, being my favorite character. I like the pic, but it really reminds me of Snow White and I fear the Walt Disney's gonna sue when they unfreeze his body. I really like the color template and the way the pic fits in. Superb job![/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] [B]OOC:[/B] This is going to be some much fun! [B]IC:[/B] Mothias instantly changed as he jumped out of the sunbway station, leaping high into the air, he howled like a wild beast and he fell to the ground. As soon as he touched down, he flew out into the fire line, causing several of the men to fly high into the air with mangled bodies. The firing squad focused alot of fire power on Mothias, who easily dodged the petty bullets, and ripped the throats of three lined up men, like a set of domino, they all fell down, blood splattering all over the streets. As Mothias continued his rightous slaughter, a loud explosion rattered his ears, causing him to cringe a bit and stop temporarily. He looked up then to the large fire ball falling down from the great Empire State. The remnants of the explosion fell to the ground, maming several innocent people, and fortunately for the Crimson Pack, taking out a few of the seemingly goverment soldiers. This battle was big. Mothias and his men were not used to doing battle out in the open, and this was more than Mothias preferred, as it was right in the middle of a highly populated area. Mothias then stopped his thought as he saw barrages of shadow realm creatures emerging from the alleys and buildings, rushing the streets to join in battle. Mothias was confused, but they seemed to be only hostile to the soldiers, and Mothias shut out his fear of them. Mothias looked around for a major target to be had, but it was hard to see with all the explosion and flying bodies, mangled and such. Before he could make up his mind, Mothias felt a cold blade slice his right arm. Mothias didn't even SENSE the attack, and that worried him. He turned around to see the same female agent of the Shadow Walkers, the one who had so easily injured Luther, staring at him with a smug smile. His eyes shook as he stared into her cold pools of brown. She then did a verticle back flip and went into battle with other creatures. Mothias snarled in anger and went into battle himself with a barrage of rifle weilding men. Mothias rushed in and uppercutted one with his claw, causing him to fly into the air with a stream of blood raining down onto him, he quickly turned and slashed the throats of several, then he he shifted his weight to his legs and rammed his powerful shoulders into three of the soldiers, causing them to fly away with mangled bodies. Mothias let out a loud howl of ferocity and continued his attack...[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Its what you've all been waitng for!!! This is based on one of my past RPGs that, one, was a big hit, and two, I never was allowed to finish. I have altered and created a plot to thickent the world now, so for thoughs who remember, their are still a few suprises! Oh, and this RPG is Rated [B]whatever the hell you make of it.[/B] Its about vampires, so a [B]'PG-13'[/B] may be in order, but I've never used the whole rating thing. Oh, and their may be a bit of reading involved, so your forewarned. [/color][/size] [color=darkred][size=2] [B][U]History[/B][/U][/size] [size=1] It is said that God created human's in his image, and that they were to rule Earth while God watched over them from heaven. Satan, however, always in antagonization with God, created his own race, which would eventually become known as the vampire, after Adam and Eve were exiled from Eden. For years, they were simply called demon, or monster. Vampire were created in negative of human kind, made to feed off of the humans. Early man had no defense agains the beasts and for years of humanities early existance, threw out most of the B.C. era, Vampire were the dominate species of the world. Life was bleek for humanity, but then the day came when humanites savior, Jesus Christ was born. Christianity proved to be the vampires weakness, because it was the relegion of God. Vampire still had a vice grip, however, over humanity, for Christianity was still an unpopular relegion amongst the world. Vampires had a mortal enemy now, but they still fed off of humans like cattle. But they noticed as more and more humans converted the the christian ways that their kind were being pushed further and further into the shadow's of which they were born. Then, when Christ was crucified, many vampire thought that it was a day of celebration, but in all reality, it was a time for fear and paranoia, for the relegion of Christianity would soon spread into the royal families. The day Charlemaine became king of the Franks sealed their fate for good. Charlemaine's Kingdom, spreading Christianity threw out Europe, became Vampire's true mortal enemy, and they resorted soon into hiding in the shadows of the human-ruled world. Monastaries and Churches formed alliances against the un-holy creatures known as vampire, and the hunters soon became the hunted as Monk's created clan's, their prime objective, hunting vampire and ridding the world of the species, which they simply called "over grown leeches". Later on the the A.D. era, the English Catholic Church and Monastary formed one single and powerful hunters society/clan. Formed under Father Alastor Lowendove III, they called themselves "The Lowendove Brotherhood", and they were recognized by the Queen of Englan, Elizabeth, as their top defense against all supernatural threats, their main target, vampire. The Lowendove for years were known as an honorable force, brandishing the sword of God in the crusade agains the hell-spawn that was vampire. Reknowned for their skill in dispatching vampire, the Lowendove enjoyed the lives of heroes, althought most were Monks and preists of the Catholic Church, some of the most skilled brothers were civilian and orphans who grew up in the custody of the church. From them, the Lowendove slowly became a clan, and the hunter traits passing down the bloodlines of the Lowendove, branching off and with every generation, multiplying. But because the Lowendove had lost much of its original honor code, many of the new brothers abused their power. Stealing and killing without jurisdiction from the Royal law enforcment, the Lowendove slowly became more and more corrupt up until the current monarch of England was forced to disband the Brotherhood, and no longer hold them as Britain's supernatural defense system. Out of this was born the "Royal Guild of Supernatural Defense" or better known as the RGSD. The monarch of England formed the knew branch of Royal defense under the decree of not to wipe out the vampire race, but rather, form a more peaceful and neutral bond between the human and vampire races. But their main purpose was to erase any supernatural threat, be it vampire or human. For most of the RGSD's existance, there were strictly human agents and most vampires were still very hostile to the Royal Throne, and human race in general. But as time passed, Vampire became more organized and civilized. The slowly became more humane and supressed their blood thirsty nature in order to become more successful in the ever humanizing world. And so, the vampire slowly became more 'neutral' with the human race, still hunting them, but not reaching for over all slaughter without mercy. Some vampire even joined specialized units of the RGSD, maintaning peace between the two species. As the world began to grow modernized, and industrialization took over Europe and England, the vampire's began forming guilds and organizations, in order to civily and humanely maintain their race. The larges of the organization was called the "Vampiric Alliance of Civilization" or VAC. This organization made sure that the race of vampire was fed the human blood that suplemented them, while still beign a civilized organization and mainting a freindly relationship with the RGSD. But the VAC still held arms, in the case that rogue hunters tried killing fairly 'innocent' vampire. To both the VAC and the RSDG's dismay, a new enemy prevailed. But actually not new, it was truly the newly revived Lowendove Brotherhood, a large clan of vampire hunters, made up of the blood decedants of the original Brotherhood, aswell as taking in freelance hunters. The Lowendove Brotherhood waged silent war against both the RSDG and the VAC, based on racism and jealousy of lost glory. The war has lasted till this vary day...[/size] [size=2][U][B]The Story[/B][/U][/size] [size=1] The year is 2009, the war between the Lowendove and the two organizations of peace have drawn to a stalemate. Much blood has been shed, and that blood is bitter with deceit. But a new enemy has emerged. More dangerous, more hostile than the Lowendove. They are a vampiric clan, swearing a creed to return vampire to the top of the food chain, and masters of all civilization. Using terrorist and guerilla tactics, this renegade group of vigilantes have killed members of all three factions. The Lowendove, for hunting vampire. The Vampiric Alliance of Civilzation for being in league with humans. The RSDG, for being a major source of defense for the human world. They have commited several crimes ranging from arson to near bio-logical terrorism. The renegade's have grown so far to be successful in their cause. And they have now dubbed themselves the "Blood Brood". Ever since the day the Blood Brood has emerged, the three organizations have stopped their fighting, and turned their attentions towards the Brood. But alone, they have proven unsuccessful. The Brood is slowly eating away at each once grand civilizations, and only two options remain. Join together in temporary alliance, thow aside the bad blood and differences, and take down the common enemy. Or, be destroyed completely, and eventually surrender the human race to the massive numbers of the Blood Brood. A desicion must be made, and the human race depends on it...[/color][/size] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [color=green][size=1]WHEW!!! What a read, huh? By the way, this takes place in London, England.[/size] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [size=2][B][U]The Sides[/B][/U][/size] [size=1] [B]The Royal Guild of Supernatural Defense:[/B] The RGSD is a high-funded orgnaization and can afford high-grade weapons from silver-nitrate bullets to holy gun turrets. The members have more modern fighting styles, ranging from martial arts to military tactics training. Members of this group have freedom to use what they want, be it guns or swords. Well balanced in all areas. [B]The Vampiric Alliance of Civilization:[/B] Much like the RGSD, the VAC has high enough funding to be able to afford high grade arms. The members of this organization come from all over the world, because the VAC has several branches in different countries. This allows many different and various fighitng styles to emerge from the group. They are good hand-to-hand fighters and close range fighters because of their vampire abilites. [B]The Lowendove Brotherhood:[/B] The Lowendove aren't very fanciful of guns, other than small arms, such as berretas and Desert Eagles, loaded with blessed bullets. They much rather use traditional english swords, knives, weaponized crosses, and other strange and customized weapons made for their purpose. They are mainly a hands on group and use their blessed weapons to an advantage against the vampires. [B]The Blood Brood:[/B] The Blood Brood is blood thirsty by nature and have a ruthless way of fighting close up. Many times going itno an apparent berserker mind set. The Blood Brood is more than just that, often times they use Guerilla tactics and terrorism, using other sides weapons against them or holding up weapons silos, sometimes even taking hostages. They make their means in any manor they can think of, and they simply don't care about the lives of others. They use most of the times either their bare hands or military rifles such as the AK-47 that they steal from goverment and police facilites, so they too are well balanced in long and short range combat, but not as indepth as say the VAC or Lowendove. Choose wisely of which side you join. You may change mid way in the RPG, aslong as you make it sensible, and forwarding the plot. Maybe even make it a neat little side story. [/size] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [size=2][B][U]The Sign Ups[/B][/U][/size] [size=1] Okay, now here is the complicated part. I need you all to make sure you stick to the story, and be very true to it. Don't allow your characters to just automatically bond with the other sides, because their is a thick screen of deceit between them. Make this good, cuz this is a labor of love for me, and I've been holding this in for a long time. [B]Name:[/B] (modern preffered) [B]Age:[/B] (humans shouldn't be over 60, vampires, go nuts) [B]Side:[/B] (Lowendove, RSDG, VAC, or Blood Brood. Choose wisely by the descriptions.) [B]Gender:[/B] [B]Species:[/B] (no vampires in the Lowendove, no humans in the VAC or Blood Brood) [B]Race:[/B] (black, caucasian, asian, latino, whatever.) [B]Description:[/B] (physical, clothes, height, weight, hair, eyes, skin) [B]Personality:[/B] (the nature of your character, be creative, be original, go nuts!) [B]Weapons:[/B] (whatever the hell you want, but try to be creative in some sense. this takes place in England, so not everyone has to use a wakizashi and katana.) [B]Place of Birth:[/B] (country, city if possible) [B]Biography:[/B] (This is where you have to really try, make your character's past original and intangled in the story. Try to make them significant in some way.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Thats it. I will be post my sign up later on. As a note, make sure you understand the story, and make sure your committed. I've been planning this RPG our for quite some time and purposely waited till summer so I could be more dedicated to it myself. I hope for this to be a hit. Try to go with the flow I set with the story while still making your own personal twists and plot shifts. The first episode won't conclude the series. Theres alot I want to do with this, alot of plot twists I think you will find quite interesting. And it will carry out over what I plan to be three major episodes. Your character may die, may live, may switch sides. That is in your hands really. Make it juicy. Now, let the sign ups BEGIN![/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] [B]OOC:[/B] Wow, everyone's ganging up on the good old Crimson Pack... Well, I hope you don't mind me putting the SUPER in supernatural, because it seems to be the only way for me to survive this perdicament. [B]IC:[/B] The panicking Crimson Pack were hiding deep in the subways as the armed units of some mysterious army gathered outside their once secret gathering place. A few members of the pack had been offed hours before, word caught on, and the pack ran to their once safe hiding place, waiting for a plan of retaliation. Fear and paranoia filled the air, and Mothias could smell it on every wolf in the pack. He was getting tired of the fear... he was going to do something about it, and he was going to get out of this situation alive, and hopefully still have his pack intact. Mothias looked up over the large crowd, standing on a soap box. "Brothers and sisters!!!" he called out with a deep and loud voice, getting most of the pack's emmidiate attention. "Are we, the members of the great Crimson Pack, going to just sit here, with our tails between our legs, hiding in fear?!? Answer me!" "Mothias!" a fearful voice called out, "H-how, are we going to take all of those men and armed units? W-we trusted you and followed your lead when we were the aggressors, but this time, they out number us, and are driving us out of our homes. Some of us have cubs to watch over Mothias. And now even they are in danger. What are we to do?!" Mothias stared out into the crowd with sorrowful eyes, he felt the pity of those with families, and that speaker had opened his eyes now. "I understand, brother, I understand. But! We must not go into hiding, or we will die out slow, and no one to remember our legacy. But, if we try to fight, or atleast flee from their vice grip, we may survive. That way, we would be better off than dying of hunger and thirst in the murky subways." Deceit still dominated the room, Mothias was fearful of the plight of the pack now. Things had taken a major turn for the worst ever since he had fought the Shadow Walkers early that Saturday. He himself was panicking, and the only move he would be able to make, would most likely to blindly fight, possibly alone. Atleast if he went out fighting, he would take out some of the soldiers, and the commotion would allow his pack to flee. That would be Mothias' only choice, and because of this, Mothias' heart sank into the pits of his stomache, he knew he must die for the survival of his people. He must do honor to the name pack leader, and he must protect the pack to the end. Mothias looked up into the crowd with glossy eyes. "My family, my Crimson Pack... I see now, the true plight of our pack. And so I must ask one more thing of you, before I see you for the last time." Mothias said out, and the entire pack looked up to him, confused. "I-I need you, to all run, flee from this area and find a new safe house, somewhere the aggressors are not. I will draw their attention, by myself. You will have to choose a new pack leader, after you find a new home..." at that, the pack all looked to Mothias with prideful eyes. He then turned his back, and made his way towards the exit of the subway. He looked forward with a straight back, his eyes fixated on his path. "Mothias! Mothias! Wait!" a familiar voice rang out, followed by loud footsteps echoing threw out the tunnels. Mothias turned to see Luther, bandaged and still a little injured, running towards him. "Luther..." Mothias said in a whisper. "Mothias, I will fight with you..." he said with strong eyes and a deep voice. He ripped the bandages from his body to reveal deep scars in his flesh. "I-I can't ask you to do that..." Mothias said sadly. "You didn't." Luther said simply. His eyes fixated on Mothias'. He then turned around, and slowly, Gavin stepped forth aswell. "I too, will fight along with you, leader... freind." he said in an honored tone, bowing in Mothias' presence. Suddenly, members of the crowd followed Luther and Gavin's lead, stepping up to Mothias with brave eyes. "I'll fight with you, to the end." "Hell and back." "Honor in death." They all said their own words to Mothias as they stepped up to fight. Almost all of the men of the Crimson Pack now stood by Mothias, who's throat was knotted up, as he choked back tears. "M-my freinds... we shall survive this... the Crimson Pack shall live on..." Mothias choked out, and then slowly, a stream of tear rolled down his cheek. Mothias turned then, and walked towards the exit of the subway, were flash lights and spot lights brightened the dark night. He looked up as his gang followed him, and he stepped out onto the streets. The battlefeild... [B]OOC:[/B] Please don't kill too many of them. Make it reasonable.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] I am an avid Cowboy Bebop fan, being number two on my top anime list. And Ruroini Kenshin takes 4th place, so this sounds like a great combination of the two. I have yet to see any scenes or anything from Champloo, but what I'm hearing here, it reallt attracts me. Especially the music. Cowboy Bebop's soundtrack turned me into a bit of a Jazz fan, and I'm already an avid hip hop fan, so this should just up the anti. And I'm all for weird fighting styles, because I'm also an avid fan of anything martial arts. As I am hearing, this should be right up my alley, and I can't wait for the DVDs to come to America, which I'm sure they will. Maybe Adult Swim will pick Champloo up. Theres a good chance that'll happen, they have an eye for good anime, and their all Watanabe fans. The future looks good for this anime![/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] I just last night watched my first full episode of Case Closed and I must say I really enjoyed it. It was humorous, smart, and just fun to watch. I liked how they explained [spoiler]how the guy commited suicide and such in a very mysterious way[/spoiler] and it was interesting watching the characters go threw different stages of evidence proving them guilty and then canceling them out. I hope all the other episodes are similar, and if it went on to around 350 episodes, it must keep evolving to please the crowd. I look forward to this series. [B]Inspector:[/B] "Get the cause of death yet?" [B]Forensics Man:[/B] "Were pretty sure its the knife in his back sir..."[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] This is my favorite game of all time. I will do it honor! [B]Name:[/B] Gasuke Mochi (rice ball) [B]Age:[/B] 16 [B]Class:[/B] Hero [B]Description:[/B] Gasuke wears a black split skirt kimono with a red, sleevless top. He wears black-iron sandals and white socks. On his fore head, he wears a pair of aviator goggles which he pulls down when using his fire spells. His eyes are ligh brown, which seem to burn red when looking into light. His hair is dark black an on the tips of his hair, he has dark red highlights. His skin is dark, tanned, and rough. His face is usually dirty, but is also wild and burning with vigor, just as his soul. He stands at an average 5'10", but looks taller than he really is. He weighs 143 lbs. Gasuke is particularly skinny in the arms and waist, but his muscles are well toned. [B]Bio:[/B] Gasuke is a native to the small village of Grillin. Son to a single mother, Gasuke never knew his father, and never knew to ask of who he really was. But his mother always told him he took after his fathe in everyway. Gasuke enjoyed hunting in the woods of Steamwood, were he honed his fighting skills to the fullest, fighting off monsters of different shapes and sizes. His mother watched proudly as he grew to become a strong young man. And the day came when she finally told him the story of his father. Gasuke learned in great dismay that his father was once a high officer in the Allucaneet Kingdom, a brave warrior who fought for the Kingdom with the power of his mystic 'fire blades' at his side, he was called the "Fire Dragon of Allucaneet". Gasuke listened to the story, filled with pride. Gasuke then learned that his father was killed in battle by the Thirstquencher Empire. Gasuke's mother told him all of how after the defeat of the Allucaneet Kingdom, the lands fell into poverty and perversion. Gasuke slowly became filled with hate for the Empire. And then his mother gave him the legendary tools of his father. The Burning Gauntlets and the Ho no Naginata which made his father famous on the battle feild, Gasuke was given the warrior inhereitence of his father. Ever since that day, Gasuke had trained with his fathers weapons, hoping to one day, finish his legacy, and revive the once prosperice Allucaneet Kingdom, who his father once so bravely fought to preserve. Then the time came when the rumor that the Kingdom's hero was on his way. Gasuke was filled with excitment as he awaited the arrival of the hero of the fallen Kingdom, and hoping that he would be able to aid this hero, and build a mighty reputation for himself in the process, just like his father... (sorry for the short bio, I havn't played the game in some while) [B]Starting Point:[/B] Grillin Village [U][B]Primary Weapon:[/B][/U] [B]Ho No Naginata:[/B] a magical curve-bladed spear that is said to contain the spirit of fire within the blades soul, it is a family eirloom and was passed down directly to Gasuke from his legendary father. [U][B]Secondary Weapon:[/B][/U] [B]The Burning Gauntlets:[/B] a pair of offensive/defensive steel gauntlets that is said to hold the spirit of fire within its steel plates. Once worn by Gasuke's father in the war agains the Thirstquencher, the legendary gauntlets were passed down to Gasuke. [B]Items:[/B] Antidote, First Aid, Gord of Gasoline (I hope I didn't get too much) [U][B]Spells:[/B][/U] [B]Dragon Breath:[/B] By making a diamond shape over the mouth with the hands, the attacker can 'breath' a large stream of fire threw the mouth. The fuel of this attack is the consumption of gasoline, and then blowing it threw the Burning Gauntlets, which ignites the fire into a stream of fire by snapping the fingers with a spark. This is a powerful attack when directed correctly, and can also be used as a tool for burning down shrubbery and such. (Hope I'm allowed that number of spells) (Tell me if my sign up needs some editing, please) EDIT: Hope thats a little better. The weapons aren't necessarily magic, they just have a legend to them, and I only retain the Dragon Breath spell, whihc actually is just a little trick sparking the gasoline into fire like a circus performer, and I have shortened my number of items to 3. His father was nicknamed the Fire Dragon because of his once great ability of magic, which didn't carry over with his weapons, but his ability to use magic, so that doesn't carry down to Gasuke, he just takes it to heart because of his father's legend. So I hope I cleared that problem up. Sorry for the trouble.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] [B]OOC:[/B] Sorry for taking it so quickly. I was getting bored. I don't mind, but you might want to change his name from Lucifer to Luther in the last paragraph. I guess this will be the end of the battle, but I hope to fight again, later on. [B]IC:[/B] Luther howled a bit in pain as he recovered from the swift attack. It was time for Mothias to get more involved in this battle, as he realized these were no normal humans. Mothias stepped up to attack the female and most skilled of the group, but before Mothias could get within feet of her, two smaller bodyguards stepped up with their pathetic blades drawn. Mothias shown his sharp fangs in anger and watched as the too fighters steadily stared at him. But he could smell their fear, especially from a partiticularly short one. His eyes shone with fear, but his body hid it well. The two fighters glanced at each other and jumped high for an aerial attack. Mothias quickly rolled on the floor to dodge their assault and watched as they slowly turned around. Mothias kicked on of the fighters, the more 'brave' he supposed into the wall, causing brick to crumble on contact. The more fearful one watched in jumped in suprise and looked into Mothias' cold, crimson eyes. In desperation, the fighter swung at Mothias' head, but Mothias easily ducked, and then jumped avoiding a sweeping technique. The fighter began unleashing a barrage of stabbing techniques on Mothias, who easily dodged them, but then a slip of his wrist caused the Eastern fighter to make a small insecion (SP?) on Mothias' arm. He jumped back quickly and smiled in a weak satisfication. Mothias peaked at the small flesh wound, and then he looked over to the slowly recovering fighter who had been kicked into the wall. Gavin was fighting the other two warrios, he was doing well for himself, but no major blood had been shed, and Luther was busy defending himself against the female, with unsuccesful attempts. Mothias had to hurry inorder to save him, he was bleeding badly from his back. Mothias then looked up to his opponent. He unleashed a ferocious roar, like a wolf growling at a challenging alpha male. He rushed into the opponent with blinding speed, and cut across the man's stomache with his sharp, knife like claws. The man screamed in agony, but it was a short cry of pain, for Mothias was already on his back, jumping on it, Mothias clawed into his shoulders and sunk his fangs into the man's throat and neck, tearing threw his soft skin and ripping his throat. Blood splattered all over the ground, coloring it crimson. Mothias unleashed the dead corpse and looked up to the female, who had noticed the attack, and she temporarily focused on Mothias with eyes fixated on his blood soaked mouth. The man laying agains the wall looked in fear, Mothias could smell it strong, he could feel it, he could almost taste the man's fear, but he didn't even look at him. He just stared at the female, and then he rushed at her. Mothias jumped high in the air and came down with his claws pointing down like stabbing daggers. The female swiftly dodged under his claws and held out her katana blade in defense, staring down Mothias, now ignoring the badly injured Luther. "" she spoke in a strange language, most likely japanese to her men. Mothias did not understand, but he watched as her surving men jumped up away from their opponent and fazed into the shadows, as if melding into them. Mothias still stared at her with his ferocious expression. "Remember the name, Shadow Walkers, dog. For they shall be known for exterminating all... from the shadow realm." the woman said in english this time, and also melded into the shadows. Mothias, Luther, and Gavin all stared into the shadows, tired and breathing hard. "Luther... we need to get you to a safe house. You must heal." Mothias said as he slowly turned back into his human form. He eyes now concerned for Luther's well being. "Thank you for your concern, but I'll be fine..." Luther said with a cringing face, trying to ignore the pain. "We still have work to do." "No... we have enough information tonight. Now we know the name's of our once faceless enemies... The Shadow Walkers." Mothias said with a sneer, gazing deeply into the shadows.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Mothias and his bodyguards, Gavin and Luther, had met up very shortly before. They had just begun scowering the streets of the seedy area's of Brooklyn, searching out for symbols and give offs suggesting anything werewolf, or remotely shadow realm-related. Mostly, he only saw green goblish, or goblin symbols hidden as strange drawing on the walls of back alleys, and he knew that it was best not to get involved with Goblins unless he had a larger gang with him. The goblins weren't dangerous in small numbers, but their smell filled the air, mixed with the stench of blood and drugs. The pudrid aroma stung the delicate senses of the wolves, and they walked around much of the time with bandana's wrapped around their faces. The sun was going down as the three wolves scowered the streets, but they were bound to find some information, even if it meant staying out for the remainder of the night and next day. Slowly, as the darkness fell, the sounds came. Groups of people confersating, muffled gun fire, gambling men yelling in victory,cat calls from protitutes. The sounds were wild and trance like, hypnotic even. Suddenly, the hypnotic state of the wolves was interrupted asthe voice of a group of raggidy men called out from a dark alley way. "YO! O'fays! What the hell you doin', stompin' our turf?" the ovious ring leader called out in arrogancy. A strange and familiar smell raised Mothias' nostrels. He lifted up his make shift mask and stared at the man with cold eyes, sending chills down the agressors spine. Then it came to him, goblin's, again. " Listen up, filth, your little gang here is far to small to even comprehend victory against the three of us." Mothias said flat out, as if explaining fact to a person. The true form of the goblins slowly came, their then black skin slowly lightening and turning green in tent, their eyes looking up with a dirty yellow glow. "W-what did you say, ponk? I know this ponk just didn't!" the Golbin leader called out to his scruffy gang. "Thats it boys, lets show these b*thces what happens when they ***** with US!!!" the leader called out, the Goblins all drawing handguns. Before one could pull their trigger, and large pocket knife was lodged in one of the goblins head. Black and white flashes quickly followed, swiftly blowing wind threw the clothing of the goblins. The leader quickly turned back to see the streaks travel sleekly threw his gang, and slashes of crimson blood flinging across the walls of the alley way. His gang was gone, and there left was the gang leader. "N-no... you can't be... w-were-w-w-wolves..." "Get it correct, scum." Mothias' bold voice rang out, the goblin leader turned to be grabbed by the throat. "We are the Crimson Pack, and we are the pack who paints our victory on the walls with our foe's BLOOD!!!" Mothias yelled in anger and pride, then, the faint sound of the golbin's snapping neck followed and his stiff body fell limp. Mothias dropped its body with a thud, and looked down on it. "Filth..." "Hey, Mothias, you could have asked the guy something about the Eastern Gang before killin' 'em." Gavin called out with a smirk on his face. "No, because there right under our noses..." Mothias said, moving his eyes sharply facing the dark shadows of the alley way, now being lit by the blades of unsheathed swords... [B]OOC:[/B] Now you come in, Cyriel, we shouldn't kill many of our characters. Feel free to wound, but lets make the battle breif, like one post each.[/color][/size]

[quote name='NeoNabishen']I like to watch breakdancing. But Im white. One time I tryed to breakdance at a school dance, I can still hear them laughing. :confused:[/quote] [color=green][size=1] Yo, I'm very much so white, and I'm good at breakdancing. Hell, most of my black (or any other race for that matter) freinds don't have a dancing bone in their body. It just takes alotta practice and determination. I used to suck at it, but now, people say I'm one of the better pop-n-lockers in my school, and being white just gets me more attention with it. It just takes practice, but you should know your alright at it before you go doing it in public.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] I unfortunately missed the first episode, but I had wished to catch it. It seemed like a good series, and seeing your opinion makes me want to see it more. I'm still confused on what type of series this is? Is it mainly humor? Modern Fantasy? Mystery? What? Its seemed like a mix of all three when I saw the commercials and preveiws, so I guess I'll have to see for my self. Could someone clarify for me those questions though?[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Gaiman is a pretty down to Earth guy and doesn't really act cocky, but he has admitted to saying that his book, "The Watchmen", was a great peice and no other comic has acheived its complexity. But that is a true statement and many critics have agreed with that. He mostly does horror/thriller/modern fantasy stories. Alot having to do with dreams and bending reality. Also, in "The Sandman", Dream makes several trips to Hell, were he conversates with Lucifer, Beezelbub, and another king of Hell who's name I can't remember. So I don't know really, he's more Horror than anything, though. And I love the mood he sets for it. But the way he potrays some characters is kinda funny and humorous. But its still mainly horror/modern fantasy set in the DC world with Superman, Batman, Green Lantern, and the likes of them. I really enjoy his writting.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] The hard part was over for Mothias. He had finally rallyed his pack effectively and their spirits burned with vigor. Now, Mothias had to think... think of a way he could accomplish his goal. He knew he had to find a way to follow threw on his promise, or his pack would surely abandon him. So, Mothias decided his best move was to go underground, more underground than even his pack, and dig for information concerning the Eastern Gang. Mothias left his small apartment near the Rocafeller center and left out onto the streets. The streets of his area were moderatley clean, but where Mothias had to go, a rough crowd was sure to lurk. Mothias raised his hand in the air, calling out, "TAXI!" over and over. Slowly, a seedy, oldfashioned cab rolled up to him. Mothias sneered a bit, and opened the door, cringing in disgust at the cab's rancid smell. He sat down, holding his delicate nose (werewolves have hightened smelling sense, remember). "Wheigha to, bub?" the grimey cab driver asked in a thick Jersey accent. "Brooklyn, thirty-first street, please." Mothias said with a stuffy nose threw his closed nostrels. "Shore thing, pal." the cab driver said, pulling down his hat and pulling into the road. The sound of chimes and hangings filled Mothias' ears. His eyes scringed in annoyance. Mothias thought to himself, and rehursed his plans while he waited for the cab to reach his destination. He was to get to Brooklyn, and wait at the designated spot where his freinds and bodyguards, Gavin and Luther, were to meet up with him, and together, they would search the underbellie of the area and try their best to gather information on the Eastern Gang. Screeching tired interrupted Mothias' thoughts as the cab stopped. "Brooklyn, thirty-foist street, pal." the cab driver said in his croaky voice. "The charge'll be $12.89." Mothias' unpleasently let loose his nose and pulled the money from his leather wallet. Suddenly, he realized the ranicid smell as what it truely was, he could recognize that smell anywhere. Mothias handed the cabby his money and stepped out of the car. Still holding the door, Mothias said with a smile, "Thanks, Goblin..." Mothias turned around and closed the door, smiling with his teeth as the cab driver stared at him befuddeled. Mothias began to walk and the sound of screeching tires followed. Mothias chuckled under his breath. Now, he had to lay and wait for his partners, and then his mission would start.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] It was saturday night, 12:37 am t be exact. Mothias stolled down the street with his hands in his deep, trench coat pockets, breathing cold into the winter's frozen air. His white hair flailed in the bitter wind as he made his way to the old subway station, where his pack would be meeting at. He was late, as usual, and most had grown accustomed to that. The stairs going down to the old, decayed meeting place was graffitied badly, this served enough warning that this was no place for commoners. Mothias stepped down the broken stairs and towards the center area of the station, where a large number of russling werewolves huddled together, waiting and conversating. The room fell silent at Mothias' presence. Smirking, he continued walking and stepped onto a large ledge, clearing his throat. Mothias began to speak. "Brothers... Sisters, and all members of the Crimson Pack!" Mothias called out in a powerful and deep voice, "I have gathered you all here today, to make my first true movement since becoming pack leader." Russling spread throught the room, some excited, others adgitated. "What is this 'movement' that you speak of, Mothias?" a small voice came from the now silenced pack. "I am glad you asked, brother." Mothias said with a smile. "As you all know... the sworn enemy of the Crimson Pack, Werewolves, and all those hailing from the shadow realm, is the 'Eastern Gang'." growling and howls spread threw out the room at that statement. "And we, of all packs, clans, and species, have a sworn vendetta to the Easterns, for their crimes commited against our pack. Murdering our former pack leader, killing off several of our own, those are just some of the hate crimes they have commited against us. And now I stand here to say, I beleive it is time for... RETALIATION!" The pack fell silent. Wide eyed and in awe now. "It is time for us to strike back against the organization who so mercilessly hunts us down, as if by sport. Werewolves are creatures of pride and honor! And I swear by Darius' name that I will NOT allow some two-bit HUMAN GANG TO DISHONOR OUR PACK!" The room began to get excited at Mothias' bold and powerful words. "But, my brothers and sisters, what I truly need now, is you. If there was ever a time I needed your cooperation, if there ever was a time that I needed my pack to recognize me, and respect my will, it is now. I have proven myself pack leader time and time again, have I not?" The room fell silent again as several members of the pack thought over their past actions. Then, cheers came from the crowd, without force, the crowd began to cheer to Mothias' words. "That is what I thought! Brothers and Sisters of the Crimson Pack! It is time to regain our honor, and become the greatest force in all of this human city! It is time to make this the era of the Werewolf! And place the Crimson Pack at the top! We shall CRUSH OUR FOES!!!" Mothias called out, answered by a barrage of cheers and yells of pride. Mothias smiled with pride himself as spirit filled with excitment. Mothias was ready to fill out the vendetta he had held for so long... [B]OOC:[/B] Yo, you guys tell me if I'm going to fast. And Cyriel, feel free to have your character listen in on this little speech.[/color][/size]