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[color=green][size=1] Neil Gaiman has obviously been one of the biggest names in comics since Stan Lee drew up a little web-slinger wearing red tights. I've known of his works such as "Sandman" and "The Watchmen" for some while, but its only been till recently that I was able to see the glory of his work in the first volume of the "Sandman" graphic novel. I loved reading this book so much. The art work wasn't the best I had seen to date, but that reasonable seeing as how it was originally made in the late eighties, early ninties. But the story itself was unbeleivable. I just loved the world he created, showing all the 'demi-gods', such as the opposite brothers, Cain and Able, the pretty-boy Lucifer, the always perky, good looking and optomistic Death, and the main character, and Death's younger brother, Dream. Going threw reading "Sandman", their were points of depression, tension, fear, comedy, and at the end of the first volume, a feeling of optomism, and happiness. And threw those mood changes, it made since with the transitions. I loved the narrative style, the script, and most of all, the characterization. I'm pretty sure many people here have heard of Neil Gaiman, seeing as how he's still one of the biggest names in American comics. So, I'd like to hear about others opinions on him, and his works.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] A crowd gathered around two men, staring each other down with undaunting eyes. Both breathingly steadily and silent, they stared in silence, as the crowd did aswell. One man was dressed in a dark red shirt and white pants, the other looked more ragged and street grown. Neither carried weapon nor wore armor. Just the two warriors, ready for the truest battle. The red shirted man with white hair began to take off his shirt, as did the other. The white haired warrior's body revealed several battle scars and a well toned body, the opponent, on the other hand, was less fit, and had a clean skin. Both men began clenching their teeth and fists. The wind blew bitter on their bare abdomens as their bones began to crack and snap. Their bodies spasmed and twitched all over, but neither man's face moved as they stared down one another. Suddenly, both men began to growl as their eye's pupils grew large and shrunk back to reveal more wild eyes. They showed their teeth's like wild animals in battle, and they began to sharpen and grow long, into fangs. Their skin darkened and their muscles buldged as their bodies changed shape, to become more hunched over. Both men growled loudly as their noses and jaws shot out into snouts. Their ears growing pointes and their finger nails turning into think claws. Then from the base of their neck, hair sprout across their body. The white haired man covered in silver-shone white fur and the scruffier looking one growing dusty black fur. Excitment quickly shot threw the crowd surrouning them as they began to cheer and yell. Both men had transformed into their true form... and both were ready for battle. The white furred fighter stood without a twinge as the dusty street fighter charged at him with ferocious eyes, claws held high, like a wolf jumping to maul its prey. The wolf jumped and came down on the white opponent, but was left with nothing but a silver flash, and an agonizing gash against its right side. Blood poured from the wound, as the fighter quickly turned around to see nothing, but another white flash. The dusty fighter quickly hit the ground as he felt the padded foot of his opponent on kick his back hard. Rolling quickly in an attempt for recovery, the fighter was met by a held down arm and a claw less than an inch away from the face. The white furred warrior was victorious. He slowly eazed off the paw and got up from the dismayed, dusty warrior. He fur slowly disappeared and his snout went back to its human form. His claws went back to finger nails and his eyes became normal. His ears went back and his skin turned its still dark color. The man with white haired stared down at his defeated opponent. "Get better, before you challenge the pack leader, fool." the white haired man said with a sneer. Picking up his shirt, he covered his battle scared body and left the human ring, cracking his neck as he left. This was the average day of this werewolf. Always proving himself to be the rightful pack leader, many mangy wolfs have challenged him, and all failing, he stopped killing his opponents long ago, realizing his was depleating his own pack. Mothias was an enigma of a man. Most passing on the street would see him and think a young hipster, just another college kid. None realized that he was actually one of the most powerful werewolves in the city. Because of this, Mothias often times found himself smiling out of the blue. A reak picker upper. He had been pack leader for 3 years now, in this human realm ever since his old mentor and pack leader,Darius, was killed by an anti-shadow realm group, nameless to date, but known to the wolves and others of the shadow realm as the Eastern Gang, the name deriving from the fact that all of the members were asian, mainly japanese and okinawan. They were a dangerous group of assassin's whos intentions seemed to only to rid Earth of all those hailing from the shadown realm. And since then, Mothias' only wish and goal was to topple that organization in anyway neccesary. But that goal would be impossible until he gained the respect of his pack in a whole, so that they would trust him, and thus follow him into battle. The sad thing was... Mothias was still proving himself to the pack that he had lead for 3 years now, successfully. Maybe soon, he hoped, they will see him as a rightful and just leader...[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Michael felt a bit strange being so close to this Nori, girl. He didn't know whether she liked him or if she was just overly perky. Michael felt that maybe forming this type of relationship wouldn't be the best descesion if he were to plan on staying with the Teen Titan's long enough to take out Slade, nor did he know what to think about the overt freindliness of the Titans thus far. He didn't know if they really accepted him. He felt a bit uncomortable in Titans Tower. He felt he was taking to them too quickly. Hell, he hadn't even met all of the members yet. "AAAAIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!" Nori shreiked loudly, grasping onto Michael's arm tightly, causing him to jump and loose his own train of thought. "Whooo! That got me good..." Nori said with a frail voice, but still uptaining her almost annoying perkiness. Michael smiled at her. And kept on watching. She looked to the releif of Michael as he began to blush. She moved into him a bit and Michael's eyes widened. Michael was nervous and felt strange. In an attempt to get up, he said, "Yo, Cyborg... Ugh... were is the Kitchen?" Michael asked, hoping for the right answer. "Oh, you want something, man? I'll get it for you." Cyborg said with a smile, getting up from his seat. "Like pepsi?" he called out in question. Michael's face grumbled, sighing, he said, "Sure..." This made the pradicament worse for Michael. Now he was alone with Nori, who was closely snuggled to him. Michael began to sweat as she jumped in fear and clasped to him tighter. [B]OOC:[/B] I hope thats good for now. I don't really want to mess with anyones plans.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Jhoon wasn't sure of what he was to do. While the others walked off to do their important, but less glamorous jobs, Jhoon was left standing and forced to go and be a mole in the school, listening out for whomever may have stolen the files, or those related to the incident. Jhoon left into the hallways of the crowded school and listned to the chatter of the students, most of which being complete garbage. Gossip and jokes, common and most of which Jhoon enjoyed. No one really suspected anything of Jhoon, a well liked student, so most chattered openly around him about whatever subject. But that wasn't enough. Jhoon had to think of who to listen to. What person, or group, would have something to gain by attaining whatever may be in those files. It sure would have helped if he knew what the files concerned. It could very possibly be permenant records and/or juvenile behaviour files. It was better than nothing, Jhoon thought to himself. And so he left off to catch up with the school's local misfits, who Jhoon would admit to hanging with once in a while. The misfits, or atleast that group of misfits usually labeled "The Punks", were easy to render out. Dressed mostly in either ragged or strangely outfitted clothes. Having 'exotic' hairstyles in any color of the known spectrum, you could see them from a mile away. When Jhoon caught up with them, they were at Lunch, eating and laughing loudly about crude jokes. Jhoon walked up to a particular one they labeled their ring-leader, Gasuke Mokusai, who was dressed in a pair of ragged cargo-pants and a black 'Slipknot' shirt. But his most recognizing feature was his strangley spiked hair and multiple-peircings. He was carving something into the table with one of his spike bracelet spikes. Jhoon stepped up to him smiling, "Hey their, Gasuke! 'Sup, man? Whats new?" Jhoon asked in his usual, up-front and laid back way. "Whats it matter to you, pop-boy?" Gasuke answered back with a sneer and an antagonistic tone. His nostrels flaired, causing his loose nose-ring to shake a litte. Jhoon raised an eyebrow to that. "Alot, man. You know how I like to catch up once in a while. Come on, man, you know me!" Jhoon exclaimed loudly, nearly obnoxiously. His face freindly. "Whatever man... alotta nothings goin' on." he scoffed and countinued to carve, into the table, finishing off the letter F-U-C- and he began to work on another letter. Jhoon smirked a bit. "Whatcha think about that whole, school file, yo? Know anyone related to it? God knows I could use it. My record ain't so clean, myself." Jhoon said, putting up a facadé. He sat down at the table and suddenly, all of the conversation at the table stopped as they all stared at Jhoon. "What makes you think I know anything about it?" Gasuke said direcetly to Jhoon, taking his eyes of his little table art, and redirecting his attention to Jhoon. Jhoon smiled in nervousness. The air slowly filled with a bit of tension. OOC: Hope thats a good post.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] [B]Name:[/B] Mothias Gavyus [B]Age:[/B] 19 [B]Race:[/B] Werewolf [B]Race Information:[/B] Contrary to popular beleif, werewolves are not "creatures of the moon" nor do they loose complete control of themselves as a werewolf. They become blood thirsty and more wild, but they still have grasp of themselves. When they turn werewolf, they become faster, stronger, and more ferocious. Brandishing natural weapons such as there claws and fangs. They can turn at will, but rarily due at day light, as if a creed by werewolf blood. Werewolves vary in type, Mothias being a rare breed known as the silver-back or white wolf. This particular breed excelates highly in speed and tend to be lighter than normal werewolves. [B]Description (Mundane):[/B] On the street, Mothias (Mike to those who know him), is nothing more than a young, 19 year old college student. He wears fashionable clothes and seems rather cultured for a man of his age. He enjoys the finer things in life and acts suave and safisticated to those around him. When a werewolve, most mistake him as a large dog or a burly, old biker drunk of too much Jack Daniels. But he rarily turns in public. Mothias has brick-brown eyes and seemingly dyed white hair. He has sharp canines, seemingly needing a file. He has a dark complexion, most beleiving he is spanish or italian. He stands at a slim 6'1"/149lbs, a bit feminine. [B]Description (True):[/B] In all truth, Mothias really is a sophistacted young man, but in reality, he is a silver-back werewolf. Fast, unforgiving, as if a blade in the wind, he kills in a flash and silently. He is also the ring leader and the head of the pack of several werewolves who passed into this dimension. His pack is one of the largest and most feared in New York City. Mothias is a built young man, teaching himself how to fight. He has natural white hair and his eyes are crimson, common among the rare silver-back breed. He has unnaturally sharp canines and a sharp, handsome face. [B]Occupation:[/B] Mothias is the manager of a Music Shop at the NY Mall. [B]Bizarre/Supernatural Power:[/B] Mothias is a silver-back werewolf. He excels in speed and assassination. He is so fast that most do not see him coming, and there last sight before death is a bright, white flash. He has sharper claws than most werewolves, aswell has having high senses, even with his werewolf capabilities, and has excellent balance. [B]Weapons/Possessions:[/B] A solid silver pocket knife with a black handle. [B]Background:[/B] Mothias arrived at this dimension when he was only a young adoloscent at the age of 12. For years, he was lonely and roamed the streets up until he found a pack of werwolves, much like himself, who took him in and taught him the ways of the werewolves, much like the pack back in his native dimension. The leader of the pack, Darius, quickly took liking to the young Silver-back breed and personally over saw his up bringer. This raised dislike among some of the pack, but it wasn't a major thing, for Mothias quickly proved himself worthy of Darius' attention when the tournament for next pack leader came about. Mothias defeated his competition with his blinding speed and self taught fighting skills. Mothias was automatically chosen to be the next pack leader by the time he reached age 18. At the age of 16, Mothias was forced to take his throne early when Darius was killed in a street fight when a strange group of japanese fighters ganged up on him in his native backallies. Mothias swore revenge on his mentor, who was much like a second father. Several of the pack were skeptical about the young, new leader. But his skill in battle and determination to honor his mentor made Mothias a great leader and he quickly adapted to the position as the leader of the "Crimson Pack". [B]Misc. Information:[/B] Although he is a werewolf pack leader and originally a street urchin, Mothias has gained a love for modern fashion and technology and is always staying with modern fashions and trends.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] I havn't seen this film in its interity. I've seen several different trailers and even the fight between Achilles (just a really cool character and legend) and Hector (Bana does pretty well with him from what I've seen) outside the walls of Troy. I really want to see the film. When I saw the the Hector v. Achilles battle, I loved it, especially the spear part where Brad Pitt just gets real height and slams his spear into the sheild. Not alot of affect, but just cool to watch. I'm actually half Greek in decent and I love the mythology, so this is also a big motive for me to see it. I also just love those epic movies and as I've heard, this is supposed to be one. I can't wait to see it.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] If I were to become a game designer, I would probably work with either Capcom or Namco. Probably Capcom because I'm pretty good at creating characters with a cool, martial arts edge. I would love to work with Street Fighter's franchise or maybe Megaman or OniMusha, although its supposed to end with OniMusha 3. I would like to add some characters to the Street Fighter Universe. Like have Akuma take a student. Maybe have a samurai type character. I'm good at that sort of background/characterization/fighting-style thing. I would love to work on a new franchise based around stealth-action or pure action like Metal Gear Solid or Devil May Cry. I once came up with an entire fighting game universe with characters and all. But that was in sixth grade, but if I did it today, it would probably be much better.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Well, I don't own many CD's, but I wouldn't be able to appreciate music much if it weren't for the following: [B]Jay-Z/The Black Album:[/B] The first album I bought of Jay-Z's is ironically the last he would make. I love every track on that entire CD. "Justify My Thug" and "Public Service Announcment" are some of my favorite tracks off of the album that I love. [B]Tony Hawks Underground Soundtrack:[/B] The soundtrack of THUG really made me realize and appreciate underground punk and hip hop music. I found that I enjoy the underground people on there more than I do most other musicians. My favorite tracks on there are "Blah Blah" by Frog One, "Braggin' Writes Revistited" by J-Live, "Cosmic Assassin's" by DJ Q*Bert, and several other tracks. [B]Outkast/Stankonia:[/B] Although I don't own the album, I'm very familiar with its tracks and it made me an Outkast fan single handedly. "Sorry Ms. Jackson", "B.O.B", and "The Whole World" are some of my favorite songs to this day. Another attribution to my love of music goes to the independent film, [B]"Scratch"[/B]. Which turned me into a complete DJ freak. It show cased several excellent DJ's, including my current favorites, the "Invisbl Skratch Piklz". Aswell, my uncle introduced me to DJ Spooky's (That Subliminal Kid) "Modern Mantra", which is also one of my favorite albums even though I only listened to it once![/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Like you, Hatake, I practice where ever I am, even when it may not be appropriate. I pop while I'm sitting down even. I've been coming up with alot of moves. There's one where I'll be rolling my hands around while the left follows the right were ever it goes, and I'll follow my hand down my face, and then I'll look down and I'll pop my wrist to make my head go back up. Or when I'll be doing the same follow the leader move and I'll roll all the way around my shoulder and make my right hand wave up until it goes into my shirt, then I'll do the heart beat move, or shoot it out in someone's face if I'm battling. Another move it specialized to "Dirt Off Your Shoulders". I'll be popping and when the beat slows down at the end of the song, I'll do an extemely slow wave, which ends at the end of the slow down, and then speed up, brush my shoulders off, and then act like I'm sprinkling the dirt on the opponent. I have alot of moves and I get alot of my inspiration from Missy Elliot video's. You all gotta admit that dancing to her songs is necessary at all times.[/color][/size]

[QUOTE=Lan][size=1]Wasn't Oda Nobunaga in Onimusha II? He looks strangely familiar.. The wierd thing about this game is, it's called [u]Samurai[/u] Warriors, and yet nobody has a Katana as their default weapon..[/size][/QUOTE] [color=green][size=1] *pops up out of no where with a raised finger* Actually, the katana was just one of the weapon samurai used and for some it didn't symbolize anything other than samurai statues. Many samurai were skilled in the art of archery, or Kyudo, and the naginata (curved spear), or naginatado. They also were taught to use shuriken (yes, samurai used them too) and other weapons. Sooo... And I do plan on buying this game. Dynasty Warriors is by far one of the funnest games I've ever played. Theres nothing more satisfying than taking out an entire army single handedly. Boy, now add blood and this game would be rated M for Blood, Gore, and Genocide! But its really looking cool and I look forward to playing as Hattori Hanzou and Date Masemune.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] I agree with you on that part and that goes back to my opinion. I feel that parents shouldn't place children in such situations. I think its kinda sickening and abusive the way some parents abuse children and make them jump threw hoops on stage for money. I mean, when your child breaks out in tears on stage because she made a mistake in a song, thats a sign things have gone to far. Some people take things such as looks way to far and I'm suprised that things like the subject in the first post hasn't gottent he goverment in this sort of thing, because this child beuty pageant thing has gotten on the level of near child abuse and emotional neglect. [/size][/color]

[color=green][size=1] A few hours had passed and Michael was getting bored. He was also feeling a little better and he got up from his padded table of a bed and began to limp towards the door once again. As he limped slowly towards the door, he thought of the magenta-eyed girl, Nori. She was kinda cute, but Michael hoped that the harmless flirting wouldn't jerpaordize anything in some way. Michael opened the door and rubbed his head with his eyes closed. He continued walking and he then looked up, opening his eyes he saw the humongous living room in the Titan's tower. Michael fell down on his behind as he looked in awe of the amazing and lavouche room. He looked up with his glinting jade eyes in amazement. "Like how we livin', man?" a deep and welcoming voice came, interupting Michael's train of thought. It was Cyborg walking toward him. He let his hand out with a smile, and Michael grabbed it, letting Cyborg lift him up. "No, I'm lovin' it." Michael said with a thankful smile. "Nice big, screen man." "Ow, you havn't seen nothin' yet. Check it out..." Cyborg said, holding Michael's arm over his shoulder and walking towards the couch. Cyborg sat him down on the couch and took a remote off the coffee table and clicked it. Suddenly with huge blast of sound and color, Michael looked up with squinted eyes to see the title on the screen. "STREET FIGHTER ALPHA 3". "Oh... my... god..." Michael muttered outloud. Cyborg laughed hilariously at him and threw him a controller. Michael picked it up in confusion and looked over at Cyborg. "Let me school you in this real fast like..." Cyborg said with a big smile, holding the small controller in large, metallic hands. Michael laughed aswell. He began to think...[I]Maybe it won't be too bad stayin' here...[/I][/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] I'm sorry to be the odd ball, but I lovet the show because one, its hilarious to see the two rich girls go threw a regular Joe's life, two, Paris Hilton is probably the only poster girl I've ever had for some unknown reason to me, and three, because I live in a small town at the moment and I fantasize that they will come across my dusty little slice of heaven. But really, I don't think the show is all that bad. Its funny to me. And call me shallow, but its just great seeing Paris Hilton turn the small town guys to a puddle of bumbling goo, and I would probably do the same in their situation. Its just good old American fun. Like apple pie, if some one made love to it wearing night vision goggles... [/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Although I never really saw the point to such competitions, my current girl freind actually competes in these things. I don't understand why, I never really asked her that much, although she says she enjoys it and seems to quite a bit. Contrare to popular beleif, she never show's a sign of inner-depression, in fact, she's a very positive and happy person. She's not 'rail-thin' and she doesn't wear alot of make-up on a regular basis. So, there isn't really a stereo-type going on, I guess. I'll ask her more about it tommorow. But my opinion on it is that people take it to seriously. I mean, it, to me, is that when parents force and pressure their children into this, it seems childish because its like their playing the old "My (whatever) is better than your's", but its with your children. I don't see the purpose of this, I think it may be the self-esteem of the parents, because I havn't seen to many beuty pangeant mom's who set a "good example" of how to carry yourself. Maybe their trying to redeam their own imperfections threw their children. Who know's? Maybe some are just psycho. Either which way, I don't see why people go to such extremes to win at something that most moral people would say doesn't matter. So the answers really lay in the minds of the those who do it. So, I'll probably ask my girl freind more about it. PS- The reason they wear so much make-up is because the lights placed on the girls when on stage causes their faces to seem extremely pale, so the make-up is there to add on and make up for the lost complexion due to the lights. So speaks my girlfreind.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] I have a few CD's I rather not have simply because I grew out of them. Like "Smash Mouth", which I now hate for being so "kiddish" which was the main reason I liked the band in the first place. Also, I have a bunch of crappy songs on my old mix CD's and "The Love Below", which I actually like, but the color of the CD makes it look like I'm listening to the latest Britney Spears CD. Other than that, I'm proud of my collection, although that collection is very small. I spend most of my money on comics, clothes, and DVD's/Games. But lately, I've been buying CD's, so tons of embarrasment to come![/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] OOC: I hope not to mess up anymore. So, here I go. IC: Chi Boy woke up with a head ache in a large, chrome medical room. He slowly got up and sat on the padded bed and rubbed the back of his head. He rembered the rock crumbling onto his body because of the retched witch, Jinx. Michael gritted his teeth and promised reveng to himself. But the first thing he had to figure out was where he was, and who brought him there. Looking around, Michael saw the large T placed on the wall. Then he rembered in a flash back, the T on the chest of the person who carried him their in his comatose state. He was in Titan's tower... Michael hopped off the table and felt pain in his legs. Michael straightened out of his legs. A large [I]CRACK![/I] followed and Michael screamed in pain, falling to the floor. After a bit of groveling over his knee, he raised himself from the ground and limped over to the door. But as soon as he opened the sliding door, he saw Robin, leader of the Titan's, standing in his face. Michael hopped back in suprise and hit the floor. "Whoa! Whoa! You don't need to be moving around, buddy." Robin began, "Your wounds were pretty bad when that stuff fell onto you." "I don't need your help..." Michael said blankly, struggling to get up. Hiding his true feelings. "Obviously you do. Listen, I won't keep you here against you will, but I was wondering..." Robin said strongly, looking Chi Boy into the eyes... "If you would like to join our team." Chi Boy stared blankly into his eyes as emotions within him battled for supremecy...[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] [B]OOC:[/B] Forgive this short post, but I don't have time to post and to limit confusion, forget my last post and return me to my unconcious state in the Titan's tower and I join the Titans. Okay. Thank you and forgive![/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Sounds Cool. [B]Name:[/B] Sheriff David Graves [B]Age:[/B] 43 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Weapon:[/B] [B]Winchester Pump Action Shot Gun[/B] [B]Bowie Knife[/B] [B]Colt 45 Long[/B] [B]Appearence:[/B] [img]http://www.clinteastwood.org/pix/gallery/large60/fistful2.jpg[/img] [img]http://www.clinteastwood.org/pix/gallery/large60/fewmore2.jpg[/img] [B]Personality:[/B] Cold, Wise Cracking, and Unforgiving. Sheriff Graves is not a man to play around with or to be taken likely. He has been roughened by age and is tough as a bucket of nails dressed in a leather pancho. He is silent most of the time, but will say things that get to the point when needed. Most are afraid of him other than his Deputy. But he never really wanted it to be that way. Its just like that. [B]Biography:[/B] Jessie's Prarie used to be a lawless place, filled with outlaws and scum of all sorts. This mainly due to a corrupt and lazy sheriff. The town was hell to live in... That is until a young and tough man named David "Graveyard" Graves came into town, and rid the place of its 'bad influences' with his trusty Wenchester and Bowie Knife. He gained respect that day, and became the towns new Sheriff by unanimous situation. The homeless and lonely wanderer gladly took the positition and found happiness in the small and now prospering town, even taking a wife. David was a happy man, and protected the town with his trusted deputy. But then a mess of trouble happened when David left town to visit his brother in another town. When he returned, he found that his wife and deputy had been murdered by an Outlaw named "Silver Bullet" Bill. Inraged, David quickly killed "Silver Bullet" Bill and returned the town of Jessie's Prarie to peace. But David was never the same again. He countiued to age and became a loner once again. He became introverted and mean spirited. He reluctantly took another deputy, and he's the only freind he has at the moment, but not even that could change him back to the warm hearted sheriff the town once knew. He lost his sense of purpose as outlaws and such began to avoid the town and David began to smoke excessively and drink heavily. He continued to age, and he hid his talent with a rifle and knife from the town for it was not needed anymore. But now, as the prophocy of Death's coming has been set true, David regained his confidence and purpose of being slightly. He actually hopes for the coming of the "Thing". Polishing his old, dusty Wenchester, and sharpening his dull bowie knife, David awaits what is sure to be a fight to die for... Hope thats good. Notice, he's based around Clint Eastwood in most ways! Why fix whats not broken I say.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Wow, thats just hilarious in a corny movie spoof way. Its like those Charlie Sheen spoofs but Pokémon style. I love 'em! I can't wait to see the second episode. My favorite characters were Pikachu and Gayvnn by the way. Good job. [/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Sounds Supremo [B]Name:[/B] Jhoon Lee [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Sex:[/B] Male [B]Year Level:[/B] 11 [B]Good Subjects:[/B] PE, Lunch, History, Wood Shop [B]Class:[/B] Investigator/Muscle (so I guess All-Around) [B]Traits:[/B] Loud and a bit obnoxious, he holds a bit of hidden wisdom. A good improviser, he is considered popular because he holds traits from all of the schools crowds, and also holds that trait in being a detective. Jhoon is a skilled martial artist, and is a 2nd Degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do, and a red belt in Hap Ki Do. [B]Description:[/B] 5'11"/145lbs Green eyes, a dark complexion, and black, neck lenght hair with spiked, crimson tips. He has a skinny, but muscular body, which isn't apparent unless he goes shirtless. Other why's, he seems a bit lanky and scrawny. Sharp jaw bones and usually sleepy eyes. Has a skinny face. Usually either wears his school uniform or a pair of baggy jeans or cargo pants with a white t-shirt and a pair of white Reeboks. [B]Biography:[/B] Jhoon moved from his homeland of Korea with his parents at the age of 12, and he moved to Dranden, where he had a slow time adapting, but eventually became popular at school. His parents started a Korean Barbecue in town and Jhoon started learning Hap Ki Do from a local master and fellow Korean, Jhoon was already a red belt in Tae Kwon Do when he moved there, taught by his father. Because of his obvious skill in martial arts, The Dranden Detective Agency approached a reluctant Jhoon to be the squads main muscle and to be their when the doors needed knocking down. But after a few missions, they were suprised to see that the seemingly simpleton Jhoon, was also a very inventive person and was good at improvising and problem solving. The main reaction from most cultprits when the see Jhoon coming is "I'm gonna tear this kid a new one" but by the end of it all, they are usually unable to speak because of a broken mprovisor.jaw. Jhoon may seem like an obnoxious stoner, but he's a valuable asset to the Dranden Detective Agency, and he does a good job of hiding it with his goofy persona. Hope that is exceptable.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] OOC: I kinda said knock me out if I don't reply by the deadline, but its all cool. IC: Michael found himself waking up once again in an infirmary, but this time, a large chrome walled room, ontop a table. Michael instantly knew where he was, the Titan's Tower. He was inraged he had so easily been defeated by the Hive. Michael became inraged and his blood pumped quickly. He clenched his sheets in anger, but then he loosened it when he heard the fighting outside. The explosions and all. Outstretching his hands, Chi Boy felt the power still flowing threw him and the rage he felt of being shamed in battle amplified that left, throwing his sheets off, Michael leaped out of bed and opened a nearby window. Out of it, he saw Beast Boy and Cyborg still fending off Razorblade, but something caught his eye as he saw the remaining Hive members, Jinx and Gizmo approaching to assist him. Sneering, Chi Boy lept down to suprise them. Neither of them alarmed as he landed behind the creeping pair. Chi Boy seized the opportunity, and in a blazing leap, Michael clasped onto Gizmo's steel legs and ripped them from his back in anger. Gizmo fell to the ground, yelling while Jinx quickly turned in suprise. "I won't make the same mistakes twice, doll face..." Chi Boy said, with a smirk on his face. He noticed the smirk on her face too, and Michael knew why. BLAST! A shot was fired from behind Chi Boy, who had jumped high into the air, backflipping the dodge, the electric blast shot Jinx in the stomache. Michael landed behind Gizmo, the one who had fired the blast, and ripped the small weapon from his hands. Now helpless, Chi Boy sweep kicked the short villain into the air, and rose up quickly and drop kicked him in the back, knocking him several yards away, crashing off of the Tower, and falling limp to the ground. Michael smiled at the downed villain as he noticed Jinx rising from the ground. "Your turn, dolly..." he said confident, and rushed at her. She began shooting her pink hex spells from her hands at the advancing Chi Boy, who was coming in at a blinding speed. Jumping and dodging over all of her spells, Michael landed in her face and began fighting her hand to hand. She smiled a bit, thinking he was weak, but then she quickly dropped the expression as Michael lifted her by a punch to the stomache. He the let her in the air and jumped high to release a powerful crescent kick to her side, knocking her onto the beach of the island, unconcious. Michael then turned his attention to Razorblade, who was fighting Beast Boy and Cyborg at the time. OOC: Tell me if I got anything wrong their. Alot of complex stuff is happening and I'm kinda confused.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] OOC: Since I havn't posted much in the last few pages, I'll go again. In large, bounding leaps, Chi Boy made his way to the club where the battle was insuing. Floating from roof top to roof top, he made his way there. Then, when there, He watched for a little while from the roof top at tbe large, rustling club. He watched with a blank face. Suddenly, he saw the one they called Cyborg get rammed out of the building by a large explosion, into the streets. Out of the doorway, came the responisble. Mammoth, and Gizmo riding on his shoulders. Chi Boy jumped down hard to help out. Neither of them saw him coming as he landed a hard side kick on Mammoth's large, bearded head, knocking Gizmo off his shoulder's, who caught himself with his spider like legs, coming his back pack. Michael slid on the rebound and ran again at Mammoth and his body began steaming as he ran quickly with an up-held fist. Mammoth was still shaking it out as Michael jumped high in the air to hit him again, but he was quickly kicked by a pink haired girl. "Forget the other one, little man..." Jinx, the pink haired girl said, winking at Chi Boy. She smiled at him as he got up slowly from the hard kick. "Okay, three on one... I like the odds." Chi Boy said with a big smile to the dismaid Hive members. "Bring it on, short stuff!!!" Mammoth growled in anger as he crouched down. Gizmo hopped on his back again, and began punching in caculations on a small PDA-like machine. "Battle Formation, OMEGA!" Gizma called out loudly. Suddenly, Mammoth and Jinx jumped high in the air, and Jinx aswell jumped ontop Mammoth's massive shoulders. Mammoth came down hard with a road shattering punch, which Chi Boy easily dodged, he stepped back to see Jinx unleash a quick, but not quick enough, attack combo with her bare hands. Michael blocked all of her shots and jumped back to see Gizmo jump off of her back and fire a small silver gun at him. Three out of eight shots caught Michael in the leg and chest. The small, electrical shots knocked him back and fazed him, but without time to spare, Mammoth was on the attack, wailing his large fists at Michael, who rolled out of the way. But soon after, Mammoth drop kicked Michael in the back, knocking him into the club, rolling. The Hive soldiers laughed in simily at him, but stopped as they saw his strong composure getting up with large amounts of steam billowing from his body. Chi Boy looked up with an angry yet solemn face. He was ready to get serious... OOC: If I don't reply by the Deadline, [B]vicky[/B], then make my character be knocked uncouncious in some fight and taken to the Tower, where I can make my side joining decesion. Thanks.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] OOC: Well, I guess my character has been comatose long enough. IC: Michael felt like lethargic as he shook in his sleep, and suddenly, jumped up in suprise, looking around quickly, noticing the hospital apron he was now wearing, Michael remebered what had happened. He remebered the fighitng of the Trident's, the dog pile, and then the large fury of power that erupted from him. And then the Titan's watching him fall to the ground, limp. Michael felt humiliated as he hopped out of his bed, devouring the hospital food that was left on his counter. [I]I have no idea why people complain about this stuff...[/I] he thought to himself as he slowly forgot about the insident eating. As he finished up, he looked over to the television and at the late breaking news story. Michael dropped his plate and watched in anger as he saw the Teen Titan's fight Slade's Army, along with the new, strange looking member who flew the air so gracefully. Feeling regenerated, Michael picked up his close from his bed end, dressed himself, and wrote a note to the nurse. Taking his finger to wipe the last bit of Jello from his tray, he licked it, dropped the note, and jumped out the window and ran in a hurry to the fight, so he could finish what he had started with the Trident's.... "Hellooo, their... ugh. Young Man?" the middle-aged and cheery nurse said as she walked into the empty room. "Oh, my." she exclaimed as she picked up the note, she read it: "Well, thank you for the care. Unfortunately, I have no health insurance, so all I can say is thanks. - Chi Boy PS- Thanks for the food, too. ^_^" OOC: Tell me if you guys want me out of this one.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] Okay, as for the whole X/1999 thing, I wouldn't know anything about it other than watching the "Tokyo Babylon" OVA. But when I said that, I meant in a realistic since, its not everyday you walk down the street and see gay couples stabbing each other with a long sword and then weeping at their death. Shows like Gravitation and Fake, I don't really care about. I mean, I'm not trying to convince people to stop pairing straight characters up, I'm just voicing my opinion on the subject and how I feel about it. Its not that I'm against Yaoi or Shounen-ai thats canon (hell, one of my favorite sitcoms is Will and Grace), infact, if I saw Gravitation I might even like it for its humor, as I have heard it has lots of. I'm just saying that when people pair up Cloud and Sephiroth, two sworn to death enemies or Vash and Wolfwood, two highly proven heterosexual characters, its gets on my nerves. Thats all.[/color][/size]

[color=green][size=1] It was about 10 minutes into the fighting, and Michael was getting a bit tired. The Trident's kept coming from the harbor and into the city, they numbered in 16 not counting the ones Chi Boy had already taken out. One of the Trident's jumped at him, and Chi Boy unleashed a powerful and lightning quick 3 hit combo on the beast, causing it to colapse to the ground, he then turned around and caught another in the jaw hard, causing it also to hit the floor temporarily, atleast, just long enough for two more to jump on Michael's back. Chi Boy hit the ground hard as the Trident's dog piled ontop of him by the load. Thats when his eye caught the site of three of the [B]Teen Titan's[/B] rushing by to witness it. "No... NO! I WON'T LET THEM BEAT ME!!!" Michael yelled as his eye site was covered with darkness as the Trident's covered him. Then, in a burst of fury, Michael unleashed his rage on the Trident's covering him. "NEEEVEERRR!!!" he yelled in a harsh voice, causing all of the Trident's to become alert, slowly, large amounts of steam billowed off of his body and threw the crowd of clones. The Titan's watched in amazment as the group of Trident's began to pulsate. Then all of a sudden, a blast of wind came from the pile and the Trident's all flew off of Chi Boy with mangled bodies, they hit near bye buildings and light fictures every which way. The Titan's ducked as the bodies of the creatures flew from him. Then, [B]Aqualad, Beast Boy,[/B] and [B]Kid Flash[/B] all looked up at once towards the young man who did this. A now steaming red Chi Boy with smoke surrounding and billowing from his entire body. He was breathing hard, and he then looked to his right to see even more so Trident's walking downwards, this time a smaller group around 10. "Looks like you guys are gonna have to take it from here...." Michael said tiredly. Breathing desperatley, Chi Boy fell to the ground with a limp body, like all of the Trident Clones that he had just defeated. His body and chi was drained, and he was helpless as he lay uncouncious. His fate lay in the hands of [B]Beast Boy, Aqualad,[/B] and [B]Kid Flash[/B]. As Michael blacked out, the only words he muttered were a frustrated "Aw, Crap..." OOC: Okay, now my character is out for a while, so either you decide to let me die in the street or you take me back to the Titan's Tower. :D Please choose the second.[/color][/size]