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OOC: Not to be picky, but could you at least use semi-proper punctuation? Your post was completely incoherent. IC: Roj looked around the streets of the small town he had suddenly found himself in. He had his hood pulled resolutely over his face, hiding his identity from all those around him. If he cared to, he could see the worried faces on the townspeople as he walked by, Fenris at his side. A young woman looked at him warily. "I think that guy's a pirate..." she whispered to her friend. Roj turned his head to face her, and walked towards her. She was too frightened to run. "I'm not a pirate..." his husky voice sounded. "I'm [i]much[/i] worse than any pirate you'll ever see." She said nothing, only stared blankly into his eyes, which were fixed on hers. "Come, now, my volunteer. Show me around this accursed city before I become even more lost. What's your name?"

Kain caught Spec as he fell unconscious to the floor. There was a long silence, after which Kain said, "Well, that was a close one." Gensis looked at him, smiling, his eyes filled with epiphanic glee. "I learned how to fight!" Kain only stared at him blankly. "Of course you did. How else do you learn how to fight other than fighting?" Gensis' eyes were downcast, but his demeanor was still beaming. Kain let himself growl inwardly in annoyance. "Now that the big one is gone, the rest should disappear." Kain watched as the Shadows dissolved slowly into the ground, never to be seen again. Gabriela looked at Spec, and cut in. "Maybe we should take him to the infirmary?" Kain looked askance at her. "[i]We[/i]?" he said, his voice simultaneously surprised and indignant. "Yes, [i]we[/i]. You saved him, and I doubt Gensis here could even lift him." Gensis shot her a dark look, but Kain walked slowly towards the stairs. "To the infirmary, i suppose."

Name: Rojinco "Roj" Renkaver Age: 26 Gender: Male Animal: Hound Animal's Name: Fenrir Animal Description: A large, black-haired Hound with dark red eyes and long white teeth. He's sentient, and communitcates through telepathic exchange. He is a brooding, yet intelligent companion whose loyalty is unquestionable. Personality: Roj is somewhat of an outsider, with a slightly seductive and sultry side. He is often a quite sardonic, dark, and mysterious person. His loyalties are somewhat unclear, but he has a strong sense of honor and pride. Appearance: Black robes with a grey shirt and dark grey pants. Wears a pair of dark-tinted goggles and a black scarf almost constantly. He is tall and pale with black hair and steely blue eyes. Wears a long knife at his belt, which is his main weapon, along with a long string of kunai knives. Bio: Roj was intrigued by the discovery of the so called "Dragon Ore", and wishes to imbue Fenrir with the power of a Dragon... but why? His motives are quite foggy, and he rarely, if ever, divulges that information to anyone.

Kain glided easily through the swaths of Heartless, his Keyblade swinging gracefully. His eyes wandered over the rest of his companions. Gensis' techniques were bizarre, but seemed ineffective overall, as the mob grew tight around him. Kain let fly a fireball that sizzled through several Heartless before fizzling out. He had time to spare. He cleared a path to Gensis, and nodded to him. "Instead of using your own body, you should use another material," he advised, cutting through an errant Heartless. "While the flesh chars and burns, metal stays strong. Remember that." Gensis nodded, his eyes searching for something to grab and use as a makeshift weapon as he maimed a Shadow...

Kain watched silently as Gensis, Spec, and Gabriela chatted idly. He allowed himself a smile before turning to leave. Suddenly, an alarm went off. It echoed flatly throughout the Academy, its screech impossibly loud. Staff members stood, their faces painted in disbelief as they herded the students into small groups. "It's the Heartless!" someone yelled. The crowds began to panic, as chaos ruled over the academy. Kain frowned, looking further down the expansive hall and saw nothing other than the dark beings known as Heartless. They weren't any stronger than mere Shadows, but they seemed well-organized and frighteningly regimented. The voices of Gensis, Spec, and Gabriela sounded behind him. "What the- Heartless?" Spec yelled. He ran to where Kain was standing and watched as the Shadows began to move in. "What's wrong, Spec?" Gabriela called, rushing to his side. Gensis grunted interestedly, and walked up behind Kain, giving him a respectful nod. "Something's wrong. These Heartless aren't wild. They're soldiers," Spec said, thoughtfully. "Though it looks like that, things aren't what they appear to be," Kain muttered sagely. "Who asked you?!" Spec challenged. Kain stared him down. "See that Heartless there? See how he's staying back? Look at his size. He's obviously controlling the rest of them," Kain spoke, pointing at a large Heartless. Spec, Gabriela, and Gensis all drew their keyblades. "Guess we're training early, today," Gensis said with a smirk. "We just kill the big guy, right? The rest of them aren't much of a challenge." Kain nodded, but didn't draw his keyblade. "Let's go," he said, as he leapt off of the crevice and into the fray, swinging gracefully with a power nigh unseen. [i]This should prove to be a worthwhile challenge...[/i]

Kain watched silently as the other students jeered Gensis. As Gensis' challenge went unmet, Kain took a sip of his tea. He nodded, smiling bleakly. "Cowards," he muttered. He'd nursed this tea for over an hour, but it never seemed to get cold. Now, however, it was time to leave. He had classes in the morning, and he had no choice but to have perfect attendance. After all, with the slightest err from normality, the administration would drop him like a bad habit. As he was leaving, Gensis turned and faced him. "You're in my Special Combos class, right?" asked Gensis, standing to meet him. Kain only nodded, barely looking in his direction. "Those kids were right. I only know basic combos and spells..." Gensis said, shaking his head. "I just need to know how to become more powerful! I see you in class, and you're amazing! Will you-" Kain turned all the way around to face him. "You know more than basic spells. You excel at combos." Gensis was silent, confused. "The problem is, you're not breaking any of the barriers they put around you." Kain turned away and began to walk. "That is why you cannot be powerful." OOC: This plot's getting a mite bit too spread out. There's very little character to character interaction. Unless we start including each others' characters in our posts, this thread is going to die quite fast.

Name: Rojinco "Roj" Renkaver Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Shinigami Animal Form: Wolf Magic: Stealth Magic, the ability to change his and others' appearance, as well as invisibility. Knows some potent darkness and teleportation spells. Personality: Roj is somewhat of an outsider, with a slightly seductive and sultry side. He is often quite sardonic, and is a very dark and mysterious person. Appearance: Black robes with a grey shirt and dark grey pants. Wears a pair of dark-tinted goggles almost constantly. He is tall and pale with black hair and steely blue eyes. Wears a long knife at his belt, which is his main weapon. Bio: Roj became a Shinigami when he sold his soul to Death for eternal life. Able to maniuplate people into doing his will, he often will toy with people's emotions, and even devise sarcastic and comic scenarios in which there is no escape for the captive. He truly wants to feel connected to someone, and despises selfish people, though he is quite selfish himself.

Hey, for those who haven't found it, the post is up on the Adventure Inn. Splitkeyblader neglected to mention that, and so I stumbled on it by chance... haha!

Walking through the campus of the Keyblade Academy, Kain was a ghost. He hardly gained any notice from anyone. Those who did notice him were the teachers, who stared him down. He didn't mind. He held the teachers in outright contmept, the students less so, but still he despised the systematic rules and regulations that were enforced about the Academy. He rounded a corner, running into another person. Both of them fell, dropping several books. Kain said nothing as he rushed to help the girl to her feet. He picked up a few she had dropped, and handed them to her as she just stared at him, still a little dazed. She hesitated, but then spoke. "My name's Jasmine," she said, resolutely. "What's yours?" Kain looked at her impassively. "Kain," he said. "Sorry." "It's alright. See you around?" "I dunno. Maybe," said Kain as he walked off at his usual pace. Jasmine stood in the hallway, watchin him leave. "Goodbye..." she said to herself, a little nonplussed.

Seems interesting. Name: Kain Ykk Age: 18 Blood type: AB- Battle Type: Berserk, but many of his combos involve keyblade manipulation. Magic type: Black Weapon: Kain's keyblade is in the shape of a tapered double helix, one half of the blade is red, and the other is black. The hilt is circular, with a tribal decal on the side. Its name is Death Strand. It often emits dark energies, making it a particularly fearsome weapon. Abilities: --Hellraiser: Kain calls on the power of shadow, increasing his movement speed, and causes his enemies to be enshrouded in darkness. His weapon emits fire and shadow energy. --Fireball: A fiery sphere is formed in Kain's hand, and he is able to throw it at an enemy. (As this levels up, the ball becomes bigger, and can be thrown farther for more damage.) --Flicker: Kain ?teleports? a short distance (this is actually just very fast movement, imperceptible by the naked eye.) ---Future Techniques--- --Chains of Eternity: Kain summons thick chains to bind his opponent, making powerful combos possible. --Dark Fire: Kain summons a shadowy ball of flame that burns hotter than his fireball, causing more damage. --Shadowheart: Kain becomes one with shadow, able to swiftly appear and reappear from shadow. Each of his hits emit a powerful dark wave that causes extra damage. --NOTE-- ?Shadow? and ?Darkness? are two different types of energy. Shadow is the obscurity caused by lightness in one?s heart, while Darkness is the complete absence of light. Personality: Kain is an outwardly cold person, contrasting sharply with his fiery temper. He is generally considered to be frightening, and is mostly avoided. However, he fosters a warmness in his heart, which allows him to wield his keyblade, the fickle Death Strand. He tries to open up to people, but this often leads to more scorn and social awkwardness. History: Kain grew up a lonely boy. His fascination with shadows and things unreal was not conducive to a social atmosphere, and his power became more and more apparent as he aged. One day, he found himself in a dark chamber, isolated and alone. He was called upon by Death Strand, who admired his light heart and shadowy powers. He was then led away from his home, towards the Keyblade Academy. During his first three years in The Academy, he dazzled the teachers with his seemingly endless well of power. Though, they were also critical of the power?s mysterious origin. In the end, his power was suppressed, under false pretenses of its evil basis. He was instead trained in the art of fire, an aspect that the teachers felt he might embrace. Since then, he has only practiced his power of shadow in secret, totally isolated from others. He has developed a special bond with his combo teacher, Karaj, who is his only true benefactor, and often stands up for him against the other teachers. Appearance: Kain has long black hair, which is normally well-kept, as it is his symbol of pride. His eyes are fiery red, and seem to swirl with color as they are looked upon. He normally wears modest clothing, in darker earthy colors. He has a pair of fairly weathered leather boots, as well as a pair of his father?s gloves. He is slightly tall, 6?1?, and has an athlete?s build, weighing in at 165 lbs. Biography/Character snippet: ?Kain, you have to raise your keyblade to the blow. You?re getting nowhere by running around like that,? Karaj cried out, lobbing another fireball at Kain. ?I?m ?pant- TRYING!? Kain shot back, dodging the fireball by inches. It singed his face slightly, and he continued his path toward Karaj with a renewed rage. ?Kain! Focus! Use your keyblade!? Kain strained hard against the burn of his muscles. Training had gone on for two hours already, and he still hadn?t laid a blow on Karaj, who looked bored. Kain sighed in frustration. [i]You only need one blow to finish?[/i] he thought to himself. [i]Let?s make it a good one.[/i] Karaj lobbed another massive ball of flame at Kain, who, instead of dodging it, charged it head-on. Karaj?s concern was obvious. ?Kain! You can?t take a ?ball head on like that!? ?Watch me,? he muttered. Suddenly, Kain disappeared. He reappeared at the other side of the fireball, unscathed. Karaj?s eyes opened wide, and he tried to raise his blade to the blow, but failed. Kain was ready. Kain launched himself at Karaj in a mixture of fury and glee. He planted a blow in the center of? Karaj?s blade. ?Nice trick,? was all Karaj said, before he laughed, and lowered his blade. ?Training is over for today.? Kain turned to leave, but was stopped by Karaj. ?Kain? how did you do that?? Kain gave him a level look. ?Sir?? ?Don?t play dumb with me, Kain. We all know you?re able to control your power. Tell me what you did.? Kain paused. Finally, he said, ?You wouldn?t understand.? ?You know how the other teachers look on your shadow power? and to display it publicly? it?s almost like you [i]want[/i] them to expel you!? ?I need to go. I?m tired.? Karaj loosened his grip on the boy, who walked calmly away. Karaj betrayed a smile. ?He has promise?? he said to himself. ?Karaj!? a sinister voice called out. Karaj turned to be greeted by a man in a blue robe. ?Ulias. What brings you to the Battle Room?? ?You [i]know[/i] why I?m here,? Ulias sneered. ?You?ve been training the boy after hours again. Has he used his devilish powers?? ?You?re really not one to talk, Mage. No, he hasn?t,? he lied. Ulias? contorted face grew into a grimace. ?Mark my words, Karaj? that boy isn?t the only one who faces expulsion? I?m sure we?ll meet again.? He turned, and stormed off in the direction of the door. ?Good day to you, too?? Karaj murmured. He turned, facing the exit where Kain had left. ?Be safe, you little hellion? You don?t know who moves against you.?

Don't worry. It's as modern as you want it to be. Swords, bows, pistols, pepper spray, whatever. Oh, and don't forget race. I'll edit that into the post... Name: Milo Jones Sex: Male Age: 29 Race: Human Hair Color: Black, and short. Eye Color: Steely Blue Height: 6' 1" Weight: 180 lbs, but muscular. Weapon of Choice: Pistols and Knives. Many knives. Psychic Powers: Telegenesis Personality: An outwardly cold and apathetic person, hardened by his years as a Templar. He's a simple man, and does his job well. He gets paid, he goes home. End of story. Favorite Color: Gray or Red Astrological Sign: Cancer

[SIZE=4][center]BAPHOMET[/center][/SIZE] Baphomet, the dream city. Built using technology ancient and new, it is the symbol of utopian society, and the pinnacle of human society. Well, for everyone but you. You are an agent outside the law. Hired by the government to terminate all "unspoken" crime, you are a Templar. Your job is simple, to "become" the enemy, and to infiltrate their ranks. In the end, they are destroyed. You are unbound by traditional law. Simple, swift, and strong, you are the phantom limb of law enforcement. You've seen crime. You're trained to combat it. Simple as that, right? However, things have changed. A rebel faction has been stirring for some time, and revolution is on the lips of the people. The line between good and bad has been blurred. You sense something is amiss. You're damn good at that sort of thing. Something stinks, and you're going to uncover it... somehow. The only thing you know is that soon you're going to need to take sides, and soon. You've got no choice. ----- --RACES-- You can play as any of these races. If you want to add your own, PM me about it and ill give it some thought. Human - You're good. You know that. Training was easy for you, but a little harder on you in terms of physical activity. They wouldn't call it training if it was easy. | --Talented, and can use most weapons. Looks like regular human. Elf - You're quick. You move fast, think fast, and are much quicker-witted than most others. You may have little in the way of intelligence, but you make up for it with skill and grace. | --Fast, and can use most lighter weapons. A little shorter than a normal human, with larger, more vibrant eyes, and tapered ears. Mutant - You're strong. Training was a bore for you, if mentally taxing. All of the physical tasks were menial, and fighting comes second nature to you. | --Strong, and can use all weapons, light or heavy. Taller that a normal human with a larger muscle structure. Nantuko - You're smart. Too smart. The mental training was a breeze for you, and your psychic powers were more than a little help in that area. However, physical training was extremely difficult for you, and you tended towards the agility tests. | --Smart, and can use lighter weapons along with psychic powers. Looks like a human, but with very small muscle structure. ----- --PSYCHIC POWERS-- All races can use some degree of psychic power. H - Humans E - Elves M - Mutants N - Nantuko Clarivoyance (Ability to "sense" other things normally imperceptible) - HEMN Telekinesis (Ability to move objects with one's mind) - HEN Telepathy (Ability to read minds) - HEN Psychometry (Ability to see the past as it occured in an area by being in contact with it) - HN Astral Projection (Ability to become a "ghost", or invisible and able to walk through walls) - N Telegenesis (Ability to create matter or energy with the mind, like fire or metal) - N Levitation (Ability to make oneself move in a manner contrary to physical laws) - HN Pass other powers past me before you use them. ----- --SIGN UP-- Name: Sex: Age: Race: Hair Color: Eye Color: Height: (e.g. 6'5" or Tall) Weight: (e.g. 170 kgs or Heavyset) Weapon of Choice: Psychic Powers: (If any) Personality: Favorite Color: Astrological Sign: Please do not include a "bio" segment, as that will come to light as the story progresses. Thanks, this is my first RP on OB for a while. I kind of left for a long time. Yeah, but I'm back and stuff. Happy posting.

Okay, everyone. Sorry about the sparse updating. I've been busy... In any case, the post will be put into the Adventure Square, and all those who have posted are invited (I really thought there would be more! :( ) In any case, stay updated, and POST! POST LIKE YOUR LIFE RELIES ON IT!!

OOC: I would like to say, Oblivion, that your conduct was rather childish. When you requested to be a main character, there was a responsibility to stay in the post that you churlishly ignored. This post is now dead, and many people, me included, worked hard to enjoy the story. I hope that hangs heavy on your conscience. Thank you all for trying so hard, and I urge you all to look into joining the new RP I've started, called "Dreadnought". It's in the Adventure Inn, and I'd be glad to see what you come up with. Thank you, Orcus Mars

Character: Name: "Crimson" King Age: 34 Sex: Male Race: Human Alignment: Drifter Profession: Raider Admiral Appearance: With darkly tanned skn and long, sun-bleached hair, "Crim" is often mistaken for an Elder. He is most often seen wearing black felt coat-suits, and his trademark black cape. The cape's red inseam has its own history, as the word on the sea says that "when you see the crimson in his cape, you're already dead." He's an extremely skilled swordsman and marksman, as well as a talented leader. Ship: Name: The "Crimson Fury" Number: 13-66 (with an extra "6" scrawled onto the end in white spraypaint) Class: Iowa Class Size: Displacement: 45,000 tons (standard) Length: 887 ft 3 in (270.43 m) Beam: 108 ft 2 in (32.98 m) Draft: 38 ft (11.6 m) Speed: Speed: 33 knots (61 km/h) Weapons: The primary armament of an Iowa-class battleship is nine 16-inch (406 mm)/50-caliber guns in three 3-gun turrets?two forward and one aft. The guns are 66 feet (20 m) long (50 times their 16 inch bore, or 50 calibers, from breechface to muzzle). About 43 feet (13 m) protrudes from the gun house. Each gun weighs about 239,000 pounds (108 000 kg), roughly the weight of a space shuttle. The gun fires projectiles weighing up to 2,700 pounds (1 200 kg) at a maximum speed of 2,690 ft/s (820 m/s) up to 24 miles (39 km). At maximum range the projectile spends almost one-and-a-half minutes in flight. Armor Level: 7 - There are 7 inches of solid steel plating on all sides of the craft. The insignia on the side is a red jolly roger, the insignia of a raider ship. Writing Sample: Captain Crimson looked aft of the Crimson Fury. "****. Pirates," he muttered. Jasper, his first mate, looked at him eagerly. He licked his lips, "What'll we do, Cap'n Crim?" A smile crept over Crim's face. "Why, we take them by surprise. It's a puny ship." Jasper looked smug. "So, I guess we'll be unveiling the flag?" Crim nodded absently. He was thinking. [i]I haven't tasted the air of battle for days... This ship seems like chump change, but it'll do.[/i] Jasper yelled out to the men shuffling about on the deck. "Ahoy! Seadogs aft of the ship! Show 'em the flag, boys!" There was an excited buzz on deck as the Crimson Fury's crew sped about the ship, manning their stations. One man climbed the tower, and untied the flag. It flew out, a crimson Jolly Roger billowing on the wind. "Flag, set! Man your stations! Main battery on my command!" Crim yelled over the intercom. The crew was eager for blood, and it was time to give it to them. The other ship stood no chance, as it pulled up alongside the Fury. The pirate captain stood, grinning, on the bow of the ship. "A fine ship you have, there!" Then he saw the flag. "MAIN BATTERY, FIRE ONE!" Smirked Crimson, as his ship jerked with the sheer force of the turrets. The artillery ripped through the armor of the pirate ship, and it began to sink. "Send the men on board. Tell them to look for loot before the damn thing goes back to Davey Jones." "Aye, aye, captain" Jasper said, grinning widely.

Might as well warn everyone before I get any new posts. There are VERY few slots for this RP (Ideally, 5). If, however, there is a tie for a slot, we will simply add one more to the roster. So make this your best work. Great job, Starwind. I like your character, and your writing segment was formidably well written. Anyone looking for an example of a winning post should use his as a near-perfect model. Oh, and don't all choose the same profession. Odds are that there wont be two of the same class in this RP. Happy Posting!

[color=blue][size=4][center]DREADNOUGHT[/center][/size] In a world dominated by the Great Sea... There is a very small amount of land, and most of it is owned by the Oil Company. They mine the land, promising a waterless world where the land, long since flooded, will once again rise up. However, claims such as these have been in existence since the Oil Company's conception. You, on the other hand, are a drifter. Your life is on the Great Sea, and you live, work, and eat according to her wishes. You have often heard of the "Last Continent", a myth suiting of its secrecy. From what you've heard, the "Last Continent" is the only land not covered by the sea. It's rich with resources, and has never been found. The rest seems a bit too mythical for you, but the promise of a stable land to rest upon is still quite appealing. It's much better than the floating Drifter Colonies. You've got nothing left to lose, anymore. You and your ship will soon be plunged into the great search for the "Final Continent"! RACES: Two races exist on the Great Sea. Humans - The most adaptable race of all, they hail from Earth, and, in search of new worlds to colonize, came upon this one. They have more physical prowess than most races, but have little to no knowledge of magic. Elders - The fist race to colonize the planet, only their great ancestors have seen the land once above water. They have limited knowledge of only basic magics, and tend to be weaker than humans. They look very similar, but tend to have darker skin with lighter eyes and hair PROFESSIONS: You're either a Drifter or with the Oil Company, or perhaps an independent Trade Organization. But there are many professions: Traveller - You travel for leisure, and the Last Continent is your Holy Grail... Pirate - You invade and steal ships, normally to loot them, and the Last Continent is a great place to hide treasure... Raider - You invade the floating Drifter Colonies, and the Last Continent is the last place to have under your control... Merchant - You trade with the best, and you are normally quite wealthy. The Last Continent is said to have abundant resources for trade... Mercenary - You are a fighter for hire, and often work in a team. Perhaps you can finally find a home in the Last Continent... Admiral - You command a fleet of ships, and finding the LAst Continent will surely please your superiors... Vagabond - You have no specific goals... but you're intrigued by the sight of solid ground... SHIPS: Your ship must be described FULLY, and all of its armaments described in detail. You may have a "secret weapon", that must be passed by me before use. It also must have a "class". There is a list of classes at [url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Ship_classes[/url] (Your ship need not conform to the specifications of the class you have chosen, but may be up to your imagination!) SIGNUP: Character: Name: Age: Sex: Race: Alignment: Profession: Appearance: Writing Sample: (Put in here how you found out about the Last Continent. Or don't. Just show me a sample of your writing.) Ship: Name: Number: Class: Size: (Large, medium, or small can do, but PLEASE try to use measurements, as those WITH measurements will take priority over those that don't) Speed: (In knots for purists or km/h for those who don't "get" knots.) Weapons: Armor Level: 1 - 10 (1 is a sheet of aluminum foil, 10 is 6 feet of titanium. Describe it, too.)

5 years after the breakout... Kieter awoke with a start, dripping with cold sweat. He was dreaming again. It was her... He sat up in his cot, and looked out the window. [i]The moon must shine rather brightly, once one got above the Smog,[/i] he thought. "If only I could remember her name... some clues... anything. All I know is she's alive, and I can't stop dreaming about her!" He growled softly. "This so infuriating..." He swung his legs out of the sheets, and they softly met the floor. He stood, bare chested, looking out the window. He smiled. "Nothing like a spot of practice to keep the mind alert, eh?" He carefully opened the window, taking pains not to make any noise as he did so. He stood in the windowframe, looking down at the world below. He leaped. His feet met the familiar telecom wire, and he immediately ran. His speed and balance were perfect, as always. He reached the adjacent rooftop, and then latched onto a thick line of cables that had been encased in titanium. He slid down the side of the huge building for a time, then jumped off the building, and out toward the street. He landed on top of the bus that was just stopping, and then sat. "Perfect timing," he said, as the bus roused itself to make the nightly rounds. The wind felt good in his hair, and against his skin. He smiled as he saw the familiar sites of the city, decaying and decrpeit as they were. This was home. Then he saw a chimera girl. It was unusual that she should catch his attention, but she did. Kieter saw his chance, and threw himself into an alleyway. He would see what she was up to. The girl had scales, and appeared to be walking with a large, lupine chimera. He continued watching. [i]I've seen her before... But where?[/i] He tried to listen to their conversation, but only caught one word. "...Freya..." He didn't know what to think. It was the first name and person he could recall since the breakout. So he waited, following them stealthily to a tavern. He watched as they entered, and saw, through a window, Freya sitting next to a man hidden by the collar of his coat. Kieter weighed his chances, calmly assessed the situation, and, after watching them talk for a time, stepped through the doors of the tavern, and sat at the far end. He would wait as long as he needed to.

Hey, me and Kyusa actually split up. (refer to the signups) Just, y'know, letting everyone in on that.

Name: Kieter Gender: Male Race: [i]Panthera Tigris[/i] Chimera Age: 23 Caste: Oroboros Chimera Appearance:[URL=http://members.fortunecity.com/chronotriggerians/images/rei1.gif]Picture of Kieter[/URL] Personality: Kieter is a complex character. He is known to be somewhat reserved, and is often sarcastic in his dealings with other males. He opens up to very few, and is alarmingly intelligent in his speech. However, females often attract his undivided, and even somewhat positive, attention. He is very protective of any female introduced to him, and is even known to resort to violence when his claim is removed. He is highly partial to music, especially rock and roll and metal. Weapons/Skills: So far, all that Kieter has been able to come across is a pair of short, sharp blades. His strength is augmented, as well as his speed, and he can extrude four claws from holes between his fingers. Writing Example: "...I'm going for it, Kyusa. Follow me," Kieter whispered. Kyusa looked at Kieter, confused. "Come on. We don't have time to dawdle. They'll force us to hunt the others if we dont leave," Kieter urged Kyusa. Kieter grasped Kyusa's hand. "Come on, snap out of it. We need to leave. NOW." Kyusa only nodded. She seemed distant. That was never a good sign. [i]No time to lose. Someone's cut a wire, and we'll only make it if we hurry.[/i] Kieter ran, holding Kyusa's hand in his. He ran through the glass of his cell. He found himself in a metal hallway, voices shouting in insurrection. [i]I hope to whatever merciful deity above that Freya was right...[/i] "This way, Kyusa! The exit is this way!" He ran towards a large metal door, attempting to pry it open. "Damn!" he said. It wouldn't budge. He heard footsteps. He turned to face the oncoming figures. They looked like security personnel. "Not good." He turned to look at Kyusa. "Stay Kyusa. C'mon... Don't leave me to fight these men alone." She only growled. It seemed more confused than defiant. Kieter's brows furrowed. [i]It would be wiser to run...[/i] The security wielded their spears menacingly. "Come on, kitties! You want to play?" Kieter growled, the fur on his back prickling up. "Bite me," he muttered. He turned to see the end of the corridor. The door was open, but began to close, slowly. He rushed towards the soldiers, noting that Kyusa was lagging behind. "Kyusa! Don't slow down now! We're almost out..." Kieter whispered. She slipped out of consciousness. Kieter had to try to carry her out, but saw no opportunity. He was trapped. "****." Suddenly, he heard the pounding of massive feet. He turned to see a massive figure approaching with haste. "Ralkan!" he yelled. The crowd looked confused. "Ralkan?" Kieter heard one solder ask confusedly, before looking toward the gargantuan man. It was too late. There are very few ways to stop such a huge intertia at such a speed as this. Kieter could only watch in morbid curiosity as Ralkan plowed through the lines of soldiers with barely any change to his momentum. "Physics. What a wonderful thing." Kieter turned to the reclined Kyusa. A few soldiers were left, still menacing. She lifted herself strangely. "****... Kwi..." He ran. No good could ever come from Kwi. It was better for him to leave. He ran, and hoped to God that she would live.

OOC: This is just filling in the space between the cave and the city. IC: Tyr looked intently at Sazurothz's chest, which was branded with a defensive rune. "Yes. I, too have a mark. What of it?" Tyr asked. "You're not surprised?" Sazurothz questioned. "You may not know this, Slake, but when I was an official, I outranked you. I know that nearly every field-active member of this party has been branded with some rune or another." Sazurothz looked at Tyr strangely. "Then what seperates the Vanguards from the others?" Tyr let down his sunglasses. "This." The whites of his eyes were black, with irises that glowed a dark, foreboding red. Sazurothz looked stunned. "But... How did you..." "This, Slake, is the price you pay when you play God... and lose," Tyr snarled. "I am not merely branded with the rune, like you. You borrow the rune's power. I have made the rune's power my own." Tyr frowned. "And for that, I have paid the ultimate price. I have become the despised one, the wicked one. You know of the dark runes. Surely, your superiors told you of that." Sazurothz could do nothing but nod. The room seemed empty, aside from the dark and almost evil figure before him. "This is... I am... Kal-Than. I am the dark one, destroyer of nations, king of the dragons, and tyrant of the nether-gods. I am the tormentor of lost souls, the flayer of flesh, and the eater of man-meat. I am the keeper of fear, the guardian of pain, and the arbiter of disease. Your puny rune is but a mere plaything in my mighty hands." Tyr drew a deep breath. "This, Slake, is why I have left my post. I am the holder of the great and dark rune of Kal-Than, and have become even as the malicious and evil god himself." Sazurothz did not speak. He only gaped at Tyr. "Come. We leave for Tanis." Sazurothz followed, in a complete daze. Tyr's eyes changed back, and the room seemed full again. "Are we leaving?" asked Kanya. Tyr said nothing, leaving the cave. Kanya glanced briefly over the rest of the group, and then rushed to catch up with him. The group eventually followed, Sazurothz lagging behind. "I must... have that power," Sazurothz said, grinning. "And I will have it..."

Neil Peart sat basking in the spotlight, inside the confines of his mighty drumset. He set his face in a dismal grin, readying himself for the most amazing perormance of his life. As he reached for his drumsticks, he realized that all of his preparation was for naught. "****! I left my drumsticks in the van!"

Tyr sat huddled up in a corner. His thick robes and sunglasses made it impossible to make out any sort of distinct emotion, but it was obvious that he was thinking. He always looked like he was thinking. Tarma turned to face him, as if he'd been mentioned in the fireside conversation. The group laughed, and Tarma turned back, joining in the laughter. Tyr ignored their apparent glee, lost in thought. [i]We're not that far from the city walls... Only 5 miles or so. We should be able to make it in time...[/i] All of a sudden, his right arm was engulfed in searing pain. "Gah!" he grunted, as he collapsed onto his side. "Not now... No..." The group looked to the leader, awestruck. Kanya stood, running to his aid. Tyr's sunglasses had clattered to the floor several inches away. He squinted his eyes, shaking with pain. "Don't... come near me!" His eyes were forced open by his agony. Kanya screamed. Jar sidled over to the pained Tyr. "What's wrong?" Kanya stuttered, but the group could make out, "His... Eyes..." Tyr stopped shaking, closing his eyes before Jar could see them. He picked up his sunglasses, and stood. He drew his cloak around his body, dramatically. "I'm going outside," he said, making his way towards the mouth of the cave. As he disappeared into the dark night, Kanya watched warily. Then she went to follow him. Jar paused, watching Kanya. "What's with those two?" Tarma went to his side, and grasped his paw. "You're a male. You wouldn't understand." Jar smiled, excited by her touch. "I don't care. You're here. I needn't know anything else." ----- Tyr sat above the mouth of the cave. His sunglasses were drawn down on his eyes. He watched as Kanya left the cave, and sat beside him. "You won't burn me through those clothes, will you?" asked Kanya. Tyr only watched her as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Apparently not." "Won't you try to expose me? Turn the group against me?" Tyr asked, betraying no emotion. "Nah. Not worth it." Kanya smiled lightly. "So what's with the eyes? Something you're not telling us?" "I'd rather not talk about that." "It's okay. We don't need to talk."

OOC: I'm sorry for not posting. End of quarter cramming, you know... IC: Tyr walked alongside the downcast mahrim. "Do you not understand the runes?" Jar made no effort to speak. He only shook his head. "I guess, in order to understand, one must understand the Societies... There was a great historian once, known only as 'Terius'. What was the verse? Ah, yes. [i]And the mighty ones of north will become acolytes of power, their runes shall shine with speed, strength, and victory, just as they seek. And the lowly ones will rise from the earth, becoming the technolytes of industry, their runes will be of evolution, change, and necessity. And the wild ones of the forest will become the illuminati of healing, their runes will glimmer with repair, renewing, and reviving. And the smallest of them all will become rosecrucians of magic, their runes will become as the elements themselves, fire, ice, and lighting... But beware the dark, its foreboding powers of un-creation, their runes burn with hate, avenging the dark lord...[/i]" Jar looked at Tyr silently. "So, you say what I have is a might rune? Why not a healing rune?" Tyr looked still beond him. "Trust me," were his only words, as the goup plodded steadily through the forest. Tyr finally looked to Jar. "It is a difficult path ahead. You will find yourself hurting those you love, scorning all you once enjoyed..." Jar looked unsteadily at the clearing ahead. He turned to face Tyr, whose rune tatoo was exposed. It was a grim reminder of his dark future. Tyr looked wistfully toward Kanya. [i]I will find a way to rid myself of this curse... somehow...[/i]

Tyr was somewhat confused. He pulled down his sunglasses, as to hide his emotion from others. He wasn't sure what to make of this. He knew now what he had always known. That's[i] why i needed to save him...[/i] "You can feel it, can't you? The light inside?" Tyr offered. Jar paused momentarily. "Yes," was his hesitant reply. "Use it like you would use your arm... Manipulate it as if it were a part of your own body." Tyr' voice grew intense. "Quickly, now! We don't have much time, boy!" Jar tensed, and a light appeared. It flowed slowly from his chest into the reclining Mahrim. Her pained breathing slowed, becoming steady. She was asleep, and the scars on her body began to heal. Jar's eyes grew wide, and Tyr's face hardened. "She's asleep. We need to press on." He turned to the viking. "Will you carry her? Try not to injure her." Thorkell nodded with a hearty smile. "Aye!" Tyr looked at Kanya, who had also sustained minor injuries. "You're small enough to be carried. Do you need to be?" Kanya looked at him, wide-eyed. "Uh... no. That's okay." Tyr nodded. He turned to Jar. "You. Come with me. We need to talk."