0ber0n the Neko

Ten was surrounded. The men around him snickered, and drew whatever extranneous weapons they had on them. Ten's eyes shot open wide, their bright puprle gaze paralyzing all who looked. He smiled, and drew four kunai in each hand. "Fallan!" he called, throwing the kunai. Fallan reacted quickly, forcing the knives to shred through all of the surrounding enemies. "Thanks!" Ten called, retrieving one kunai to take out an enemy behind Fallan. It flew true, hitting its mark squarely. The battle was turning towards the Avatars' side...

OOC: Sorry about all the hating. I hate Green Day so very much... Sorry to all the fans... IC: DK just loafed around the outskirts of the party, as usual. Someone brought out the beer, and he heard the Green Day CD rip at his eardrums. "I thought these guys died. A LONG time ago..." he muttered, covering his ears to shield himself from not only the volume, but the atrocity of the music. He saw Sean, Steff, and another person he didn't recognize standing over to the side. He chuckled, stopping himself from walking over. "They don't want me to be there..." he smiled. He stood and mingled silently among the crowd. Then he felt a sharp pain, as if someone had clubbed him in the chest. He clutched at his ribs, hissing in pain. He grabbed his bag to get the aspirin, but he was too late... OOC: Sorry, I favor a fast-moving story. Ignore me if you want.

LET'S KEEP THIS POST ALIVE! TOOL has to be one of the greater influences upon my life, as it has driven me from dire thoughts on more than one occasion! Scandanavian metal, though, is definetely taking the proverbial cookie from the metaphorical American Metal baby. And licking it. And not giving it back. The baby is crying. This is a confusing metaphor. Ummm... as for any American metal bands... I have heard very few that Jake hasn't, but a few have not been named! Some would prefer Evanescence (although I, personally, do not.) SLIPKNOT! (Or at least their first two albums) (Correct me if I'm wrong, but) The Acacia Strain And that's all I can think of. Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Fellow doom-headbangers, I beseech you to give some good band suggestions, as the flame of Metal is waning into decadence! Only we can strive to keep it alive, but let us start it in this post! \m/ >.< \m/ Your humble friend, DK

Hey, I'm sorry guys... I'm too busy to post in this one anymore, so my character can become a 'bot (usable plot person for Gynth, but not played by character). Sorry.

DK slumped into his airline seat. "Well, summer vaction starts now... I'll be in Texas in, say, 2 hours." he said to himself. He checked his watch, which blinked 4:00. He changed the time zone for Central time, and heard the all too familiar call, "The pilot has turned on the 'fasten your seatbelts' sign. If you asre having difficulties, please press the Flight Attendant notification button." They went on to say a few more things that by now should have been obvious, and DK just went to sleep. ----- "Your flight has just arrived in San Antonio International Airport. Please remain seated until the Pilot turns off the 'fasten your seatbelts' sign. Thank you." DK jerked forward, awakened by the sudden announcement. He looked out the window, and saw the ground. It wasn't yet dark, and so he also saw the airport. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief. The familiar "bing bong" of the "F.Y.S." sign sounded, and a collection of clicks and murmurs arose in the plane. He stood, unlatched the overhead cabin, and waited for them to open the doors. ----- DK reached the rental counter, an "Enterprise" outlet. He rang the bell, and a young woman came up and greeted him. "If you'll just fill out this form..." She slid a form across the desk, and DK calmly filled it out. He passed it back, and smiled. The girl analyzed the clipboard, blowing a bubble with her gum, until she reached the name. "Henry Glasheen? [i]THE[/i] Henry Glasheen?" "Pardon me for asking, but why am I a 'the'?" "Oh, my God! I bought your CD a few months ago! 'Hypnosis'!" DK was taken aback. "I never knew that went into regular circulation!" He regained composure. "It was just a little music project I started when I was fifteen... I submitted it to "Orion's", and I never knew it got picked up..." The girl just stared. "Wow, it's a pleasure to meet you!" "Umm... the same to you." "My favorite song was 'Sunny Day'!" "Thank you..." "How did you get the name DK?" "Look, miss..." he started, smiling weakly. "I'm here on vacation... Is it alright if I just sign something for you?" "Oh..." she began. "Sorry." She fumbled around through her bag, and produced the "Hypnosis" CD from it. She held it out to him. DK just stared. The jewel case was professional, the cover art was professional, and the CD itself was professional. He smiled nostalgically, and produced a Sharpie from his carry-on. He signed the case, and handed it back to the stunned receptionist. She smiled wide, and said, "Thank you so much! I'll treasure this forever!" "You do that. Where, if I may, should I find my car?" She looked around. "I'll show you myself." She left the booth, and led him out to a large parking Garage. ----- Safe in his car, DK drew another heavy sigh. "Fanbases weren't this akward in High School..." He looked at the address that he had printed directions for, and turned left. He looked along the road, and saw a large group of people. He parked, and stepped out. He walked over to the crowd. He smiled and said, "Hi. It's me, 0ber0n." OOC: Sorry for the delay, folks!

The chatter stopped. All the avatars adopted a crypt-like silence. There were the sounds of feet. Lots of feet. Ten drew a kunai and waited. He was less scared than anxious. Anxious for a fight. The feet broke ranks, and the charge began. From every street poured endless foes, darting this way and that. Ten grinned, and chucked the kunai into a soldier's head. He fell over, screaming. He ran into the middle of the soldiers and drew his second kunai, which he whirled around to gut a soldier's belly. Alex smiled, and took Ten's lead. They stood back to back, The Angel of Darkness, and the Devil of Pride. "Ready?" Ten asked. "Whenever you are, Lel." "NOW!" Ten yelled, as he forced darkness through the crowd. There was a sound behind Ten, as a scream and fire erupted. The darkness lifted and.... OOC: Alright, time for an opening!

OOC: Alright, now that nearly everyone is here... Let's get some action going, shall we? IC: Ten finished talking to a few of the regulars, and leaned back in his chair. He looked over at Julian and Becca, and sighed deeply. He felt a pain in his chest that nearly overtook him. "Love... such a human emotion..." He chuckled silently. He stood, and walked out of the bar. Michael was out there, about to enter. "Ten. There's something you should know about..." Ten looked serious. "What?" Michael looked grim. "There's a whole lot of Dollaris guys coming in to check out the huge avatar concentration. We need to either split up or kill the guards. They're advancing pretty fast, so we gotta to make that a rush order..." Ten nodded. He stood, thinking for a moment. He smiled weakly. "'What is this dagger I see before me?'" he grinned. Michael smiled. "Always were the one for soliloquoy." "Let's take the bastards down, eh?" "Always." Ten drew a kukri, and ran into the bar. He tapped the shoulders of all the avatars he could find, and told them of the forces closing in on them. Many of them smiled. It was to be a night on the town. OOC: Aorry for the shortness, asnd the interruption of the little *ahem* [i]thing[/i] between Julian and Becca. Good luck, and be prepared!

In the beginning, there was nothing. And then, God created the Earth and Heaven. God then created light, and divided it from the darkness. He then made firmament among the waters, to divide waters from waters. Then He created dry land, and all fauna and flora thereupon, and those which dwelt in the waters and in the sky. Then God made his most powerful creation. God created man. God smiled at his new creation. "Hello, Adam," he whispered, below that which Gabriel, his scribe, could hear. Adam looked toward the heavens, and in that single glance, the entire fate of mankind was decided. Adam, God's finest creation, created in His image, to fulfill His purpose, silently hated the more powerful being, which lingered in the sky above. Adam desired power. He wished for the power of a God. The day shall come... Adam thought. ----- Eons later, Mankind grew in numbers. They became more powerful amongst themselves, and with their bullion, stocks, and raw materials, created their own gods and deities. They shunned those who believed in the God which had created them. They secretly despised them. They combined against them. Now, in the year 2073, the final war shall be fought. It shall be fought amongst Men, by Demons and Angels. ----- It all began at night. Ten pushed the cigarette inbetween his lips, mumbling the tune to a song that was stuck in his head. He patted himself down, but was stopped short, as his cancer lighted itself. He turned to see Michael walking towards him, chuckling at the feat. Ten smiled, himself. "What brings you here, Michael? I haven't seen you for eons." Ten said, with a smile of pleasant suprise. "I've been around. God's finest creation, my ass..." Michael replied with a hint of laughter. "I've seen Kolob. He's been holding out on us, Leliel." Ten smiled again, sucking at his cancer. "I've seen it too. Not a shabby place. Earth ain't bad, either. Well, as long as you don't understand it, that is." The two of them smiled knowingly. Michael shrugged and walked off. "I'd watch yourself, Leli. Bad things afoot. I can tell." "Same to you." said Ten, avatar of Leliel, Angel of Darkness. He stood, sucking in at the smoke, and blowing it out. He walked until he could not hear Michael's footsteps, and then he looked at a bar. "Sure, why not?" he said, walking in almost innocently. He sat at the bar, next to a funky-looking man. He smiled and said, "Ten Nebre. What's your name?" "Norris. Julian Norris." he mumbled. "What's your poison?" Ten asked politely. "On me." "Moonshine mocha, on the rocks." Julian responded, disinterested. The bartender came around. "What'll you have?" "A Porter for me, and a Moonshine mocha for this guy." Ten replied. "Coming up." The bartender said. He walked to the other customers to get their orders. Ten gazed around the establishment. It was misty with cigarette smoke, and smelled of drunk. There were a few pool tables, and a couple of dartboards. He looked at Julian, who was staring at a woman in the corner. "Who's she?" asked Ten. "Dunno. Gonna find out, though." Julian replied. "Man, look at her. She must be... what? Barely legal kid." Ten's face looked concerned. "You're not planning to..." "They don't get legal for no damn reason, prettyboy." Julian responded in a whimsical tone. Ten decided not to remark. The girl suddenly looked directly at Julian, and blushed. She looked like she was hyperventilating. They locked eyes, and Ten noticed something. "Hey, you're Asmodeus... what are you doing here?" Ten enquired. OOC: Sorry for the rocky start...

Terse straightened his jacket, racing through the hall. He reached Private Myers, who began to salute. "Hello sir, the repairs are done-" That's all she could get out before Terse was in the cockpit, and ready to launch. "Get me unhooked, Private." "Yes... sir?" Myers managed. She pulled a lever, and the walkway moved. It came to a stop, and Seiza took off. ----- Terse scanned his brief, and programmed the co-ordinates into his autopilot. He tossed the briefer into an empty cardboard box behind him, and awaited his swift arrival to Earth. There was a low rumble, and Seiza was two miles from Earth's atmosphere. He radioed in. "Keaton? I'm in position. Awaiting your command. Over." "Command given. Over." "Roger. Over and out." Seiza plunged into the atmosphere, thanking God for the durability of Gundamanium. It landed within seeing ditance of the Justice Gundam. "Peekaboo..." he smirked. He turned on the radio to contact the other pilot. "Hey, Gynth Ronk! Nice Gundam. I think the mission doesn't start for another two minutes, so you've got that long to make peace with whatever God you may have angered during the course of your life!" There was a soft crackle, and a crisp reply. "I'm not here on orders, Terse..." The voice was pleasant. "Well, Gynth, that might be a problem. See, I was sent here to take out an EF Gundam, and you're..." He looked at his monitor. "Not... with EF..." "Like I said, I'm not here on orders." Gynth replied, almost a whisper through the radio lines. The Gundam gestured towards the place where the emblem used to be. "Is this some sort of weird suprise tactic?" Terse asked. "No." "Prove it." There was a pause. "How?" Another pause. "Er... I dunno... be creative. You've got a minute." The other gundam's hatch opened. A pretty young girl stepped out, not wearing any weapons. A faint signal came in, as she raised her hands in surrender. "That good enough?" Terse scratced his head, and checked his radar. No enemies. This was real. Terse walked Seiza close to Justice, and opened his hatch. He stepped out, and waved. "Surrender accepted!" he shouted. He smiled. "Now what!?" he asked. "Can you get any closer!?" Gynth yelled. Terse was taken aback. "Why!? I should be the one making demands here! You surrendered!" "I... I have my reasons!" Terse sighed, and brushed his pistol with is hand. "Forward, Seiza." Seiza plodded forward until they finally reached normal speaking range. "Stop, Seiza!" He looked at her, smiling. "This had better be good..." OOC: Hey, Silverwolf fang, you need to post one at a time. Two in a row is against the rules in this forum. Sorry.

@.@ Ummm... when I said post order... I meant like having an order for who posts when. That sucks, cuz people oftentimes just BELATE and BELATE until someone goes crazy and blows up a G.I. joe. Yeah, and the chapter system sounds cool. And about the comment on the plane... NO idea wha I was thinking. Pardon me. *nibbles cookie and hops away*

OOC: Sorry if I change the field of battle a bit. Trying to speed things up a bit. IC: Terse tensed. ?Another? Is it independent?? he asked, suddenly serious. Keaton shook his head. ?Earth Federation, I?m afraid. The pilot?s supposed to be talented. Almost as talented? as yourself.? The Major smiled. ?But? I must admit I?m rather anxious to see you in action. I assume you plan on taking up this mission?? Terse relaxed. ?Doesn?t sound like I have much choice. Where?s the battlefield?? Keaton smiled the kind of smile that a shark gives a fish. ?Earth.? Terse suppressed the urge to vomit, then had to restrain himself from grabbing the Major by the throat and choking him to death. All he managed was a croak, vaguely interpreted as ?Earth?? Keaton handed Terse the brief. ?Good luck, and Godspeed.? Terse found himself trudging out of the office. He looked over the plans. ?Codename: Justice Gundam? Kind of a weird name for a machine of war?? Terse chuckled. ?War never brings justice. Hope the pilot knows that. Let?s see? Gynth Ronk? what a strange name! Well, a strange name for a strange gundam.? He paused. ?A girl? Well, I hope she doesn?t think I?m going easy on her. It?s gonna be a great fight. Or it better be?? OOC: Just giving you an opening, chars_fury. Shine, baby, shine!

Terse breathed a sigh of relief. He pressed the "Eject" button on his control panel, and stepped out of Seiza. "Well, that was one hell of a test run, Seiza!" He smiled, and kicked it "Even for an old junker like you!" Terse grinned toothily, chuckling softly to himself. He heard footsteps running to the hangar, and he instinctively put his hand on his pistol. He prided himself on his paranoia. After all, one needed to be high strung to survive in space. The steel was cold, and calmed Terse?s nerves. The person running towards the hangar stopped in the doorway, and wore a Zeon uniform. The soldier looked tense, and saluted mechanically. ?Captain Namian, sir! You?re back from the test run?? While Terse was lazily searching for hotspots, he gathered that the soldier was a private. Thus, he reasoned, not a threat. ?Yeah, I am. What?s your name, Private?? The Private looked startled at the personal inquiry. ?I?m... uh? Private Myers? Kendra Myers!? She saluted again, clicking her heels together. ?I?m? the ? uh? official mechanic for the? uh? Thing? er? Gundam! Sir!? She was sweating noticeably. ?Stand down, Myers. I won?t bite you. Unless you plan on biting me first?? he joked. He could always joke with the new blood. They were so impressionable that it seemed impossible not to at times. ?So, just a training run. No major damages, Private.? He yanked absently on his jacket, and walked to the end of the hangar. He raised his hand, smiling. ?Don?t hurt Seiza, kid. You may get to fly her someday. Later.? Kendra just stood dumbstruck. ?Uh? yes? um?? She saluted nervously. ?I will do my best, Captain!? ?And chill out!? he yelled back, ?You act that tense, and you?re gonna mess up my Seiza!? ----- Terse stepped through the door which led to the Major?s office. He slumped into one of the chairs. ??Sup, Keats?? he said. The Major just shot him a glance which almost pinned him to the wall. ?You will address me as Major Keaton, or sir. Sit up straight, you miserable human being, before I jettison your sorry ass into the final frontier.? The Major said this patiently, almost eerily so. The Major did not make idle threats. ?Yes sir.? Terse said. ?You called?? Major Keaton nodded slowly, as if it were a practiced routine. ?The Earth Federation is planning an attack on Zeon forces at our outpost on Colony 8869. Closest one we have to Earth, as you should know.? Keaton cleared his throat, and pressed a button on the intercom. ?Bring in the briefing, please.? Major Keaton was the only military officer that Terse had ever heard use the word ?please?. He had a way of saying it that made you almost feel obligated to comply. A woman in Zeon uniform stepped in, pushing her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose. She carried a large file, which she handed to Keaton, who smiled and said, ?Thank you, Corporal Anika. Please, excuse yourself. This is a rather confidential conversation.? Major Keaton was always very polite, following the rules of war with everyone he met. Terse lazily let his gaze caress the woman ever so slightly. She was beautiful, but in her own way. Terse decided to let her be, and returned his gaze to Keaton. The corporal left, and Keaton cleared his throat. ?You will fight a Gundam.? OOC: Hey, we finally have a girl! ^_^ sweet!

I dunno... Posts with an "order" tend to be kinda monotonous... ^_^ And...are we all on the same plane? (If we're not, it might help if we are!) Ummm.. .that's all for now. *looks sadly at Momo's cookie* -DK

Yeah... leave the action till the adenture square! (oh, by the way, how is S going to be involved? All of us are guys characters...)

Alright! Very good, everyone. The Post starts with or without the other two demons on May 5! Be ready! It'll start with a bang! Thanks! -DK

Name - Terse Namian Codename - Orange Age - 28 Gender - Male Appearance: Eyes: Steel Blue Hair: Light Brown Skin: Lightly Tanned Outfit: He wears a pair of Khakis, A green jacket with orange stripes down each arm. On the jacket, there is a badge bearing the Zeon crest. Side on war - Bounty Hunter, affiliated with Zeon (by means of employment) Rank - Captain (The standard entry rank for a Bounty Hunter) Personality - A humble, but confident person. He is a skilled pilot, and always enjoys a game of chess. Gundam - Seiza Gundam Gundam Weapons - A long katana (heats up like quatre's twin... uh... thingies. You know.) and a pair of powerful machine guns. He has a beam knife for close combat. Gundam Special Weapon - Special hands that emit high-frequency sound waves, which are very effective for destroying radar systems (Permanently. You'd be suprised.) Bio - Terse, or Orange as he prefers to be called, has grown up hating confinement. He doesn't like to stay on one side of a conflict, as he believes justice can only be served after knowing both sides' stories. He has inclined recently towards the Zeon corporation for work because he needed repairs. He now owes the Zeon a lot of money, and intends to pay it back by fighting for them. He wants to meet his equal in combat, as the traditional mobile suits are hardly a challenge for him. Yeah... I really hope I didn't super-mod my character. PM me with any changes you wish to make.

*Listening to Tsurugi No Mai off of the Samurai Champloo soundtrack* Name: Henry "DK" Glasheen Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Short brown hair with sparse highlights. A muscular build, and a medium height. His eyes are a steely blue, and he likes to wear a green and orange jacket with IRELAND imprinted across the front. Has one mildly deformed ear (looks like an elf ear of sorts). Not often seen smiling or frowning. Character Snippit: Ah, yes. School's out, Lacrosse season's over, Summertime is here. Thank God. "Good thing I didn't register for any summer courses... Maybe if I settle down a bit, I can get a leg up on my story!" DK said to himself. He chuckled. He placed the letter down next to a picture on his dorm dresser, and felt the all-too-familiar sting in his chest as he looked at the picture. It was a picture of a young girl, laughing. She was about 16. "Whitney..." he whispered to himself, before he went to the bathroom and got some aspirin. He looked at the face in the mirror. He turned on the hot water, and plugged the sink. He laid his hands inside the sink bowl, and sighed as the warm sensation tingled through him. He took six aspirin, and one more for good measure. He looked again at the face in the mirror. He sighed, feeling the cold, even through the scalding feeling of the water on hsi hands. "I really miss her..." he said, silently. He turned off the water, letting it drain. He watched the vortex of air form and suck in the rest of the steaming fluid. He felt the aspirin kick in, and he smiled vacantly. "Ah, yes. What a silly thing for me to worry about. Feh..." He donned a comically pained smile. "Maybe I could get a girlfriend at the reunion?" He laughed. "Nah... as if twenty years of stag hasn't taught you anything...." He sat down in front of his laptop, looking up tickets. He found the airline tickets, and bought them. "If only... If only..." he sang quietly. "If only you were here again, not only in my mind..."

Alright, everyone! Here's the scoop. We really don't need any more angels, but outstanding posts [i]will[/i] be expected from those who wish to be an angel after this point. We need all the devils to continue, because Lucifer can't handle it all by himself (no matter how badass his description is! Nice job, anarchy!) Just a few updates on the plot, the holy grail in this story is the Ambrosia, the forbidden fruit. The reason that the M.M. Gods have so much power now is because they posess it. They also have the Holy Grail, The Original Crucifix, The Crucifix of St. Peters, and the Lance of Longinus (for all you who need a Constantine definition, the spear of destiny in the movie is the same as the Lance of Longinus. (note - there is no mention of a Spear of Destiny in the Bible, but there is a Lance of Longinus, so S.O.D. is its improper title.)). These artifacts are seperated amongst the M.M. Gods, and must be retrieved to restore balance to Earth. Ambrosia - Imbues the one who holds it with incredible strength and knowledge Holy Grail - Grants user more strength with each man they kill Lance of Longinus - Grants user speed with each man they kill The Original Crucifix - Grants owner long Life St Peter's Crucifix - Acts as a catalyst for magical and Alchemic reactions, amplifying damage and potency Just an update of who has survived the cut... Momo - Sachiel Skye - Tabris x kakashi x - Sahaquiel Anarchy - Lucifer ReFlux - Zereul Muse - Matarael elementalshadow - Israfel Who Am I?, your post is insufficient for signup purposes until you make some more of the changes I suggested in a PM to you awhile back. You also need a Bio and Appearance revamp. Sorry. Basically: We need the rest of the Demons, Any more angels will need outstanding posts to be accepted, Holy/Unholy items have been attributed to the M.M. Gods. Happy posting!

In the beginning, there was nothing. And then, God created the Earth and Heaven. God then created light, and divided it from the darkness. He then made firmament among the waters, to divide waters from waters. Then He created dry land, and all fauna and flora thereupon, and those which dwelt in the waters and in the sky. Then God made his most powerful creation. God created man. God smiled at his new creation. "Hello, Adam," he whispered, below that which Gabriel, his scribe, could hear. Adam looked toward the heavens, and in that single glance, the entire fate of mankind was decided. Adam, God's finest creation, created in His image, to fulfill His purpose, silently hated the more powerful being, which lingered in the sky above. Adam desired power. He wished for the power of a God. [i]The day shall come...[/i] Adam thought. ----- Eons later, Mankind grew in numbers. They became more powerful amongst themselves, and with their bullion, stocks, and raw materials, created their own gods and deities. They shunned those who believed in the God which had created them. They secretly despised them. They combined against them. Now, in the year 2073, the final war shall be fought. It shall be fought amongst Men, by Demons and Angels. ----- You will play as either a demon or an angel, who has taken on a human shape, known as an avatar. This avatar's specs are COMPLETELY up to you. Their genders, too, are at your discretion (although a man would make an odd Angel of Love, it's still allowed) ----- Alright, the rules for this post are simple. 1. Just because you're an angel or demon does not give you license to GOD-MOD 2. Choose an Angel or a Demon, and PLEASE do not make one up. It will be ignored. 3. Your Angel or Demon must have SOME tie to its representation (i.e. Matarael is the Angel of Rain, and should not have flames or lightning protruding from his person, and could more than likely be a moody character) 4. Be creative! The more interesting your avatar is, the more we can connect to it. If more than one person wishes to use a katana, or katana related weapon, they should PM me about it first, because twenty-two people playing as samurai avatar is not fun for ANYONE. 5. Develop your character! Do not use the cliched "reclusive, and doesn't talk much", or contradictory terms. Like "Suboordinate, but doesn't take orders" or "Shy but friendly". Try to polarize your character, as bad as this may sound, it's more fun, and easier. 6. Have fun! If you don't, then we won't. HERE ARE THE ANGELS: Sachiel - Angel of Water (Momo) Shamsel - Angel of Day Ramiel - Angel of Thunder Gaghiel - Angel of Fish (Symbolic of Wisdom) Israfel - Angel of Music (Symbolic of Duality) Sandalphon - Angel of Birth (Symbolic of Love) Matarael - Angel of Rain Sahaquiel - Angel of Sky (Often associated with Wind) (x kakashi x) Ireul - Angel of Fear (Often associated with Swords) Leliel - Angel of Night Bardiel - Angel of Hail (Symbolic of Ice) Zereul - Angel of Might (Symbolic of Fire [sidenote: NOT the strongest angel]) Arael - Angel of Birds (Symbolic of Memory and Guilt) Armisael - Angel of the Womb (Symbolic of Earth) Tabris - Angel of Alternatives (Symbolic of Disguises) (Skye) HERE ARE THE DEMONS: Asmodeus - Demon of Lust Beelzebub - Demon of Gluttony Leviathan - Demon of Envy Lucifer - Demon of Pride Satan - Demon of Anger Mammon - Demon of Greed Azazel - Demon of Sloth HERE ARE THE ENEMIES: Dollaris - God of Money and Trade Artecius - God of Business and Unfairness Mectulun - Goddess of Government and Corruption Senturonuk - Goddess of Advertisement and Control Nebution - God of Science and Deception Here's the twist! ANGELS AND DEMONS [i]CAN[/i] WORK TOGETHER. Since both are trying to become powerful in the minds of men, they can be on the same side. To sign up, We will need: Name of Angel/Demon: Name of Avatar: Age of Avatar: Sex of Avatar: Appearance (picture or physical description. Should include clothes): Weapon of Choice: Weapon Style (is optional): Power: Favorite Color (Hint: this IS a test): Likes: Dislikes: Biography of Avatar: Personality: Mortal Enemy (Which Man-made God is your worst enemy?): All-in-all (one sentence summary of your character) MY CHARACTER: Name of Angel/Demon: Leliel (Angel of Night) Name of Avatar: Ten Nebre Age of Avatar: 28 Sex of Avatar: Male Appearance: Eyes: Deep purple, they illuminate in darkness, but not in pure darkness Hair: Black, short and spiky Skin: Pale Clothes: He wears a black leather trenchcoat, which makes clanking noises. He removes it to engage in combat, under which there is an outfit similar to this: [URL=http://www.alltrees.org/anime/flamingsword/sk.vash.armor.png]OUTFIT[/URL], which is black and grey. Weapon of Choice: (Many) Kunai Knives, plus two [URL=http://elitetacticalsources.com/prodimages/Cold%20Steel/35ATCBB.jpeg]KUKRI[/URL] for dueling. Power: Ability to make area completely dark, ability to see in total darkness Favorite Color: White Likes: Secretly, he likes to be noticed Dislikes: Loud noises Biography of Avatar: Leliel has been living in the mortal world as Ten for five years. During that time, he has made friends with many of the more powerful Angels. He, after seeing Asmodeus, wanted to meet him, and make him an ally. Personality: A very social person. He likes to make powerful friends, and is a strong believer that people are equal. After all, in the dark, can anyone see the differences between peoples? He has many secrets that he still hasn't told anyone, which makes him somewhat mysterious. Mortal Enemy: Senturonuk, because she blinds people to the truth. (THAT'S MY JOB, DAMMIT!) All-in-all: The social climber

OOC: Forgot to mention this, but sorry for the... graphic nature... of my last post... :Listening to "Super Magnetic" and "Big Funk Blaster" by DJ Dan: Shadow tensed as the Crims began to form up into organized ranks. Shadow was counting on unorganized attacks. These, however, he was not prepared for. He dodged and weaved, barely getting a swing in at any of the Crims. All he could do was scream, "Xia! Get out of here! We can take it from here!" He was back to back with Loki now, and Grim's character nodded and fled. Shadow smiled to himself. "Heya, Loki. How's it shakin?" Loki smiled an equally inward smile. "Ah... it's been 'shakin' better." Shadow raised his weapon at the flank formation they were about to deal with. "This could have gone better. Now all we need to do is get Kia out of here, somehow..." Loki looked to see Kia's body. It wasn't there. "Uh... Shadow? I think we've been beaten to it..." Shadow panicked. He looked at the space she had previously occupied. "That... doesn't bode well." Loki looked firm. "Well, let's kill these bastards one by one, until we can get to her cell." The Crims were halted. They looked nervously at each other. They broke ranks and charged. Shadow smiled sardonically. "A chance! Loki! Try a skill!" he whispered. Loki grinned evilly. "Gladly." He raised his fists, ready to attack. Shadow adopted a warrior stance he had learned in capoeira class. "Fist of the Gods!" Loki yelled, as his fist was turned into a gigantic, fiery, meacing thing of doom. He took out about 3/4 of the guards with the gigantic fist. Shadow took a deep breath. "Warsword!" he yelled. His sword turned red. The Crims couldn't disengage their auto-attack. He heard a lot of panicked blathering, and people trying to disengage. It was too late. Shadow ran to the first three, and cut them deeply in the chest. Four more came, and he lopped their arms off. It continued thusly for another thirty seconds, when a good section of the Crims were beaten down. It was still only a small portion, however. OOC: Loki'll have to finish this. I have some work to do. ^_^'

OOC: Oo! My specialty! Ultimate Corny Henshin A-GO-GO! :Listening to Pyramid Song by Radiohead: IC: The crowd stopped. A sickening sound echoed through the courtyard. It was the sound of death. Death and pain. Grim's armor fell, along with too much blood to be healthy for him. He smiled, and then groaned as he spat out more blood. He retched. "This... pain.... It's so REAL!" He managed to gasp out, mouth bleeding from the strain. Kia clutched her chest, which was also freely bleeding. "You're... welcome, Grim." she said. She looked at her hit points. She was at two. "Damn lucky..." she said, smiling and wincing from the pain. Shadow and the rest of the Crims bowed their heads in respect. Grim shot a look at the crowd. "I'm not dead, you idiots!" he yelled, with some difficulty. "Just... in pain..." he said. The rest of the Crims slowly blinked out of existence, one by one. Shadow smiled, looking over at Xia, who had recieved less damage than he had. "Well, Xia. We survived." he said. She smiled warmly. Shadow felt his pain lifted as he smiled back. They both said nothing, and looked at Grim, who looked angry. "Well? Are you guys gonna heal me or not!?" he said. He suddenly lurched forward. "AGH! It's like I'm bleeding! Agh!" he yelled. His character faded. Shadow was stunned. "He gonna be okay?" he asked mildly. Kia looked scared. "Um... We need to find him in real life as quickly as we can!" she said. She remembered herself. "Er... you do, anyway. I can't." Shadow nodded. He got a mail message, along with the group. :accept mail message?: OOC: I'm thinking that Grim sends his Address for the people to find in RL? Sorry for the corniness! I thought we were doing a corny scene!

:Listening to Sunny Day (A song I made): Shadow ran into the fray, using two speed charms simultaneously. It was a fortunate glitch in the system that he was sure the Crims wouldn't utilize. He ran through a crowd of suprised Crims, who couldn't so much as lay a finger on him. He sped at a Crim, who swung his sword. Shadow dodged it quickly, planting his foot in the Knight's face. He followed the kick with a powerful sword strike. The Crim felt his face, and it bled. :animenose He shrieked. "Oh my God! I can feel this! This is really happening!" he screamed. Shadow smiled. Suddenly he was hit by a thought. "If they can feel it... It's like they're not any higher level than we are! We could win this fight!" He turned to swing at a Crim, who also recieved a hard blow to the head. He bled, and was knocked out. Shadow stood in the midst of them. "This is more than a game, folks! So don't F+++ with us!" he yelled proudly. "Like HELL I will!" said a Crim. He squared off with Shadow, who laid him a clean blow to his sword arm. The sword was dropped, and Shadow picked it up. Nobody moved. All eyes were fixed on Shadow, and those who were attacking Loki and Xia were also shocked to find themselves injured. "I'll do worse than that to any one of you jerks. Log off, or I'll force you out!" he yelled. Most of the Crims logged off. The group was no longer vastly outnumbered. The rest of them fought, while Kia crept quickly to the central podium. ---- "Grim!" Kia whispered urgently. Grim turned, and said "Kia, I'm not in control of my body. Get yourself out of here!" He said harshly. She shook her head. "Not till I get you out of that armor!" Grim sighed, then noticed he was in battle mode. "Oh, no!" He groaned. "Kia, I'm telling you to run, NOW!" he urged her. "This armor won't stop until you're dead." She hesitated, then stood her ground. "I told you. I don't care if I die! You're... my friend!" she said, shedding a lone tear, and forcing a confident smile. "And I care about you." Grim smiled. "Thanks. Good luck! I'll try to stop it from harming you any way I can!" Grim said. "I will, too..." she replied, determined.

If it's not too late, I'd like to join. It sounds like jolly fun. Name: "Orange" Maxamillian Age: 29 Gender: Male Race: Human Class: Notorious Bandit Height: 5'11 Build: Thin, but mucular. Eye color: Yellow (like those of a Desert Fox) Skin Color: Light Brown Hair Color: Bleached White by the sun. Favorite color: Vivid Red Short Bio: Has been an outcast for many years because he bore the "Mark of the Desert Fox". The mark is supposed to segregate a child who is to become wild and fearsome, although Orange himself is a rather laid-back guy. He knows the law of the land, he can survive days without provisions, and is known to be the most powerful bandit in the land. He, however, will not support this. Attitude: He is a very confident and laid-back man. When challenged, however, it is very expedient to not injure his pride, as he can easily compensate his lack of strength with ferocity. Weapon of Choice: He wields two long, straight [i]mune[/i]'d blades, which he is proficent with. He is also adept at hand-to-hand combat. His style resembles a type of lethal [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capoeira][COLOR=Blue]capoeira[/COLOR][/URL]. Armor: He wears comfortable leather armor, making him quick, but also highly vulnerable to strong blows. Spells: He was never to be bothered with anything in the way of spellcraft, however, his survival skills and combat ability save him from reliance on such magicks. The "Mark of the Desert Fox"'s use is still a mystery, leading many to believe it may hold a spell of great power. Orange will deny this to no end. Abilities: VERY high survival skills and first aid ability. He is fast in combat, and a very good marksman. Nothing supernatural, save for the "Mark of the Desert Fox". This marking, however, has been held to bear no supernatural power. It still serves as an imposing attribute. Weakness: His weak point, simply, is women. He spends long months, and even years, before coming into cities. He secretly wishes to find one to share the desert (which he claims is "his land") and its many secrets with. This leads him to be blathering idiot when in the presence of attractive women. He also dislikes dogs. Strong against: The elements. He is also a streetwise tactician, who can easily deal with most suprise attacks. ^_- Sorry about all that!

If you want any more info on the characters in the post from the war era, feel free to browse the original "Subhuman" post from about a year ago! [u]Story[/u] Ok, this adventure shall take place on the world of Temo'reli'e. This world is a fair and actually quite beautiful world. The inhabitants are incredibly content with their lives, and the food is quite plentiful. The strong Rakkas (a larger race of what looks like humans with colorful fur) tilled the land, while under the rule of the wise Kiros (a smaller race of small, grey-skinned humanoids). Then the wars came. Lands were torn apart as the Prelacy, the "Dirt Men", and the Homaks fought for control of Temo'reli'e. This is your story... Races You can choose to be: a Homak (looks exactly like a human) Strong in all categories. Lives normal life length. Generally hated. (Homaks are from the planet Earth. they bring advanced weaponry into the world.) a Kiros (described above in the story section) Magic adept, weaker. Incredibly long lifespan. Generally respected. (Kiros were one of the three primary races of Temo'reli'e, and they generally rule over all peoples through their Prelacy. They are wise and ancient, although many have resorted to power hoarding.) a Rakka (also described above) Stronger, less magic adept. Very Long Lifespan. Generally liked. (Rakka are very strong, and were of the three primary races on Temo'reli'e. They were basically the ruled class.) a Waska (Looks like a cat-human hybrid) Faster, skilled, and has some strength and magic skill. Slightly longer lifespan. Generally liked. (Waskas are a very rare find, having started off in the jungle sections of Temo'reli'e, but they are slowly starting to move into the cities.) a Kippor (a Vampire) Only adept in dark magic, Fast, and strong. Lives normal life length. Generally hated. (Kippor are a persecuted race, being dark in nature, but not always in attitude. In fact, many of them are kind and gentle creatures. Just misunderstood.) a Lyc (a human-shaped race, with weird-colored skin) Only adept in light magic, skilled, and extremely fast. Lives as long as Kiros. Generally loved. (Lyc are one of the three primary races. They are the keepers of the earth and fall into the middle class. Most populous.) a Spherec (Looks like a half-man, half-lizard) Not adept in magic, and not very fast, either, but EXTREMELY STRONG, and can regenerate lost limbs. (only male gender) Generally liked. (Spherecs are indigenous to the vast desert regions of Temo'reli'e. Good survival skills.) a Marrur (looks like a half-woman, half-rabbit) Not strong, but pretty fast, and VERY ADEPT AT MAGIC. Very seductive creatures (a natural advantage). (only female gender) generally liked. (Marrur are also from the jungle, and many are rivals with the Waskas. There are blood feuds among clans of Waskas and Marrur, and they are not always on the [i]best[/i] of terms with each other.) Sides of the conflict: Homak: Seeks the power to destroy the Prelate. They wish to establish Democracy, and are not quite as antagonistic as they seem. Leader: General James McKinley. Dirt Man: Seeks to establish a true socialist commune. Many of its members are returners from the desert wars just two years prior. Leader: General Kimka Townsend. Prelate: Seeks the power to quell rebellions, while still keeping the denizens of its cities under control. Leader: Shia Ke'laman All three can contain any races. Homaks are automatically Homak-sided. My character- Stats: Name: Riku Race: Waska Age: 20 (about 17 in human years) Sex: Male Class: Mercenary Weapon of Choice: Kunai Knives and a sword given to him by General Townsend. Brief Stat Description: Not very strong, but moves with incredible speed. Can use some cloaking magics. Appearance: Eyes: Orange Hair: Dark Black Skin: medium-fair Build: Slim, but somewhat muscular Tail: Dark Black Preferences: Fav. Color: White Likes: Being alone Dislikes: Noisy people Wears: A "Dirt Man" outfit of his own design. He has a white shoulderguard attatched to a breast-cover (one side), standard black combat boots, and the rest is basically tighter-fitting deep blue clothing. Bio: Orphaned at an early age, and has been trained in the art of assassination since birth, he prefers to be alone, constantly thinking and also constantly wary. He has trouble getting into relationships, even though he has a certain charm about him. He wants to get into a relationship, possibly settle down and have a family, but he believes that it is just a dream, and continues his work as a mercenary. Then he was picked up by Dirt Man, General Townsend, and trained to become a soldier in the Dirt Man army. Is constantly searching for the meaning of "Love". All in all: The angsty Side of Conflict He is on the "Dirt Men"'s side. (In case anyone needs to know) Riku is Sardik Mes from the original post. REMEMBER: There are heroes on all sides! There isn't just a HEROES side and a BAD GUYS side. Try to even out the ranks! Have some fun with an evil character! We need to develop the Prelate just as much as we need to work out the Dirt Men and Homaks! WE NEED PLAYERS FOR: General Townsend Shia Ke'laman General McKinley Jiae Marra Gothkir Lucifer PM me PLEASE to get these positions! I will update frequenty!

Listening to "Merkaba/No Quarter" by Tool IC: The party swam through the river. Shadow still wore his claymore across his back, in case he should need it. The water was full of invisible walls that made the vacancy of the river an obvious conclusion. They saw light, and heard no voices. Kia swam up to examine what was at the surface, and they stood just inside the walls to the Crim Castle. There appeared to be some sort of ceremony going on. Shadow looked, and caught a sense of sacrelige in the processions. The masses carried an unwilling member towards the front of the ceremony, and there were loud laughs, not of joy, but of haughtiness. They ran to the nearest area of concealment they could find, and dressed in their normal clothes. Shadow and Loki peered beyond their barrier, and got a clear view of the man being carried. It was Grim. He was in Crim armor that seemed much more foreboding than the rest. Grim looked helpless, and Shadow supposed that he had gone to the other side. He shook his head and looked back at the group. "He's... with the Crims..." Shadow said. Kia looked impassive. She stood, and caught a glimpse of the armor herself. She smiled. "He's okay. He's just got binding armor on. I'm sure we can find a way to get him out." Shadow looked concerned. "He's not with them? You're sure?" Kia shook her head. "For some reason, I recognize that software as well as I do Grim." Xia looked relieved. "Alright. How are we going to do this?" Kia smiled. "Simple..." she said. OOC: Alrighty, Kia. Amaze us with a nifty plan-thing!