Shiguru

Martial arts can be used for fighting, if you do what I do. I like Kenjitsu and SERIOUSLY debated if I wanted to take that or Muay Thai, but in the end I figured the human body is the worlds greatest weapon and decided hand to hand is the perfect way to go. 1) it can be very useful in self-defense 2) It is much more diverse than any weapon style. 3) and it is the basis of all combat.

I instruct Goji-Ryu Karate, and I know a lot more bits and pieces of martial arts. Like stuff from Jujitsu, Kempo, Tae Kwon Do, Judo, etc. I did Muay Thai for 3 years in junior High and did western boxing before that. I do MMA tournaments which are like UFC and Pride fighting. So you have to be able to defend and strike standing and on the ground. I've been choked out once for 3 min. and passed out, and got second place out of 30 of those guys. It hurts and training is a *****, but it's fun. I used to get into a lot of fights, so I started learning martial arts (not the fights mentioned above, more like "I heard you talking to my girl. Now I'm gonna fight you." kinda thing.) and fell in love with it.

Those are classics and labeling those "Major Properties" is debatable. Sure Kia Asiyama did that well penciledm horribly penned "Child of Dreams" and Japan did do some TMNT manga a while back, but it's not animated to my knowledge.

I think it could work. From the werewolf that rips off it's own skin to some of the other Nazi enemies HB fights. But the problem will be licencing rights. And I have a pretty nifty question: Can you name one AMERICAN comic or major property that was turned into an anime?

(Callmegoddess, you do realize Immortals are sterile. But that doesn't mean they can't adopt :D ) As the truck barrled down the road Gavin finally passed the US/Canadian border as he started going slightly faster. His thoughts were unusual right now, something was comming... something big. He didn't like to think of what it might be, perhaps the Gathering. He was surprised he had remained until the Gathering, he'd had so many close calls in his life while dueling. From Ena in Washington, to Chekota in Prauge. They had all come close to taking his head, but he somehow survived. Now his feeling of death was stronger than ever. This would be the finale to it all, Kuang would be there if his letter was accurate at all. It would be nice to see his old friend after 10 years of simple letters... even if it is under these unusual circumstances. Slowing it down to avoid an obvious speed trap ahead, he started to remember how he got here. So many had fallen by his hands since his first death so many years ago. It seems to be second nature now, paranoia was a common thing for big targets like him. He knew he was stronger than many, but there were many higher ups. He has heard of one who has killed more and is older than any other immortal ever to exist. Rumor from a higher up has even said they have some other strong immortals with them. Perhaps perverting the game to speed up the Gathering is the persons plan? Gavin didn't care, he just had a sudden urge to travel.. to New York city. (come on people, anyone can post during the Gathering.)

I'm in. But no Captain Confederate for me though (My own disturbed comic character.) shouldn't there be a rule against copyrights? Like no Marvel mutants or licenced chars? Name: Jason Berman Codename: Berater Age: unknown Height: 7' Weight: 380 lbs. Abilites: Awesome strength and resiliance from experimentation on street thugs (hey It's a damn comic!). Expert in machines. apperance: has dreads pulled into a long ponytail. Usually wears some street clothes or some special one peice suit designed for him (think a solid black variation of Tim Drake's costume without the cape) Bio: Originally a street kid with kack for body building and machines Jason seemed to enjoy his life as he was accepted to MIT. As he was finishing his research in his sophmore year he was taken by some secret organization and experimented on. His body became much stronger than ever seen in a human being. Able to press over 70 tons, his muscles also became much stronger and resilant. Force fed drugs his skin became much more resliant to pain and lacerations making bullets simply collide with him and his natural kevlar flesh. Soon he escaped and became a helper for those who need it. Becoming a sort of protector of the weak. Villans: anyone who pisses him off.

I need some terms translated into romanized Korean, so rather than get characters like Babel Fish gives me I get the phonetic translations. I was wondering if anyone can translate the following phrases or refer me to links that can translate them into romanized Korean. 1) Demon killer 2) Blades of the Flowing breeze 3) slayers of the demon Rough translations or anything would be helpful. All of this is for a Rurouni Kenshin fic (Which I'm forced to go back and re-read the Jinchuu arc translations for. As well as brush up on Korean and Okinawan history.) I have chapter one ready but I need some of this for chapter 2 and onward. Any help would be GREATLY appreciated. Also, there might be more terms needing translation comming up if this works.. sorry.

I'd have to say I relate to Sanosuke Sagara from Rurouni Kenshin the most. I like to fight a lot, like to lay back, am loyal and like to eat. Not to mention I have a very warped sense of the world and am simple guy. I like to joke around about everything and can find humor in just about anything if I look at it long enough. I also seem to be like Gourry Gabriev from Slayers. I just see the world diffrently than most.

I like the fact that I can Watch the TMNT (by far the best show on there) at 6 even though it collides with the Simpsons. Teen Titans is another great show that seems to get the characters from the comics right. Now This TMNT kicks ***. It has a lot of action, some well written jokes for mikey, is kid friendly while still being cool for everyone. And it's based on the original Mirage comic! Teen Titans makes the old gang of Robin (who seems to combine both Tim and Dick), Cyborg, Starfire, Changling, and Raven cool. It is easily one of the funnier action cartoons with some of the one liners and ill places quotes from Changling and Starfire. And Deathstroke is here and kicks major ***! Migiuzi does have too many commerical breaks though. And since Toonami has nothing but Dragonball stuff and SD Gundam... it beats the crap out of it.

Pulling into his driveway Gavin Valgaeth exited his truck and walked inside the house. Leaving his broadsword in the truck he grabbed a beer as soon as he came in the door. Sitting on the couch he looked at his small collection of goods from over the centuries, his spanish cutlass, his gold he stole from trading ships, even his Civil War musket lay in this room. He should be packing, but he'd rather just sit down for now. Looking at the dagger on his wall old memories came back. Taking the dagger he went to his room and pulled out some suitcases. While packing the contents Gavin pulled out an old photo from his days in the Union army. [I]Flashback, 1863[/I] "Listen here. Those are some fine young whores that are comming here tonight. And dammit Thomas (Gavin's alias at the time) you are going to look presentable." the shorter Irish soldier barked. "I will look however I want to. We aren't being attacked you stupid bastard." Gaivin smirked before taking another drink. "Well Thomas at least put a damn shirt on!" "Keep your damn head on Johnny. You and I both know they'll be seeing me without a shirt and less as well." Johnny looked at Gavin and coughed "You have no sense of tact do ya? You god damn square." Gavin jumped up and swung at the smaller man, his fist colliding with his jaw. "What did you just call me?!" Gavin roared. Placing his foot on the smaller man's neck he removed it when he heard the sounds of horsehooves. Stapping back he quickly donned a shirt as the captain went by and looked at Gavin. "Carry on Leiutenant." he said as he rode off. Gavin looked at the Irish man one last time. "If you ever speak to me again, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." [I]End Flashback[/I] 2 days later that person took a bullet for him. Nobody had ever done that for Gavin before.. it was always him and the other way around. Sighing he continued packing and put the picture of his unit down on the bed. Over half those men died that day, and the one racist prick he hated was shot down to try and make up for his previous faults. This world, after 300 years made no sense to him... and with the sudden feeling he had never felt before he knew something was happening.... The Gathering would be soon. In New York city.

Gavin blocked the strike before it reached his neck. His eyes lowered as he pushed against the celtic's blade pushing her down to the ground. She arose like lightning as she struck his thigh. Blood started to seep from the wound as he kicked landed a haymaker to her jaw. Dana spit blood onto the tree as she rushed forward. Gavin ducked her sword strike as it became lodged in the tree. Kicking her down to her knees she looked up at him accepting her fate. "There can be only one." he whispered as he raised he sword... only to hear police sirens in the distance. "*****" Gavin cried as he grabbed both blades and tossed them in different directions. The police officers looked down at Gavin as he let go of Dana's hair and scrambled out infront of the officers view. "Excuse me sir what are you doing here eh?" the first officer asked with a smirk. "Well officer to be honest this young lady and I were about to do some photo shoots." Gavin lied. The officer pushed through and watched Dana slowly get up and straighten her outfit. "Doesn't look like a photoshoot to me. But it is a nice night for an outdoor thing, just make sure the neighbors don't hear ya." the older officer said before walking away. As soon as they were out of sight Gavin walked over and picked up his sword. Dana looked at him with a confused expression on her face. "Why are you leaving?" Gavin turned to her. "Because if I kill you they will think I just killed a hooker and start to look for me. I don't think we will meet again, but if we do: Pray it under better circumstances." As he walked off leaving a dumbfounded Dana there he took out a cigarette and lit it up before getting in his truck and driving away. His New York Vacation was one he desperatly needed right now. "I'M NOT A WHORE!" Dana shouted to the fleeing truck as she made it to the top of the hill. OC: A little off beat. But one that needed to be done to get the plot going. Anybody who wants to be the badguy just say so and it'll probably be yours. And why are only 3 people posting here?

Most of the shows you people mentioned that were cancelled were cancelled for one of 2 major reasons (usually) 1) lack of ratings (Futurama at 7:30? nobody watches tv on sunday at 7:30 unless there is a football game on.) 2) It's just time to end it. If a new Superman movie comes out Smallville is gone. Friends ran forever (I hated the show, but some people liked it.), Frasier is closing it's doors. The Sopranos (which still is a quality show!) is nearing it's end. Now it's these new shows that really blow. Enterprise stomped all over Star Trek continuity, most anything else on UPN started to blow etc.

I prettymuch only watch a select few shows now: The Simpsons, The Sopranos, Deadwood, MXC, Star Trek reruns (original, TNG, DS9), Comedy Central Presents, Insomiac, South Park, Chappelle's show, Everything on Adult Swim Sunday. And that's about it. Everything else has gone beyond crap these days from Smallville destroying DC continuity by seeping into the comics (Superman: Birthright) to Americans wanting to watch dwarfs marry.

Gavin's eyes narrowed at her remark as he lifted his blade into an offensive position. "That all depends on why you are so close to my home with another sword. I just met you this afternoon." Dana looked at him with a neutral expression, her voice somewhat distant. "I wish to know your name as well." "Gavin Valgaeth. Remember it well." he barked before stepping forward. He knew this woman was more than she seemed, as he took this slow. "Now answer me why you came!" OC: Sorry about the short post.

Gavin walked slowly through the woods, barely making a sound. Pale blue eyes scanned the area as he started to feel an all too familar feeling of another of his kind present. Slowly unsheathing his sword as he walked the feeling was becoming stronger by every passing moment. He didn't like this, the woods and the feelings reminded him of something all too long ago. [I]Flashback. Virginia, 1953[/I] "STOP! He didn't do anything wrong. I decided to let him get something to eat, the man was starving!" the viking cried as he rushed toward a black man tied up and with a neuss around his neck. "It was a 'whites only' establishment Luke (Gavin's current alias). You shoulda known better, but commin' from California you stupid sack a **** wouldn't know much about that would ya?" A tall man said before he swung a baseball bat crashing it against the Viking's jaw. A few teeth came loose as blood and saliva dripped from his mouth. The taller and better dressed redneck picked up Gavin's head and looked him in the eyes before pulling out a small knife and stabbing him in the heart. As Gavin lay bleeding upon the grass and listening to the beating of his friend he sensed another immortal approaching his position. Lifting his head he saw a short and stocky middle aged man look down upon him. Both knew who eachother were as sky blue met dark brown. A savage kick collided with Gavin's kidney as he gasped in pain. "How does that feel. 'Cause I got a whole lot more for you." placing his lips mere inches from the Viking's ear he whispered with hatred. "And then I'll steal you're head. You should have known better than to do this." he said before getting up. "Why don't we settle.... settle this like me.. men?" Gavin half spat as he spoke, but was slowly healing himself. "Because I don't like you." The older looking man said with a smirk before taking out a cigar. He looked at the other hired hands and nodded. "Do it." "NO! You son of a *****!" Gavin shouted as he heard his friends screams. Half an hour later it was just Gavin, the other immortal and his friend's buried corpse. Gavin's breathing was ragged as he coughed up another tooth. Another soccer kick to his ribs sent him to the ground with a slight gasp in sharp pain. The southern immortal left him there as he pulled out a confederate saber from his Ford truck only to see Gavin gone. Looking behind him he saw the Viking rush at him with a fire axe and a look of mad fury on his face. [I]End Flashback[/I] Gavin saw an attractive young woman looking around as he edged closer to the immortal. Calling out he was surprised to see the same woman from this afternoon looking at him about to draw her sword. "Who are you and why are you here?" he asked looking at the woman before him.

Taro burst into the courtyard his blade ready as he looked at Gen and Ayame. His eye stopped burning from the fury of battle as he looked on his friend and employer. "Look at your hands. You're a damn fool Gen, get some guards or something." Taro sighed. "And you could have at least called out for assistance. These men do not fight honorably and you know that." His eye looked to Ayame. "Great, both of you are injured. I don't know what the hell is wrong with you two." Taro whispered as he shook his head and sheathed the no-datchi held in his grip. "Come on. Let's get you two patched up. You're lucky they are only minor wounds."

[QUOTE]Volume 2 wasn't meant to have any super action.[/QUOTE] Then why was it marketed as a super action movie? I didn't say I didn't like it, but I was just waiting for some action after all these deeper dialouge scenes.. only to be disapointed by what they did throw at us. Watching the crazy 88 and the Vivica A. Fox duel I had some high hopes for the Bill duel. I liked how it ended, but the duel like you said left much to be desired. I wanted to see some Kwai Chang Kane stuff personally, but that would never happen.

I liked Vol.2, it had more depth than the first movie (by far.). But it's action was kinda lacking. I personally think Tarentino should have shuffled the movie around more or made Budd and Bill cooler in thier fight scences. I won't post a real review as to spoil the movie, but I'd give it a 8/10.

Toronto, Canada. "Mr. Longson, I have a question about this test. I think I got the essay question perfectly." a young dark skinned teenager asked. Gavin took the paper from her hand and read it carefully. "I gave you half credit didn't I?" Gavin asked. "But I wanted full credit. I worked hard on that essay Mr. Longson." The young lady was practically begging for a better grade. "I'm sorry Alice this isn't getting changed. Fact is you put information on here that is simply opinon, which is fine if you don't have any facts. This entire answer to why Sherman torched the south is opinon. I gave you half credit because it was well written and percise but it had no facts. The C+ still stands." Gavn stated as he looked at the hurt girls face. The final bell of the schoolday rang as the students picked up thier stuff and walked out of the door. Getting up from his desk he sighed, he was there when the burning of the south happened and whie most of Alice's opinon's on General Sherman were shared by him he couldn't let her get the whole question right. Walking out of the door he grabbed his bag and locked his room as he started toward his truck. Today was wierd between the damn meeting and the other soccer coaches bugging him about random things that had nothing to do with the game. But what was most unusual was the woman who came today.. she was another immortal, but it was quite unusual for someone to come to a school and ask for directions... unless she was hunting for someone's head. As he unlocked the truck door he reached behind the seat and gripped his sheathed blade to make sure it was still there from a week ago... when he killed Yoshimaru. Placing the sword in the passenger seat he got in and drove off to his home. He had a bad feeling something was going on out there something that had to do with all remaining immortals.

It's been started already. You might have to do some searching though, I started as soon as Rhiannon joned.

199X-200X(present day) Toronto, Canada. "So, Mr.Bond. Perhaps I should shoot you in the head? Or watch you as you have sex with my daughter and then I put you in my death machine and watch you escape as I tell you my plan?" The evil scientist said looking at the ageing british man. "You sir smell like a dungheap and have the manners of a Goat." Bond said as he spit upon the scientists face. "Now Mr.Bond. I expect you to die." The blonde man shook his head at how bad these once great movies had become. 'They just had to bring back Connery.' he thought as he tried to recline in his chair, and try to enjoy the worst film he'd seen all year. As he chomped down on some popcorn a buzzing shot to the back of his skull. Instantly the large and built man's eyes shot open as he began to slowly scan the room for any kind of threat until he realized it could only be outside. Getting up he started to slowly walk out of the theatre and through the lobby and ouside the building itself. Looking to his left he saw the outline of a person escape into the steam of the manhole below as he walked through the alley. The tall blonde followed the figure realizing they were of the same kind. The figure turned revealing an asain man smoking a cigarette, and wearing a nice buisness suit... surly Italian. "It's been a long time Gavin Valgaeth." he spoke between puffs of his cigarette. "60 years Enishi Yoshimaru. Since that day in Tokyo back '32. The day we never finished the duel thanks to the police interruption." "Too long. And now is perfect time for a rematch I think. Nobody comes here anymore, and especially at 2:00 AM." Enishi said as he took off his coat and threw it to the side after pulling a long black object. Pulling a shiny and flat blade from it he held the ninja-to up in the air for his opponent to see. Gavin reached into his own jacket and pulled out a broadsword from ancient times, the glint from the blade reflected on the broken glass below his feet. A slight smile appeared on his face as he leaned forward and held the blade behind his head in an offensive position. The former ninja shifted his weight backwards as he began to hide the blade behind his back, and prepared for all-out defense. Holding his hand out he used a simple jerk back to signal his viking opponent. Gavin rushed forward and slashed high, after the inital parry from Enishi the viking sent his leg out and kicked the ninja to keep him off balance, only to see him recover as he spun arounf and cut the blonde's side clean open, and licked the blood from his own blade. Gavin used his quickening to heal the wound as he spun and got back into postion, knowing this man was not someone to mess with. Running toward the ninja again he stopped short when Enishi's ninja-to launched forward into a devastating thrust sped up by his quickening. Cocking his head to the side to dodge the blade Gavin grabbed Yoshimaru's shirt and pulled him toward himself as he kneed the ninja in the stomach and threw him down. Rolling backwards the ninja grabbed his sword and decided to take a run towards the viking. Swinging his sword with strength amplified by the quickening Gavin's blade met Enishi's as both were charged by the same energy that powers all living things. As thier blades locked, so did thier eyes. Gavin ducked down forcing the ninja forward and thrust his broadsword up and into the ninja's stomach. A scream of pain echoed through the alley. Gavin pulled the blade out and watched the Asian man fall to his knees. Standing up next to him he whispered the words all immortals live by. "There can be only one." Raising his sword, it came down in one strike, severing his opponents head. Lightning and energy crackled in the air around Gavin as the body of the fallen immortal started to glow as well. Soon electricity shot thorough the Viking's body and into headlights and garbage bags causing them to explode violently. A scream came from Gavin's lips as his opponent's power shot through him. Dropping his sword from the intensity of the life current flowing through him. When suddenly it stopped and the 300 year old Viking fell to the ground panting... and feeling diffrent. Much diffrent than before. Getting up and grabbing his blade he placed it in his coat and walked out of the alleyway. OC: Okay, that is what you can expect from the game. Now I'd suggest putting a short introduction of everyone's char and such before we introduce the big bad immortals and then let the gathering begin. I'll do a big character introduction later, but just have fun.

I think some of the best villans are ones that are insane, but cool. Emotional ties with a villan help but pure rational or a sense of humor or disgust help. Lets look at some of the best villans america has made: Comic villans: Ra's Al Ghul (batman, Justice League villan): The 600 year old immortal eco terrorist is so damn cool. He thinks the world is polluted by man and the only way to save it is to "restart" and kill everyone but a select few. His sense of honor and style are cool and his daughter is super hot and loves Bruce Wayne. He is too cool for words! The Joker: Insane, funny, and sick rolled into one. You don't feel for him or hate him you just love the guy until he does something like kill robin, paralyze Batgirl, Kill Gordon's wife etc. Not to mention doing it all with a sick smile.

OC: Hell, if he wants to fight I'm game. I can't say either of us would walk away happy... but I'll fight him. IC: Taro's iron grip held the assassin's hand still clutching the kamatari he carried. "Why are you here?" was all that escaped his lips as he squeezed harder. The sound of bone cracking and a muffled scream could be heard. "You are too cowardly to bite your own tounge, and you have no weapons to kill yourself. Now you will tell me what I want to know or else..." the whistle of steel cutting through the air alerted the one-eyed giant of an attack from behind. FOrcing the hand of his captor forwards he blocked the blade of the other ninja, but the force of the blow sent shockwaves of pain down the downed assassin's crushed hand. Taro dropped the killer and drew his no-datchi, swinging with a speed and grace seen only with a katana. His opponent jumped backwards to attempt and dodge the oncoming blade, the quick thinking of the mercenary however got the better of the assassin as his hand let go of the hilt and forced itself into an open hand punch he learned from Gen... only it had more power than his friend could ever put into such a move. The assassin's eye widened as his solar plexus was smashed with the force of a kicking bull. He couldn't feel his legs as shock set into his body, vomiting as soon as he hit the ground he looked up at his opponent and desperatly searched for his own blade only to find his disorientation was too great and he could barely make out simple shapes. Taro grabbed him by the front of his gi and threw him against the wall, his dark eye seemed to look right through the ninja. "Who is your boss?" No answer came from the ninja, which forced Taro to to send a headbutt to his chest cracking some ribs. A weak groan echoed from the disoriented and groggy assassin. He obviously wasn't ready for war, he was a fool like all assassins when caught. "Tell me. I won't ask you again." was the only thing the giant mercenary spoke before a shuriken shot into the ninja's skull. Taro turned and smirked at the three obviously inexperianced assassins. "I may not be one of you." Taro smiled as he slowly walked toward the ninja's. "But I do know if you wish to be a good assassin, the best thing to do is not be SEEN!" Taro rushed into action his giant blade in tow as he forced the ninja to seperate rather than work in a group as they all jumped out of the way of the charging bull. His eye gleamed with pleasure as he fought them. The cutting of air and the clashing of japanese steel was heard as a battle came on. Shooting a kick from his left Taro sent the assassin with the kama's flying backwards into a wooden support shaft of the castle. A crack was heard but was unknown to be the wood or the assaliants skull as he fell to the ground and blood came pouring from his ears and mouth. A shout of vengence came behind him, Taro reeled and shot out his free hand, grabing the assassin by the skull and heaving him off the ground only to slam him down at powerful speed. The echo of the loud slam shot through the floor as a giant indentation was left on the hardwood floor of the castle. The ninja couldn't feel anything past his chest as he screamed for mercy... only to recieve none as Taro ran toward the last. Perhaps the smartest of the group the assassin took out a smoke grenade and hurled it to the ground before escaping. Leaving a cursing Taro running after him... and listening to the sounds of battle outside, and a shout from Ayame and Gen..

I go to the movies at least once or twice a month. Simply because my dad and I used to go all the time, and it just grew on me. The magic of watching Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade as Indy tried to get through the trials. Or when The Ghostbusters defeated Vigo in Ghostbusters II. It was just amazing. I spend a lot of money on movies and have seen more than is probably healthy. I'm a film nut, everytime I take a girl out (unless it's an important thing like an anniversery or something like that.) I take her to the movies and then either make her dinner or buy her something.

Blade of the Immortal is simply amazing if you're looking for some cool Samurai/action manga. Manji is an immortal samurai after given kessen chu (sacred blood worms) that heal any wound he bears. So now he and his friend Rin (who hired him after her parents were killed. The battles are amazing and the artstyle is so diffrent from most manga on the market. Go check it out now!