Shiguru

When we get some finished characters OR one or two more. After than people can still sign up but we'll be playing.

That is one vote for Idea 2 and a new char... cool. And Callmegoddess. If you are a non-immortal you cannot participate in "The Game" which means no fighting. I'd previously suggested you make a young immortal born in like the 60s or something and barely put any info in the bio until the 90s or something. But it is your char. Excellent job on everyone's finished characters (even Callmegoddess's ;) ) by the way.

OOC: Where the hell was Taro during that fight?! You people clearly underestimate the power of a half intoxicated giant who has been fighting for over half his life... with one frekin eye! IC: Taro came into the room and watched Gen with anger in his eyes. "We were a team you dumb bastard! You should have called for me to back you up. Remember that land dispute in Ryukyu (Okinawa before 1870's) when I saved your life from that calvary men?" Gen opened his eyes and looked at his one-eyed friend wearily. "I'm sorry, you're right I should have called you in. I just rushed in headlong and was forced to have that Aism fellow back me up. But his speed with those two blades is well beyond what you would think. I'm not even sure your interesting and off-beat manuvers could beat the speed of his blades." "Perhaps, but it would have stopped him from almost severing your precious fists. Get some guards or something." "You are not my mother." Gen growled. "If I was you'd be a lot prettier. Then you'd get as many women as I do." Taro scowled. Gen got up and looked his friend in the eye "How can you make jokes right now! We are fighting for our lives." Taro smacked his comrade with enough force to send him to the other side of the room. "We have been friends for over 10 years, and you decide to complain about my habits now. You're insane! Losing to someone could not have hurt your pride that much. I beat you all the time, and you seem fine. Lord knows I am when you beat me, so whatever the hell is wrong with you deal with it. You're in command here, not me I am only your right hand man and best friend nothing more." Gen looked at his friend with an expression of shock as Taro walked out of the room fuming.

Saitoh Hajime using his belt and shirt as deadly weapons in Rurouni Kenshin (Saitoh vs. Kenshin is the best damn fight in the series!) And who can forget how everyone died in Ninja Scroll. It was so awesome how everyone bit the dust and became a corpse. My favorite was the beekeeper.

Taro, Gen and Ayami left the Shogun's room and decided to form a plan. "What would be the best course of action? A simple blockade of each wing won't work. They would simply see which wing is the weakest and use all of them to strike one central point and then Oda would be free game." Taro spoke low and in a whisper to the other two. "Hunting and patrols would not work either. They would simply kill them silently one by one." Ayami interjected with her eyes downward. "Will you stop that! It's damn annoying, if you're in this you look me in the eye when you speak. Try and drop the formal ****, this isn't a normal day, this is hardcore **** here." Taro laudly whispered. Gen smirked, Taro hated formalites. He was a simple man who liked to keep things simple. "Alright here is what we do." OC: It's all in ReFlux's hands for now... unless someone else wants to take over.

Kill Bill may be Tarentino's worst film in terms of dialouge and character depth (Pulp Fiction and Resivoir Dogs dominated those.) but it made up for it in awesome visuals and roll on the floor laughter. It was like a bad 70's kung fu movie all over again. From the blood packs to the constant screaming to the idiotic plot. I loved it. But DAMN YOU PEOPLE! It was supposed to be released in February. But they put it on the same weekend as The Punisher... Bad move, Very Bad Move.

Nice people. Can't wait to see some more immortals and your fishished peices. Hopefully if we get a few more people we can start this off right.

Taro walked out of the room with a dark expression on his face, he didn't like having to wait like this, which was why he wasn't a tactician. He was a true warrior, he had killed many ninja's and other assassin's in him time but if what was said about this Rokenjin fellow. 200 men was a lot to do by one's self, while Taro himself had more they were in the heat of battle and nothing more. Men like that were not to be taken lightly. Walking into his guest room he grabbed his wakizashi and strapped it to the sash around his breastplate. With a sigh he pulled out the wooden eye his father worked so hard to buy for him and sighed. "Tonight may be my last. I want you to know I respected what you did for mother and I, and nobody looks down upon you. Perhaps I can tell you in person if things go sour tonight." It was the same speech he gave before every battle, but he ment it everytime. A knock from Gen startled him as his blade was drawn and ready in the blink of an eye. When Taro saw who it was a smile etched on his face once again. "It was your speech to your father wasn't it?" Gen asked understanding, he'd seen Taro do it once when they fought in a small battle a few years back. "You know it. I'm ready for whatever comes, let's hope it's soon. I hate waiting... it's a real buzz killer." Taro smirked. Gen let a small smile appear as they walked from the room. "So, what is our defensive stratagy fearless leader? Are you just going to set up standard blockades? These guys are pro's like us and they know how to get past every trick in the book." Taro questioned as he picked up a sake bottle discarded from last night. Gen gave a questioning look "Is that even safe?" "I dunno, but it's really good. But stop ignoring my question." "I don't know what we're going to do just yet... But we're going to have to re-write the book somehow." Gen responded with a grim expression.

As they laughed and sat down to drink some more Gen couldn't help but laugh at the woman joining them. "He told you one of his 'eye' stories didn't he?" Gen asked with a smile. The woman nodded and told him the events that Taro described previously. Gen laughed at the end of the tale while Taro just smirked. "Are you done now?" Taro questioned looking at the shorter man. "I almost got some tonight before you ruined it." Gen laughed even harder at the last comment. "First off, you are hired to protect, not to bang everything that moves. Second, you are going to get the clap if you continue to do this as often as you do." Gen said said between fits of laughter. A creaking of boards caught Taro's alchohol enhanced hearing (yeah, he gains power from drinking!) as his face turned serious in an instant. Hearing another slight crack he grabbed his No-Datchi, burst through the paper door while running at full speed. The assassin turned and froze at the sight of the large man before him and drew his ninja-to. Taro smiled as he stepped forward and drew his 6' blade. The Assassin rushed forward sword blazing, Taro saw this and sidestepped the strike only to watch as the ninja's foot tapped the wall lightly and he performed a graceful backflip after kicking off of it. Reaching up with his free hand Taro grabbed the ninja and with his powerful alchohol induced strength he slammed him face first to the hardwood below. The crack of bone echoed through the hall as a puddle of blood came across the floorboards. A small dagger shuriken shot into the ninja's palm as he rolled over and threw it at the large warrior. The one-eyed Kenshi smacked it away before it made contact with his flesh. His large hand shot down like lightning and picked the assassin up before throwing him through the wall of the castle and into the room where Gen was sipping Sake and hitting on the woman Taro was going to sleep with. Jumping up off the floor and looking at the fallen assassin with surprise he looked at both the groaning and broken form and then at his large friend. "So, it was a real enemy this time?" Gen said with cold features "We'll I'd wink at ya, but you know... the eye." Taro smirked, "Why don't you see what you can get out of him. There have to be more in the castle."

Worst game I recently played: Enter the Matrix takes it. Other than some cool footage and some interesting characters the game really blew. Ever: Remember Superman for the N64?

"So how did you lose you're eye?" One of the Geisha asked Taro. "It's quite a story. My group and I were trying to hunt some boar when all of a sudden a monster comes from the bushes brandishing a giant knife. I fought him off and killed him with my bare hands. But the problem was he was fast and cut my eye right out." Taro said with a heart laugh. His ears picked up something entering the room. As the door opened Taro grabbed his No-Datchi and was about to stike until he saw it was only Gen comming in with a bottle of Sake. "Well who do we have here? A man too afraid to use weapons?" the large man said with a smile.

[SIZE=2] Well, after a failed attempt on another RPG site I figured I might as well bring this game here. Most of the cultured people here know what Highlander is and the basics, but to be an equal opprotunity game here is a rundown (I suggest you still rent the movie and maybe watch some of the series though it would really help) Everbody loves Immortals, everbody likes some good killing, everybody loves history. Combine them and get highlander. I propose we do a highlander rpg. What is Highlander you ask? Highlander was an excellent movie staring Christopher Lambert (Raiden from Mortal Kombat) and Sean Connery (James frekin Bond.) about a group of Immortals who live throughout thier daily lives... but they sometimes have sword fights and kill eachother which can only be done by decapitation. Once the opponents head has been severed you gain thier life force/power/essence known as the Quickening. The quickening is an electrical kind of force that overloads electronic equipment and causes things to explode and such, it's really cool to watch. In the movie Connor MacLeod (Christopher Lambert) is a 400 year old scottish highlander who lives in new york. However when only a handful (about 30 I think) of immortals exists then the Gathering takes place. They are instinctivly drawn to a certain place (New York) to kill eachother until only one remains who gains the prize: Limitless knowledge and the ability to be one with anything. There was also an okay TV show starring Duncan MacLeod (Adrian Paul) who was just a Conner MacLeod ripoff. It delt with a larger cast of immortals and had some really cool episodes and some really dumb ones. But it did make Highlander a cult series that is still popular. Then there were the OTHER movies which just blew hard. Only the first one is good. So what are these immortals and how do they work? It's simple really they have existed since the beggining of time and lived among mortals. Some have been recorded in Sumeria. They fight in "The Game" which is nothing more than a really cool process of elimination that logically never end. Immortals simply kill eachother (by beheading with a bladed weapon) and take eachother's quickening.. thus, growing stronger. This goes on until The Gathering... when only a few dozen or hundred remain and they slowly feel a pull to one general area. Then they kill eachother until they get The Prize. A gift of limitless knowledge and power. There are rules to "The Game" however: - You are safe only on holy ground for any religon (Temples, churches, cemetaries etc.) no immortal can attack you there.. but every place else is fair game. - One on one duels only. No 2 on 1 or anything of the sort, and no other immortal can directly interfere with a duel once it has begun. -Bladed hand weapons only, No guns. Swords (the easiest to conceal and perferred weapon for most cases), Axes, Bladed Staffs (Duncan once used a spear.) etc. Here are some facts about Immortals you should know they include: - Are sterile and cannot bear children - Must "die" of either natural causes or unnatural causes (other than beheading) to truly become an immortal. Known as "first death" - Can sense other immortals quickening through a buzzing in thier skulls. It tells you that there is one nearby not thier exact location. One can also will the buzzing to stop. - Carry a sword to fight for the prize. Immortals are usually armed at all times. - With age comes power. Age gives power, but not as much as killing other immortals does. - anyone can be immortal, men women of any race. - injuries heal very quickly, within a few minuets gunshot wounds become good as new or being run through becomes a distant memory - lost limbs grow back but take time. -have a long memory (since they last centuries it's a must.) Dying: There is a bit of a debate on immortal "death". In the first and third movie Conner was uneffected when shot or stuck under water. But in the tv series, you seemed to "die" for a few minuets before suddenly awakening. Powers: Since the quickening is "life force" seen in all objects (which is why all objects react violently when an immortal is killed) it gives immortals certain powers. Nothing really magical though. -gives them short bursts of strength -gives them short bursts of speed -can project stronger quickening to a weaker quickening as a distraction (The Kurgen did this to Conner before his "first death") -can heal oneself extremley quickly Now as for the game. How the game would work: there are several ways that it could work 1) Everyone is modernday but are still immortals shortly before The Gathering and they arrive and kill eachother at random... with one big and all powerful immortal wandering (like the Kurgen) about. And we vote on who gets killed. 2) Still modern but there is a god like evil immortal out there with a bunch of other powerful ones under him and helping him out. Everyone does thier own thing, but in the end are all vulernable to him and band together to help kill him and his minions all would be Player chars. But it would still come down to one person for the prize (this is one of those RPGs that should have a frekin end.) You people decide, I don't care either way. I like both ideas. BUT there are some rules to follow: - Characters cannot be more than 700 years of age (then they would be too powerful since power comes with age as well as quickening.) - Interaction is a must. I'm sure several characters have met in the past or will meet in modern times. - Flashbacks are cool and helpful for past events that don't happen in modern times. Replying to a flashback must be specified. Just write [I]flashback: (exact or general) date/place IE: flashback: 1793, Rome[/I] or for a reply just write the same heading and post. When a flashback ends just write [I]end flashback [/I] afterwards -Be descriptive and at least TRY to be historically accurate. A lot of things can slide but don't say something like the American Civil War happened in the 1890s. That's it to my knowledge PM me if you have any other questions about the game itself. As for chars just a simple sheet with a few extras works. Immortals are from around the world, try and make a cool and original character. Not all just Samurai and other Japanese warriors. You have people from places like Africa, the Middle East, Europe, the America's to choose. Name: (Original) Sex: Age/DOB: (It's okay if you don't know exactly. Just estimate.) Eye: (color. Optional) Hair: (color and/or style if you want. Optional) Height: Weight: Weapon: (Swords are perferred, but as stated above be diversive. Immortals can use more than one sword. But please specify which one he uses most often. Immortals can also use two blades at once.) Ethnicity/country of origin: Alias: (Only fools use the same name for centuries. What does the public know them as?) Occupation: (Immortals need to pay the bills to.) Current residence: Physical Description: Personality: Fighting Style: Bio: It's a little confusing, but I still hope people sign up. My char: ---- Name: Gavin Valgaeth Sex: Male Age/DOB: 1694, 310 Eye: Sky Blue Hair: Platnium Blonde. Short. Height: 6'4 Weight: 220 lbs. Weapon: Viking Broadsword (common), Spanish Cutlass. Ethnicity: Scandinavian Alias: Eric Longson Occupation: High School history teacher Residence: Toronto, Canada (I know next to nothing about Canadian laws. So correct me if I screw up a few things.) Physical Description: Tall, muscular without tone. His nearly white hair and fiar skin are unusual, as is his deep and booming voice. Like that of a Viking warrior. He mostly wears workshirts and jeans with his leather jacket big enough for him to conceal his blade. Personality: A guy with a smart tounge and a kind heart Gavin is the kind of guy who does what he thinks is right. He also loves to joke with people and take in a good fight. His love of alchohol stems from early in his 310 years of life and his love for sports comes from his experiance as a dock worker in the 30's. Fighting Stlye: Traveling throghout Europe he learned many sword styles. Combining them into his own unusual and off-beat hybrid he uses. He is an offensive juggernaught when it comes to combat, going it like a torrent and wearing his opponent down with his strength. His hand to hand combat revolves around Western Boxing, Military hand-to-hand and some wrestling he learned in Russia. Bio: Gavin was born a Viking Warrior. When he grew up learning the ways of the sea and the skills of war he was eager to join them on quests for resources and such. After getting his chance he proved himself an excellent warrior.. until he fell off of his horse after a raid and crashed into a river. After being bashed against the rocks for hours he awoke on a beach and was taught who he was by German mapmaker named Hans.. another immortal. After his "first death" Gavin wandered around Europe for a while. Learning how to read,write, and arithmitic as new sword styles. As he traveled he took some heads, becoming stronger in the process. He traveled to Britian and decided to join the Navy for a few years... until he got tired and became a pirate instead. After being hung for treason, Gavin wandered to Germany and fought in the Napolionic Wars. And then sailed to New York to fight in the American Civil War. After the burning of the south and the treaty at Appomattox he went to explore Asia and the middle east for a few years before returning to America in the 1920's. Staying low for a while Gavin kept his cool as a dock worker in San Fransisco, but when WWII hit he jumped on the enlistment roster before anyone else in town. He foght in the Pacific for all of the war as part of the Marine Corps. After the war he settled in California until 1970 when he moved to Canada and kept low, going for the occasional head hunting trip. Which is how he lives now. --- HOLY CRAP! What a long *** post! :eek: Well, uh, happy reading? :o [/SIZE]

Because my character is too cool to be anything other than a leader. He sells children and kills anybody he wants. He's too evil to be anything other than a leader. But your character rocks to!

I'll sign up if that's okay with you. As a true warrior not a stalker of shadows! Name: Taro Shinjuku Age: 37 Sex: Male apperance: Wears an eyepatch, and always wears traditional samurai battle armor. He has a scar where his eye was taken out accidently by a fishhook when he was a kid.. but he says it was because of a bar fight. Has a darker complexion and a huge build with all muscle and no tone. His full head of hair is starting to gray on the sides and he wears a tatoo of a naked woman on his left bicep height: 6'5" weight: 240 lbs. Organization: Fighter Origin: Japan Fighting techniques: Self taught defensive warrior. Skilled in beating the crap out of things with his bare hands. He uses a lot of Judo based grapples and combines them with some joint locking he learned from his father. He is extremely quick for his size and has enough power to knock out a mule in one swing. Weapons: (I've noticed too many katana's) No-datchi His own bare hands Wakizashi Personality: A happy go lucky guy who happens to be a storyteller. His sense of humor is only matched by his raw power. He can talk trash and make smart-*** comments like the best of them. But when he is stuck in the heat of battle people don't want to fight him since he goes for a wound rather than an instant kill. Jokes are one of his favorite pastimes, as well as prostitutes and drinking. He's an every man who loves his Saki and loose women. Who wouldn't want to hang with this guy? Bio: Son to a fisherman who also did some theatre to help pay for his sickly mother's medical bills. Taro worked his *** off every day with his father, thus he also had a really healthy diet of meat... and a lot of it which helped him become much stronger than anyone else in his village. After a few years his mother died.. leaving father and son devastated at the loss. Taro started to train with his father in how to fight while teaching himself some techniques as well. Eventually he joined the theatre as well and bought a No-datchi which he trained with for years, his skills grew as he saw duels between masters of a katana and he emulated them perfectly and easily on his horse cutting blade. When his father died Taro lost his innocence and joined as a mercenary. Quickly killing and going berserk in battle he became a man to be feared in combat. One day after leaving a whore house (I'm not sure if he has any diseases by this point so don't ask.) he was hired by the lord for protection. There, that should work.

Kick ***! I know I'm an evil bastard. I just can't help it.

Shiguru has come! Well, maybe only one or two of you know me... and only one knows how I work. But... aw hell never mind. :rolleyes: Name: Toma Higaku (I used it before, but I'm lazy) Age: 45 Height: 5'9" Weight: 168 lbs. Rank: Yakuza boss... (Can I be the big boss badguy?) Description: Wears a business suit at all times unless he is training. Gray hairs all over his head, and some slight wrinkles. His eyes, however speak of power and experiance. Scars on his torso prove of many battles to get to where he is today. Persona: Hard Working, a total bastard who is excellent at diplomacy and speaking in general. But those who piss him off are usually ordered to be killed, either by top Yakuza assassin's, his own guard or himself (But you have to REALLY make him mad or insult him to make him kill you himself) Martial Art: some Shotokan Karate, some Akido, Kenjimetu-Ryuu, and other basic weapons training. Weapon: Any japanese weapon... but perfer's a Katana or claws. FIghting style: Higaku has a devastating defense as he uses counters more than anything, and hard single strikes to key areas. Nobody has beat him in a sword duel and few have beat him in hand to hand combat. He is feared by all because of his hardcore defensive skills. Bio: Born in the Yakuza familty as a bastard child his father had with a waitress (During a Bond film no less.) Higaku was taken under his father's wing at a young age and taught to fight. Learning Shotokan Karate from one of the higher ups in the circut he quickly learned what kind of power defense has over offense. Learning basic Akido only strengthened it. Going onward he learned all major Japanese weapons and started to train hard and constantly. As he started out as a grunt and worked his way up the circut shooting politicians and killing drug dealers and prostitutes to get information he started to become feared and then tried to take power. The particular Yakuza circle he was in forced the challanger to kill the person with a duel... and Toma always won every duel he fought in... for a price. He has lost a kidney, has a peirced lung, and episodes of shoddy vision in his left eye. After the village was abandoned by the triads Higaku took it as prime realestate for smuggling and slave trading.. something the other triads didn't even consider. And now he waits.