Ezekiel

[SIZE=1]More! This thread has really made me appreciate my mother's skill as a gardener. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/P6180193.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/P6180192.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/P6180189.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/P6180194.jpg[/IMG] ^Can you see the bee? I sat there for ages trying to get one and the bloody thing doesn't even look like a bee. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/P6180190.jpg[/IMG] ^I literally stood inside the tree to get this >.

[SIZE=1]My boyfriend's online, I live in the UK and he's in America. I know what it's like to have these very strong feelings for people who could be lying to you so I can see in a way what she's going through. Now don't pounce on me, I've spoken to ULX on the phone for hours on end and he's got a webcam so I know he isn't some old man. ^_^; Now what worries me about your friend is the fact that he's told her he's 29 and she still wants to meet him. From you saying "when she's 18" I get the impression she's only in her mid teens. That really, really worries me and I can see why you are worried, too. Is she really point blank refusing to accept any of your advice? If that's the case I suggest you go to her parents, if you haven?t done already, because something serious could happen if her feelings get stronger for this man and if you aren't around to stop her from doing anything someone else needs to be. Am I the only one who thinks it's terribly sad that kids can't have a pen pal anymore for fear of being kidnapped? I wonder what went wrong.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]OOC I forsee a lot of Morag bashing in this RP. [/B] Morag clutched his side and nodded his thanks to Luca as his wound closed, the blood starting to dry into the cloth of his shirt. He cursed under his breath, walking over to stand by Imelda and Luca. [B]"Tell me what I need to do."[/B] [B]"Right, everyone,"[/B] Katchya began [B]"If these Moltenders are intent enough on getting rid of us then they should follow if we move back, correct?" [/B] she was already walking backwards towards the bumps in the road, eyeing the frozen beasts carefully as their eyes began to flutter. Everyone else nodded and jogged behind the traps, Morag and Luca stood slightly in front, just to encourage the creatures more. As they began to unfreeze, the Moltenders made the most terrible wheezing sound that sounded like a strangled scream. Morag scrunched up his nose in disgust, trying to resist the urge he had to block his ears. Luca looked over his shoulder and Katchya gave him a thumbs up as the creatures advanced towards them. Morag and Luca got ready to jump out of the way as the three Moltenders bore down on them, their claws slashing wildly at thin air. [B]"On three?"[/B] Morag asked. [B]"Three!"[/B] Luca was not prepared to wait around and leapt out of the way as two of the Moltenders attacked him at once. Morag followed suit and rolled away as the creature attacking him stumbled forward on it?s own momentum. All three beasts fell near the traps and set them off, a huge explosion of leaves and dirt covering everyone around. The creatures shrieked and scrambled away, burrowing into the dirt as quickly as possible to escape. Katchya grinned and gave a proud smile to the rest of the group despite the pieces of leaves hanging from her hair. Morag picked himself up and brushed dirt from shirt, an annoyed look on his usually quite attractive face. [B]"I have been spat on by a mole, and let me tell you, it smells."[/B] Sarissa couldn't help but laugh and was rewarded by a cold glare from the redhead, [B]"I have been slashed in the side by a large, possibly rabid, beast and now my shirt is ruined. To top it all off, I have been covered in dirt, leaves and Roak knows [I]what else[/I] you put in those traps, Katchya, because let me tell you it isn't pleasant!"[/B] everyone had a small expression of laughter on their face by now which only succeeded in making Morag whine even more. [B]"It is quite obviously not my day and therefore I bid you all good evening."[/B] He stalked off back towards the caravan and took his shirt off, tying the piece of cloth to the back of the chassis before getting out a fresh shirt and pulling it on. Morag Dunstibar was certainly not a happy man.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][I]The emotion of Envy is like a rose Where a rose blooms and grows In the light and warmth that is Other?s happiness, Envy is the same. Where a rose has sharp thorns Hidden by it?s happy and beautiful exterior Envy is hidden just as well Behind a similar mask. As a rose dies and re-grows With the changing seasons Envy dies and returns with each Ill-passed compliment and separation Yes, Envy like a rose, is beautiful But it is something that all must avoid If they do not wish for themselves To get hurt.[/I] Random.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I am so very glad you like him, my dear. ^.^ I know what you mean about the smudged/wet look, I was using the airbrush tool and I didn't have the brush small enough and, well, after working on it for two hours non-stop I wasn't in the mood for changing the minor mistakes. Heh heh, naughty (lazy) Jamie.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I've finally used my Paint Shop Pro9 program for the purpose it was first intended. ^_^; As you can tell from the title, that purpose would be CGing. Everyone must know that this is my first ever attempt at CGing something in my life and I already know of the mistakes I made along the way and the obvious things that need to be fixed with this pic. It was an old scan, the only one I had on my comp, and sicne I don't have a tablet yet I wasn't in the mood for outlining the image. So that's why there are a lot of little pixelly bits around the outline. Horrid, I know >.< I tried my best to clean them up but it gave me a headache. Next time will be better. =D With that said[I] please[/I] c&c on this image and, if you have any of the PSP programs, maybe some tips if you have any? Thankies much. [B]Imric Kagushi-Enemy of the Plushie[/B] [IMG]http://img31.echo.cx/img31/907/imric0001cgfirst2fz.png[/IMG] (Attached original lines)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Beth looked out of the window of her taxi, the driver talking to her in English, though his accent with thick and heavy. Beth wanted so badly for him to be quiet, she couldn't stand the German accent even if the people were quite wonderful. She had always loved the softer accents, people who weren't loud...German's seemed to be quite the opposite. Still, she would have to get used to it, in a week's time she would be looking for a house to rent because so far she had no idea how long she would be here for. Luckily she knew a few men who were equally, if not more, interested in demons and this Faustus fellow so she had been sponsored by them on the condition that she sent them monthly updates on her progress. Basically this was a free holiday with all the latest computing and research equipment at her fingertips if she felt necessary...but still, Beth wanted to be anywhere but Germany at the moment, she just didn't know why. The driver tapped her shoulder and Beth turned, giving that neutral smile as she did so. [B]"And how much will that be?"[/B] [B]"Twelve Euros, please Miss."[/B] Again, the heavy, but kind accent grated over Beth's eardrums and her smile faltered slightly as she handed the money over, nodding to the driver and getting out before he could say anymore. She looked up at the sky, the clouds swirling dangerously around the sun and shuddered, something was certainly not right. Entering the five-star hotel she had been put up in, Beth walked to the desk and said her name, greeted immediately by a broad smile and a laugh. [B]"Miss Nesbitt, your colleagues informed me that you would be meeting with our Dr Faustus, correct?" [/B] Thankfully this man's accent wasn't as strong as the last, but he was much more...excitable, it seemed. Beth took a step back in shock, the man's booming voice and brilliantly white smile had startled her but she managed to regain her composure. [B]"Ah, yes...that's correct."[/B] she said, her voice seeming to be more quiet than usual. [B]"I wonder why they sent such a timid woman to a place like this, oh well, it is no matter. We will arrange a meeting with Dr Faustus, this is okay?"[/B] Beth simply nodded and smiled nervously. [B]"My keys, please, I've had a long day."[/B] [B]OOC I hope it isn't too soon for Beth to meet with Faustus, if not, she just wants to question him about the case when he was a child and about demons etc. She doesn't have to stay with him for long.[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I've seriously taken these ten minutes ago. I got home and saw how the sky looked, ran inside and grabbed my camera. Can you tell I'm a huge fan of cloud shots? Funny thing is, because I was aiming where the sun was I couldn't actually see XD I was shooting blind, so to speak. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/c11ed4bc.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/5e49a891.jpg[/IMG] This one's my favourite of the cloud shots. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/7e5ba8e6.jpg[/IMG] Mum has recently re-done the garden, so I could have taken a lot more and I probably will when the weather's calmed down. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/eedacc6d.jpg[/IMG] The lone flower... [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/99aa494f.jpg[/IMG] Enlarged at Mr. Retribution's request. ^_~[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Sweetness was crouched in her garden with those tall, beautiful orange and pink flowers towering above her head. She hummed softly as she shifted soil and plucked out weeds, throwing them into the wheelbarrow behind her. Knocking some of the dirt form her hands the young girl stood up and looked over her garden, smiling proudly as she did so. It was still early, the dew was still sparkling brightly on petals and leaves and it was beautiful. Just how Sweetness liked her flowers. She wheeled her barrow over to the next patch of plants, these were green bushes with purple and blue flowers scattered over them. The smell was amazing, Sweetness thought as she leaned in close, noticing a butterfly take flight from one of the branches. She was happy that the Blue Meanies hadn't taken this nursery from her, though they had threatened to shut her down if she didn't stop trying to make them wear flowers behind their ears. That made her sad.... and angry. Yes, Sweetness knew that something had to be done. These days no one ever came to visit her nursery and buy flowers, they were all scared of the Blue Meanies and didn't want to take the chance of looking just a tad too happy. Sweetness sighed and tucked some white hair behind her ears, floofing out her pants when she'd done so. In the distance she heard the squeak of what could only be Floof, Meg's slightly deranged pet with the odd accent. Again, Sweetness sighed, readying herself for the tackle hug Meg's arrival would surely condemn her to. [B]OOC Sorry I took so long, been sick, ergo brain hasn't been working well enough to write.[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Dr. Bethany Nesbitt [B]Age:[/B] 26 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Nationality:[/B] English [B]Appearance:[/B] Beth is a woman who stands tall and proud, her height reaching 5'10'' with well proportioned features and weight. She always has a small smile on her face, even if it isn't always reflected in her chocolaty eyes. She has long, thick eyelashes that make her eyes stand out on her pale face. She is a very understated woman, her hair never styled, only brushed, she also never wears make up or expensive clothes. Usually seen in a blouse and a long skirt, Beth tries hard to just blend in with everyone else despite her rather extreme line of work. [URL=http://www.naimoka.com/image.php3?image=arts2/abe/Niea7/Arts/6.jpg]Here[/URL] is a picture to give you a better description of her. [B]Weapons:[/B] Despite Beth's very quaint and gentle demeanour, she has trained in martial arts and archery since she was six years old. She can also handle a gun with expert skill, her father being a brilliant marksman in his time. Beth was always taught to protect herself against all the bad things that could happen in this world, hence the reason why her parents insisted she start learning karate and judo at such a young age. Now a black belt in both styles, as well as the two-years running women's archery champion in Europe, Beth is more than capable of defending herself against most manner of beings. Beth is sceptical when it comes to the dark arts, demons and God, though she has never disbelieved in such things. She is one of those people who have to see things to believe it, which is one of the reasons why she has travelled to Germany. Her only weapon against demons would be her extensive knowledge of them as well as her sharp mind. [B]Skills: [/B] Beth's main skill would be her expert shot. She can hit a target from 200 ft away with both a gun and an arrow. She has also been gifted with an incredibly sharp mind, bordering on a sixth sense of some sort. While she does not claim to be able to see into the future, she can certainly make exact judgments on a person and on a situation. She always knows how to handle any situation, though she puts this down to logic over anything else. [B]Personality:[/B] Beth, like her appearance, is very understated in her mannerisms. She is a quiet person who, though she seems to speak in a whisper, is always heard because of her clear and precise voice. She has what some may call a "proper" English accent and makes sure to pronounce all her words precisely so that people know what she's talking about. She is always smiling, even if it isn't always a happy one and nine times out of ten she will be in a thoughtful, serious mood, though not necessarily angry. She takes great pride in her work and is not one to slack off if something needs to be done. Generally a wonderful person to be around, if a little shy, Beth has a large group of adoring friends and is on good terms with all of her family. Most of them wonder why she does what she does for a living. [B]Character Snippet:[/B] The snap of plastic gloves on slender hands echoed around the large and mostly empty morgue. Dr Bethany Nesbitt, the pathologist for London's largest medical and forensics institute held her scalpel steadily as she began the Y incision on her latest subject. The two detectives on either side of her wrinkled their noses as the doctor then asked for sheers, cutting open the ribcage with such an impassion it was almost inhuman. She began looking at the victim?s organs, pointing out certain things to the detectives as her assistant made notes. This was her life, the dead seemed to keep her company more than the living these days and it was something she would not be able to forget so easily. She smiled sadly as the metal table was hosed down and the detectives left her with a bow of their heads, one of them looking much paler than he usually did. Beth pulled the gloves off her hands and washed the remnants of talc from her palms, sighing deeply to herself. [B]"You okay, Beth? You seem a little down today."[/B] Murray, her assistant and possibly her closest friend spoke up, his usually happy voice marred by worry. Beth shook her head and looked up at him, [B]"I leave tomorrow, to Germany. I don't know if I've made the right decision..."[/B] Murray sighed, his worry now gone as he walked over to Beth and rested his hands on her narrow shoulders, [B]"You've got your suspicions and damn, I think you really need to see that doctor...something isn't right there and you know it. And we all know you're hardly ever wrong..."[/B] he stopped himself quickly as Beth stiffened, the mention of what some of her friends called a 'gift' always had that effect on her. [B]"Sorry..." "Don't be."[/B] she left, grabbed her things and drove home; the last time she may ever spend the night in her own house. *** The plane's engines roared as it hit the runway. Beth looked out the window across the tarmac; the "Guide to Germany" in her lap slid over her skirt and fell to the floor with a thud. She rested her head back and ran a hand through messy brown hair before reaching for her things and throwing on a suede jacket, leaving the plane along with everyone else. She was due to meet with Dr Wolfgang Faustus, a young man known throughout Europe for his genius and skill. She had other ideas about this man, especially after finding that old newspaper article about what had happened to his family. For the last five years, Beth had been studying demonology on the side and there was something about this man that she just couldn't put her finger on. Whatever it was, she didn't like it. [B]Wow, talk about last minute sign up >.< I hope this is okay, babe, just say the word and I'll change something[/B].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Well, my biggest dream at the moment is getting together with the love of my life. So haha! Delacroix pwns thread question... But if I weren?t me, I'd probably go for dreams. Steady things, they are.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Well I think you got me quite well, hon, though I'd hope so considering ^_~ You get a cookie *hands it over* Annie, you get one too! =D [B]Pumpkin![/B] [B]Username:[/B] The username Pumpkin seems to say quite a few things to me: ?You like to be unique, as not many people would name themselves after a vegetable. ?Pumpkin is also used as a pet name for some couples, I think this either shows that you've been called it in that sense OR you like a cute nickname--Pumpkin is certainly that. ?The most obvious choice is that you like Pumpkins, but I really think you're a lot deeper than that. ^_~ [B]Custom Title:[/B] "You look like a tasty appetizer." My first thought is O___o but then I actually think about it and what I can draw from that.... bizarre line is that you like your food, which ties in well with your username. I think it may also show that you find it easy to admire other people and have no trouble with complimenting them. Maybe I'm wrong. [B]Avatar/Banner:[/B] Both are very, very adorable, which makes me think that you yourself are a very cute person in both looks and in personality. You like happy things and seem to be a very happy person. You also used pink, which shows you are a girl =D and a very nice one at that. [B]Sig:[/B] You have many links to different sites or role-plays that you are participating in, one of which is by ULX, which he must start, you surely agree. *cough* You are proud of things that you do and those people you associate with. This again shows me that you like people and you're not afraid to speak out and say things. There we go, Pumpkin, hope that was okay? ^_^;; For those who commented on them-the lyrics in my sig are from "Welcome to my Life" by Simple Plan. Very good song.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]A [B]n00b[/B] is a new member (or old, in some cases if they haven't been banned) who uses language like this: Liek OMFG!!!! Inuyasha is teh rox0rzzzzz :catgirl: :catgirl: :catgirl: :catgirl: :catgirl: :animesmil :animesmil :animesmil :animesmil Inuyahsa is sexy!!! :animenose :animenose :animenose :animeblus See? A new member is just that, a new member who, while they may get a little lost as we all do in new environments, has readable posts, uses proper spelling and grammar to the best of their ability and doesn?t just spam up threads with talk of anime or other more pointless things. Didn't someone already go over this?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I heartily agree with Arcadia, Corey and Charles. I think most of the reason older members here think the boards are being "n00bed" is because it?s the really bad ones that stick in your mind, even if there are only a few of them. I go to the Adventure Arena everyday and there aren't [I]nearly[/I] as many bad posts as there used to be. Sure, a couple of threads have been closed but the only reason for that so far seems to be the lack of a thread rating and the writing itself isn't all that bad. I'm sure Arcadia and Ozy will back me up on that? Anyway, I think the n00bs have gone down to almost nothing and I'm certainly noticing an increase in good quality, friendly new members around the place.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I've taken Unborn Lord Xion on as my Padawan and he's going to include it in his biography. (Incase you didn't read it in my sign up) I really don't want to have to re-write mine ^_^; Hope this okay, Gavin.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Morag Dunstibar [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Age:[/B] 26 [B]Skill:[/B] Morag has always been a skilled talker and has been known to talk his way out of the hands of the law on more than one occasion. It his persuasiveness and his ability to distract people that is his key, his distraction gives the group more time to escape or enter a building. [B]Entertainment:[/B] Morag has a beautiful silky voice and is the singer of the group, he entertains people by singing requested songs or just standing there waiting for people to tip him. He's learning how to play the mandolin. [B]Appearance:[/B] Morag has flaming red hair that he keeps at shoulder length, usually tied back by a black ribbon. His eyes are emerald green and he has thick eyelashes, making him quite the attractive young man. He has a kind face and a brilliant smile with thin, pale pink lips. It's not only his voice he uses to make people trust him. He is lean and stands at 5'8'' with slim but toned arms and legs. He usually wears brown trousers tucked into black suede boots with a black tunic over the top. He always wears a crucifix, which reminds him of his mother. [B]Personality:[/B] Morag is a very friendly and genuinely nice guy who tries his very best to appeal to everyone he meets. He enjoys making friends and is always quick with a joke to keep everyone smiling. He can be a little eccentric at times, which may annoy more straight-faced members of the group. He?s always ready to make fun of any situation, even a bad one. His only problem is his attraction to danger--he gets a cheap thrill from almost getting caught and on more than one occasion has almost landed the whole group in big trouble with the authorities. He?s one of those people that, no matter how hard you try, you just can't stay angry with him. [B]Any Other Info:[/B] Morag loves his mother, having never known any other family. He hasn't seen her in four years and is terrified that she'll find out about his thievery. He has convinced her that he is indeed a famous singer, adored by many. [B]Didn't I say I loved this idea? Hope this is okay.[/B][/SIZE]

[CENTER][SIZE=2][B]Chapter 2[/B][/SIZE][/CENTER] [SIZE=1]The law courts were set ablaze, billowing columns of black smoke rose into the evening sky, mixing with the already ominous storm clouds that gathered over-head. People screamed as they were pulled from the wreckage of the building, the fire brigade had arrived and while the rain was heavy, it was a difficult task to beat back the roaring flames. People who had seen what had happened just could not believe it?not one lighting bolt, but three had hit the building one after the after. The sky had gone black, the sun completely covered and that thunder was deafening as the law courts were decimated by what seemed to be an impossible act of nature. The back of the building was largely untouched, only one room had been hit by a bolt of lightning, the first one to strike to courts. This room was not on fire but judging by the panic inside it might as well have been. Jamie Nesbitt lay face up in front of the witness stand, her green eyes wide and staring?blank as they were. She had fallen unconscious as the bolt of lightning hit her dead on, she was not thrown and she did not even looked burnt, people were still trying to figure out what exactly had happened. The young lawyer?s arms were at her sides and her legs were tightly together, some religious fanatics may have said that she looked like Jesus on the cross. The witness on the stand was in shock, the judge was in hysterics and most of the jury had fled via the emergency exit. As the paramedics entered the room a silence dropped over the crowd and they parted to let the men through, helping all they could with lifting the lawyer onto a gurney. She was carried away and ushered out of a back exit seeing as the reporters would be swarming to the courts like vultures by now. The ambulance sirens roared and all those who had been injured were taken to the nearest hospital. That afternoon would not be forgotten and in an hour?s time the terrible news had spread across the whole country striking panic into every household. The next day dawned bright and sunny, the polar opposite of what yesterday afternoon had brought to London. Sunlight filtered through vertical blinds covering the double-glazed hospital window and cast lines of light across Jamie Nesbitt?s face. Her pulse was stable; everything seemed to be in working order with her brain, basically?she was a medical miracle. At least, that?s what the doctors believed at first. After they had managed to stabilise Jamie, the nurses had given her a sponge bath and they found a strange shaped burn on her chest a few inches below her collarbone. The burn was still hot and pink; the skin around pulled taught showing it was only a few hours old and very, very bad. The mark was in the shape of a crucifix, though the lawyer did not have one around her neck when her body was taken in. Once the doctors found this mark they sent out a search squad, which returned no more than twenty minutes later with a burnt-black crucifix, the chain snapped and frail. They then came to the conclusion that this woman was incredibly lucky and horribly unfortunate at the same time. While the lightning had struck her crucifix and therefore protected her actual body from being hit, they also had to assume that she would not have been struck if she weren?t wearing the crucifix. It all came down to literally being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Never the less, she was alive and perfectly healthy and would soon come around from her unconscious state ready to leave the next day. As the young woman lay in her bed, alone and at peace with the sun on her face, her brain activity suddenly shot up along with her pulse. She lurched forward, a sentence of what seemed to be an ancient language falling from her lips as her eyes shot wide open. The nurses rushed in and grabbed her arms, trying desperately to hold her still while she calmed herself down. Then, as quickly as it had begun, Jamie was still again and she slumped back to the bed unconscious, leaving the nurses shaking and scared.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]Eew, icky filler chapter. >.< Sorry, but it had to be done, this has set me up for a good and interesting chapter three so I apologize if it sucked and has left you all in the dark about what the hell is going on. Dis is not a God of the underworld, I have learnt something new (^_~), if you see where I put the ?//? it makes the word ?Disbeliever? split in two. You?ll see why in the next chapter. Eh heh. Thank you everyone for your comments, it?s really nice to know people like my stories. ^_^[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]This should be interesting....^_^;; [B]Username:[/B] I have no idea where you got Shinmaru from. At all. You'll have to elaborate on that one for me. All I can say is that it sounds badass and cool (and slightly cute) all at the same time. This may reflect your personality? I'm not sure... [B]Custom Title:[/B] You, like many other people who saw Episode III, found that part of the movie [I]hilarious[/I]. I certainly did, and therefore you having it as your CT makes you uberly awesome. It also shows you have a good sense of humour. (Like we didn't already know) [B]Avatar:[/B] Teh Darth Vader! *points* All I can say is that you have good taste in movie villains and are quite obviously a fan of Star Wars. Not much to take from a Darth Vadar picture, really >_> Unless you turned to the dark side in hopes of saving those you love.... which I wouldn't put past you, actually. [B]Banner:[/B] Again, this shows your great sense of humour. I just love these kinds of banners, it's very cute and funny and totally pwns my Photoshop skills ^_~ I think the quote you used on it shows that you have no problems with laughing at yourself, which is absolutely brilliant, in my opinion. Rock on. [B]Sig:[/B] You are either very close to Arcadia/have great respect for her/stalk her. I'm pushing for number one or two. The link in your sig tells me your a fan of that sci-fi show with Zone in it's name...was it Twilight Zone? I?ve totally forgotten...anyway, you know what I mean. It's also a shameless plug for your blog and the 'Too stupid for Photoshop-Just right for you.' makes me giggle a lot. Again with the great sense of humour. So, basically what I drew form the in-depth analysis was that your funny, my God, I have discovered something unknown. *rolls eyes* Oh, Annie, you?re username is Mad Hatter aka Belial from Angel Sanctuary if I am not mistake?as is the picture in your banner/avi. Heh, I love that guy. Is he a guy? I always thought so?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Man, you made me totally badass....I love this to the extreme. I adore the way you're writing is such a simple style and yet you get so much detail put into it. This really is a very masterful piece of story. I can't wait to read the next instalment. ^_^[/SIZE]

[CENTER][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Payja Sunstorm [B]Age:[/B] 24 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Race:[/B] Human [B]Homeworld:[/B] Tatooine [B]Affiliate Order:[/B] New Jedi Order [B]Rank:[/B] Jedi Knight [B]Class:[/B] Jedi Sentinel [B]Lightsaber:[/B] Payja uses a single Lightsaber having long ago abandoned any hope of mastering the skill with Dual Lightsabers. The blade itself is a bright yellow colour, giving the whole Lightsaber a very rustic look. The hilt is made of a bronze coloured metal and has a very rough appearance with scores across one side of the hilt for a much better grip. The hilt itself is very simple in design with the activator being the only protruding aspect of the Lightsaber. The hilt itself is short, just long enough for Payja to wrap both hands around it. The top of the hilt has a guard for her hands which spreads out in a star shape, Payja has been known to use this part of her hilt as a weapon without even activating the blade. Payja has made sure that her Lightsaber is as light as possible, she finds this easier to handle considering the style of fighting she uses. On the end of the hilt hangs a short chain with two beads on the end, one red and the other black. Payja has these as charms?they remind her of her master and how he is always with her in spirit while he cannot be there in person. [B]Lightsaber Style:[/B] Shien- Level Two [B]Force Powers:[/B] Knight Valour, Force Aura, Improved Force Jump, Improved Battle Meditation, Force Deflection, Force Whirlwind, Mind Trick [B]Appearance:[/B] Payja stands at 5?5?? in height, her build and features in proportion to each other. Her fighting style lends itself to a lean build and while Payja does not look like the strongest of fighters she can most definitely fight with the best of them. Her smallish build is very deceiving and many have been caught unawares by it. Her long slender legs and longs arms give Payja bursts of speed that are useful in battle, she is also able to jump easily. Her red hair is kept short and is usually spiky though this does not make her look less effeminate as it shows off her long face with it?s high cheek bones and slim eyes. Her eyes are a dark green colour, often getting darker when she is angry. Her lashes are long and thick, giving her a stare a very lasting effect on people. She has milky white skin and long fingers tipped with clipped nails. *Attachment* That scan is so terrible, I apologise. Her robes are a mixture of cream and brown, like Mace Windu's. She also has gold streaks along the front part of chest armor. Her boots are black suede and she wears a dark brown cloak like Obi Wan. [B]Biography:[/B] A sweltering hot day with the sand storms rising far off in the distance marked the birth of a little girl, second child of the house of Sunstorm. She didn?t cry when the nurse wrapped a soft brown towel around her, the few strands of dark red hair sprouting from her white and bloodstained head sticking to her forehead. Her mother was proud, no, ecstatic that her daughter had acted as such?. just as she had been told by the travelling Jedi Master. The woman, now in her forties, took the silent girl into her arms and cradled her softly to her chest, smiling warmly down at her newest daughter--the only daughter of the family. ?And you shall be Payja, my child, and you shall grow strong?? [B]----[/B] The Sunstorm family well were respected people on the planet of Tatooine. Payja?s father (Sarle Sunstorm), a merchant and ex-pilot, had made a tidy sum of money over his years and he had donated a large amount of it to various charities. Her mother, a beautiful women, designed clothes but also made a point of going into the poorer areas of their hometown to help out with whatever she could. They were a model family and when their first son was born it was obvious that he would grow to be a great man. As his son grew older, Sarle Sunstorm knew instinctively that there was something about him that was special?different than the boys he had befriended. Even though he did not know what this feeling was he was sure that it was something good and pure. These suspicions were confirmed when a Jedi Master was forced to stop in Tatooine, his ship battered almost beyond repair. The people directed the Jedi to Sarle and his wife, Nu?Yav, telling him that he would be well looked after while his ship was repaired. The process, they explained, could well take up to a week if the Jedi was willing to wait that long. When the man entered the house of Sunstorm he immediately sensed the force strongly radiating from the child?s room. The boy, at the time, was six years old and his mother was with child once again. As the Jedi master entered the room and introduced himself to the women he was once again hit by the power of the force, faint though it was. After a few days of staying with the Sunstorm family he realised that their children, both the unborn and young boy, would become great fighters if they so wished. He informed the parents of this and they asked if he would one day come and visit them, he promised he would and that promise he carried out fourteen years later on the day of Payja?s brother?s birthday. He took both children the following day, showing more interest in the eight-year-old girl who clutched protectively to her brother?s hand while he instead wept for his mother. The girl shed no tears. She did not frown. It was as if she was void of all emotion. The Master knew all too well that she would turn out to be a Jedi while her brother would not survive through such intense training. As Payja?s skill grew with her years she realised that being a Jedi is what she wanted, and being a Master eventually is what she needed. Her master was killed while she was still a Padawan and even then she did not show any sign of sadness or remorse. The other Jedi did not know whether to be shocked or awed by this. She then settled with her current master, a great man and a great fighter. He is the only one she opens up to and shows any emotion towards?he is like a father to her. Payja has made a name for herself among the other Jedi Knights. She is by no means the most powerful of them all; she repeatedly failed when training in using the Dual Lightsaber and was very close to injury herself in the process. She is able to wield the force the acute accuracy, but once again she does not have much power when using it. Her master believes this is because she has no emotion, not even the adrenaline that anger provides when in the heat of battle. Payja is seemingly content with whatever situation she finds herself in and will remain loyal to her master and her cause throughout. Lately she has grown to be a little more restless than previously, though she claims she is merely ready to fight for the people who need protecting and will finally prove herself to both her new and deceased master in the process. Payja keeps a diary and writes in it every night, while her master knows of this he is not quite sure of what she details in those pages, choosing instead not to pry in her private affairs. Payja continues to train harder than she has done when she was younger and is eager to move to a higher level. This sudden thirst for more power is proving to be worrying to a few Jedi masters; it is something they have decided to keep a watch on. [B]Personality:[/B] Payja is, as her fighting style suggests, an aggressive woman when she wants to be. While most of the time she chooses not to hint at whatever emotion she is feeling at the time she does open up to her master and shows her ?true self? around him. When with the people she trusts, Payja wears a small smile and can crack out a few good jokes gaining laughs from those she socialises with. When pushed too far Payja has been known to snap, some claim this is because she was taken away from her family too soon, other?s have opinions they choose to keep to themselves. Sometimes sarcastic though mostly a genuinely decent human being, Payja is a steady and eager learner even though she can handle herself in most situations. While by no means the most elegant of fighters, Payja is fiercely determined and will carry out a mission to the very end no matter what the consequences. She is very loyal to her master and to the rest of the Jedi. She is a firm believer in morals and humanity. [B]Other:[/B] The small chain (only about 4 inches in length) that Payja has attached to the end of her Lightsaber is a reminder to her and others of her late master. She looks to this for support and will rub the two beads on the end of the chain when she becomes stressed or nervous. While it will not show in her face, Payja?s fingers will twitch and she will fiddle with her robes or beads when she feels she is under threat. [B]----[/B] [B]You have no idea how much I?m looking forward to this. If you couldn?t pick it up from my sign-up, I did try to make it subtle, there is something I need to discuss with you, dearest Gavin. I really hope this is up to par; my brain has officially given up and died. Heh. Edit: I thought the sign up sheet was brilliant, I can't remember much about Star Wars and I haven't played either of the KOTOR games (though I am buying them, as you suggested) and I could still make perfect sense of everything. At least, I hope I did. Edit2: I've taken Unborn Lord Xion on as my Padawan, I hope this is okay, Gavin. He's going to include it in his bio so I don't have to re-write mine.[/B][/SIZE][/CENTER]

[SIZE=1][B]OOC: Stephy, hon, it isn't even[I] possible[/I] for Trevor and I to be nice without any hint of naughty involved...especially when one of us is off our head from too much wine. ^_~[/B] A sharp knock on the door is what roused Jamie from her drunken nap. She grunted into the pillow as the person, whoever it was, rapped on the door once again. She raised her head and noticed the now half-empty (or half-full, if you prefer) wine bottle balancing precariously on one of the bedside cabinets. She reached forward and took another swig after a second of consideration, then she pulled herself to her feet walking over to the door slowly albeit steadily (considering her half-drunk state). She pulled open the door and stood for a few seconds looking at the man before her before it finally hit her. She paused as a wide grin spread across her glossy lips before literally pouncing the young and by now extremely flustered young man in the doorway. [B]"You finally arrived!"[/B] she squealed, pulling Trevor into a tight hug as she did so. He chuckled weakly and wrapped his arms around her upper back, hugging her tightly to his chest as he nodded. [B]"Sorry you had to wait so long I--have you been drinking, Jamie?"[/B] he looked down and his blue eyes met with Jamie's green and slightly blood shot own. She smiled weakly and nodded,[B] "Liquid confidence and all that, eh heh. You would have done the same..."[/B] Trevor decided not to comment on that last part and instead nudged Jamie slightly into their room and closed the door behind them. He sighed before yelping as the shorter redhead flung her arms around him again and burst into tears, laughing and sobbing at the same time. He sighed and smiled warmly, yes, this is exactly how it was supposed to be. [B]OOC: See? I can behave myself.[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][U][B][CENTER]Dis//Believer[/CENTER][/B][/U][/SIZE][SIZE=2][B][CENTER]Chapter 1[/CENTER][/B][/SIZE] [SIZE=1]Black clouds swirled in London?s expanse of sky, a terrible thing to see on what was supposed to be a summer day. The streets were beginning to clear despite the fact that it was a Saturday afternoon. People didn?t like it when the weather changed liked this-it was never a sign of good things to come. Some people, unlucky enough to have those demanding jobs that required attention no matter what day began to make their way back to their offices as lunch came to a close and the first drops of abnormal rain began to fall. A young woman, only in her early twenties, dipped her head as she walked through what turned into a torrential downpour. She saw the law courts up ahead and began jogging for the door, her black suit-jacket and skirt sticking to her milky white skin. She shook her head and water flew from her red hair as a puddle began to pool around her feet. She shuddered and looked up to see many other wet and unhappy faces. It would most definitely be a very long day. As the afternoon dragged on the rain seemed to worsen and by five-o?clock a flood warning had been issued for those residents in low-lying areas. The redheaded woman sat in court, her key witness being cross-referenced by the defence as she waited patiently to ask those key questions that would no doubt win her this case. Another win would be brilliant, she thought, only a few months out of law school and she had managed to defeat one of the most prominent lawyers in what would go down in the books as one of the most phenomenal cases of all time. She cast her mind back to last month when the jury had announced their verdict. Mark Simmons, a Satanist and the murderer of at least ten children, was convicted as guilty to serve his life in solitary confinement without the consideration of bail. He had brutally tortured and finally murdered those children in an act of what he called ?an appreciation for my Dark Lord?. It was a sacrifice and a blood bath. All ten children had had their heart calved out of their chests while they were still alive and acutely aware of what was happening to them. All showed signs of bedsores, showing that they had been tied down for a long time without being able to move. They showed signs of malnutrition but high levels of alcohol and drugs in their blood. This man, this monster, had kept these children for three months at the least and had kept them tied to a bed, giving them barely any food while only letting them drink alcohol and forcing them drugs. He had raped the girls, the youngest of which was a mere five years old, and he had tortured all of the boys until many of them had passed out from blood loss, only to be revived once against by a badly carried out blood transfusion. Eventually Narcotics managed to track him down on the charges of drug use and dealing, only to find the bodies of seven boys and girls in the process of decay in Simmons? front lounge?the other bodies had been buried. The case was one that the young lawyer could not possibly lose, though she still couldn?t fathom why she had been put on such a case, one that had rocked the media and indeed most of the United Kingdom and even parts of America. Because of her ?sensational? win against one Murray Cook, she had become somewhat of an international celebrity, appearing on a couple of talk shows even in America. But now was the present and lately the young lawyer had been getting?chills, was the best way to describe it. She always felt like someone was watching her?knowing every move she made even though that was an impossibility. That kind of paranoia was something she?d experienced since she was fourteen, thought back then it was monsters under her bed rather than cold-blooded murderers that were with her all the time. Mark Simmons had frightened, no, terrified her. He seemed to be the epitome of evil and he was just a normal man. Yes, terrorist attacks still occurred, wars were being fought but this man was just a normal person. He could have been anyone and that was what had scared every parent in the country. [B]?Miss Nesbitt, are you going to come up here and speak to this witness or are you going to be dreaming all day?? [/B] All eyes were on the redhead and she felt a hot flush cross her cheeks as she stood, her skirt still sticking to her legs from the damp. [B]?Uh?my apologies, your Honour.? [/B] The judge rolled his eyes and swept his hand impatiently over the witness stand. Miss Nesbitt, known to her friends as Jamie, walked over to her witness and smiled politely before starting her question. As she opened her mouth a loud crash of thunder sounded outside. A few seconds later lightning lit up the windows with a crack?then, all went black[/SIZE]. [RIGHT][SIZE=1]And there we have it. In case anyone was wondering about the title you?ll?.heh, you?ll have to carry on reading to find out. It should become clear in the next chapter. I?m trying to keep the chapters at a reasonable length so people don?t get put off, but there?s so much more I wanted to put into this. ^_^;; This story will no doubt have more gory bits along the way but it?s also going to have a lot involving religion, God, specifically. If you?re put off by something like that then please don?t read on and flame me. I watched the show Revelations on Tuesday and I?m hooked?this story is loosely based around that. Comments and criticisms are much appreciated ^_^.[/SIZE][/RIGHT]

[SIZE=1]This sounds great, babe, I'm actually surprised you haven't done anything like it sooner. When I saw 'Faust' in the title I was all like, "Trevor done an RPG about his puppy!" ...so, yeah....tired... But seriously, you've written this very well and I don't have any criticism at all, I'd definitely be interested in joining this, especially if gory murder is involved. ^_~[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Well, I'm 15...pretty damn sure I'm in love. At least, I hope that's what this feeling is. Heh. The way I feel about my boyfriend is...well, complicated, I guess. While I would not kill myself if he broke up with me or we were forced apart, I would most definitely sacrifice myself for him if there were no other way out. Love is a strange thing and, as Sean said, we?re only teenagers and we go through some very serious hormonal changes during these years. I suggest you have a serious think about your feelings and if you guys are best friends then there should be no problem with discussing how you feel.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I had a Loveless banner and avatar of the lovely Soubi a while back, I believe. I may use it again. In fact, I think I will. I'm a massive fan of this and so far I have three of the episodes. What totally blew me away was the intro and the music, I just fell in love from the get go. The only thing that freaks me out is the shounen-ai thing between Ritsuka and Soubi...I'm a big fan of yaoi but it's the age that kinda freaks me out. I guess I'll get used to it as the anime progresses. I didn't know there was a manga, you have no idea how happy I am to find out that there is, I'll have to look out for it. One criticism I have of the story is thus: I feel it has moved along too fast. Maybe it's just me.[/SIZE]