Dragon Warrior

[b]Name:[/b] "Shifty Powers" (real name, Gaylord Arnold) [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] ??? [b]Description:[/b] [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=19693&stc=1[/img] A special image made just for you, Shinny :< [b]Biography:[/b] Gaylord was normal, believe it or not. It wasn't only two years ago that his ordinary life was ruined... by an alien. Yes. "Shifty" believes that an alien had stolen a piece of his brain so he became a risk-taking secret agent. He immediately burnt all his papers and went by the name of Shifty Powers. His regular identity was no more and he took off away from home in search of this alien. He performs wild stunts and acts as if he's being followed or is always in constant danger (though, he usually isn't). His idiotic antics have wound him up in jail three times for disturbing the peace, but no sentences lasted longer than three days in the slammer. He also believes that the alien can take on human forms so he's continously suspicious of everyone. He has loads of gadgets, which he claims are care tools for his teeth. He vows to find this alien wherever it is and get back the piece of his brain he lost... in any means necessary. [b]Reason For Moving In:[/b] He's going deep undercover from a sly lookout. Yeah, right. [b]Idiosyncracies:[/b] The bio pretty much explained his psycho beliefs. He always takes risks and does daring stunts and has secret agent gadgets he claims are his teeth tools. He makes weird sounds and at times does his own theme music... oh God... that's the worst. Theme music. *shudder* But it doesn't end there. He's quite unpredictable so you never know when this incognito will do something that may cause you trouble.

[size=1]"How unsexy!" whined Chab as they sank faster to their unsexy doom. "We must figure a sexy and 1337 way out of this situation." The two began to think sexily, but it didn't seem to matter because we all know that somehow they'd get out of trouble. That's when Shib thought of something that may help them think of something that'd help them get out of this something of a trouble! "What would Bill Cosby do? >:^o" Indeed. What would Bill Cosby do? [b]Meanwhile, being unsexy in his naner pajamas...[/b] "How sexy of those two heroes to get stuck in my quicksand," said a dark, unsexy voice. It was MR. TICKLES! He started to shout angrily on his tire swing until he finally leapt to the floor and pushed buttons on a keyboard that wasn't connected to anything. "I can't wait to take over this primitive world and cause bananas to reign supreme!" With that said, he went to his bar built into the castle. He sat himself down and turned to his bartender, Bill Cosby. "What will you be havin'?" asked the crazy comedian. "Banana split!" said Mr. Tickles fiendishly. But you know Bill Cosby... "Now ya see, ya gotta take the pudding and mix it with the jello to get the WOO-WOO! GAZOOOBa!" The audience behind them cheered wildly and roared with laughter. Mr. Tickles was furious. "I don't have to take this!" shouted the unsexy monkey and he stormed off. He had a commercial to do anyways in ten seconds. So he hopped into his chair in the built-in movie studio and did a commercial for his bubble bath product [u]Soaking with Tickles[/u]. The name shall then on disturb anyone who hears it. Not even Harry Potter dares to speak it... why I used him to explain this, I dunno. But never mention that product name again! ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; [b]More meanwhileness...[/b] "I've got it!" shouted Chab with a kick of sexiness. "We shall combine pudding and quicksand to make it delicious enough to eat our way out." "Sounds yummy and sexy," said Shib and so they did. Taking out 1,200 packs of Jello pudding products, they mixed, ate, and were released from the dangerous hazard. "How erotic," commented Shib and they set off through the swamp to get Mr. Tickles. "There goes the two best damn doctors around," said a talking bear. And it was true.[/size]

What a sexy first post, my sexy friend :] ------------ [size=1]Upon starting their mission, the two Gods of sexiness and 1337 flew down to Earth using their sexiness and landed with a [i]squeak![/i] as they hit the ground. They immediately lost their sexy wings to fit into the primitive-looking setting. "Hello there," said a town junky. "I'm the town junky. Name's Merv. Haven't seen you 'round these parts." "Well, I-" Chab began, then noticed conspiracy. "Hey! You're not talking like you're in the age of Ancient Greece." "Ha! Guess not!" giggled the primitive freak. "Oh wells. What's yer names?" "I'm Shib," said Shib (obviously), "and he's Chab. We're sexy and 1337." "So I see," said the town junky named Merv. "Welcome to the town of Hallos. For newcomers like yerselves, we'll pay for one night at our local inn as well as two complimentary sheep bladders. Yuuuummmm yum!" "That's unsexy!" Shib said with anger, but Chab held him back. "It's okay. We'll take the room. But no sheep bladders." "Suit yourself. I'll enjoy them myself. Ha-huh!" Then they set off into the ancient city of Hallos. There, they saw unsexiness beyond all reason. "My sexy-meter is dropping rediculously," complained Shib. "Likewise," said Chab while clenching his fists to keep his sexy aura up around him. The streets were lined with small marketplaces and unsexy people hobbling about. Compared to them all, even the town junky Merv seemed alright. That is, until Shib and Chab got a look at his extra... well... we'll leave that part out. It's a bit nasty to have an extra one of them. "Don't stare at it!" Chab scolded Shib. Shib quickly covered his eyes and screamed. "I can still see it when I close my eyes!" "It's too late! You looked directly into it too long!" Lucky, they had just made it to the inn where Shib was able to wash out his eyes with acid. Once that was finished, they were led to their rooms that were definately not fit for sexy Gods like themselves. Chab sat down on one of the beds and thought. "Now what?" Shib was busy wiping at his eyes. "We plan." "Right. Our next move is our start so it must be a good, sexy one. Mr. Tickles is a crafty titan, the craftiest of them all! We must watch ourselves. That unsexy monkey must have a whole stash of un1337 things up his sleeves." "Do monkeys have sleeves?" "I dunno, but let's not wait to find out." "We can ask around town to find out where Mr. Tickles' hideout is." "Oh yeah! Like we can just walk over to someone," Chab begins while walking out of the room and up to the innkeeper, "and ask 'Do you know where the titan Mr. Tickles' hideout is?'" "Sure," said the nasty innkeeper that no one was sure what gender they were, "He lives in that dark scary floating castle over Lake Naners just ten miles south of this village." "Oh," said Chab sexily. "Ha ha," mocked Shib. It seems that the unsexy monkey was closer than anyone had thought. It was time to take evasive action.[/size]

I have an acoustic guitar I selt-taught myself on. I'm getting better (didn't start too long ago. At the beginning of this year). I do write songs on the thing (which people seem to like), but I haven't gotten around to writing them down yet. So far I've written three major songs: Wandering Warrior Life Left Behind Umm... Shoot XD I forgot my other song's name. That just goes to show how good I am. That and it was my newest song so didn't really stick in my head. But I do know how to play it. Currently, I'm working on this wicked Spanish-like song :)

Navaret was pleased his ring was not needed for the fight, though he felt weaker that the other two did most of the work. He scoffed at the fact that a [i]girl[/i] did more of the killing than he. Then again, he was the kind of guy to get jealous over such things. He let that image slip away as he admired the area. "They may return," said Cleon as he reversed his ring to recollect his soul. Once one again, he began to pace back to where the wolfenbares had fled. "They'll have plenty more. Possibly the rest of the tribe." Arith nodded and let the new information sink in. She gathered herself and her things and stood at attention. "Then we best get going. No reason to stand around and wait. I'm sure we all have places to go." Navaret had been mounting Cantalye by this time. "Very well," he said in his business tone. "We shall all go our seperate ways. May your journeys be safe." Cantalye made a few paces forward and back before Navaret lashed the reins and zipped down the trail once more. Arith watched him ride away and turned back to Cleon. He was gone as well. She decided it was her turn to leave the trails. The letter just then washed down the river in her sight. Spotting it, she made haste to catch up with the stream's quick waters. It wasn't long before the letter caught on a branch that sprouted out into the water's wake. She took cautious steps on the river bank and reached out for it only to fall flat into the water with a splash and a yelp. She got up out of the water and was drenched from head to toe. A small chuckle echoed through the woods and she turned to see Navaret leaning against a tree. "What's so funny?" "You," he said with the same sly tone of confidence in his voice. He looked Arith over and cracked a larger smile. "Going for a swim?" "No!" she snapped. She then controlled her tone. "I was retrieving a--" she began, but she thought about the consequences of telling Navaret, for it may help in the damnation of her career so she slyly covered it up, "--something." "A something?" "Yes," she said, trying not to make it obvious she was covering something up. "Did you retrieve it?" "No, it got away," she said as she approached the river bank and rung out her clothes. Waterfalls of water splashed on to the warm grass grazed with the passionate afternoon sun. "What are you doing here? I thought you were riding somewhere." "The trail ends up ahead. Big trees had fallen in the way. Cantalye and I had to cross a log to get to this side of the river. We just happened to spot your... foolish attempts." Arith grimaced. What a jerk!

Sounds sexy XD (Why's everything sexy to me?) ------- [b]Name:[/b] Arcamedes London (Ark for short) Age: 29 Gender: Male Specialty: Archaeologist Bio: "Fascinating!" Yes, that was the word that would be chosen for such an escapade. Ark has always been rather interested in ancient cities and tombs, but then again, what archaeologist isn't? That's not fair, I take that back. There are some that aren't, but you could say that Dr. London is the best in his class--and the most curious of the subject. His round glasses cause him to appear smart. And why not? He is smart! His long, blonde hair that lengthens down to the middle of his neck may throw you off a bit, but who doesn't know Dr. London? Naturally, though, with such a smart man comes clumsiness and fear. He can get scared of what he doesn't expect and yet he expects the unexpected. Odd fellow. Naturally, he was contacted on the project in search of treasures. His mind was needed and he would obey his duty. 'Twas an honor! Of course, he did feel uneasy. He wasn't quite sure why, though. Yes, definately a new experience and a excitement-filled journey. Fascinating! EDIT: There you are, Corey. Enjoy :)

Ahem. I believe I was the one who labled him "failed comic relief" :P Anyways, yes yes, very good points. It's fun to think what may happened if something in the saga was changed, but it's not logical since it won't happen anyways and arguing about it is goofy child stuff. But I wouldn't mind talking about what might have happened since it can be quite entertaining :D

Haha. I wouldn't doubt that, sir. Even if I like him, it'd be hilarious to see :D Of course, wouldn't you think that'd make the movie a bit gory and... well... not appropriate for kids. I can see it now... Kids running around laughing and falling off Naboo delegation hoverpods :)

Navaret continued riding away on Cantalye, unaware of the presence of Arith. He was making his way along the trail towards a village nearby that had sold some of the best produce in the land. It was indeed time to pick up some raspberry cordial and vittles. He didn't get far, though, for he ran into a wolfenbare. Wolfenbares are the darker form of a werewolf. I know what you're thinking: aren't werewolves dark as it is? Believe it or not, they're the kind ones. Wolfenbares are the hideously larger and more fierce cousin. Cantalye bucked, but Navaret held on with great ease. "Woah, there, Cantalye!" he said with quick reassurance. Navaret didn't remove his eyes from the approaching wolfenbare. There were a few more howls and more appeared to accompany their blood-thirsty brother. "Wolfenbare? Here? This isn't right." Navaret readied a hand on a small dagger at his side. His ring made a quick flash as if in preparation to unmerge his souls. But there were too many. It didn't matter if he did split into his second form. He had at least ten in front. To his sides, five or six. He wasn't even sure how many watched from hiding places. Instead, he made evasive action and lashed the reins. He quickly whipped around and charged Cantalye through the three wolfenbares behind him and zipped down the path, kicking up dust like a whirlwind. Wolfenbares were fast animals, but Cantalye was a Helopian Horse, which were a horse breed from the Hills of Casassa and they were definately faster. At this time, Arith had been back on the path, trying to find the letter that was lost in the river. The hoof sound in the air reformed. "Again?" she said under her breath. She quickly made her way to the side of the road as Navaret rode past, once more unaware of her presence. She glanced down the path after him, then to where he came from. Her lit up at the sight of Wolfenbare. They had spotted her as well. "Wolfenbares!" Navaret heard this and flung Cantalye around. He spotted Arith readying herself. She was definatelty armed, but in no way possible able to fight off a good fifteen wolfenbare alone, give or take a few. Navaret rode back, unsheathing his small dagger and readying his ring. He shouted his warcry as he charged the foul beasts. If he was going to fight, he was gonna do it with style.

Heh. Wow, Boba. Feeling as grumpy as the old man in your sig today? ;) But I agree with you. Jar Jar hasn't really done squat up 'til being chancellor. Though I feel I am one of the very few people in this world that enjoys that character, he simply acts as "failed comic relief" in some cases XD

OOC: Fine :< ----------------- Miles parked himself in what appeared to be a rather run-down bar in the south side of town. It wasn't too far from he started from, but it also wasn't a place you'd find a priest often. He looked slyly to his left and then to his right as he took a seat at one of the booths in the corner. Water was quickly served to him in respect of religion. What do you know? The bums of the city had respect! What class. He slowly sipped away at the dirty water. He put it aside, aware of its contents evidently being toxic if one drank enough of it. Miles admired the patrons of the pub and honored them with a smile. A small one, at that. Miles found it humorous that these bums had things to talk about. Miles had nothing to talk about, though. This thought traced his mind and left his expression cold. He hadn't had anything to talk about in ages. God? Yes, maybe that. But was that truely all? Was all that was left for him was to follow in God's lead? Was it shameful to have no life of your own or honorable to be God's right-hand man. Pish-posh. "It's a load of crap," Miles muttered out loud to himself. He reaches into his robes and stroked one of his silver berettas. He was eager for the hunt. Would it ever come, he wondered. Yes... yes it will.

Well, it's better, that's for sure (might wanna watch out. You're not suppose to double-post and triple-post is even worse :( ) I'm glad you cleaned up spelling and some grammar. Here's a tip, though: There's a space between sentences. I'll use a part of your chapter for example: ''Why are they staring at me?Is there anything wrong about my outfit?" That should have a space between the two sentences like so: ''Why are they staring at me? Is there anything wrong about my outfit?" Like I said before as well, use more description. Right now I'm very confused, I'm sorry to say. These different people are popping out of nowhere and a good description on their actions/looks/whatnot helps the reader a lot. Keep that in mind while you finish the chapter :D Also, I suggest posting the whole chapter at once instead of in segments. Not only will that prevent you from double/triple-posting, but people will read your work. They usually don't if you don't post the whole chapter ;) Good luck.

[center][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=19523&stc=1[/img] [size=3][b]Navaret's Rings[/b][/size] [size=1][URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=40207]Click Here for the Recruitment Thread[/URL][/size][/center] The following are the players' profiles: [u]Dragon Warrior[/u] [b]Name:[/b] Navaret Dirsk (I know! My name is Navaret. I mean, wtf?!) [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 23 [b]Look:[/b] Normal villager clothes of his town Gotherin. He wears his normal brown shirt and black pants with the dark brown robe. Being a blacksmith, he tends to have a blacksmith?s apron on whether he?s at work, going to work, or coming home from work. He can look a bit dirty from that as well. His dark blonde hair usually shows signs of his messy job. His house is next to a stream so he cleans off there. If he?s not messy, he?s usually not at work that day, but that was rare. Naturally he?s grown some heavy muscle from his hard job. Gotta be strong for this kind of work. [b]Personality:[/b] Before his wife?s passing, he was usually charming and fun to be around. Like anyone, he had his moments of depression since a blacksmith?s life wasn?t always glamour and gold, especially in Gotherin. Once he met his wife, he never seemed sad and therefore he wed her quickly. After her departure, he never seems too happy. He?ll give a smile to be courteous or a wave to a neighbor. Life is not the same anymore. But he?s still kind. He just shows his hurt for her through a constant frown. As a year passed, he got over it more and became less pesky. He was, after all, very young and time did strange things to people. He needed to move on and so he did. He?s now slightly less cheerful than he was before he met his wife, but more than he was after her passing. He was back--just not as much. [b]Ring Type:[/b] Sword Ring [b]Information:[/b] He?s pretty much had a normal life of a person in Denrohedge. He lived a life on a farm with his family until they moved to Gotherin. There, he was trained to be a blacksmith by one of his father?s friends and best customers of their old farm. There was no farming in Gotherin so his father made a living by helping build homes. His mother took care of the family at home. Soon, Navaret was old enough to live by himself (when he got the ring, marking his new age of manhood), so his parents left him a year later to make a new farm not too far North. Navaret stayed happily in the house in Gotherin until he became an official world-class blacksmith and made a profit off his work. Then he met Lendess. She too possessed the sword ring and was a blacksmith. She was a traveling one, though, so he had never seen her before until she arrived in Gotherin for her first time. Upon meeting her, he talked with her until they grew into a friendship and eventually a relationship. Navaret was only 21 when he wed her, but she was only 20. It wasn?t more than a year later that a crazy man with an eye patch and two missing fingers on his left hand had killed her. He attacked insanely with the power of his ring, being a Black Ring and casting the dark arts on them. For a crazy old man, he was powerful and left Lendess no choice, but to fight back. The moment she released her Second Form, the old man fought her and took her ring away from her finger, killing her instantly. He ran off laughing as if a victory was won for the world. Navaret didn?t move. He wasn?t sure what to do in such a situation. As said before, he went through depression. His parents never heard about Lendess? death or even Lendess at all. A pity too. She was everything to him. Now he continues to work as a blacksmith in Gotherin. His life wouldn?t seem to be any brighter until one day, he was informed that people of each village must set out and stop the Ring Hunters? [u]Quad[/u] [b]Name:[/b] Keladry Mindelan "Kel" [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Age:[/b] 23 [b]Look:[/b] (also has green pants and black boots/looks a bit older) [b]Personality:[/b] She is a very kind and sweet person, though she can get angry very easily when she wants too. Kel is a fairly quick thinker and is able to stay calm when in a bad situation. She isn't too serious about things because she always looks to the bright side and never thinks of the worst. She is able to hide her emotions by keeping a strait, solid face. So, if she's ticked off and is actually planing to beat the snot out of you once you turn around, you wouldn't have guessed it. Kel sees her self as a protector, she'll help anyone who needs it. [b]Ring Type:[/b] Nimble Ring - A Silver ring with a pattern of gold wrapping around it's outside (looks celtic). Is the middle of a swirling gold area is a Light green stone. [b]Information:[/b] Ever sense she was a young child, Kel had always wanted to be a warrior or knight to protect Denrohedge from what ever would threaten it. She told her parents this when she was a young child and they were a bit surprised because not very many girls wanted to be fighters. When Kel turned 10, she went to a training camp where young people like herself would learn how to fight like warriors until they recieved there rings. Kel was one of the few girls, so most of the boys there would give her a ruff time and try to convince her to give up. Though, she kept her face straight while cursing inside her own head. Even though she was knocked around, Kel became very strong and was eventually excepted by most boys once they realized she could keep up with them. When Kel recieved her Nimble Ring she headed back to her town and became one of the guards there. It wans't very exciting, but she would get to fight off a Ring Hunter or two every once in a while. Recently, a message came to the town that all fighter were to go after the Ring Hunters (Who had grown in population) and finish them once and for all. Kel started packing right away. [u]Deedlit[/u] [b]Name:[/b] Arith Mondar [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Age:[/b] 21 [b]Look:[/b] Arith wears a dark blue sleeveless silk dress that ends a few inches above her knees, and it has a Mandarin collar-thing. Nothing too fancy, but it's practical. Since she's always outside wandering or running errands, she wears a dark green hooded cloak. She has reddish-gold hair tied in a loose braid, and she has dark green eyes. [b]Personality:[/b] She gets bored easily. And she's claustrophobic. But other than that, she's quick to learn, and loves to spend her free time outside of the village (obviously because of her claustrophobia). But because she tends to avoid people, many people call her antisocial, and some who don't know her very well tend to think that she is a snob. [b]Ring Type:[/b] Cloak Ring [b]Information:[/b] Arith has a relatively large family: a mother, a father, 3 older brothers, an older sister, two little brothers, a little sister, and a little dog. (Heh. No wonder she freaks out around large groups.) Her father's a merchant, her oldest two brothers are city guards, and her mother and other siblings help around the house. She also loves maps. Alot. Which is why her family sends her on all the errands to and from different villages, and also why she was given the cloak ring when she turned 20. If she ever came across any trouble on the road---such as Ring Hunters, she could easily avoid it. She's currently trying to start a delivery service. [u]Assassin[/u] [b]Name:[/b] Cleon Numair [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 25 [b]Look:[/b] Cleon Numair Normal Form: As a young man of 25, from all of his hard work his muscles seem hard packed. When the wind blows through his blonde hair, his light blue eyes scan the surroundings. When he is working he always carries a small blade on his right side, a little above his knee. Standing 6?0, his weight being at 180 pounds. Although none of his weight is fat. Cleon Numair in his Ring Form: A large broad double bladed axe located on his back, the handle pointing skywards. Reaching over his back, Cleon, his massive muscles seem to bulge as he grips the axe. Weighing over 220 pounds, none being fat. Swinging his 60 pound axe as if it weighed as much as a feather. Standing there, with his axe handle in his right hand, broad shoulders bulging his shirt. He looked down on both his sides. Seeing around three small axes on his left and around 4 on his right. This small axes weigh around 10 pounds, excellent for throwing. His blue eyes searched the surroundings, eager to do something, blonde hair waving in the wind. [b]Personality:[/b] Cleon is a very friendly person. Growing up his parents taught him to respect others, although never to trust them thoroughly. When he was around 15 his parents had told him what had happen to there house after trusting a stranger to stay the night. The stranger stole all there gold. The gold that they needed to survive. His manners is extraordinary due to his raising. Seeing women he always stops and bows or nods his head. When other?s is talking he listens. For he does not talk much, instead he thinks a lot of things through, this his Dad had told him. [b]Ring Type:[/b] Axe Ring Axe Ring: The golden ring he was given. This ring means much to Cleon, for his pride and his family. Located on his right hand on his index finger. The ring seemed to grow along with Cleon. Through all his hard work he never took off the ring. Instead he wiped it clean of dirt, water, dust, etc. [b]History:[/b] Cleon?s past has been hard. Since he was around 12 years of age he worked for what he had to use. Working from morning to almost midnight, his muscles soon became hard. His Dad and Mother always was there for him. When he got the Axe Ring both of his parents were glad for them. Around the house he used the Ring so that he could help out his Dad and Mom. Both were supremely happy for him. When he told them that it was in him to journey, they accepted and prepared food for him. Also they gave him gold, at first he did not accept but they pushed until he did accept. Hugging them both he stepped out into the afternoon and began his journey at 23. Now he has been journeying for a couple of years, so he does not stay in one place long. [u]Lynx[/u] [b]Name:[/b] Denithell Mirith [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] Mid 50s [b]Look:[/b] As a man and a traveller his age Denithell has a rather worn and aged look to him, his height of 6'2 and his dark piercing blue eyes represent the only physical evidence of strength. His long whitening hair and beard only further thoughts of weakness about him, although to test such a theory would be a mistake. He dresses in long slate grey colored robes to blend in to a crowd during the day and to avoid the contact of those he'd rather not meet during his travels at night. [b]Personality:[/b] Quiet and reserved, Denithell speaks rarely and only if it is required of him, this restrain often leads to him being regared to as cold and unfeeling. However to Denithell his own silence allow him endless contemplation on what another has said. Once past his seemingly cold exterior, one will find Denithell to be a compassionate soul with a love for nature and all it's beauties, those who go so far as to make his friendship will find him to be a loyal and worthy companion. [b]Ring Type:[/b] Light Ring [b]Information:[/b] Little in known about the man known as Denithell Mirith, an aged traveller his legacy lies only from his childhood up until his Coming of Age and finally the revieving of the Ring of Light. (Will continue from here). ------------ Let's start this puppy :devil: ------------ Navaret was on his way. Yep, he was riding his horse Cantalye and things seemed to flowing smoothly as he crossed through the woodland trails. Gotherin was mostly surrounded by forest areas so one couldn't help, but travel to a destination without running through the woods or nearby thicket. It was even that time of day that the sun showed through the canopy above and made the particles of wisp and whatnot in the air seem like floating magic specks. An enchanting time. But naturally, Navaret had his mind elsewhere. There wasn't a day that passed without him thinking of Lendess, but he tried to occupy his mind with his work and on this day, his work was to find some Ring Hunters. He usually wasn't one of the Ringers in the world to actually use his ring for more than a brawl. This was a special time, it seems. Navaret rode Cantalye over to a running stream and dismounted him. Splashing the cold water in his face, Navaret began to feel refreshed and his thoughts of his past Lendess slipped away once more. He didn't want them to and yet he did. He wasn't far from Gotherin at the moment. Maybe a day's ride or so. That also meant he was in dangerous territory of monsters. After some drinking, he felt the forest area grow quiet. The birds no longer chirped and the stream produced the only sound. Even Cantalye looked uneasy. Navaret stood and looked around. Something was coming near. Could it be a fellow Ringer? Maybe an evil one. This could mean trouble so Navaret readied his ring to release his soul. That's when what it was showed through the brush before him.

Otay, peoples. It seems we're not gonna get anymore signups so I'm gonna start it with some people I have. The ones that made it are: Lynx Assassin Deedlit Quad Thanks for all who signed up and those who are in, look for the thread :)

It's not a sequel to Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within. It's in fact, a new FF movie taking place after the events of FF7. It'll include all the cast so it's gonna be incredibly awesome. I've read articles on it and have seen screenshots. Cloud looks amazing and real. His hair is more wavy than spikey, though :<

Man, don't forget one of the best shows of all time: [b]Garfield and Friends[/b]. I loved that show (even that Orson's Farm part was interesting at times) and since I was obsessed with Garfield back then (and still sort of am now), I watched it everyday. I think I've seen every episode. Hell, I'd still watch it now if I could find it :)

Alright :D Some good profiles goin', but I'm not gonna say who I have in mind just yet. I still need some more, though :) Keep it comin', peeps. Good stuff ^_^

Sorry ;_; And it wasn't Ganondorf :< If you want me to do that voice, I would, but the evil stick figure voice is not as.... well, not as thick :) Also, my dad deleted my flash so no more Flash animations ;_;

[center][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=19523&stc=1[/img] [size=4][b]Navaret?s Rings[/b][/size][/center] [size=3][b]History?[/b][/size] [I]Some say as the dark tides hit you see the last blink of light before darkness completely covers. A beautiful ending, yet so grim. I guess what I?m trying to say is a great thing turned the world cold. Yes, I speak of the rings. They were crafted by an old alchemist named Navaret long before Denrohedge was named what it is today. The first one ever forged was to be Navaret?s. If it worked, he?d make more for those deserving. As it turned out, many people were worthy of the item until the day came, long after Navaret?s departure, that they were always presented to a child when they turned the age of sixteen. For women, it was considered a step into their new life, while for men it was the beginning of manhood. Wait? what do the rings do? I thought you knew! When one finally possesses a ring (after an official ceremony, of course), they place it on their finger and after mumbling a few ancient words, their soul splits in two. As the soul splits, the caster does as well until he or she ends up becoming another being. Yes, that means the ring splits you into two people: the normal you and the warrior you. If you are in any danger or something similar, the warrior side to your ring comes in handy. But beware not to remove the ring from your finger while you have been split into two, for as you may recall, your soul has been split as well. Taking the ring off disconnects your soul from its other half, therefore killing you. A dangerous thing indeed. This is where the conflict arises. Now we shall enter the present.[/I] [size=3][b]Present?[/b][/size] [I]This is where the dark comes along. Over the years, the rings have secured a proper way of protection for Denrohedge?s citizens, but at the same time caused conflict when casters use them disrespectfully. The Council of Denrohedge (main leaders of the world) are aware of such a crisis, but find no source to stop it aside from cutting the rings off from everyone. This may a terrible choice, though, but what else is there to do? Just as these dangers didn?t seem like they could get any worse, evil struck with its dark purpose once again. Ringers baring a new weapon step forward and call themselves the Ring Hunters. They are humans like us, but have developed a special ring that allows them to use more than one ring at a time and not having to have it appraised in a holy ceremony. For anyone who doesn?t possess a special ring like this are forced to only use the ring they were given. But there is danger for the Ring Hunters. Their unique rings may allow them to use multiple rings, but it also splits their souls into even more of a fraction than before. It?s even more hazardous. But with a life guided by pure evil steered through hell from a dark purpose, their risks are taken easily and without concern. That?s what makes them so powerful. As of late, they are not able to be defeated nor caught and have officially been taking out the strongest opponents they can for the strongest rings. Denrohedge is nearing a great defeat and all of its inhabitants lie in the balance.[/I] [size=3][b]What Must Be Done?[/b][/size] [I]It has been decided by many and unofficially by the Council to send out warriors from every city across Denrohedge to hunt down the beings. They are strongest, bravest, or most likely the complete insane. The journey will be full of peril since monsters roam the lands. But as a wise man once said:[/I] [size=3][indent]?There are far more greater dangers than monsters that lie ahead.?[/indent][/size] [I]Of course he spoke of the Ring Hunters.[/I] [size=3][b]Think You Can Take It?[/b][/size] Yes, it is time now to see if you really wanna go on this adventure. There will be five of us (including myself) that will mostly start in different places, but eventually meet up with one another since we?re from different cities. I will be picking out the best four signups so make yours worth it! No hard feelings for those who don?t make it, but I am looking for good roleplayers and people who, in fact, know how to write at least. That and you understand the idea of the story =/ Anyways, as said above, I look for in a signup: -Good Character Buildup -Good grammar/spelling -Doesn?t rant on about stuff XD (Hey, we all know it gets boring if you do!) -If you?re a guy, be a guy. If you?re a girl, be a girl. I?m not sexist, but usually people who play the opposite gender suck at it ^_^ -Doesn?t get things mixed up. Yeah, that?s all so let?s whoop out our sign ups. [size=3][b]SignUp[/b][/size] [b]Name:[/b] Be creative. Note the types of names I use such as Navaret and Denrohedge. Last names required. Makes it more medieval than anything, so please no Japanese. [b]Gender:[/b] Male/Female/Freak =P (on second thought, don?t put freak XD) [b]Age:[/b] Everyone must be 20 or above. But still try not to be exactly 20. Remember, the younger you are, the less experienced at the ring you are. ;) [b]Look:[/b] Pictures will be acceptable as long as they?re custom made. The reason why is I usually get people posting Final Fantasy characters and their clothing doesn?t seem to match the idea of the worlds I make. For Denrohedge, it?s usually nothing special in clothing-wise unless you have a hat or mask or something. In our characters? cases, it may just be regular shirt and pants (medieval style, of course) or robes. As for appearance, I think you guys can handle it. :^D [b]Personality:[/b] I?ll just say one quick thing: Let?s not all try being macho or ?I?m the rebel-like guy who is a jerk to everyone, but ends up kicking a$z,? ya know? So cliché, c?mon! XD [b]Ring Type:[/b] This is the fun part where you can usually go hog wild. Your ring type determines what your Second Form can do. If it?s a Sword Ring, your Second Form is a swordsman. Get it? If you possess a White Ring, your Second Form casts White Magic. Here?s a quick list of things you can have for a ring. If you think of another that?s not on the list, but you want, consult with me and I?ll see if it?s acceptable. -Sword Ring- User is a swordsman -Axe Ring- User is an Axe Wielder -Fist Ring- User is exceptionally powerful in martial arts -Black Ring- User casts Black Magic (curses and hexes) -White Ring- User casts White Magic (Healing Magic) -Magi Ring- User possesses ability to harness the four elements: Fire, Water, Wind, Earth (weak magic) -Pyro Ring- User casts powerful fire magic -Gust Ring- User casts powerful wind magic -Aqua Ring- User casts powerful water magic -Earth Ring- User casts powerful earth magic -Wing Ring- User can fly -Morph Ring- User can become different things (Not available to us) -Light Ring- User can create light -Dark Ring- User can cast shadows -Nimble Ring- User is agile and quick -Power Ring- User is strong -Cloak Ring- User has the ability of invisibility -Summoner?s Ring- User has the ability to summon monsters (Not available to us) -Navaret?s Ring- How the power of all magic rings (Not available to anyone) [b]Information:[/b] Any extra information. Here is where things really count. Tell us about your character and maybe their past. Try to be original. We all like original :^) [size=3][b]My SignUp[/b][/size] Alrighty? here?s an example of how it should look and be like. [b]Name:[/b] Navaret Dirsk (I know! My name is Navaret. I mean, wtf?!) [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 23 [b]Look:[/b] Normal villager clothes of his town Gotherin. He wears his normal brown shirt and black pants with the dark brown robe. Being a blacksmith, he tends to have a blacksmith?s apron on whether he?s at work, going to work, or coming home from work. He can look a bit dirty from that as well. His dark blonde hair usually shows signs of his messy job. His house is next to a stream so he cleans off there. If he?s not messy, he?s usually not at work that day, but that was rare. Naturally he?s grown some heavy muscle from his hard job. Gotta be strong for this kind of work. [b]Personality:[/b] Before his wife?s passing, he was usually charming and fun to be around. Like anyone, he had his moments of depression since a blacksmith?s life wasn?t always glamour and gold, especially in Gotherin. Once he met his wife, he never seemed sad and therefore he wed her quickly. After her departure, he never seems too happy. He?ll give a smile to be courteous or a wave to a neighbor. Life is not the same anymore. But he?s still kind. He just shows his hurt for her through a constant frown. As a year passed, he got over it more and became less pesky. He was, after all, very young and time did strange things to people. He needed to move on and so he did. He?s now slightly less cheerful than he was before he met his wife, but more than he was after her passing. He was back--just not as much. [b]Ring Type:[/b] Sword Ring [b]Information:[/b] He?s pretty much had a normal life of a person in Denrohedge. He lived a life on a farm with his family until they moved to Gotherin. There, he was trained to be a blacksmith by one of his father?s friends and best customers of their old farm. There was no farming in Gotherin so his father made a living by helping build homes. His mother took care of the family at home. Soon, Navaret was old enough to live by himself (when he got the ring, marking his new age of manhood), so his parents left him a year later to make a new farm not too far North. Navaret stayed happily in the house in Gotherin until he became an official world-class blacksmith and made a profit off his work. Then he met Lendess. She too possessed the sword ring and was a blacksmith. She was a traveling one, though, so he had never seen her before until she arrived in Gotherin for her first time. Upon meeting her, he talked with her until they grew into a friendship and eventually a relationship. Navaret was only 21 when he wed her, but she was only 20. It wasn?t more than a year later that a crazy man with an eye patch and two missing fingers on his left hand had killed her. He attacked insanely with the power of his ring, being a Black Ring and casting the dark arts on them. For a crazy old man, he was powerful and left Lendess no choice, but to fight back. The moment she released her Second Form, the old man fought her and took her ring away from her finger, killing her instantly. He ran off laughing as if a victory was won for the world. Navaret didn?t move. He wasn?t sure what to do in such a situation. As said before, he went through depression. His parents never heard about Lendess? death or even Lendess at all. A pity too. She was everything to him. Now he continues to work as a blacksmith in Gotherin. His life wouldn?t seem to be any brighter until one day, he was informed that people of each village must set out and stop the Ring Hunters? ------- Good luck with the sign ups and enjoy :^D

Well, uh, aside from the fact that this is the wrong forum to post fanfics, I do have some comments. First off, you definately need to work on grammar and spelling. Some parts were so bad that they were unreadable :( Have someone proof-read this before you post it. It'd really help. Secondly, you need more description. I always hate writing too much description, but if you have the right amount, it works out and makes the story REALLY interesting. It'll also make your chapters longer. That just seems short for a chapter, but then again, who ever said how long a chapter has to be? Before posting anything else, I suggest rewriting it. But it's a start, right? :)

You can use him for warning anytime :< His purposes are evil so maybe a good deed or two will set him straight :D But anyways, thanks for the comments. I'm currently working on a music video of the song "Life Marches On" by Live, but I told [i]you[/i] that already XD It'll be a while before it's done :)

Since you seem to already have a title, I won't suggest any, but to comment on golden's title: pauper doesn't actually mean poor in every case. It can also mean the inferior being or the lesser person (and in usually this case, the unpopular). The title makes sense as it is :) I suggest using it.

People of the World: Yay! Well, I've been bugged to teh max by people wanting me to get Flash so I finally convinced my peeps at my home to have it on the computer. After flipping through the tutorials of the program (and pretty much learning only the basics), I found there are similar things to Adobe Photoshop in it. This means I won't have too much trouble getting use to it. But as for some crap, here's my first Flash animation :D Yes, that's my voice for the evil stick figure. I wonder if this is any good for a quick first try XD PS: Very small file. Only 50 KB :)

That's funny because it's in bookstores and libraries. It's just simply called "Puss in Boots." Try Amazon.com if you have an account. But maybe save that for last results :<

Naturally. He's a kicka$z character. I wouldn't mind going to see the movie again just for him XD I think I may read the book again just to refresh my memory. It was ages ago!