lil kitsune boy

He watched the two figures walking, in between him and the, now useless, ship. The man was easy to identify as a vampire. Unfortunately, the girl happened to be the president's daughter. [I]Well, from the looks of it, I'm not getting to the ship without a fight.[/I] he thought, [I]Too bad, fighting a vampire alone's not the best idea, especially with that girl there. And if that's the Master vampire, it's definitely not something I wanna do alone...[/I] He chuckled to himself. [I]Right, when planning fails, wing it. Here's hoping some of the other's can still fight... and notice what's happening, that would be cool, too.[/I] He drew his nodaichi. [I]Red, you owe me for this one.[/I] He stepped out of the shadow, his blade glinting in the moonlight. After a few seconds the vampire turned a startled expression on his face. This mortal [I]...boy?[/I] had snuck up on him. The boy looked up at the moon and smiled. A real, honest-to-god smile, 'It's a lovely night, tonight, wouldn't you agree?' It was the vampire's turn to smile, 'Are you out of your mind, boy? You plan on attacking me alone?' The boy's smile dropped a little, 'I'd rather not. I don't like to fight, it just turns out I'm pretty good at it.' He turned to look at the vampire, 'They want me to kill you, but if you let the girl go I'll let you live.' The vampire roared with laughter, 'You? Let [I]me[/I] live? I think you have it backwards.' 'Is that a 'no'?' the boy asked. The vampire gave him a feral grin, 'Why don't you ask her?' he said. As if in response, the girl seemed to latch onto the vampire, giving his arm a death grip that would probably cause a man to loose consciousness, but seemed not to affect the vampire in the least. The boy's smile fell, this was not good. 'I guess you win that round,' he said to the vampire, 'but I have one more thing to ask.' 'You final request?' the vampire asked,'Before I kill you?' The boy shrugged, 'Will you have her move away? I don't want her to get hurt.' 'Is that all?' the vampire said, 'A pitiful last request.' Then, by some unspoken command, the girl let go of the vampire's arm and moved a safe distance away. The vampire turned toward the boy, who mirrored him. 'Just so you know,' the boy said, 'My name is Eric, I'm 20 years old and that wasn't my last request.' The vampire laughed, 'You think so?' Eric's smile returned as he charged. His sword moved with blinding speed, but the vampire was faster. His hand, flattened like the edge of a sword, swept across Eric's torso. Or, at least, where it used to be. Eric had disappeared. The vampire looked around for any sign of him, but could find none. Until he felt the piercing pain of a sword being thrust through his back and out his chest. The vampire looked down in disbelief, and cried out as the blade twisted around in his chest and then slashed upwards, splitting the vampire in two from the sternum up. 'I know.' Eric said, wiping the blood from the blade with care. Once it was completely clean, he sheathed it and turned to the girl. The glow of feral eyes began to appear around them. 'Would you like to go home now?'

He watched as Zoku laid the assassin down on the rooftop. Something had changed, nothing unexpected, but the woman had fallen a little farther than Colville had anticapated. He made his way over to Keitha, a smile on his face as he looked down on her unconcious form. 'Wake up soon, vampire.' he said, his smile widening as he drew his gun, 'You and I are going to have some interesting times ahead of us.'

If it's too late or you want me to change anything let me know. Name: Alexander Mabius Codename: Breakdown Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: short black hair, yellow eyes, medium build, about 5' 6", a bit of a pretty boy(picture as soon as i can) Weapons: claws, big f*ckin' sword Powers: Enhanced strength, speed and agility, Demon Wave Slash(sword attack), demon form. Personality: Cheerful and sometimes a bit overeager, he also loves to fight. Though he usually won't go out of his way to do so. Biography: As a student of Brother Blood, Alex was a washout, not even qualifying for a tech enhancement. He was ridiculed by everyone, including Brother Blood. It wasn't until they tried to dispose of him that he showed any promise what-so-ever. When his life was in danger, his true demonic nature came to the surface. He became a killing machine, something he regrets even to this day. In the end, it took Pride himself to stop Breakdown, but even he couldn't kill him. Alex fled the HIVE Academy, swearing never to fall to his demonic self again. For three years, Alex has waited for his chance. He'll return to the city he fled and find the new Titans. Maybe, just maybe. He'll be able to help stop Brother Blood and restore the city to what it used to be.

Colville woke up a few minutes after the vampire left. He looked at the old priest, with fire in his eyes. 'Why didn't ye tell me there were [I]fun[/I] vampires here?' he said with a laugh. He stood, wiping the blood from his mouth. He shivered visibly as he straightened his coat. He walked to the bedchamber where he and the other priests slept and opened his trunk. 'What do you have in mind?' the old priest asked as Colville pulled a small box from the trunk. 'I've been missing the entertainment.' he replied as he opened the box. It was full of neat little rows. In each of these rows were 10mm bullets, tipped with white. 'Are those what I think the are?' the old priest asked. 'Silver bullets, blessed by an archbishop, melted from crosses that once adorned the Vatican itself and tipped with white phosphorus. Even the most powerful of vampires can't regenerate from the burning wounds these create. My favorite little toys.' Colville stood and turned to leave. The old man followed. 'I cannot simply let you go, Paladin Colville.' he said, 'You might hurt innocent people.' Colville stopped and turned, a look of amusement on his face,'And just how do ye intend to stop me, old man? Yer little 'password'?' The old man didn't hesitate,'Good night, Paladin Colvi...' the old man was cut off as a burning hole appeared between his eyes. 'Never again will I be controlled by an impure being such as ye.' he laughed, 'Now, for that vampire.' he said, disappearing through the door.

sounds kewl, but I have a question... how do you feel about characters that are, at some level, part of the problem?

Name: Eric Corvis Age: 20 Gender: Male Home Planet: Earth Apperance: 5'7", short 'dirty blonde' hair, medium build, eyes vary depending on mood, ranging from sky blue to slate gray(while it's rare, this is usually NOT a good thing) Personality: Cheerful and easygoing, he is the model of 'the nice guy'. He will go out of his way to help people he doesn't even know and he will never betray the people who trust him. He loves to have fun and to laugh. Even with this upbeat personality, there is something unseen about him which suggests he hides a deep sadness. Bio: Eric spent most of his early life moving around, whether it was being expelled from old schools or problems with his family, he never stayed to long in one place. His family managed to settle down once, but he had grown so used to moving around he ended up causing trouble so he could move in with other family members. After a while, they became so sick of it they threatened to throw him out of the street. This sobered him a bit and he learned how to get along with his family, finally learning to accept staying in one place. After a while, he managed to make lasting friendships, even fell in love. But that was only until that damnable New Year's Eve, the night his life was destroyed. He was with his family, his girlfriend was there as well, he'd even planned to propose that night, when it happened. The wave of supernatural force that now threatens the world came over him like a tidal wave... When he came to, the girl he loved and his entire family were torn to pieces, and his hands were stained red with their blood. Ranged Weaponry: Shuriken and kunai(a dagger designed to be used equally well for both throwing and melee purposes). Melee weapon: A traditionally handcrafted nodaichi(over sized katana) of exceptional quality that his girlfriend had given him as a gift. It's the only possession he has an attachment to and he is quite proficient in it's use. Gift: Insight which results as brief glimpses of the future, effectively a danger sense that also increases his effectiveness in battle as well. Greatest Fear: Losing someone he cares about/Being overcome by whatever it was that caused him to kill the people he loved again.

The vampire backed into the alleyway, still bleeding from the hole in it's arm that wouldn't close. 'That couldn't be a human.' he said as he reached the end of the alley. Suddenly, he heard a voice that seemed to comefrom everywhere, yet at the same time no where at all. 'Unclean thing, spawn of Satan. I assure you, I am not human, I am a monster the likes of which you've never contended.' the voice finished as the vampire felt the barrel of a gun against the back of his head. The vampire fell to his knees, begging mercy. Paladin Eugene Colville merely laughed, a maniacal, frightening sound. 'Mercy for an unclean thing like you? No, ye will die, just like every other one of your kind. And any other that would choose evil over the true path. Such is God's will.' He cocked the gun. 'And shepards we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee. Power hath descended from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. And we shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. Et numini Patri, et Fili, Spiritus Sancte.' He finished the prayer as he pulled the trigger. From behind him, he heard footsteps. He turned to see the priest that had picked up Father Colville earlier. 'Do ye wish to die here as well?' he asked. 'No, simply to make sure you don't go on a a killing spree that will hurt innocent people.' ''Innocent'?', the Paladin laughed,'Father, don't ye know? There are no innocents.' The priest raised his hand, a solemn look on his face. 'Good night, Paladin Colville. You are no longer needed this night.' Colville blinked, his eyes momentarily losing focus. 'What's goin' on?' he asked, obviously confused. The other priest simply smiled, 'You were sleep walking, my friend. I followed you to make sure you were not harmed, but I must say, you have gone quite a ways. Perhaps it is best if we return to the church.' Father Colville nodded, 'Aye, I think yer right. I can smell blood here. It makes me a bit uneasy.' [I]He can smell the blood? Is the control getting weaker? No, his broken psyche couldn't be that strong. No one has ever broken the Vatican's control before.[/I] the priest hurried Father Colville along. 'Let's hurry, we have a long day tomorrow, and I'd like some sleep.'

Eh, since everyone else did... Name: Duo Maxwell Age: 19 Sex: Male Personality: 'I may run and hide, but I'll never tell a lie.' Cheerful and easygoing, the self-proclaimed 'God of Death' also has no problem killing if it's necessary. He also has an obsession with trying to get Heero to cheer up. Appearance: A slim/medium build, about 5'8", dressed in leather pants and jacket, with a red shirt and long hair braided into a ponytail down to the back of his knees. Bio: After the battle with Maremeia and the destruction of the original Deathscythe, Duo spent most of his time working in his junkyard, restoring old mobile suits for non-combat purposes(such as construction and certain public safety organizations). Mech: Deathscythe Hell: Enhanced cloaking and stealth system. Two Twin beam Scthes one for each hand. 4X Hyper jammer ECM, Advanced Sensors (range unknown) 8X twin Vulcan guns mounted all over, Double barreled Gatling guns mounted to waist

[I]'In Nomeni Patri, Et Fili, Spiritus Sancti.'[/I] 'Welcome to Sydney, Please enjoy your stay.' The priest smiled at the stewardess, 'I'll certainly try, and God bless ye, my child.' he said, as he exited the plane. There was another priest waiting for him at the gate. 'Father Colville, I trust your trip went well?' he said. 'Aye, it did.' he answered, 'But I can't help but wonder why I've been sent here.' 'Well, we were happy to hear of your coming. God's Will'll be made clear in his own time.' 'I suppose yer right.' 'Anyway, until it is, let's get you settled in.'

'Australia?' the priest looked a bit confused. The bishop looking down from the pulpit, smiled at him. 'We go where God needs us,' he declared, 'And we have received word that you are needed there.' The priest was stunned, a proclaimation from the Vatican reaching such a small church was quite rare, and to concern him specifically? 'You are to leave tomorrow, arrangements have already been made.' the bishop continued, 'Until then, enjoy your last night in Boston.'

Ooh, this looks fun, ok here goes. Name: Gene Colville Nickname: 'Paladin' Colville, or simply 'Death' Age: 23 Gender: Male Species: Human Appearance: approximately 5' 9", semi-long strawberry blonde hair, slim build(picture as soon as i find one) Weapons: Two customized Desert Eagle 9mm semiautomatic pistols Personality: Which one? One is a simple priest, Father Eugene Colville, a priest at your local Catholic Church and the nicest little Irish man you'll ever meet, the other is a Vampire Hunter and a madman, going out of his way if it will allow him to kill anything he sees as evil(including humans, at times) Bio: Father Colville started out as nothing more than a psychotic killer, bent on ridding the world of all evil(seeing as how he's nuts, that definition is pretty wide), at which he was quite good. Eventually he was stopped by the Catholic Church, who used a form of hypnotism, which locked the madman inside until the command is given. There are those who pray it never is. Other: The command is pretty simple, 'Good morning, Paladin Colville.' It works in any language. The few vampires that would have heard of him would only know him as 'Death', even fewer have actually seen him and lived to tell of it. I may have used this character before.

Sounds kewl, I'll join and, since I know a bit about gundam, and know where to look for more, let me know if there's anything I can help with.

Kamui sat there like it was the most natural thing in the world. "So, you dragons give many people rides?" He and the dragon talked for some time before Kamui decided to take a nap.

gimme a little bit for a the little creature dude and i'll go for 'guy #2'

He was whistling as he pulled a rope from his pack and tied it to his staff. [I]Here's hoping it's slowed down enough.[/I] "Hey, guys, I need the strongest one and the fastest one out of you." he said. Running as he threw the staff like a spear through the skeletons rib cage, he slid under the creature and out to the other side. Rope still in hand, he ran around the other side of a tree.

Kamui was [I]still[/I] smiling as he walked over and offered Shero a hand up, 'That's a great idea. We could take turns, one or two of us being the attacker and the rest of us 'fend' them off. It could be fun.'

'Not a bad idea.' Kamui said, still (you guessed it) smiling, 'We'll have a better chance if we can fight together, and it'll be easier if we take the time to learn how everyone fights.' He laughed, 'Let's just hope everyone remembers it's just practice.'

'Noble goal.' he said staff in hand, 'So, Baaloth is the big bad, huh? What do we know about him?' he finished as he attacked.

*is, of course, smiling as he appears out of nowhere to plop down next to Arturios* "Well, since I didn't get to ask earlier, what's the deal? I mean, what are you guys after?"

'Arturios? Can't say that I've heard of him.' he said, the smile faded a little, but immediately returned, 'But, maybe I can help you find him. What does he look like?'

'[I]Eh, what the hell?[/I]' he thought as he followed her out the door, '[I]Looks like I found another group of weirdos... could be fun.[/I]'

He took her hand, 'Shero?' he repeated, then, as if it had slipped out, 'beautiful name...' he had to smile as he caught himself. 'Actually, I was wondering if there was something I could do for you. No offense, but you don't look like you're from around here. If you're here to look for something, maybe I could help.'

He noticed her as soon as she walked in. Tight leather always had a way of getting his attention. '[I]Don't get many women in here... I wonder where she's from.[/I]' he thought, as the man set down the bowl. Breifly, he wondered if he should go talk to her, '[I]Eh, why not?[/I]' He said to himself as he walked over. 'Hey,' he said, extending his hand with a smile, 'my names Kamui, what's yours?'

Sign ups: position: angel of wind Name: Agares Name: James Konoha Age: 16 Appearance: average height and build, raven black hair, purple eyes, bit of a eurasian thing goin' on Personality: loves to goof around, mischevious, but he'd never pull a prank that would hurt someone Bio: former angel(duh), aside from that: normal kids life, joined a band a year ago(bassist+backup vocals, no i haven't done this before :rolleyes: at all ), parents divorced a few years back and remarried... that's about it.

probly the most origial idea for an rpg i've come across, which means i gotta try it Name: Kamui Ikeda Gender: Male Race: Human Age: 19 Description: about 5' 7", average build, semi-long blonde hair, almost a pretty boy, most of his body is covered in scars from fighting. as for clothes, loose fitting pants, a white tunic and a long jacket, preferably leather :) Weapons: katana and quarterstaff Personality: Upbeat, funny, the kind of guy you want to trust, he just makes you feel better by being around, just don't get him mad...