Blayze

[center][size=1][font=Verdana][u][font=Impact][size=3]Chapter Two: Search and Rescue[/size][/font][/u] [b]"We need Agent Revelation back as soon as possible,"[/b] announced the Director to the crowd of people standing around her, [b]"She has important information on the terrorists, as well as a sample of some kind of weapon that the terrorists are planning to use. We need to find her and the weapon as soon as possible. Is that clear?"[/b] A murmur rose through the crowd, people acknowledging that the Director had made her point. [b]"You will be split into two teams. Phil, or Agent Blayze as you will be referring to him, will lead Team One. Team Two will be lead by Agent Jones. Agent Jones' team is in charge of finding and rescuing Agent Revelation. Agent Blayze, I have a different assignment for your team. Meet me in the situation room in ten minutes. Dismissed." [/b] Phil turned to his opposite number, Agent Jones, a far more experienced agent than he was, she had been part of the unit for almost a decade now, pretty much since its conception. [b]"So, Agent Jones,"[/b] he said with a smile, [b]"Do you want to pick first?" "No, you be my guest,"[/b] she replied, returning his smile. She was more experienced, but even so she wasn't that much older than Phil, a few years or so perhaps. She had just gotten into the Armed Forces much earlier than him. Phil turned to the rest of the operatives, scanning them all quickly but thoroughly. There were some damn fine soldiers in the group, but one caught his eye almost immediately. [b]"Jamie,"[/b] he said. A girl about the same age as Phil stepped forward, a reasonably short crop of red hair on her head. Jamie was young, but already she was the best markswoman Phil had ever met in his years in the Forces. She was British as well, so Phil instantly felt a natural affinity for her. She was incredibly accurate with both long and short range weapons, but she was most at home behind the scope of a high-calibre rifle. She smiled as she swaggered over to stand behind Phil. [b]"Sandy,"[/b] said Agent Jones. Sandy was a slightly nervous-looking young European man, but beneath the layers of neuroses was a technical genius. He may not have been the most physically fit of the whole team, but he was an important asset to anyone trying to find someone. [b]"Gavin,"[/b] said Phil, and the tall, well-built Irishman strolled over to his side. Gavin was older than Phil, but his experience came with his years, and he was the best demolition man on this side of the world. If you needed anything of any size blowing up, Gavin was your man, plain and simple. [b]"Alright, team,"[/b] said Agent Jones, seeing that every field agent had been taken, [b]"Let's suit up!" [/b] Normally Agent Jones would have picked Agent Revelation for her team, but she was obviously otherwise indisposed. Her team departed, and Phil beckoned for his team to follow him up the stairs to the situation room, placed right next to the Director's office. He pushed the glass door open and lead his team inside. The Director was already standing there, and watched as Team One entered the room. She wasn't entirely surprised with Phil's choices of team members, he usually liked to go on the offensive rather than the defensive. [b] "Alright, Phil, this is a very delicate issue,"[/b] said the Director, [b]"We are going to have to insert you and your team into enemy territory. We have an American unit trapped behind enemy lines, and we need a team to go in and retrieve them." "So if anything goes wrong, we risk the beginning of World War 3?"[/b] asked Jamie. [b]"Exactly,"[/b] replied the Director, [b]"This is an incredibly delicate situation. Especially because of the...nature of one of the hostages." "Who is it?"[/b] asked Gavin, [b]"I'm guessing someone important if you're making this much fuss about it." "It's the Vice President. But not only that, the Secretary of Defense is in there as well. They were making a routine visit to the country, trying to get the leader to sign a peace treaty, but he and the unit assigned to his protection were trapped inside a hotel by local guerilla forces. We need you to go in and get them back. You leave right now, we have a private flight over there. You will be briefed on the details on the way,"[/b] said the Director, [b]"Dismissed."[/b] Jamie and Gavin left the room, heading down to suit up and get on the plane. Phil was just about to leave, when the Director called for him to stay a moment. [b]"Phil, sit down,"[/b] she said, and he did as he was told. He felt more nervous about this than he did when he was waiting for Revelation to get out of the club. [b]"Phil, I thought you should know that this is even more delicate than I originally made out. We are trying to retrieve the Vice President and the Secretary of Defense from behind enemy lines, but I thought I should tell you that the operation is in Tehran." "I see," [/b]replied Phil, his face and voice betraying no emotion whatsoever, [b]"Is that a problem?"[/b] [b]"I just thought...three years ago..." "It was a long time ago, ma'am. I think I'm over it," [/b]replied Phil, [b]"With all due respect, I don't think one botched operation three years ago should affect my performance in the field now." "But you were shot twice in the stomach, Phil. You almost died. How can I be sure that this won't affect your performance?" "You can't be sure, but you will just have to trust me, alright? I can do this, I don't need you to hold my hand. I'll be fine, it was a long time ago. Just let me go, I can handle this,"[/b] said Phil. He got to his feet, and walked to the door. [b]"Phil,"[/b] said the Director firmly, and he turned around to face her, [b]"Good luck, soldier."[/b] He gave her a nod, and left the room, heading down to suit up with his teammates. --- Agent Jones and Sandy were already suited up and ready to go. They sat in the back of a large armoured truck, their black jumpsuits and body armour fitted perfectly onto their bodies. Sandy had his computer out, and he was tapping away at the keyboard, trying to locate Agent Revelation. Every agent had a tracking device implanted in their body somewhere, so it shouldn't be too hard to find her. They made sure the truck was heading towards the Underground, and Sandy pulled up the tracking program on his computer. Several bleeping dots showed up, indicating the locations of several sleeper agents, but he couldn't see the dot that showed Revelation. [b]"Found her yet?"[/b] asked Agent Jones, slightly impatient. [b]"Not yet. I think if I input the code on Revelation's tracker, I can pinpoint her location. There's too much clutter on here at the moment. Gve me two seconds,"[/b] replied the European. He tapped at the keyboard, his fingers flying across the keys. A sudden beeping indicated Revelation's location. [b]"Found her. She's in what looks like a warehouse on the West side. Warehouse 51, general storage, been out of use for a long time,"[/b] he said. Agent Jones smiled underneath her helmet, and banged on the armoured glass that separated the dirver from the passengers. [b]"Warehouse 51, West Side,"[/b] she shouted through the glass. The driver nodded, and altered his course accordingly. [b]"Good work, Sandy,"[/b] said Agent Jones, [b]"You're a fine addition to the team."[/b] Ten minutes later they were outside Warehouse 51. Jones and Sandy leapt out of the back of the truck, their weapons at the ready. [b]"You ready?"[/b] asked Agent Jones at the door. Sandy nodded nervously, and Jones whirled round, delivering a powerful kick to the door, smashing it right off its hinges. The two agents moved in and spread out, their laser sights scanning across the floor. Sandy headed up the stairs, following the tracking system he had uploaded onto his PDA. She was close. Very close. [b]"Freeze,"[/b] said an emotionless voice from behind Sandy, and he felt the cold steel of a gun barrel on the back of his neck...[/font][/size] --- [size=1]I'm glad you're enjoying it thus far, seems I made a good impression with my first chapter. Hope this one is as good, and there will be more coming your way soon, and the plot will soon being to thicken...[/size] [/center]

[size=1]Sorry to do this to all of you, but I decided a while ago, back when I though this RP was dead as a doornail, that I wasn't going to continue with this one. I have a couple of new projects on the go currently, and I really don't have the time to give this one the concentration it deserves. So, I'm really sorry, I may redo this RP at a later date, but for now, I'm going to let it die. [/size][center][size=1][font=Impact][size=4][u][b]RP Closed[/b][/u][/size][/font][/size] [/center]

[center][b][size=1]Name: [/size][/b][size=1]Garrek Flynt[/size] [size=1][b]Age: [/b]27[/size] [size=1][b]Gender: [/b]Male[/size] [size=1][b]Race: [/b]Urla[/size] [size=1][b]Occupation: [/b]Soldier[/size] [size=1][b]Position: [/b]Special Operations[/size] [size=1][b][u]Weapons: [/u] [/b]Garrek carries two short swords, which he has strapped onto his back in two sheaths. He was issued with these once he entered the Special Operations unit of the Urla army. They are nothing special, they aren't enchancted, but they do well for him.[/size] [size=1]He also carries two dagger which look like shards of unblemished ice, except many, many times harder and more solid. They are more like diamonds, and almost unbreakable. He can also attach them together by the hilts and form a small double-ended knife, which Garrek can spin with extraordinary speed and accuracy.[/size] [size=1][b][u]Spells:[/u] [/b]N/A[/size] [b][size=1][u]Appearance:[/u] [url="http://rainbowcoast.holy.jp/kanasama-gippal.jpg"]Here[/url] [/size][/b][size=1]Garrek is a handsome, tanned man. He has spent most of his life in the sun, and on the ice, the reflections tanning his skin deeply. He carries his daggers on his hips and his swords on his back, strapped on by a thick leather thong. He usually wears a long black travelling cloak. He lost his eye in a battle long ago, and has worn the eyepatch ever since.[/size] [size=1][b][u]Personality: [/u] [/b]Garrek has often been described in only one way: sarcastic. He is always cracking jokes at other people's expense, but he is still well-liked, as he only ever does it jokingly.[/size] [size=1]However, he is dead serious about working as a soldier, and he holds a deep resentment about the opposing army. Many people he knew were killed when the Malroy army was wiped out, and he has held a grudge ever since. [/size] [size=1][b][u]Character Excerpt: [/u] [/b][coming soon][/size] [/center] [size=1] Sorry I have to edit this later, Jamie, I'll get it done ASAP. [/size]

[center][size=1][u][font=Impact][size=4]The OtakuBoards Directorate[/size][/font][/u] Just so no-one gets confused, this is an OB fanfiction, but with only slight references to the 'Boards. Names of members will be used, and some place names, but that it just about it. I'm trying to make this realistic. So, onto the bandwagon we jump! --- [u][font=Impact][size=3] Prologue: Behind Enemy Lines[/size][/font][/u] Two figures stood facing each other, the desert sands of the Eastern Desert swirling around them, stinging their eyes. They were both men, their features cast into strange shadows by the setting sun. The first man was tall, heavily built, wrapped in khaki-coloured rags, a semi-automatic pistol in his hand, a knife tucked in his belt. His eyes were practically glowing with unbridled rage. He raised a hand to stroke the week's growth of stubble on his chin, and ran a hand through his coarse, black hair. The other man was standing, but with the unsteady balance of an injured man, and sure enough, a splatter of crimson stained the sand underneath him, dripping from between his fingers, which were clutching his abdomen. This man was slightly shorter, and seemed strong, but in a less obvious way. His dirty brown hair waved in the wind, too long for his liking, and a rough patch of hair covered his chin. He was injured, but he still seemed strong. [b]"So, this is it, huh?"[/b] he asked, his accent English, [b]"You take me out into the desert and kill me, the sand covers up my body, you forget all about me? Is that how you work now?"[/b] [b]"You stood by my side for three weeks. I trusted you, and you betrayed me!"[/b] shouted the first man, his accent indistinguishable in the howling wind, [b]"Anyone who betrays my trust will be eliminated!" [/b] [b]"I told you...this was all a set up...we weren't after you, we were after your leader. We were after..." "Silence!"[/b] shouted the first man, raising the handgun and aiming it at the other, who by now had fallen to his knees, [b]"I am going to shoot you no matter what you tell me, but you can decide. Do I shoot you in the head, quick and painless, an honourable death, or do I shoot you in the stomach again, allowing your stomach acids to pour out into your body, burning you alive from the inside out? Tell me, who are you working for?" "I can't tell you that," [/b]gasped the second man, the pain of the first shot really beginning to take hold now, [b]"You know I can't tell you that..." [/b] [b]"Then I am sorry,"[/b] said the first man, a single tear running down his cheek. He pulled the trigger, and a bullet flew into his former friend's stomach. The man fell to the floor, blood pouring out of both his old wound and the new one, and the sand began to cover him. [b]"I am sorry. I truly am,"[/b] said the killer, and with that he disappeared into the sandstorm... [u][font=Impact][size=3]Chapter One: The Beginning[/size][/font][/u] Three Years Later... [i]2300, The Underground [/i] [b]"She's in,"[/b] crackled a voice over the comm device planted deep within Phil's ear, [b]"Switching to heat sensors." [/b] Phil lifted his binoculars into place, and flicked a switch, turning the vision mode to heat sensor, as his commander had ordered. This way, he could see all humans within the building, or at least every human that was giving off bodily heat. He quickly tagged one as the operative who was inside the building, and watched her movements. She really was the best. She managed to get past the bouncers at the top of the stairs within two minutes and already she was halfway down into the club. He knew that, with the meeting taking place in a club, he wouldn't be able to keep his sight on her for long. Too many bodies giving off heat, confusing the heat sensors. It was all a matter of time now. Phil looked at his watch. [i]2309[/i]. She should be out in six minutes, with or without the information. They couldn't afford to let this take too long, arousing suspicions, or they were busted, and they couldn't afford that. The late snow of winter had settled around the large industrial complex that housed the Underground, the club that had long been suspected of being a front for a large terrorist organisation, specialising in assassinations and smuggling immigrants into the country. This operation had taken months of planning and a large amount of wading through copious amounts of red tape. [i]2314[/i]. She should be out soon. Sure enough, within the next thirty seconds, she emerged from within the building. She nodded slightly, and Phil knew it was aimed at him. [b]"She's out,"[/b] he said, [b]"We need a pickup." [/b] Sure enough, as he said it, a sleek black car spun round the corner, stopping next to her, and one of the doors popped open. She got in the car, and it drove away. [b] "We have a successful pickup. All units return to the Waterfront,"[/b] said the commander's voice over the comm unit. Phil turned the key in the engine of the large black 4x4 he was sitting in, released the handbrake and sped away from the scene. --- [u]The Waterfront[/u] Phil pulled up outside a large, slightly delapidated-looking building on the waterfront. It was perhaps early nineteenth-century, fairly gothic, with a large sign over the door that stated it was "The Anthology." Phil entered the building, the heels of his shoes clicking on the old concrete, sending echoes into the depths of the building. He smiled. He had always liked old buildings, he could never really understand why, but he felt a strange affinity for them. The sounds his shoes made, the echoes, the shadows, they were all part of an atmosphere that was very important to him. He crossed the floor of the main room, and up to a wall that was definitely not original to the building. It was made of brushed steel, apparently very heavily armoured, with only a single door in it. Next to this door, made of similar brushed steel, was a bank of sensors: retina scans, fingerprint identification, and a keypad. Phil stepped up to them, placed one hand in the fingerprint identification scanner, settled his head into the retinal scanner, and punched in the code with his free hand. A few moments and a number of electronic beeps later, he was inside. A vast, cavernous room met his gaze, a large bank of computer monitors in the very centre, with a wall of television screens showing what looked like every news channel in the world simultaneously. BBC News 24, CNN, CBC Newsworld, even CCTV4 and 9, the Chinese news channels. Hundreds of people moved about, moving to and from computer workstations, carrying papers, documents, fetching tea and coffee, each one of them doing their own individual job. Phil walked straight through the hustle, acknowledging a couple of people he knew personally with slight nods of the head, and went upstairs to the Director's office as quickly as he could. He rapped twice on the door with his knuckles, and waited for the Director's permission to enter. [b]"Come in,"[/b] came the permissive voice a moment later. Phil pushed the tinted glass door open and stepped into the office. [b]"Ah, Phil,"[/b] said the Director, a tall, imposing female, her trouser-suit making her look nothing short of professional, [b]"I was expecting to see you soon. Sit down, please."[/b] Phil took seat in the swivel chair opposite the Director. She may have been impressive, but that didn't stop her from being an attractive woman. She was tall, willowy, with pale skin, deep green eyes and long black hair, but she seemed to exude something that made her almost fearsome on a one-to-one basis. [b]"Give me the rundown on the mission,"[/b] she said, her accent soft but still noticeable, and Phil had always placed her as being from central United States, Kansas or Nebraska was Phil's guess. [b]"It was entirely successful, ma'am,"[/b] he said politely but firmly, [b]"We got our agent inside the club and out again without suspicion, and she came into possession of this weapon they're planning to use. We now have a phial of the weapon, and we should be able to study it and ascertain what exactly it is." "So, the mission was entirely successful?"[/b] asked the Director, getting out of her chair and sitting on the desk in front of Phil, [b]"There were no slip-ups?" "Absolutely not, ma'am,"[/b] replied Phil calmly, [b]"I had one hundred per cent confidence in my team from the beginning, and they did not fail me." "No, they didn't fail you. But let me ask you one question: where is the agent you sent in right now?"[/b] said the Drector coldly. Phil thought back. He knew he had seen her get into a car. A black car with tinted windows. [b]"She got into one of the getaway cars,"[/b] he said, [b]"She should be here by now."[/b] [b]"Are you sure she got into one of the cars? Because we haven't had a report from her since before she entered the club. Have you?" [/b] Thoughts ran through Phil's head. [i]Her driver could have gotten lost on the way...there could be heavy traffic on her route...she definitely got into the car... But anyone could have been driving that car. We never checked it was one of our agents. Someone could have picked up on our radio frequency, it wasn't blocked, and it wasn't entirely secure. That car could have been any one of hundreds of black cars with tinted windows in the city.[/i] [b] "Dammit!"[/b] he cried, smashing his hands on the desk, [b]"We've lost her. She's been taken prisoner by someone. We need to find her now!"[/b] --- [i]Twenty minutes earlier[/i] She exited the club, the phial safely in her pocket. Once she got back to the Anthology, they could sample it and find out exactly what it was. She allowed herself to smile a little as she got into the car. The mission had been entirely uneventful. She didn't recognise the driver, but that was normal for this kind of government organisation. They liked to keep things secret, even from their agents. She didn't talk to the driver, no-one ever did, not until he took a wrong turning. [b]"Um, excuse me,"[/b] she said, leaning forward from her backseat into the front, [b]"I think you've turned the wrong way. We can't get back to the Anthology from here." [/b] The driver ignored her, and continued driving, now entering the industrial part of town. This was all wrong. [b]"Excuse me!"[/b] she shouted at the driver, [b]"You're going the wrong way!" [/b] Suddenly, the driver stopped the car, and turned around. [b]"You have the phial in your pocket?"[/b] he asked, his accent definitely not familiar to her. Possibly Middle Eastern, but she couldn't be sure. [b]"Yes. I have it,"[/b] she said, keeping her fear locked tightly away from him, making sure he didn't see it. [b]"Give it to me,"[/b] he said forcefully, holding his hand out. [b]"I can't. I have to wait and hand it over to the Director." "Give it to me," [/b]he said, a little more forcefully, drawing a pistol from his jacket and aiming it at her, [b]"Or I swear to God, I will kill you."[/b] She panicked slightly at this, and reached into her pocket. She felt the small metal phial brush againt her fingers, but she felt something else as well. She grabbed it, and pulled her hand from her pocket. [b] "Give it to me,"[/b] the driver repeated. She lifted her arm, and sprayed a quarter of the contents of the can of Mace into his eyes. He screamed, rubbing his eyes as hard as he could, trying to regain the sight in them and remove the pain. He dropped his gun, which clattered into the region between the gearstick and the seat. She grabbed it and kicked the car door open, leaping out. He managed to regain enough sight to wrench his own door open and get out onto the street. They were in a dark alley, storm drains lining the sides, steam coming from manhole covers. Winter's first slushy snow nestled itself in the gutters, leaving the floor slick to the touch. [b]"You stupid bitch,"[/b] he said, [b]"You don't know what you're getting yourself into. It will be far easier for you in the future if you simply hand the phial over and let us be done with it." [/b] As he was saying this, he slowly reached into his belt and pulled out a switchblade, flicking the blade out with his thumb. He advanced on her in a predatory fashion, knife drawn. She aimed the gun directly at him, but still he advanced, his footsteps slow and purposeful. He had all the time in the world. Suddenly, he leapt into action, and she pulled the trigger three times, blasting three ragged holes in his chest. He was thrown backwards by the force of the shots, and landed on the ground in a bloody heap. Her training kicked in, and she heaved the body back into the car, and, stepping back a few paces, unloaded two shots into the petrol tank, setting the car, and the body within alight. She turned away from the burning wreckage and activated her commlink. [b]"This is Agent Revelation reporting. Do you copy?" --- [/b]So, tell me what you think of the first chapter. The second one is already underway, and don't worry, you will find out what the prologue is all about very soon. Until next time... [/size][/center]

[size=1]As requested by bossman Will, here are Galvamon's attacks: [/size][size=1][b]Beetle Blast: [/b]Raising himself into an almost-upright position using his pistons and opening the hatch mounted on his back, Galvamon releases dozens of missiles, each one shaped like a bee, and propels them towards his enemy. They home in on their target to a degree, and have incredible destructive power. [b]Galvanise: [/b]Galvamon stops completely, smashes his pistons into the ground, and hoists himself into the air. He then raises all the hatches on his back, and charges energy into his pincers. Using this attack, he turns from a tank to a mounted weapon station, and with a single thought, he fires every single one of his weapons at his opponent/s. This attack can hit multiple targets, and is incredibly powerful. Sorry it took me so long to post in the actual game thread *hangs head in shame* [/size]

[size=1]Alex sat atop a large hill, overlooking a wide, changing landscape, parts of it occupied by fields, plants, trees, some of it occupied by industry, factories. Yet another part of it was residential, taken up by houses and retail outlets. Alex took a deep breath and then sighed the air from his mouth slowly. He had seen much of the world, from the heavy industry and bustle of Central London to the almost-deserted peace of the deserts of Mexico, but he liked it best here, in the United States. Everything was pure, nothing was fake or forced. He loved every part of it. He closed his eyes and leant his head back, breathing in the cool night air that surrounded him. His breath emerged from his mouth in massive, billowing clouds, and he felt the cool air wash over him, refreshing him after a long hot day. Suddenly, a bleeping in his pocket snapped him out of the almost trance-like state he was in. He searched around himself, slightly confused about the fact that he had turned his phone off several hours earlier, and it wasn't even on his person. [i]But what about that other thing you picked up? [/i]he asked himself. He reached into his pocket and fished out the small electronic device he had found in this very same park not long ago. He had assumed it was someone's MP3 player, and was planning to hand it in to lost property at the police station at the first opportunity, but he hadn't gotten round to it yet. He looked at the small screen on it, which was flashing with lights and some kind of electronic coding. [b]"What is this thing?" [/b]he whispered, before it flashed so brightly he lost all sight in both his eyes... [/size][center]--- [left][size=1]Alex woke up, blinking the dots from in front of his eyes. He rubbed them to speed up the process and sat up. The world he opened his eyes to was a very different one from the one he had been knocked unconscious in. Trees surrounded him, as well as strange plants at ankle-height. He got to his feet, slowly so as to avoid a headrush, and looked around. [b]"I don't think I'm in Kansas any more," [/b]he said softly, laughing a little at the small joke. He definitely wasn't. Palm trees surrounded him, as well as those small red flowers and lush, blue foliage. It was the most beautiful, clean place Alex had ever seen. He walked slowly forwards, carefully avoiding stepping on any of the plants, until he heard the sound of gently flowing water. He had heard this kind of sound before, and sensed it might be a small pool or oasis of some kind, and followed the sounds until he came to the edge of a large lake. He looked out across it, and even over the other side, he saw unbridled nature, unspoilt beauty in every direction he looked. The water sparkled in the sunlight, and cool air wafted across the surface of the lake, making the reflections dance. Suddenly, Alex heard a shuffling behind him. He whirled around and saw a small shadow in the undergrowth behind him. He knelt down to try and get a better look. [b]"Come on out little fella," [/b]he said softly, [b]"I'm not going to hurt you." [/b]The little creature seemed nervous, but soon he overcame his nerves and shuffled out of the bushes. It seemed to be a small, waist-high beetle-like creature. Alex was a little startled as he saw it, but he shook it off. He seemed to be in a different world, so different wildlife was bound to be around him. [b]"I've been waiting for you to turn up," [/b]the creature said. Alex was even more startled at this. [b]"Did you...talk? You can talk?" [/b]he asked, slightly confused. [b]"Of course I can talk. All of us Digimon can talk, everyone knows that...oh, except you don't, do you? You're not from around here. Sorry about all this, it might come as a bit of a shock to you. My name's KoKabuterimon, and I'm what we call a Digital Monster, or Digimon for short. It might take a bit of explaining, so first why don't you tell me your name, stranger?" [/b]asked the little thing. It was surprisingly articulate for a small, beetle-like creature. [b]"My name's Alex. It's nice to meet you, KoKabuterimon..."[/b] [/size][/left] [/center] [size=1][/size]

[b][size=1]"Are we going to be introduced?" [/size][/b][size=1]asked one of the Guardians, standing behind the one who had opened the door. Kane felt tendrils of something creeping slowly into his mind, and he called upon his own limited psychic powers to block it out. [b]"I can feel you trying to enter my mind, Mordred," [/b]said Kane calmly, gleaning what little information he could from this man's well-shielded mind, [b]"And I would advise that you refrain from doing so in future." "You have mental blocks set up? So you are a psychic?" [/b]asked The Mentalist, [b]"Most interesting, Kane Aldritch. You are not the only one who can glean information from other people's minds, you know." "Do you want to let us non-psychics in on this little conversation of yours, Mordred?" [/b]asked another of the Guardians, a young woman in her seat. [b]"I do apologise, Holly," [/b]said Mordred, [b]"Please, Kane, introduce yourself and we will do the same." "I'm Kane Aldritch. The Scion of Balance." [/b]This simple statement was enough to shock almost every occupant of the room into silence, save for Malekith and Uriel, who sat in stony silence. [b]"So it's true. You do exist," [/b]said one of the other females, getting to her feet, [b]"We were beginning to wonder if Malekith would ever find you." "Why do you need me? What's so important?" [/b]asked Kane. [b]"In time, young man," [/b]said Malekith, gesturing for Kane to sit down, [b]"You will learn the secrets of yourself. But for now, allow us to introduce ourselves. As you know, I am Malekith, The Alchemist." "I am Mordred Del'Averia, The Mentalist." "Uriel Arcan, The Necromancer." "Hollyhock Everlian, The Warmonger." "Xinatioa Youvinea, The Energist." "Kannes Erskine, The Timestreamer." "Mirichai Tauran, The Planer." "Illaria Enfinati, The Druid." [/b]They all fell into silence. [b]"Now, Kane, you wished to know why you are so important?" [/b]said Malekith, [b]"You know of the Pillars, I assume? The Nine Pillars of Meridian, the Pillars that we, as Guardians, are assigned to," [/b]Kane nodded, [b]"Well, there are truly only eight Pillars of power. But the ninth is the most important of all. The Pillar of Balance stands in the centre of the other eight. To activate their power, all eight Pillars must be activated, and their energies passed through the Ninth, the Pillar of Balance. Without you, the world cannot be given new life." "So I'm in charge of combining all your energies and creating new life for the world?" [/b]asked Kane. [b]"Indeed you are. But with the title Scion of Balance comes a great deal of responsibility. You must keep all our powers in check as we travel towards the Pillars. None of us must use our powers more than any of the others. Do you understand this, Kane?" [/b]asked Mordred. [b]"I do. I will do my duty for this world, and destroy the Ancients." "Good. Then we must depart," [/b]said Malekith. [b]"Right away?" [/b]asked Mirichai. [b]"Immediately. We must travel to the Pillars and find them as soon as possible. The world is literally tearing itself apart at the seams. If we delay this any longer, then we doom it to destruction." "Not only that," [/b]said Uriel, speaking properly for the first time, [b]"But the Ancients are going to be looking for us. They will do anything to stop themselves being erased from this planet, and that means destroying us." "We must leave immediately. Pack only that which is necessary and leave now," [/b]said Malekith urgently, [b]"We travel tonight."[/b] [/size]

[center][size=1][b][u][size=3]Circle of Nine [size=2]Part One: The Beginning [/size][/size][/u][/b][size=3][size=2][size=1]The cold rain beat heavily down upon the walls of Dark Eden, soaking the sentries posted outside to the bone. Hundreds of sodden, dripping Ancients were standing on the tops of the walls of the fortress, watching and waiting for anyone who came within a hundred feet of the castle. The castle itself was made of stone so dark it seemed to absorb light into it. It created a sort of ghostly black aura of anti-light, a hazy, shimmering area of nothingness surrounding the walls. A single light could be seen, emerging from a window right atop the highest tower. Inside this room sat the Council of Ancients. These were Twelve powerful beings who were the voices of The Nemesis, the true ruler of Meridian. They made decisions on his part, as The Nemesis was never seen outside his inner sanctum. [b]"We have gained reports of the Nine Pillar Guardians. They have been awoken, and are searching for the Pillars. They seek to reactivate them and allow the world to go through the process of rebirth," [/b]said one of the Council, a tall, willowy male. [b]"The Pillar Guardians are but a myth!" [/b]exclaimed a second, this one shorter and stockier, [b]"There is no such thing!" "War Minister Grae, please allow your fellow Council member to finish," [/b]said the Ancient sitting at the head of the table, the one who was clearly the leader. The War Minister sat down hurriedly. [b]"Thank you, sir. As I was saying, the Pillar Guardians seek to reactivate the Nine Pillars. This would mean certain destruction for us, and victory for the humans. I think I speak for all of us when I say that this would be...unacceptable. The only solution is to seek out the Guardians and destroy them. That way the Pillars can never be reactivated, and we are safe once more," [/b]said the first Ancient softly. [b]"I agree," [/b]said the head Ancient gently, [b]"We must seek them out and kill the Eight of them right now." "Eight? Sir, there are Nine Pillar Guardians." "I know this. There is one I want kept alive. I have special interest in them. Lord Kathros?" [/b]he called. A tall, but slightly hunched Ancient stood up from his seat at the table, and bowed slightly. [b]"Yes, my lord?" "Send out four of your finest assassins to find and eliminate the Guardians. But there is one I wish for you to bring back alive." "Which one, sir?" "I will reveal this information to you, and only you, at the correct time. Now, send them out. I want the Guardians dead before sunrise." --- [/b]Kane sat inside the ruin of a human fortress that was situated on top of a large hill. He was trying to find shelter from the driving rain, as he was wet and cold, and needed somewhere to start a fire. He coughed, and his breath came out in a cloud of steam. He shivered as he wrapped his jacket tighter around himself. He would try and start a fire, but he knew it was futile in this weather. Just as he had settled himself down to get some rest, something flew through the air, and smashed on the ground in front of him. He opened his eyes, and a small fire was burning brightly in front of him, surrounded by small pieces of broken glass. Kane looked up into the rain, and saw a dark figure standing over him. [b]"Who are you?" [/b]he asked, his voice quivering from the cold, [b]"How did you do that?" "I think you know the answer to the second question. The answer to the first is Malekith," [/b]the figure replied. [b]"You're Malekith?" "That's my name, but it reveals very little about me. My title, however, well that reveals a lot more. I am known among many as The Alchemist." [/b]Kane gasped at this, and fumbled around in his jacket for the piece of parchment he had been carrying around for weeks now, ever since those wings had emerged from his back. [i]...Guardian of States, also known as The Alchemist, [/i][/size][/size][/size][/size][i][size=1]holding the power of the nature of the physical world, including chemicals and all the laws governing the physical world, including electromagnetism and gravity... [/size][/i][size=1][b]"You're really him? The Alchemist?" "Indeed I am, young man. And you are?" "My name is Kane Aldritch. I am The Scion of Balance." [/b]The man seemed unphased by this remark. [b]"Are you the only one? Have you found more?" [/b]asked Kane hurriedly. [b]"I have found more, young man. In fact, you're the last one I needed. I've found every last one of the Pillar Guardians." "Where are the rest?" [/b]asked Kane excitedly, barely hiding his exhilaration. [b]"They are nearby. I will take you to them," [/b]he said, turning and walking away, his cloak flapping in the howling gale. Kane noticed he was carrying a book, a large, heavy, leather-bound tome, and a long, black staff, made of obsidian or some such material. Kane felt his equipment was paltry in comparison. Eventually, after walking in silence for some ten minutes, they reached a small, run-down building, with a thatched roof. Malekith strode over to it and rapped smartly on the door with his knuckles. [b]"Who is it?" [/b]came a low, suspicious-sounding voice from the other side of the door. [b]"It's Malekith." [/b]The door swung open, and Malekith gestured for Kane to enter... --- OOC: Alright, this is how it breaks down. The rest of the Guardians are inside the building. You have all met, you've gotten to know each other, but only a little, seeing as Malekith only just brought you all together. Malekith and myself have only just arrived. Joko, you can narrate your journey to meet up with me, or you can just carry on from where I've left off. The rest of you, have a little interaction with each other, but then at some point, have Malekith and I enter the room. Then we can see where it goes from there. As always, PM me if there are any questions. [/size][size=1][/size][/center]

[center][size=1][b][size=3]Sign-ups are now [u]closed[/u][/size][/b][size=3] [size=1]Thank you to everyone who signed up, I am impressed at how quickly I managed to fill all nine spots. Unfortunately, not everyone can participate in this one. I need only nine people, including myself. So here is the cast list: [/size][/size][/size][font=Verdana][color=Black][size=1] Gavin - Uriel Arcan aka The Necromancer [/size][/color][/font][font=Verdana][color=Black][size=1] Ozymandius Jones - Hollyhock Everlian aka The Warmonger Jokopoko - Malekith aka The Alchemist [/size][/color][/font][size=1]Ikillion - [/size][font=Verdana][color=Black][size=1]Xinatioa Youvinea aka The Energist StarrStruck - Kannes Erskine aka The Timestreamer Sakura - Mirichai Tauran aka The Planer Sinistra - Illaria Enfinati aka The Druid Ezekiel - Mordred Del'Averia aka The Mentalist Blayze - Kane Aldritch aka The Scion of Balance [/size][/color][/font] [size=1]Congratulations to you all, and condolences to those who didn't quite make it. If all goes to plan, there will be a second part to this, so you are more than welcome to sign up then. As for this time round, I should have the Square thread up by the end of the day. Thank you to you all for letting this move so quickly. Let the games begin. [/size][/center]

[center][size=1][b][u][size=3]The Scion of Balance[/size][/u][/b] [u][b]Name: [/b][/u]Kane Aldritch, the Scion of Balance [/size][size=1][u][b]Age: [/b][/u] 26 [/size][size=1][b][u]Gender:[/u][/b] Male [/size][size=1][b][u]Appearance: [/u][/b]Kane is a good-looking young man. His jet-black hair falls gracefully into his eyes, which are a shocking, electric blue. His skin is lightly tanned, just so much that it is not deathly pale, but he is not overly tanned. He has a number of bodily tattoos, one ringing around his left bicep, in a sort of tribal-style, and one across his chest in the shape of a huge, flame-red bird in flight. He wears a simple white shirt, which, by now, has become slightly creased, and a dark suede jacket with a high collar. His trousers are a similar dark suede to his jacket, but are worn loosely, with a belt with a few pouches hanging off it holding them up, and he has a black chain around his torso which keeps his swords attached to his back. His feet are clad in large black leather boots, which have become scuffed through a lot of use. Since the two enormous black wings burst from his back, he has taken to strapping them up with thick leather straps and wearing his clothes over the top of them. This way, he can walk around without people thinking he is a spy for the Ancients, but his wings are easily accessible when he needs them. [/size][size=1][b][u]Personality: [/u][/b] Kane is, contrary to the Pillar which he guards, an extremely unbalanced individual. He has many conflicting emotions within him, there is much anger over the untimely deaths of his parents, there is also sadness over this event. There is happiness that, while his parents were snatched away from him, his twin sister is still with him. He cares for his sister more than anything in the world, and would do anything to protect her from danger. He is loyal and trustworthy, but he is also headstrong, and often rushes into situations unprepared. [/size][size=1][b][u]Weapons:[/u][/b] Kane merely carries a pair of short swords. There is nothing special about these weapons, he only carries them because his father gave them to him when he was very young. [/size][size=1][b][u]Pillar:[/u][/b] Balance. As the Scion of Balance, Kane has a degree of power over all eight of the other Pillars, as well as having the unique power to combine all eight powers into one, the ability with which he is destined to save the world. He can utilise small portions of the power of each Pillar to do his will. However, he is unaware that he is the most important of the Nine, and he is unaware that he is destined to be the one who heals the world. --- Alrighty, folks, you're all doing great. I forgot to mention when I first posted the sign-up sheet, could you put what kind of thing you can do with your powers under the "Pillar" section of your sign-up? My fault entirely, I just forgot to put it in. Anyway, I'm going to say that you are all accepted! Those of you who aren't finished yet (Zeke and Ikillion), I know you're worth the wait, so I'm accepting you as well. So our current cast is: Ikillion - [/size][font=Verdana][color=Black][size=1]Xinatioa Youvinea aka The Energist Ezekiel - Mordred Del'Averia aka The Mentalist Ozymandius Jones - Hollyhock Everlian aka The Warmonger Gavin - Uriel Arcan aka The Necromancer Blayze - Kane Aldritch aka The Scion of Balance Congrats! Everyone else, keep those sign-ups coming! [/size][/color][/font][/center]

[center][size=1][u][b][size=3]Circle of Nine[/size][/b][/u] Our world is becoming dominated by darkness. Only the Guardians can save us...[/size] [size=1]---[/size] [size=1]We live within a tortured world. The skies were scorched, the land was ravaged, the seas were contaminated, all in the name of war. It has been many years since peace reigned over Meridian, this fragile world we now inhabit. Not since the days of the Ancients have we known peace...[/size] [size=1]Centuries ago, when this world was created by the Elder God, there was peace between the two races that inhabited it. The first race was known as the Ancients, men and women made in the image of the Elder God, and made only to worship him. They had bright blue eyes, black hair and large, feathered wings on their backs. They were revered as deities on Meridian, messengers to the Elder God, and they maintainted balance.[/size] [size=1]However, the second race, humans, were more troublesome. They were never made to worship anyone, or anything, the Elder God merely hoped they would decide to worship him of their own free will. Some did, but most did not. They saw the Ancients for what they really were, mere pawns of the Elder God, and, believing that they were superior, waged war on the Ancients.[/size] [size=1]But the Ancients, being favoured by the Elder God, drew upon their immense power and fought back, destroying vast numbers of humans. The Ancients were so powerful that they wiped out all but a few of the humans, including those loyal to the Elder God, believing that they could turn against the Ancients some day.[/size] [size=1]The remaining humans were driven into hiding, occasionally launching an attack on the Ancients, but to no great avail. All they could do was wait and increase their numbers, hoping for an opportunity to launch a great assault on the Ancients.[/size] [size=1]Meanwhile, the Ancients were building up their power, constructing massive fortresses to contain themselves from the humans, as well as weapons and equipment that the Elder God himself blessed. They were far stronger than the humans could ever be.[/size] [size=1]But the humans have found a way to end the war, and bring balance back to Meridian. The Pillars...[/size] [size=1]An ancient prophecy told of the coming of Nine powerful beings, part-human, part-Ancient, who would find the Pillars and bring balance back to Meridian. They would be the Pillar Guardians, each with their own area of power.[/size] [size=1]The Guardian of Death, holding the power of the cycle of life, death and rebirth, that which the Ancients hold most dear.[/size] [size=1]The Guardian of Conflict, holding the power of interaction of beings and objects, and new beings and objects rising from this interaction.[/size] [size=1]The Guardian of States, holding the power of the nature of the physical world, including chemicals and all the laws governing the physical world, including electromagnetism and gravity.[/size] [size=1]The Guardian of Energy, holding the power of the vital force which animates creation and allows for the changing of all things.[/size] [size=1]The Guardian of Time, holding the power of the cyclical flow of time and the fated events to take place in order of their happening.[/size] [size=1]The Guardian of Dimension, holding the power of the dual directionality of the fabric of existence, allowing things which exist to exist and preventing things which do not exist from existing.[/size] [size=1]The Guardian of Nature, holding the power of the growth and evolution of living things, and everything which is animated or can be said to have a soul.[/size] [size=1]The Guardian of the Mind, holding the power of the soul itself, or the soul as it perceives itself, including all psychology, the study of the mind in relation to itself.[/size] [size=1]And finally, the Guardian of Balance, being the interactions of all eight other spheres of law, and all things which fall under the auspices of more than one set of laws. This allows for the existence of things such as neurology (a combination of Mind and States), sociology and politics (a combination of Mind and Conflict). Balance governs all of existence through its governship of the laws themselves, and is, as such, the most important Guardian.[/size] [size=1]However, the Ancients themselves have discovered the legend of the Pillar Guardians, and are seeking to destroy the Nine Pillars, destroying humankind once and for all.[/size] [size=1]I fear the end is closing in...[/size] [size=1]---[/size] [size=1]Kane Aldritch fell to his knees, coughing as something agonisingly painful ripped through his body. Waves of nausea and sharp pain shot through his veins like ice. He gasped, and a splatter of blood fell onto the dusty ground. His eyes bulged in his head as the flesh on his back, just over his shoulder-blades ripped and burst, sending two enormous black wings ripping into the air. Blood dripped steadily from them as they flapped experimentally, and then a final beat of the wings shook all the ebony fluid from them in one go.[/size] [size=1]Kane got to his feet, pushing his jet-black hair out of his eyes. He flapped his wings a few times to see how powerful they were, as people all around him fell to their knees in terror, or drew their weapons angrily.[/size] [size=1][b]"He's a spy! He's been sent by the Ancients to destroy us from within!"[/b] cried one man, his crossbow shaking in his pale hands, [b]"Kill him!"[/b][/size] [size=1]The men around him lined up, aiming their crossbows at him. He panicked and launched himself into the air, flapping his wings as hard as he could, crossbow bolts zinging through the air as they rushed past his ear. He did not know what to do, so he simply flew away from the men, trying to find somewhere peaceful to land, to comprehend what just happened to him...[/size] [size=1]---[/size] [size=1]Across Meridian, eight more just like Kane fell to the floor, their ancient and untold potential emerging from within. Eight humans discover something about their heritage that they were unaware of before. Eight humans discover that they are able to save the world.[/size] [size=1]They are the Circle of Nine, the Pillar Guardians.[/size] [size=1]---[/size] [size=1]Here's a little bit of information about this RP.[/size] [size=1]It is a fantasy-based RP, loosely based on some of the aspects of the Legacy of Kain games, but completely different. If I'm lucky and this is as popular as I am hoping it will be, there may be more to come after this. If not, we can make a good go at this one.[/size] [size=1]I will be accepting eight and only eight participants, there are no arguments about this, and my decision as to who is in is final. Each player will be playing the part of one of the Pillar Guardians, and here are the options:[/size] [size=1]The Guardian of Death, aka The Necromancer - this Guardian is able to control life and death, bringing cadavers back into a state of half-life, and destroying the souls of the living. They are also in control of the delicate power of rebirth, controlling whether someone should be granted another chance at life. [b](Gavin)[/b][/size] [size=1]The Guardian of Conflict, aka The Warmonger - this Guardian can control people's state of conflict, pushing them into a fight, or even starting wars with a single thought. They can also decide whether or not a war is just, and end it with another thought. [b](Ozymandius Jones)[/b][/size] [size=1]The Guardian of States, aka The Alchemist - this Guardian can control all chemicals and compounds, bending the creation of these chemicals to their will. They can also control such laws of physical nature as gravity and electromagnetism. [b](Jokopoko)[/b][/size] [size=1]The Guardian of Energy, aka The Energist - this Guardian holds the power to all creation in their hands, and is, in some ways, the most powerful Guardian. They can drain life force from living beings, and take energy from anything that emits it. [b](Ikillion)[/b][/size] [size=1]The Guardian of Time, aka The Timestreamer - this Guardian holds the keys to the Timestream. They can step into it and move back and forth at their own will, and with this ability they can also see the entire Timestream, past, present and future, all at the same time. [b](StarrStruck)[/b][/size] [size=1]The Guardian of Dimension, aka The Planer - this Guardian controls existence. They can judge whether things exist or otherwise, and put these things right. They are also able to step through the barriers holding dimensions apart at will, stepping from one universe to the next. [b](Sakura)[/b][/size] [size=1]The Guardian of Nature, aka The Druid - this Guardian holds the power of growth and evolution, and is able to control plant growth as well as the growth of humans and other living creatures. They hold the power of the environment, and are able to do such things as transform earth into water and vice versa. [b](Sinistra)[/b][/size] [size=1]The Guardian of the Mind, aka The Mentalist - this Guardian is able to control people's minds, and they are often mistaken for a mere telepath. But the Guardian of the Mind is much more than that. They can create or destroy the mind with ease, and view a person's soul as they perceive it themselves. [b](Ezekiel)[/b][/size] [size=1]The Guardian of Balance, aka the Scion of Balance - this Guardian is able to control all of the other Guardians, and bring their abilities together. The Scion is truly the mst powerful Guardian, as they hold the power of all eight others. Without the Scion, the world would crumble [b](Blayze)[/b][/size] [b][u][size=2]Information on the world of Meridian:[/size][/u][/b] [size=1]Meridian is a strange place. It is like our world in many ways, but in many more ways it is completely different. The main religion is that of the Elder God, a vastly powerful God who built the world's first race, the Ancients, in his own image. They were born with jet black hair and electric-blue eyes, as well as black feathered wings on their backs, and they were only supposed to worship the Elder God.[/size] [size=1]But the Elder God was not content, and he was a great lover of conflict. So he created the humans, beings with entirely free will. In one portion of his mind, the Elder God hoped that the humans would worship him of their own free will, but in another, he wished that they would turn on the Ancients' faith.[/size] [size=1]And they did. They renounced the Elder God, and from this simple action came Holy War. The Ancients and the humans fought, but the Ancients were too powerful. The humans were driven into hiding, and the Ancients built their own impenetrable fortress, known only as the Dark Eden, a huge black castle, surrounded by massive walls that were reinforced with the sorcery of the Elder God. The leader of the Ancients, and the self-proclaimed voice of the Elder God resides within this fortress, and he is known only as The Nemesis. He has five great warriors who act as his personal bodyguards, and they guard the path to his inner chambers. No-one has ever penetrated the inner sanctum of Dark Eden.[/size] [size=1]However, there was a prophecy created at the time of the humans' creation which stated that Nine Pillars, created by powerful sorcerers, would be reactivated when the world needed them most. In this time of war, the world needs the Pillar Guardians more than ever.[/size] [size=1]The Pillar Guardians are Nine beings, half-human, half-Ancient, who have a sacred quest to reactivate the Nine Pillars, and save the world.[/size] [size=1]---[/size] [size=1]Here is what I am going to need from you in terms of a sign-up:[/size] [size=1][b]Name:[/b] something fantasy-like[/size] [size=1][b]Age:[/b] 18-29[/size] [size=1][b]Gender:[/b] male or female (duh)[/size] [size=1][b]Appearance:[/b] a picture or detailed description will be fine, both would be great (remember, everyone is half-Ancient, so there has to be some kind of hint of Ancient in your looks. I have the whole lot, the black hair, blues eyes and wings, but you don't have to have all three)[/size] [size=1][b]Personality:[/b] a decent paragraph, an in-depth look at your personality if what I'm looking for here[/size] [size=1][b]Weapons:[/b] remember, fantasy. Swords, axes etc. would be ideal[/size] [size=1][b]Pillar:[/b] which Pillar are you Guardian of? Remember, everything is listed above[/size] [size=1]I'm not going to ask you for a Bio or Character Snippet, as this means you have to be able to convince me into letting you into the RP with the rest of your sign-up (hint: personality is the main part I'm going to be judging). This also allows for greater character development in-game.[/size] [size=1]I think that's all I need to put here, if there are any questions then please don't hesitate to contact me via PM or IM if you have my addresses. Enjoy creating your characters, and mine will be up fairly soon.[/size] [/center]

[font=Verdana][size=1]The journey into the compound was long and somewhat uneventful. Phil shoved a stick of chewing gum between his teeth as Commander Roos had an exchange of words with Latigo. He didn't need ESP like John to tell that the entire team was nervous, more so than they had really ever been. He chewed, trying to focus on the task at hand. He didn't need any distractions if he was supposed to do his job properly. Soon enough the team moved forward, fully submerging themselves into the compound. Phil took a deep breath of the air, and tasted a strange mixture of chemicals. He knew oxygen was there, as well as the requisite amounts of nitrogen and carbon dioxide, and the rest of the chemicals that should have been there. But he could have sworn that he also tasted...sulfur... [/size][/font][size=1][b]"Phil, get me long range intel on this street and all surrounding buildings double pace. We will meet up at that diner in ten minutes. Move,"[/b] said the commander. The team split.[/size] [font=Verdana][size=1] Phil slid his visor into place, registering the readings it was throwing off. He made sure that the safety was off both on his automatic rifle and his handgun, and ran halfway down the street. His footsteps echoed as they shouldn't within a normally-populated area, and his feet crunched on some strange kind of gravel underfoot. He looked around, and opened comm with Roos. [b]"Commander," [/b]he said, [b]"I'm counting twenty-five buildings, thirteen on the left, twelve on the right. About two-thirds of them are over 20 storeys. Most likely housing, accomodation. Heat sensors and infra-red are giving no signs that anyone is around. It looks like we're all alone in here. There's this strange kind of aura about the place, though. You see this black fog we're surrounded by? I'm not getting any readings on any of my chemical sensors. Apparently whatever it is...doesn't exist." "It's not that it doesn't exist, Phil," [/b]replied the commander, [b]"It's that our sensors have never come into contact with it before. This is an entirely new chemical compound." "Well, whatever it is, I'm not getting any readings that it could be harmful. I guess it's a good thing, otherwise we'd all be dead!" [/b]he said with a nervous laugh, the speed of his chewing increasing. [b]"Calm down, Phil. We're barely five minutes into this mission. Don't lose it just yet." "Sorry, commander. I've just...never had to save the world before. It's a new experience for me," [/b]he said, shaking his head. [i]Get back into the zone, Phil, [/i]he told himself, [i]Come on, just keep cool. [/i][b]"Uh, the buildings that are under twenty storeys are most likely basic facilities, hospital, convenience stores, a gymnasium, the kind of thing every human being needs to survive." "Good work, Phil. Meet us at the diner ASAP. Roos out." [/b]Phil disconnected his comm and sighed. This wasn't as stressful as he had though, so far at least. He had done much harder things back in the world of general mercenary work. But he had a feeling that things were going to become much, much harder... [/size][/font]

[center][b][size=1][u]Name: [/u] [/size][/b][size=1]Alex Jackson[/size] [size=1][b][u]Age: [/u] [/b]19[/size] [u][size=1][b]Appearance: [/b][/size][/u] [size=1][url="http://www.elbakin.net/fantasy/heros_semaines/img/chad.jpg"][b]Here[/b][/url] Alex is a tall, imposing figure, standing at over 6 foot, and many people who know him are slightly afraid of him due to his size. He generally wears dark clothes, either very dark blue or black, generally a pair of jeans and a shirt. He also often wears a pair of black fingerless gloves over his hands, just to keep his palms warm.[/size] [size=1][b][u]Elemental:[/u] [/b]Metal [/size] [size=1][b][u]Elemental Crest: [/u] [/b]Prudence[/size] [size=1][b][u]D-Elemental Colour: [/u] [/b]Gloss Black[/size] [size=1][b][u]Digimon: [/u][url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/KoKabuterimon.jpg"]KoKabuterimon[/url] [/b] Although he looks fearsome, KoKabuterimon is a gentle soul, who hates violence of any sort. That said, he is short, but an extremely strong Rookie Digimon, using his large feet and horns to great effect in battle.[/size] [size=1][u][i]Attacks:[/i][/u][/size] [size=1][b]Scoop Smash: [/b]KoKabuterimon lifts his enemies into the air with his horns and smashes them down to earth again with a bang.[/size] [size=1][b]Beetle Lariat: [/b]He shoots sharp, pointed barbs from his forearms. This attack, while it has more range than Scoop Smash, is harder to perform while moving, and is often less powerful.[/size] [size=1][b]Digivolution Line:[/b][/size] [i][size=1]Baby - [url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/Pabumon.jpg"][b]Pabumon[/b][/url][/size][/i] [size=1] [b]Bubble Blow: [/b]Pabumon blows adhesive bubbles from its mouth. [i]In-Training - [url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/Motimon.jpg"][b]Motimon[/b] [/url] [/i][b]Bubble Blow: [/b]Motimon blows elastic bubbles from his mouth. [i]Rookie - KoKabuterimon [/i]see above [i]Champion - [url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/BladeKuwagamon.jpg"][b]BladeKuwagamon[/b][/url] [/i][b]Spark Blade: [/b]BladeKuwagamon pierces his enemies with his blades, but only when they are glowing. This attack will be less effective when the blades are not glowing. [b]Air Knife: [/b]By vibrating his blades extremely quickly, BladeKuwagamon can suck the air out of a small area, creating a small-scale vacuum wave, which can suck enemies from his surroundings into his blades. [i]Ultimate - [url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/MetalKuwagamon.jpg"][b]MetalKuwagamon[/b][/url] [/i][b]Homing Laser: [/b]MetalKuwagamon aims both his hands at his enemy, and with a shout, jumps into the air and fires off all five of the laser cannons on either hand, blasting ten powerful lasers towards his enemies. On contact, these lasers can cause large explosions to occur. [b]Emit Blade: [/b]MetalKuwagamon emits a smaller, more concentrated charge from his laser cannons, which do not reach as far out from his hands, but are far more powerful as a cutting weapon. It ends up as though he has five small laser blades emerging from his fingers, and he can use these blades to cut his opponents apart. [i]Perfect - [url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/TyrantKabuterimon.gif"][b]TyrantKabuterimon[/b][/url] [/i][b]Shine of Bee: [/b]TyrantKabuterimon releases a laser-like beam from his tail, which hits all available opponents at once, causing them a large amount of damage. It is said to be like a Bee-Sting, but with power levels proportionate to TyrantKabuterimon's size. [b]Bee Cyclone: [/b]TyrantKabuterimon opens his shoulder plates, which releases thousands upon thousands of armour-plated bees. They swirl around the enemy, creating a cyclone of bees around them. Each bee has an extremely powerful sting, and with every single bee stinging the enemy at least once, this attack makes TyrantKabuterimon one of the most feared Digimon in the Digital World. [i]Elemental Digivolution - [url="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y181/Cybernator/GalvamonFinal.jpg"][b]Galvamon[/b][/url][/i] Upon his Elemental Digivolution, KoKabuterimon transforms into a giant beetle/tank hybrid. His treads are strong enough to handle most types of difficult terrain, and his pincers and pistons are incredibly tough. [b]Beetle Blast: [/b]Raising himself into an almost-upright position using his pistons and opening the hatch mounted on his back, Galvamon releases dozens of missiles, each one shaped like a bee, and propels them towards his enemy. They home in on their target to a degree, and have incredible destructive power. [b]Galvanise: [/b]Galvamon stops completely, smashes his pistons into the ground, and hoists himself into the air. He then raises all the hatches on his back, and charges energy into his pincers. Using this attack, he turns from a tank to a mounted weapon station, and with a single thought, he fires every single one of his weapons at his opponent/s. This attack can hit multiple targets, and is incredibly powerful. [b][u]Personality: [/u] [/b]In many ways, Alex is a perfect match for KoKabuterimon. He seems to be a huge, brutish giant, but in reality he is calm and gentle, his life focusing on the philosophical rather than the physical. In the same way that many other Digimon fear KoKabuterimon, many other people fear Alex, but neither of them is frightening once you know them. [b][u]Backstory: [/u][/b]Alex was born in London, England, but was quickly moved by his Mexican father to Tijuana, Mexico. He was brought up, as a large, strong child, to believe that his strength had been given to him to protect himself and himself only. Because of this, Alex became somewhat of a bully. However, soon after, his father died, leaving him to live with his godfather, who taught him the opposite of his current belief. He learned that it was wrong in every way to raise your fist to another human being merely to protect yourself. Alex became a passive, gentle giant. He became a lover of nature, and all things beautiful, and although he wasn't a coward, he never resorted to violence. He always tried to resolve things peacefully, with words instead of his fists. This has been his philosophy ever since his godfather had taught him, and he is not likely to change his views soon. [/size][/center]

[b][size=1]Name: [/size][/b][size=1]Phil Alexander [b]Age: [/b]29 [b]Gender: [/b]Male [b]Speciality: [/b]Reconnaisance [b]History: [/b]I was always good at gathering information. I had the uncanny ability to scan a situation and pick up all necessary information from the scene within a few moments. I had originally planned to use this skill to join the army and work my way up through the ranks, but I soon realised, after just a few weeks in the British Armed Forces that it didn't pay well enough. But I wasn't stupid going about a career change. I knew that for what I was planning, I needed fairly extensive military training. So I stuck with the army for two years, becoming a top-class shooter of many types of small arms, as well as some slightly larger ones... Then, after my two-year hitch, that was it. I left the British Army and launched into black market work, hiring myself out as a mercenary. And I was one of the best at what I did. It was a few years before I was asked about the Latigo Enterprises job, and although they warned us we may not come out alive, or sane at the very least, it was an extremely well-paid job. And I could never turn down one of them... [/size]

[center][b][size=1]"I'm Peter," [/size][/b][size=1]he said, introducing himself, [b]"And I'm in charge around here. So what do you want?"[/b][/size] [size=1]The girl, fairly attractive in Pete's eyes, although most girls were, stepped forward, ahead of the two boys.[/size] [size=1][b]"My name's Wendy Darling," [/b]she said, her voice deeper than Pete had expected, [b]"And these are my brothers, John and Michael."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"I didn't ask you who you were," [/b]replied Pete, circling the trio expectantly, sniffing the air around Wendy in particular, [b]"I asked what you were doing here. What do you want?"[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"We're stuck here the same as you, asshole," [/b]said Wendy, her anger rising, [b]"We just need a place to stay for a while, just long enough so we can figure out what we need to do."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"What do you mean, "what you need to do"?"[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"How we can escape from this place," [/b]she said bluntly. Pete smiled and turned to the rest of the Punks. They all burst into laughter.[/size] [size=1][b]"Escape?" [/b]he said, tears of laughter streaming from his eyes, [b]"There's not escape from Neverland. If you're here, you're here for life. And, seeing as you never grow up in this place, life could be a very long time."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"What do you mean, never grow up? You mean we stay kids here forever?"[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"Absolutely. And you'd think it would be fun, wouldn't you?" [/b]asked Pete, his previously amused face now turned dark, sinister, [b]"But it's not. Not when you're a guy, stuck in the middle of puberty, forever. My voice can never break properly, my body hair will never finish growing. My goddamn balls will never drop! You don't know what it's like!"[/b][/size] [size=1]He sank to the ground, his head cradled in his hands. The mood swings were a bitch. Tinkerbell emerged from a door to one of the treehouses, the place where the Punks usually gathered for meals. She saw Pete on the floor and knelt down beside him, stroking his hair in a way that excited Pete, but he wasn't sure why. He knew Tink was off-limits, so he knew he couldn't be feeling things like that.[/size] [size=1][b]"Who's the new girl?" [/b]Tink asked.[/size] [size=1][b]"I'm Wendy Darling," [/b]she replied.[/size] [size=1][b]"Why's your voice so deep?" [/b]asked Tinkerbell angrily, [b]"You used to be a guy or something?"[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"Screw you, bitch. I don't give two shits about who you are, come out and beat down on the newcomers like that. Stuck up bitch," [/b]shouted Wendy angrily.[/size] [size=1][b]"Holy shit," [/b]exclaimed Tink, [b]"You did used to be a guy, didn't you? Your eyes tell it all."[/b][/size] [size=1]Wendy backed away as Tinkerbell got to her feet. A glinting knife-blade was just visible in Tinkerbell's hand, and she seemed perfectly capable of using it.[/size] [size=1][b]"Stop it," [/b]came a voice from behind the two girls. Pete got to his feet, and stood between the two, [b]"There's gonna be no fighting between the Punks. Not any more. Wendy's gonna stay with us, and so are her two brothers. Tiger Lily!"[/b][/size] [size=1]A slightly younger, pale boy, wearing next to nothing, stepped up.[/size] [size=1][b]"Take John and Michael here to your tree-house. Show 'em a good time. Wendy, you can come with me. The rest of you, dinner will be all ready soon enough, I'll blow the horn when we're ready."[/b][/size] [size=1]Tiger Lily ushered the two boys away from their sister, and Pete showed Wendy up to his very own tree-house, the highest of all of them. He opened the door and let her in.[/size] [size=1][b]"Sorry about the mess. Tink was supposed to clear it up, but she wussed out on me again," [/b]he said, turning and becoming confronted with an angry young girl with a can of pepper spray aimed at his face.[/size] [size=1][b]"Whoah. What are you doin' there, Wendy?" [/b]he asked with a nervous smile.[/size] [size=1][b]"Who the fuck do you think you are? Taking me to your tree-house? I'm not some kind of street-slut!"[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"I know different," [/b]said Pete, shocking the girl into lowering the pepper spray, [b]"You see, I've always been able to see what people have been through. Let me guess...abusive father, drug-addicted mother? Shunted through foster homes, outcast because of your decision to be a girl rather than a boy. Forced onto the streets, dancing for money and doing other things you'd rather not talk about for more money. You've been in a few street fights, I can tell from the scars on your neck. You've been messed around, and you finally want someone to stop it all. Like every other girl your age, you just want that knight in shining armour to come and save you."[/b][/size] [size=1]Wendy gasped, and clamped her hand over her mouth.[/size] [size=1][b]"How could you tell all that? We've only just met."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"And yet, I feel like I've known you for years, Wendy Darling," [/b]Pete said softly, his hand grazing the side of her neck, his head leaning in to hers for one, long kiss...[/size] [size=1][b]"Pete! What are you doing?!" [/b]exclaimed Tinkerbell at the door, barging through, [b]"You can't be seen with that street hussy! You've only just met her, you'll ruin your reputation in the Punks."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"You call me a street hussy? Have you seen the way you dress?" [/b]replied Wendy.[/size] [size=1][b]"Whoah, just calm down," [/b]said Pete, holding his arms in the air to signal for silence, [b]"We don't want any violence here. Unless you're both in your underwear."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"Pete!" [/b]cried Tinkerbell.[/size] [size=1][b]"I'm just joking, Tink. What was it you came here to tell me?"[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"Dinner's served," [/b]growled Tink, whirling around and slamming the door on the way out.[/size] [size=1][b]"I guess we should go for dinner," [/b]said Pete, [b]"You must be hungry. You can get to know some of the other Punks at dinner."[/b][/size] [size=1]The pair of them walked down the steps outside Pete's treehouse, down to where Tink had emerged earlier, the food-hall. Pete opened the door and showed Wendy into a room whose walls were stained with food. A huge number of boys and girls were sat around a table, the noise deafening as they entered the room.[/size] [size=1][b]"May I introduce...the Lost Punks." --- OOC: [/b]Everyone get to know each other. I hope you're all still interested in this, I didn't want it to die so quickly. [/size][/center]

[center][b][u][size=3]Blue Sun[/size][/u][/b] [i][size=1]I aim to misbehave...[/size][/i] [size=1]A cloud of smoke rose through the darkened room as the shadowy figure placed his cigar butt in [/size][size=1]the small ashtray. [/size][size=1][b]"I understand that you were a Browncoat commander during the Unification war, Captain Jacobs,"[/b] [/size][size=1]said a husky voice from the shadows.[/size] [size=1][b]"That's the truth of it,"[/b] replied the figure sitting opposite him, this one sitting in a pool [/size][size=1]of moonlight that streamed in through the room's single window. His eyes appeared black in the [/size][size=1]light, and his brown hair fell lightly over his forehead. [/size][size=1][b]"So you have mixed feelings concerning the Alliance?"[/b] asked the shadowed figure, flexing his [/size][size=1]blue-gloved hands. [/size][b][size=1]"Ain't no "mixed" about it. I don't like the Alliance, the Alliance don't care too much for me [/size][size=1]neither. I keep out of their way, they give me undisturbed passage. We all had to make [/size][size=1]sacrifices after the war." [/size][size=1]"You fought in the Battle of Serenity Valley?" [/size][size=1]"That I did." [/size][size=1]"So you had a hand in the Browncoat's most decisive defeat in the entire war?" [/size][size=1]"I did my best to protect my men. It was all I could do." [/size][size=1]"A noble thought. But a futile one at the same time. For what good is a troop of men who [/size][size=1]cannot fight against the Alliance?" [/size][size=1]"They could fight. The Alliance just turned out to be stronger'n we expected." [/size][size=1]"I sense that you do not wish to discuss the Battle any longer. That is understandable. So, [/size][size=1]tell me of your life currently." [/size][size=1]"I captain a ship. A small ship, Firefly-class, but she's built sturdier'n a rock. She can [/size][size=1]handle anything the 'verse can throw at her, and come out fighting. No weapons, o' course, but [/size][size=1]the Alliance comes down pretty heavy on any ship with weaponry attached. I run jobs, small [/size][size=1]ones, big ones, you name it, I'll do it, for the right price. I've done legal jobs and some [/size][size=1]most definitely illegal ones. You tell me what you need me for and I'll do it." [/size][size=1]"Most interesting. We have a number of jobs for you to complete, some more urgent than others, [/size][size=1]some less...legal than others. But you will not be able to accomplish these tasks on your own. [/size][size=1] You will need a full crew to carry them out. But this offer comes with a warning: we pay [/size][size=1]well, but we expect nothing more or less than complete loyalty from you. If we tell you to do [/size][size=1]something, you do it, without question. If we tell you to jump in a pit with Reavers, you do [/size][/b][size=1][b]it."[/b] [/size][size=1][b]"[i]Ni ta ma de[/i]! I'll do almost anything,"[/b] said Captain Jacobs, his voice and temper rising as he [/size][size=1]got to his feet, [b]"But it had better not have anything to do with the gorram Reavers."[/b] [/size][size=1][b]"I suppose we will see, Captain. Do we have a deal?"[/b] The blue-gloved man pushed a small pile [/size][size=1]of papers and a pen over to Captain Jacobs, who took up the pen, thought for a moment, and then [/size][size=1]signed. [/size][b][size=1]"Excellent. I'm glad we have an accord. Your first job will be given to you exactly one week [/size][size=1]from today. You have that long to get a crew together. Good luck, Captain Jacobs."[/size][/b] [size=1]Captain Jacobs nodded and left the room, his brown trenchcoat flapping behind him.[/size] [b][size=1]"I suspect you will need it..."[/size][/b] [size=1]----[/size] [size=2][u][b]Back Story[/b][/u][/size] [size=1]The year is 2517. Many centuries ago, a large population emigrated from Earth to a new star [/size][size=1]system, one with dozens of planets and hundreds of moons, each one terraformed to support life. [/size][size=1] The central planets formed the nervous system of the planetary Alliance, holding the [/size][size=1]Parliament that ruled over the entire Alliance.[/size] [size=1]However, the Alliance did not spread its influence evenly across the galaxy. The core planets [/size][size=1]were wealthy, civilised, with many cities covering their faces, each one clean and healthy. [/size][size=1]The Outer Planets were not so well looked-after. The Alliance left them to fend for [/size][size=1]themselves, turning many of the inhabitants savage.[/size] [size=1]More recently, an army of men and women from the Outer Planets, the "Independents," waged war [/size][size=1]on the Alliance, to try and release the universe from its control. This was known as the [/size] [size=1]Unification War," where the Alliance fought against the noble Browncoats, thoroughly defeating [/size][size=1]them.[/size] [size=1]Now, most of the Independents scrape their living through smuggling, or cargo runs, bounty [/size][size=1]hunting, anything they can turn their hand to.[/size] [size=1]Captain Alex Jacobs is just one of these Independents. He runs a ship alone, making cargo runs [/size][size=1]and occasionally taking smuggling jobs, for any profit he can make. But more recently, he has [/size][size=1]signed a contract with the megacorporation known only as The Blue Sun Corporation. No-one is [/size][size=1]entirely sure what they do, but Alex is now working for them. He may be a rogue trader, but he [/size][size=1]now works for Blue Sun and no-one else.[/size] [size=1]But he needs to find a crew. So he has hit every spaceport, every docking bay, every sleazy [/size][size=1]bar in his territory to gather a crew as crazy as him, to carry out the bidding of the Blue Sun [/size][size=1]Corporation.[/size] [size=1]Who knows where it will take them...[/size] [size=1]----[/size] [size=1]This RP is based in the Firefly universe, although the original characters from the series will [/size][size=1]not appear. Some of the themes (the Western-style themes, and the Chinese cursing for example) [/size][size=1]will still feature heavily, though.[/size] [size=1]You don't really need to know anything about Firefly or Serenity for this RP, although if you [/size][size=1]do then that would be fantastic and you would get massive kudos. You can use [url="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firefly_%28TV_series%29"][b]this[/b][/url] site for [/size][size=1]reference if you wish to.[/size] [size=1]You will be playing a part of Captain Alex Jacobs' new crew, with these positions needing to be [/size][size=1]filled:[/size] [size=1]Captain (me)[/size] [size=1]Pilot[/size] [size=1]Gunner x2[/size] [size=1]Mercenary x2[/size] [size=1]Technician[/size] [size=1]Medic[/size] [size=1]I do not absolutely need two gunners or two mercenaries, I'm just leaving my options open if [/size][size=1]more than one person signs up for either position.[/size] [size=1]So, on to the sign-up sheet. [/size][size=1]I will need from you:[/size] [b][size=1]Name:[/size] [/b][size=1][b]Nicknames:[/b] (optional)[/size] [b][size=1]Age:[/size] [size=1]Gender:[/size][/b] [size=1][b]Appearance:[/b] a picture or a detailed description will be fine, both would be fantastic[/size] [b][size=1]Personality:[/size][/b] [size=1][b]Short Biography:[/b] how'd you wind up working with Jacobs? Don't make this too long, three or [/size][size=1]four paragraphs would be the maximum, two would be the minimum[/size] [size=1][b]Weapons:[/b] be sensible - no swords, and no massive explodey laser cannons or anything either. [/size][size=1]Lasers will be available, but standard projectile weapons would be more common[/size] [size=1][b]Speciality:[/b] bombs, sharpshooting, medicine, lockpicking? Why do we need you on the crew?[/size] [size=1][b]Notes:[/b] anything else you wish to add [/size][size=1]Have fun with this! If you have any questions, PM me. I am going to try and avoid having an [/size][size=1]Underground thread for this at the moment, I may be forced to create one in the future.[/size] [size=1]Happy creating![/size] [/center]

[size=1]Hello there, [b]madwitch5[/b]. I am Blayze, your friendly Arena Moderator. Unfortunately, while there is nothing wrong with the rating of this thread, or the actual content itself, it does fall well below Arena quality guidelines. We insist that all RP backstories are at least three paragraphs long, and it is usually a good idea to take heed of what the Moderators suggest. It is very difficult for someone to get into a story with that little backstory. You may also want to use a spelling and grammar checker on this. I also sugget having a look at the [b][url="http://Adventure%20Square%20Basics%20Sticky"]Adventure Square Basics Sticky [/url][/b][url="http://before%20you%20go%20posting%20anything%20else.%3Cbr%20/%3E%0A%3Cbr%20/%3E%0AI%27m%20going%20to%20leave%20this%20thread%20open%20for%20you%20to%20edit%20the%20backstory,%20but%20if%20I%20don%27t%20see%20an%20improvement,%20I%20will%20be%20forced%20to%20lock%20the%20thread.%3Cbr%20/%3E%0A%3Cbr%20/%3E%0ADon%27t%20hesitate%20to%20PM%20me%20or%20one%20of%20the%20other%20Arena%20Moderators%20if%20you%20have%20a%20question.%3Cbr%20/%3E%0A%3Cbr%20/%3E%0A-Blayze%3Cbr%20/%3E"]before you go posting anything else. I'm going to leave this thread open for you to edit the backstory, but if I don't see an improvement, I will be forced to lock the thread. Don't hesitate to PM me or one of the other Arena Moderators if you have a question. -Blayze [/url][/size]

[size=1]Well, as Tiger Lily, you have two options. The first is to write about what you were doing before the others arrived. The second is to write about what happened after they arrived. As for exactly what you were doing, that's entirely up to you.[/size]

[size=1]I saw this movie yesterday, and I thought it was just as good as a lot of other people have said. The returning cast, [spoiler]including Norrington and what little we saw of Barbossa[/spoiler] were all fantastic, and Bill Nighy as Davy Jones was definitely a welcome addition to the cast. I was expecting [spoiler]Bootstrap[/spoiler] to be in it, but I wasn't expecting him to appear so early on in the film, although when he did I thought it might have been Jack dreaming. The [spoiler]three-way sword fight between Jack, Will and Norrington was particularly good. It must have taken some choreography to get all that right, especially when they were on the water-wheel. However, I'm kind of glad that no-one won the fight in the end.[/spoiler] There were also some especially fantastic lines from Jack Sparrow (as if I could have expected any less). The [spoiler]"Look! Undead Monkey!"[/spoiler] was rather amusing, as was "I want my jar of dirt." Also, I'm pretty certain that [spoiler]Norrington will be back in his position by the time of the next film, as on the IMDB he is cast as "Admiral James Norrington."[/spoiler] I think that the next film is coming out at the end of this year, as they have finished filming it, they just need to complete the editing. I'm seeing a Matrix Trilogy-type situation here, although, unlike the Matrix trilogy, this sequel was good. [/size]

[b][size=1]beckywilford [/size][/b][size=1]and [b]onetrueewok[/b], please refer to my post in the sign-up thread for this very RP. You need a thread rating, and it might help to wait until after you've got more than one sign-up to start the RP itself. Also, check out the [url="http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44318"][b]Adventure Square Basics Sticky[/b][/url]. As I stated in my previous warning, it will help a great deal. [b]Thread Closed[/b] [/size]

[size=1]Welcome to OtakuBoards, [b]beckywilford[/b]. You may find it interesting that all threads posted in either the Adventure Inn or the Adventure Square (and, to a different degree, the Arena Underground) require a rating to continue. You see those letters in brackets after people's RP titles? That's a thread rating, and I encourage you to look at the [url="http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=44318"][b]Adventure Square Basics Sticky[/b][/url]. Honestly, it will help you a great deal on this forum. Please feel free to start this thread up again with the appropriate rating (although you might want to do something about the quality of your first post - what are the characteristics of the Evlors? Give us a little more information to work from). But for now, [b]Thread Closed[/b]. [/size]

[size=1]Well, Gavin, Neverland is divided into two clear halves. The west side belongs to the Lost Punks, the East to the Pirates. The west side includes an extensive forest, an ocean of sorts (I will go into this deeper later), and the tree-houses. This is where the majority, if not all of the Lost Punks will be stationed. The east side consists of Captain Hook's "ship," also known as the Neverland Head Office, where he plans his take-over of the Lost Punks' camp. Oh, also, probably just a small point, but... [/size][center][b][size=3]The RP is now up in the Square [/size][/b][left][size=3][size=1]Your instructions on what to post are in the thread itself, stick any questions or queries right here in this thread.[/size][/size] [/left] [/center]

[center][url="http://photobucket.com"][img]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/never5od.jpg[/img][/url] [b][u][size=3]Neverland [/size][/u][/b][size=3][i][size=1]Never grow old. Never grow up... [/size][/i][/size][size=1]Neverland. A place of fantasy, where dreams come true and you will never grow old. A beautiful, magical land, where children are free to run and play as they please. Everything your heart could ever desire is in Neverland.[/size] [size=1]Come to Neverland.[/size] [size=1]--- Peter sat in his filthy pit of luxurious decadence. Everything he could ever need was right here, from the alcohol he was so hooked on, to the sexual act he coveted so fiercely. Some of the female members of the Punks were more than willing to cater to his every whim, and he took full advantage of this. Suddenly, there was a smart rapping at the door, and Peter snapped out of his alcohol-fuelled drowsiness. He got to his feet shakily and staggered over to the door of his tree-house, knocking over tables and chairs as he went. [b]"Hang on...hang on..." [/b]he slurred, and, smelling his own breath layered with the thick stench of alcohol, he was repulsed. He reminded himself that he needed to wash and brush his teeth at some point, but other things were occupying his thoughts at that time. He shook his head to clear the last of the alcoholic fog that clouded his senses, and wrenched the door open. A smallish girl stood at the door, her face thick with make-up, her multi-coloured hair standing on end. [b]"What is it, Tink?" [/b]asked Pete groggily. [b]"Sorry to wake you," [/b]she replied smoothly, eyeing Pete's half-dressed figure and licking her lips, [b]"But we have a couple of newcomers. No idea how they got here, but...well, you should see for yourself." "Can't it wait?" "Apparently not. They need to see you now." "Fine. Just...give me a second, would you?" [/b]he asked. She nodded, and he shut the door softly, with a smile. He looked at himself. He needed to put some more clothes on. Maybe one of the newcomers was a girl. He stumbled round the tree-house, trying desperately to find a shirt or something to pull on, and finally found a black shirt, which he threw on and buttoned up as he walked to the door. He pulled the door open, the wooden frame cruising through the thick layer of rubbish that lined Pete's floor. He ruffled his hair, trying to get it to look a little better, and belched, letting all the gas that had built up escape. That was better. He went to meet the newcomers. --- Blase, Ezekiel and silver_blade, you all need to post your arrivals in Neverland, as well as your first reactions to the place, then move on to your first meeting with Pete. The Lost Punks would have been waiting at the gate as you arrived, to take you to Pete. Lost Punks, that is Gavin and cancer, you will have been waiting with the other Lost Punks (use the list of names that Revelation gave in the Underground thread, as well as their costumes when writing about them) for the new kids to arrive. When they arrive, you will need to take them to Pete. Hinata, you are waiting back at the Tree-House for the newcomers to arrive. You can post your conversation with Pete and beyond. I will post as soon as everyone else has. Any questions post them in the Underground thread. Welcome to Neverland. [/size] [/center]

[size=1]Yes, cancer, making Tiger Lily male was a fine decision on your part. This should be up in the next few days, so everyone keep 'em peeled. [/size]

[size=1]I have made my decisions regarding the cast of Neverland. Thank you to everyone who signed up, and if you didn't get in, then please feel free to PM me and I will give you some pointers on how to improve your sign-ups for next time. [/size][center][size=3][b][u]Cast List[/u][/b][/size] [/center] [size=1] [/size][center][size=1] [/size][center][size=1] [/size][/center] [/center] [center] [size=2][b]Peter Pan[/b] - Blayze [/size][size=2][b] Wendy Darling[/b] - Blase [/size][size=2][b] John Darling[/b] - Ezekiel [/size][size=2][b] Michael Darling[/b] - silver_blade [/size][size=2][b] Tinkerbell[/b] - Hinata [/size][size=2][b] Tiger Lily[/b] - cancer [/size][size=2][b] Original Lost Punk Character[/b] - Gavin (Brother) [size=1]Congratulations to all of you. I will start the RP proper either today or tomorrow, but I need a little time to get my head around things. Apologies to those who didn't get in, I wish I could accept you all, but it was tricky enough as it was.[/size] [/size][size=2][/size][/center] [size=1] [/size][size=1] Also, while I am here, I may as well post Hook's profile. [/size][center][b][u][size=3]Captain James Hook[/size][/u][/b] [/center] [b][u][size=3] [/size][/u][/b][center][b][u][size=3] [/size][/u][/b][size=3][size=1][u][b]Name:[/b][/u][/size][/size] [size=3][size=1][/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] Captain James Edward Hook[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [b][u]Gender:[/u][/b][/size][/size] [size=3][size=1][b][/b][/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] Male[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] 49[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [b][u]Sexuality:[/u][/b][/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] Bisexual, but leaning more towards the homosexual side of things[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u][/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/LindseyMcDonald.jpg"][b]Captain Hook[/b][/url], even though he is nearly 50, has taken advantage of the regenerating properties of Neverland, and as such he looks a lot younger than he truly is. His body is covered in tattoos similar to the picture, but his body is almost completely unscarred, apart from the most significant wound he has ever received, which was the removal of his left hand, which has been replaced with a sharp metal hook. He never divulges how this injury happened, but it is commonly known that it occured following his time in the Navy, but before the time Neverland opened.[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] There are also many different attachments he can replace the hook with, such as a corkscrew, a bottle opener, but also many, more weaponry-oriented attachments, such as his personal favourite, a long, sharp metal spike.[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/size][/size] [size=3][size=1][b][/b][/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] Commanding respect wherever he goes, James Edward Hook is a proud, yet vicious man. He loves children, and yet, he hates them. He is a man of conflicting emotions, and moral issues. He does have a strong sense of what is right and wrong, and he knows what he is doing is wrong, but he feels, from somewhere deep down inside, that he must.[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] However, he is obsessed with his own physical appearance. He spends hours in the morning just tending to his own vanity, "making himself beautiful," as he calls it. His dressing table (yes, he has a dressing table) is covered in all kinds of moisturisers, blemish removers, and even make-up.[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [b][u]Biography:[/u][/b][/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] James Edward Hook, the proprietor of Neverland Amusement Park, has always been somewhat secretive about himself. He has never let any details about his personal life slip. He keeps himself to himself, and that's always been his philosophy.[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] Most of what is known of him comes from his records, from school and college, and from the Navy. His school records show him as being a somewhat quiet, repressed child, never really talking to many people, or making many friends. He was bullied a lot, both at school and at home, apparently.[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] But, once he reached college, he became more confident. Strangely, though, this came at the same time as his father dying under mysterious circumstances. He gained more friends and spent less time with the councellor at college. He gradually became one of the crowd.[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] However, his reports in the Navy state that he suffered repeatedly from mental breakdowns during his time in the Forces, and was eventually dishonourably discharged for several unnamed offences.[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] Between the time he left the Navy at 25 and the time he opened Neverland at 45, no-one honestly knew where Hook had gone. He virtually disappeared, and apparently only his bank manager was ever contacted by him between these times, and that was only to withdraw a large amount of money from his personal bank account, presumably to fund the creation of Neverland.[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] Then, in 1978, Hook opened Neverland, and a few months later, the whole theme park disappeared, along with the first hundred children to enter its gates.[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [b][u]Vices:[/u][/b][/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] His love for children is his greatest vice, although only slightly below that is his vanity. However, his love for children is a two-sided vice, because he also has a deep hatred of them, wishing that he could have their youth, as his was misspent.[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [b][u]Useful Items:[/u][/b][/size][/size] [size=3][size=1][b][/b][/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] Hook carries on him, at all times, a gold compass, a buzz-baton, the same as all staff members at Neverland carry, and, of course, his Hook attachments. These come in a hard wood case, which he carries in a soft leather satchel.[/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [b][u]Notes:[/u][/b][/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] [/size][/size] [size=3][size=1] Hook's motive for opening Neverland is still unknown, although most write him off as a child molester. However, there is nothing in his psychological profile to suggest this.[/size][/size] [/center] [size=3][size=1] [/size] [/size][size=1]So, remember, there are still a number of spots open for people to fill. Because of the addition of these extra character spots, I am extending the deadline to Wednesday June 28th, so get your sign-ups in.[/size]