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[center][size=1]Name: Father Osric Mason[/size] [size=1]Age: 22[/size] [size=1]Appearance: Father Mason is a lithe, nimble man, whose wiry build disguises admirable physical strength. Whilst not a golem of strength, Father Mason has enough to wield his longsword with great ferocity. However, at a little over 6 foot tall, many people underestimate him as a warrior for God.[/size] [size=1]His eyes are brown, of a darkness that they are often mistaken to be black, but in the darkness there is a kindness that glows through. Over his left eye there is a small scar, barely noticeable at times. His hair is shoulder-length, and of a muddy brown colour, and he has a rough, stubbly beard over his chin. His skin is pale, as he tends to shy away from bright sunlight.[/size] [size=1]His clothes are made up of a tunic of rough black material, and trousers made from the same black material. His boots are thick, black leather, as are his gloves. When he is moving from place to place, he wears a long black travelling coat.[/size] [size=1]On the index finger of his right hand, he wears a plain silver ring, with no special engravings of any kind, and around his neck he wears a silver crucifix on a long silver chain, to remind himself of his duty to serve the Lord.[/size] [size=1]Personality: Osric is, and always has been, a devoted member of the clergy. The strength of his faith is almost unmatched throughout the church, and his skill with a sword is definitely so. He is kindly to those who respect the Lord, even if they do not follow his teachings as devoutly as he does, but to heretics and pagans he is without mercy. However, whenever he is called on to kill in the name of the Lord, he does do, but then prays for forgiveness afterwards.[/size] [size=1]Weapon: [b]Longsword-[/b]This 44 inch long blade is made entirely from steel, and is extremely well cared-for by Father Mason. As it is his only weapon, he makes sure to clean it after every use. The hilt is easily large enough for two hands, and wrapped in a black leather thong. The weapon hangs from Father Mason's side at all times. History/Background: Osric Mason was brought up by a priest in a small village in York, and as such he was a very religious child. Both of his parents were devout Catholics, and Osric and his mother attended church every Sunday, come Hell or high water. No matter if the child was sick, he would still attend Mass. He grew up perfectly happy with this way of life, until one day, on the way back from Mass, his mother was attacked in an alleyway, and killed, for the meagre amount of money that was in her purse. When Osric ran and told his father what had happened, the man became furious. He chased after the men who had commited this terrible act, taking his son along to identify them, and when he found them, he killed them in cold blood, leaving his son to watch. His father went downhill after this, ending up drinking heavily, and neglecting his duties as a priest. When the other priests at the church saw his behaviour, they decided it was best for a young Catholic boy not to be around this man, and he was taken away from his father, and sent to a boarding school, where religion was a huge part of the regime. Osric grew up into a fine young man, away from all the torments of his childhood, and as soon as he left school, he joined the clergy, becoming a priest in a church in Canterbury. He served God happily, and was a devout priest. So devout, in fact, that he was approached by a group of men and women, who wished for him to join them and further their cause. He accepted, willing to do anything that would help him better serve the Lord. He became a part of Iscariot, and still serves his duty in Canterbury, but whenever he is needed, he will answer the call. Snippet: Father Osric Mason knelt on the ground, using his longsword to steady himself. The blade, as well as his own body, was covered in the blood of his enemies. He bowed his head and closed his eyes, and began to pray for forgiveness. Blood trickled down his hand, the result of an old wound reopened in battle. The walk back to his home was a blur to him. He remembered nothing from the point where he drew his blade to the point where he was now, at home, washing the blood from his weapon, and his body. [i]I pray to you, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, for forgiveness. I have done your duty this day, but it has required me to spill the blood of another. I pray for you to cleanse me of the sin I have committed this day. Amen. [/i]He prayed long and hard. His blade had killed many this day, all in the name of the Holy Father, and Iscariot. His head was bowed as he sat on the edge of his rough, straw-filled bed. He sighed, lifted his head and got to his feet, securing the longsword that it was his duty to wield to his belt, and left the room. He needed a long walk after this... [/size][/center]

[size=1]The huge, dark wood doors of the Library were pushed open with little problem for Kraven, even though it was written that it would take the strength of a hundred men to open these doors. Light beamed in, illuminating the dust particles that swarmed around the room. Dusty books lay around, cobwebs collecting over them. There was no light whatsoever. "Flame," said Kraven, lifting his hand. A ball of fire burst into life in his outstretched palm, lighting up the Library. There must have been hundreds of shelves, with tens of thousands of books. It would take forever to look through all of them, but luckily Belphegor knew what he was looking for. He walked straight to the largest shelf stack, with a plaque over the top which read: "That of the gods." "This is the place where we will find everything we need about ascension," Belphegor said, hurriedly searching through the ancient books. "Go, help him," Kraven said to a small group of vampires who stood timidly at the entrance. "With all respect, my lord, we dare not enter the Dark Library. It is forbidden," replied one. "Well you will be in much worse trouble if you don't enter,"said Kraven calmly. "But if we enter without permission, we will be cursed. It is said that there is something that lurks within as well, a Guardian of the books, a beast which must not be disturbed." Kraven's rage burst out, and he grabbed the nearest vampire by the neck, and hurled him into the Library. He crashed into a shelf stack, smashing it to pieces, destroying a lot of books. Dust swirled up around him. "Well," said the vampire lord, "You have now entered the Dark Library. If you leave cursed, then you can blame me. And I don't see any beast of unspeakable power coming to kill you, so you needn't worry about that." The vampire was pointing just above Kraven's head, shaking. His face was as white as a sheet, and he seemed to be trying to say something, but couldn't quite manage it. Kraven turned to see what he was pointing at. Clamped to the wall ust above Kraven's head was a huge spider. It was easily 10 feet long from tip to tail, with a legspan of almost 7 feet. Mandibles dripped venom around its jaws, and its eight eyes seemed to be looking in different directions. Each leg ended in a huge spiked claw, which looked easily capable of piercing through an armour plate. "So this must be the Guardian beast," sighed Kraven, drawing the Dark Dragon Sword. It seemed to hum with power, and it had a slight glow to it. The spider snarled, and leapt from its point on the wall down onto Kraven. It was quick. It managed to land on Kraven, open its jaws and clamp them down over him, swallowing him whole. Belphegor gasped as he saw this. Could his leader truly be dead? Was that all it would take to end his plans? He was given his answer, as the spider crawled over to the vampire who lay prone on the floor, and opened its jaws once more, only to stop, and begin to spasm. It sounded as though it was choking, a harsh, guttural noise issuing from its throat. It was only then that Belphegor saw a small sliver of silver protruding from the spider's throat. The tip of a sword. It was pushed out further, until almost the entire length of the blade was showing, and then it swung right the way around the spider's body, removing its head from its neck. It died noisily, and Kraven burst forth from the stomach of the beast, covered in acid-green blood. "So that was the great Guardian beast?" he said, grinning, "Well that didn't prove to be much of a challenge." Suddenly, the ground began to rumble. It shook, ending so violently that Kraven and Belphegor were thrown to the ground. When they stood up, the shaking had stopped, and Kraven turned to the doorway. There were two human-shaped figures standing there, blocking out some of the light. "The Guardian beast may not have proved much of a challenge, Kraven, but I will," said one of them, stepping into the light of Kraven's fireball, which was now zooming around the heads of the vampires who were working over the books. "Caine," said Kraven, "I thought I might see your face soon..." (OOC: Ok, Archangel and Chief Predator, get ready for a face-off with Kraven...) [/size]

[font=Verdana][size=1]There were a dozen of the bloodsuckers all around Talyn, advancing slowly on their prey. Twelve vampires against on Wakanda. They thought they couldn't lose.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]The first vampire jumped at Talyn, who smashed him to the ground with a swift kick. More came at him, and he went about dispatching them, using anything he could to his advantage. Vampires were thrown into steel airport benches, TV monitors, glass walls.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]Talyn looked up to the ceiling. He saw the first vestiges of daylight creeping up above the horizon, crimson sunlight piercing through the smoked glass windows of the airport. He knew what he needed to do.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]"Sin!" he shouted to the half-vampire. He wasn't sure how light would affect him, "you might wanna get under cover!"[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]Sin nodded, killed the vampire he was tussling with, and dived into a duty-free shop, out of the light. Talyn gathered a sphere of light in his hand, and hurled it up to the ceiling. The golden sphere blasted a hole in the glass, and sunlight came pouring into the departure lounge. Several of the vampires were smart enough to get under cover, like Sin had, but a lot of them were fried instantly by the sunlight. Ashes now littered the floor of the departure lounge, but there were more vampires to come yet, and only a small shaft of sunlight to use against them...[/size][/font]

[size=1]Kraven stepped off the plane into the balmy Australian night. The pleasant heat washed over him, recharging him. He breathed in the warm, fragrant air and took the last steps down to the ground. He felt something here. There was something of immense power below them, spanning almost the entire continent. He knew what it was. The Dark Library. It called to him, urged him on. He was close to becoming a god now. "My lord, if you would follow me," said a low-ranking vampire that had accompanied Kraven on the plane, "I shall show you to your chamber." Kraven whirled round, his cloak flowing out behind him. He grabbed the vampire by the neck and slammed him against the metal shell of the plane. "Listen to me," he hissed, his eyes burning with power, "Do not assume to tell me to do anything. You are far less powerful than me. The only reason I allowed you to accompany me on this trip is because you are expendable. I would not hesitate in killing you at any time. We will not be resting now. It is of the utmost importance that I reach the Dark Library soon. Did that penetrate your abnormally thick skull, or do I have to make myself totally clear?" he asked, his hand wrapping around the hilt of the Dark Dragon Sword. "No, my lord. We will head to the Dark Library immediately," stammered the young vampire. "I'm glad we understand each other," said Kraven, "Now, go and find Belphegor, and bring him to me." The vampire dropped to his feet, and scurried away to find Kraven's right-hand man. Soon, the black-cloaked figure of Belphegor came into sight. "My lord," he said, bowing his head, "I trust you had a pleasant journey." "Enough with the pleasantries, Belphegor. I need to know, which of my enemies are following me?" "Well, we are certain that Doran is coming, and Caine is moving his forces to join us here. There may be some humans coming as well, but we needn't worry about them." "Doran and Caine. Interesting." "Well, we can be pretty certain that the rest of your lieutenants will be heading here shortly. They will all be bringing huge numbers of their own forces. They know what you are capable of." "Indeed they do," laughed Kraven, "Now, my friend, you will head up the convoy that will be heading to the location of the Dark Library. I will follow you closely. Go and organise the cars." "Very good, my lord," said the vampire. "Oh, and, Belphegor?" "Yes, my lord?" "Fetch Kamara for me. I wish to talk to her." "Yes, my lord," sighed Belphegor. Kraven was well aware of Belphegor's dislike for the girl, but Kraven had a certain fondness for her. She was like him, driven, motivated. And she was stunning. She stepped off the plane. The satin dress flapped slightly in the breeze, pressing against her delicately curved body. Her dark hair flowed in the wind. She truly was stunning. She walked down the steps, every male vampire in the area turning to look at her. Kraven allowed a small smile to slip through onto his lips. Kamara came up to Kraven, her eyes showing her anger at not being let in on the plan until last. She had been sulking for almost the entire plane journey, pausing only to drink copious amounts of alcohol served by Kraven's manservants. "Kamara, my dear, you will travel with me to the Dark Library. Belphegor will travel ahead of us, leading the way. We shall follow behind." "What are we going to be travelling in? I'm not getting in another van, ever." "We are travelling in style all the way, Kamara. There will be no more vans for you, my dear. Only the best." "Thank you, Kraven." "Anything for you, Kamara." He turned away. The girl really did irritate him sometimes, but she was a powerful fire mage, and she would have her use. Anyway, it was easier to say these things to keep her from sulking. Her major sulks could last days, and they often broke a lot of Kraven's possessions. Soon, they were all seated in their limousines, travelling to the west of the country, where the Dark Library was situated... [/size]

[b][size=1]Name: [/size][/b][size=1]Carthre Letin [b]Age: [/b]25 [b]Sex: [/b]Male [b]Trade: [/b]Carthre is a trainee soldier for the Minbar army. He has been joined up for little more than three months, and as such he has little fighting experience. However, he is one of the top in his rank for sword fighting, but that is just in practice. He is generally armed with twin curved swords strapped across his back. [b]Appearance: [/b]See attachment (except obviously he is not an elf warlord, or an elf at all for that matter). However, when he is not ready for battle, he wears the clothes seen in the second attachment. [b]Personality: [/b]Carthre has a tendency to keep himself to himself, although he is by no means a loner. He is perfectly happy in a group of people, but he does not share as much about himself as others around him. He is a fierce soldier, and he very much takes his profession seriously. [b]Still Life: [/b]"Next up for training: Letin and Hawke," said the captain. The troops chattered as Carthre stepped into the arena, facing an officer. This was one of the first stages of training in the Minbar army, and hardly any of the recruits actually managed to pass. It was merely an exercise to show that you were nothing unless you trained hard with the army. Unluckily for Carthre, he had been drawn up against one of the fiercest officers there was. Major Hawke was a seasoned warrior, toughened by years of battle experience. His face was a mess of scars, his mouth turned up in a permanent sneer. His bald head was covered in tribal tattoos, and his hand hung almost indefinitely by the hilt of his sword. Carthre finished strapping on his armour plates, his hands shaking with nerves. He was handed a sword, and it felt unfamiliar and strange in his hand. His armour rattled as he quivered, and he took a few steps forward. The armour was the best that money could buy, and what else could be expected from the richest kingdom in the land? It was light, so as not to restrict movement, but alos tough. There was no weapon known to the people of Minbar that could pierce their armour. He cracked his neck, the tendons popping, relieving the stiffness from his joints, and stepped forward into the arena. Major Hawke's hand flexed, the fingers drummed on the hilt of his weapon. Sweat dribbled down Carthre's face, salty droplets falling into his eyes. He blinked them away as best he could, and held his sword up. "Begin!" shouted the captain, and Major Hawke was off. He was so fast that Carthre could barely keep his eyes on him, and within a fw seconds he had crossed the 100 metre gap between himself and Carthre, his sword now drawn, and pressed against Carthre's neck. "Too slow, recruit," said the Major coldly, his steel-grey eyes staring unblinkingly into Carthre's. People in the crowd sighed in disappointment. Carthre was the best swordsman out of all of them, and he had been beaten that quickly by Hawke. But Carthre himself was not disheartened. He knew that, rather than crush his spirits as Hawke wanted to, this encounter would only strengthen his resolve, his drive, his need to get through training... EDIT: I've finished it up. Hope its ok with you. [/size]

[size=1]This is the Underground thread for Blood Rites. It is where I will post any vital plot developments, and also where you can post any questions you have about the RP. We have had a slight change of cast. Now, since Ilium has had to withdraw from the RP, Revue has taken the place of Erasmus. She will be posting her sign-up soon. That's about all for now, as I said, any questions can go here. [/size]

[center][size=1][/size][b][size=3][u]Blood Rites[/u][/size][/b] [size=1][/size][/center] [size=1] England. Once a thriving, multi-cultural country, now virtually destroyed by the vampire plague. Kraven, the oldest and most powerful of all vampires, now uses Buckingham Palace in London, former home to the Royal Family, as his power base, but his influence spreads its tendrils across the world like a giant spider web.[/size] [size=1]Kraven sat on the throne of [/size][size=1]England, the once bright and colourful throne room dull and uninteresting in the darkness, the throne twisted into a mockery of what it once was. Once resplendent in gold filigree and crimson velvet, it was now a vast, twisted mass of dull, gunmetal-grey iron, with a blood-red cushion on the seat. Pale beams of moonlight shone through cracks in the roof to bathe the vampire lord in a silvery glow[/size] [size=1]?Belphegor,? he said, calling to his most trusted advisor, ?Come to me.?[/size][size=1] He came at once, of course. There would be no gain in keeping Kraven waiting, and he most certainly wouldn?t be allowed to keep living if he did. He bowed low, his nose almost touching the floor. [/size] [size=1]?I am at your service, my lord,? he said. Belphegor was a pasty individual, even by vampiric standards. His thick, greasy curtain of jet-black hair hung limply around his pale, sunken eyes. His skin was white as a sheet, and his body was constantly wrapped in a heavy black hooded robe.[/size] [size=1]?Belphegor, my friend, there is no need to bow to me. I have known you long enough to trust you implicitly. You are my oldest friend,? said Kraven, his usually harsh voice softened. [/size] [size=1]Belphegor straightened up, knowing that to keep bowing was as good as suicide. You always did what Kraven wanted you to do, otherwise you would never see another moon. [/size] [size=1]?What was it you wanted to see me about, my lord?? he asked, bowing his head slightly, more out of habit than anything. [/size] [size=1]?I know you are heading up the team that is researching my ascension, so tell me what progress you have made.? [/size] [size=1]?We have made little progress since you last asked, my lord. We are hard pushed to find anything without the correct resources.? [/size] [size=1]?What would these resources be, exactly?? asked Kraven. Belphegor could hear the anger rising in his voice now. [/size] [size=1]?We need to go to a place know to vampires as the Dark Library. It is currently believed to be somewhere in Australia, somewhere beneath the ground. I am sorry we have not made more progress, my lord, but there are books we need that can only be found in the Dark Library. Take us there, and you will learn the secret of ascension in a few days, maybe a week, no more.? [/size] [size=1]?Very well. We shall travel to Australia, to the Dark Library. I have your word that the books we need will be there?? [/size] [size=1]?Of course, my lord.? [/size] [size=1]?We shall leave tonight.?[/size] [size=1]OOC: Welcome to Blood Rites. Now, everybody?s characters should get word of Kraven?s travel to Australia, to begin his path to ascension, and begin to travel that way as well. Vampires travel in their clans, humans travel alone, by whatever means possible, perhaps taking a group of others with you. Hope everyone has fun![/size]

[size=1]Ok, I will probably be starting this in the next couple of days. Sean can post his sign up after we have started, and he will just have to catch up when he comes in. Regretfully, we have lost Ilium, due to computer access problems, but we should manage without him. Here is a list of who is accepted: [u]Fire Clan [/u]Alucard-Deucalion [u]Earth Clan [/u]Caine-Archangel Sin Walker-Chief Predator [u]Water Clan [/u]Doran-Muse [u]Air Clan [/u]Angel-Sean (when he signs up) Aura-Kitty Katchya-Sakura [u]Lightning Clan [/u]- [u]Human [/u]Sandra-Kuroshin13 [u]Other [/u]Kamara-demonchild781 Starwind and shadowofdeath13, I am sorry I couldn't acceot you, but your sign-ups just weren't up to the standard of the others. Try checking spelling and grammar in your posts next time. Sorry again. For the rest of you, this should be up in the Inn either later today (the 30th) or tomorrow (the 31st). Thank you all for signing up. [/size]

[size=1]I loved Fantasies Desire/Realities Sin, until it fell apart inexplicably. It was nice to see an original idea come onto the Boards, something that has probably been lacking for a long time. I would love to see it come back, as I personally enjoyed it immensely. Although you were one nasty character when it came to giving out those cards.[/size]

[size=1] [QUOTE]I'm up for anything well done, as long as it's not a Heaven vs Hell, Demon vs Angel, God vs Devil RPG. I'm really, really sick of those. You have no idea how sick.[/QUOTE] I know what you mean. Those are totally over-done at the moment. So none of those for me either, Kairi. [/size]

[size=1]Hey, Kairi, it's been a while. Let me think about my choice of RPs... Well, I tend to prefer fantasy-based RPs as opposed to real life ones, because I figure you can live real life, but you'd be pretty hard pushed to live fantasy. Apart from that, I'd have to agree with Imi about basically going for any I think are well-written and going to be run professionally, and I know I can get that from you. Hope to see more of you around. [/size]

[size=1]Impulse twisted his head, listening closely to any sounds he could hear. It was easier out here, in the desert, than in the city. There was less background noise, less confusion. Here, he could really concentrate. "Quiet," he hissed to the rest of the team, "I can't hear anything above your inane chatter." The other members of the team turned to Sparks, looking as though they were about to complain, but she shook her head, knowing it was best to let the telekinetic do his thing. Listening closely now, Impulse could hear almost everything. The creaking of metal as the armour plates of the robot scraped against each other, the hiss of pneumatics working to move the limbs, the grinding of gears inside the robots, but, almost deafening to his sensitive ears, the hum of electricity, powering each and every little piece of the mechanical beasts, from the eyes to the weapons. Just from the sound, he could tell that a huge amount of juice was needed to power these things, and a lot of juice meant a lot of weaponry. This was bad. These things were heavily armed, and by all accounts they knew what to do with their weaponry. Just behind Impulse, Sparks was barking orders at the rest of the team. "Tech, I need everything you've got on these robots. I mean everything. Strengths, weaponry, weaknesses, anything you've got. Face and Mirror, do whatever you can to fight these things. Pandora, Impulse, you're with me. We're on the offensive. Pandora, make sure you don't get too angry." "Yes, ma'am," said Pandora timidly. She and the Team Leader moved over to Impulse. "They're closing in," said Impulse calmly, "They'll be on top of us any second." "Everybody ready?" shouted Sparks. A few timid replies came through the darkness. "I said, is everybody ready?" she repeated, this time a lot louder. "Don't waste your time on them," said Impulse coldly, "They are amateurs." "I'm not gonna have you talking about the rest of your team like that!" exclaimed Sparks, obviously getting a little peeved at Impulse. "Oh, is that really the biggest of your worries right now?" spat Impulse, and with these words, a veritable fleet of robots flew overhead, doubling back on themselves, ready to land and take out their targets. Which just happened to be the Blue Team. Impulse leapt into the air, not waiting for any orders from his Team Leader, and flipped head-over-heels, landing, crouched, at the feet of the closest robot. He could tell from the volume of noise it was making that these things were huge. It would take more than just him to take out a fleet of these things. A whirring sound indicated to him that the mechanical goliath was turning its head, or possibly one of its limbs, down to level with him. He was fine if it was the head, but if it was one of the limbs, then he was in trouble. Those limbs were heavily armed. A clanking of metal flaps and the sound of weapons arming told Impulse that the robot had levelled one of its arms at him. He sighed, and concentrated, sending a telekinetic blast towards the source of the sound. The pulse hit the robot's arm, sending it flying upwards, straight into the robot's face. Something smashed, and shards of metal fell around Impulse. The robot fell over backwards. It may not have been destroyed, but it was definitely incapacitated for the moment. The telekinetic turned back to the team, where Tech was hurriedly issuing Sparks with information about the robots. "Can I stop you there, Tech," she said, before turning to impulse. "What the hell do you think you're doing, you idiot? You could have got yourself killed!" she shouted. "Do you really want to stand here and shout at me while there are eight heavily-armed and dangerous robots standing directly behind me, ready to take out your entire team?" replied the telekinetic dryly. Sparks thought of a comeback, but managed to swallow it for the good of the team. "Blue Team," she yelled over the racket, "Attack!" [/size]

[size=1]Ok, those are looking really good so far, people. I wasn't expecting this many people to sign up. All I need now is for Sean and Archangel to post their sign-ups, and everyone to finish their sign-ups if they haven't already, and then we can start. However, that does not by any means mean that the sign-ups are closed. They will stay open for a while longer yet.[/size]

[size=1]I am mostly English, but my mother is from the London area, and my father is from up north, so there is a mix of different influences in my life. I also think that I have some African heritage, as well as some Irish and some Scottish. So, to put it more clearly, my heritage is a lot more boring than other people's.[/size]

[center][size=1][b]Name[/b]: Kraven[/size] [size=1] [/size] [size=1][b]Nickname[/b]: The Dragon[/size] [size=1] [/size] [size=1][b]Race[/b]: Vampire [/size] [size=1][b]Age[/b]: 2000 years [/size] [size=1][b]Gender[/b]: Male [/size] [size=1][b]Powers[/b]: Kraven, being the oldest and most powerful of all vampires, enjoys his powers of complete control over all five elements. [/size] [size=1][b]Fire[/b]: He is able to create and manipulate vast amounts of flame, including a special blue flame, which burns much hotter and brighter than normal flames.[/size] [size=1][b]Earth[/b]: He is able to make huge tremors in the ground, by making seismic waves run through his body and into the ground. This power also makes him much stronger than the average vampire. [/size] [size=1][b]Water[/b]: Kraven can use his mastery of water to create shards of ice, to make tidal waves of water, or to create boiling vents of steam shoot up from the ground. This power also makes him more agile than the average vampire. [/size] [size=1][b]Air[/b]: He can use this power to create strong gusts of wind, and it also increases his speed and jump height dramatically. [/size] [size=1][b]Lightning[/b]: Kraven can use his mastery of lightning to create blasts of electricity that shoot from his hands, able to disrupt electric circuits, or to stun or kill his enemies. [/size] [size=1]But, on top of these powers, Kraven is also the only vampire known to have the power of telekinesis, the ability to move matter with only the power of the mind. He can also use this power to levitate his own body off the ground. [/size] [size=1][b]Weapons[/b]: The Sword of the Dark Dragon. This is an ancient and powerful weapon, forged deep in the Underworld, made especially for the Necromancer Mortanius. However, when Kraven faced the Necromancer in the Underworld, he impaled him on his own sword, and then took the weapon from him. It increases Kraven?s power by a large amount, but in return Kraven has had to store a portion of his soul inside the weapon. This is to make sure that he did not mistreat the weapon. See attachment for appearance. [/size] [size=1][b]Personality[/b]: Kraven is the only truly evil vampire in existence. He is ruthless and vicious, and will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. He has murdered countless thousands of humans, only to reach his ultimate goal: godhood. He is bloodthirsty, and fuelled totally by revenge and a lust for power. [/size] [size=1][b]Appearance[/b]: See attachment, except the cloak he wears is black and not white, and his hair is streaked with black. [/size] [size=1][b]Character Snippet[/b]: Maniacal laughter coursed through him as his sword cut through flesh. Blood splattered to the ground, and Kraven?s eyes lit up with a mad sort of joy as he cut a swathe through the ranks of the Reapers. Pathetic humans. They never stood a chance of defeating Kraven, even if there were hundreds of them. [/size] [size=1]Fire blazed in his eyes, lightning crashed across the sky, rain fell, wind whipped Kraven?s cloak around, and blood soaked the ground. The Sword of the Dark Dragon swung through the ranks of humans, cutting them down. It glowed as it feasted on their souls, gaining strength from it. [/size] [size=1]Few Reapers remained alive, and only the most brave, or foolish, remained standing against Kraven. Across the battlefield he saw his foe, the Reaper Captain named Erasmus, his weapon drawn. Kraven stared down his foe, lightning crashing behind him. Rain pounded his body, washing the human blood from his clothes and skin. Few Reapers stood between them, and not one of them was strong enough to face Kraven alone. He dispatched these soldiers with a few quick sweeps of his sword, watching as their bodies fell to the ground, lying in the mud. [/size] [size=1]At last, it was just Kraven and Erasmus, alone. [/size] [size=1]?I have been waiting a long time to fight you, Kraven. I have heard a lot about you,? said Erasmus. [/size] [size=1]?As I have been waiting to fight you, Erasmus. You have slain many of my brood, and now I will take my revenge,? replied Kraven. Erasmus drew his sword and lunged at Kraven, aiming to remove the vampire?s head. Kraven?s own strike was too swift to see, but Erasmus flew past Kraven, his sword cut in two. He landed in the mud at Kraven?s feet, and the vampire turned to him. [/size] [size=1]?Not good enough, Erasmus. Not even close,? said Kraven, grabbing the Reaper by the scruff of the neck and hauling him to his feet. Now his face was close to Kraven?s. [/size] [size=1]?You are a good fighter, Erasmus, I have seen that. But you have destroyed a lot of my kind. My choice is interesting. I could side with irony, and turn you into one of my lieutenants, or I could side with justice, and kill you right now. Which would you prefer?? [/size] [size=1]?Kill me now, scum. I will never be one of you,? spat the Reaper, his normally calm face now showing signs of fear and rage.[/size] [size=1]?If that is your preference,? said Kraven, biting down hard on Erasmus? neck, piercing the artery. He drank deeply of the Reaper?s blood, and in turn injected a small amount of a certain toxin into his bloodstream. In a few days, he would die, and then he would return as a vampire. And then, he would know that his calling was to return to Kraven?[/size] [/center] [size=1]Ok, I know it seems as though I am trying to god-mold Kraven, but this is the whole idea of the story of this RP. Hopefully some more people will sign up, currently we have almost all of the lieutenants, but I would like some more regular vampires as well, and possibly even some humans.[/size]

[size=1]Ok, well I for one think that we should start using this thread properly, and not just as an excuse to ***** and moan at each other for not posting quickly enough. Sage, it is good to see that you have decided to back off/cool down, as you were getting a little antsy. But that is not a reason for everyone to start laying into Sage. He obviously has a lot of RPG experience under his belt, so I think we can safely say that his posting will be of good quality. So hows about we start using this thread like it was meant to be used, for questions and suggestions about the RP? I'd just like to thank Shy for creating this event, and I can tell it will be a lot of fun once it gets going. It must have taken a huge amount of effort on his part to create such a huge event, and I for one am thankful for this effort. [/size]

[center][size=1][u][b][font=Verdana]Blood Rites[/font][/b][/u][/size][/center] [size=1] [/size][center][size=1][i][font=Verdana]But first, on earth as vampire sent,[/font][/i][/size] [/center] [center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent:[/i][/size][/font] [/center] [center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]Then ghastly haunt thy native place,[/i][/size] [/font] [/center] [center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]And suck the blood of all thy race;[/i][/size][/font] [/center] [center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]There from thy daughter, sister, wife,[/i][/size] [/font] [/center] [center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]At midnight drain the stream of life?[/i][/size] [/font] [/center] [center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]Wet with thine own best blood shall drip[/i][/size] [/font] [/center] [center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip;[/i][/size][/font] [/center] [center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]Then stalking to thy sullen grave[/i][/size][/font] [/center] [center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]Go-and with the ghouls and afreets rave,[/i][/size] [/font] [/center] [center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]Till these in horror shrink away[/i][/size] [/font] [/center] [center][font=Verdana][size=1][i]From spectre more accursed than they[/i][/size] [/font][/center] [center] [/center] [right][size=1][i][font=Verdana](By Lord Byron from The Giaour)[/font][/i][/size][/right] [font=Verdana][size=1]Humans, raised from the dead to spend eternity in constant quest of ruby-red, warm blood. Human blood is food of choice, but animal blood will temper their hunger. They are neither fallen angels nor demons sent by Satan to tempt or corrupt.[/size][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]They can be evil, but the evil they do is their own?[/size][/font][size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]This is the story of one truly evil vampire, driven not only by his thirst for blood, but also by his lust for power, and his need for vengeance against the human race?[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]His name is Kraven.[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]Born the son of an aristocratic family, Kraven lived the life of a nobleman, not realising for many years his true destiny. He wandered the land, aimless in his searching for something to occupy his time, but during this fateful journey, he was ambushed by soldiers, and murdered, impaled by a soldier?s sword.[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]He was plucked from the brink of oblivion by a powerful Necromancer known as Mortanius, and awoke in the Underworld. Vowing revenge upon his murderers, he greedily accepted Mortanius? offer, and was resurrected as something not quite human. He had become the First Vampire.[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]He quickly tracked down his murderers, and exacted bloody revenge, slaughtering them and their entire families, drinking their blood to sate his hunger, but it still did not work. His thirst was not quenched, and his need for revenge was not yet satisfied. He travelled the world, slaughtering thousands in his search for satisfaction, but still did not find it. He spilled the blood of many, drinking it thirstily, but still his thirst could not be quenched.[/size][/font][size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]Finally, he began the search for a cure to his vampiric curse, a cure that did not exist outside the Underworld. So he travelled there in search of Mortanius, the Necromancer who had doomed him to a life of unquenchable thirst, to the half-life he now lived. When the Necromancer told him there was no cure for the curse, Kraven murdered him, destroying his body completely, and was sent hurtling back to Earth.[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]By this time, the humans had become aware of his existence, and formed a secret army to combat him. This army was named the Reapers, and they were created by the church, who saw Kraven as their ultimate Adversary, as the Devil himself. The Reapers fought Kraven, and in one climactic battle, Kraven wiped out the Reapers, taking their five leaders and turning them into vampires like himself. They became, ironically, his lieutenants, his most loyal followers, and Kraven began to gather an army of vampires.[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]But these vampires were not as powerful as Kraven and his lieutenants, and in another battle with the newly reformed Reapers, most of them were wiped out, an act which drove Kraven and his lieutenants into hiding for centuries, only killing humans in secret, building up their forces once again.[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]Very soon after the dawn of the 21st Century, Kraven?s army had gained enough power to attack, driving the humans underground. Kraven now ruled the Earth.[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]But resistance came from the least likely source. His own lieutenants turned against him, betrayed him, and left him. They each formed their own clan, the clans of Fire, Earth, Water, Air and Lightning, and fought against Kraven.[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]But Kraven was still the most powerful vampire in existence. He wielded not only the power of Fire, Earth, Water, Air and Lightning combined, but also the previously undiscovered power of Telekinesis. His lieutenants fought against him, each for their own cause.[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]Now Kraven searches for one thing: godhood. He wishes to ascend to the Heavens, to gain ultimate power in return for his millennia of suffering, and nothing will stand in his way?[/size][/font][size=1][/size] [size=1][u][font=Verdana]Extra information[/font][/u][/size] [size=1][u][/u][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]The leaders of the five clans are as follows:[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [size=1][font=Verdana][u]Fire[/u]-Alucard, a young, headstrong vampire, the youngest of all of Kraven?s former lieutenants. He and his clan each control the element of fire, able to create and control flames. (Reserved for Deucalion)[/font][/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1][font=Verdana][u]Earth[/u]-Caine, the most physically impressive of all the vampire lieutenants, and also the most physically powerful. He and his clan control the element of earth, and are able to create earthquakes. (Reserved for Archangel)[/font][/size] [size=1][font=Verdana][u]Water[/u]-Doran, a lithe, smooth-talking being, who used to be an influential aristocrat when he was still alive. He and his clan control the element of water, including ice and steam. (Reserved for Muse) [/font][/size][size=1][font=Verdana][u]Air[/u]-Angel, an ancient and wise vampire, second only in elemental power and age to Kraven. He and his clan control air, including wind, rain, fog and certain other parts of the weather. (Reserved for Sean)[/font][/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1][font=Verdana][u]Lightning[/u]-Erasmus, the most devious of all the clan leaders, he was the first to confront Kraven. He is married to a seductive young vampires called Chastity, and he and his clan control the element of lightning. (Reserved for Ilium)[/font][/size] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]All vampires have above-human strength, speed and stamina, as well as the ability to jump higher and run faster than humans. However, they are all cursed to drink the blood of humans for eternity.[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]They can be destroyed in a number of ways. They will be immobilized or destroyed by a stake through the heart, whether it is by a crossbow or simply by sheer brute strength.[/size][/font][size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]They can be killed by having their head removed by a blade, or being burnt. A more difficult, but more effective way of destroying a vampire is to cut out the heart and burn it.[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]Holy symbols such as crosses, or holy water will work on a vampire, but it will not destroy it, instead it will simply burn it, stunning it for a moment. This moment of weakness can be used to destroy the vampire completely.[/size][/font][size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]You will be playing the parts of vampires from across the various clans, and if anyone feels like playing a human then they are welcome to, but bear in mind certain parts of the profile do not count for humans, such as the special powers.[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]Here is what I need from each of you:[/size][/font][size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]Name:[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]Nickname: optional[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]Race: human or vampire[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]Age: for humans, anything between 25 and 50, but for vampires, anything above that, except you must be no older than Kraven, who is 2000 years old[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]Gender:[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]Powers: vampires only. Have it correspond to your clan, and no-one is allowed to be telekinetic.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]Weapons: for vampires, anything close-combat based, and for humans, anything, including guns.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]Personality: make it original.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]Appearance: a picture or detailed description here, please.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]Character Snippet: Show me your character in action[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]People can sign up as one of the clan leaders, but PM me first if you wish to play one. I will be playing Kraven, and I will post my sign-up when I have a few in already.[/size][/font] [size=1][/size] [font=Verdana][size=1]Happy creating![/size][/font]

[size=1]"It's been four days and we haven't found anything, Katima," said Talyn in his smooth British accent, "There's been no word of Kalei, and I don't feel we're any closer to finding any. She may as well have disappeared off the face of the Earth." The pair of Wakanda magic-wielders sat on the steps outside the local library, huge concrete steps that were flanked by large statues. "Don't be so pessimistic, Talyn," replied his partner, Kalei's second-in-command, a beautiful Wakanda named Katima, "We could be getting close. And besides, you don't think Kalei would let herself go without finding Malik, do you?" "I guess not. But if she [i]has[/i] been captured by him, there's no telling what he could do to her. He's bloodthirsty, ruthless. She could be dead by now, before we've even found her." "I doubt Malik would throw away his biggest negotiating card so readily. We need Kalei, and Malik knows this. He can get almost anything he wants from us using her." "He sure is a clever bastard." "And powerful too. No other vampire could have gotten hold of Kalei like he did. And I would know, they have tried." "Speak of the devil," said Talyn, looking at a group of vampires who had just rounded the corner. They looked around, and saw the pair of Wakanda sitting on the steps. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A couple of Wakanda, out on a midnight stroll," said the first vampire, "Looks like its our lucky night." The other vampires nodded greedily, and they all began to stride over to Talyn and Katima, who got to their feet wearily. "Do you want these ones, or shall I take them?" asked Talyn. "How about we share?" replied Katima. "Sounds like a plan," said Talyn. He leapt down the stairs, landing in a crouched position at the feet of one of the vampires, who tried to lash out and kick him. He flipped backwards, avoiding the kick, and landed firmly on his feet. "Not good enough," he said to the vampire, and he gathered a sphere of light in his hand, blasting it into the vampire's chest. He flew back, his body turning to ashes as he flew through the air. As he hit the ground, there was nothing left but a small pile of ash. The other vampires looked slightly disturbed by this, but still they rushed into action. One of them grabbed Talyn around the neck, managing to get in with a quick blow, and hauled him off the ground. Suddenly, though, a chain flew out of the air, whipping itself around the vampire's arm. He screamed as the dark flames of the chain's substance burned his arm, and Katima pulled the chain tighter, making it burn right through the vampire's arm, dropping the severed limb to the ground. The vampire screamed again, and Talyn blasted him back with a pulse of light. The rest of the vampires charged, leaping through the air at Talyn and Katima, who readied themselves for battle... (OOC: Over to you, Reiku, hope that's okay for you. PM me if its not and I'll edit) [/size]

[size=1]Thanks a lot, Kitty they are awesome, I think I will use those for the moment, but I am still willing to see some other designs if anyone wishes to make some for me. [/size]

[size=1]Hey, I was wondering if any of you Photoshop geniuses out there could make me a banner and avatar set from the attached image. On the avatar, could you put my name, and on the banner could you put the words: "There is always light, even in the darkest corners..." Thanks in advance. [/size]

[font=Verdana][size=1]Just a quick question: if we are chosen to be killed in the Body Bags, do we then get to write our own death scene, or is it written for us by someone else?[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]Also, just to say I am really excited about this, it looks to be a good event.[/size][/font]

[size=1]Name: Talyn Gender: Male Race: Wakanda Position: Wakanda Abilities: Talyn has managed to master one of the most difficult elements known to the Wakanda: the element of light. He can display this power in a variety of ways. [u]Light Blast:[/u] This is where Talyn opens his hands, and gathers light energy in them, before launching this energy at his opponent. To any non-vampires, or the more powerful vampires, this merely blasts them backwards, but to the weaker vampires, it can destroy them entirely. [u]Light Shower:[/u] When cast, this spell causes a few sparkles of light to glitter in the sky, and as they continue to glitter and glow, they expand into beams of golden light which blast down from the sky, capable of destroying slightly stronger vampires as well as the weaker ones. [u]Sunlight:[/u] Talyn's most powerful spell, although it uses up a lot of his energy, leaving him very drained after using it. He throws his head back and howls, breaking any clouds apart, letting rays of sunlight beam down from the sky, destroying many vampires in a large space. However, it will still not work on stronger vampires, and it leaves him vulnerable after use. However, Talyn is also fairly proficient at close-quarters combat, and is able to use his body to combat his enemies very efficiently. Appearance: See attachment (minus the shoulder holster) Personality: Talyn is quiet, but not hostile. He is very to-the-point and does not use five words when three will do. When he is in battle he does not bother with tough talk, instead preferring to get the job done as quickly and efficiently as possible. However, he does take a certain relish in finishing the vampires off. Character Snippet: [i]The Bloodsuckers surrounded me. There was no way out, and they were closing in fast. These guys were strong and fast, much faster than any of the Wakanda. Without our magic we would stand no chance. But we do have our magic, and as long as we do, the vampires are the weaker species by far... [/i]They rushed the Wakanda, leaping at him from all directions. He managed to kick the first couple away, throwing them backwards into the rest of the crowd, but they soon overpowered him. Physically at least... Talyn brought his hands together, gathering light energy in them, a growing sphere of golden light that shone out through his fingers, the rays that escaped burning some vampires on contact. His face was contorted in concentration, and soon the globe of light was big enough. He raised his hands, and let go of the globe, letting the rays blast out from his hands, burning every vampire that was around him to a crisp. Soon all that remained were a few piles of ash around the Wakanda, and very soon he was gone too... (Hope that's good for ya, DC) [/size]

[b][size=1]Codename/Callsign: [/size][/b][size=1]Impulse [b]Gender: [/b]Male [b]Location: [/b]England [b]Age: [/b]Unknown [b]Personal Appearance: [/b]Impulse stands at around 6'6" tall, with a wiry build, but his sinewy muscle disguises quite admirable strength. His skin is pale, almost glowing white, and his eyes are a pale, steely grey, although they are completely sightless. His hair is black with some silver streaks running through, and falls down gracefully into his eyes. Firstly, he wears a sleeveless black t-shirt, with elbow-length fingerless gloves running up his arms. These are black, and they have red oriental dragons embroidered into them. His trousers are black and slightly baggy, with lots of pockets to carry various items, and his boots are thick black leather, with soft soles, making it easier for him to run around without being heard. Over his t-shirt he wears a plain black leather jacket. On the index finger of his left hand he wears a chunky pewter ring, with strange symbols carved into it, and he wears a pewter chain around his neck, with a small, circular pendant hanging from it, enscribed with the same symbols as on his ring. [b]Personality/Behaviour: [/b]Impulse is a man who has been through many traumas, and they have very much scarred him inside. He is a bitter, twisted individual, who has no qualms about taking lives, or extreme violence. When he is around other people, he is quiet, and when he does talk, his only comments are bitter, dry humour. He does have a sense of humour, but usually the jokes are directed [i]at[/i] someone rather than to laugh with them, and this sense of humour has been described as very black and even slightly morbid. [b]Personal History: [/b]Impulse used to be called Jake Vincent, and he was a happy child, making lots of friends due to his chirpy personality. He grew up with his loving family, and by the time he was twenty, he also had a long-term girlfriend, and they had decided to get married as soon as possible. He was on his way to see the church they were to be married in with his parents and his fiancee, when a manic driver crashed into their car, running it off a bridge. Jake's parents and his girlfriend were killed on impact, but Jake lived. However, shards of glass had flown into his eyes, blinding him. He stumbled out of the car wreck, and, searching around only with his senses of smell and touch, he found the driver, and beat him to death out of rage. Then he collapsed, and when he woke up, he was in hospital. There was nothing the doctors could do to save his eyes, but they healed the rest of his injuries, and sent him home. He wandered around in a daze for a long time, and developed a heroin addiction, which resulted in him becoming almost completely dependant on the drug. His fiancee's parents found him in a darkened room, where it looked like he had been living for weeks, almost comatose from drug use. They took him to rehab, thinking him to be the closest thing they had to a child of their own now. He eventually got over his addiction almost completely, only needing occasional shots of heroin to keep himself sane. He has since decided to stop mourning, and it was not until then that he discovered his strange ability. Something was jogged in the car crash that made him able to fire telekinetic impulses. He knew that he had to use this ability to wipe out all evil from the planet, so he gave himself a new identity, completely wiping away all memory of Jake Vincent. He had become Impulse. However, his methods of wiping out evil are not strictly heroic, and he has no problems with extreme violence. The only thing that holds him back is his slight heroin addiction, but he is working to overcome that. [b]Special Skills/Abilities: [/b]Impulse is, as mentioned above, able to fire telekinetic impulses from his mind. He mostly uses this ability in combat situations, knocking enemies backwards and throwing things around, but occasionally he uses it for other purposes, such as pulling switches and so forth. He has also trained himself so that he has impressive acrobatic talent, and he is not too bad at hand-to-hand fighting either. He uses his other senses, which are now highly developed, to counteract his lack of sight. [b]Player's Availability: [/b]Pretty much every night [b]Rating: [/b]M-VL [/size]

[size=1][b]Name[/b]: Axel (second name unknown) [b]Age[/b]: 27 [b]Gender[/b]: Male [b]Appearance[/b]: See attachment for picture Axel has always been a wanderer, never wanting to stay in the same place for too long, but his appearance definitely does not reflect this lifestyle. His long black cloak is always spotless and is never tattered, and his shock of red hair is always immaculate. However, he barely spends any time on his image, not being a vain person. Along one arm, he has a series of steel plates linking together to give a full arm of protection, with sharp metal spikes on the shoulder pad and the gauntlet. The metal is blood-red, almost matching the colour of his hair. However immaculate his clothes and hair are, though, his face and body are covered in scars and injuries. Along one side of his back he has a series of metal plates sewn in to his skin to keep a wound shut, a revolutionary method of healing for this time. [b]Personality[/b]: Axel, being a man who had been through so much pain and anguish, is, unsurprisingly, a very quiet person, never letting his true feelings show through. He does not like to make friends, as he has been betrayed by so-called "friends" before in the past. However, if he spends a lot of time with people, people who are stuck with the same duty as himself, he will eventually grow to accept them, and regard them as friends. [i][b]Weapon of Faith [/b][/i][b]Appearance/Weapon Specifics: [/b]Axel's Weapon of Faith is a simple, steel sword, around three feet long, with a simple wooden hilt with small engravings in it. He does not know what the engravings mean, as they are in a language he has never seen before. The wood of the hilt is a glossy black colour, polished by Axel every day, and the blade is long and of a similar black colour. It is truly a one-of-a-kind weapon, belonging only to Axel, and no-one else owns anything like it. After the transition, the blade turns to a deep scarlet, with the image of a long serpentine creature running down the blade in black. The hilt becomes longer and more sturdy, wrapped in bandages, and the guard turns to the shape of a snake's head, made from silver metal. [b]Technique: [/b]Axel uses a style that he developed over long years of fighting, which he has called the Lizard technique. It involves using any type of solid object around him, such as the side of a building, or the trunks of trees, and leaping around from one solid object to another, slashing enemies as he goes. If there are no solid objects around, he will use the floor or the ground to great advantage, often either leaping off it, or ducking down onto it. It is a very tricky style to master, and Axel is the only person who can use it, as it involves a lot of difficult jumping and acrobatics. [b]Weapon Power:[/b] Axel's blade, when transformed, superheats the air around itself, making the blade become covered with a film of crimson fire. This also increases Axel's strength by a fairly large factor, and when it reaches full power, the flames that cover the blade can spread and cover Axel's entire body. These flames will incinerate any living thing they touch, whether it is a tree, an animal, or a human. [i][b]History [/b][/i][b]Bio: [/b]Axel is a legend around Europe. Starting from humble beginnings in England, he worked his way upwards, eventually managing to con his way into becoming a Lord, shedding the burden of his parents and the rest of his family. This would turn out to be a curse. He fell in love with a young member of the Royal Family, and on the day before they were supposed to be married, she was struck down by pneumonia, which killed her almost instantly. From that moment on, everyone Axel had ever cared about died in front of his very eyes. He moved away from England, in mourning, and began to wander across Europe, trying to find a career that helped to fill the loneliness of his life. He eventually hit on becoming a bounty hunter, and travelled the land looking for the perfect bounty, along the way procuring a rather unique sword, and developing his fighting style, the Lizard Technique. He is known as the man who never fails to get a bounty. [b]Character Snippet: [/b]Footsteps crunched along the quiet cobbled street, a black cloak flowing gracefully down around the feet that made splashes as they hit the ground. Rain pounded down on the street, that was lit only by the moon. The only thing that showed up of the figure that was walking slowly down the street was his shock of bright red hair. The figure walked into the shop, the closed sign meaning nothing to him, the darkness swirling around him. "I'm sorry, we're closed," said the man sitting behind the counter. "It doesn't matter," said the figure slowly and calmly, his deep voice quiet, almost a whisper. "What do you want?" asked the man. "I want you." The figure had momentarily drawn his sword, leapt onto the wall and back again, and smacked the man behind the counter in the face with the flat blade of the sword, knocking him unconscious. He dragged the man out of the shop, and to his destination, where he dropped the body and collected his money. This was how this business worked, complete anonimity... (Hope that's alright for you, Kamuro, PM me if it's not) [/size]

[size=1]Silver strode up and down the deck, trying to decide who would come in his team. There were many fine men and women aboard this ship, so it would be difficult choosing. He already had Dartanian, who was an excellent gunslinger, so he would need some more variety. After a few minutes, he spoke: "I have chosen the team that will accompany me. As Red has already said, I will be leading, and Dartanian will be just below me. The other members of my team are as follows: Nikki, Maris, Kat, and Tai. These are the ones who I can foresee being most useful to me, and I leve you, Red, with Brett, Minx, Blitz, Gray and Black Orchid. I can tell these will be of most help to you aboard the Meran vessel." "Good. Now, if you are on Silver's team, start loading up the cannons, ready for an all-out assault on the ship. My team will get themselves equipped and ready to board the Meran ship," said Red, "Now move out!" [/size]