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[size=1]Are we all heading to Germany together to find the angel, or are we splitting up? You didn't really make that too clear in your last post, DC. [/size]

[size=1]"Ok," said Sparx, "We are here to determine whether this was a pre-meditated attack on the President, or whether these two just wanted to make a point. Were they actually going to kill the President, or was it just an empty threat? We need to spread out to try and find any evidence either way." They split up, all going in different directions. Psyker went around the back of the building, and Cloak walked over the front lawn to the front door of the House. Sparx looked over to him, and saw something coming out of the ground. It was a young girl, dressed all in black leather, looking kind of kinky. She smiled at Sparx, and then turned to Cloak, and, drawing a gun, she aimed carefully at Cloak. "Look out!" shouted Sparx, but too late. She had pulled the trigger, and a bullet had streaked through the air, blasting a hole through Cloak's chest as he turned around. She fired again, another bullet going through Sparx's team-mate, and then she dropped back into the ground. Sparx ran over to his fallen friend, and held him. "Cloak," he stammered, "Are you alright?" Although his question was answered with a wracking cough, which made Cloak's entire body shake. "Sparx, old friend, I am not long for this Earth," he said weakly, smiling at Sparx through a mouthful of blood, "I have just one last request. Take my mask off, so I can feel the air on my skin just before I die." Smiling but at the same time crying, Sparx nodded, and opened Cloak's long coat, unwrapping the scarf that Cloak always kept around his face, and his face was open to the air. Scars and burns covered his face, which was red and almost completely skinless. He breathed in and out, feeling the air on his face as he took his last breaths. "Thank you, Sparx," he said, and then he closed his eyes, and his breathing stopped. Sparx hunched over his team-mate, tears dripping from his eyes. [i]Around the back of the White House... [/i] Psyker looked around, scanning the entire area psychically for any clues as to the assassin's motives. He could find nothing, but he did feel a slight twinge in his mind at one point, but he dismissed it as nothing important. Then, a strange sound came from behind him, and he whirled around to see the teleporter appear behind him in a cloud of smoke. He reached out with his powers, trying to bind the teleporter with his telekinesis, but the teleporter was too quick. In a flash, he had jumped, disappeared, and reappeared behind Psyker, a knife flashing in his hand. He grabbed Psyker, and drew the knife across his throat, causing blood to spray from the wound. He had disappeared as soon as Psyker hit the ground, trying to stem the flow of blood. He writhed around in pain as more and more blood poured from the wound, and eventually he stopped, and fell still, dying alone, none of his team-mates around him... (OOC: Ok, well Cloak and Psyker are dead, as I couldn't find anyone to fill their spots. This gives us a little more motivation to find the assassins, so try your best. Ask members of staff around the White House, and basically try to find anything on the two assassins. I will have a little surprise for you all next post) [/size]

[size=1][b]Name[/b]: Phoenix Jacobs [b]Age[/b]: 19 [b]Gender[/b]: Male [b] Angel Parent[/b]: Zadkiel (Jupiter)-Fallen [b]Appearance[/b]: Phoenix stands at 6'6", with broad shoulders and a slyly muscular figure. The muscles are not huge and rippling, but rather they are sinewy, but extremely tough. This gives him the appearance of being rather thin and weak, but he is in fact very strong. His hair is a deep, jet black, with streaks of red running through it, and it falls just slightly over his face. His eyes are a shocking, electric blue, and his left eye has a scar running over it. His skin is very slightly tanned, not too pale, and the rest of his body has long scars running over it from his years in combat. [b]Personality[/b]: Phoenix is fairly easy-going, and likes to join in with jokes made by his team-mates, but he is not the team joker. He has a deeply troubled past, which has somewhat moulded his personality to that of a grieving young man. He spends a lot of time alone, but that does not by any means make him a loner. He is loyal to the team, and will not betray them under any circumstances. [b]Short History[/b]: Phoenix was the only son of a female priest, and so he was raised very religiously. His mother always hoped that he would become one of the Hunters, to try and rid the world of the demon threat, but she didn't hold out much hope for him, as he was always a weak and sickly child. But that all changed when demons attacked his home, and his mother was killed. He fled, only just managing to escape, and it took him a few weeks to realise that his illness was just inside his head, that he was being a hypochondriac. He began to train himself to become a strong fighter, and he quickly became very skilled in many forms of armed and unarmed combat. He devoted his life to being a freelance demon hunter, but then he was discovered by the Hunters, and taken into their ranks, being one of the youngest members ever to join. [b] Weapon/s[/b]: Phoenix carries two swords which he was given by his mother just before she died, as well as a set of throwing knives which he keeps strapped around his person (see attachments for both of these weapons-both swords are identical, and look like the one in the first attachment, and all his throwing knives are identical as well, and look like the ones in the second attachment) [b] Trademark Clothing[/b]: Phoenix typically wears a tight black long-sleeved t-shirt, with bandoleers full of knives across the chest and legs, as well as a pair of charcoal-grey combat trousers and black leather boots. Over all this he wears a long black trenchcoat. [/size]

[size=1]Ok, maybe I didn't make this clear before. The characters we are playing are not [i]actually [/i]Angels and Demons, those are just the names of the gangs. We are all humans. Kamuro, your character is fine as long as you can just change a couple of things, taking away all the stuff about Hell (unless that is just a metaphor, I don't know), and change it to human places and things. Also, I know I said four members of Gabriel's crew, but Kamuro, buddy, I just have to have you! It wouldn't be the same without you, man! [/size]

[size=1][b]Name[/b]: Xander Jaxxon [b] Age[/b]: he's not even entirely sure himself, somewhere around 28 [b] Gender[/b]: Male [b]Race[/b]: Fire Spirit [b] Origin[/b]: Xander was born from the heart of a volcano in Rome, but he grew up in England [b] Function[/b]: Field Agent [b]Callsign[/b]: Blaze [b]Equipment[/b]: [i]Weapons-[/i]A longsword, which he uses in his true form. However, when he is in human form, he carries two handguns, which are holstered under his arms. [i]Armour-[/i]He simply wears a black leather armour plate over his chest, and kneepads. [i]Spellbooks/Ancient Artifacts-[/i]He only has a small, jet-black metal pendant around his neck, which is on a sturdy chain. It is rumoured that this is the source of his power. When he has transformed into his true form, he can create and manipulate vast amounts of flame, using it to his will. [i]Machinery-[/i]None [b] Appearance[/b]: [i]Human Appearance:[/i] See first attachment, although his clothes are black instead of white, and his hair is jet-black with red streaks. [i]True Appearance:[/i] See second attachment [b]Legacy[/b]: Xander was born from the very heart of a volcano in Rome, which erupted with such power that it blasted him all the way to England through the upper atmosphere. He lay, like a meteor fallen from space, in the English countryside for many weeks, until he awoke, fully grown, and appeared to the local villagers. They were surprised to see that, although he looked like a normal human, he appeared to be completely on fire. He ran away from their taunts and shouts, to the woods, where he stayed for weeks, learning how to change his form to look like a human. Then he ventured out into the village. He was taken on as a helpful, friendly member of the community. It was not until a few years later that he was approached by a group of people from Clandestine, and offered a place at their facility, where he wouldn't have to hide his true appearance any more. He accepted, but he still prefers to wear his human form rather than his true form. He discovered the limits of his powers as a part of Clandestine, and he learnt how to control his true form so that the flames that mostly make up his body do not burn others, so he is now capable of physical contact in his true form. He has no true family, so his team-mates at Clandestine have become like a family to him, taking him in when no-one else would. He still mourns the fact that he has no true loved ones, so he is deep down a very sorrowful person, but hides this with a mix of intelligent comments and witty jokes. [b]Deity/Lord[/b]: Surt, a Norse fire Giant [b]Quote[/b]: "Death will come swiftly to those who deserve it. Death will come even swifter to those who don't." And, more simply: "Burn!" [/size]

[size=1](OOC: It looks like we have a chase on our hands, Kamuro) Sparx's bike smacked down onto the road, his tyres almost bursting under the pressure, and he roared off, his tyres squealing as they went across the concrete. Trace was behind him, far behind him, his bike groaning under the pressure of the hard acceleration. Sparx laughed, and as he did, a clap of thunder echoed down the freeway. He had forgotten his powers related to his emotions. He should probably be careful. He was far out ahead of the others though. Psyker and Cloak travelled together, Psyker flying alongside Cloak's hover-disc, and the others were so far behind him he couldn't even see them. He laughed again, thunder resounded again, and he made a mental note not to laugh again. He drove his bike on harder than ever before, but then he saw Trace come powering across the dusty ground. Sneaky kid had taken a short-cut. Sparx needed to lose him again, so he weaved in and out of the traffic, trying to lose his team-mate in amongst the traffic. He tried the same old trick again, and drove up the back of a truck, using it as a ramp, and he flew through the air, landing hard on the concrete. But Trace was one step ahead of him this time. He had dodged underneath Sparx's bike, and as Sparx landed, he held his hand out, wrapping his vehicle up in vines which shot out of the ground. Sparx swore loudly as he was almost thrown from the bike. Trace rode off, laughing. Sparx pointed a finger at Trace, and shot a tiny bolt of electricity up his backside. Trace almost jumped right off his seat with the shock. He looked back at Sparx, who flicked the visor on his helmet and winked. Trace clicked his fingers, and the vines lashed back into the ground. They rode on. Soon, they got to the gates of the White House, and Trace and Sparx were left waiting for everyone else to arrive... [/size]

[size=1]Ok, well if anyone who hasn't finished yet can finish off their sign ups ASAP. I've taken all those I want in Gabriel's crew, so anyone else who wants to sign up needs to be either an Angel or a Demon. I will post my profile as well as a list of who is accepted in a few days, when a few more people have signed up. [/size]

[b][size=1]Delirium [/size][/b][size=1]Username: Shows that maybe there is some confusion in your life, a little uncertainty maybe. Maybe you are so confused you seem delirious, I don't know. Custom Title: The insane part seems to add to my theory, but I don't know about the "sexy" because I don't actually know you. Banner/Avatar: This seems to support my theory about the confusion. The wild colours and the strange patterns seem a little confused, and the phrase "It's all inside my head, and nobody knows" seems to maybe add an air of insanity into the mix. This is all purely speculation, so maybe you could tell me how I did? [/size]

[size=1]When Kraven came to, he was lying on a soft bed, with white linen sheets making it up. His brother's blood was all but gone from his body, and his wounds had healed up nicely. He sat up, and saw Reoan sitting over him. He was suddenly very aware that someone had taken all his clothes. He covered himself with the sheet, and looked around in a daze. "What happened? Where am I?" he asked Reoan croakily, his voice not yet fully recovered. "I found you, and I brought you back here. You were hurt pretty badly. What happened to you?" she replied. "I fought against an enemy I never thought I would see. So you saved me?" she nodded, "Then I owe you my life. A life-debt is never forgotten by a demon. I shall make sure it is repayed." "Who was this enemy? Is he a threat to us?" "Not any longer. He was my brother, Balthazar, sent by the Dukes of Hell to kill me and then to destroy you. Fortunately I killed him before he could get near you." "Why are you protecting me all of a sudden?" she asked. "If I do not, then order will fail, and chaos will reign. If I do not protect you, then the Angels of Heaven and the Dukes of Hell will succeed, and end up destroying each other. We cannot let that happen to this planet." "So you are only protecting me to save the Earth?" "Yes, if you wish me to put it so bluntly. I will protect you, but you should know that if the time comes, I will kill you. The few must be sacrificed at the altar of the many." "But I thought you owed me your life." "That is true, but I feel the time will come for me to kill you after I have repayed my debt. Then it shall be a battle between us." "Very well. If this is the way in which you choose to work this, then so be it." She held out her hand, and Kraven took it in a sign of partnership. "Now would you be so good as to hand me my clothes, Reoan?" he asked. She picked them up, and dropped them on his bed, before walking out of the room. Kraven got to his feet and put his clothes on, before following Reoan out of the room. He met a lot of stern faces, including Jacob, David and Amber, as well as the Fallen Angel who had appeared at the river, Asariel. They did not want to accept him, a demon who had been trying to kill Reoan. But he did not care. He kept on walking, oblivious to their stares. "Like it or not, I am part of your team now. You will come to accept it in time," he said, without even turning back. He felt the weight of the swords on his back, and that was all the comfort he needed. [/size]

[size=1]Sparx saw the small phial of liquid that Alice had just handed him. He smiled, seeing that his team was finally growing into something bigger and better. He pocketed the syringe, thanking Alice, and then walked away, swinging his jacket onto his shoulders. He flicked open a pair of shades, and put them on his face. He walked over to the Intercom system they had set up in the building, and pressed the green button, speaking into the mouthpiece. His voice echoed around the building. "Ok, team, if you are all ready to go, then let's head to Washington. Cloak, Psyker, you with us?" he asked. A reply, saying that they were coming came through the intercom, and Sparx took the mike once again. "Ok, suit up, get your equipment ready, and get on your vehicles. We leave in three minutes." (OOC: Sorry to cut anyone off from what they were doing, but we are going to Washington! You can describe your journey there, but remember to have us all meet up when we get to the White House) [/size]

[size=1]The warning message on McDonalds coffee always gets me. It says around the rim of the coffee cups: "Warning: May Be Hot." Because most of the time it isn't? I'm sure you've probably heard the story of why this came about. A woman sued McDonalds because she burnt herself on the coffee, apparently not knowing it was going to be hot when she spilt it. Also, it really ticks me off when people ask you the time and they point at their wrist. I know where my watch is! Do I point at my crotch when I tell people I need the toilet? Another one is when people say: "You can't have your cake and eat it too." Well what else are you supposed to do with cake if you can't eat it? Or am I supposed to eat someone else's cake? Also, when people say "Life is short." Well, name me one thing that you can do that is longer than life. Life is pretty damn long if you ask me! One more little thing. When people come up to you at the bus stop and say "Has the bus come yet?" Well, of course it has, that's why I'm still standing at the bus stop! Ok, rant over. Hope this adds something. [/size]

[center][size=1][img]http://tinypic.com/5o5o37[/img] [/size] [left] [size=1]I remember that night in crystal clarity, as though someone was playing a movie back to me. I remember how it started, with me going into that club, and I remember how it ended, with me lying in an alley with half my blood splattered across the floor.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]My name is Jake Harlan, also known as Gabriel, and I had done something that night to mightily piss someone off. I was a member of a gang, the Angels. We had control of the entire East Side of Haven City, and we were still growing, expanding into new areas, new districts, new territory. We were filth. Assassins, cardsharps, thugs, we were all villains, with some kind of horror in our pasts. I was one of the top members, second in command to a man named Michael, and we fought our main rivals, the Devils, for control of the West Side. I had the blood of so many Devils on my hands that I could barely sleep at night, but I did.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Not any more, though.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]After Michael?s daughter was beaten, raped and killed in an alleyway somewhere on the West Side, everyone thought it was the Devils, until some sneaky son of a ***** went straight to Michael and told him it was me. I was run out of the Angels, and they came after me like dogs. I took them out, every single one of them that was sent after me, but still they sent more and more.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]I needed refuge, a place to stay, somewhere where I could be protected from the Angels, because these were dangerous people to have as my enemies. They knew all my dirty little secrets, and they could exploit each and every one of them, just to get me out of hiding. So I used my last resort. I went to The Inferno, a club owned and run by the Devils, and I tried to use the information I had about the Angels to get accepted into their ranks.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]How was I supposed to know there would be an Angel assassination squad in the club as well as the Devils? I was beaten, dragged into the alley and shot four times in the chest. Stupid bastards should have shot me in the head, or at least made sure I was dead before walking away.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Now, five years later, after I woke up from a lengthy coma, I am back, and after assembling a new crew, I am going to destroy the Angels and the Demons, from the bottom up, killing every single member if that is what it takes.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]In this RP, you can choose to be part of any of these three sides:[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]Angels[/size] [size=1]Demons[/size] [size=1]Gabriel?s crew[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]I will only be accepting four members to be part of Gabriel?s crew, and these will only be the best sign-ups, so make them good. I will take as many people as I can to be in the Angels and Devils, but please will you use real angel and demon names if you are part of either gang.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Here is everything I need from you:[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1][b]Name[/b]: (an angel or demon name if you are part of either gang, but if you are in Gabriel?s crew you can be called whatever you want)[/size] [size=1][b]Age[/b]:[/size] [size=1][b]Gender[/b]:[/size] [size=1][b]Former Occupation[/b]: (this can be anything you want, from cocktail waitress to airline pilot)[/size] [size=1][b]Affiliation[/b]: (either Angels, Demons or Gabriel?s Crew)[/size] [size=1][b]Appearance[/b]: (picture or detailed description)[/size] [size=1][b]Personality[/b]:[/size] [size=1][b]Bio[/b]: (make this at least three or four paragraphs long, and each of those paragraphs needs to be around seven or eight sentences-tell me where you were born, how you joined whatever group you joined, and what has happened since, although if you are in Gabriel?s Crew then you will not be a part of it at the start of the RP)[/size] [size=1][b]Weapons[/b]: (this can be anything you want, within reason. I don?t really want ten or so people running around with rocket launchers)[/size] [size=1][b]Skills[/b]: (what are you good at? Shooting? Close combat? Although, again, keep it within reason)[/size] [size=1][b]Character Snippet[/b]: (this is mostly what I will be judging your sign-ups on, so make sure there is plenty of detail. This snippet can be about anything you want, from your character going to the shops to your character being involved in an all-out gunfight) [/size][size=1][/size] [size=1][u][b]Warning[/b][/u]: This RP is probably not going to be the most pleasant you have ever participated in. I can think up some pretty sick stuff if I want to.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Also, there will be no killing of other characters unless I or the person playing them has requested it of you, and also when you are signing up, be aware that I am not very tolerant of newbies, and I will not take you if your spelling, grammar and descriptions are poor.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Haven is a city in South America, by the way, somewhere around Mexico, but I will be posting all this kind of detail in the Underground thread which I am currently creating.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]I will be posting my character?s profile when a few people have already signed up.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]Happy Creating![/size] [/left] [/center]

[size=1][size=4][b]Issue 1: Assassins[/b][/size] [/size][i][size=1] The Oval Office, The White House, Washington DC... [/size][/i][size=1]The President sat calmly at his desk, waiting for his assistant to come back with news of his TV apearance. He went through his routine, breathing deeply in and out, looking over his papers, wringing his hands nervously, and wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. There was a strange sound outside, and a scream rang out, followed by a loud "thud". Gunshots were fired, and the door of the Oval Office was burst open, and three of the Presiden'ts bodyguards ran in, forming a perimeter around him, their weapons drawn. "We have a very real threat to your life, Mr President," said one of them breathlessly, "We have to get you out of here as fast as we can." Suddenly, an arm wrapped around the President's neck, and dragged him away from the circle of bodyguards. The bodyguards turned, and saw a young girl drag the President through the wall. They stared in disbelief as he disappeared through a completely solid wall. Another of the strange sounds rang out, and a figure appeared, crouched on the windowsill, a knife in his hand. His raven-black hair fell down to his shoulders, and his eyes were a piercing yellow colour. He was smiling menacingly. "Well," he said in a Russian accent, "Now that my partner has taken your precious leader, it is up to me to take care of you." He leapt at them, his knife drawn, and as they fired at him, he disappeared with a strange noise, and reappeared behind them with another strange noise, slashing them across the spines, making them fall to the ground. [i]Meanwhile... [/i]The girl dragged the President across the front lawn of the White House, all the way to the fence at the front of the building, where there were hundreds of screaming protesters. She dragged him right up to the fence, and pulled a gun, pointing it at his head. "We hate what this man is doing to our country as much as you do!" she shouted to the protesters, "But the only difference is, we have the guts to do something decisive about it!" She cocked the gun, and smiled, whispering into the President's ear: "I hope you don't have any loved ones you didn't say goodbye to." Her finger pulled the trigger, but she never let the bullet release itself. Something strange happened. She began listening to the air, as if it was talking to her, and then she let go of the President, and sank into the ground. [i]Somewhere in New York... [/i]"Ok, team," said Sparx, "We have an emergency. Someone almost killed the President, and we have to find them." "Why is it our problem?" asked Flare, also known as Chris Smith. "Because the people who just tried to kill the President have very special powers. One is a teleporter, just like our own Flash, and the other can control every molecule in her body, making her able to walk through solid objects, or to make herself as hard as steel. These are dangerous, super-powered terrorists, and this is our first assignment. Get yourselves ready, we leave in half an hour." (OOC: Ok, here is the first post. Your first posts should be about you getting ready to go to the White House. Once everyone has posted, I will post us leaving the base to get there. The base is however you want it to be, and you all have your own rooms, as well as a kitchen, three bathrooms, a weapons room and a training room, although it is mostly open-plan. Enjoy!) [/size]

[size=1]Ok, here is my profile, as well as the final list of characters.[/size] [size=1]Real Name: Alexander Trelawney[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Codename: Sparx[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Place of Birth: London, England[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Age: 21[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Gender: Male[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]Appearance: Sparx stands at around 6?, with broad shoulders and muscular arms and legs. His skin is slightly tanned, and his face is round and pleasing to the eye. His eyes are shockingly blue, and he has black spiky hair, with red highlights throughout. The back of his hair is completely red, and spiked up. He has a small scar over his left eye, from causes unknown. He wears a black muscle shirt, with a leather armour plate over the chest, with a black, knee-length leather jacket covering it. His trousers are black as well, with electric-blue lining down the outside of both legs, and his boots are heavy black leather boots, with cushioned soles, meaning he can land jumps almost silently. His entire costume is made from a lightweight, weaved polymer, which is extremely light, but also extremely resilient to damage.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Personality: Normally, Sparx is very good-humoured, with a great sense of humour, and can lighten up any situation with a witty comment. He loves his job, and takes great pride in fighting super-powered criminals. However, when he thinks he is in the right, and someone argues with him, his temper flares, and he becomes very aggressive and hostile, taking his anger out on his friends as well as his enemies. He has no problem with torturing enemies, but when it comes to killing them, that is something he stands against firmly.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Bio: The kid was brutal. He had a hold on Alex with one hand, and a large wooden pole in the other. Alex?s face was black and blue with bruises, and blood ran from his nose and mouth. He spat a mouthful of blood out onto the pavement.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?You?re gonna pay for what you did to my friend, you freak!? shouted the kid, smacking Alex again and again with the pole. Blood began to soak into the wood of the end of the pole, and Alex felt his entire body go numb.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]?But I didn?t mean to do it,? said Alex weakly, through a mouthful of broken teeth and blood, ?I don?t even know what I did!?[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?You killed him, that?s all I know!? said the kid, and he continued beating Alex with the pole. Alex saw the kid?s friend out of the corner of his eye. He lay on the pavement, burnt and smoking, but still barely breathing.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?He?s not dead!? shouted Alex, ?He?s still breathing!?[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?I don?t care! You hurt my friend, and you deserve to die!? shouted the kid.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?Stop it!? shouted Alex. Bolts of electricity began to spark between his fingers, and his eyes turned electric blue.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?Hell no! You?re doing it again!? shouted the kid, backing away. Alex floated to his feet, and, with a simple glance at the kid, thousands of volts of electricity flew from his hands into the kid?s body, throwing him backwards with tremendous force. The kid was dead before he hit the ground.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Alex ran, and didn?t stop running for six years?[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]Age 21:[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]The thug grabbed the young lady in the dark alleyway, slamming her against the wall, holding a knife to her throat. He grabbed her shirt roughly and ripped it open, revealing her red underwear. She gasped as he clamped a hand over her mouth, and tried to strip her off further.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?You don?t wanna do that, buddy,? said a calm voice from the shadows.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?Who?s there? If you call the cops, I?ll kill her!? shouted the thug.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]The figure stepped from the shadows, revealing himself. He was little more than a street thug himself, dressed in torn jeans and a hooded sweatshirt with the sleeves ripped off. His fingers flexed through his fingerless gloves.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?I?m gonna tell you one time, mister. Step away from the lady,? said the figure.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?No way,? said the thug, turning back to his ?prize.?[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?Fine. I tried,? said the figure. He threw his hand out, and bolts of electricity shot from it, crashing into the thug?s body, throwing him backwards to the floor, where he lay, unconscious.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?I warned you, didn?t I?? he asked the unconscious body. The woman walked up to him, thanking him, and began rummaging through her purse.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?Let me thank you somehow,? she said.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]?Oh, don?t worry,? he said, ?I don?t need paying for that. That?s all in a day?s work for me.?[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?I was going to give you my phone number,? she said, looking a little embarrassed. He flushed as well.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?Well, that?s good too!? he said, taking a slip of paper with a telephone number written on it from her.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]As she left the alley, two men walked up behind him, and one of them put his hand lightly on the man?s shoulder.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]?You look like you could be a valuable member of our group,? said one of them. The man turned around, and saw two men in ridiculous costumes standing in front of him. He resisted the urge to laugh.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]?Join you? And look like as much of an idiot as you two do? No thanks,? he said, ?The only way I would join you is if you seriously thought your wardrobes out.?[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]The two looked at each other.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]?Fine,? they said, ?We could use a change of costume, anyway.?[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?Well, I guess you?ve got me there,? he said.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?I?m Psyker, and the guy in the cloak is called Cloak,? said one of the men.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?That makes sense.?[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?What can we call you??[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]?Well, I?m Alexander Trelawney, but you can call me Sparx,? he said, holding out his hand for one of them to shake. Psyker took it, and got a slight static shock from Sparx. Sparx burst into laughter, and Psyker looked disdainfully at Cloak.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?I guess we?re going to have to put up with this from now on, right?? he asked.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]?Oh yes.?[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]They went on to recruit many new members, with powers like their own, coming to regard them as family.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Superhuman Powers: Sparx can generate and manipulate the force of electricity. This can go from releasing a single volt up to an impressive 500,000 volts of electricity. He can also take electricity form an outside source, such as a power line, and channel it through his body, aiming it directly at his enemies. However, excessive use of his powers can leave him extremely drained, upon which he must recharge.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Weapons/gadgets: Sparx has a grapple gun, which fires a high-tension steel cord with a small hook on the end, meaning he can swing from place to place. He does not need weapons, however, as he is extremely proficient in many forms of unarmed combat.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]Mode of Transport: Sparx rides a souped-up Kawasaki[/size] [size=1]motorcycle, with turbo engines and a few special surprises.[/size] [size=1]And now the final list: [/size][u][size=1]Selected[/size][/u] [size=1]Lilian (Lily) Watson/Naiad-Kitty[/size] [size=1]Chris Smith/Flare-Who Am I?[/size] [size=1]Trace Gilfer/Stalk-Kamuro[/size] [size=1]Alexander Launch/Iced Over-SadBlue[/size] [size=1]Sakura Kuroichi/Shift-Sakura Ellie Abitt/Lunasol-Amon Alice Manque/Flash-Isadora Kyle Adams/Void-Grunt Salesman I am sorry to silverwolf_fang and Raze_3103, but I couldn't accept you, not from the standard I was expecting. silverwolf, I just couldn't get into your character's powers, they were a bit too weird for my liking, and Raze, I decided not to have two people with the same powers in the RP, so Sakura got it first. This RP should be starting tomorrow, hopefully. 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[size=1]In answer to your question, Kamuro, my epiphany changed my life a hell of a lot, and definitely for the better. I have never before gained so many good, true friends in such a short space of time. This is the time when I am happiest, as my new friends have even helped me to better myself. I never used to do anything for my school, but now, with ym new friends, I have been doing so much more, and it is extremely satisfying. Since the school play, we have organised charity concerts as well as played in them, and we helped to organise a battle of the bands, and one more thing is that with my old group of friends, I would never have been nominated for Head Boy at school, but with my new friends I was (I didn't get it, but it was great to have been nominated anyway).[/size]

[size=1]Garrek saw Aron walking towards the burning village, and his heart and mind filled with rage, blinding him. He strode towards Aron, grabbed him by the collar, and threw him into the woods that were to one side of him. He hit a tree, and fell to the floor. Garrek grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, and slammed him against a tree. "You seem awfully calm for someone who has just caused the deaths of two of our team-mates, Aron!" Garrek spat, "Can't you show a little compassion?" "What do you mean? How have I caused their deaths?" asked Aron, shocked by this turn of character for Garrek. "If you had been better prepared, if you had been able to stop that guy, Azalea wouldn't have died! If you hadn't involved Yuri in all this, he wouldn't have been killed! Now do you understand what I am saying?" "Garrek, it wasn't my fault that Azalea died! Luke caught me completely unawares! He can do that to you! You wouldn't have been able to stop him either!" "Well I would have tried!" he shouted, "And what about Yuri?" "It was his choice that he joined us, Garrek, I didn't force him to! You can't blame Yuri's death on me!" protested Aron. "Well, what about my people?" Garrek asked coldly. "What do you mean, your people? How did I get them killed?" "You persuaded me to join you. If I hadn't have joined you, then Bain would never have killed them!" "Again, Garrek, that was your choice, not mine! I can't be blamed for any of this, even if I do feel responsible for all of it!" "Well, you should know this, Aron: if anyone else dies, you are going to pay the price for it. Do you understand?" "What are you saying, Garrek? If someone else dies, then you're going to kill me?" "That's not what I said. Just be careful. I want to be your friend, Aron, I want to help you get home, but I can't stand all this death you've brought. I needed to get all of this out somehow, and you were the one I could lay the most blame on. I don't hold anything against you, Aron, remember that. I am your friend, your companion, and I will follow you to the ends of the Earth. You have proved to me that you can be trusted, and I hope I have proved the same." "I am sorry I have brought so much death on you, friend, I truly am," said Aron. He held his hand out, and Garrek took it, shaking it in a very human fashion. Garrek aloowed Aron out of the forest, but he stood, resting his head on a tree, drawing strength from it. The energy he drew from the tree helped him, and healed his broken bones. "Thank you, my friend," he whispered to the tree, before walking off to rejoin the rest of the group. [/size]

[size=1]Kraven's swords clashed against the flaming sword that belonged to his brother. They fought, moving round each other, swinging their weapons, each trying to kill the other. Balthazar was stronger, faster, more skilled, most likely as a result of being in Hell far longer than Kraven. The power of the fire and the brimstone had changed him, increasing his strength and speed. Kraven spun round, slashing at his brother, managing to knock his hat off, sending it flying through the air, landing on the dusty ground. In the split-second that this distracted Bathazar, Kravne managed to ram both of his swords through his brother's stomach. Thick, ebony blood dripped onto the floor, running off Kraven's swords. Blood welled up in the corner of Balthazar's mouth, and it began to dribble slowly from his eye sockets. Kraven stood facing his brother, still holding the swords that had all but killed him, breathing heavily. Balthazar raised his flaming sword, and brought it down, striking a heavy blow across Kraven's chest. A long, bloody gash opened in his flesh, and his shirt was ripped open. Another swipe from Balthazar caught Kraven across the cheek, cutting open the skin swiftly. Blood splattered onto the floor, and Kraven resumed his grip on his swords, and pulled them apart, cutting his brother in two. His top half fell to the floor, and as his body turned to hot ash, a huge, flaming figure rose from what remained of him. "Kraven!" it screamed, flying at him, not giving him any time to dodge before it smashed into his body, burning his shirt almost completely off, and driving him backwards, flying him into the sky. Kraven tried to stop it, but it shrugged off his blows, and continued flying him into the air. When it reached around 40 feet into the air, the flaming figure balled up into a fiery sphere, wrapping itself around Kraven, and exploded in a huge shower of flames and sparks, blasting Kraven all the way back down into the ground. He fell, smashing into the ground hard, making a cloud of dust rise and billow around him. Blood leaked from his chest and his face, mixing with the dust on the ground to make a thick paste, and he felt everything go black... [/size]

[size=1]Dust swirled up around his feet as he walked, slowly, away from the group. His head was bowed, his mind deep in thought. Could he join the one he had hunted for so long? Could he join Reoan? Perhaps it was merely petty vengeance that drove him to kill her, vengeance that must be set aside to help her accomplish her goal. Perhaps he should forget his quarrel with her, and concentrate on defeating the angels. After all, the Dukes of Hell had wronged him more than she had done, and he could use her help to defeat them. He turned back, ready to go back to Reoan with his decision, when a small puff and the smell of brimstone filled the air. Kraven turned, and saw a demon sitting on a rock behind him, simply flipping a stone in it's hand as if it were a coin. This demon was humanoid, around six feet tall, wearing a crisp white suit and hat. "What do you want of me, demon?" Kraven asked the demon without even turning to look at him. "What do you want of me, demon? That's not a nice way to talk to someone like me," replied the demon, his voice smooth and silky. "What do you mean, someone like me?" asked Kraven, now turning to face this demon. "There he is. I was wondering when I would see you again, Kraven," said the demon, getting up off his seat and moving towards Kraven. He stood close to Kraven, facing him, and placed his hands on Kraven's shoulders. Then, with no warning, he pulled Kraven into a tight embrace. "What are you doing?" spluttered Kraven with disgust, pushing the demon away. "You don't recognise me?" "Why should I?" "Demons should always remember their own flesh and blood," said the demon. "Balthazar?" said Kraven in disbelief. He could not believe that he was talking to his brother. "The one and only. As you can see, I have had a few changes of body, as have you, I see," said Balthazar, "You don't look too happy to see me, brother." "That's because I know you can only be here for one thing." "And what might that be?" "You're a demon. The demons are after me. You've been sent to kill me, haven't you?" "Well, if you must know, I have been sent here to kill you. The higher powers don't like what you're doing, especially now you're going to join Reoan." "How do they know that? I only decided that a couple of minutes ago!" "The Dukes have eyes and ears everywhere, Kraven, you should know that!" "So they sent my own brother to kill me? How ironic." "Well, I have to do my job. They think that if you join forces with Reoan, you're going to become too powerful. She has a lot of powerful friends, you know." "Well, if you're going to kill me, then you might as well try," said Kraven, getting a little tired of his brother's games. "But that would take all the fun out of it," said his brother, drawing a flaming sword from mid-air, "But I could use the practice. I'm a little rusty." He threw the sword at Kraven, who ducked, and the sword flew back to his hand. "Oh, what do you know, I've still got it!" he said, running at his brother with the sword flashing...[/size]

[font=Verdana][size=1]"What's wrong, Alex?" asked Armes.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]"It's nothing really. I got a really weird note stuck on my door last night."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]"We would have seen it, though, Alex. I passed your door and there was nothing on the outside."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]"That's the weird part. The note was on the inside, but my door had been locked all night. There was no sign of a disturbance to my keys or anything, and even then they couldn't have gotten inside to get my keys."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]"It's probably nothing," said Armes, "It was probably just the innkeeper playing a joke on you."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]"Well it wasn't a very funny joke, if you ask me, Armes," replied Alex, running his hand through his hair, as he did when he was nervous.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]Suddenly, Alex felt a rush of wind blow from where Kei and Ashlyn were. He jumped to his feet, and ran to where they were. A medieval knight on horseback was facing them, and another lay on the ground.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]"What the hell is going on here?" shouted Alex, "Stop attacking my friends!"[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]The knight turned to him, bowed his head, then rode away. The floored knight got to his feet, bowed and ran after his partner.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]"This is getting weirder and weirder," said Alex. He walked over to Kei and Ashlyn, helping Ashlyn to her feet.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]"What was that all about?" he asked.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]"I have no idea," she said, "But Kei did something to them before you got here."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]"I don't know how I did it, but I created a gust of wind powerful enough to knock one of them off his horse," said Kei, looking a little shaken, "How did you get them to leave?"[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]"I don't know. I just told them to go, and they left. It was really weird."[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]"Well, I guess we'd better get back to the group. Professor Arcaine should meet us there at some point," said Ashlyn.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]"I guess you're right," replied Alex, and they all went back to the group.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1](OOC: Hope I haven't rushed anything or gotten in the middle of anything important here, Astdis and Reiku)[/size][/font]

[size=1]Ok, here we go with possibly the hardest part of my job as creator of this RP.[/size] [u][size=1]Selected[/size][/u] [size=1][/size] [size=1]Lilian (Lily) Watson/Naiad-Kitty[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]Chris Smith/Flare-Who Am I?[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]Trace Gilfer/Stalk-Kamuro[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]Alexander Launch/Iced Over-SadBlue[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]Sakura Kuroichi/Shift-Sakura[/size] [size=1][/size] [u][size=1]Pending[/size][/u] [u][size=1][/size][/u] [size=1]Damon Hinders/Shadow-silverwolf_fang: I like your character, but remember this is an RP about people with super powers, not a group of people who have loads of weapons. Maybe if you tone the weaponry down a touch then I will accept you.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]Trent Tanaka/Schwarz-Raze_3103: I'm trying to decide whether I'm happy having two people with the same powers, and Sakura gets it first, because I've RPed with her before, and she is very good, but if I decide I can have two people with the same powers then you will be in.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]I still need people to play Cloak and Psyker, as well as some more original characters, so sign-ups are still way open. Isadora should hopefully be signing up sometime soon, so that will be one more, but we are still gonna need a couple more.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]I will hopefully post my sign-up in the next couple of days, if I can get my damn computer to work properly.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]Catch ya later![/size]

[size=1]This is where I am going to post the profiles of Psyker and Cloak, the two other characters mentioned in the story. I will also be using the Underground thread to post details about the story for each chapter, or "Issue." But don't worry, everyone will be included in each issue. Here are the profiles for Psyker and Cloak: [u][b] Psyker [/b][/u][/size] [size=1][b]Real Name[/b]: Jason King[/size] [size=1] [b]Codename[/b]: Psyker[/size] [size=1][b]Place of Birth[/b]: New York City[/size] [size=1][b] Age[/b]: 35[/size] [size=1][b]Gender[/b]: Male[/size] [size=1][b]Appearance[/b]: Jason stands at 6?6?, making him a fair bit taller than Sparx. His muscles ripple all over his body, and he has extremely strong arm and leg muscles. He wears a skin-tight black jumpsuit, which allows for greater movement, and this jumpsuit covers his entire body. His skin is tanned, and his face is showing premature signs of aging. For instance, he has lines around his mouth and eyes, and his thick black hair has small patches of grey around the temples. He has hazel-brown eyes, and is considered to be very handsome.[/size] [size=1][b]Personality[/b]: Jason has two very different personalities. The first is his public personality. As he is a big star in the public eye, for his vast inherited fortune and his huge donations to charity, he comes off as a kind, funny man, who takes a very carefree attitude towards life. However, when he becomes Psyker, he is a very troubled man, who struggles to control all the aspects of his powers. He is also a born leader, who takes control of every situation, and works out all the options and weighs them up before acting.[/size] [size=1][b]Bio[/b]: You can make this up yourself[/size] [b][size=1][/size][/b][size=1][b]Superhuman Powers[/b]: Psyker is a high-level psychic, who has powerful telepathic abilities. He can read dozens of minds at once, making sense of what is otherwise a morass of emotions and thoughts. He is also a strong telekinetic, able to move heavy object with the power of his mind, as well as creating telekinetic shields around himself and others, and making waves of telekinetic force strong enough to throw his enemies backwards.[/size] [b][size=1][/size][/b][size=1][b]Weapons/gadgets[/b]: None-he relies on his power to pull through for him every time.[/size] [size=1][b]Mode of Transport[/b]: None. He can use his telekinetic ability to the level which means that he can propel himself through the air in flight.[/size] [size=1] [u][b] Cloak [/b][/u][/size][size=1][b] Real Name[/b]: Martin Brown[/size] [size=1] [b]Codename[/b]: Cloak[/size] [size=1][b]Place of Birth[/b]: Sidney, Australia[/size] [size=1][b]Age[/b]: 27 [b]Gender[/b]: Male[/size] [size=1][b]Appearance[/b]: Since his body is horribly scarred from an accident in his youth, Martin has taken to wearing a long black overcoat, which is buttoned up all the time, with a high collar, and a wide-brimmed hat. This results in not being able to see his face very much. All you can see of it is a pair of red eyes, another by-product of his horrendous accident.[/size] [size=1][b]Personality[/b]: Martin used to be a carefree young man, who used his ability to talk witty banter along with his powers of invisibility to become a successful street magician. But since his accident, he has become very serious, and can seem cold to some people. He is very calm, however, and never seems to raise his voice. His voice is very calming in itself, a smooth, almost melodic voice. He spends a lot of his time meditating.[/size] [size=1][b]Bio[/b]: Make this up yourself.[/size] [size=1][b]Superhuman Powers[/b]: Cloak can turn himself and any objects he is touching turn completely invisible. However, this only works on a certain amount of mass. He can easily turn himself invisible, and usually one other person, but he has to concentrate extremely hard to make this person turn invisible with him. He also has the ability to take the invisible force around him and create pulses of force, able to knock enemies off their feet, but that is the only offensive aspect of his power.[/size] [size=1][b]Weapons/gadgets[/b]: As he has very little use in battle, Cloak uses a retractable ?buzz-baton,? a small taser-like object which he can use to knock enemies unconscious. He is, however, proficient in many forms of unarmed combat.[/size] [size=1][b]Mode of Transport[/b]: Cloak has a small, hovering platform that he stands on to get around. He can use his powers to make this invisible, so it seems as if he is flying, but normally he either cloaks himself as well, or doesn?t cloak it at all.[/size] [size=1] If anyone wants to play either of these characters, I will need them to PM me with a Bio before posting it in the Inn. I will then tell them if that Bio is alright, and then they will be able to post their entire profile in the Inn.[/size]

[size=1]Humanity has always relied on its heroes to get through the hard times?[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]The motorbike roared along the dark street, weaving in and out through the traffic, hot on the trail of a sleek, black car it was chasing. Lights streaked as the vehicle shot past. Wind rushed through the rider?s hair, and his jacket flapped behind him as he rode.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]The sunroof of the car whirred open electrically, and a powerful figure poked out of the roof. His shock of red hair flowed in the wind, and his green eyes glinted maniacally.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?So long, hero!? he shouted, stretching his hands out in front of him, fists clenched. Bright green beams of energy shot from his hands, pulverising the asphalt in front of the motorbike. Chunks of concrete flew into the air, striking the rider in the face sharply. He grunted, throwing his head back to avoid more grit.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]The next blast struck the motorcyclist square in the chest, throwing him backwards off the bike. The villain smiled and nodded, lowering himself back into the car.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Suddenly, something struck the car on the roof, causing the driver to swerve slightly.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?What the hell was that?? shouted the red-haired villain, his veins throbbing in his temples and his neck.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?I?m not sure, sir,? said the driver, ?It seems like something just hit the roof, but I can?t tell what!?[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?Well, find out!? the villain shouted, slapping his driver sharply around the head.[/size] [size=1][/size] [size=1]Just then, electricity began to spark and crackle all over the vehicle, electrifying the entire car. The driver was killed as a bolt of electricity struck him in the chest, stopping his heart. The villain cupped his hands, and a sphere of green energy surrounded him. The bolts of electricity bounced off the sphere, completely destroying the car. The villain went rolling off down the road, and a pair of boots landed close to his head.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]The villain flipped to his feet, to find the motorbike rider standing over him, his hands and eyes sparking with electricity, his entire body crackling with power.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?You?ve killed a lot of people today, Recoil,? said the biker, ?And that?s something some people think you deserve to die for. But I am not going to kill you. That is not the way I work.?[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?What are you going to do to me?? asked Recoil, the man facing the biker.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?Oh, I may not kill you, but I am going to hurt you. A lot,? said the biker. He raised his hands, and sparks jumped between his fingers, making arcs of electricity zap between his hands. He turned his hands, and shot electricity at Recoil.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]But something stopped the bolts in mid-air, and rebounded into the air, bouncing away harmlessly.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?Stop it, Sparx,? said a calm voice from mid-air, ?We do not work that way.? As if a cloak was lifted, a man appeared from thin air, dressed in a long, black overcoat and a wide-brimmed hat.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?Come on, Cloak,? said Sparx, ?You know this guy deserves it!?[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?He may deserve it, Sparx,? said a third voice, coming from a tall man in a black jumpsuit, holding his hand out, ?But we still do not work that way.?[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Recoil was lifted into the air by some invisible force, and pinned against a wall of a nearby building. Two large metal girders pulled themselves from a building site, and wrapped around Recoil, attaching him to the wall.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?He?s gonna come back, Psyker, and you know it! We could have stopped him for good!? shouted Sparx, his temper flaring.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?Calm down, Sparx,? said Psyker, ?I?m releasing some calming pheromones into your brain. You need to calm down.?[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]?I don?t need to calm down!? shouted Sparx, ?I?m in the right, and you know it!? He stormed off, getting back onto his motorbike and riding off.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]These are true heroes. They may argue, they may have fights, but they will always stick together, and they will rid the Earth of evil.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]I?m going to need the two heroes named Psyker and Cloak, whose profiles I will be posting in the Underground thread, as well as around six original heroes to join them in their fight. I will be playing Sparx, as well as the various villains we will be facing along the way.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Here is what I need from the original characters:[/size][size=1][/size] [b][size=1]Real Name:[/size][/b] [size=1][b]Codename[/b]: Make it relevant to your powers[/size] [size=1][b]Place of Birth[/b]: Anywhere in the world. You can say certain things in your own language, but mostly you will be speaking English.[/size] [size=1][b]Age[/b]:[/size] [size=1][b]Gender[/b]:[/size] [size=1][b]Appearance[/b]: No pictures here, only detailed descriptions[/size] [size=1][b]Personality[/b]: Keep this varied from the others-I don't want a team of six loners [/size] [size=1][b]Bio[/b]: Give details of your childhood, and make sure to mention how you joined the team[/size] [size=1][b]Superhuman powers:[/b] Now this is the fun part. You can make this anything you want, from energy-casting powers to shape-shifting, but I want NO God-like powers with which you can destroy the city in a single energy blast. These will also evolve over the course of the RP.[/size] [size=1][b]Weapons/gadgets[/b]: Anything that you use not related to your powers[/size] [size=1][b]Mode of transport[/b]: Do not fill this in if one of your powers is flight.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]I will be posting my character?s profile when a few people sign up. PM me if you want to play either Cloak or Psyker, but be warned, I will only be taking experienced, serious RPers to fill these roles.[/size][size=1][/size] [size=1]Happy Creating![/size]

[size=1]As Sion trudged down the mountain steadily, he only just looked down at himself. He looked completely different to what he had done before. His clean, white robes and shining steel armour were gone, replaced by a stylish black suit, and his hands were pale, the nails thick, black and sharp, although not all that long, and as he felt his face, he felt a small beard and scraggy hair. Strange. Suddenly, the cool, clean air of the mountain changed to foul-smelling, sulphur-like air, thick with smoke. He turned, and saw a demon hit the ground, the ice and snow around him melting away, turning into slush, then into water, which flowed away. The demon was cloaked in flame, his hands burning with power, and his eyes blazing with fire and fury. His teeth seemed to spark as they ground against each other, and his claws slid out of their sheaths. "A demon? But how?" Sion asked himself. But there was no time for answers. The demon leapt at him, teeth and claws flashing. There was barely time for Sion to draw one of his swords and smash it into the demon's mouth, blocking the teeth. Both fighters pushed at each other, Sion trying to push the demon backwards, and the demon trying to do the same to him. Sion brought his foot up, smashing his knee into the demon's lower jaw, making it's head snap backwards. It growled in pain, and released it's grip on Sion's weapon. The angel drew his second sword, and as the demon ran at him a second time, he ducked the swipes it made at him, and sliced through the tendons in its legs. It fell to the floor, howling, and Sion walked calmly up to the demon, placing one sword either side of its neck, and slamming the weapons together, removing the demon's head completely in a scissor motion. Blood splattered up onto Sion's face, and he knew that he had just ruined his suit. He scowled, then wiped his swords on the demon's fur, and sheathed them behind his back. He walked down the mountain. Upon reaching the bottom of the mountain, he judged which way he would need to be going, and headed South, away from the huge mountain range he had just escaped. [/size]

[SIZE=1]My major epiphany was this: At school a couple of years ago, I was really unhappy, as the group of friends I had weren't really "my kind" of people. They were chronically depressed, and were into horrible horrible music, and I just didn't get along with them that well generally. But then I did one thing which I had been wanting to do for the last two years but my friends seemed to be holding me back. This thing was to audition for the school play. I made a lot of new friends when I was rehearsing the play, and as a result of spending less time with them, I found myself getting along better with my other friends. So, in one simple action, my life was pretty much turned right around. So what I came to realise was that if I was with a group of people who were holding me back from what I wanted to do, then I shouldn't be with that group. I followed this thought, and, as a result, am a lot happier now than I was before.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]"You may be willing to help her, angel," said Kraven, striding across the river calmly, "But she will be dead before you get a chance to!" In a single, swift motion, he drew one of his swords, and swung it up, so it was held at Reoan's neck, nicking the soft flesh slightly. A bead of blood dribbled out of the tiny gash in her neck, but she simply stared into Kraven's fiery red eyes, responding to his fury with cool, calm patience. "You are trying to lure me into a trap, Reoan. I know this tactic. You want me to believe that you are not afraid in the least, but on the inside, you are quaking with terror! You want me to become so blinded by my own fury that I attack you rashly, without planning. You will have no such luck, Guardian." "You shall not call me Guardian!" shouted Reoan, her own sword flashing through the air, stopping at Kraven's chest. The point drove itself into the flesh of his chest, drawing blood, which dribbled down his chest. "I gave that title up a long time ago, when I gave up the duties of being a Guardian. So call me by my name, not by anything else, Kraven," she said, a little softer now. "Well, even though it was no longer your duty, you still decided to destroy me, simply because I was a demon." "It wasn't simply because you were a demon, Kraven! You started the fight, remember that. I was acting completely in self-defence." "I may have started the fight, but you sure as Hell finished it, Reoan! You didn't need to destroy my body! That was the only thing I had! It was my perfect human body, and you took it away from me!" "You were going to kill me, Kraven! What else was I supposed to do?" "You could have showed mercy! I thought heavenly beings were supposed to be merciful!" "I was no longer an agent of Heaven when we fought, Kraven. I did not stand for their principles any longer, not after what they did to me." "Why did you not stick to them? They were honourable principles, and you should have stuck to the value of honour, and you could have gained your freedom. Is this what you planned when you fell in love? A life of being an outcast? A renegade? We may not be so different after all, Reoan. We are both renegades, hunted by our own kind. We are outcasts, and we cannot return to the way it was before." "I suppose we are not that different, Kraven. Perhaps we can make a deal?" "What kind of deal?" "An alliance. Just for the time we need, then we can separate and never bother each other again. I will help you destroy the Dukes of Hell, as long as you help me destroy the angels I despise so much. What do you say?" "I will need time to decide, Reoan. I will leave you for a while, but when I return to you with my decision, I will find you." He sheathed his sword on his back, and turned his back on the small group, walking away from them. Raphael followed him, crawling on his knees, pleading. "Please help me! You wish to destroy Reoan as much as we do! We can unite in a common goal!" he cried. Kraven looked from him to Reoan, and then kicked the angel in the face, throwing him backwards into the water, where he landed with a splash. "I will not take pity on any angel," he spat, "Filth." (OOC: I hope that's ok for you, demonchild, PM me if its not)[/SIZE]