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[SIZE=1]Alec and the newly-transformed vampire Kefira walked down the halls of the building, their spotless whiteness almost blinding them. Alec walked a good few yards away from Kefira, making sure that she couldn't bite him if she lost control. "Stop right there, you two!" shouted a voice from behind them. They turned, and saw a group of soldiers, at least twenty, maybe even thirty, all armed with automatic rifles and grenade belts. One of their radios crackled, and a muffled voice came through, too unclear for Alec or Kefira to hear exactly what they were saying, and then the soldiers put away their automatic rifles, holstering them on their backs. The leader then drew a long, clear plastic pistol, and aimed it at Alec. He fired twice, and two needles filled with a powerful sedative flew out of the barrel, piercing Alec's clothes and injecting their contents into his bloodstream. Within a few seconds, he was unconscious on the floor. Kefira looked down at him, then leapt at the soldiers, who fired wildly in her direction. A bullet clipped her shoulder, and she fell to the floor, bleeding. She groaned in pain and clutched at her shoulder, blood seeping between the fingers. The soldier who Kefira assumed must be the captain walked over to her and drew his sedative pistol again, firing a shot directly into her head, knocking her out almost instantly. He holstered the pistol and took his radio out, saying into it: "We've got them. They're both alive, just as requested. We'll have them at the research lab any minute now." (OOC: Tag, Reiku)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Axel stood outside Heaven, trying to decide where he wanted to go. There were the priests who had almost killed him all those years ago, so he could take revenge on them, or there was the one who sent him to Limbo, the great demon Beelzebub. But Renee and Izzic had already gone to Hell, and Axel didn't like following trends. He preferred to do his own thing. So he decided to go to Earth to make a visit to the priests who had hurt him so badly. He checked his swords, made sure they were sharp. Of course they were. He had spent every waking moment in Limbo sharpening them or preparing to take his revenge. He walked over to Aelio, and said to him: "Take me to Earth. To the Vatican. I have a little unfinished business there." Aelio nodded, and struck Axel lightly in the chest with his staff. A bright flash of light, and Axel was in the Vatican. The spotless stone walls disguised the demonic blood that had been spilled there for countless centuries. The only sound was a soft, slow, monotonous chanting, and the steady sound of footsteps. Axel laughed a little, knowing what must be done. He drew his swords, and walked towards the chanting. He knew that there would be monks there, perhaps even the warrior monks that the Vatican kept so secret. This was good. Axel needed a challenge. He turned the corner into a large prayer hall, his swords drawn, glinting in the half-light thrown around by the candles. His shadow danced on the walls as the candlelight flickered. The monks turned towards him, and saw his cloaked figure, with his weapons drawn. A few of them broke down and fell to their knees, praying, and some found weapons around them. These must have been the warrior monks. "Begone, spawn of Satan!" cried one of the monks in English, but with a thick Italian accent. "I will not leave until my vengeance is done. Your kind are the ones who did this to me!" Axel pulled back his hood to reveal a face deeply scarred, with one eye completely blinded, merely a tiny red light glowing from the scarred folds of flesh. Some of the monks gasped, a couple fainted, but the warrior monks stayed calm. "Oh good. I do hate it when they surrender," Axel said quietly, before launching into his assault...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Anarchy spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the dusty ground, mixing with the soil to make a strange, claggy substance. He saw his opponent standing defensively, ready for any attack that Anarchy could make. Mage's sword glinted in the moonlight, and his short sword was ready at his side. Anarchy's wheels were dull, almost completely unreflective, from so much use and so little care. He vowed to himself to clean them and prepare them properly before his next battle. "I don't think you wanted to do that, Mage," said Anarchy, his rage flashing briefly across his eyes. Everything seemed to slow down as he ran at Mage, his wheels swishing as they moved through the air. Just before he got to Mage, he jumped, flipping clean over his foe, and brought his wheels down towards Mage's head. Mage only just managed to block them, and the impact of the blow sent him reeling slightly, and as Anarchy landed, he launched into a full-on assault, his strength returned after he had lost so much earlier. His wheels spun as he sliced them towards Mage, the barbs on the edges of the wheels slicing through Mage's clothes across his chest. Now both warriors had their chests bared to the elements. Anarchy's relentless attacks seemed to be wearing Mage down, and the warrior only just managed to resist the urge to fall down to the floor and rest. Anarchy's wheels smashed down onto Mage's swords again and again, driving the warrior down onto one knee, as he had done near the end of his battle with Ozymandius Jones. When the warrior was one on knee, Anarchy swiped his legs out with his foot, dropping him to the floor, where he still managed to block Anarchy's attacks, holding his sword high above his head. Anarchy's foot slammed down into Mage's stomach, and his other foot was planted firmly on the ground, keeping his balance steady. At the last minute, when it looked like the match belonged to Anarchy, Mage managed to move his sword to cut the soft flesh of Anarchy's ankle. He cried out inpain, and brought his foot up, allowing Mage to get to his feet. Anarchy saw this, and ducked below Mage's swipe, drawing his wheels across Mage's thighs. Blood gushed down the warrior's legs, and he fell to the floor once more. Anarchy looked down on him, limping slightly, and drew one of his wheels back, ready to ram the barb on one edge straight into Mage's chest... (OOC: I think one more post each should do it, don't you, Mage?)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Alex pushed the doors of the bar, and they swung open, revealing to him the smoky interior. The rank stench of cigarette smoke and strong liquor assaulted his nostrils, and he took a step back. He surveyed the scene, now holding a silk handkerchief over his mouth and nose. This kind of atmosphere would play havoc with his pores. Looking around, he saw several familiar faces, including Asmodeus, the demon of Lust, hidden behind his avatar, Julian; Leliel, the Angel of Night, also known as Ten Nebre, and a few others. One of the others, a man named Fallan, turned to the door and gazed vaguely at Alex. "Hey, Alex," he said, "This isn't the kind of place I would expect to find you." "That's funny, because this isn't the kind of place I'd expect to see you either, Fallan. However, it's exactly the kind of place I'd expect to see you, Julian," replied Alex. "Funny. You're a regular riot, Alex," replied Julian. Alex walked over and took a bar stool next to Fallan. "What can I get you?" asked the bartender. "Scotch on the rocks," replied Alex. The bartender poured a measure of scotch into a glass with small pieces of ice in it. "More than that, come on man," Alex said. The bartender poured more and more scotch into the glass, until it was nearly full. Then Alex picked the glass up and drained the contents in one. "You gotta give it to the men," he said, "They do know how to make some good liquor!" "Really? I find it kinda bland," replied Fallan, sipping gently at his water. "Well, that's because you only ever drink water, Fallan. Why don't you try something a little stronger every once in a while?" Fallan shook his head. "Well, I guess you are an angel. We demons know how to have a good time, right Julian!" Alex shouted across the bar. Julian raised his glass and cheered. Alex turned back. He clicked his fingers, and a small jet of black hell-fire appeared in his fingers. He began to spin it around his fingers, stopping it from engulfing his hand completely, but just flipping it around. It had proved a good party trick before. He saw that Fallan was unimpressed, and blew the flame out. He swivelled on his stool to face Fallan. "What's the matter, Fallan? Aren't you looking forward to the battle? We finally get to give those gods their comeuppance! It's the opportunity we've been waiting for for so long, and now it's finally here! Come on, that's something to be happy about, isn't it?" he said. "I guess," sighed Fallan. "Oh, come on, I know you're looking forward to it somewhere in there. There's a part of Sahaquiel in there that wants to kick some celestial ass, I know it." (OOC: Sorry it's kind of all over the place, but I didn't know what you wanted as a first post)[/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]The explosion ripped through the carriages of the train in a wave of burning shards of metal. Orange flames shot through the vehicle, blasting out all the windows, shards of glass shattering as they made contact with the floor. The metal casing of the carriages buckled and groaned as they were thrown outwards by the force of the explosion. Metal ripped, and fire shot out through the gaps in the train?s metal plated walls. People ran around screaming. Women had seen their children pulverised by falling chunks of metal, husbands had seen their wives burnt to death by white-hot air, young boys had seen their mothers ripped to shreds by hot shrapnel. And amidst all the chaos, all the destruction, all the mayhem, one man sat watching and laughing. He started his car, and drove down the road, still laughing like a maniac. The police were too busy clearing up the mess to try and follow him, so he was home free. He got back to his hotel room, and picked up the phone. He plugged in a small device to stop them from finding out where he was, and dialled a number. It was the number of the Anti-Terrorist Bureau in London. * * * At the bureau, Jack Gordons picked up the ringing phone. Everyone around him was busy working on the train bombing, just as he had ordered. ?Hello, ATB London, this is Gordons speaking,? he said into the receiver. ?Ah, Mr Gordons, good evening. I assume your people are working on that little surprise of mine,? came a distorted voice on the other end. ?Who is this?? asked Gordons, beckoning for people to come over to him. A small group of technicians rushed over to him. ?You can call me Hotwire. This is, of course, not my real name, but you will need to call me something, won?t you now? Anyway, I am the one who destroyed that train a few minutes ago.? Gordons put his hand over the receiver and spoke to some of the technicians who had just run over to him. ?This is the guy who just blew up the train. I need a satellite track on his location,? he said. Two of the technicians immediately ran off to try and trace his location. ?It?s no good trying to track me by this phone call, Mr Gordons. This is a secure line, completely untraceable, even by your superior technology.? ?You?re bluffing. Our computers can trace anything.? ?Then go ahead and try. Just don?t come running to me when you fail.? ?Do you have demands?? asked Gordons, the first thing you should ask in a situation like this. You need to keep the terrorist happy, otherwise there?s no knowing what he could do next. ?I have only one demand. Send out your best field agents, and surrender control of them to me. They will obey my commands, and my commands only.? ?How will you ensure they do this?? ?They will each be fitted with a tracking device by my men. Then, whenever I want them to do anything, I will call them on a secure line, and if they do not comply, then there will be another little ?accident? on the way somewhere in Britain, or even in America. Do I make myself clear?? ?Perfectly.? ?Excellent. Then send them to the Waterloo tube station, where they will meet my men. If they come with any sort of backup or weaponry, then I will detonate another bomb. Are we clear on this?? ?Of course. They will have no backup or weaponry, and they shall come to Waterloo station.? ?Oh yes, and if they don?t get there in the next hour, I shall assume you have decided to ignore my threats, and I will detonate another bomb. Bye!? he said jovially. Then the line went dead. This country needs you! You are now part of a crack team of specialists, from British, American and Chinese intelligence. You have been taken control of by an insane terrorist, and must make sure his demands are met, otherwise you could be facing an incident of catastrophic proportions. I will not be playing an agent, only the terrorist, and I will be issuing my demands by PM. If anyone does not obey my instructions, then a bomb will be detonated somewhere in your home country. You must obey my instructions, or you will face the consequences. Here is the information I need from each of you: [B]Name[/B]: anything [B]Age[/B]: [B]Gender[/B]: [B]Nationality[/B]: anywhere in the world, but I will need at least one British agent [B]Appearance[/B]: picture or detailed description is fine [B]Personality[/B]: [B]Bio[/B]: two decent paragraphs please [B]Weapons[/B]: just handguns please, and you will not have these weapons for some of the time anyway PM me if you have any problems or questions. I will be picking the best sign-ups from those I get, if I get any! So please make sure your sign-up is of the best possible quality. Happy creating![/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1]Garrek leapt from tree-top to tree-top, the thin palm trees bending as he landed and pushed off again. Leaves fell, but then he moved to slightly safer territory as the trees thickened. Now, instead of thin palm trees there were thick, sturdy oak trees, easily capable of supporting his weight. He continued jumping, flipping around, swinging from branch to branch, disturbing the animals, possibly not taking the most nature-friendly path through the forests to the other side of the mountain. Suddenly, from nowhere, something flew through the air and knocked Garrek off his path. He fell to the floor, and whatever it was that had hit him bounced off onto a tree-branch. Garrek flipped to his feet, and drew his swords. "Who's there?" he asked. In reply, the figure flipped down and kicked him again. He managed to deliver a swift kick, throwing the figure to the floor. He got up and pointed one sword at the figure's throat. It was a young man, dressed in black, with short cropped black hair and a small goatee beard. On his back was a long pole, presumably his weapon. "Who are you?" asked Garrek. The figure squirmed a little, then kicked Garrek's sword out of the way and jumped to his feet. He drew his pole, and looked directly at Garrek. "My name is Bain. Remember it, as it is the last name you will ever hear," said the figure. He charged at Garrek, his pole swinging...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]"This guy bothering you, Ashlyn?" asked Alex, planting his hand on the bar between Ashlyn and Patrick, whilst simultaneously ordering a pint from the barman. Alex didn't like Patrick much, especially when he'd had a few. He was rowdy and annoying, and tried it on with girls he could take advantage of. "A little," she said, barely looking up from her map. She was a hard worker, was Ashlyn. But she never seemed to let her hair down enough for Alex's liking. This resulted in her getting a little tightly-wound on occasion. "Leave her alone, Patrick. Can't you see she doesn't want anything to do with you?" he said to Patrick. Pat looked a little taken aback, and then slurred: "Why are you sticking up for her, Alex? She's no fun at all!" "Well, even if that is so, she still doesn't want anything to do with you. Now, I think you've had little too much to drink as it is, so I'm going to take you back to the house. You need rest. It's going to be tough enough dealing with you tomorrow when you're hungover." "You're not going to take me back there! I hate it there! I much prefer it in the pub!" he shouted, struggling against Alex's grasp. "Come on, now, Patrick, you like it in the house really. That's just the alcohol talking," he said calmly, grabbing Patrick in such a way that he couldn't get out of Alex's grip. He walked him slowly out of the pub, saying to everyone in there: "Don't mind us. He's a bit of a lightweight, you see, can't really handle his alcohol." As they got into the cold night air outside the pub, Patrick started gagging. Alex released his grip on him and let him go. He stumbled over to the flowerbed and doubled over. He threw up, quite a lot. Alex walked him home, and made sure he got to his room safely, then leaned on the wall, and sighed. He was tired, and he wanted to be fully awake and prepared for the next day, so he went to his room, and got into bed. He dropped off to sleep quickly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Alec and Kefira followed Jonny and Cassie to the base, Kefira's wings flapping gracefully through the air. Alec had never felt like this before. He felt free now that he was in the air, he felt liberated, like none of the problems he had on the ground mattered any more. They flew swiftly, catching up with Jonny and Cassie quickly, but simply flying overhead. Jonny and Cassie did not seem to notice, but Kefira's head, even though it was the head of a bird, seemed to turn and glare at them as they flew past. "Don't worry about him, Kefira," said Alec, stroking her plumage gently, "I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you." [I][B]Well, he still did[/B][/I], she replied, [I]But I guess there's not a lot I can do about that now, is there?[/I] "I guess not. Better not to think back on it too much, though." [B][I]I suppose you're right, Alec. Thank you, you've been so supportive to me[/I], [/B] she said. "That's alright, it comes easily to me, really." They both laughed, and then they landed on top of the NASA base. Kefira turned back into a human, and, before realising that she was naked, Alec turned away and threw her some clothes he had picked up before leaving. She thanked him and got dressed. Alec turned back to her and they looked down to the skylight. "I guess there's only one way in from here," he said, looking down through the glass roof. His left hand wreathed itself in flame, and he threw a fireball down into the glass, smashing it, sending shards of glass flying down onto the ground. He jumped through the hole, and landed with his knees bent, lessening the impact. He looked around, and, seeing no-one watching, signalled that it was safe for Kefira to come in. She jumped through the hole, and Alec caught her, placing her safely on the ground. They began to move through the facility, towards where they thought everyone else would be.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]"That was pretty impressive, Kira. You certainly gave that guy a run for his money," said Garrek, approaching Kira, and seeing the Bangaa hobble away, completely out of breath. "Well, I do try," she replied. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked her. She nodded, more because she wanted the company than anything. He walked briskly to the public house, and swung the door open. The air was smoky, and there were dozens of people all of different species sitting down, smoking and drinking. Garrek saw Elves, Bangaa, Dwarves, and some species he had never even heard of before. He weaved through the crowd, and Kira followed. He shouted above the noise to the barman, a rather meaty-looking dwarf, with an impressive beard. "I'll have a pint, and the lady will have...?" he looked at Kira, expecting an answer. "I'll just have a glass of water," she replied. The dwarf waddled around, fetching the drinks, muttering under his breath: "Bloody lightweights. Can't hold their drink." Eventually they got their drinks, and Garrek barged his way through the crowd to a vacant table. They sat down, and began to talk... (OOC: Take it away, Reiku)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Alex is a student from Oxford University, who is doing some field research, much the same as Reiku's character.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Name: Axel Affiliation: Demon Age: 389 (looks 25) Appearance: see attachment (sorry if its a bit blurred) Personality: Axel is a cold-blooded killer, no more, no less. He doesn't pretend to be anything else. He has simple accepted what he is and gotten on with his life. Being trapped in Limbo, however, has driven him a little insane, and he now takes great pleasure in dishing out punishment and death. He is the quiet one, the one nobody ever expects to be a killer, but he is the most vicious person you are ever likely to meet. One thing he hates more than anything else is those of impure blood, be it angel or demon, and he will do his best to wipe these from the face of the Earth. Weapon: A pair of beautifully crafted short swords, which he uses in perfect unison to deal out the largest amount of pain. He also carries a stiletto knife in his boot. Reason for being placed in Limbo: He killed his commander because he thought that he wasn't doing a good enough job. The Meet: Axel sat in a tree, eating an apple he had picked from the tree. It looked juicy and delicious, but it was in fact dull and almost tasteless. But Axel had gotten used to that sort of thing here in Limbo. He no longer expected the grass to be lush and thick, or the trees to be strong and sturdy. He now expected disappointment. The apple went into his stomach, but it did not quell his hunger, just like all the other food here in Limbo. He threw away the core, and dropped down from the tree, his wings folding as he hit the ground. As he landed, he straightened up and spread his feathers wide, flapping them slightly. Black feathers floated gracefully to the floor, and one was stamped on by a foot. Axel looked up and saw who the foot belonged to. "Dain," he said, "I was wondering when you would come to me. I heard you were looking for demons to recruit." "That was a little assumptive of you, Axel. Why would I come to you? Do you believe you are a better fighter than others?" replied Dain, his tall, muscular physique overshadowing Axel's small, lithe figure. "I know I am a better fighter than them, Dain, and I also know that you can't survive without me. I am the only one who is not only driven to kill, but who lives for it! You know I would be a powerful ally to have. And believe me, Dain, you do not want me as an enemy." "Perhaps you are right, Axel. I suppose you will join us now?" asked Dain. "Ask nicely, Dain, I've always told you to be more polite." "So I can become the polite psychopath like you, Axel?" "Being a psychopath is not all that bad, Dain. At least you get the privacy you need." "Please will you join our cause, Axel?" asked Dain. "That's better. I will help you, Dain, but not for you. I wish to be freed from this place. That is the only reason I will fight with you, do you understand? Do not expect constant loyalty from me, or you will be sadly disappointed." "Understood," said Dain, holding his hand out. Axel shook it, then turned away from Dain and walked away. (OOC: Hope this is okay, tell me if you need anything editing) EDIT: I added the appearance[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Garrek: Magic Upgrade-Lightning1 Physical Upgrade-Weapon Throw Garrek wandered around the town, weaving in and out through the crowds of people, his thin form slipping between people with ease. People moved backwards and forwards, going to and from their workplaces. This reminded him of his hometown. It was always busy, with everyone always doing something, no time to wander around calmly. He saw a small, hunched figure in a dark brown cloak sneak out of a shop, carrying a small bundle in his hands. He ran away swiftly, quicker than his hunched form would usually allow. The shop owner, a rather obese man dressed in greasy brown overalls waddled out of the door and shouted after the cloaked figure. "Thief!" he shouted, his voice booming across the streets, "Stop that man, he's a thief!" Garrek leapt into action. He jumped onto the low roof of the shop, and ran across the rooftops at high speed, chasing the cloaked figure. Garrek leapt from rooftop to rooftop, flipping backwards and forwards, his feet crunching on the tiles as they splintered beneath his feet. He was closing in on the thief, catching up to him. He made one final, massive jump from the rooftop to the floor below, and landed on his feet in front of the thief. He drew one of his swords and pointed it at the thief, the blade poking into his neck through the thick brown cloak. "You've stolen something. I don't like thieves. Now give it to me, and you won't get hurt." The figure unfolded its arms, revealing what it had stolen. It was a small, stale piece of bread, wrapped in a filthy rag. "Please let me go, sir," said the figure, his hood falling away to reveal a small, wisened face, "My family starves while that shop owner lives in great wealth. All I asked for was a piece of bread, and when he didn't give me any, I had to steal it, don't you see? He doesn't even want it, he just hates me and my family! Please let me go!" Garrek looked surprised at this tiny figure. "Well, sure I'll let you go. That shopkeeper isn't exactly being fair. You go home to your family, and take this with you." He fished around in his pocket, and found a few spare coins. He counted it quickly, and found that he had about 5 Gil there. He extended this hand full of coins to the old figure. "It's not much, but hopefully it will help," he said. The wisened old figure bowed slightly and took the money. "I cannot begin to express how grateful I am for this, sir. I will repay you, I swear!" said the old figure, hobbling away. Garrek turned his back and began to walk off. The old figure walked away and laughed slightly to himself. "Foolish child. You see how easy it was for me to fool you?" he said to himself. As Garrek walked back to the shop, the greasy shopkeeper waddled up to him, hitching up his trousers. He held a rolling pin in his hand, and was brandishing it rather menacingly. "What the hell have you done? You let him get away, you idiot!" shouted the shopkeeper. He brought the rolling pin up and swung it down towards Garrek's head. In the blink of an eye, Garrek drew his sword and brought it up, catching the pin on the blade. "Don't even try it, old man," said Garrek, flipping the rolling pin away, so it landed on the hard, dusty ground. He sheathed his sword and walked away from the shopkeeper...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Ok, everyone so far is in, I'm just hoping for a few more sign ups and then we'll begin, and I know I have a couple more people interested. However, Me and You can you add a little more detail to your Bio. In the meantime here are the profiles for my character, the Beast and the Guardian. [U][B]My Character[/B][/U] [B]Name[/B]: Jaxx [B]Age[/B]: 1,000 (Rough estimate) [B]Gender[/B]: Male [B]Appearance[/B]: Jaxx is a tall, handsome young(looking) man. His hair is jet-black, with small streaks of red and it is spiked up slightly. He is around 6'7", broad shouldered, and he wears a black long-sleeved shirt with a leather armour plate over the chest. His trousers are made of canvas-like material, and he wears large black boots, with specially-cushioned soles, making it easy for him to jump and land comfortably. He has a scar on his left hand, which he usually covers up with a black leather glove. [B]Personality[/B]: Jaxx is a dark, brooding, revenge-fuelled man, driven by his hatred of the Guardian. He will stop at nothing to defeat him, and takes no crap from anybody who stands in his way. He is not much liked by his fellow Warrior Mage, Sade, because he has changed so much. He used to be lively, friendly, easy-going, but then he was badly wounded by the Guardian. This drove him to become the man he is today. [B]Class[/B]: Warrior Mage [B]Bio[/B]: Born to a Mage and a Warrior of the Priory, Jaxx was raised as a devout member of the council. He was taught how to fight from a young age, and soon rose above everybody else in his combat classes. It was when he was top of the class that it was discovered that he had some magical ability as well. He was trained by his mother, a high-ranking Mage in the Priory, and after several years of hard graft, he became the first Warrior Mage, training others to become like him. When he turned 700, he commanded a crack team of Warrior Mages, sent in to deal with any large-scale emergency quickly and efficiently. It was because of this that they were put on the front line in the Great Battle. Jaxx fought against the Guardian, and his squad was almost completely wiped out. Only a badly-wounded Jaxx and two others remained. One of the others was killed by a traitor to the Priory, who was subsequently executed by the last remaining healthy Warrior Mage, Sade. Jaxx was nursed slowly back to health over a few hundred years, and is now as healthy as he was the day he was born, even though he is over 1,000 years old. He now fights the Guardian for revenge, and trains harder and harder every day to defeat him. [B]Weapons[/B]: Two short swords which he can use in perfect unison. [B]Powers[/B]: Telekinesis and some dark magic powers [B][U]The Guardian[/U][/B] [B]Name[/B]: The Guardian (true name Akans'holla Jakar'manular Kranso'Thanak) [B]Age[/B]: Unknown (rumoured to have been around since the beginning of time) [B]Gender[/B]: Male [B]Appearance[/B]:see attachment [B]Personality[/B]: Two words: pure evil. [B]Class[/B]: n/a [B]Bio[/B]: Sent to Earth by God, the Guardian was supposed to be a bringer of peace and wellbeing to all mankind. But those with true great power are easily corrupted, and the Guardian was corrupted by one of the two beings in the universe more powerful than him. He was corrupted by the Beast. He was drawn to the side of pure evil and turned against those he was created to protect. He fought against the Priory of Gabriel for many long years, in a battle that was known as the Great Battle. He killed thousands of humans, but was eventually stopped and sealed in Purgatory by the most powerful of the Priory's Mages. For thousands of years he wandered the astral plane, neither material nor immaterial, neither living nor dead. But now, he has escaped into the modern world, and will stop at nothing to awaken the Beast. [B]Weapon[/B]: The Sword of the Beast, the most powerful weapon known to man and god alike. He wields it with expert precision, and when he fights with it, he cannot be stopped. [B]Powers[/B]: Immense psychic and dark magic powers, more powerful than ever before. [B][U]The Beast[/U][/B] [B]Name[/B]: The Beast (its true name is unpronuncable by the human tongue) [B]Age[/B]: As old as God himself [B]Gender[/B]: n/a [B]Appearance[/B]: Unknown-no-one has ever seen anything more than a small physical projection of the Beast's true form. [B]Personality[/B]: Again, the Beast is simply pure evil [B]Class[/B]: n/a [B]Bio[/B]: Springing into existence just a few days after God, the Beast was sealed almost instantly in an impenetrable prison. God made sure it could never escape by placing the Priory of Gabriel on Earth to stop it. There have been attempts to release it, but they have usually ended up with the summoner bursting into flames. But then, the Guardian was placed on Earth by God. The Beast saw this as a brilliant opportunity, and set about corrupting the Guardian. This took many long years, but he was eventually turned. Ever since he turned, he has done nothing except try to destroy the Priory and release the Beast. However, all of his attempts have failed. But now, in the year 2109, the Guardian has been freed from Purgatory, and will once again try to release the Beast. [B]Weapons[/B]: The Guardian [B]Powers[/B]: Immense, god-like powers unmatched by anything Wow, that took a while, but hopefully now everyone has enough information.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Well, to answer Arcadia's question, the Beast and the Guardian will be NPCs, but so you can get an idea about the kind of thing you're up against, I will be posting their profiles. Also, the Guardian will be summoning various extra-dimensional minions as well as having minions already situated on Earth as part of a cult devoted to re-awakening the Beast. And Lone Wolf, the sign-up thread is in Adventure Inn, a sub-forum of Adventure Square. Hope this helps.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Anarchy moved out of the way of one of Mage's strikes, causing Mage to lose his balance and almost topple over. Anarchy took this opportunity to bring his foot up and kick his opponent in the rear. He laughed, and Mage turned to him, furious for this lack of honour. "Come on, Mage, have a sense of humour!" said Anarchy, his speech slightly muffled through his laughter. However, his opponent swung his sowrd upwards, slicing the left sleeve off Anarchy's cloak with his sword. "That was my best cloak, dammit!" he shouted, slightly angry but still trying to have a little fun. He swung his wheels, catching Mage on the arm, making a tiny slice across the muscular flesh of the upper arm. His second wheel caught Mage down his side, scoring a thin red line down his body. Mage attacked, and blades clashed, singing with every strike, as both warriors fought furiously. Anarchy combined the swipes with his wheels with kicks, catching Mage in the stomach once, sending him stumbling backwards slightly, before regaining his balance and slashing Anarchy across the chest. His cloak was sliced open across the chest, baring his muscles to the cold air. Mage brought his sword up for another slice across Anarchy's chest, but Anarchy ducked out of the way and swiped Mage's feet out from under him. He crashed to the floor, and Anarchy stabbed one of his wheels at the prone warrior, who rolled out of the way, causing Anarchy's blade to become embedded in the ground. "Two fights in a row? For God's sake!" he cried, exasperated from only being able to use one of his weapons in both of his fights so far. He let go of the second wheel, and used his first to swipe at Mage's head. The warrior ducked, and brought his sword up across Anarchy's leg, this time ripping the cloak and drawing blood. The crimson liquid dribbled down his leg. "That kinda tickles," joked Anarchy, secretly hooking his foot into the handle of the wheel which was stuck in the ground. Mage stood, at ease, and saw his opponent bleeding. "It seems we have both drawn blood, Anarchy. Will you end the fight now?" he asked. "No chance," replied Anarchy with a mischevious grin. He thrust his knee into the air, throwing the wheel up from the ground and into the air. With one quick movement, as the wheel fell, he grabbed it from mid-air and threw it at his opponent. It spun through the air, flying towards Mage's head... (OOC: Hope this is okay for you, dMage!)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Well, I have a few now, so I will probably wait until I have around six or seven before I start.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Name: Alexander James Lance Age: 20 Gender: Male Reincarnate: Lancelot Physical Description: Alexander stands at around 6'7", with broad shoulders and a reasonably narrow waist. His brown-blonde hair hangs down to his neck, and his eyes are a stunning blue colour. He is normally seen wearing a dark blue t-shirt with a pair of faded jeans and black shoes, with a black leather jacket over his top half. He has a small necklace made from beads around his neck, which hangs very close to his neck, almost like a choker. Personality: Alexander is friendly and kind, never afraid to talk to people and try to make friends with them. He is well-liked, but he is slightly damaged from past events. It takes him a while to build up a trust for someone, as his trust has been betrayed many times in the past. Basic Bio: Alexander was brought up by foster parents. He never knew his real parents, as they left him on the doorstep of an orphanage two days after he was born. A foster family was found for him very quickly, and he was brought up thinking that these were his real parents. When he was fifteen, they revealed to him that they were not his real parents, and instead of this breaking him down, it simply made him stronger. He became more confident, and relaxed, making lots of friends at school, many of whom he has kept after graduating. He has moved through a variety of different relationships, breaking up with many of them because of his trust issues, but he has remained friends with all of his former girlfriends. Weapons or skills: Just a flick-knife used for taking cuttings of plants, etc. He is also pretty handy at unarmed combat (OOC: Just to let you know, I have checked with Astdis about whether I can play Lancelot, and she has said yes, and approved my profile)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Ok, this is where I will be posting character classes and answering any questions you have, as well as posting important plot details and stuff. Here are the three character classes explained: Fighter: A strong, powerful person, or a quick, agile one, armed with bladed weapons and handguns. They will focus always on using their strength and fighting skill to defeat their foes. Mages: The Sorcerers of the Priory. They can often be armed with staffs, or simply just long poles, mostly used only in self-defence. They are pretty pathetic in terms of physical strength and prowess, but they can definitely take care of themselves, using their magical powers. These powers mostly take the form of elemental blasts, and can be used for non-offensive techniques, such as healing or shielding. Warrior Mages: A very specialised class, with very few members ever reaching the standard needed in battle. They combine physical strength and prowess with their magical abilities, combining the abilities of the Fighters and the Mages. They are often armed with short swords, spears and staffs, and use elemental blasts, although they are not as powerful as those used by the Mages. I don't want many people to be Warrior Mages. I will be playing one, and then I think one other can be one, but no more than that. If there is more than one person who wishes to be a Warrior Mage, then I will be going on the standard of their sign-up. Hope this helps with your sign-ups.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]The dark, hunched figure trudged slowly along the long, winding path. Dust kicked up around his feet, blowing away into clouds of sandy brown particles. Strong winds blew at him, throwing his dark hair into wild shapes, and throwing dust into his eyes. He merely blinked and continued walking, oblivious to the pain that the dust caused. His tattered cloak flapped in the wind, wrapping round him as the wind howled around him. He trudged on, seeing the light he had missed for so many centuries. It beamed out upon him, warming him from the biting cold that coursed through this place. He struggled towards it, stumbling slightly, distracted by the warmth which now shrouded him. He smiled, forcing his feet those final few steps towards the light. He stepped into the light, and immediately his surroundings changed. Instead of the long, dark expanse and the dusty road of the purgatory he had previously inhabited, he was now in a bustling metropolis, people rushing backwards and forwards, trying to get to where they needed to be. They were dressed in suits and clothes unfamiliar to the man. He blinked, his eyes gradually adjusting to the bright light. This was it. Finally, he had escaped. He had returned to Earth, and this would be the time and place for his new rise to power. He would rule this Earth, and no-one would stand in his way? Backstory: Centuries ago, there was a council who protected humankind from all evil, whether it was man-made or other-worldly. This council was named the Priory of Gabriel. They were made up of powerful warriors and mages, capable of defeating any sort of man-made or demonic threat. They protected mankind, and in return, mankind offered them a sacrifice every four years, needed to keep the great Beast fed. The Beast was created by God as personal protection. Any threat that rose to threaten God, the Beast destroyed it. But then, it turned on God, for reasons unknown to anyone. It almost destroyed God and the rest of the universe in its battle against Him, but was sealed, by His power, in the Earth. He created the Priory of Gabriel to make sure that the Beast never broke free. Then, just two centuries ago, a man rose. He had great power, and was believed, by the Priory as well as all the rest of mankind, to be the greatest link to God they had witnessed since Jesus Christ. He was sent by God to protect them, and heal them, and forgive them of their wrongdoings. They were wrong. This being, known only as The Guardian, had been created by God, but corrupted by the Beast, and he was on Earth to free the Beast. In their final battle, the Priory managed to defeat him, sealing him for eternity in Purgatory, a place between Heaven, Earth and Hell. But this victory came at a price. The Priory was almost completely destroyed, their members all but wiped out. But now, in the early 22nd Century, the Guardian has escaped, and he is here to perform the task he was originally supposed to do. He is here to release the Beast from its prison. The only ones who can stop him are the Priory, reformed from what was left after the Great Battle. They have been in hiding for years, prophesising that one day the Guardian would return and free the Beast. That day has come, and the Priory must reveal themselves and fight against the Guardian. This is what I need from everyone: Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Personality: at least one good paragraph please Class: Either Fighter, Mage or Warrior Mage (classes will be explained in the Underground) Bio: at least three good paragraphs, please. This is what I will be judging your writing ability on, so make it good. Weapon(s): three max-make it old-style, like swords and stuff, and maybe a handgun or two Powers: this is a skills-type thing for Fighters, and Magic powers for Mages and Warrior Mages. I will be posting my character when I have some sign-ups. Post any questions in the Underground thread, and I will do my best to answer them Happy Creating![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]The small man stood in front of Phoenix, his hand on his short sword. "You're going to die, then, you fool!" said the highwayman, drawing his weapon. Phoenix was quicker, though. In the time it took the highwayman to draw his weapon, Phoenix had drawn one of his, swung it through the air and sliced the man's head off. He never stood a chance. "Now who's the fool?" Phoenix asked the corpse. He sheathed his sword and walked on, Ashem alongside him and Azalea behind them, choking over what had just happened. "Stop your whining, girl," said Phoenix, "The forest is a dangerous place. If you are going to travel through it, then you must be prepared for anything, even your team-mate killing a human. Understand?" She nodded slightly and they continued along the forest path...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]That sounds mightily awesome, my good dMage. We shall meet there at dawn! (or whatever time you want, really) I'm gonna leave it up to you to start the thread[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name[/B]: Jason Lee [B]Nickname[/B]: Blaze [B]Age[/B]: 19 [B]Gender[/B]: Male [B]Power[/B]: Fire-he can create and control vast amounts of flame, and mould it into any shape he chooses. Group: Satanic [B]Personality[/B]: Blaze is a loud, violent, person, who takes a great love of inflicting pain, especially using his fire powers. He has been known on several occasions to burn people who have done no wrong. He is the very essence of the Satanic Group, whose greatest wish is to wipe out the human race to become the dominant species on the planet. [B]Appearance[/B]: see attachment, except the sword Hope this is okay[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]For the battle between Artemis and Mage, I choose...................Artemis. It was a really hard decision, as both of your writing styles were very strong, and very effective, but in the end, Astdis' was slightly better, as she injected some humour into the battle. Also, now dMage has a reason to fight me, as he must regain his honour![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Alec saw Kefira fly away. He was filled with sadness as he saw how upset she was. A single tear rolled down his cheek for her. He saw her land on top of a skyscraper, close to the NASA base, and set down, covering her beloved kittens with her huge wings. Rain pounded against the windows of the building they were in, and he saw that they could get wet and cold. He focused all his power, and felt his body become wreathed in flame once more, and his feet lifted off the ground. He willed himself further into the air, higher and higher and closer and closer to Kefira. The rain tried to extinguish his flame, but it simply evaporated before it could. Soon, he landed on the roof, next to Kefira. "Are you alright?" he asked her. He could tell that she wasn't, but it was the only thing he could think of to say. She looked up at him with tear-stained eyes. "He's gone off with that...that...that slut Cassie!" she shouted, startling him slightly. She quivered, then went back to her kittens. "They look cold," he said. He cupped one of his hands, and a ball of flame appeared in it. He held it near to the kittens in Kefira's lap. They moved towards the heat, but not too close. "Alec, you're getting soaked," she said softly. She spread her wings slightly wider to cover Alec's form. "That's a pretty impressive wingspan you have there, Kefira," he said, stroking the wing which covered him. "I don't know what happened," she said, retracting her wing slightly from his grasp. He put his arm around her, and they sat in the rain, sheltered from the wet by the wings, and kept warm by the fire...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]*Slaps dMage with glove* Sir, you have offended my honour! I challenge you to a duel! Do you accept? If you do, the choice of setting is entirely up to you. (By the way, you haven't really offended my honour, I just felt like saying that at least once!)[/SIZE]