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[SIZE=1](OOC: Sorry Kiba *looks sheepish* I was talking about Nick and Z) "So, you're the reincarnate of Deimos then Nick," said Alex, "So who are you the reincarnate of, Z?" "Me? I'm the reincarnate of Morpheus." "What, the guy from the Matrix?" said Alex sarcastically. "No, the god of dreams. I take it you must be the reincarnate of Ares with an attitude like that." "How did you guess?" replied Alex. "The spear? No-one except the hard-headed god of war would carry a spear around." "Excuse me, but I think that spear just saved your hide." "I was doing just fine before you came along, thank you very much." "Okay, you two, stop arguing," said Nick, "We beat the cyclops, didn't we?" "I guess so," said Alex sheepishly. He looked at the floor. "So we need to find out where the cyclops came from, and how it found us." "You're right. I guess we should stick together now we've found each other." "Yeah, ok, we'll stick together. Okay, Z?" Z merely grunted a slight reply, and followed them as they walked away... (OOC: Hope this is okay for everyone)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Ok, that's more sign-ups than I was expecting straight away! Awesome! Here's the profile for Darth Kassius: [B]Name[/B]: Katan/Darth Kassius [B]Age[/B]: 29 [B]Gender[/B]: Male [B]Personality[/B]: Katan used to be a lively, friendly young Jedi, who worked well in the team and fought bravely alongside his Jedi companions. He was a well-like member of the team, and the last one anyone expected to turn to the Dark Side. But that all changed when he was fighting alongside his close friend Japhiel, and something happened (explained in Bio) that made him lose all faith in his friends. He began to become more dark and brooding, and eventually was corrupted by Darth Lucius. He was well-trained by Lucius, and he became a master of all the Dark Side Force powers. He is now a cold-hearted killer, who will stop at nothing to destroy all Jedi. [B]Appearance[/B]: Kassius is tall, around 6?9?, and reasonably broad-shouldered. He has shoulder-length slightly curly black hair and very pale skin. His eyes are yellow, with a trace of red around the iris, and he has a small scar over one eye. He wears a black Jedi-style robe, with black trousers and knee-high black leather boots, and a black armour-lined cloak with a hood, which he occasionally has up. A lot of people are startled by his resemblance to Anakin Skywalker before he was disfigured by Obi-Wan Kenobi, and it is because of this that the rumour has circulated that he is somehow descended from the Skywalker line, a rumour unconfirmed by him. [B]Bio[/B]: Katan didn?t know his parents. He was abandoned at a very young age, left on the doorstep of the Jedi academy. He was taken in by the Jedi, but not put into training at first, as it was unknown whether he had Jedi potential. When it was discovered that he had a high midi-chlorian count, he was put into training. He made a lot of friends in training, and became especially close to Japhiel, another promising young Jedi, and they became partners in combat. They were never seen anywhere without each other. One mission which they were required to go on was a routine search-and-destroy mission of an abandoned Sith fortress on a remote ice-moon. Katan and Japhiel went together, and found that the Sith fortress was not abandoned. It had been overrun by the Snow People, cousins of the Sand People, or Tuscan Raiders. There was a pitched battle, and in the middle of it, Japhiel didn?t kill a Snow Person who was attacking Katan, even though he had the chance. Katan was seriously injured by the Snow Person, and only through his extensive knowledge of the Force did he escape with his life. He never forgave Japhiel, taking to spending many hours alone in his room, studying far too much. His personality became dark and brooding, and he became shut away, and separated from all the others. He did not understand many of the teachings of the Jedi, how they were not supposed to kill apart from in self-defence. Why could they not kill? He became angry with his masters, and eventually ran away from the Jedi Academy, planning to use his Jedi training to live in the wild, free from laws and rules. But then, very soon after he had run away, he was found by a man called Darth Lucius, who showed him he could be more powerful fighting against the Jedi, and he didn?t need to follow their rules and guidelines any more. He was trained by Lucius, and he became a powerful Sith warrior. He has now made it his mission to seek out and destroy all Jedi, no matter what the cost. His first kill was Japhiel, and then he went on to kill three Jedi masters and countless other Jedi padawans and many civilians as well. His power using the Force is almost unmatched, and his skill with a lightsaber is of a standard unseen since the time of Yoda and the Clone Wars. [B]Lightsaber colour and type[/B]: Single-ended red lightsaber [B]Most likely to turn to[/B]: Already belongs to the Dark Side Ok, hopefully that should get some more sign-ups. When I can, I'll make an Underground thread for this, where I will post all the profiles for my NPCs.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Lee gasped. His mouth and throat were bone-dry. He looked to one side of him, and just about saw M's face through the dark. The cold metal of the bonds which bound him to the pipe bit into his wrists. "M," he croaked, "Are you okay?" "I dunno, man. I think I hit my head. It kinda hurts, like a concussion." "Same here. Where do you think we are?" "I dunno, but I know one thing for sure. I have a very bad feeling about this place." Then, something flashed into Lee's mind. An image of a spider. A huge one. He gasped, and felt himself break into a cold sweat. He heard M gasp as well, and felt cold water running down M's palms. "M! What just happened to you?" "I just saw a whole bunch of ghosts in my mind." "Why?" "They're my greatest fear." "I just saw a huge spider, and they're my biggest fear. Someone must have been inside our minds." "So we're facing some kind of telepath here?" "I don't know. It doesn't feel like we've been probed telepathically. There's a weird energy pattern left around our minds." Suddenly, Lee had another vision, this time of spiders crawling all over his body. He squirmed and grunted, trying to get the feeling of the spiders off him. "Oh, Jesus," he cursed, "Get the hell off me!" He felt M squirm as well. He was shouting something which Lee couldn't hear properly. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the vision stopped. Lee relaxed, but readied himself for another vision. He took a few deep breaths, feeling that this could go on for a while. Another vision came, but he was ready for this one. He blocked it out, managing to keep himself calm. That vision stopped, and another took it's place. Lee was on top of a cliff, and below him was fire and brimstone, the stuff of Hell itself. He was above it all, but next to him he saw Ivy. He smiled. This vision wasn't so bad. But then, he saw Ivy slip, and fall off the edge of the cliff. She fell down into the hellish depths of the fire, and he could hear her screaming as she burnt to death. "No!" he shouted, snapping out of his vision violently. He was sweating profusely, and his eyes hurt. If that was what was coming next, he didn't think he could take much more of it...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Japhiel felt the white-hot burn of the blade swing past his face as he jumped. He flipped backwards onto the table and blocked the following slashes. The two blades crackled and hissed as they struck each other. His own blade slashed open a small mounted computer on the table as it was parried away, throwing sparks into the air. His foe was relentless, still coming at Japhiel with the same fury as before. His foe?s black cloak flowed out as he spun, slashing at Japhiel. The scarlet blade singed Japhiel?s clothes, causing thin wisps of black smoke to waft into the air. Japhiel dodged and jumped away from his foe?s attacks. ?You know nothing of power, fool,? snarled his foe as they fought. ?Rage is not power, Katan. It is weakness,? replied Japhiel. ?You shall not call me Katan. It is no longer my name. I am, now and forever, Darth Kassius!? He slashed, the power of the Force flowing through his veins and into his arm, powering his blows. Japhiel was sweating as he had never sweated before. He dare not admit it, but his old friend was too powerful. There was little chance of him ever defeating Darth Kassius. Japhiel jumped from the table, and ripped a power generator from the wall, hurling it at Kassius. He blocked, throwing the generator away with his own considerable Force powers. He leapt around the room, bouncing off the walls and hurling himself at Japhiel. His lightsaber crackled through the air, and made contact with Japhiel. It sliced through flesh and bone alike, hacking off Japhiel?s arm with amazing precision. The scent of charred flesh filled the room, and Japhiel lay on the floor, clutching the stump of his arm. It was smoking, his flesh burnt and charred. Kassius walked over, deactivating his lightsaber and hooking it onto his belt. He let his cloak flop over his body, and looked at Japhiel with his cold yellow eyes. ?You were always weak, Japhiel, and now you are the first Jedi to be killed in the name of the new Sith empire!? He reached out with the Force, and closed off Japhiel?s airway. The young Jedi choked to death. Kassius walked away calmly, leaving the Republic guards to clear up the mess created by his battle with Japhiel? -------------------- This is my new Star Wars RP, something which I haven?t really tried before, so bear with me. It is set after everything you know about Star Wars. Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Leia Organa Solo and every other Jedi or Republic hero you know about are gone, died of natural causes. But the Jedi Republic has continued, growing stronger over the years. Before he died, Luke Skywalker thought he had wiped out the Sith, leaving them unable to return. But he was wrong. In his conquest, he left a single Sith Lord remaining. This man was named Darth Lucius, and he was a powerful Sith Lord, able to hide his midi-chlorian signiature from the Jedi, and thus was able to fool them into thinking that he was a mere civilian. He has restarted the Sith empire, corrupting new Jedi to turn them to the Dark Side. Katan, a powerful young Jedi, was the first to be turned by Lucius, and he has grown stronger than ever through the power of the Dark Side of the Force. You will all start off as new Jedi, training with the Jedi Masters on Kashyyk, home of the Wookiees. Some of you will remain as Jedi, but others of you will turn and become part of the new Sith Empire. The choice of where you end up is yours. [B]Jedi Masters[/B]: These are the Jedi who will take you through your training. They are powerful Jedi, NPCs controlled by me. The Jedi Masters are: [B]Master Kaith[/B]-trained by Luke Skywalker himself, Kaith is the head of the Jedi academy. [B]Master Jedoth[/B]-directly descended from Master Yoda, he is one of the more powerful Jedi in terms of using the Force. [B]Master Fargal[/B]-a master of lightsaber combat, he will train you in how to use a lightsaber. [B]Gartrek[/B]-not technically a Jedi Master, but he will help you build your lightsaber, as he has done for many Jedi through the years. This is what I need from everyone: [B]Name[/B]: something alien please [B]Age[/B]: no limits on this [B]Gender[/B]: [B]Personality[/B]: at least one good paragraph please [B]Appearance[/B]: a picture or a detailed description is fine [B]Bio[/B]: three good paragraphs at least [B]Lightsaber colour and type[/B]: I will allow normal or double-ended lightsabers [B]Most likely to turn to[/B]: Dark Side or Light Side I will be playing Darth Kassius as well as some other NPCs, and I will post Kassius? profile once some other people have signed up. Happy creating![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Alec sat in an alleyway, his head in his hands, thinking about what he had done. That old man had been the only one in a long time who had cared about him, and he had killed him. He was a calm, sensible young man, and now he was going around setting fire to buildings and killing people. He didn't like what he had become. He cupped his hands, and a tiny ball of flame appeared in them. It spiralled round in his hands, and he smiled. Then, without reason or explanation, it expanded, engulfing his hands and burning all the oxygen around him away. He choked, and moved his hands, trying to extinguish the flames. They grew out of control, and he ended up throwing the fireball into the air. It spun into the sky, and dissipated. He sat back down, and decided he needed some sort of control. He began to practice with his power. He created another fireball, but this time he concentrated hard on it. He maintained it's size, keeping it within the confines of his hands. "It's not so hard after all," he said to himself. "Hey," a voice said, "Are you the kid who was in the coffee shop earlier?" Alec looked up. There was a cop standing there, hand on gun, looking unforgiving. "What if I was?" asked Alec nervously. "My partner was in there, getting coffee when you burnt that place down. He's dead because of you, you little punk!" "I couldn't help it, sir, I went out of control!" pleaded Alec. "I couldn't care less whether you went out of control! My buddy's dead becaused of you!" The cop drew his gun and aimed at Alec, who put his hands up. "It's no good surrendering! I'm not arresting you, I'm gonna kill you!" shouted the cop. "I'm sorry!" shouted Alec. At that moment, a jet of flame burst forth from his hands, and engulfed the cop. He screamed in pain, and Alec closed his hands, stopping the stream, and covered his eyes. He heard the cop burn to death in a matter of minutes, screaming through the agonising pain. Alec just turned and ran, trying to find a safe place...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Alec woke up, soaked through from lying on the wet ground all night. His hair was plastered against the ground, and he tasted blood in his mouth. Where had he been? Why was he on the streets? The answers to these questions came almost instantly. He had been somewhere which wasn't his home, but he couldn't quite remember where, and he was sleeping on the streets because the people he had been with didn't know what else to do with him. He shivered. He was freezing, and was only wearing a thin shirt and a pair of jeans. He began shivering uncontrollably, the shivers turning quickly into full body spasms. No-one saw this poor unfortunate in the back alley behind the Italian restaurant, save the rats and the boy himself. He began to cry, and then felt something which saved him from the cold. Heat began to spread through his body, and he closed his eyes. He didn't know what had saved him, but he was grateful for it. "Oh my God!" screamed a woman's voice from the street. People ran over to him, and he felt something cold squirt over him. "What's going on?" said a voice, "He's not even hurt!" "But he was covered in..." "Yes, we know what he was covered in, idiot." "Kid, are you alright?" said a kindly voice. Alec opened his eyes, and saw a relatively elderly man looking at him, along with a crowd of other people. "I'm cold," he said shakily. "Well, I don't really understand how you are cold, but I guess we need to get you some clothes." The man picked Alec up, and led him towards a charity shop. He went in, and picked out some clothes, which Alec put on in the shop. He stopped shivering. The man took him to a coffee shop, and got him a mug of hot cocoa. He sipped it gently as they sat at the table. "Now do you mind telling me what happened back there?" said the man. "I don't know what you're talking about." "When we found you in that alley, you were covered in flames, and yet you're completely unharmed. Is there something you want to tell me about?" "I don't know. I'm not sure where I have been for the last few months, and I don't know what happened to me when I was there. That might have something to do with the fire." Suddenly, something sparked in Alec's eyes, and his body became engulfed in flames, bursting out from his body, incinerating the old man and everyone else in the coffee shop. The flames set the wooden beams in the coffee shop alight, and soon it was nothing but a flaming inferno. Alec walked out, leaving what he done behind.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Lee and Ivy moved through their new living space together. "It's nothing compared to the Project Heaven compound," whispered Lee. Ivy giggled a little. Lee was now getting used to hearing this kind of thing from her. He smiled. "It's nice to hear you laugh, Ivy. I never used to hear that." "I learnt a lot while you were away," she said. "You really haven't made a good start with Jace, have you?" he said. "Not really, but he is a complete asshole." "Wow." "What?" "That's the first time I've heard you use a curse-word outside battle. You're learning." "I'm glad you think so," she said, turning to face him, "I think you're a bad influence on me, Lee Sheridan." She kissed him on the lips. "How about we skip dinner?" he whispered. "Lee!" she said, "I didn't think you were like that!" "Well, I haven't seen my girlfriend in six months, and she's looking more gorgeous than ever. Can you really blame me?" he asked. "I guess not. But I'm starved. I think we should have dinner first." He sighed. "I guess you're right."[/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1](OOC: I'm really sorry, I've been away for a few days. Let's see if I can catch up) Alex had seen the pictures of the cyclops attacks on the news. He didn't like what he was seeing. The monsters of Ancient Greece attacking people whom he guessed were reincarnates, like himself. It didn't sound too great. He walked down the street, wary of anything that could attack him, and saw a battle going on. Two people were attacking a giant creature, with only one eye. This was a cyclops. He saw them transform into different forms, and he knew that they were reincarnates, just like himself. He ran to help them, transforming into his reincarnated form. His hair grew scarlet streaks, his eyes turned red and his gloves turned into red spiked gauntlets. A spear appeared in his hand. The two people seemed to be having no problem fighting the cyclops, but Alex decided to intervene anyway. He was the reincarnated god of war, after all. He hurled the spear at the cyclops' head. The great beast moved, avoiding the spear by centimetres. It disappeared into mid-air and reappeared in Alex's hand. The two people fighting the cyclops turned to look at him, and were distracted for a moment. That was all the cyclops needed. It grabbed them both, and swung them up into the air. Alex threw his spear once more, as it was distracted with the other two. The spear flew straight, and hit the cyclops in the eye. It fell to the ground, groaning in pain. The two figures got up and dusted themselves off, then walked over to Alex, who transformed back to his normal self. "Hi," he said, outstretching his hand, "I'm Alex."[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1]Lee was in the bathroom, shaving. The cut-throat razor slid against his skin, taking all the hair off his face. Soon he had smooth skin and no visible facial hair, although the hair on his head was taking over, now shagging into his eyes. He flicked it out of his eyes and left the bathroom, putting his shirt on. Ivy noticed that he had become significantly more muscular during his time away, and smiled. He walked over to her, pleased that she was smiling, and kissed her. "I guess we should start towards the meeting room," said Lee, looking at his watch, "It's been almost two hours." "I guess you're right," replied Ivy. They left the room and began on their way to the meeting room. (OOC: Sorry it's short and sweet-I'm kinda brain-dead today)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]"Alex!" shouted Mr Lennard, his boss at the garage, "Watch what you're doing! You almost dropped that engine on Jamie!" "Sorry Mr Lennard," said Alex exasperatedly. Jamie gave him a cold look as he passed, carrying a car door. Alex's grip on the sledgehammer tightened. [B]Go on, Alex, go for it[/B], said Ares, appearing in front of him, dressed in casual wear, just a scarlet robe and sandals. [B]You don't know just how tempting that is[/B], replied Alex through his thoughts. Ares laughed heartily, and clapped Alex on the shoulder. [B]One day soon, my child, you will be able to take revenge on all those who have wronged you. But I don't know if I will be able to when the time finally does come.[/B] Later on, Alex was walking home, wanting to change out of his oil-stained vest and into his clean clothes. He had a small apartment, barely big enough to house him, let alone all his clothes. He walked up the three flights of stairs to reach his home, and noted some new graffiti on the walls. This one was bright crimson, and said something which was just as illegible as the rest of the graffiti on the walls. He sighed, then unlocked his front door, and walked into his room. He threw his vest on the floor, and threw on a clean black t-shirt. He went to the bathroom and washed the grime off his face, and to take the taste out of his mouth. He felt refreshed and cleaner, and left his bathroom. He heard a noise in the living room. He grabbed a baseball bat from his room, and lifted it, walking slowly into the living room. He saw a figure move in the shadows, and switched the light on. The figure was female, but he couldn't quite tell who it was. He swung his baseball bat as the figure turned around. A moment before the bat struck its mark, he stopped, realising who it was. "God, you really are a psycopath aren't you?" the figure said. "Sorry, Ellie," he said, putting his baseball bat down, "I didn't realise it was you." He walked up to her and kissed her. "I'm glad to see you," he said, and she smiled, "Sorry about the bat, but I've got some serious frustration from work. It's that bloody Jamie, he keeps dropping me right in it. I can't lose another job, Ellie, I just can't!" "I know," she said, hugging him, "But maybe if you just talk to Jamie then maybe he will stop doing it." "I don't want to talk to Jamie, he's a prick." "Stop it, Alex, you sound like a kid. Just talk to him like a grown-up, and try not to hit him. Okay? Promise you'll do it?" "I promise," he said, falling for her vulnerable look, "I'll talk to him first thing tomorrow." [B]Don't listen to her, Alex, she's making you soft, said Ares, If you want to hurt Jamie, then you should do it! Don't talk to him, just hit him with a pole or something! Thanks a lot for that useful advice, Ares, but I'm going to take Ellie's advice this time. She is my girlfriend, after all. Okay, but you have to promise me it's the last time this time, Alex. I can't do that, Ares. Now go, I need some private time with Ellie.[/B] [B]Fine, I'll leave you two love-birds together[/B]. Ares disappeared, leaving Ellie and Alex sitting together on the sofa.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]It?s been a while, thought Lee as he walked through the doors of the Team Heaven headquarters. He scanned his identity card over the scanner and walked through the metal detectors. He scratched the beard that had grown over the last couple of months, and tugged at his longer, more unmanageable hair. He hadn?t been near any available toiletries for a while. He walked into the communal lounge area, and saw a few people sitting around. He walked in slowly, and cleared his throat. The people sitting talking turned their heads, and their faces lit up. It was Eric, M and Andy. They all got up and ran over to Lee. M embraced him like a brother, Eric shook hands with him awkwardly, and Andy hugged him tightly. ?We?ve missed you, Lee, especially Ivy,? said Andy. ?Well I?ve missed you guys too,? replied Lee, ?Speaking of which, where is Ivy?? ?I think she?s in the training room,? said M. ?Typical Ivy, I guess,? said Lee. He went to his room and dropped his bag off, then walked down the corridor to find Ivy. He opened the door into training room 1, and Ivy was inside, kicking and punching a punch-bag furiously, working up a tremendous sweat. ?Is this a bad time?? he said. Ivy turned around, and saw Lee. Her face brightened up immensely, and she ran over to Lee and threw her arms around him. He hugged her back, and they kissed. ?How have you been?? asked Lee. ?I?ve been pretty good. I got a little more control over my powers. More importantly, how have you been?? ?It?s not been easy, but I?ve worked a few things out, and I?ve become a lot better with my powers. I spent a while in Britain, trying to find some sort of living relatives, but no luck there, as the entire place was almost deserted, so then I decided I needed some relaxation, so I went to a monastery in Tibet, where I learnt a lot about my powers. I?ve been meditating a lot recently, and it has really helped me calm myself. How have things been around here?? ?Pretty quiet compared to your last time here. We?ve had no viral outbreaks, no werewolves, vampires, zombies or gargoyles, you?ll be glad to hear. But we?ve had a couple of adventures. I?m sure the others will tell you about them. Have you seen everyone?? ?I?ve seen Andy, M and Eric, but no-one apart from that.? ?We?ve got a newcomer called Jace, she?s an elemental. You probably want to meet her later. Farel and Taikaru should be around somewhere as well.? ?It?s good to see you again, Ivy.? ?And you, Lee.? They kissed again, and Ivy went back to her training, while Lee left the room to try and find everybody else?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] James Gregson [B]Age:[/B] 28 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Location:[/B] Hampshire, England [B]Appearance:[/B] James is a tall, imposing figure, with broad shoulders and a strong chest. His hair is silver, and he has a small goatee beard taking up the space on his chin. His jawbone is rather more square than he would like, but he manages. He wears a black suit, with a black shirt and tie, and a pinstriped black jacket and trousers. His shoes are very pointed, and shine in the light, as they are very well polished. When not dealing with business, he wears similar clothes, but without the jacket or tie. His choice of shirts is very tasteful, mostly white or pale pastels. [B]Personality:[/B] James is an outspoken young man, who always has an opinion to voice. He is seen to some as pompous, and a snob. These descriptions are cruel but fair. He looks down on people of lower class than him, and he seems to think the world of himself. He is also an incredibly shallow man, seemingly obsessed with his money and his own wellbeing. He doesn't tend to care about other people, being of the thought that if they are not going to help him, why should he help them? A combination of these emotions can lead him to seem cold-hearted, which would be a useful asset in the house. [B]Bio:[/B] James was born into an old-money family, and was directly related to the Duke of York. He was a spoilt child, always needing the best food, toys and care, and this led him to become weak and pampered. On his first day at Eton school, he was beaten almost senseless in a harsh hazing ritual. His father withdrew him immediately, almost closing down the school. He was then home-tutored, and became unused to the outside life, not knowing how to play with other children. However, when he was five, he started studying the family's accounts. He literally became a boy genius, being able to do his father's accounts more succesfully than the man himself when he was ten years old. He became absorbed into his father's work, and soon spent long hours looking over his father's plans. When his parents were killed when their private jet crashed over the Atlantic Ocean, James inherited his family's vast fortune, and almost blew it completely by using the money to try to find his parents, believing truly that they were not dead. However, when he turned twenty, he realised that he was never going to find them, and instead invested his remaining money on building an oil rig on a plot of land in Saudi Arabia which belonged to his family. He sold his oil to the Americans, and regained his fortune. But then, a disastrous thing happened. At a party when he was twenty one, he became addicted to cocaine after a young man at his party had given him some. He blew thousands on his habit, and became slowly more addicted to it, becoming completely reliant on the substance for his kicks. One of his personal servants booked him in to the rehab clinic, and he eventually regained his life, and moved away from cocaine, now getting his kicks from other sources, such as bungee jumping and other extreme sports, earning him the title of playboy bachelor. When the invitation came for him to enter the Scottish mansion, he couldn't bear to refuse, knowing it would be great kick to be able to leave the house alive, with 13 billion dollars in his hand. [B]Greatest Desire:[/B] To get the ultimate kick, the ultimate thrill that he has yet to find from extreme sports; to find someone who truly loves him [B]Greatest Fear:[/B] Becoming mundane; losing his fortune[/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1][B]Name[/B]: Alec Dreyfuss [B]Age[/B]: 18 [B]Gender[/B]: Male [B]Appearance[/B]: attached, but without the weapons [B]Power[/B]: Pyrokinesis-can create and control flame, and can turn the top layer of his skin into flame. This power also includes a high level of inflammability. [B]Personality[/B]: Alec is a scared, confused young man, who doesn't have a good idea of where he is going in life. He can become violent at times, and lash out at those closest to him. When he is enraged, his power takes him over and he becomes a killing machine, until he is dragged out of his rage. [B]Bio[/B]: Born in England, Alec was home-tutored as he didn't tend to get on well with other children. He became soft and weak as a result of this, without any real physical challenge for him. He realised this one day when he was out walking and he was mugged. He was beaten up and left unconscious at the side of a road. A driver found him and took him home. After this experience, he became quite agoraphobic, but began to train himself up physically. He became a prime physical specimen, much stronger than the average human teenager, but he did not seem particularly muscular, having a kind of sinewy muscle which was strong but small. He has always been able to run for a long way without getting tired, but now he can run faster than before. NASA saw that he was competing in many different sporting events and winning them easily, so they picked him up and genetically altered him to give him super-powers. His life has not been the same since.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1](OOC: Don't worry, Ozy, I wanted someone to interfere) Nathen snarled deeply at Indigo, now placed between himself and the girl. Indigo stripped off his shirt, revealing muscles combining those of a human and a zebra. Nathen ripped off his own shirt, revealing rippling, sinewy muscles that truly belonged to a lion. "You stand between a lion and his prey, Indigo?" growled Nathen. "She's not your prey. You weren't even thinking of eating her, were you? You just wanted to rape her and leave her!" replied Indigo. "Wrong. I was going to rape her and then eat her," said Nathen, before lunging at Indigo. He jumped and thrust one of his powerful legs into Nathen's chest. He fell to the floor, feeling at least three of his ribs break. "Stupid child," said Nathen. He leapt at Indigo, ripping a wound open on his chest with his razor-sharp claws. Blood flowed out and dripped onto the floor. Indigo clutched his chest. "You cut me! We're supposed to be looking out for each other, Nathen, not killing each other!" "I'm just following the natural order of things, Indigo! The lion hunts the zebra to kill and eat. It's the food chain, something I don't suppose you've heard of being a vegetarian!" Something in Indigo snapped, and he rushed Nathen, punching his body and face repeatedly. Blood began to flow from Nathen's muzzle, and he fell to the floor, his face disfigured from Indigo's assault. His face was bruised, his muzzle smashed, his nose broken, and teeth falling from his mouth. He got to his feet clumsily and snarled: "This isn't over, Indigo!" Then ran into the forest, away from his so-called "friend".[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Nathen stalked a young girl walking from the lake to her village. He licked his lips. She was a young, pretty girl, with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a short denim skirt and a checked shirt, which was slightly too small for her. He followed her silently. Just before she reached her village, he came out of the bushes and moved towards her. She looked startled, seeing a part human, part lion creature emerge from the undergrowth. He snarled slightly at her, smelling her fear in the air. He stood on his hind legs, and popped his claws out. "Hi there, little one," he said, approaching her. He came right up to her, and stroked her soft hair back. He had missed the feel of skin. The only kind he had touched since joining the Project was warm, pulsing flesh, ready to be eaten. He felt her warm skin, and she looked terrified. "Don't be scared, I won't hurt you if you keep still," he said, untruthfully but comfortingly. She stilled herself, making sure not to start shaking. He moved closer to her, smelling her perfume, taking in every scent around her. He ripped off her shirt, seeing her heaving bosom. He loved it. He had not indulged in this kind of thing since he had been changed. "I'm mostly human, just like you," he said as she tried to cover herself back up. He lowered her gently onto the ground, and began lifting her skirt. She gasped slightly, and then a white-and-brown blur flew from the bushes and struck Nathen. He fell to the floor, and the girl got up and ran away, back to her village. "What the hell are you doing, Theo?" snarled Nathen jumping to his feet, and popping his claws. His fur bristled with rage, and he began to change into his fully-transformed lion form, ready to fight. "You were going to rape her, Nathen! We can't allow ourselves to drop to that level!" "I was not going to rape her, Theo! I can't be blamed if I need to indulge in some of the pleasures denied to us because of what we look like!" "So you were going to rape her!" "Shut up, Theo, or I swear I will have no qualms about killing you!" "You won't kill me, Nathen!" "Oh, won't I?" Nathen lunged at Theo, his claws and teeth bared, ready for a fight. Theo flew upwards out of the way, and Nathen hit the ground in a cloud of dust. He coughed, expelling the dirt from his breathing system. He swung a paw at Theo, who dodged, flying out of the way of danger. Nathen snarled, and ran past Theo, giving up fighting him. He found the girl, crying at the side of a stream, still shirtless. He reverted to his mostly-human form, and walked up to her. "I'm sorry," he said, "But you don't understand how hard it is to be like this!" He walked closer to her, and she backed off. He simply took a seat next to her, and cradled his head in his hands. He shook with grief, and tears ran from his eyes and dropped onto the ground. She hesitantly put an arm around him, to comfort him, and he threw her to the ground once more, and leapt on top of her, lifting her skirt again... (OOC: Sorry if it's a bit of a taboo subject)[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Slate slid backwards along the wet street as he parried the blow. His katana vibrated with the impact of the blow, and it reverberated up his arm, shaking his bones. His arm jarred, but he twisted it around to get rid of the pain. He was on his knees, and his enemy was towering above him, rainwater dripping from his scowling face. Slate used his free hand to punch his enemy in the face. He flew backwards, blood dripping from his nose, flying through the air in droplets. He smashed into a building, breaking the wall, making huge chunks of concrete fall on him. Slate used this time to recover from the battle, and he wiped the blood from his nose away. He readied himself, prepared for his enemy to burst out from the rubble. A claw burst through the broken stone, causing brick dust to fly up and then settle on the rubble. Another claw burst through, and then the whole beast drew itself up. Its eyes glowed with other-worldly energies. It held, in one claw, a shining steel katana and in the other, it held a ball of flame. ?You?re dead, Slate!? it howled, rushing him. He swung his katana up to parry the blow, and caught the blade of the other sword right on the edge. The beast?s sword shattered, splinters of metal falling to the ground. Slate drew his katana into the air and plunged the tip into the beast?s chest. It screeched, and fell to the floor, where it turned to dust. Slate sighed, and wiped the sweat and blood from his face. This part of the battle was over, at least. He turned away from the pile of dust that was once a powerful demon, and felt the concrete underneath him rumble. It began to shake so violently that Slate fell to the floor. The ground cracked, and Slate scrambled away from the breaking ground. Chunks of concrete shook themselves free from the ground, and thousands of winged beasts flew into the air, their screeching deafening Slate. He clutched his ears, and the beasts flew towards him. He uncovered his ears, and dropped his katana, now in some kind of trance. He floated into the air, and his body soon became wreathed in fire. Black wings, also wreathed in flame, erupted from his back, and his eyes turned jet-black. He held out his hands, and fire blasted forth from them, immolating every one of the winged beasts. He flew high into the sky, now a small flaming beacon in the dark night sky. Around the world, countless others like him saw this flaming beacon, and knew it was their call to arms. The world had been plagued by demons long enough, and now it was the Halflings turn to fight back. The humans could do nothing against these new, more powerful demons, so the world?s last line of defence is the half-demon, half-humans who will now rise up. You are the half-human, half-demons who will protect the Earth. [U][B]Profile[/B]:[/U] [B]Name[/B]: A human name, and a Halfling name [B]Age[/B]: around 18-30 [B]Gender[/B]: [B]Appearance[/B]: picture or detailed description will be fine [B]Personality[/B]: 2 good paragraphs at least [B]Bio[/B]: what has happened to you to make you take up the fight against the demons? Three good paragraphs at least [B]Weapons[/B]: close-quarters only-no guns [B]Powers[/B]: up to you really, just no god-like powers Here is my profile: [B]Name[/B]: Slate/Blayze [B]Age[/B]: 25 [B]Gender[/B]: Male [B]Appearance[/B]: Stands at around 6?4?, with broad shoulders and muscular body. He has tanned skin, with tribal-looking fire tattoos snaking up the right side of his upper body. He usually wears a pair of black combat trousers, with a black unmarked t-shirt on top. His black boots have metal plates coming up around them, and his black leather jacket is unmarked but has steel plates sewn in to protect him from gunshots. His eyes are clear blue, and his hair is black and spiky with crimson streaks. He also has a small goatee beard. When he turns to his demonic form, his eyes turn pure black, the black of the lowest pits of Hell, and wings of the same colour sprout from his back. He often wreaths himself in flame when he turns demonic. [B]Personality[/B]: A joker, who has a great sense of humour. He can find humour in almost any situation, and usually does. He can lighten a dark situation with a witty one-liner or a sarcastic comment. Some people don?t get his sense of humour straight away, but it is easy to pick up on. He has often been seen making jokes or pulling wisecracks whilst fighting dangerous enemies. However, when he turns into his demonic form, he is all business, and will stop at nothing until all demons around him are destroyed. He is a powerful Halfling, and occasionally abuses this power, using it for purposes leaning slightly towards the evil side. [B]Bio[/B]: Slate discovered he was a Halfling at an early age, when a bully angered him at school, and black wings sprouted from his back, and his demonic power burnt his school down, killing the bully and his friends. He fled, not knowing that he could retract his wings, believing that he was a devil, come to destroy the earth. He hid in a small, unused church for a few weeks, then tried to return home, where his parents shunned him. His rage filled him, and he burnt his parents to death, and watched them die, laughing as they choked on the smell of their own burnt flesh. He then realised just what he had done, and fled back to the church. He trained on his own for a long time, improving his physical strength and meditating to hold his demon inside him, and he soon gained impressive control over his demonic side. He began to travel the world, trying to find his true place. Whilst in Japan, an elderly monk led him to a series of underground passages, where there was a prophecy written on the walls, telling of the coming of the Halflings. Slate believed now that it was his duty to find the other Halflings, and to destroy the oncoming demon threat. The monks gave him a special katana, which contained the essence of a powerful demon, which gave the metal special properties. The blade could wreath itself in flame and act as a conduit for Slate?s powers. He took this sword, believing it was meant for him. But Slate and the monks were too late. A portal from the demon world opened for reasons unknown, and wave after wave of demons flowed from the portal, destroying all human life they found. Few humans survived, and the demons now owned Earth. Slate hunted them for years, and tried to find the other Halflings who would save this world, and this is what he does to this day. [B]Weapons[/B]: The Blayze, a katana given to him by Japanese monks, with the ability to wreathe itself in flame, and act as a conduit for Slate?s powers. [B]Powers[/B]: As Slate he has limited control over flame, but not the ability to create it, as well as enhanced agility, stamina, speed and strength. As Blayze, he has almost complete control over fire, and can create mass amounts of it on demand, whether to light up a dark space, or to immolate a legion of demons. Hope you like, and happy creating![/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]"What the hell were you doing?" shouted Nathen, "He was trying to kill us, and you go and let him get away?!" Indigo passed by Nathen and Elisa silently, with his head hung. Nathen looked at Elisa, and then followed Indigo. "I heard what you said to him. You told him to play dead, didn't you?" "So what if I did?" "That bloke was a soldier, Indigo! Now that he's managed to get away, don't you think he'll have some way of tracking us? He'll be back soon, with an army come to destroy us, and you know what'll happen then! We'll have to kill them all! If we had killed that guy, then we wouldn't be facing this problem! Doesn't the saying go: the few must always be sacrificed at the altar of the many?" "But he wasn't hurting us!" "He was going to, though! Didn't you see the gun and the knife? What else was he going to do with them?" "I don't want to have to kill anyone else, Nathen! I'm sick of it! I can't sleep at night for all the blood I have spilled, and I know that I deserve that. What about you, Nathen? Or you, Elisa? Can you sleep at night? How does the bloodshed affect you?" "I block it out. It is a natural part of the animal world. One animal kills another to survive." "But we aren't eating the humans, or at least not all of them. We don't need to kill as many as we are!" "But you admit that we still have to kill some!" "Well, of course, but..." "Aha! So you didn't mean what you said before!" "Not entirely, but..." "Just stop digging, Indigo. Let me go away on my own, and you won't ever be bothered by me again. Goodbye, Indigo. Goodbye, Elisa." He ran into the wilderness and disappeared into the forest. After a few miles, he looked back to see if they were following him, which they weren't. He walked on a little more, until he heard voices just by the edge of the woods. He recognised the voices. The belonged to three of his fellow Project Experiments, Nina, Isaak and Theo. He listened in on what they were saying for a while, then got bored and broke through the bushes. "What are you talking about, then?" he said coldly. "Nathen!" shouted Nina, surprised to see him. The other two showed as much surprise as her, and she got up and hugged Nathen. He pushed her away, snarling. They sat back down, and he sat separately from them, lost in his own private dreamworld...[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]"I still can't believe I agreed to this," said X grumpily as they sat in the unmarked black Sedan, watching the building for Sadie's movements, "You realise that if we kill her, the entire clan will be on our backs for a lifetime, and if we screw it up, then that bastard who runs the gang will have us shot for sure." "Yes, but if we manage to execute this plan perfectly, and precisely, then we will be swimming in money and no-one will be after us," replied Pierre, never lowering the binoculars to talk to X. "And the chances of us executing this plan perfectly are...?" "Slim but still possible. I believe that I can do this. First we will need some kind of distraction. I will be needing you for that. Then I will be able to get a shot at the girl without any of her guardians getting in the way. Understand?" "Yes I do understand, and there's no bloody way I'm gonna put my life on the line just so you can hog all the glory. If anyone is gonna kill the girl, it's gonna be me. Here's what we're gonna do. You are gonna be situated on the roof opposite the clan's headquarters. You snipe off a few guards, bring everyone outside, and from the confusion and chaos caused by that I will be able to sneak in and kill the girl. That way you get extra money for killing more people, and I get my money for killing the girl. Fair?" "Hm. I will have to get back to you on that idea." Pierre continued to look through the binoculars. The girl was nowhere to be seen, and they still hadn't come up with a plan...[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Name: Alexander St. John Age: 21 Gender: Male God/Goddess: Ares Appearance: Normal: Alex stands around 6'3", muscular, has jet-black hair and shocking blue eyes, pale skin, and wears a black t-shirt and trousers with flames going up the left leg, as well as a pair of black leather boots with studs around the top and a black leather jacket which hangs down to his waist. His hands are always gloved, for unknown reasons. Transformed: Alex grows to a height of 6'7", his hair changes so it has blood red streaks in it, and is spiked up, his eyes turn fiery red and his shirt turns into a black armour plate. His gloves turn into blood-red spiked gauntlets. Personality: Alex is a fiery character, who is not one to anger. He is almost a berzerker in a fight, and is a powerful warrior. When he enters a blood-rage, he will not return to normal until every enemy on the field is dead, or until he dies. History: Alex was born into a poor British family. They were extremely poor until one day, they won the lottery. They used the money to move to America, but during a family walk when he was five, his parents were murdered by a couple of thugs. This was the first time Alex saw his entity. He appeared as the thugs ran when the police arrived on the scene. Ever since then, Alex has harboured a great rage towards many other people. He has become somewhat of a loner, staying on his own at school, preferring to converse with his friend Ares rather than the other students. He never went to college, instead deciding to drop out and join the army. He has earned the nickname "Sergeant Death," as all enemies he sees will die. He was dishonourably discharged from the forces due to one of his fits of rage, where he killed an entire family of innocent civilians because they were talking to a group of enemy soldiers. Now he has been moving from job to job, finding it hard to keep one because of his short temper. Weapons: A spear which can be thrown and will always return to Alex's hand. (I hope this is alright, tell me if you want anything edited)[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Green][SIZE=1][B]Name[/B]: Shard [B]Age[/B]: 21 [B]Alliegance[/B]: Zion [B]Weapon[/B]: Two black H&K USP handguns, wrist-blades (small steel blades which slide out from his sleeves, and have a sharp edge as well as a stabbing point) [B]Background[/B]: Shard was born inside a pod, like most other Zionists. He was released at the age of 18 to live in the real world, not the false one he was born to believe in. He has since spent many months on the training programs available to the men and women of Zion, and has become proficient in many different forms of martial art. He is very used to fighting within the Matrix, and was chosen by the machines to stop the new threat from growing until it was out of hand. He has since been fighting against Smith and the rebel programs, trying to keep Neo's legacy alive. ([B]OOC[/B]: Hope that's okay for you, I can add a little more to the Background if you want)[/SIZE][/COLOR] [COLOR=Green][SIZE=1]EDIT: Sorry, Retribution, complete mistake on my part[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Glad to be back, Kairi, sorry the last one became so confusing. Name: Lee Sheridan Gender: Male Home Planet: Earth Appearance: Tall, well-built, mid-length black hair, electric blue eyes, tanned skin, wears a black t-shirt and combat trousers, with a black waist-length leather jacket, black boots. Personality: A joker. He has a black sense of humour, and it always comes out in times of great danger. He enjoys his job more than anything in the world, and takes great pleasure in disposing of the supernatural. Bio: Born into a rich British family, Lee developed strong psychic powers when he was a child. He was put into a specialist hospital, and given a psychic dampener ring around his head. This supressed his powers, but made him comatose until they could invent a new improved version. They finally managed to invent one when he was fifteen, and he awoke from his coma. When he was twenty, he attended the fateful New Year's Eve party with his family, where they were all killed, except him. This forced him into a month-long depression, where he never left the house. He finally got over his loss by developing a sense of humour about his entire life. He decided to put his power to use by joining Project Heaven, and destroying as many monsters as he could. He has since been through many changes, from being blind to having to kill his own father, but each new experience has made him stronger. He has also formed a strong emotional relationship with Ivy, his fellow team-mate. He has been away from Team Heaven for a few months, trying to resolve some personal issues, but he has missed Ivy incredibly, and so inevitably will return to the place he now comes to think of as his home. Since he has been away, Lee has become stronger, both physically and mentally, gaining stronger telekinetic and telepathic powers. These abilities make him a formidable foe to battle against. Weaponry: Two pistols and a sword Gift: Telekinesis and telepathy Greatest Fear: Spiders[/SIZE][/COLOR]

Well, all of those are great, but we need some more people on the side of the Black Scorpion. So I don't need any more on the Freedom Fighters team, just Black Scorpion members.

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]"This is my forte, Pierre, so just stand back and watch the miracle," said X. He opened his coat, and took out a block of C4. He placed it on the wall of the building, judging where it was weakest, and walked across the street. "You ready?" he asked, pulling the detonator out of his pocket. Pierre nodded, and drew his handgun. X drew his, pressed the button on the detonator. The wall exploded in a ball of flame, throwing concrete and glass everywhere. Alarms began to ring, and X and Pierre ran towards the building. The entered through the hole they had just created, and ran up the stairs. Security guards ran down at them, drawing their handguns. X aimed his quickly, and squeezed the trigger twice. Two small red explosions blossomed from the first guard's chest, and he fell. The two hitmen ran up the stairs, taking out the security swiftly and efficiently. They reached the office of Jacob H. King, and X tried to kick the door down. It was solid metal. They wouldn't be able to get in there easily. X aimed at the door, and was about to fire, when Pierre shouted at him. "No! If you shoot the door, the bullets will ricochet and kill both of us. Shoot the plaster in the doorframe." X fired three shots into the plaster doorframe, blasting out the lock. The door swung gently open. The two hitmen entered the room, and saw King standing behind his desk, aiming a Magnum at the two men. He was shaking, and sweating profusely. "Don't come any closer, or I'll shoot! Drop your weapons!" he shouted. X dropped his handgun, and signalled for Pierre to do the same, which he did. "Hands in the air!" They put their hands up, and he moved towards them. He searched Pierre for weapons, and found none, then he moved onto X. As he searched his body, X clicked the heel of his left boot on the floor. A small blade, no more than three centimetres long, popped out of the toe, and he kicked King in the shin. The blade pierced his skin, and he fell to the floor in agony. X opened his coat, and drew a second handgun from his back, and pressed the gun against King's head. "Bye bye," he said cheerfully, and shot the man in the head. Blood splattered all over the floor, and Jacob King fell to the floor, dead. "Cover me," X said to Pierre. The Frenchman took up a position at the door, and began shooting the security guards who came up the stairs. X searched through all the filing cabinets, and emptied them all onto the desk. Then he drew a box of matches from his jacket pocket, and lit one, throwing it onto the desk, burning away all evidence of Jacob King's dealings. He drew his guns and joined Pierre. "There are too many guards for us to get out this way," said Pierre, firing at them. "Then we'll take another way out," said X. He kicked through the window of the office, and climbed out onto the roof. He ran along, and Pierre followed. They ran along, and saw police gathering at the base of the bank. They ran, escaping the burning building and going back to collect their money...[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Huge splashes of rain blossomed on the street, and the water mixed with petrol from the cars to form rainbows on the ground. Lee's boots disturbed these rainbows, water splashing from the ground with every step he took. He and Ivy walked, determined to find Lee's father, the man responsible for all of this. They splashed through the wet street, moving north. [I]A shadowy figure watched them from the rooftops...[/I] They reached a building where all the gargoyles seemed to be gathering. Hundreds of them sat on the roof, folding their wings behind them. They sat, perfectly still, like statues, as gargoyles were meant to be. Lee entered the building, and found death and destruction everywhere. Bodies lay strewn across the floor, blood seeping out of them. Glass was smashed, walls were broken, and bits of plaster and shards of glass lay on the floor. They advanced quickly but cautiously through the building, shaking off the water from the rain outside. The lights in the building were out, fuses were burnt out or something. They reached the stairs, and Lee drew his gun, and began climbing the stairs. Ivy took her shotgun out and followed. They were around halfway up when zombies dropped down from the floors above, landing clumsily on half-broken bones. Lee and Ivy let rip, and soon they were all gone. They continued up the stairs, and more dropped on them. They made short work of these ones as well. They eventually reached the top of the building. The lights were still out on this floor, but moonlight was seeping in through the broken windows. Lee and Ivy took a few cautious footsteps forward, when a voice resounded around the room. "Well, hello there, Lee. I wasn't expecting you to arrive here so quickly. I thought you would have taken your time, with the person you want to kill being your own father!" "Where are you?!" shouted Lee, his voice echoing around the room. "Why don't you guess?" replied the voice snidely. Lee tried to use his telepathy to sense the man, but he was being blocked somehow. He picked up a table with his telekinesis, but then dropped it, his telekinesis being blocked as well. His guns and sword flew out of his hands, and clattered to the floor. "Where did you think you got your powers from, son?" asked a voice from the shadows. A figure stepped out. It was an old, but healthy-looking man, with short grey hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a business suit, with a white shirt and a tie. "Dad?" said Lee, unbelievingly. "That's right, Lee, it's your daddy!" replied the man. Lee moved towards him, but the man outstretched his hand, and bolts of electricity flew from his hand into Lee's chest. He flew backwards, shocked by the electricity. He landed on the floor, and his father shot electricity into the floor, and it conducted and hit Lee. He flew up into the air, and hit the ground with a thud. "You stopped being my son when you started destroying my creations!" he shouted, enraged at his son. "And you stopped being my father when you killed all those people!" gasped Lee. His father threw another jolt of electricity at him, but Ivy stepped in front of Lee, taking the shock for him. She stayed standing, but was weakened. "Ivy," said Lee weakly, "Don't..." "I'll do whatever I can to protect you from this bastard, Lee!" she said. She took another shock for him, and fell to one knee. Lee's father laughed. "So this is your girlfriend, is it Lee? I thought you would have done better, with your looks and talents." Lee stood up, and his father threw him across the room with his electric blasts. He smashed into a desk, and fell to the floor, apparently unconscious. "Now to deal with you," he said, turning to Ivy. He poured electricity into her, almost overloading her system. She writhed on the floor in agony, clutching her chest as she felt her heart slow down. He cut off the flow, and she lay on the floor, smoking and burnt. She groaned in pain and rolled on the floor. "Now to finish you off," said Lee's father, but he was stopped by a burst of blood splattering onto the wall in front of him. He looked vacant for a second, then realised it was his own blood. He fell to the floor, a bullethole in his head. Lee stood behind him, holding a smoking gun. "I'm sorry, dad, but its what you deserved." Lee staggered over to Ivy, and lifted her up onto his shoulders. "You stupid child!" shouted a deep, inhuman voice, "You don't have any idea how powerful I am!" Lee turned and saw his father, who had grown to almost twice his former size, bursting out of his clothes, and he held miniature lightning storms in his hands. He leapt towards Lee, who thrust his sword upwards. It went through his father's chest and up into his skull. He was completely dead now. A small vial fell out of his shirt pocket, filled with green liquid, and another one, filled with blue liquid. The virus and the anti-virus. This is just what they needed. Lee left the building, carrying Ivy over one shoulder, and walked back to the rest of the team... (OOC: Sorry if people didn't want the story to end there)[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]"Very soon. In the meantime, Pierre, this is X, and X, this is Pierre," said the man. "Should've known you'd have a name like that," said X. "Well, what kind of a name is "X"?" asked Pierre, "You sound like a cliched comic-book character." "I use this name to hide my identity. There are a lot of people who want me dead, or arrested, or tortured. Using the name X helps me to keep away from those people. Do you understand, or is that too much for your soft French brain to handle?" "My brain is a hundred times sharper than yours will ever be," replied Pierre. "Ok, you two, you sound like a married couple," said the man, "It's time for you to be given your assignment." One of the bodyguards carried a large metal briefcase into the room. He placed it on the table and opened it. Inside were pictures of a businessman, taken secretly. They were black-and-white photos, but they were perfectly clear. "This is Jacob H. King. He is a banker with strong ties to the clan we are negotiating with later today. But he has been wiring funds to the clan, allowing them to buy bigger and better weapons. Basically, we need him dead before he can channel any more funds to them. We could do without the clan being any stronger than it already is." "Where do we find him?" asked X, suddenly all business. "He works in the Metropolitan Bank of London. You will have to catch a train down to London to find him, and then you need to kill him in any way possible. We need Pierre to kill the target, and then, in any confusion afterwards, we need you to take out any onlookers who may have seen who it was, X. Is that understood?" "Perfectly," said Pierre, "And what about my fee?" "You were told you would get ten times your normal fee, Pierre, that makes it 7,500,000 Euros. X, you will get the same." X smiled at the thought of this money, as did Pierre. "When do we leave?" asked X...[/SIZE][/COLOR]