JT Darkfire

Yes, very dark. But also, very well portrayed. It seems to me either a poem about suicide or, er...well, that's pretty much the only vibe I get from it. But still, good job. If it is what I think it is, you did a good job saying it in a way that wouldn't cause the reader to become frightened about the choices you'd make. In fact, all it does is make ke interested, willing to see if this is part of a trend that your poetry takes.Kudos to you, and bravo.

All right, this is turning out a lot better than I had expected it to. I've got to admit, I was expecting another flop on my behalf, but it looks like I've actually found a good crowd. I just hope there are more people out there who are interested. I don't want this one to crash and burn like the others. It looks like it may be time for a little more more publicity. I'll try as hard as I can. After all, with this quality of characters, there's no telling how far this can go.

[CENTER][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=4][COLOR=Red]Slain[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/CENTER] [B][FONT=Times New Roman]December 18, 2007 10:42 PM Bellevue Hospital ER Room 243 Los Angeles, California[/FONT][/B] Doctor Victor Cruz never had any luck. He was always scheduled the night shift, the busiest time of day at Bellevue Hospital. All he wanted was a night off every now and then; a chance to get out of the sanitized hallways, enjoy the night life, hang out at the clubs. Tonight he was not that lucky. Instead of cruising for chicks, he had ER duty. "Heart beat, stable. Respiratory systems, functioning. Vital signs, clear. And yet he's still comatose. Dammit, what the hell is wrong with this man? Bridget!" An attractive young nurse walked into the room.[I]Damn,[/I] thought Victor, [I]I'd like to get me a piece of that.[/I] Bridget was used to the Victor's stare. He was the most well known doctor in the building. He was a creep, and everyone knew it. "Yes, doctor?" "Get me this man's file!" Bridget rolled her eyes. "Yes, doctor." She exited the room leaving the "good doctor" alone with his patient. "All right, let's check his response to external stimuli." Victor aimed his small flash light in the patient's left eye. "Hmmm...Seems normal enough." He turned around to record his observations on the chart. Just when he did, the right eye of room 243's most recent tenant snapped open. His pupils began to dilate into thin, reptilian slits. His arm reached out and grabbed Victor by the throat. A look of terror crossed the doctor's face. A repeating chant filled his head:[I]Oh God oh God oh God oh---[/I] [I]Snap![/I] Bridget walked into room 243 with the file in her hand. * * * * * * * * * "Doctor, here's the file you---" Bridget's mouth dropped open. Lying on the floor, alone in a pool of blood, was the late Victor Cruz. [B][FONT=Times New Roman]December 18, 2007 11:02 PM The Streets Los Angeles, California[/FONT][/B] The former patient of Bellevue Hospital, Room 243 raced through the streets in a frenzy, demolishing everything in his path. The crazed man rounded a corner, coming face to face with a man in a gray trench coat. He let out a violent howl. The man in the trench coat stood their, almost bored. This former patient lifted an angry fist, preparing to strike the seemingly powerless victim. The man in the coat dodged the clumsy blow, pulled a gun out of a hidden pocket, and squeezed a single shot straight into his attacker's chest. The man in gray turned his back and walked away, pretending not to notice the black cloud leaving the fallen man... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ That was the opening of this tale. Now, to fill in the details. A strange virus is going around. This virus infects both mentally and physically, increasing the strength of its victims, but driving them progressively insane, up to a primal and dangerous point. Once they reach their brink of insanity, the mutations begin. No, not your pretty, X-Men mutations that give special powers yet leave the physical body unchanged. The victims become horrendous (and dangerous) abominations. However, after a while, the truth of the virus will become known. In reality, this virus (which seeks out the darkness in human hearts) is a method Lucifer implemented in an attempt to create an army vast and powerful enough to storm heaven and claim it as his rightful place. God's only opportunity to stall this onslaught was to send an arch-angel to thwart Satan's plans. He sent Ezekiel, a trusted and skilled angel who fought as Michael's second in command during the original bannishing of Lucifer from heaven. When Ezekiel arrived on Earth's surface, he had absolutely no memory of his past, and he had become mortal. What you read above will be the first chapter of the story. Those who choose to participate in this RP will play as people who were either saved from the virus by the man in the gray trench coat ( Ezekiel Albright), or they will be other people with special capabilities to combat these demons. If you wish to be a villain, contact me via PM. I'm implementing the chapter system, as well. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SIZE=3][B]Sign-Ups[/B] [/SIZE] Here is the base rubric for sign-ups: [B]Name:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] [B]Gender:[/B] [B]Blood Type:[/B] For some characters, this may not be relevant. Others it may. I figured I should cover all the bases. [B]Physical Appearance:[/B]A detailed description and/or a picture. [B]*Special Ability:[/B] [B]*Weapon:[/B] [B]Personality:[/B] [B]Biography:[/B] Keep it brief, but give us enough detail so we get to know the character. [B]Character Snippet:[/B] Just a sample of your writting, so we can see your style. Note= * means that this section is not required. Here is my sign up, as an example: [B]Name:[/B] Ezekiel Albright [B]Age:[/B] Unknown (Countless millenia, way before the birth of mankind.) [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Blood Type:[/B] O+ [B]Physical Appearance:[/B] 5'9", with shoulder-length gray hair and gray eyes. He wears a long, flowing trenchcoat and has a scar across his left eye. Of a medium build, and somewhat thuggish in apprearance. His looks are intimidating, to be sure, but he seems to radiate an air of trustworthiness to anyone willing to give him a second glance. His hands at first may seem large and clumsy, but they are dextrous and agile. [B]*Special Ability:[/B] His blood is the cure of the demon virus and he is capable of sensing the virus in others. [B]*Weapon:[/B] A pair of hand-made, fully customized pistols loaded with bullets containing his own blood. [B]Personality:[/B] Somewhat aloof and anti-social, Zeke has grown accustomed to being alone, and he shows it. He is serious, but can show a dry, sarcastic humor when he wants to. [B]Biography:[/B] Ezekiel was one of few angels who remained faithful to God during the first war of Heaven and Hell. He fought alongside Michael as second in command. His skill and cunning were renowned among those of Heaven, but after Lucifer's exile, he had no foe to triumph over, and he fell into despair. His name was a joke amonst angels, and he had lost all pride. That's why he jumped at the chance to combat demons in the mortal world. It gave him a chance to regain his glory, and once again fall into the Lord's good grace. Upon his journey to Earth, however, his memory was corrupted. He had no idea what he was or what he was capable of. He knew his name and he knew his purpose, but not why he did what he did. After police officials witnessed the aftermath of one of Ezekiel's battles, he became feared as a criminal, wanted for several cases of homicide and assault with a deadly weapon. Hated on Earth by both sides, those he was meant to protect and those he was meant to destroy,he lives secluded in fear of what will come next. [B]Character Snippet:[/B] You've seen my sample. Just look above.

This is a concept I came up with a while ago, and decided I wanted to write as a book. I have the main idea, but not enough to make it entirely notable. So I decided to let it drop. That is, until I found a picture of the main character I had designed. And that's when it hit me: [I]I don't have to do this alone.[/I] That's where you, my fellow OBers, come in. So just give this snippet and summary a chance, and tell me what you think of it. [FONT=Book Antiqua][I][B][CENTER][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=4][COLOR=Red]Slain[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/CENTER][/B][/I][/FONT] December 18, 2007 10:42 PM Bellevue Hospital ER Room 243 Los Angeles, California Doctor Victor Cruz never had any luck. He was always scheduled the night shift, the busiest time of day at Bellevue Hospital. All he wanted was a night off every now and then; a chance to get out of the sanitized hallways, enjoy the night life, hang out at the clubs. Tonight he was not that lucky. Instead of cruising for chicks, he had ER duty. "Heart beat, stable. Respiratory systems, functioning. Vital signs, clear. And yet he's still comatose. Dammit, what the hell is wrong with this man? Bridget!" An attractive young nurse walked into the room.[I]Damn,[/I] thought Victor, [I]I'd like to get me a piece of that.[/I] Bridget was used to the Victor's stare. He was the most well known doctor in the building. He was a creep, and everyone knew it. "Yes, doctor?" "Get me this man's file!" Bridget rolled her eyes. "Yes, doctor." She exited the room leaving the "good doctor" alone with his patient. "All right, let's check his response to external stimuli." Victor aimed his small flash light in the patient's left eye. "Hmmm...Seems normal enough." He turned around to record his observations on the chart. Just when he did, the right eye of room 243's most recent tenant snapped open. His pupils began to dilate into thin, reptilian slits. His arm reached out and grabbed Victor by the throat. A look of terror crossed the doctor's face. A repeating chant filled his head:[I]Oh God oh God oh God oh---[/I] [I]Snap![/I] Bridget walked into room 243 with the file in her hand. "Doctor, here's the file you---" Bridget's mouth dropped open. Lying on the floor, alone in a bloody heap, was the late Victor Cruz. December 18, 2007 11:02 PM The Streets Los Angeles, California The former patient of Bellevue Hospital, Room 243 raced through the streets in a frenzy, demolishing everything in his path. The crazed man rounded a corner, coming face to face with a man in a gray trench coat. He let out a violent howl. The man in the trench coat stood their, almost bored. This former patient lifted an angry fist, preparing to strike the seemingly powerless victim. The man in the coat dodged the clumsy blow, pulled a gun out of a hidden pocket, and squeezed a single shot straight into his attacker's chest. The man in gray turned his back and walked away, pretending not to notice the black cloud leaving the fallen man... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ That was the opening of this tale. Now, to fill in the details. I hope to start this off as a sci-fi piece. A strange virus is going around. This virus infects both mentally and physically, increasing the strength of its victims, but driving them progressively insane, up to a primal and dangerous point. Once they reach their brink of insanity, the mutations begin. No, not your pretty, X-Men mutations that give special powers yet leave the physical body unchanged. The victims become horrendous (and dangerous) abominations. This story will progress to a battle between Heaven and Hell scenario; the virus is actually a method of demonification. Those who choose to participate in this RP (if it is successful, that is) will participate as people who were either saved from the virus by the man in the gray trench coat, Ezekiel Albright. That or they will be other people with special capabilities to combat these demons. I'm thinking about implementing the chapter system, as well. I will delve more into the character Zeke Albright if this story works out. So, whaddaya think? Feed back would be greatly appreciated. Oh, and don't worry. If/When I start this RP, I'll spend a bit more time one it, use a better writting style.

Yep, yep... I just graduated on the 10th. It was a tough year, but it was only tough because I made it so. Strangely enough, I enjoyed high school. Of course, that was probably only because I hated my previous school so much. Now that I think about it, there was so much that I wish that I had done. I guess I should've taken the initiative a bit more. I could have done so much better in class if I had tried,and there will be so many people that I will miss hanging out with on a regular basis. Oh well, at least I got a few E-mails and phone numbers before the year ended so I won't be left totally out of the loop. Besides, I was actually involved in the school this year. I guess I'll just have to visit again sometime next year... ...But yeah, the ceremony was really lame.

[quote name='Shinmaru']Ooh, yeah, I should have mentioned some of those. Young Frankenstein is hilarious, and it's one of my favorite movies ever. Blazing Saddles is likewise awesome. I don't think you could go wrong with either of those movies.[/quote] I've got to agree with you there. Blazzing Saddles is my favorite comedy ever. It is one of the most politically incorrect films I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. One of the best comedies that I have seen is one that often is overlooked by the general public. Come on people, doesn't anyone besides me remember Mystery Men? With a cast of characters such as The Bowler and Mr. Furious, is it any wonder that this is an awesome movie. I mean, it stars Janeane Garofalo, Ben Stiller,Hank Azaria, William H. Macy, Greg Kinnear, Geoffrey Rush, Paul Reubens, and Kel Mitchell. Isn't that (plus an awesome script) enough? I mean, I couldn't help but laugh at some of the unimportant characters such as... well, you'll have to see it yourself.

[quote name='Siren'] I'm not religious in the least; I abhor the Jerry Falwells and I have wanted to slap Bill O'Reilly on more than one occasion, but while I don't agree with the majority of their reasons for their stance, I agree with the fundamental idea that there is a "too soon" for sex. [/quote] There, now that I have your attention... I've got to agree with both of you, but because of your constant bickering back and forth, neither of you is really listening to the valid points that the other has made made, so I'll try to put it into plain english for you: CHW, while your plan would have merrit if it was possible to implement, it's not. Who in their right mind would turn their children into a lesson plan for a local high school? Where would you find all of these "subjects?" I know I wouldn't want some high school half-wit handling my children. Let's face it, most teens just aren't ready to be good parents,and tossing them into a situation like this just isn't a good idea. Siren: You just don't seem to realize that while abstinence should be the preferred method, there will always be a stupid schmuck who chooses not to abstain and, the result: a child. I have family that made that stupid mistake, and I am still a teenager, so I know about the stupidity of my peers. I have two very close friends who didn't know about possible contraceptives, and because of it one of them is seventeen years old with a two year old daughter, and the other is fifteen with a newborn to take care of. Obviously, the lack of information of alternatives to abstinence was a problem, wasn't it? Kids are going to have sex no matter what you put in the curiculum, and there will always be teen pregnancies. If they are having sex anyway, then at least teach safer methods of having sex. Honestly, the two of you need to grow up. This topic had so much potential to be good, but your little feud has taken up the whole post, and I think I can safely say that I'm not the only one who's sick and tired of your constant insults. A smear campaign just isn't necessary here, folks. Just make your point and move on.

[B]Name:[/B] Dorian Starscreamer [B]Age:[/B] 16 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Race:[/B] Human [B]Homeworld:[/B] Naboo [B]Affiliate Order:[/B] New Jedi Order [B]Rank:[/B] Padawan [B]Class:[/B] Padawan Ambassador [B]Lightsaber:[/B] This Lightsaber is of unique design, the hilt crafted like that of a sai, with two sharp portruding prongs. It is black, but has a metallic silver tinge whenheld in light. The beam is bright yellow. While none of these features are necessay (or even all that useful) for a lightsaber duel, it is meant to represent Dorian's specific style. [B]Lightsaber Style:[/B] Ataru, Level One [B]Force Powers: [/B] Force Barrier Revitalize Burst of Speed Force Jump Energy Resistance Battle Meditation Force Push Force Direction [B]Appearance:[/B] Click [URL=http://animevisions.net/Pictures/guys/guys51.jpg]here[/URL] At 5'6", Dorian is very small of stature. [B]Biography:[/B] Dorian was born on the planet of Naboo to a family of traders. He had no knowledge of his force abilities, but he could always tell that he was different from the other kids. When he was four years old, a Jedi knight approached his home, apparently sensing the force in the young child. Young Dorian had been spoiled in his first four years of life, resulting in an arrogant nature. His training in the Force was very successful as well, only fueling the fire of of his pride. He was more adept at using the Force than many of his his fellow Padawans, and he made sure they knew it. His arrogance would last until he was twelve years old, and the other students began surpassing him in combat training. He was falling behind, and he knew it. This was a much needed humbling experience,and his arrogance subsided. Dorian was not a very well liked Padawan. His attitude almost ensured that. It wasn't until his thirteenth year that he made a true friend,a young Twi'lek by the name of Aaylita Segunda, 12. The two were nearly inseparable until a terrible incident in Dorian's life that he would not soon forget. Aaylita and Dorian were training together in the academy on Yavin 4 when suddenly a Sith warrior advanced upon them. His crimson lightsaber raised, he readied an assault. Aaylita,an adept at use of the lightsaber, launched the first attack. The blades clashed, back and forth, again and again. It looked like this might be an even match. A fierce grin appeared on the Sith's face. He had only been toying with Aaylita! With a quick turn, the Sith dodged Aaylita's blow and issued one of his own, one that severed her head from her body. Dorian's heart stopped for a moment, a mixture of fear and hatred filling to near breaking point. He focused as hard as he could, unleahing a Force Push so powerful that it sent the Sith flying, crashing through a wall. Before the dark one had time to retaliate, Jacen led the young Padawan to the lower recesses of the Academy, waiting, hoping against hope that reinforcements would soon arrive... [B]Personality:[/B] Dorian is what you might consider a bit of a showoff. He thinks that flashy is the way to go, hence his style with a lightsaber and his class. He has a playful nature, but don't let that fool you. He is a warrior of extreme focus and determination. Since a horrifying incident, however, Dorian has begun to retreat within himself. [B]Other:[/B] None at the moment, but that may change [B]Final Question:[/B] Actually, I found it to be a very efficient way of getting rid of the Uber individuals. Kudos to you.

One of society's most popular forms of poetry is music. It expresses the artists' thoughts and feelings (or at least the writers', anyway.) in a rhythmic and audibly pleasurable manner. This is an attempt I made long ago when trying to deal with my depression. Please keep in mind that this uses an alternative-rock style. [CENTER][I]Bad Days Do you ever feel the need To run into traffic at full speed? Man, life can really suck. Do you ever hear them say That sooner or later it'll be okay? Yeah, you're just stuck in a rut. Well I hope that it's true, you know I really do, But today just seems to bite. But with a hint of chance and a second glance Things could turn out all right. But Bad Days/ They're all I seem to find Bad Days/ I wish I could hit rewind 'Cause things just weren't as bad before. Bad Days/ I wish I could turn back time Bad Days/ Back to when things were all fine Man, I don't like these days no more. Do you ever want to cry But a close friend happens to walk by? So you just keep it all inside. Does it ever get so bad That everything just seems to make you mad? Oh, life takes you for a ride. Broken dreams and hateful schemes I see them all around But through it all, no matter how small There's still hope to be found Bad Days/ They're all that I can see Bad Days/ Right there in front of me Things could get better any day. Bad Days/ It's all uphill from here Bad Days/ There's no need to fear Soon all the pain will go away.[/I][/CENTER]

[QUOTE=vegeta rocker] There are implications of self mutilation but i guesse that wasn't voiced quite enough.[/QUOTE] I don't know...it was kind of apparent to me. It was actually an intriguing rhyme scheme. All in all, it was a pleasure to read, regardless of the less than pleasant subject content. Good job.

[B]Name:[/B] Takahashi Hoshi Gender:Male [B]Rank:[/B]13th Squad Captain [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/guys/guys69.jpg]Here[/URL],but in Shinegami robes [B]Zanpakutoh:[/B] Keppaku [B]Call-Out:[/B] " Kashou koukouto!" (burn brightly) [B]Form:[/B] [URL=http://long-sword.com/images/5Star/Axes/20-10030.jpg]Click Here[/URL] [B]Powers:[/B] Keppaku is capable of releasing a searing light from its blade that burns at extreme temparatures. It can also be used to emit a blinding flash. [B]Personality:[/B] While an overall nice guy, Hoshi has a tendency of being a little cold. He is a tactitioner and that often comes across as unfeeling and emotionless.He has to think things through before taking any action. He doesn't know the meaning of the word spontaneous, but he has his reasons [B]Character Snippit:[/B] [I]Hoshi walked across the battlefield, the bodies of his fallen comrades littering the ground. His eyes swept the field, seemingly with a purpose... Then he saw it. His stare became one of horror and shock. He had found what he had been looking for. "No...not you too...." The Captain of the 13th Squad had been reckless.She had charged head-on in the face of extreme danger. For that, she and her soldiers had paid the ultimate price. "Captain, why did you do this?" A quiver was heard in Hoshi's voice. He could no longer keep his emotions in check. "WHY DID YOU DO THIS!" Hoshi collapsed in a fit of tears onto the body of Aiko, the Captain of the 13th Squad and his one true love...[/I]

I think that this will do very nicely. Thanks again.

Hey,thanks for the banner. It looks great. I can't wait for the avatar! And don't dis yourself like that. You did a great job.

Hey, can anyone out their help me? I [U]really[/U] need a banner, and a new avi wouldn't hurt either. I'm thinking something along the lines of Albedo standing in front of flames (Laughing maniacally is a plus) with my name in the lower right-hand corner. Any help would be appreciated. Thanks.

Personally, I believe that homosextuality is a genetic trait nor a learned lifestyle. I believe it to be a mental predisposition based on the workings of a persons inner psyche. Everyone has a type, right? I mean, you might find someone more attractive to you than I would, right? It's the same thing. Homosexuals have their prefference based on the same hormones that anyone else would. It is not determined by the world around you, or by who your parents are. It is all about who you are. I don't need some crackpot to tell me why people are gay. I just accept that they are, and go about my daily life.

The one who got me into reading, helped me to begin writting, and I would have to say my overall inspiration, was Lynne Reid Banks. When I first read [U]The Indian in the Cupboard[/U] in the second grade, I couldn't put it down. I just had to buy the next three books in the series, even though I hated reading at the time. Ever since that book, I have been addicted to reading. In a way, I guess she will always be my favorite author.

"Gyarados, return." A beam of crimson light engulfed the Gyarados, which was then drawn into its Pokeball. "Excellent move. I never would have expected someone [I]else[/I] to train their Pokemon by sound. All right, Dragonite. You know exactly what to do..." The Dragonite soared high into the air. Suddenly, its wings gave out, and it went spiraling to the deck. "Let's see you dodge this," growled Gale grimly. "Child's play," answered Sakura. She gave a few short whistle blows, and Flareon jumped out of the way of the dive. [I]Good, but not good enough,[/I] Gale thought to himself. The Dragonite did a quick flip in the air before hitting the deck. An Earthquake raced through the ground, knocking Flareon off its feet. The Flareon fired one last shot before blacking out: a dead on Fire Blast right in Dragonite's face. "Damn, there goes Dragonite." Gale pulled out his final Pokeball. "All right, let's finish this. Go, Crobat." "All right, Mightyena. Show him who's boss." Sakura wrapped the blindfold over Mightyena's eyes. "You know what, Sakura? That was a terribly foolish choice. Crobat, spread your Supersonic everywhere!" Mightyena writhed in pain as the shrill whistle rendered it deaf. "Okay Crobat, use Poison Fang." Everyone on the ship could here the sound of Crobat's teeth sinking into Mightyena's flesh, injecting a deadly toxin as it went in. Mightyena collapsed to the ground struggling to maintain conciousness while the toxin flowed through its veins. Gale's demeanor changed back into its calm, friendly self. Gale said, in a gently reassuring manner, "Listen, one of the greatest signs of a good trainer isn't always persistence. It's knowing when to give in. Its over. Call back your Mightyena, and go get it healed. We can discuss the match afterwards. What do you say?" Sakura slumped to the floor, and pulled out her Pokeball. "Mightyena, return..." "I'll clear the way. That Pokemon needs all the help it can get," Gale said in a friendly manner. "Don't let it get you down, okay?" Sakura nodded silently. She then got up, and they both headed for the ship's Pokemon Center.

[B]OOC:[/B] Since Jolteon vs. Gyarados was mentioned, I guess I'll go with it. The order is Gyarados, Dragonite, then Crobat. [B]IC:[/B] Thunderbolts filled the air, causing the ship to rock from side to side. "Dodge it, Gyarados! Use Attack Pattern Alpha!" A confused look appeared on Sakura's face. The look changed to bewiderment after the Gyrados launched its attack. "Was that... a Fire Blast?" the dazed Sakura asked herself. It was almost too late when she finally came back to her senses. "Quick, get out of the way Jolteon!" Jolteon escaped the inferno with a mere fraction of a second to spare. "You're going to have to stay on your toes if you want your Pokemon to survive this match. Gyarados, use Attack Pattern Delta!" The Gyarados coiled itself completely around the Jolteon, eliminating any chance of using its speed for an advantage. The Gyarados began to gather energy in its mouth. Jolteon struggled, but escape was not an option. "All right Gyarados, fire the Hyper Beam! Point Blank Range!" An almost evil grin appeared on Gale's face as the powerful blast fired at the helpless Jolteon. "JOLTEON, NO!" The resulting explosion was massive. When the smoke finally cleared, the Gyarados seemed stunned, but otherwise unharmed. The Jolteon, on the other hand, was unconscious and covered with burns and bruises. "Who's your next Pokemon?" asked Gale calmly. "Or should I just call this match now? Your choice."

This post is about the current battle between the characters Gale and Sakura. All right Sakura,this battle is going to have to be majestic. I'm talking neither of us can even make a hit good. I'm thinking it will end in a draw because we are interupted by someone or something. How does that sound?

"All right, this could be an interesting battle," said Gale, a frightening grin starting to appear on his face. He started to grab a Pokeball, but then reconsidered. [I]I'm going to have to be smart this time. I have to make the right decision.[/I] He thought for a minute. Sakura, who had been standing there for five minutes, finally got impatient. "Are you going to stand there all day, or are we going to battle?" Gale held up a finger to silence her. "I've made my decision." Gale grabbed three Pokeballs from his waist: Dragonite, Gyarados, and Crobat. Gale's whole manner seemed to change. The happiness in his voice was gone. All that remained was the regimented voice of a drill sergeant. "All right... Sakura, was it? Yeah, you make the first move. Send out your Pokemon. LET THIS BATTLE BEGIN!!!"

I realised long ago ago that my beliefs don't fit into any category. I like to think of myself as a self-appointed altheist. My religious opinions are from many different practices, but they revolve around morality. I don't care who you are, or what you believe in, as long as you are a good person.

Gale stood on the deck, quietly taking in the salty air. "Jeez, it looks like I'm the only one on this boat [I]not[/I] having a battle. Damn. I better go find someone before I miss out on all the fun." Gale scanned the area, tying to find someone, anyone, who wasn't battling yet. Just then, he saw too ladies dressed in black sitting having a conversation. One of them looked very uncomfortable. "Hey does either one of you want to have a Pokemon battle?"

Omega Industries: the place where nightmares begin and civilizations end. This hell-hole is run by a dark man with dark plans. Zaier Malkior sat at his desk, thinking. Suddenly he got up, an angry expression on his face. "I grow tired of this waiting. I [I]must[/I] find those insignificant fools and crush them, one... by... one." He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a pistol and a tiny rod. He pushed a button on the rod, and it extended almost five feet. A wicked-looking curved blade of electricity sprouted from the top. Zaier looked at the glowing yellow symbol on his right hand. A frightening smile appeared on his face, and he began to laugh maniacally. He pushed a button on his desk, and ten mechanical monsters sprung to life, their gears grinding, engines whirring. The emotionless looks on their faces matched their heartless methods "Let this game of Cat and Mouse begin!"

As Gale walked onto the ship, people turned to stare. But when he took a glance at them they all turned away quickly. Gale sighed. "This is going to be a long trip. Guess I better go find a cabin." Gale walked across the deck of the ship absentmindedly. When he finally found room 5F, he let out an exasperated groan. Ship security had spotted him. He knew the drill, and he knew it too well. "Excuse me, sir.Their was an incident at the entrance of the ship. I am going to have to detain you for questioning," said the officer, a look of suspicion on her face. Gale let out a huge smile. "Hey, you must be the Jenny from Cinnibar's younger sister. She's told me so much about you!" "How do you know my sister?" "We worked together a few years ago. She's a close friend of mine. I helped her out with a Pokemon smuggling ring operation. It was a huge success. Maybe she's mentioned me?" Jenny stood there with a puzzled look on her face. Then it dawned on her. "Are you... no, you can't be. Is it possible that you're..." Gale rolled his eyes. He knew this part too well. "Ash Ketchum? No. The name's Gale Scott." "Oh, right. I remember now. Sorry. You must get that a lot." "Yeah, that two-bit hack has been stealing my thunder for the past five years." "That must suck. Listen, the passengers were very worried, so I'm going to have to see your ticket." A scared look passed across Gale's face. [I]Oh man, she'll never believe that I lost it. I'll never make it on time now.[/I] "He's with me," said a friendly voice. "All right, then you'll have to show me your ticket." "That's fine with me," the girl replied. "Here" Jenny looked at the ticket quickly but carefully. "All right, everything seems to be in order. Carry on." Jenny walked away with a smile. As soon as the officer rounded the corner, Gale let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, I needed that."Gale extended his hand. "Gale Scott." She shook his hand with a smile. "Maki Nakamura. Listen, is this really your room?" Gale nodded. "I just lost my ticket while flying on my Dragonite. Listen, thanks for your help. I guess I'll talk to you later." "Sure, no problem." As soon as Gale entered the small room, he flopped onto his bed. [I]This is going to be a rough journey...I can't wait![/I]

[B]Name:[/B] Gale Scott [B]Age:[/B] 22 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] Standing at about 5'11" with long black hair and cold blue eyes and often wearing dark clothing, he is intimidating at first glance. [B]Personality:[/B] Despite his no-nonesense appearance, Scott is very fun loving and a little sarcastic. He is also as curious as they come, but eh has no urge to compete in the Pokemon League. He has no dreams or goals, and basically does whatever looks fun, hence the strength of his Pokemon. He is also a skilled artist, but he prefers to keep that his little secret. When it comes to battling, though, he becomes a different person. He becomes focused, calculative, and some may even call him brutal. His Pokemon are masters of evasion, and instead of Gale trying to teach them how to handle their weakness, he's taught them how to avoid their weakness and take advantage of every opportunity. His Pokemon flow like the wind. [B]Line-up:[/B] Togetic [74] Crobat[69] Dragonite[74] Gyarados [73] Charizard[74] Aerodactyl[75] [B]Extras:[/B] Jumpluff [42] Salamence [68] Pidgeot [67] Xatu [65] Butterfree [47] Beautifly [54] Gligar [56] Skarmory [62] Murkrow [59] [B]OOC:[/B] In case you didn't notice, he prefers flying types.