Darth Vectis

[SIZE=1]Kain was finished with his notes and tapping foot to his metal as he leaned back in his chair comfortably, unlucky for him, the bell rang loudy through out the school, making and echo loud enough for people across town to here. He groaned as he stood up ad put his aviators on, carring his binder under on arm and letting the other swing freely he walked through the door of his Ap Calculus class and down the hall way to a break area. But now, his luck had changed, he saw a couple of guys duking it out in the hallway, one with blue hair and tattos, the other with white hair. Kain got excited quickly, he wanted to see someone get beat down, since his own body was aching for the chance do the do the same. He stood in the back, looking over quite a few heads to see the two "discuss" matters at hand. He then procedded to yell out. [B] "Get it get it, lets see some blood today. Come on boy, don't let him punk you like that."[/B] He's not sure if they heard him, but it didn't matter much to him, as long as he said what he was gonna say. He did notice a few people glare at him then turn back around when he saw them and puffed out his chest a little holding out his arms wide. Acting like a normal joke would, taunting people left and right, complete disregard for the seniors or anyone of his grade level. He just kept saying the same thing, thinking maybe someone would try to start something. [B] "Can't touch this. None of ya can, I'm too quick and strong for any of you little punks. You ain't got nothing on me son."[/B] And his taunts just continued, reaching the point of annoying anyone that passed by. But Kain just kept it up, he was aching for a fight, the itch that always followed was what always got him into trouble. He always wanted to fight, always ready to, always willing to beat someone down. Until finally, some irritated senior decided to shut him up. A senior about six feet tall, dark brown hair, little wiry but still showing visable muscles strided up to Kain. Trying to look tough as he walked by, Kain just smiled his usual smile. He kept his aviators on as the senior slightly adjusted his view to the tab bit shorter Kain. He started talking to him in an angry tone. [B] "Listen here, you are drving my last nerve right now junior. I'm tired of hearing you tuants and your complete disrespect for people. And it is about time someone showed you what it is like to be humiliated and shown to be weak in front of everyone."[/B] Kain kept his smile, but tilted his aviators down, revealing his rather piercing hazel eyes. He stared dead into the seniors eyes with them, and the higher classman could see something in his eyes. Something fierce and brutal, something that deep inside. Like a caged animal, waiting to be set loose and run rampant upon the world. Kain spoke in a harsher tone. [B] "Are you gonna be the one to do something about it?" [/B]Kain kept his stare, as did the upper classman. He nodded at Kain. Kains smile grew a bit bigger then he tilted his aviators back on to his face, covering his hawk like eyes and started talking again. [B] "Alright, when and where buddy. I'll take you down anyday, anytime."[/B] "Today, after school. Out front." The senior said in a cold voice, Kain kept the smile and just nodded his head. The senior turned around and walked off. Kain walked a different direction, his blood pumping and his body readying itself for the up coming conflict. No matter how far he walked, or where he was, he still had that smile on his face. And that killer look in his eyes. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]The sun peaked through the curtains, striking Kains face perfectly to make him groan to move his face out of the path of the sunlight. A few moments later his alarm went off for the first time today, he groaned louder as he reached around and hit the top of the alarm, then scratched the top of his head through the tangled mess of his long hair. He then sat up and look around, one eye half open, the other almost completely shut, he rubbed his eyes the palm of his hands and then through the covers off his bare legs and swung them over the bed. He got up from his bed and did a zombie trudge to the bathroom, he wasn?t use to being up so early. He always seemed to miss some period during the day from his school, not caring enough, as long as he kept his grades up high enough to avoid being dropped from his athletics. He quickly got into a warm shower and cleaned his hair; he then brushed it out and dried it, then left the warmth of the steamed bathroom and into the cold air of his home. The water droplets meeting cold air sent a small chill through his body that was hardly noticeable. He then passed into his room and dressed in his usual attire, plain black basketball shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt that was snug against his body. And he put on his black ankle socks and his black vans. He then grabbed his usual hair tie, but this time, he also grabbed two rubber bands and put one on each wrist. He then walked out of his room, hustling down the stairs. He grabbed his binder, aviators, his house keys and his ipod was out the door, his aviators covering his eyes and he used his house to lock up. He was then quickly down the stoop in front of his home and heading down the street, keeping a steady pace as he ticked through his music selection. Finding his ideal music and pushing the pressure sensitive button and letting the music resonate through his ears, the sound of metal ring in his head always got his blood going. Giving him that short rush of adrenaline as it fired the neurons in his mind that reminded him of the rush of competing against other people, and triumphing. Even losing to another inspires him and made the adrenaline pump more. He maneuvered through people as he went; his pace had steadily increased from a light walk to a heavy jog. He dodged people left and right, getting through them like he was in football season all over again. He had these flash memories of him dodging the linebackers coming at him; he also remembered how they cracked him in the knees a few times, and even in the ribs. This was far more uncomfortable when they had been cracked a few times earlier in his life time, but, that didn?t stop him from playing or competing to his maximum ability. By the time he had reached school his blood was flowing swiftly and his body was ready for anything right now. So, when he arrived early he decided to do a little exercise, and a little bit of showing off as well. When he got to school he found a wall near the door and placed this things down, he then put the hair tie in, and then put his legs through the rubber bands until they were at the edge of his basketball shorts on both legs. He checked to make sure the rubber bands were on tight enough, then commenced with his little bit of show boating. He put his hands on the ground and lifted his body up into the air, using only his hands to balance on. He narrowed his feet, keeping his legs close together and his feet pointing to the ceiling, he then started doing push-ups of sorts. Using his well toned arms to do all the work as the rest of his body was in the air. He grunted a little with the effort but it soon became easier as the blood flow increased and his music drowning out the rest of the world, and his eyes focused on the ground. He did at one point look at the students passing by; some would glance at him and would continue on in a snobbish sort of way, others would stare for several moments then quickly head away. He always noticed when the girls would see him, giggle and blush. He just smiled his arrogant smile and kept reaping out push-ups, the girls only boosting his ego, as did the jealous looking guys and other athletes. After a few more reaps, Kain was starting to sweat and was growing tired after about a hundred or so. He extended his arms fully once more then let his body drop, landing on his feet and exhaling deeply. He then rolled his shoulders and rubbed his neck, then grabbed his things and put his aviators back over his eyes and walked inside, slowly making his way to class. Strutting a bit as he passed through the halls to his AP class that he was actually maintaining a B in. As he passed to his class, he saw another girl beating up on a senior; he chuckled to himself and kept going. He found his Calculus class and seated himself in the back, still listening to his metal music and lightly bobbing his head as the teacher lectured. Kain watched his lips carefully and wrote down what he said, getting it down perfectly and letting himself fade out as his hands did all the work.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Kain Cull [B]Age / DOB:[/B] July 9th, 1994 [B]Persona:[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/screen18.jpg] Yatuji [/URL] [B]Blood Weapon:[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/glaive2.jpg] Kynigos [/URL] [B]Snippet:[/B] The sun was bright and a good distance in the sky, even though it could be hardly seen through the thick clouds of Boston-twos weather. This certainly didn?t do much for Kain, who was still fast asleep in his bed. His alarm clock had gone off several times by now, but each time he just hit the snooze button and would roll over, his long black hair flopping all over the place. Getting stuck under him as he rolled and changed position, even being only to about mid-back it still was a hassle. Some of the sun cracked through his dark curtains, glowing on his light tan, which was a tad bit odd in this weather and season. After about an hour or two of the continual snooze button hitting and rolling over, he got up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he flipped the sheets off and swung his legs over the edge of his bed. He rubbed his face and his eyes more, trying to get himself awake enough to make a trip the bathroom. He looked to his alarm clock for a moment and say it was 11:45. He grinned to himself as he stretched his arms over his head, stretching as far as he could be for he heard a satisfying pop form his shoulders. He groaned lightly as he scratched his head and stood up and trudged over to his bathroom and closing the door behind him. He appeared from the bathroom a good thirty minutes later, steam erupting from the small space, his hair cleaned dried, with a towel wrapped around his waist and another smaller towel draped over his shoulder. He looked around his room and gingerly lifted clothes to see what was clean and what wasn?t soiled in anyway. Kain?s rather lazy habits were very apparent with his room, with clothes strewn about every where in every direction. He cared very little, since most of his shirts had no sleeves and a wide variety of basket ball shorts. You could tell from his clothe style and his body type that he was rather athletic; his slim, yet muscularly intimidating form gave it away. He soon found a clean pair of basketball shorts with the schools name and logo in the bottom corner of his shorts, with a shirt that fit his form rather snuggly. He sat on his bed as he put on his ankle socks and then slipped his vans on and then grabbed a hair tie from his nightstand and place it around his wrist. He then headed out of his room and down the steps, grabbing his aviator sun glasses and his binder and taking off out the door, locking it behind him. It was now 12:15, and Kain was just leaving for school. He smiled to himself as he walked down the street; making his way steadily toward school. It took Kain about fifteen minutes to arrive to school, and by now, lunch hard already broken out. He took a deep breathe and head over to the field, he found a few other jokes practicing. He found a shot put pad and dropped all his stuff, and then tied his hair back with his hair tie. He then began to stretch out, twisting and turning his body. Reaching down to bend his toes and pulling his arm across his body. Then shaking his limbs and then standing on the shot put pad, first practicing his form and technique, his throwing angle and his spinning, getting it just right so he could launch the twelve pound as far as possible. After he had gotten it just right, he grabbed one of the twelve pound shot put balls that were placed there earlier in the day. He positioned himself correctly and placed the ball on the side of his squarest jaw and took a few deep breathes before commencing with his technique. He spun around once, twice, then three times and quickly lunched the ball into the air, groaning a bit as he used all his force to send it hurtling through the air. It landed after a few second, about eighty-six yards away. He rolled his shoulders as he looked over his throw, and then witnessed the throwing attempt of another student. He got a measly thirty-seven yards, Kain openly laughed at his poor attempt. [B] ?Maybe if you keep practicing you?ll get as far as me when your 60.?[/B] Kain was never scared to say what he wanted, or to stand up to another student if it came down to it. Some, well most students, would call it arrogance and fool heartedness, he though of it as pride and skill. He watched as the student had an angry look on his face and was about to confront Kain when his shot put partner grabbed his shoulder and shook his head. The other student backed off and went back to his practice, Kain just smiled in a cruel way as he grabbed his aviators and binder and walked away slowly. Walking away with a graceful stride and holding himself up with such confidence, that at the right angle, you could see his Spartan heritage in him, just waiting to be released on the world. Or, was it something else? OOC: Hope this is good, will re do it if you want.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Sarin was standing several yards from the plane, but staying within close enough distance of Allura if he need to snatch her up and take her away. Sarin also thought about what Kizan said about how anger was an enhancer for the change, a fuel source that powered his infection, which would explain why it was advancing so far so fast in his system. Especially since Sarin was just chalk full of anger, frusteration, and rage from being around so many things and hearing things that would drive his anger to its limit. The most heart wrentching and rage enducing moment was when he herad from Deans poisonous lips that Carmen was dead. And he was dead because Sarin had left him to fend for himself, Allura was not at fault because she was off trying to save Sarin. And now, there was this vampiress standing in the doorway of the plane with a gun pointed at Kizans head. And she looked like she meant business, Sarin would of struck at this moment, feeling it was one of his most vulnerable moments, but he dare not risk Alluras life in the process of his possible attempt to eliminate his so called master. Sarin kept his arms crossed as he watched Kizan just grin, revealing his fangs and maintaing his sinister and dark looks. Sarin was doing everything he could to supress his anger and rage, to prevent the change form happening any faster. But, he could feel his will waining, his mind slipping into a more anamalistic mode. His eyes had already taken a huge change, allowing him to see farther and see more then just colors and bodies. He could see body heat and the rythmic thumbing of hearts or, in this case, the lack of beating and the cold that eminated from them. Sarin was soon borught out of his depe thoughts as he heard his name called, like a mongrel.[COLOR=DarkRed] [B] "Sarin, would you please help this young lady to a seat on the plane?"[/B][/COLOR] Sarin huffed at him, Kizan looked at him with cold, unforgiving eyes. [B] "I would rather not, she seems like no threat to you. No need to involve me in this part of your plan, master." [/B]The word rolled off his tongue with a disguting feeling, Kizan continued to stare him down, knowing that this was one of those crucial moments of making sure Sarin would do as he asked. Kizan changed his glare to Allura, then flashed it back to Sarin. Sarin could tell what he was hinting at, and he saw he had no choice. He uncrossed his arms and walked toward the door, his eyes dead set on the woman in the plane door. He spoke to Kizan as he walked. [B] "She will probably shoot me, which will mean you will lose your servant."[/B] Kizan gave a deep throated chuckle.[COLOR=DarkRed] [B] "You will be suprised by how far the change as come along."[/B][/COLOR] Kizan looked to the woman and spoke to her with a cool voice.[COLOR=DarkRed] [B] "Go ahead and fire at him, you will probably regret it if you do."[/B] [/COLOR]Sarin cuold see a slight hesitation on her part, but she quickly put her finger on the trigger and let a bullet lose. Nailing Sarin right in the chest as he was in midstride, Sarin went down, falling forward and hitting the ground hard. Allura tried to bolt toward him, but was gripped by Dean securely, so instead she yelled out to him. [COLOR=RoyalBlue][B] "Sarin!"[/B][/COLOR] He didn't move for several moments, the woman was about to turn back to Kizan when Sarin flinched lightly. Then moved his limbs completely and then stood up, his yellow eyes looking straight at her. His lips pulling back as he snarled at her, like a wild animal, a beast that had been agitated with the hunters futile attempts. He then resumed his walk, this time picking up the pace, and slowly increasing his stride and speed. His body lowering to the ground and his eyes focused on the vampiress. He used his new speed to get to the plane in a few moments, she still managed to fire off a few rounds into his body before his black sword swiftly lunged out at her then went back into the sheath. The piece of the gun slide right off, revealing the angle Sarin had come at with his blade, the removed piece looked like a wedge to keep doors open. Sarin snarled once more and stood up striaght, the holes in his chest were apparent by the holes in his shirt. But what was lacking was blood, all that could be seen through the shirt was black spots. The vampiress reached out and touched the plack spots, then withdrew quickly as she felt the spot. She had felt a smooth yet sturdy looking spot, she had touched on of Sarins new scales. Scales of his curse. Riley looked up at his face and for a instant, saw the beast in his face. The dracoinc beast that lay deep within, ready to be released and set loose upon the world. Sarin spoke in a gruff and inhuman voice. [B] "Take your seat vampiress. We will be leaving shortly, i'm sure everything will be explained on the way."[/B] She looked a litte dazed, but quickly recovered her composure and slowly but surely walked deeper into the plane and taking a seat. Sarin stepped down from the doorway and stepped away form the plane, when he gripped his head and screamed out loud, falling to his knees and straining every muscle in his body. Pushing the beast back inside, making it recceed when he demanded. What was afew second that seemed like an eternety fro Sarin, he stood. Straighting himself out and cracking his neck.Then let out a low growl as he walked over to Allura and looked deep into her eyes, hoping she would see what was deep in his. He then walked away from her and stood by Kizan, crossing his arms once more and calming himself once more. Sarin could fele the change getting closer to completing his total take over, and right now he would take the full change, if it would allow him the power to eliminate Alluras captor and the traitor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Sarin had his arms crossed, his eyes now filled with the yellow glow. His glare was unwavering and deadly, the hint of a beats hidden deep within, ready to slaughter, mane, and murder anywho got in his way. The vampiress Krishna tried to show off her fangs and her vampire like qualities, trying to frighten the blade. But found he was not frightened in the least bit. Sarin watched as Kizan forced Krishna to face him and how little her nails digging into his forearms seemed to affect him. Sarin heard her agree to help him, she would receive something that would allow her to enter the light. To be a new breed of vampire that coudl hunt at anytime and anywhere. He would have to slay her in the end, just like Eden. Sarin snapped out of his thoughts and caught Krishna looking at him, he snarled at her, she was unphased by his attempt. She turned to Kizan as he was looking through some scrolls, she spoke quietly to him, though, not quietly enough to stop Sarin form picking it up. [B] "What kind of vampire is he?"[/B] Kizan gave a deep throated chuckle as he continued to look, he spoke without looking. [B] "He's not. He's a werebeast, a dieing breed. Like myself, he is turing into a weredragon."[/B] Krishna looked at him oddly, glancing at Sarin for a moment then back to Kizan. Sarin could feel the poison coursing through his veins, giving him new strength and agility but also changing his mind. Making him think more like an animal then a human, though it didn't feel totally different from his orignial mind set. Blades thought like the creatures they hunted, which made them better predators. But this, was still odd and uncomfortable for him. He could feel those scales creeping up his body, starting from the mark on his back and spreading slowly to give his skin a new protective coat. Something he didn't want, he also was dreading what other changes this infection was going to bring upon him. And this thick scent of blood was far from helping him, half of him was revolted by the very sight of it, yet the other part loved the scent of it and that was what was causing him to fight the infection more. Sarin looked to Kizan, seeing how he looked so vulnerable, his back turned and his attention elsewhere, he could also see how Krishna was not paying attention to him either, she was deep in thought about something. This would be the key time to strike, to pull out his black bladed sword and slaughter then both where they stood. Sarin placed his right hand on the blade handled when suddenly Kizan spoke. [B] "Don't look at me like that Sarin, and take that hand off that blade of yours. We don't want any accidents now do we."[/B] Sarin growled in a beastly way and removed his hand, he spoke to Kizan with a rough tone. [B] "You got your little puppet there Kizan, you don't need me."[/B] Kizan gave another deep throated chuckle. [B] "You would be suprised, but just wait Blade. Your purpose will soon be revealed, and my leverage over you will remain the same."[/B] Sarin adjusted his stance as he looked at Kizan. [B] "What do you mean, your leverage over me?" "You will find out."[/B] Kizan continued to look at his scrolls asSarin pondered what he was speaking of.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Sarin watched as he saw the three vampires ripped apart, his eyes that held the yellow taint that constantly spread and recceded. Always showing that hint that he was infected, always whoing how he was fighting this disease, this plauge that ravaged his body. That sought to do nothing but turn him into a beast that he had slain for so many years. He thought about this mans tranformation, how effortless it looked to changed shape, to take on the form of another, more terrifying and brutal monster. He wondered if the same would happen to him if this infection spread beyond his control. Then, the words of Kizan echoed through his mind. The request for help in order for Sarin to be rid of his corruption. Something he believe he should do, before anything happened to the others, especially Allura. Thats something he could not live with, so, his decision was made right then and there. With none of the others knowing of what he was going to do, he figured he would wait a little while longer. Long enough for them to get more absorbed in what was being presented for them. Carmen was already on this guy, inspecting him closely and asking his questions that seem to be obvious when barely thought about. But, proved to be knowledge none of them had. Allura was skeptical now, her eyes had that look of a possible threat in front of her. She held on to her cards firmly, Sarin gripped the handle of the new blade Carmen hade given to him. The black metal with the red edge that gave his weapon a more fearsome look. A look of a black hole, the look of how nothing could escape its might or the inevitable doom that awaited all who dare get near it. Sarin only had to wait a few more seconds before they started to forget he was there. This worked to his advantage, he quickly and wuietly slipped away. Sticking to the shadows and avoiding anyone who would possibly give him away. As he made his way to the streets, his vision showed less normal colors, instead, it showed him odd shades of red, orange and yellow along with humanoid bodies. He could see the body heat radiating off people, and slightly hear the faint heart beat of any who got close enough. His powers were weak at best right now, but developing into something more. This was something he did like, the enhanced senses made him a more deadly predator amongst the night walkers. Able to sort out whos who and whats what, able to now tell humans from vampires more clearly then before. And much to his surprise, his speed and muscle increase were far more dramatic then he believed, he hardly realized when he was running. The sheer grace and effortless motion he seemed to have made this corrupt powers more attractive. How people could see them more as gifts rather then curses, and if he didn't keep his head, he would become prey to this curse. But, he continued to use his new speed and strength, leaping from the ground on to a roof top and taking off towards the new scent that was filling his nostrils. The tainted scent of a new beast, of the one that had so easily taken him down the first and second time. The being that made Sarin like this, Kizan. The half-breed. Accepted in neither worlds, yet seen has a god in both. Sarin would help him find what he was looking for, and kill him when the time came. Sarin soon came to a kind of fortress yet not quite. A stronghold for the vampire race, the breeding ground for these creatures, the creatures he had hunted for so long. He could feel the cold sensation in his core, the very same feeling he had felt the second time he had encountered Kizan. Coming to a wall, Sarin looked around for any means to climb up it. Seeing none he thought for a several seconds before he just acted, his muscles contracting and extending instantly. Giving him enough force to send him to the top of the wall and enough strength to get down the other side. He stood in a courtyard, mesmerized by his ever growing strength and the unique beauty of this stronghold. Quickly he shook away his awe of the carfully crafted building. And found whatever means to get in, he had to kill a few vampires to gain entrance, but it mattered little to him since they would die eventually. As he entered through the decent sized, wooden door, he caught the scent of more then just Kizan, but of Eden as well. This was overwhelming at the least, he quickly took off, silent yet quick. Passing by many doors and windows to get to where he neede to, making his way to Kizan, and his ever lasting prey and tormentor, Eden.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Jackie Estacado [B] Age:[/B] 22 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Nationality:[/B] Hispanic American [B] Race:[/B] Human [B]Powers:[/B] Jackie?s powers are basically the control of darkness, yet, much more then that at the same time. He can control any shadow or any darkness what so ever, thanks to the powers his father passed down to him known as the Darkness. His powers can create simple tentacles that can be any size and be strong enough to flip cars, to making long tendrils that have gapping mouths, bulging yellow eyes and dagger like teeth. To forming sentient beings, that can think and move independently, but still remain under Jackie?s control. Sadly, the power only works in darkness; any form of light will cause his dark creations to disintegrate into nothing. [B] Appearance:[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/Darkness4.jpg] [I]Jackie Escatado[/I],[/URL] the man on the left, wearing the suit he always does. [B]Medical Defects:[/B] Jackie?s defect is due to his rather, law breaking life, he isn?t necessarily a psychopath, he just lacks emotions or any sort, sort of being a sociopath but not quite, he just doesn?t feel any remorse for killing anyone. [B]Weapons:[/B] Jackie?s weapons vary often, going from a simple 9mm hand gun to an assault rifle fully loaded, or he just uses his dark powers to do their damage, his guns are also used for shooting out any light source around. [B]Background:[/B] Jackie was born into a unique family from the start, partly because of his family heritage of being part of the Franchetti Family mob and the dark powers that became part of him the moment he was born. His mother was well taken care of because of how well off the mob was and he never got to meet his father, he died the very same moment Jackie was born. Which was extremely unusual, but, did little to affect Jackie?s life at all. The mob really didn?t become part of his life until he was 16, when he became a full fledged member and hitman, and for the next 5 years he did pretty much everything he wanted, living his life outside of the law and to the extreme. But, when he turned 21, his powers were awakened and soon he learned about what he had been given at birth. He had been told about how his powers were passed down from father to son (the father dieing the moment the child is conceived.) This explained many things for him, mostly his father death, and his powers also made his job as a hitman far easier but also attract much unwanted attention towards him or people he protects. Which does cause some series hassle in his life, but, he manages to eliminate any threat that comes his way or threatens the lives of the ones he currently protect.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Asavar sat at a tow man table, a small pyramid of empty shot glasses sitting before him and another man who looked like he was getting drunker by the second. Asavar could see it in his droppy eyes and his rather lax posture, he couldn't hear the man over the crowd developing around there little contest. Mere minutes agao it was just him and the fellow across from him who claimed that he could drink anyone under the table, Asavar was not know for shooting down any challenge so, he took it. There was three more shots in front of Asavar and drunk fellow in front of him, but, he knew the man wouldn't make it through the next one. Asavar slowly grabbed one of the shoots and swirled it around lightly, looking at the vortex that developed as he swirled it slowly the ambered colored liquid. He then brought it to his lips and drank it down in one gulp, then brought it back down and placed it upside down on the table. Asavar then leaned back in his chair and grinned at the man, waiting for his opponent to simply pass out right there. The man shakely reached for the glass and slowly brought it close to his face, the man got into his mouth and down his throat. But he didn't last a second longer, he went face first into the table, rattiling all the glasses, and falling off his chair then falling backwards with shot glass still in hand. The crowd of men then became a mix of cheers and dissapointments, Asavar just kept his grin as he sweeped the money off the table and stuffed it away in his pocket. Asavar thens tood up from his seat and pushed through the men and grabbed his spear and shield then procedded to walk outside into the cool air. When he made it outside he took a deep breath and relaxed a little, he placed his shiled on his back and hled his spear with his right hand. He then cricked his neck and made it pop, he then rubbed it with his left hand and started walking. But soon enough, he heard some woman scream about their belongings being stolen he then saw a young man being the hero. He had a little odd creature on his shoulder that seem to be speaking. Asavar quickly shook this off as he watched the culprate run past him and the young hero approching.Asavar held out his arm and stopped the young man, he looked at Asavar and as the little red creature started yelling at him. [B] "How can you just let him get away? He just stole that womans belongings and he's getting away!"[/B] Asavar looked at the little creature, the creature cowered a little. Then Asavar looked the the figure running, he lifted his spear up and took two steps and hurled it straight at the man running with the womans things. He was turning as the spear implaed his left hand to the nearby building and he screamed out in pain. Asavar slowly walked after the man pinned to the wall, Asavar reached him with ina few moments. He then pressed his boot firmly against the mans back and yanked the spear out of his hand. The man screamed again and quickly brought his hand close to his body, he tried to polt again but he got snatched by the scruff of his neck by Asavar and lifted off the ground. Asavar jammed his spear in to the ground and held out his other for the young man to drop the belonging in his hand. He did it reluctantly. Asavar dropped him on the ground and looked at the back pack to make sure nothing had been messed with. The theif took this as an oppurtunity to get back at him for spearing his hand, he snatched the spear and prepared to impale Asavar on it. The young hero with the odd red creature on his shoulder was about to warn him when Asavar reacted. He swiftly stepped oput of his path, and then elbowed him fluidly in the nose, busting it wide open and letting the blood flow freely. The thief was now on the floor supporting himself with his good hand and grasping his now broken nose with his ruined hand. He looked up at Asavar with a hateful look on his face. [B] "Who the bloody hell are you?"[/B] Asavar grabbed his spear and held it firmly and held himself up straight and proud with the spear held away from his body. [B] "I am ex-military. Just means i'm faster, stronger, harder and better then you will ever be, foolish civilian."[/B] Asavar did an about face and walked back to the young hero and the woman, leaving the thief on the floor to bleed. He handed the woman he things back and recieved many thank you's and a hug, he just smiled and said it was nothing. The young hero looked at him with his little red companion on his shoulder. [B] "Who are you?"[/B] Asavar looked to the hero and responded in cool tone. [B] "Asavar Kul, mercanry for hire from Museica."[/B] The young hero raised his eyebrow at him, and the little creature spoke. [B] "How did you end up here from Museica?" "Client confidentiality, basiaclly came here on a job. Whats your name hero?" "My name is Seo Baitos and this little creature here is named Ruby." [/B]Asavar looked over the two, coming back to the little red creature every so often. Trying to figure out what it was.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name[/B]: Asavar Kul [B]Appearance[/B]: [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/Background.jpg] [B]Asavar[/B] [/URL] Asavar wears a vest with the [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/redking.jpg] [B]insignia[/B] [/URL] of his elite unit on the left side and the cloak he keeps close. He doesn?t wear the helmet and has black pants that are semi loose. And his hair is cut short, to keep from getting in his eyes. [B]Age[/B]: 30 [B]Gender[/B]: Male [B]Continent of birth[/B]: Eastern Continent- Museica City [B]Weapon[/B]: Long Spear with a large round shield- Azeroth (spear) & Kratos (shield) [B]Current Job[/B]: Mercenary/ Ex-Elite infantry soldier [B] Personality[/B]: ?The Spartan Warrior? ? Asavar?s life is centralized around discipline, strength, and battle. Taught in the military to never give up, never retreat or surrender regardless of the odds or numbers. That death in battle was the most glorious thing ever. And even though those beliefs are deeply rooted into his system and forever part of him, he does like to live a rather simple life when he can, to relax and enjoy the world around him. Until he enters a fierce battle that is, where his military days rise in him and brings forth a brutal and relentless monster that seems to be able to battle for days on end with no rest or food or water, this is what make those, who know of him, fear him and respect him at the same time. [B] History[/B]: Asavar was born into the military and they take there military very seriously. About 7 years after he was born he was taken from his family and sent through intensive training. Along with schooling, in a different form, where they were taught physical exercises, along the lines of exercises that insure flexibility and produce maximum strength for the age. When he turned about 12, he was given a single piece of cloth, big enough to cover from his waist down to about midway of his thigh. He was only allowed to use that cloth for every season, from spring to winter, to see who the true warriors of the children were. They even were told to go out into the wild by themselves and survive with no tools, only their bare hands and their determination. They were sent through trials of becoming resistant against pain (sometimes sever pain). Deprived them of food, water and rest to continue to weed out the weaklings of the army. Then as he turned into his late teens to early twenties they are then put into the armed forces where they are assigned to a unit of about 15 to 20 men, where they are then made to stay together. They sleep in the same barracks; eat means together, fight side by side, and all go through the same grueling training. And at this point, they were at full physical performance, the best of the best. The most experienced and powerful warriors around. But, only a few are hand picked to be the elites of the military, to be the prized possession of the Museica military. Only 30 of them were picked, and Asavar was one of those few at the age of 25. From that point on, he and the rest of the unit were the first into battle and the last to leave. And they were the most feared and brutal of the Museica military. When Asavar turned 29, he left the Museica military, having seen his fair share of blood and death and enough scars and marks on his body to show his several years of service. But these days, he serves the people directly. [B]Abilities and spells[/B]: [U][I]Azeroth Sorvinos[/I][/U]: Asavar uses his spear and thrusts it into and enemy with incredible strength and speed that makes the wind around it condense dramatically, which makes a wind spear that can cause enough damage to make an opponent wary. [U] [I]Kratos Corvinus[/I][/U]: Asavar uses his shield like giant discus, throwing it with all this strength at an enemy or obstacle, the force of this round object can be strong enough to cut a tree in half, or take off a mans head cleanly. [U][I]Azeroth Astranos[/I][/U]: Asavar uses his spear in a swinging motion, swinging it swiftly to create and air wave that can push a dozen men back about 50 yards and possibly stun them for about 5 seconds. [B]Gigantic Ability[/B]: [U] [I]Azeroth Kratos Usona Contravous[/I][/U]: Asavar uses his spear and shield in unison, using the spear like in his firs move, and hold his shield properly but also propelling it forward and high speeds, he uses all the force in his body that he can summon to break the sound barrier and condense the air to nearly intolerable levels. The energy build up that follows him booms out in all directions and can rip men to shreds if within a 50 to 80 yard proximity. Anyone further than that can suffer form sever loss of hearing and hard kick to the body that can damage many vital organs.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]OOC: Hope this is good, looks like and interesting RPG[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Sarin let a small grin creep across his face, and then made it vanish as quickly as it came. He then walked over to Allura, walking with a sort of grace that only a blade seemed to maintain even in the heat of battle and possible death. He stopped about a foot away from her and took a deep breath of the cold night air, letting it rush through his lungs and refresh his body. As he inhaled, he smelled many things; many things that were something he wouldn't normally smell or even know were out there. He smelt the scent of the grass, of flowers unseen by human eyes, the smell or concrete and steel. Hundreds of scents swarmed him as he had never known, but the most intoxicating of them all was the smell of Allura. The one scent that over powered them all. As the scent coursed through his nostrils and his lungs, he began to remember all the times him and her spent working together. How many monsters had fallen to their blades, to their eloquence and grace. How they had eliminated hundreds of creatures of the night with very little effort, with just the blades the held. And now, his most prized weapon, the blade that gave him the nickname of the Bamboo blade. Had been shattered in one swing, by a creature that had not bested him once, but twice. The both times he narrowly escaped, the first time was by him fleeing and receiving a mere scratch on his back that seemed to not want to heal. In fact, it continued to get worse as time went on. And the second encounter almost cost him the one of the only friends he had. As Sarin stood before Allura, smelling the sweet scent radiating off her person, the mark on his back, the one from Kizan. Began to flare and burn and spread, the sheer burn of it was enough to bring ordinary men down, but the pain that pulsed through his body like a heartbeat was even more crippling then the burn. But, he remained standing, holding himself high and giving off the appearance that he was perfectly fine. Soon, Allura began to speak, but the words were very muffled a vague to Sarin. The rhythmic sound of the infection spreading through his body blocked most of her words, to the point where he could no longer hear anything but the poisonous heartbeat. And soon enough, his body gave way to the pain and poison and he crumbled to the ground. Allura rushing over to catch him before he hit face first into the dirt, she managed to save him from the crash and lay him down, sitting him up right. Sarin placed a hand on her shoulder and looked up at her with his light brown eyes, and she saw something that showed what was wrong, she saw a yellow tinge in the middle that seemed to try and spread across the whole iris. As if something was trying to take over from the inside, but was failing to take full control. Sarin began to speak through his teeth. [B]"My back.... the mark on my back, it burns Allura."[/B] Allura reached into her pouch and pulled out a card, she went around behind him and cut open the back of his shirt then tore it open. She saw grotesque mark on his back, it had turned black with a hint of vile green in it. The spider like veins from earlier and thickened and looked to be vines spreading through him, all had a vile green and puttered black color that made Allura a little sick to her stomach. Allura spoke this time. [B]"What happened? How did you come scross such a wound and survive?"[/B] Sarin gritted his teeth and breathed deeply trying to get the words out while still fighting the infection. [B]"I, met Kizan once before. I was tracking Eden again, and instead found a vampire feeding ground." [/B] Sarins breathing started to get heavier and more labored, but he continued to speak. [B]"So, knowing me, I went in, planning to slay them all. But, I soon found someone had already done that for me. The vampires had been torn apart and drained dry, I came across Kizan then. Feasting on another vampire, ripping it to shreds just for pure pleasuer. I tried to get the jump on him, he was too quick, too quiet for me. He vanished in front of my eyes and managed to lay a claw on me. It seemed like thats all he wanted to do, he just toyed with me. Until I finally found a moment where I could vanish."[/B] Sarin gripped his chest, the black and green veins spreading slowly, the yellow tinge still trying to spread while being held at bay. Allura spoke to him quickly. [B]"I'm going to get Carmen, I'll be right back."[/B] She was about to take off when Sarin grapped her arm, she looked at and saw something odd and terrifying at the same time. She could see the nearly see through scales on hs arm, spreading up to his hand, Sarins voice took on a more aggressive nature. [B]"No, not yet. I need to finish what I was saying. That man, the one named Dean, I could smell him. The wretched smell of a pureblood, his scent was toxic enough to poison even a humans dull senses. But, my senses aren't human anymore. I can see so much now, I can hear new sounds, smell new scents and feel movement through the ground. I have to get back on topic, I need you to make a promise Allura. A promise only you can successfully keep."[/B] Allura looked deep into his eyes, the yellow tinge slowly being pushed back into the darkness of Sarins pupil. She listened intently. [B]"If this infection, this disease, whatever you want to call it, gets out of control and I no longer am myself. I want you to end it all, I want you kill me. Understand?"[/B] Sarin said through labored breathes. Allura stared at him wide eyed, pondering the response should could possibley give her oldest friend and companion. [/SIZE] [COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]OOC: I pass this on to you Knuckles girl.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1]Asavar saw allt he events that had unfolded on the few students that had particiapted in this event, he watched as Kristos dominated that pathetic bully and how Leon had stopped him from doing what he was gonna do. He saw how he had stood up to him, spoke to him like the solider he was gonna end up being, the soliders they all were gonna end up being. He also noticed Alex Glesen, a rather shy and timid young man who would probably be a greta fighter if he could tap his inner potential. He stood up from his crouch position and then made his down the hallway to Leons room, he rapped lightly on the door and entered. He then sat to one of his sides, out of his field of vision. He spoke in a low, yet gentle tone to Leon. [B] "That was a rather brave thing Leon. Standing up to Kristos with unwaining courage, its an admirable trait."[/B] Leon turned to look at him, then back out the window. He spoke as he continued to gaze outside. [B] "Not really, its just what should have been done. I'm suprise you didn't jump into the fight and try to stop him, or try to fight him. Knowing your rather outrages behavior when it comes to battle." [/B]Leon knew nothing of Asavars problem, but Asavar understood what he meant. He always got caught up in any battle that ensued around him, wheather it had already happened or was happening right before his eyes. He grinned and Leaon spoke again, still straing out. [B] "And I'm sure if you had that lance of yours you would have taken him on fearlessly."[/B] Asavars grin grew a bit and he chuckled to himself, he looked to Leon and spoke. "Doesn't matter what I would do, I just do what I have been trained to do. I see battle I persue it and finish it, and if I did have my lance i'm sure a much dark side of me would have taken over and seen me through the fight. But, doesn't matter what could of happened, all that matters is what did happen." Asavar stood up and patted his friend on the shoulder, then disappeared into the hallway and walked towards his own room. He was pumped up and need to get rid of his adrenaline, so, he grabbed his lance and walked quickly down the hallway to the training yard. He entered the training yard and quickly found a spot to himself, he then stod straight, his feet spread apart just a little, and his lance held out to his side. He then closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose, the voices in his head talking out loud to him. Trying to break his concentration so one of them could break through his mental barrier and take control. He ignored them, kept his walls up and fortified them. He then lifted the tip of his lance off the ground and began to swing it elegantly, not trying to power house his swipes and lunges and swings, but jsut trying to get a good flow. While still steadily increasing the speed of each movement, slowly making his moves more complicated then just swinging it. Spinning it slightly, then the spinning grew more fast paced and violent, but still maintaining its elegance and fluidity. Like seeing a panther stalking its prey, keeping its grace and beauty while still showing the power and violence behind its eyes. His moves then started to institue his body movements along with his swirling and twirling blades, moving swiftly and effortlessly while keeping his lance moving and never letting his eyes move unnecessarily. He was slowly being consumed by his training, falling deeper and deeper into a trance like state where all that existed was him and his lance. Nothing else. Where he could move freely and bend all sorts of ways, bending backwards and landing on one hand with his lance held out then coming back to his feet, landing softly like a cat and quickly swinging and spinning his lance. He lost himself in the moment, the beauty of mixinf two forms of exercise together helped his fighting style. Making him a much better killer when the time came, his unusual flexability, mixed with his swift and proficent use of his lance made him a torrant of power and speed. After a while of his fluid moving and twirling of his lance, he came bakc to reality. He was sweating, and breathing hard, he noticed it was dark and looked for a clock quickly. He saw it was about 7:11, he used his arm to wipe the sweat from his brow then walked back inside, he was mighty hungry and wanted to eat quick. He strapped his lance across his back, and procceded down the hallway, the cool air from the hallways relax him and made him feel better. The cold air mixing with his sweat sent a comforting chill down his spine, he closed his eyes and forgot where he was when he bummped into another student. He looked quickly and saw a very familar person, Alex Glesen. He smiled as Alex looked down and started to apologize for running into him. Asavar smiled and flipped his black hair back, he patted Alex on the shoulder and spoke to him. [B] "Relax, its not your fault, I was the one not paying attention."[/B] Alex looked up for a moment and saw the shine come off the tip of his lance then quickly looked back down. Asavar raised an eye brow, but dismissed it and turned Alex around. [B] "Lets head to the cafeteria, i'm sure you are hungry. I know I am, and it never hurts to make a new friend."[/B] Asavar started pushing him in the direction of the cafeteria, ready to eat, and see what was on the mind of this shhy little student.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1] OOC: hope this is fine with you Lionheart and DoubleHex[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name[/B]: Asavar Kul [B]Age[/B]: 18 [B]Student Template[/B]: Free Spot- the Selfless Mercenary [B]Weapon[/B]: Lance- Asavars lance is unqiue in the sens that it is not a one sided weapon, instead, it has a blade on each side. Both curve but in different directions so if he was to use it in a spinning motion he could do more damage. The blades also extend to about a foot and a half with a serrated edge where the blade isn't. This alone gives his weapon a more intimidating and menacing look, while also proving to be a rather gruesome means of mutalating his opponent. [B] School of magic[/B]: Blue Magic [B] Minored school of magic[/B]: Elemental (Wind) [B]Abilities/Spells[/B]: [COLOR=Blue]Focus[/COLOR]: Asavar has 50% chance of learning a new spell from the enemy, and since he majors in Blue Magic he can then use it as soon as he gets it. [COLOR=DarkGreen]Wind Burst[/COLOR]: Asavar can summon the wind to his body then forces it to explode outward at a fast rate in every direction, in a spherical kind of shape. [B] Personality[/B]: Asavar is exactly as his template suggest, he is selfless and rather heroic in a sense. But he is also very self-centered, arrogant, and sadistic he is sort of a living conflict. And he always seems to have an internal war with himself when it comes to truly consequential decisions. So, sometimes the wars seem like they will go on for an eternity in his mind, but really take only a split second for him to act. When he is around others he tries to keep himself under control, not letting his heroic side or his malicious side has control at all. He tries to keep himself neutral and indifferent, dispassionate from the rest of the school and the people in it. He also tries to keep a serious face and lets none he knows in on his little split personality. But, Asavar is not perfect and doesn't always have full control on his personality change. If one of the extremes manages to break through his mental defenses it is very noticable and rather unsetteling how quickly he changes. If his heroric side breaks through, then Asavar is very outgoing and very kind and gentlemen like. Always acting polite and curtious to all around him. But, if the other side breaks through, he becomes anti-social, cruel, cold, unforgiving, and sadistic. Thinking only of how to cause others pain for his pleasuer and fun and is very war based in his thoughts. There are also times where he has arguments with himself, out loud and clear for anyone to see. In the end, his mediator side always ends up with control. [B]Physical appearance [/B]: [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/Darkness4.jpg] [U][I]Asavar Kul[/I][/U]. [/url] [B]What does he/she look like without the uniform[/B] : [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/markcopy.jpg] [U][I]Asavar's normal attire[/I][/U]. [/url] [B] Character Snippet[/B]: Good to see this up again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Sarin watched as Allura walked away, looking at her in a new sense but quickly shaking himself off and going back to his duty as in keeping his eyes a head of him and watching out for any enemies that might try to sneak up on them. He gripped his blade handle tightly as a cold feeling started to slither it way deep into his very core, he could feel something close by. He slowly turned in a full circle, looking for where the feeling was coming from, then soon looked up too see a figure standing above them with a thick liquid dripping from his sinister grin. Sarin's eyes widened as he released the whole sheath and pointed at him with his bamboo sheath, every looked up with him as he gripped the sheath so hard that his knuckles turned white. Sarin?s face hardened as he exposed his teeth to the creature standing in the rafters. He whispered only loud enough for the creature to hear him. [B] "You...."[/B] The creatures grin turned into a full blown sinister and hungry smile, his armor glinting in the moon light. Everyone that looked up at this new monster was in shock and awe at how it had managed to sneak up on all of them and remain undetected, and then someone in the group gasped as they realized they were missing some people. The creatures smile grew into until it couldn?t contain itself and gave a deep throated laugh, it stared Sarin dead in the eyes as its teeth and armor glinted and the blood slowly stopped dripping from its mouth. Sarin could see the lust for blood and carnage in its eyes, the horrible being of something that was older then anyone on this earth and had a knowledge that surpassed anyone. Sarin was drawn so deeply into its eyes that he barely heard the crash glass and the roars of vampires. The Sarin had to look away from the creature and drawn his perfect blade, the silence of it from pulling from the bamboo and the light clatter of it hitting the floor as he held it ready for the encroaching vampires. He could hear the screams of some of the party, the ones that weren?t lucky enough to hear them coming, Allura wasn?t one of them. She was just as quick as Sarin in pulling her blade and holding several cards in her hand. Carmen had the UV light on full blast and was unloading rounds into any near by creature. Kredion was using his staff effectively and striking at any night dwelling monster coming for him or sneaking up on others of the party. But, what he had failed to realize was, they were all that was left of there group, the rest had been massacred quickly and effortlessly. The only one left was the other priest with the cross drawn, Kredion stayed close to him. Sarin struck out at the first creature that crossed his path, swiftly and fluidly swinging his blade with one hand. He cut diagonally across the monster and then used his sword to bring his sheath up, flipping it into the air. A vampire lunged at him as it was falling into his hand. Sarin smashed down the vampire with the sheath, sending the abdominal monster to the floor and then sent his sword through the creatures back, passing through its heart. He then pulled the sword toward him and it sliced through the vampire neck and head, He swiftly spun and cut another?s head of cleanly, so cleanly that the vampire didn?t realize it was dead until Sarin pushed him over with the sheath. Sarin at this point, along with everyone else, had forgotten about the Beast above them who continued to watch as the battle ensued, how his attention was changing from Sarin, to Carmen, to Kredion, to the priest he was protecting, and finally to Allura. That is where his gazed settled the longest; he was entranced by her swift and effortless movements, and how she eliminated the vampires with such ease and finesse that he had to keep watching. He had never seen such a human fight with such intensity and ability, let alone a female fight like that. He started to drift on the rafters, changing his mind from going for the priest, to going for her. He started to walk towards her in the rafters, gracefully and silently, like a ghost with the moons shine giving him a greater glow and look of mist. Sarin was cutting another creature down, sending it back to where he believed it belong, as he barely noticed it move across the darkness and over Allura. Sarin?s eyes opened wide with fear for her, then narrowed and focused on the beast as his anger rose in him. He screamed at the shadow that slowly worked his way down to the floor and to Allura. [B] ?Don?t touch her!?[/B] Allura?s attention changed as she killed another monster and looked to him, Sarin was focusing on the creature coming up from behind her. Carmen had heard the scream from Sarin and looked to him, then looked in the direction of where he was looking. Kredion then looked as well; the priest that had lasted the time looked as well, a mistake on his part. The moment he let his attention focus somewhere else, a vampire came up behind him from the shadows and grabbed his shoulders, sinking his fangs into the priest?s neck and pulled him into the shadow. The priest screamed as he was dragged into the darkness. Kredion turned swiftly to see he was gone and slew a vampire in anger of losing the other priest. Carmen unloaded more rounds into approaching vampires; Sarin killed another vampire with the same fluidity as the previous ones. But, he was moving now, getting every closer to Allura and the monster that was only a step away from her. Allura turned to see the beast and struck out with one of her cards, the card just nicked it and he continued to come at her. She then struck out with her blade and he brought his claws up, holding the blade back with barely any strength. He then used the other hand to push at her abdomen, sending her flying back and into some crates, Sarin bolted at the beast. Swinging the blade with more ferocity then fluidity and went straight for him, barreling through any creature that crossed his path. Trying to get to the one that had toyed with him before, just as he reached him he was in mid swing on his blade. He brought it down with all his strength, right down on its shoulder; the creature didn?t even flinch as his blade came in contact with its armor and shattered into a million pieces. Sarin came all the way down and his eyes stared at the blade as he fell to the floor onto his knees, holding his shattered blade in both hands. Staring at it as he started to shake lightly, he then looked up at the beast, his bamboo handle still clenched tightly in his hands. The creature grinned and let out a deep throated laugh, Sarin spoke to the beats through his teeth. [B] ?Who and what are you?? [/B]He said with such anger and pain in his voice, the creature leaned down and whispered into his ear. [B] ?I am Kizan, and I am the last of my kind.?[/B] He then stood up and Sarin looked into this sinister eyes as a fist came down and hit him in the face, sending him down, then a foot bring him back up into the air right in front of Kizan. He then spun around lighting fast and kicked Sarin in the chest sending him through the air and into the crates behind Allura. Carmen saw both of his friend get pummeled like they were nothing but mere toys, he also witnessed Sarin?s sword shattering in front of his eyes. He cocked his gun and started loading rounds off at the creature while blowing away as many vampires as possible. The shells shocked the creature a little, enough to get its attention and started moving towards him, Carmen screamed as he continued to load out shells. Kizan pushed the gun away and crushed his fist against Carmen?s stomach, forcing him to double over. He then brought his knee up and smashed it right in his face, Carmen?s head snapped back and he started to go down when Kizan grabbed the back of his shirt and twirled him around and threw him like a pebble into a wall. Carmen fell form the wall and lay on the floor almost like he was dead. Kredion was the only left awake; Kizan didn?t have to move since Kredion?s young spirit made him charge Kizan. Despite his better judgment, Kizan caught his staff, right as it was coming down on his head. Kizan simple tore the staff from his hands and threw it aside, then grabbed the young priest by his collar and lifted him up off the ground. Kizan brought him close to his face and took a deep breath through his nose, taking in the smell of the teenager and seeing if he was worth draining dry. He growled lightly as he looked into the young mans eyes, and spoke to him in his menacing voice that seemed to leak evil and impurity from his very mouth. [B] ?You are not worth drinking, to young, not yet ripe enough.? [/B]He smiled as Kredion did his best to keep from showing his feeling of pure terror and kept from breaking down. Kizan then tossed him aside, like he was a rag doll, Kredion hit the ground hard, bouncing up lightly then sliding across the ground. Kizan was about to make his way to the others, but he heard the vampires hissing and looked into the sky, he saw how it was slowly starting to brighten up. He growled under his breath and ordered for them to leave, the vampires quickly evacuated and Kizan followed behind them. Looking at the group that not lay on the floor, bleeding and broken. He smiled once more in his sinister way and disappeared into the darkness. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Sarin was on his third drink when the meeting had ended and Carmen had come and seated himself next to Sarin, asking him about his hunt, Sarin was about to tell Carmen about how miserable the hunt has been and that he was gonna need his help once more to hunt down his particular prey. And that he had a rather strange encounter with a unseen race of night dwelling creatures. That was what he was going to say until he heard the voice of some foolish teenager ranting about being the best blade, and how his friends tried to set him straight. Then, he heard the peculiar sound of a special weapon thudding agaisnt the table and causing the boys to jump, Sarin gripped his bamboo staff and rubbed his thumb across the nearly invisible line and turned in his seat to look at the face of a new, familiar voice. He instantly knew who it was when he saw the card being flipped between her fingers, he grinned lightly and watched as the boys ran out of the tavern. He then spoke to her, still gripping his staff. [B] "Allura Jackson. Must you always do that to the younger ones?"[/B] Allura turned around and walked over to him, a smile was already on her face as she was turning around, the smile only grew as she saw Sarin, she spoke to him in a rather soft voice. [B] "Hello Sarin, good to see you as well."[/B] She wrapped her arms around him as he wrapped his around her and squeezed her, they released each other and Sarin turned towards Carmen. [B] "You remember Carmen, He has helped both fo us on several hunts and i'm pretty sure he is going to ask for ours." [/B]Allura reached out and shook his hand warmly, with a smile still on her face, Carmen returned the favor then sat back in his chair as he was about to say soemthing when his attention suddenly turned distant and he got up, telling them he would be right back. He then quickly took off and left Sarin and Allura waiting. Sarin rubbed at a rather annoying under his shirt, it burned lightly then subsided. A few moments later, Carmen returned with a young man, far younger then himself. He must have been a teenager at best, but, he had this rather unsetteling aura to him that didn't feel good to Sarin. Carmen introduced both Blades to this young man, the young man speaking up after he finished. [B] "Hello, I am Kredion. I'm a priest."[/B] He reached out his hand, Sarin reached as well but suddenly felt ill when he drew to close to him. So he retracted his hand and just nodded his head at him. Allura, looked at Sarin oddly for a moment then looked back to the boy and grasped his hand and shook it firmly. She glanced at Sarin one more time then set her gaze on the young priest. Carmen noticed this as well and moved to Sarins side, he then leaned into Sarin, talking into his ear. [B] "Is something the matter with our new friend here? I know you don't like to work with many, if any, people but we need to work together."[/B] Sarin took a moment to find the words, then spoke to him. [B] "Its not that, theres just something weird going on. Being near him makes me sick. I need to speak to you privately."[/B] Carmen nodded, he looked around a bit and tugged on his sleeve and pointed to a door leading to a back room. Sarin nodded and both of them stood up, Sarin touched Alluras shoulder and she looked at him. [B] "Me and Carmen will be right back, we have matters to discuss. And none of your sneaking into our conversation. I know how quiet and quick you are, just get to know Kredion here. We'll be back."[/B] Sarin and Carmen took off to the back room, passing by people quickly and entering the back room with in a few moments. Sarin entered first and Carmen followed, closing the door behind him as Sarin checked the room for anyone hiding. He found no one and turned to Carmen. [B] "So what is it that you need to tell me?"[/B] Sarin looked around one more time with his eyes before speaking, then looked to Carmen and began his tale. [B] "A few days ago, I came across a different species of a werebeast. And this bastered was wicked fast. Fast and silent. He almost got me, but I managed to fend him off and escape, regretable."[/B] Carmen started pondering this, then spoke after a few seconds. [B] "Is there anything else of importance you need to tell me." "Yeah, the creature got me. Right across my back, nothing deep or lethal just a scrap. But it hurts like i've been cut open deep."[/B] Carmen raised an eyebrow and let out hm as he scratched his chin. [B] "Let me see it."[/B] Sarin pulled off his coat then pulled his shirt off, revealing many, many scars across his body. He then turned around, showing the worst of his scars, and the scratch across his back, it went from his left shoulder to his ribs on the right side. Carmen approched and touchd it, Sarin flinched lightly then remained still as Carmen examined the cut carfully tracing it with his index finger and checking to make sure it wasn't deep. The cut was a few days old but was still bright red and had odd spiderweb like lines coming out of the cut. Carmen examined the mark a few moments longer then back away, Sarin put his shirt back on then picked up his coat and slid the sleeves back on. Carmen scratched the top of his head then sighed. [B] "I'm not sure what to make of it. This is odd, lets just wait another day or so and we'll see how it goes. If it starts to react weird again, then we'll have someone proficient with werebeasts."[/B] Sarin nodded and they then headed out of the room. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Sarin Sovereign [B]Race: [/B]Human [B]Age:[/B] 30 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B] Class: [/B]Blade [B] Personality:[/B] He is reserved and rather serene, he doesn?t let things bother him that would bother others; he doesn?t act out wildly and doesn?t jump into a fight when it becomes present, but, instead, he waits and watches. Observing his surroundings and the present threat, and when he does attack, he does it swiftly and flawlessly, taking down any prey in usually one fluid strike. But, there have been brief instances where a rather aggressive and animalistic side has taken control and slaughtered before, these are very rare occurrences. But when they happen, they can have a devastating effect on anyone who crosses his bloodied path [B] Appearance:[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/TsubasaIIcopy.jpg] [I]S[B]arin is the one on the right[/B].[/I][/URL] Sarin has a wide variety of scars on his body, most of them are from his frequent encounters with Eden. He also has a tattoo on his right shoulder area, called the [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/redking.jpg] [I][B]Red King[/B][/I][/url]. The symbol is an ancient sign for power and fire, he also views it as his birth symbol, something that will protect him. [B] Weapon:[/B] Sarin carries a normal katana on his waist. A momentum that his father, a previous blade, gave to him when he successfully survived his blade training, and the second weapon he carries is his trade mark weapon, a long slender piece of bamboo that is about 4 ½ feet long and is perfectly polished, the wood doesn?t look a day old and appears to be nothing but a simple bamboo stick. But that?s where the real surprise comes from, near the top, about 8 inches from the very top, is a nearly invisible line across the perfectly shaped stick. And if the pieces are pulled apart, its exposes a space in the wood where his prized sword is held, this weapon he customized three years after he passed the blade trials. He personally enjoys this weapon because of its discreet nature and it?s perfectly crafted blade that has survived hundreds of thousands of slayings and murders of creatures of the night. When he isn?t using the blade, he uses the stick as a staff, since the blade is in the bamboo so tightly it requires a bit of force to pull it out. Bio: Sarins life was not normal, not even in the least. From the very moment he was born, the very moment his fmaily knew he was coming, his father had plans already set up for him. The moment Sarin could walk longer then 6 seconds, his father started to give him puzzles and toys that would work on the part of the brain that required good hand eye coordination and developing muscle early on. When Sarin had reached the age of 6, his father saw him fit to start practicing with a sword and work on becoming a Blade. Since Sarin was already stronger and more coordinated then almost all children his age, so, this gave him an advantage when it came to hold his first bladed weapon. It was a dagger, but still something special for a child to start with considering his age. It only took him a few weeks to get use to the blade and already be skilled with such a close quarters weapon, his father saw how he took to it so well and decided to give him a larger weapon, this time, a broadsword. This particular weapon took Sarin quite a bit longer to master and perfect, it took about 3 years, mostly because he was only 6 at the time he started and was more inetersted in playing then learning. But, regardless, he eventully masted the boradsword and his father progressively moved him up weapons, while still giving him tests along the way. Half of these tests consisted of how well he had mastered his new blade, the other half was a combination of puzzles, to keep his mind sharp and open to any possible solution, and tests that gradually heightened his reflex time. At age 16, Sarin was introduced to the rest of the blades that were his age, and as he discovered, there were quite a bit of them as trainees, but hardly any trainers or veteran Blades around to share in there experience. At this time, Sarin didn't think much of it and just continued with his training, making himself stronger and faster, and better with his blade skills. His goal, that was his fathers, was to be the best, to be faster and stronger then any creature of the night could dare to keep up with. He also desired to be one of the most feared amongt the Blades, he wanted all the night dwellers to run when he made his presence known to them. So, he continue to train, until of course he came across a female Blade, her name was Allura and she fasinated Sarin because of her impressive skill and her unique deck of cards. But, he never talked to her, always to busy in his studies and training. Then when he turned about 20 or so, he went through the Blade trials, those were some of the most grueling and intense trials of his lifetime, so many things had been thrown his way and so many hazardous were presented before him. The training he had been working so hard on for so many years was just enough to keep him alive in the trials, he was one of the few that prevailed. When he had finished the trials, he now realized why only a few blades every made it to adulthood. He wasn't sure what had become of Allura after those trials, or even if she survived, until that day he found her in a bar hunting vampires. He moved on having a feeling that he would see her again. After he had finished with the trials, his father was striken ill and was given only about a month to live, his mother had passed away about three years earlier. On his fathers death bed, he gave Sarin his Katana, the weapon he had used from the day he became a blade. A sword his father had crafted to be perfectly balanced, Sarin used this weapon for his first kill. But, as he found, the weapon was crafted for perfect balance, but that was for his father. The sword also made him feel uncomfortable since it had his fathers soul in it (Not literally) and not his own.So, after some more attempts to get comfortable with the blade, he ended up crafting his unique blade, the blade placed into the bamboo. To many he became known as the Bamboo Blade, only because of his trade mark sword and that it was the last thing you saw as he took your head off. Several years of slaying and killing creatures of the night, he came across one that was more then a challenge, and that was the Elder vampire Eden. All the creatures he had killed in the past had never been able to get as close as she did. She got close enough to almost sink her fangs into his neck, and she has left several marks on him. Scarring his body in several places, but, he's gotten her back. Leaving his mark enough times on her to certainly make her cautions of him from now on. And still, to this day, he hunts her, always hunting the one that got away. The way that got close enough to turn him, the one that left her mark on him, the mark of the vampiress Eden. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Jackie Estacado [B] Age:[/B] 22 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Nationality:[/B] Hispanic American [B] Race:[/B] Human [B]Powers:[/B] Jackie?s powers are basically the control of darkness, yet, much more then that at the same time. He can control any shadow or any darkness what so ever, thanks to the powers his father passed down to him known as the Darkness. His powers can create simple tentacles that can be any size and be strong enough to flip cars, to making long tendrils that have gapping mouths, bulging yellow eyes and dagger like teeth. To forming sentient beings, that can think and move independently, but still remain under Jackie?s control. Sadly, the power only works in darkness; any form of light will cause his dark creations to disintegrate into nothing. [B] Appearance:[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/Darkness4.jpg] [I]Jackie Escatado[/I],[/URL] the man on the left, wearing the suit he always does. [B]Medical Defects:[/B] Jackie?s defect is due to his rather, law breaking life, he isn?t necessarily a psychopath, he just lacks emotions or any sort, sort of being a sociopath but not quite, he just doesn?t feel any remorse for killing anyone. [B]Weapons:[/B] Jackie?s weapons vary often, going from a simple 9mm hand gun to an assault rifle fully loaded, or he just uses his dark powers to do their damage, his guns are also used for shooting out any light source around. [B]Background:[/B] Jackie was born into a unique family from the start, partly because of his family heritage of being part of the Franchetti Family mob and the dark powers that became part of him the moment he was born. His mother was well taken care of because of how well off the mob was and he never got to meet his father, he died the very same moment Jackie was born. Which was extremely unusual, but, did little to affect Jackie?s life at all. The mob really didn?t become part of his life until he was 16, when he became a full fledged member and hitman, and for the next 5 years he did pretty much everything he wanted, living his life outside of the law and to the extreme. But, when he turned 21, his powers were awakened and soon he learned about what he had been given at birth. He had been told about how his powers were passed down from father to son (the father dieing the moment the child is conceived.) This explained many things for him, mostly his father death, and his powers also made his job as a hitman far easier but also attract much unwanted attention towards him or people he protects. Which does cause some series hassle in his life, but, he manages to eliminate any threat that comes his way or threatens the lives of the ones he currently protect.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]The sun was high in the sky as a single man walked slowly through the dense forest, his quarter staff held out in front of him. Using it as a kind of walking staff, his hood drawn over his head as it shadowed over his eyes, his other arm remained under the cloack as his sword swayed and lightly tapped against his leg. His dark brown eyes focused ahead of him as he continued on his path, the hair on his face and small dropplets of the morning dew. Allanon had been trucking through these wods for the past few days, not because he chose to, he would have rather stayed on his orignial route. He only changed because his deity had sent him a sign, showing him that he should change his direction. Allanon despised the fact that Adune would never confront him personally, not like that first time, he would just send signs and people who would momentarily would be his voice. A random stranger being Adunes voice was awkward some times, Adune wasn't to picky about who represented him on this planet, so it always was a bit of a surprise when someone would speak to him. Allanon thought to himself the entire way to where ever he was being sent to, he wasn't sure what Adune wanted him to do or what the purpose of changing course was, but he followed regadless. He trusted Adune enough to let him choose his path when he desired. Allanon kept his gaze forward, shifting his eyes occasionally ever few second to make sure no one was going to try and get the jump on him. After a few minutes of walking, he heard panting. He instanly took cover and looked around to see what the panting was, two elves, both obviously from different part of the elven race, but still elves. He watched as both the wood elf and the dark elf fought with impressive skill and ability, Allanon knew in close combat he could take them both out, but as he watched he could see the wood elf perform different illusion and tricks on the other. And Allanon had a feeling the dark elf could do magic too if he could continue to fight someone using. Allanon considered his options, his current path had lead him straight to them and now he was faced with a rather difficult dilema. He could either intervene, stop the fight then pass through and try to get away, or he could just find a way around them. Both were simple, yet difficult at the same time. The first option had its obvious difficulties, he could be meddiling in some lover quarrel or he could die in the process of getting through. The other was that, he could be passing up a potential ally in either of them. He was obviously suppose to go this way, it was just his choice in what action to take. And he wasn't much for taking the easy way around anything, he held his quarterstaff tightly in his hands. He had made his decision, he quickly passed through the shadows manuvering his way around the two fighters. Soon enough he passed right around them, neither of them knowing anyone else was even there, both still caught up in the battle. In a matter of second, he was around them and continuing on his way, keeping his eyes set forward as the sounds of battle faded behind him.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]OOC: Sorry about short post, got to be somewhere.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Allanon U?rash [B]Age:[/B] 37 [B] Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/Allanon.jpg] Allanon [/URL] But he doesn?t have the horn or the bow and quiver on his back. He also has a dark forest cloak and a broad hood to cover his whole head from the rain. [B]Race:[/B] Human [B]Alignment:[/B] Chaotic Neutral [B]Profession:[/B] Weapons master/ Wilderness Survivalist [B] Weapon:[/B] Allanons weapons vary depending on the circumstances, such as where he is, what would be useful, what is on him and, in desperate situations, what he could craft from his environment. He usually carries a black quarter staff; it is made from black oak and polished perfectly both sides are rounded and has a long spiral design going from end to end. He also carries a broad sword that has a very sturdy handle and has a special, hardly noticeable, latch on it that can be released with one fluid thumb movement, once the latch is released the sword then splits into two separate sword, makes him that much more effective in combat and good for multiple enemies. He carries one more weapon, a knife called Stiehl. This single bladed weapon as a lot of rumors floating around it, one rumor is it was created in the magic of old and has untapped potential, other rumors state that the blade can kill anything that it comes in contact with, more say that it can cut through any material known to the races. Allanon has yet to find it can do more then prove to be an effective concealed weapon, but, people still fear the power it is supposedly suppose to have. [B]Deity: [/B]Adune, God of Truth and Honor. It is unusual for someone of Allanons alignment to make a pact with such a law restricted God, but he doesn?t see it as oddly as others do. He sees it as a way to accomplish what he wants, and he and Adune do follow the same basic principles, both believe truth is vital while maintaining a sense of honor. Though, Allanon values truth and honor in a different sense then his deity, to bind them together, Adune gave Allanon the knowledge he needed to be his profession. [B] Background: [/B]Allanon is a rather interesting person, his life was pretty normal; he didn?t hunger for war or for blood. He didn?t thirst for conquest of the world and didn?t have much care or views on the Deities of his life; they did nothing for him and did nothing to prove their existence to him. So, he lived on, working like any regular person, taking odd jobs to pay for the food he consumed and saved some to eventually own a home. While he was doing on of his odd jobs of working at a rather fancy and ?sophisticated? restaurant, he spotted a woman that he still can never forget, for more then just her looks. The woman changed his life from that day, everyday he would try to get work in the same restaurant just so he could see her once more. And everyday he worked there she was there, eating lunch or meeting with another he would stare at her for a few moments each day and looked as if he was in a trance, but he would go right back to work. A few times, the woman caught him staring and he would turn away quickly, going back to work. The woman would just smile every time and go back to her business, soon enough, a single day there would change his life. One day, as he saw her sitting at a table alone, reading a book, he decided to take a risk and talk with her. So, he stopped working and worked his way to her, he was about twenty-six at the time and the woman looked a little younger then him. He seated himself at the table and started talking to her, and much to his surprise, she actually set her book down and paid attention. Responding to him and then would converse back, Allanon found out a lot about her that day, finding out her name was Adriana. Day after day they would meet up and just talk; the conversations started out normal enough but then progressed to personal things that someone wouldn?t normal reveal to someone they had just met. The next day they grew closer and closer, hitting the point where they would meet they would kiss and embrace each other. In about four week?s time, they both seemed to be in love, so Allanon took the chance and asked Adriana to marry him, she accepted and they married a month later. Both of them with their combined money, and bought a nice home for the both of them. The very first morning, after he took her to bed that night, he awoke to find she was gone; he searched relentlessly through their home to find her. But he found no trace, everything that was about her was gone, nothing was left which was odd to Allanon. But he couldn?t get pasted the fact she was gone and there wasn?t even a faint trace of her scent left over or a foot print. After she had disappeared, Allanon was left in a depressed state so lost in the world that he could do nothing but venture out into the forest and wonder for hours. One day, the wondering got him somewhere, he had been wondering aimlessly through the large trees and thick foliage of bushes and other indigenous plants he came across a stream feeding into a large pool of water. It was teaming with fish, frogs, dragonflies and many other forms of life, when he got to the edge he dropped to his knees and stared into the clear waters. He saw his reflection staring back, and what he saw was awful, it was a gaunt man who had the look of defeat and was eternally damned to walk past these trees with no other purpose. With this recognition of his inner hell, he started to sob, and scream and thrash and tear away at the grass under him, and the plants around him. All of his rage, tears, sorrows and frustration unleashing upon this single area and in the midst of this, he suddenly remembered his parents and the deity they worshipped. Adune. He went back to the pond and screamed into the air for Adune to give him the power to find the truth about what happened to Adriana and to restore his honor in his own eyes. Much to his surprise, Adune responded, appearing to him in a brilliant glow of pure white light coming off of a pair of golden gates that opened up slowly. As if they hadn?t been opened in centuries, and then a man with armor thrown about his being appeared and his face was dead set on Allanon. He spoke in an angelic voice with such power and confidence that Allanon had fallen to his knees and stared up at him with his dark eyes. Adune spoke to him about how he would have to align himself with him until the day Allanon died, and in return he would give him the prowess and intuition to accomplish his goal. Allanon willingly accepted, with the bargain struck, Adune sent his magic through Allanon white light shooting through his body and seeping from his mouth, eyes, and ears as they infused him with the physical skill and the mental awareness he needed to do as he promised. After the knowledge had been permanently imprinted on his mind, the light evaporated and all that was left was a Allanon that everyone knows today, as Allanon the Weapons master. And as Allanon found, his mind wasn?t the only thing he could use to his advantage, but his body had been re-strengthened and given speed and agility he never had before. And to cement the deal, Adune gave Allanon one last thing, he gave him his quarter staff. After that, Allanon disappeared, selling his home and living off the land hunting for what he promised he would find.[/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Blaize looked at the sheer carnage of the battlefield. The bodys strewn about the bloodied ground and hardly any of the corpses were whole. Most of them had been torn to shreds, pieces of flesh and cartalage was thrown all over the place and bone was exposed to the open air. Organs and entrails were spewed all over the land, hardly anything made from nature showed through the blood and organs. Most of the organs weren't even intact, they were smashed, torn apart, gashed open or some other horrible thing was done to them. The thing that got to him the most was how unprepared he was for such gore and bloodshed. He was the classic form of a spolied street punk who acted when said he would, but had never really seen such destruction. He closed his eyes and started taking deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves and to get a grip. He squeezed his shotgun which caused his muscles to contract and the arm band to tighten. He inhaled and exhaled slowly. [I] 'Just relax, you knew this what you were gonna have to see and experience to be a true Risk Breaker. Now go do what your good at you fool.'[/I] Blaize opened his eyes slowly and exhaled heavily one last time. He thought a moment about what Aaron had said about Lazuras, but quickly disregaded it. He cared little for the depressed fool who thought he was tough. He looked around through the corpses and saw something he knew he could use. He crouch walked over to a nearby corpse, Aaron saw him move off and started yelling at him to get back to their position. Blaize ignored him while he progressivly over to his target, he soon came to a stop and found what he saw a few moments ago. He reached down and picked it up, finding a classic M24 SWS sniper rifle, he then searched the corpse for extra ammo, after finding some he turned quickly and hustled back to Aaron and Kyo. He pressed his back against their cover and then leaned forward, putting his shotgun over his shoulder. He loaded the rifle then slowly looked over the edge of this cover through the scope, and slowly surveyed the land. Aaron yelled at him, demanding information. Blaize spoke as he continued to look through the scope. [B] "I am not just trained in close quarters, I am also trained in long range sniping techniques. I can pick people off easy, now, what kind of plan do you have 'team'?"[/B] Blaize said in his sarcastic and mocking tone as he kept his eyes on the field.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Necrox's room was dark and barely lit, save for a few candles scattered around his quarters, his room had four solid walls. No visible doorways or windows, just clean, gleaming metal walls. He sat on his bed, his head lowered and his wrists placed on his knees, his angry expression looked as if it had been branded into his face permanently. His eyes closed and focused on what was going on inside his mind. All of his thoughts, ideas, and memories floated in front of his closed eyes, all taunting him with the lasting memory of his death. The cursed chains that he controlled and were forever attached to him, he even despised his nobodies to some degree. The rattle of their chains remind him all the time, and this bloodthirsty eyes reflect what he is. He did enjoy their company more then the others of the Order, he detested the others, their false emotions and their rather cheery mind sets drove him insane. He didn't have as much abhorrence for Onix, since he had given him the chance to fight and unleash his rage and fury upon the world. He took deep breathes, keeping his eyes closed and trying to keep his anger in check for now. His hands curled into fists and his face tightened up, the memories fueling his rage constantly. Soon, he heard the light clank of chain, as the chains drew closer the clank and rattle grew louder. He sat up straight and opened his eyes, the silver streaks on the side glowing lightly in the candle light as he waited for the Shackled to come. Soon enough, one appeared, materializing from the floor with its eyes lowered to the floor. The rattle ceased as it stood still in Necrox?s room. Necrox kept his eyes forward as he spoke to the nobody out loud. [B] ?What news do you have for me? Have you any leads on him??[/B] The nobody lowered its head to Necrox, responding through a mind link. [I] No master, he seems to not exist. He hides too well for us to track, I am sorry master.[/I] Necrox remained sitting, but a chain slowly creped out from his black sleeve and slithered across the ground towards the nobody. The nobody did nothing but watch as the chain wound around its leg then moved up until it was wrapped around its body. It then began to constrict, tightening slowly around the Shackled. The nobody remained still and did nothing; the chained continued to wrap tighter and tighter, the edges cutting into the black body of the manifestation. Necrox would have continued to tighten until the nobody no longer existed, but, Necrox was interrupted by a Dusk that suddenly appeared. Causing Necrox to loosen the chain drastically, speaking to the Dusk with obvious anger and irritation in his voice. [B] ?What do you want Dusk??[/B] [I] Your majesty?[/I] [B] ?Your majesty, not mine.?[/B] The Dusk bowed its head the spoke again. [I] My majesty requests that you come to the Chamber of Dying Echoes. It is urgent.[/I] Necrox growled, and then looked to the Dusk. [B] ?Tell me, how does it feel to be cut open and turned into nothing but darkness?? [/B]The Dusk had a confused look on its face, before it knew what was happening, Necrox?s chain lunged out at the dusk and secured it tightly. Squeezing around the Dusk, Necrox could hear the screams coming from the Dusk as the chains razor edges dug deeper into the nobody. Then, with one quick tug, the nobody disappeared into a puff of darkness. The chain retracted back into Necrox?s sleeve and he stood up, the Shackled nobody keeping his eyes on his master. Necrox walked over the wall and placed his hand on the cool metal, and in an instant, the metal wall opened up into a doorway. Necrox walking through the door way, his nobody following behind. The nobody had its chains moving more radically then normal, he had taught them that since they couldn?t always keep check of their surroundings that they should let their chains do the watch as they keep their focus a head. Necrox made his way to the Chamber, not in any real rush to meet the others, but anxious to get away from the rattling of the Shackled. Before he entered the chamber he turned to his nobody and began to speak. [B] ?Stay nearby and be ready to come quickly if called.?[/B] The nobody bowed his head and vanished. Necrox entered the chamber loudly, his boot steps sounding louder due to the silence of the room. His face focused ahead of him, but his eyes wondered from face to face. His anger growing as each face came in view, he came to a stop and pulled out his chair and seated himself. Placing his hand and arms on the table as he slowly looked around the room, all eyes were on him for a few more moments then they went back to their business. Necrox continued to observe the others. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][B]Original Name:[/B] Creon [B]Order Name:[/B] Necrox [B]Number:[/B] X [B]Code Name:[/B] The Belligerent Deadlock [B]Element:[/B] Metal [B]Weapon:[/B] His weapon is called the Chaos chains. These chains can be summoned on call by Necrox, and they unearth from inside of his sleeves and from his surroundings if he is touching them. These chains are razor sharp, and are made from the strongest material known in the multi-verse, able to tear through any material. Though the nobody symbol is not apparent on this weapon, each link of the chain is a different design and different color and when the chain curls up into a perfect circle, the pieces latch together and the colors line up to make the nobody symbol. [B]Nobody:[/B] [I]The Shackled[/I]- These nobodies are created from the bodies of convicted murderers and psychopaths. The lack faces, they have no nose or mouth, just empty eyes that express an eternal torment of insanity and bloodlust. They have a shape like the samurai?s, but their arms are wrapped up around their shoulders by constraints and chains fall off of their outfits. These chains lash out at enemies, and, under the worst of circumstances, grab hold of the enemy and drag them closer to the nobodies. When the enemy is close, the arm restraints are let loose and their chest?s are revealed, where their mouths reside. They then consume the opponent. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/KuroandSyoarancopy.jpg][I]Necrox, the one on the left[/I][/URL] Necrox stands at 6?4?? and has a strong and muscular build. Necrox?s hair is as jet black as the night sky, but adorning the right and left sides of his hair are silver streaks. His eyes are always angry, portrayed strongly through their crimson shade. Necrox can almost always be found scowling due to his aggravation, the cigarette that always hangs from his mouth tilting with his expression. [B]Personality:[/B] Necrox is always angry. It seems to be the only emotion his mind remembers, aside from verbal irony. He doesn?t respect a single member of the group, though he tolerates Onix as a leader figure because it allows him the chance to constantly engage in battle so long as he follows underneath him. Onix took him in and gave him the chance to release his anger, and Necrox feels that if at anything, he owes him for that. Necrox doesn?t socialize with the other members, though he occasionally goes at Xranis because his cheery disposition constantly gets on his nerves. Necrox's affinity for chains and his constant anger are byproducts of the death he suffered from. Chained down and forced to stare directly at each link of the chain in front of him, the heartless that killed him were led by a brutal Harbinger of the Darkness who sailed the cosmos using the powers of darkness in his insanity. He left Necrox chained and surrounded by heartless. Necrox struggled for days against his binding in rage until finally the heartless took his heart. His chains remind him of why he fights, and they fuel his belligerence to all ends.[/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Sarin Sooth [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B] Age:[/B] 23 [B]Demon Form:[/B] Tyr [B]Weapon:[/B] Aurvandil [B] Rank:[/B] Commanders Bodyguard [B] Physical description:[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/sparda_drawings.jpg] Sarin. [/URL] He stands at a steady height of 6?2? and towers over most, his clothes are rather well made considering his rank and what he does everyday. [B] Personality:[/B] Sarin is a rather cool and collective person, never letting his emotions get the best of him. In fact, he never even shows that he has any, always keeping a straight face and remains cold in all situations. He speaks when he wishes and bows to no one, but does do his job right and without hesitation. But, the reason why he doesn't express emotion openely is because he has a rather nasty anger problem that only reflects itself in his fighting stlye of brutality. He is filled with this rage because of past experiences that have stunted his emotional growth. And since he is always filled with some form of hatred, anger, or rage, he seems to not be able to express any other kind of feeling. Such as happiness, sadness, kindness, or anything else. It all turns into anger and rage which fuels him to the end. But, he doesn't lack the ability to show another form of feelings, just doesn't know how. So he diverts it into another form of anger, hatred, or rage. [B] Combat Tactics:[/B] Sarin is a combination of brutality, relentless assaults with his Aurvandil, and pinpointed body shots. All happening at, what seems like, simultaneously. But in actuality, they are really happening at an impressive speed that truly blind sights the enemy. And rips them to shreds in a matter of moments. [B]Skills:[/B] Sarin is rather a good guitarist, not just electric, acoustic as well. And, surprisingly, he plays the acoustic more then the electric. He loves the sound it makes without using an amplifier to hear the gentle sound of the strings being strum correctly. How harmonic the sound can get when the guitarist plays properly. [B]Phobias and Weaknesses:[/B] Sarin fears of dieing as a slave to another and losing his freedom to some fool. [B] Pet Peeves:[/B] Sarin despises people who are foolish and know nothing of what they speak of or those who are to cowerdly to speak whats on their minds.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[size=1][b]Name[/b]: Sarin Draven [b]Age[/b]: 34 [b]Class/ Job[/b]: Weapons Master/ Mercenary [b]Weapon[/b]: Being a Weapons Master, he specializes in every weapon. But predominantly he likes to use blades weapons, he has a wrist blade on each arm, each retractable and made of a light weight, yet, sturdy material. Extending to about 18 inches in length, and have jagged edges on both sides, even though they curve to look like a one sides weapon. He also has a special sword he carries with him every where, it doesn?t have any power, well, at least to Sarins knowledge it doesn?t. Its single edged and is about a foot an a half long, with a snake working its way up the blade. He also has a gun attached to his belt, its seen its far share of battle and is a unique weapon. The gun is the form of a .44 Magnum, but instead of having a revolving chamber on it. It has a covering over that area, and instead of firing bullets, it shoots out red orb like projectiles that are made of energy. The gun has two setting: Stun and Kill. He also has a quiet a few knives on his person, all hidden in different places, all made from different material, all shaped different and all serveing a different purpose at different times. [b]Appearance[/b]: [URL=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/TsubasaIIcopy.jpg] Sarin, the guy on the right with the red dragon on his back.[/URL] He wears a black blank shirt underneath the coat along with black pants. He also has a large tattoo that is made of an intricate design that snakes off in different directions. It starts on the front of his shoulder and works its way on to the back. [b]Skills[/b]: Has a rather unqiue mastery of all weapons and fighting forms which took him years upon years to learn and perfect. Along with having rather unusually powerful senses and an abnormal awarness of everything around him at all times. Which make him and ideal tracker, hunter, and killer. [b]Genetic Variation[/b]: [I]Demons Arm:[/I] His right arm has turned black and is clawed, looking strikingly similar to the arm of demon. His arm is unique, besides the obvious look, by being able to detect evil when it draws close. It pulsates through out his body, and the pulsations grow more powerful as evil gets closer. They only stop when Sarin sees what evil it has detected. [I]Brands of Dark Life:[/I] The Brands on Sarins arm seem to have a life of their own, slowly crawling up is arm and working up to his body, giving his tattoo a life of its own as well. Both continue to spread slowly across his body, while giving him a rather unpleasnt and intimidating look in battle and giving his natural strength and speed a boost but also making him crueler and ruthless as it goes unchecked. They also flare and grow as he commits evil deeds, does selfish things, or enters battle. In that case the brands flare as the battle intensifies and only feed Sarins cruelty and ruthlessness. [I]Demonic Sight: [/I]Sarin also has one demon eye, yes, one demon eye. And its his left eye, it also glows in the darkness with a red tinge and has a pupil that operates normal unless it closes up like a slit. But it serves more of a purpose then simply finding evil. It gives Sarin enhanced vision at night, like seeing the body heat radiate off another or to see the heartbeat of another. [b]Personality[/b]: Sarin is a bit seasoned, scratch that, extremly seasoned when it comes to battle or his job, always alert and prepared never truly letting his guard down or really trusting anyone that he comes in contact with. He is observant and quiet, well, quiet when he believes it is necessary. Otherwise, he talks freely, not frightened at all of what others will think or say in response to his comments. He is also not afraid to speak the truth whenever he can, very rarely will he lie for any reason at all unless he believes it necessary or it gets him what he needs. He also stays rational and cold in almost every situation, unless you can really get under his skin. It is also very rare to see him smile, maybe grin, but smiling is something he doesn?t do. He can also be very sadistic and cruel if given the chance and in the mood. [b]Motivation[/b]: Simple, he?s being paid. [b]Biography[/b]: Sarin rocked back in his chair, his eyes closed and his sunglasses hanging at the bridge of his nose. His coat hanging on a peg on the wall along with his sword swaying lightly back forth, his feet were perched on the table in front of him and he continued to rock in the chair. He breathed deeply and slowly in and out, trying to relax as best he could. A man, about 5?8, wearing a trench coat and hood over his head. His face showed he was rather angry and had the look of man that had nothing to lose. He quietly moved into Sarins room and did his best to remain silent as he made his way to him. A knife held ready in his hand, ready to strike out at Sarin. [b]?That?s not such a smart move.?[/b] The man stopped as Sarin lowered his feet and sat up straight, pulling off his sunglasses and setting them on the table in front of him. Sarin staring at the man standing before him, taking what he looked like and his facial expression. Seeing how few moves it would take to kill him. [b]?Guessing by your face, and the knife in your hand. You have come to kill me, well, at least try.?[/b] The man spit at Sarins feet. [b]?I will kill you. You took something dear to me.? [/b]Sarin sighed and stood up, towering over the man in front of him. But the cloaked man wouldn?t back down, even seeing the gun at Sarin?s side. Sarin leaned over, placing the palms of his hands on the table. [b]?You know, you won?t walk out of here alive. I?ve survived far worse troubles, and I won?t be brought down by a whelp like you searching for revenge.?[/b] The mans face hardened and had the look of trying to restrain from crying, Sarin remain calm as the waited for the man in the cloak to make a mistake. And he did, lunging for Sarin recklessly, disregarding the table in front of him and who he was dealing with. Sarin evaded easily and drew his gun at the same time, quickly switching the gun from kill to stun and pointing it at his head. The man lay sprawled over the table and on his back, Sarin held the gun in his face firmly, his face still emotionless. [b]?Its set to stun right now. I could shoot you right now and then throw you out into the streets, and then you could live out the rest of your shattered life like the way you are now. Or, I can change the setting and kill you right away. Releasing you from your anguish and torment, and reuniting you with the person I was paid to kill.?[/b] The man watched as Sarins thumb was on the switch, deciding on whether he should kill the man in front of him. Or simply to let him live in shambles, right then, a knock came at the door, Sarin voiced for them to come in. A man, with a gruff face that was covered in a unruly beard and seemed rather old but sturdy in build. He too was shorted then Sarin, Sarin kept his focus and his gun on the would be killer as he spoke to the bearded man. [b]?How can I help you sir?? ?I need you to do an important job for me, Weapons Master.? ?What?s the job?? ?An assassination.? ?Who will I be killing?? [/b]The bearded man paused for a second, Sarin waited patiently as the man on the table was trying to construct a plan to get out of his current situation and kill the Weapons Master. The bearded man spoke in a harsher voice. [b]?Helena.? [/b]Sarin let his focus go to the bearded man for a second, then back to the man on the table. [b]?Helena you say??[/b] The bearded man nodded. [b]?Or her lover. Both will pay the same, brought in together will get twice the reward.?[/b] Sarin nodded. [b]?Sounds interesting. How much?? ?500,000 for each.?[/b] Sarin moved away from the man on the table and looked to the other, holding out his free hand to him. [b]?You have a deal.?[/b] The bearded man took it firmly and shook it, the man on the table got up quickly and charged Sarin. Sarin shot him right in the face, sending him to the ground motionless. The bearded man look at the body then to Sarin. [b]?You kill him?? ?Nah, still set to stun. He?ll wake up in about 4 hours.? [/b]Sarin moved over to his coat and sword, strapping his sword around his waist and putting his coat on he left the room. Eager to earn his cash reward, eager to elminate such a threat like Helena, and eager to put his past behind him and start a new future.[/SIZE]

[COLOR=Black][SIZE=1]Bliaze sat on the transport, slowly grabbing shells from his belt and pushing them into the slot on his shotgun. He sighed as he did so, J[I]ust had to unload them yesterday didn't ya?[/I]. A moment later he chuckled to himself, the marine sitting next to him looking at him oddly. Blaize didn't care, he was just remembering why he was loading them back into his shotgun. [CENTER]Flashback: Day after the trials ended[/CENTER] Blaize had been walking through the halls bored out of his mind as he waited for something to happen or someone to pass by so he could mock them in anyway and then just walk away. Unfortunetly, he found no one the entire time he stood around, he didn't see anyone until Havok appeared from the hallways. Obviously a bit tired looking but still managed to keep that cheery exterior. Blaize sighed. [B]"Shouldn't you be dead Havok?"[/B] Havok continued to forward and stopped in front of his friend, then patted him on the shoulder. [B]"Not before you do Blaize, and trust me, your the more likely of the two of us to die."[/B] Blaize laughed lightly to himself, pulling his shotgun free from the holster and kind of spinning it. He started to look around Havok and spoke to him at the same time. [B]"Wheres your girlfriend Havok? Didn't think you could split you two apart even with a cowbar."[/B] Blaize placed the pump of the shotgun in his left hand and cocked it, a shell shooting out. Blaize catching it quickly in mid-air, Havok taking little notice and chuckling. [B]"Well, I told her I cam to talk to you."[/B] Blaize swung the shotgun so it was under his arm, he pumped it again and the shell came flying out. He caught this one next, Havok still trying not to notice. [B]"Well isn't that nice. Havok decided to see the school ass rather then be with his girlfriend. Round of applause goes to you."[/B] Blaize put the pump of the shotgun on his neck, cocked it and caught the third shell. Havok spoke again. [B]"So, how was your trial Blaize. I'm sure it was just calls of fun for you."[/B] Blaize's shotgun dropped behind him from his neck, and landed in his left hand. He pumped it once more behind him, watched as the fourth shell went over his head and caught it. [B]"Not really. I didn't get to shoot anything, got a new spell though. But, still didn't get to shoot anything."[/B] Blaize brought the shotgun around and stuck it under his elft arm this time, pumped and caught the fifth shell. [B]"So how did your trial go Havok?"[/B] [B]"It went rather well, thanks to you."[/B] Blaize scoffed as he brought his shotgun arounf for one last pump. [B]"I didn't help a damn. If I was really there I would have proably fucked it up for you."[/B] Havok shook his head, Blaize brought the shotgun over to his shoulder, and pumped it the last time. Thsi time the shell got lose and Havok had to catch it, Blaize slid the shotgun abck into the holster and smiled. Havok sighed. [B]"Can't you ever do anything normal? Or without showing off?"[/B] BLaize looked up at the ceiling, like a child would. The looked back to his friend and shook his head. [B]"Nope, not really. Got to make it flashier then it really is, makes like more fun. Don't be such a stickler."[/B] Havok raised and eyebrow at him. [B]"You know, if you weren't such and ass people might actually want to talk to you."[/B] Blaize shrugged his shoulders, he held out his hand and Havok handed over the stray shell. [B]"I don't care what they think. I am who I am, i'm not gonna change for them. And besides, who needs other peopel to talk to. I can talk to you all day, or at least until I find something to shoot."[/B] Havok rolled his eyes and sighed, he waved to hsi friend. [B]"Well, i'm off. Try not to kill anyone would ya." "I'll try."[/B] Blaize and Havok went different ways. [CENTER]Present time: Transport[/CENTER] Blaize sighed after he finished loading in the shells and leaned back into his seat. Slowly closing his eyes to get some rest or to at least pass the time.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]The room was dark and it seemed rather warm and uncomfortable for any normal person to actually want to stay here. He kind of felt like the instructors were trying to hussle him out of the room, like they wanted to see him give up. But, because of the way he thought they felt, he was more determined to stay. Even if this place turned into an inferno from hell and he was at risking of being burned alive. He waited patiently for somethign to happen, but, he got that errie silence and the sort of calm before the battle. He was anxious, egar, nervous and a tad bit sweaty but he continued to wait for something to happen. A few seconds later, he saw a small hatch of light through the darkness and saw a shape crawl out. It seemed to be the height of a cat but had the length of a large ferret with long legs used for extension, not so much for height. Out of the small hatch, he saw another creatuer of the same kind scurry out, then another, and another, another, and one more. At this point Blaize had counted four of the little critters roaming around now, he could feel the squad of creatures watching him. He would get the occasional flash of glowing eyes then watch them vanish, what really was suspisious about these crittes was thet there was no noise from them. Save for the light scraping and the padding of paws. They didn't make a peep, and if these creatures were pack hunters like he suspected, then they would be making some kind of noise regardless of the prey and if it was aware of their presence. All he could do was watch and speculate on what this cat like creatures were gonna do. As he had finished that thought, he saw one of the critters move into the light for a few seconds then vanish back. But it was clear why they were not speaking. They didn't have mouths, which meant they most likely didn't have vocal cords. So this meant they were telepathic, they were speaking to eachother on a connection he couldn't pick up and if they were telepaths then who knows what else they could do. He looked aorund more cautiously now, and reluctantly, he remembered what Instructor Andrews would say. [I] 'Keep your foucs, find out your enemies strengths and then use it to your advantage. Be ready for anything.'[/I] Blaize shook his head and pulled his shotgun free, he gripped it in both hands and pumped it once. He then let it point down to the gronud while holding it in his right hand. He watch carfully, seeing if the creatures would attack and soon enough, they acted. Suddenly, there were more shapes in the darkness, bipedal beings that stood on the edge of the light and darkness. Threating to break into his zone, he watched eachone carfully. Unable to see what could possible be in the darkness, right then, it passed into the light and stood in front of him. It was the one person he had hated since birth, his mother. She stood there, staring at him, her face guant and pale. Her body in a rather fit state but still looked as if it would fall apart at any moment. His mother began to speak to him. [B] "Oh look, its you. Blaize, the unwanted child."[/B] Blaize made his face hard, ready to lash out at her with any force. [B] "Hello mother, look as awful as you always did." "Don't talk back to your mother like that."[/B] Another voice yelled out at him, another figuered stepped into the light. It was the second person he hated from birth, his father. He was dressed up in his business suit, straighting his tie and brushing himself off. His blad head gleaming lightly in the light, his pudgey face that was hard to forget, his sausgae fingers and his rather round body. Blaize growled. [B] "And look, its the fat man himself. I'm suprised you showed up at all."[/B] Blaizes father chuckled and moved a bit to Blaizes side. Blaize kept his eyes on hsi father and mother, they were both known to him as being able to hug you with one arm while pulling the kinfe with the other and stabbing you in the back. He did his best to keep his anger from getting him. His father spoke again. [B] "Of course we had to come, I had to watch you fail so I can use you as I had planned to so many years ago. And your mother here is just anxious to slit your throat while you sleep, that will be enjoyable for both of us."[/B] Blaize spit at his feet. [B] "Not likely, you and this harlot will never see me again. I'll make sure of it, after I pass this i'll be a Risk Breaker. I will be one of the elite twelve that can do anything, and beause of blue magic skills I can take any move and make it my own then use it at my will. You'll see fat man, and you'll wish that you had never bore a son like me!" "I already regret having you for a son, you did nothing but cause problems for us and disrespected us at every turn. You were a lousy son and you will be a lousy Risk Breaker. Not even bunnies will run from you." "Shut up! You know nothing! I've trained for years for this moment, i'm more powerful and accurate then I have ever been. And i'm not even in my prime yet, I have more to go but I will succeeded and you will know my name." "Unlikely."[/B] He heard one more voice, this one was the dread of his existence. He turned around slowly, he saw Alex standing there. That fool grin on his face from those several nights ago, when he spared Blaizes life. Blaize was reaching his breaking point, Alex walked over to where his parents stood. [B] "What are you doing here? This is none of your business." "Oh but it is. You owe me your life, so, it is always my business. And like they said, you will mount to nothing. You are nothing but a failer and a punk, doomed to walk on this planet with no purpose and no magic."[/B] Blaize roared with his anger unleashing and bring his shotgun up to eye level, pointing it at the group standing before him. [I] 'Do it! Just one shot, and bam, they will all be gone for good.'[/I] The voice in his head screamed and urged, Blazie put his finger over the trigger and to progressivly pull it back. Until, something caught his eye. He noticed the cat like creatures had stopped circling and now were standing on their hind legs. They all were staring at him, their eyes having a weird glow to them. He could see what was happening, he lowered his shotgun and his head. Then started to laugh, it started out low and light. But grew until he was laughing hysterically, almost like a mad man. Gradually his gaze came back to the three in front of him, his grin spread wide across his face and his attitude returning to the normal, cocky and sarcastic person he always was. [B] "I understand now. Those little ferret bastered have been messing with me, this is what they can do. Well two can play this game." [/B]Blaize pulled his holster off and then unbuttoned his shirt, he pulled it off and exposed the armband. He then stood stiil and began to foucs his attention soley on the creatures in the darkness. And suddenly, he felt the magic shoot through him. Passing across his brain and then passing into one of the magi crystals. His grin grew in size. [B] "Now, we'll see how you like seeing what you hate and fear rodents!"[/B] And with that said, his eyes took on the same glow. Flashing through the minds of the little ferrets and forcing them to fall over and cringe and curl up into little balls of fur. He couldn't hear anythign they thought, but he was sure they were screaming in agony. The images fade and all the creautres laid on the ground, except for one. That continued to stare at him. This one didn't have to weird glow in its eyes, so Blaize approched it. He stood over it and looked down at it, curious on why it too wasn't on the ground in fear. He found that out real soon, the creature began to morph and shift and grow. Blaize took a few steps back, picking up his stuff and looing at the morphing being. He watched as it slowly came to a complete form. Blaize grinned and the man before him smiled and bowed his head. [B] "Instructor Andrew. How interesting it is to see you here amongst the rodents."[/B] He shook his head at Blaize. [B] "I can see you managed to take your shirt off again." "Well you know me, always got to show off that rock hard body."[/B] Blaize said as he shrugged his shoulders. Instructor Andrew chuckled and patted Blaize on the shoulder. [B] "Well, I am proud to say that you have pass your trial. Congratulations."[/B] Blaize bowed his head and then stood back up, putting his shirt back on and his holster over his shoulder on to his back. Blaize grinned broadly, a door opened and Blaize exited. Proud of his acomplishment.[/SIZE][/COLOR]