Darth Vectis

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][CENTER]Several minutes before trial[/CENTER] Blaize sat in his room, thinking about the night before and how Alex had actually won that confronation. And what he said had actually disturbed Blaize more then what happened, he had been ready to die or ready to kill. That was the easy part of the whole thing, but what complicated it was the fact he walked away and said thsoe few deadly words. You owe me one. Blaize's grin had been absent ever since that time, he just couldn't let it go. He mostly couldn't let it go because he had only said a few words, and now Blaize was bound to him until he saved his life. He was bound to someone he dispised and craved for a chance to eliminate him once and for all. But now, he was trapped, until they were in a moment where Blaize could return the favor and then finish him. But until then, he would have to wait. He growled lightly to himself as he stood up from his chair. He walked over to his dresser and, for the first time in awhile, pulled out his magi user. It looked something like a tribal armband with a feather handing off along with a creatuers claw and a smal birds skull. He liked this the best mostly because he had made it himself and he liked the rather unusual look it had. It had taken him awhile to find the material for it and what to hang from it. He looked at it for a moment, making sure the right amount of magi were in it. Four blue magic magi and two earth, he nodded when he liked the combination and the strapped it to his arm. He moved his shotgun holster from his thigh to his back, he pulled his shotgun, twisted and pulled the parts away form each other. He counted how many rounds he had and nodded once more. He had a total of six inside, he pushed it back together and twisted once more the shotgun locked back into place. He went to the back of his door and found the rest of his shells hanging from a belt, each in their own slot in the leather belt. All of them secure but all loose enough for him to pull out quickly if need be. He put his shout gun back in its holster and took the belt off the door, rapping it around his waist and latching it into place. He took one mroe deep breathe then was off, heading for the trial area. Ready to do his best, or to die. While he was making his way to his Room for the trial, he found Havok. Who seemed to have a bounce in his step, there was also the giant smile on his face. Blaize shook his head and smiled for the first time today, he walked up behind him and patted him on the shoulder. Havok turned around quickly. [B] "You look awfully happy considering we are going through the trials."[/B] Havok continued to smile and clapsed his hand on his friends shoulder. [B] "Well, there are a lot of reasons to be happy. You'll find out later my good friend."[/B] Blaize chuckled to himself. [B] "Of course I will, I always do. So has everyone else gone in yet?"[/B] Havok nodded, Blaized nodded a few times then spoke again. [B] "Do you know where Alex was placed?"[/B] Havok shook his head, Blaize growled and looked around. Havok looked at him oddly. [B] "I thought you hated him?" "I do." "Then why ask where he is?"[/B] Blaize sighed, rolled his shoulders then spoke in as calm a voice as he could manage. [B] "He got the better of me a few nights ago. He spared my life in a confrontation and now I owe him. Its the worst thing that could happen."[/B] Havok chuckled a bit, Blaize punched him in the shoulder. [B] "You'll be fine, i'm sure he'll get into something that will require to save his."[/B] Blaize growled and nodded his head. He looked to his friends once mroe and spoke. [B] "Well, I'm off to do my test. See you and everyone else after its over."[/B] Blaize walked down another corridor and Havok went the opposite way. Blaize was ready to get this over with, and to think of a way to get at Alex.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Blaize continued to grin in his mischevious and mockingly way as he let the ideas, of how to bother Alex, rush through his mind. He played through his mind who his reactions would be and how much fun it would be to see it happen. He started to poke Alex a few more times, he could see how it took quite an effort for Alex to resist from taking Blaize's hand off right there and then. He spoke this time as he poked him once more. [B] "Come on, you know you feel like the big guy on campus for killing the Black magic instructor."[/B] Alex kept his eyes on his paper, trying to not look at Blaize as he spoke. [B] "Like I said, I feel terrible about it. There is nothing to make me feel like 'the big guy on campus'."[/B] Blaize raised an eyebrow at him, his grin seemed like it was permanetly drawn on to his face. Blaize leaned back on the wall, this time hoping to hit him where it hurt. [B] "Everyones going to look at you different now. Even your friends, your the killer of the school. The Black magic users will probably hate you the most, unless they hated him too. But otherwise, you'll be looked at as if you were a stranger. No one really sure what you will do next." "Shut up Blaize, you know nothing about my friends. I may have done something like that, but they will continue to believe and trust in me."[/B] Alexs voice was rather hard now, sounding like he was keeping his anger under control. Blaize could sense there was something happening, he knew he just had to push a few more buttons and this might be the highlight of his night. Blaize cracked his knuckles and then placed his right hand over the handle of his shotgun, ready for an eruption form Alex if it came. [B] "Don't try to hide it. We all know how you feel when poeple hate you, or should I say, I know how you feel when people hate you. You can't stand it, its slowly tears away at you and I will watch every grueling moment and all you can do is go on with your daily life and looked at my face while I grin and smile at your misery!"[/B] Alex couldn't take it anymore, the constant poking, proding, harrasment, and annoyance was driving his last nerve. The worst part was, Blaize was right, and wasn't looking like he cared about what he said. Alex dropped his paper and stood up, Blaize followed his movements. Standing up straight, his hand still on his shotgun and his face still edged with that permanet grin that seemed to drives Alex's anger further. Alex drew his longsword lighting fast, a little faster the Blaize expected but he reacted just in time. Pulling his shotgun out just in time and pointing it at Alex, the sword came from under Blaize. So the pump of the shotgun rested on the blade as the tip pointed at Blaize's throat. Blaize continued to smile. [B] "Looks like we are at a stale mate."[/B] Alex's face remained stone hard. [B] "Check again, your guns not pumped. I could easily slide my blade into your throat and finish you off and never have to deal with your black tongue ever again."[/B] Blaize pushed his shotgun forward, the groves in the pump locked onto the blade, he heard it load the shell then pulled it back. [B] "Now were even, Alex Glesen. Now, it is your move. You can stab that in my throat, which will force me to pull the trigger. I will bleed slowly while your brain matter is expeled from your craniel cavity and splattered in a rather distasteful yet artful manor. Your choice."[/B] Blaize held his finger on the trigger, ready for the worst if it came down to it.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]The sun shined brightly into the near empty room, and with no bodys to block out the light it beamed right on to Blaize's face. Causing him to twist and turn away from it, still curled up in his blankets. He rolled around a bit more before finally opening his eyes and then shading them form the suns harsh rays. He sat up and smacked his lips as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He shook his head and then started to comb down his hair. He sat up and walked gingerly over to the bathroom. Stretching out as he made his way there, he cleaned him self off, brushed his teeth, cleaned his hair and then dressed himself in the school uniform. He looked at it rather distastfully, but continued on with what he was doing. Then left the room, walking down the hall without any rush at all. Even though he clearly knew he was late for class, but he cared little. He knew those classes easy, even though he looked like he wasn't paying attention he was a rather good listener. His shotgun dangling on his side as he walked, tapping against his left leg as he took each step. His face was rather hard and his eyes were focused on the way in front of him, still walking at a slow pace and remaining silent to all that said anythign to him. It was to early, by his standards, to make any snide remark to them. He disappeared down the hallway, making his way to his primary class. The Blue magic studies. He walked into the classroom and found his teacher was only occupied with a few students, not many took up Blue Magic as their primary ability. Usually people drifted toward summons or elemental magic, Blaize liked the thought of being more agile in his choice of magic. Blue magic let him use whatever skill he was hit with and then instantly send it back to the caster. He liked the fact that he could get the upper hand on anyone if he knew the right spell and that person or things particular weakness. But, he also was a lot more familiar with his buddy tapping against his leg. He moved over to a near by seat and relaxed in it. Putting his feet up on the table, the few students around him either ignoring him or giving hateful looks. He just smiled when he saw them, he was use to getting negative attitudes towards him. But, then again, he did give it quite often to his father and his psychotic mother. Now a days he thrived on that kind of tension, enjoying being able to make people feel uncomfrotable around him and slip up. Allowing him to show them how Blue magic was really suppose to be used. But there were plently of times when he had wished that the person would have nerves of steel and not simply faulter. He also had times where the poisoned filled glares made him long for the kind of understanding form them. But, right now, he cared very little. Taking in the glares and stares and waiting to show them up again. He watched and listened as the teacher not only explained the magi he was using, but showed them. Today it was earth, something he knew something about. He watched intently, but didn't show it, as the teacher twisted the magi to his will. But soon enough, Blaize grew bored with the teacher doing all the magic and not letting him touch the magi and use the magic to bend to his might and will. He got up and procceded to leave the room, he walked into the hallways, placing his hand over the grip of his shotgun. He instantly thought to head over to the shooting range. He wanted to see if they would let him use the sniper rifle they had. They had trained him to use the close and long ranged weapon and he wanted to be the best at both. But, before he even was a hundred yards of the range he spotted a few classmates. Kyosuke Orias, Sakura Clyne, Havok Vermillion, Alex Glesen, Lazarus McCloud and Rinoa Ryuzaki, he smiled to himself as thought about how different all they were. Havok was the uncommon form of a true hero, selfless and heroic in his manor and speech. But Blaize knew better then to trust his outward apperance, Havok had been one of the few to actually befriend. Despite Blaize'z nasty attitude and reputation for being a jerk. Kyosuke was far more intelligent that most would give him credit for, he seemed to know anything that you would need and he could summon it up in a split second. He did have a rather big head at times, but Blaize had that one pretty much all the time. He respected him and believe he would be valuable as an ally soon. And then their was Sakura. She was of the most interesting out of all of them, besides her rather attractiveness and her mentle sharpness. She was very calm and relaxed most of the time, she didn't seem to be the one to try and draw attention to herself but seemed to do it naturally. And, completely opposite of Blaize, she only drew positive attitudes, Blaize hadn't gotten to know her all that well. But it was worth a try now. Alex seemed to be the kind of shy one, he wasn't to sure he had not talked to him and was pretty sure Alex wouldn't talk to him. But he wasn't always right, he seemed to be sky, but he was probably one of the more fearless ones when it came to battle or when friends were in need. Lazarus seemed very hard hearted and rather cautious of something, Blaize wasn't sure what it could be. And last but not least, was Rinoa, she seemed like a rather energetic young woman who could handle herself in any kind of tussle. He could see that she was obviously in the right mind set to be a rather impressive fighter and adventure. But she also seemed to hold some feelings in, it might be the typical anger anf frusteration but he wouldn't know unless he talked to them. Now was just as good as any other time to talk to possible Risk Breakers. He made his way to the group, keeping his calm exterior as he kept a mischiveious grin upon his face. Ready to whip out his sharp words at anything that would come.[/SIZE][/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]OOC: Hope this is ok with the the little group. Figuered I should get some interaction in there somewhere.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name-[/B] Blaize Harbinger [B]Age-[/B]18 [B]Student Template-[/B] The Sarcastic [B]Weapon-[/B] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/CiAlFo/weapons/5457.jpg]Shotgun[/URL] [B]School of magic-[/B] Blue Magic [B]Minored school of magic-[/B] Elemental Magic [Earth] [B]Abilities/Spells- [/B] [I]Focus:[/I] Since blue magic is his primary ability, he has a 50% chance to learn any spell that is thrown at him. Seconds after impact, the skill is absorbed, recorded, and memorized by his mind, and can be used [if Blaize isn?t immobilized by the move] almost instantly. [I]Shatter:[/I] Blaize can cause the ground around him to split and fall apart right under the feet of anyone he doesn?t like or whenever he deems it amusing. Unfortunately, since earth magic is his minor the earth shattering effect is limited to about 10 to 15 feet radius. His magic also grows more violent with his vehemoncey [B]Personality-[/B] Blaize is called the Sarcastic for a reason, he is the paradigm of a verbal ironist. He allows it to get the better of him almost all of the time and all around him tend to suffer his sharp tounge. He is also brash, headstrong, brazen, and impetuous. But he also has somewhat of self-esteem issue, which is why he is more often than not sarcastic. Deep at his core, he just has an urge to be accepted as he is, but he gives that away in no way whatsoever to those he knows. He?s so determined to hide it, in fact, that to all but his closest of friends, he is often viewed as a jerk. In battle, Blaize?s demeanor is the same in battle, if not more so. He mercillesly mocks his opponents, and amusing yet insulting comments about their battle style are often incorporated. Never at a lack for a comment, this tactic often distracts his enemies from getting their attacks to hit on target, though it often distracts his own allies as well. [B]Physical appearance-[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/SiegWarheit.jpg]Blaize[/URL] [B]Everyday outfit-[/B] Blaize?s normal attire usually consists of a pair of jeans, that have several rips and tears due to his rough nature and activities. He also has a black button up shirt that always fails to be button up, regardless of the situation. He also dawns a black trench coat with trimming and a red insignia on it with a black outline. [B]Background-[/B] Blaize was born and raised in New Well City, being born into the home of a shrewd business man and to a overly cautious and slightly paranoid woman. Both claming to be his real parents but he still fails to see how they could be them. As few might know about Blaize is that he was artificially inseminated into his mother. And since childhood has believe he was less then human since his consummation was so unnatural by normal standards. So for most of his childhood he thought he could hide his insecurity and doubts by being the brash, cocky, sarcastic, and foolhardy man he is today. He grew up being a punk, always disobeying his parents orders and acting in a reckless way. His parents would always try to dawn him into fine clothing and try to get him to act with some respect towards what they wanted from him and what they believed was right. Blaize willingly accepted the things his parents had offered but still acted in his foolish manor, going out late at night and doing as he wished at a young age. But, his parents, and Blaize, would find that Blaize held an amazing ability to mimic and completely copy the move or ability of another easily. His father saw him as a potentially powerful bodyguard and spy, his mother on the other hand viewed him as a threat and let her paranoia get the better of her. So his mother and father fought over him, not in the loving way parents do. But in the fashion of him as a piece of meat being auctioned off to suit their needs. Both of his parents failed to notice the Seekers who had come into New Well City to claim Blaize for the Argo Arx Arcanum Academy. His father had refused when they had come for him, believing that they were taking his one ticket to ever lasting protection. While his mother was willing to hand him over to them without any questions, mostly because of her view of him and his potentially deadly powers. Blaize fought at first, thinking that his freedom would be restricted and that it was far from fitting in properly. But as the Seekers explained to him what they would do with him at the Argo Arx Arcanum Academy, he grew more intrigued and eagerly accepted their offer. Eager to increase his power and to fully unleash his fury. [/SIZE][/COLOR] [SIZE=1][B]EDIT:[/B] Changed my character to the Sarcastic, but left the background because I thought it would explain his sarcasm.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1][B]Edit:[/B] I fixed the percentage like asked. Hope it is satisfactory otherwise.[/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name: [/B]Brother Savage (First name Kain) [B] Age:[/B] 24 [B]Nationality:[/B] ½ Native American, ½ Welsh. Savage was born in America, but was raised in Cardiff, Wales. [B] Faction:[/B] The Brotherhood of the Wolf [B]Weapons:[/B] Brother Savage uses a glaive as his primary weapon, and unlike your normal pole arm that has only one bladed side. His glaive has a blade on each side, while this proves to be an effective weapon; it is twice as more dangerous then wielding a regular glaive. Savages glaive has one blade facing one way and the other facing the opposite way, giving him a better spinning motion with his weapon. The pole itself is made of sturdy steel that keeps the weapon stable, but also has a grip covering half of the shaft and can fold up for easy carrying. His back up weapon is a blade with a wave in the blade and it looks a bit rusty, and the bindings appear to be slowly unraveling on the handle. But the blade remains sharp, and ready for battle. [B]Items:[/B] Savage carries a tribal arm band around his right arm that use to be his fathers, it has a feather with several notches in it that signifiy that the previous owner was a great warrior. Savage likes to keep it around to motivate him at all times. He also has a tribal knife, its age is about a hundred years old so it is more for show then use. He keeps it around because its been handed down through his family for several generations, from father to son. [B] Appearance:[/B] Brother Savage stands roughly about 6?1? and has lean tone with his upper body being a bit bulkier then the rest of him. His hands are scarred and calloused from the extensive training he needed and does to use his double-sided glaive. His hair is a dark brown, almost black, and is about mid back in length he usually ties it back all the time. His eyes are dark green that gives him a rather harsh look, but his face is rather young looking and he is often seen with a cleanly shaven face.The clothes he dawns are usually a black vest over a black tank top or a black long sleeve shirt. He also wears slightly baggy pants and black boots that have a metal stud on the heel and an extra strap on the side of his left boot to keep a knife if need be. [B]Personality:[/B] Savage likes to stay away from large crowds and doesn?t like people getting to close to him, and that is mostly because he doesn?t like to be touched. Other wise he can be rather friendly person, speaking in a normal tone to people and being patient even with the most stubborn of people and more often then not he is a man of reason and rational decisions. And when it comes to the truly hard decisions that would be morally wrong among normal people, he takes the leap and makes a firm decision. Letting nothing deter him from his final thought on the matter, and in battle or faced with extreme problems, he shuts away his emotions and does the two of lesser evils. Whether it be deciding on his next move, or who has to die by his hand. [B]Biography/Snippet:[/B] Savage was born in America, his father was a Cherokee living on one of the Indian Reservations. His mother was Welsh and had only arrived in the country about 5 years, with her own mother and father, before meeting Savages father. Her family is part of the Brotherhood for a century, so his mother was a rather seasoned fighter and his father was also the classic example of an honorable warrior. About a year after his father and mother had met, they got married and nine months later they gave birth to Kain. Kain was the biggest in his family, his mother also had three more children. One more boy, and two girls, all of them actually grew up into a rather normal family. His father, shortly after getting married and having Kain, joined the Brotherhood to protect his family along with his wife. When Kain turned about nine and his siblings were about a year about from each other. Making them eight, seven, and six, Kain became aware of the Brotherhood by accident. He had caught his mother and father discussing matters concerning the beast and what they were to do. They had planned to move to Wales and do their search for it there. Kain kept this to himself, not sure whether he was really going to accept the fact that his parents were hunting for a beast that was from Europe. But he didn't have to face it then, he didn't have to face it until their move to Wales. Where he lost a crucial part of his life and became an offical and permanent member of the Brotherhood. When his family moved back to Wales, they were attacked eight years after they had moved there. Kain had already confronted his parents on what he had seen and what they had talked about so long ago, but was still fresh in his memory. After that he became distant and always hid in his room and snuck out of his room often to get away from everything to clear his head. But that night, would forever change his life. Kain wasn't there that fateful night, he had snuck out of his room to see Wales at night, like he normally did, and try to get a grip on the fact that his life was being controlled and jerked around by an ancient organization that had nothing to do with him. That night, he would find out that this had far more to do with him then he realized. He returned the next morning, sneaking in quietly so as not to wake his parents. When he came to his room he found it torn apart, his mattress ripped to shreds, the walls clawed violently, lamps were thrown and shattered all over the ground and his closet had been torn through as well. He was shocked and horrified to see his room in such disarray, he left it and searched the rest of his home. Finding more then shredded furniture and destroyed lamps and walls. He found blood splattered in several parts of the house. In the kitchen, the living room, family room and a light trail leading up the stairs to the other rooms. He searched the other rooms and first went to his siblings rooms, he found one of his sisters horribly mangled and laying in her own pool of blood. Her eyes had been torn from the sockets and her tongue was removed. Her stomach has been cut open and her entrails were strewen about her room. He found his youngest sister alive and cowering in the closet. He never found his brother, he had vanished all together and there was no trace of blood from him or that he had run away. Kain's last stop was his parents room, which was the most gruesome and grizzly death he would ever see. That day he learned how to shut away his emotions and think rationally during such a terrible ordeal. He had put his sister in fauster care so that she would be able to grow up in a normal family. Kain went in search of the Brotherhood. Even though he had nothing to go on and only the use of his last name, Savage. He searched high and low for four years before they found him. They had heard about how his parents had been attacked, how his sister had been mutilated another tramutized, mabye forever, and the last was never found. They took him in and from that day forth, he has trained and worked to reach his level of strength and prowless he has. Now, he looks for his younger brother and hunts the people, or beats, that destroyed his home and his life. Ready to tear out the monsters beating heart and crush it in his hand.[/SIZE][/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]OOC: Hope thats decent Vicky.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]The Stranger followed steadily behind the undead tamer, the Mar'kol trailing behind and scouting ahead. His glowing eyes were dim as the moon struck his hat, streams of light passing through the several holes on the rim. Some of the light passed over his rough face, giving it the look of harsh and unbreakable creature that had survive decades of hardships and cruelty. Then the light faded and the face of a tamer returned, his gaze steady and set on the walking corpse in front of him. His gaze came off the tamer as he realized that they were leaving the green, fresh, and pure. And it was slowly turning into a burnt and tainted, the land was scared with burns and had the scent of death. The Stranger didn't flinch by the stench, but instead he felt comfortable in this wastland. Just as much as he felt when he was in the forest, he found this odd and rather disturbing. The stench of sulpher and death made him feel better, and stronger. This made him feel extremly disturbed and uncomfortable, he felt that he was losing his stable mind. But he quickly snapped back, setteling his mind down and relaxing enough to stay calm and focused on where he was. The fortress he had penetrated earlier that night was slowly coming into view, clearly being the source of the taint and death of the land. The closer he got to the fortress, the more aggressive and destructive the infection became. The Stranger watched as he and the little monsters around him approched the giant wooden gate of the fortress. And without so much as a word from the undead tamer, the gates slowly creaked open. The door way opening up to and open yard that was full of Mar'kol, skeletons and soldiers that were twisted and horrid looking. The Stanger thought it was due to the influence of the king and his evil magic spreading through out the land and his soldiers. The Tamer immediatly sent his Mar'kol off and they went off to do what they wanted, the undead tamer continued forward, the Stranger following behind as he noticed the creatures and the twisted bodys of the once human beings saluted, nodded and even bowed to him. He didn't understand what was happening or how these twisted beings knew who he was. But he was getting closer to the single being in the land who knows. The walking corpse took him up several different stairways and through several different corridors. The Stranger keeping a mental map of that way they were going, making up the quickest route for an easy escape if it was required. He followed the tamer for a little bit longer, then the Tamer took one more turn and brought him to a pair of iron bound wooden doors. The tamer pushed them open and took a few steps in, then stopped and stood to the side. Gestuering the Stranger to keep going. The Stranger found himself in the kings throne room, it was draped in dark taperstries of ancient battle. The death and carnage were depicted clearly, paintings of dark creatures and nightmarish beings were hung all around the room. The throne chair itself was the shape of a monsters body as the sitting part and the head was carved into the head board of stone. The Stranger walked a few more steps until he was almost in the center of the room, he turned to look at the Tamer. Who bowed his head and closed the door as he left, the Stranger looked around the room. Waiting for the King to return from where ever he had gone.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]The Stranger watched as the girl was attacked by Spreeks and Mar'kol, he watched as the new breed of the little black demons struck out at her and inflicted their horrific damage on her body and the dragons as well. He stared at the man who stepped out of the darkness and saw as the elf girl dropped her bow at the mere sight of him. His eyes glew bright and his anger took on a new fire. He was angry at the fact that this thing had destroyed his original plan. And he was gonna put this man down, for good. He dropped from the tree and made his way to the man, moving past healthy green trees and slowly moving towards the horribly burned and scarred trees. His face hard and unforgiving, his anger expressed clearly across his face. He slowly sped up his pace, going from a brisk walk to a jog, then to a run, then instantly getting on all fours. His teeth bared and his eyes glowing so bright that it gave way his position instantly, the new breed of Mar'lok moving to bar his path. The Stranger roared as he was approching the new breed, but they seemed to move out of his way, not out of fear, but as if they knew who he was. He found this odd, but quickly brushed it from his mind as the human tamer came into view. He pushed off from the ground and flew through the air, the crossbow unfolding and a bolt being let lose, hitting the human tamer directly in the head. The Stranger hit the ground on his feet and slid across the ground. Turning in mid-slide to look back at the corpse. But much the the Stranger dismay, the tamer remained standing, the bolt firmly lodged into his forehead as he turned to face the Stranger. His sharpened, sinister smile was spread broad across his face, he reached up and firmly grasped the bolt. Then yanked it out of his skull, the wound slowly piecing itself back together, the Stranger stood up straight and looked at man in front of him. [B] "Necromancer magic."[/B] The Stranger spit at the mans feet, clearly in disgust. [B] "So unnatural and disgusting to see the after affects. Who ever practices such a dark art should join the creatures they control."[/B] The man continued to smile, then bowed his head. The Stranger looked at him oddly, taking a step back, but quickly finding himself surrounded by hundreds of dark creatures. He growled then looked to the human. [B] "Why do you bow human?" "I bow because of who you are."[/B] The Stranger raised one eye brow at the man. [B] "Who am I then?"[/B] The man started to laugh, the kind of laughter that signified he had just asked a stupid question. The Stranger kept his gave on him, not flinching, even thought he could see and sense that the Mar'kol were slowly shorting the circle. The man continued to smile, then spoke to the Stranger again. [B] "You really don't know who you are. Thats very interesting, I guess you should find out then. Since there was a purpose for your scars then your sudden release into the lands. But, don't take my word for it, lets go speak to the King directly."[/B] The Stranger kept his face straight, but on the inside he was grinning proudly. He was gonna meet the very being that knew who he was, he wasn't concerned about the Mar'kol right now. All his focus was on the man in front of him, and the fact his memories would be given back. The Stranger spoke to the man ins his gruff voice. [B] "Lets go then, you first." [/B]The man nodded his head and motioned for the Mar'kol to head off another direction, they obeyed quickly. Only fiften Mar'kol were left behind with the Stranger and the human tamer. The human started walking, the Stranger a few feet behind him. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]The Stranger stood crouched in a high tree, watching the elf girl from a distance. The dragon was a bulk and sometimes its body was defined, the elf girl was barely noticable with human eyes. But the Strangers eyes could pick her out easily, he was gonna make sure she didn't do anything that would get her killed. He would stop her if she tried anything rash, the dragon would understand most likely. Being a tamer gave him a special connection with all creatures of this earth. He watched carfully, making sure she didn't escape his sight by moving behind the dragon and running off. Or by taking off, he kept his eyes on the elf girl and his ears on the rest of the land. Making sure that nothing could sneak up on him, a few moments later he heard heavy wings flapping. A second later a great hawk landed on his shoulder and whispered into his ear. The way that birds did. He grinned to himself as he heard the detailed information of Vincents plan to attack the king when he tries to assult the Haven. He would attack him when his guard was at his lowest, and the Stranger would be near by to make sure the king would tell him what he needed to know. To know who he was, what he was, and where he came from, nothing else mattered. He whispered back to the hawk and it took off. Heading back the direction it came from, his grin persisted, thoughts of finally remembering what he was and what he did before becoming nothing but a simple creature who knew nothing better then using brute force and being a cold hearted tamer that respected noone but the animals he talked to. Feeling like he was becoming something of an animal himself. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked to the dragon and the elf girl, remembering that he needed to watch her. He needed to observe how the situation was changing around him, and how much closer he was to true vengence agaisnt the thing that thought it was right to desecrate his memories.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]The Stranger ran through the corridors, resolved he would go for the elf girl first. He followed the humans instructions and ended up exactly where he was hoping, but he found it empty. Void of even the trace of human life for sometime now, but he caught the scent of blood and fire. The scent of pain and anguish was thick in the air, thicker then the smell of blood. He quickly took off another direction, following his nose to the source. He came to a stairway and climbed them slowly, crawling on all fours until he reached a point where he could see in the area. He saw the king standing over a corpse, he could see the anger and rage in the mans face, he then saw the human girl from earlier, on her knees bawling and pleading for her life. He groaned then saw Vincent on the ground, and arrow stuck through him. The Stranger growled and crawled over to him, he grabbed his clothes with his giant hand and dragged him over to the stairs. As he got to the stairs he turned and saw the girl still on her knees bawling. He called out to her. [B] "Girl!"[/B] Maura looked to where the voice came from and saw the Stranger with Vincent firmly in one hand while he was beckoning her towards him. [B] "Get over her. He needs medical attention and we can't get it here. Now move it."[/B] Maura didn't question what he was doing or saying, she moved quickly to the stairs, running down them, the Stranger following behind her with Vincent thrown over his shoulder. He looked around constantly, making sure that they didn't get ambushed by any guards. Luckly they didn't run into any and they managed to get out in time, Maura slowed down but the Stranger kept running. Telling her to keep going, he ran all the way until he was in the forest. He slowed down and halted all together, getting deep in the forest under the cover of darkness. Maura was out of breathe but the Stranger was breathing normally and setting Vincent down and stnading up striaght, Maura had a dark look on her face. [B] "Why are you helping us? Don't you want to kill him?"[/B] The Stranger turned around and looked at her with his glowing green eyes, his hat tilting slightlyover his face. [B] "Yes, I do want to kill him. But he needs to live for me to kill him, and like I said hours ago. I live by a code, he needs to get better and then I can kill him. Now, get ready to cover his mouth."[/B] Maura looked at him oddly then hussled over to where he was, the Stranger placed his boot on his chest and grabbed the arrow. He gripped it tight and without warning tore it out of Vincent, he started to wail when Maura clapped her hand over his mouth quickly. The Stranger examined the arrow for a moment then dropped it. He sighed. [B] "Good, you can take your hand awya now."[/B] Maura removed it slowly, Vincent was out cold. The Stranger spoke again. [B] "Now I need you to hide him and yourself, from what I could see, Vincent and yourself are in danger. Now, use whatever connections you have with your tamed creatures, i'll call one of mine and he'll watch you until he wakes up."[/B] The Stranger stood up striaght and roared, this time a more wild sound. He waited a few moments then spotted the shape of a nimble creature moving towards them, a few seconds later a tiger appeared. Moving up to the Stranger and sat down, the Stranger got on one knee and bowed fully. The Tiger nodded its head, the Stranger stood up striaght. Maura had a look of shock on her face. [B] "A tiger! What the hell is that doing here?"[/B] The Stranger looked to Maura. [B] "This is my oldest friend, after what your lover here did to me four years ago. I roamed the land endlessly, nearly died until he found me. He was the first creature I could say I tamed, in a sense. He goes by his own will when things are done, but he always comes when I call. He will watch you carfully, he is very strong and smart. Now, I must be going. I'll be back for him."[/B] With that said, the Stranger took off, running like the tiger to Heoul home base. Trying to find out what conspired there.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]The Stranger stalked the side of the mountain, mualing over what Vincent had told him. He knew Vincent was a murderous dog and should be gutted, but he wasn't a liar, and the look in his eyes betrayed something deep inside he didn't want to show. The Stranger could see that much, not even the fatigue of running at least fifty miles in one day could fool him. He slowed down until he came to a complete halt, he looked around in the dark, checking for any sign of the enemy. He then looked staight off into the darkness and roared, loud enough that it echoed through out the forest. He then waited, pressed up against the wall of the mountain, for something to appear from the darkness. And in a matter of moments, he saw several glowing eyes then they vanished. moments later, several shaggy forms walked from the darkness. It was a pack of greay and white wolves, the Stranger smiled and kneeled down on one knee and bowed his head. The wolves bowed their heads to him as well. He stood up then walked over to one of the wolves, a gruff looking one that had a scar across one of his eyes that was slightly glazed over. The Stranger took of his hat and put it over his chest, showing his misty brown hair. He spoke to the wolves in a guttral voice, asking them if they would do him a favor. The lead wolf nodded his head once, the Stranger grinned and asked them to scout a head. Three of the wolves took off instantly, heading off into the darkness. The Stranger looked off into the darkness and waited for anything to happen, hoping the wolves would return with news, or return at all. A few moments later, that seemed like an eternity, the wolves returned. A bit dirtier then when they started but appeared to be fine. The wolves walked up to the leader, and relyed their information through a series of guttral and harsh speech. The leader then turned to the Stranger, spoke to him of a passage way ahead, hidden from outsiders. They told him to follow his nose and look carfully, use his sharp sense to find his way, the Stranger nodded. He placed his hat back on head and bowed his head once more. The wolf leader bowed and they turned and took off into the darkness, the Stranger went further down the wall. Sniffing until he found what he was looking for, he moved up to the wall and searched it until he hit something that caused the stone to move. He smiled to himself and bolted in, the door closing behind him. He stayed low and on all fours, wanting to catch anyone crossing through this passage way off guard. And, lucky for him, someone was wlaking through the passage way when they tripped over him and fell flat on their face. The Stranger jumped right on top of him and held him down, bring his crossbow up to the mans face. The Stranger held a stern face while the other was still confused on what happened. The Stranger began to speak. [B] "Wheres the tortuer room from here?" [/B]The man looked around confused a bit more, the Stranger put pressuer on his cheat. Enough to where some of his ribs were about to crack from the weight. The man groaned then spoke quickly. [B] "Alright, go down this corridor. Take a left and then take a second right, can't miss it."[/B] The Stranger looked down the dim corridor, then looked down at the man under him. The crossbow bolt touching his face. [B] "You better not be lieing to me, because if you are. I'll come back and crush your chest in, now, where do the dragons nest in here?"[/B] The man shook his head. [B] "I can't tell you that, if anyone found out I spoke of it, the king would kill me!" "I'll kill you if you don't tell me! Now where do they nest?"[/B] The man started to breath heavily, looking aorund frantically. [B] "Alright, they are deep in the mountain. You can find it easy, don't kill me please."[/B] The Stranger grinned and stood up, keeping the bolt pointed at him. [B] "You are a pathetic human, no wonder I don't like your kind."[/B] The Stranger folded his crossbow back up and took off into the corridor. As he ran he thought to himself which he should go to first, save the elf girl. Or eliminate the dragons of the riders, he fought with himself as he ran through the corridors.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]The Stranger watched as Vincent and a new person arrived, he growled to himself and watched as the dragon circled around. He stood up straight and fixed his hat, then walked out into the light. Vincent looking at him unsuprised, the other jumped up instantly and was ready for battle. The Stranger walked towards them until he was ten feet away. Stranger looked to the scout first. [B] "I don't want you. I want him."[/B] The Stranger changed his gaze to Vincent as he said it and pointed as well. Vincent looked straight into the Strangers glowing eyes. [B] "I've already said that what I have done is unforgivable, neither of us will ever forget it. But you had better rethink anything you are about to do."[/B] The Stranger growled at him. [B] "I need to worry about nothing, the elf girl is of no consequence to me. You owe me a lifetime worth of memories, people call me Stranger because I can't remember my own name. And unless you can give them back to me, nothing anyone can say or do will deter me from killing you."[/B] The human woman moved in front of him, she had no weapons in her hand, but the Stranger could feel the presence of magic and smell it on her. He still did not move from his spot. [B] "My conflict is not with you, it is with him. Now get out of the way, we need to settle this."[/B] She didn't move and was in a fighting stance, but she stood up straight when a hand was placed on her shoulder. She turned to see Vincents hand on her shoulder. [B] "He's right, this is between me and him. Don't get involved."[/B] She moved out of the way as he moved up a little, he stopped holding himself up and gave the appearance of working at one hundred percent. The Stranger got a lowered position, like an animal ready to pounce. His claws extended, he bared his teeth at Vincent and was ready to strike. That was, until he took a sniff of the air and smelled blood, he looked harder and saw a dark stain on Vincent shirt. The Stranger stopped baring his teeth and stood up straight, he lowered his hands and sighed heavily. He looked to the rider and kept his face blank, he sighed once more and then began to speak. [B]"I may want to kill you, but I do live by a code of honor. And with you bleeding like that, this would be a quickly fight. I would recieve no satisfaction from that."[/B] The Stranger turned to his left and started wlaking off in the direction of the Rebels hide out. He reached the edge of the forest and stopped, he turned abck around and pointed at Vincent.[B] "Next time we meet, your mine."[/B] And with that said, the Stranger bolted off into the darkness, running on all fours to get their faster. He had made the choice to join this war, and he was gonna make damn sure that he was on the opposing side of the Hell rider.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]The Stranger growled to himself, his eyes glowing brighter as he watched Aoki dispatch several hell dragon riders. He watched as him and his sister aruged about the dragon rider they let escape, he watched as the sister shot and arrow at her own brothers feet. He kept his face blank and hard, he was in no mood for any sort of joke right now, especially after finding the man who had tortuered him so long ago. His mind surguing with thoughts of ripping the rider apart. He saw Aoki's sister run off into the darkness, he immediatly started after her. Not caring if she shot at him, only caring if she took him to the rider. He felt a hand grab his shoulder, he turned his head too see Aoki grabbing his shoulder. [B] "Don't follow her, you might end up with an arrow in your head."[/B] The Stranger shook off his hand and continued forward. He knew the dangers of this, but he knew the reward for doing what he desired. He would follow her, he would watch them for as long as he could stand, then strike. He moved into the dark forest and ran on two legs, sniffing the air to keep track of the elf girl. He manuvered through the thick coverage, staying at a slow pace to keep noise to a minimum. He did his best to keep the glow of his eyes dim and almost unnoticable, but it was rather difficult due to the anger surging through his vains. He kept his hat low over his face and soon found himself in a ghost village, this would provide maximum coverage. He worked his way around the trees and came to an abandonded house, he snuck his way in and found a good vantage point. He settled himself down and watched as the elf girl approched the Hell rider. He was gonna keep his eyes open, ready for the perfect oppertunity to strike, and to rid himself of this man.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]The Stranger raced through the forest, heading toward the mountain he had been told to go by the Mar'kol. His arm still burned lightly from the wounds the creature had invoked earlier. His eyes searching quickly and endlessly, looking for any sign of life at all, he had noticed earlier that all the night time creatures had just vanished. No mroe sounds or movements, which made it rather unsetteling for anyone to be stuck in the silence. He raced to the edge of the forest, trying to find the source of the distortion in the forest, what was causing the things of the night to remain silent. He came to the edge of a ridge and saw thousands of people and Mar'kols marching, running and charging in the same direction. Frantically looking for something that seemed to be very important to the whole, he growled and cut back, going down the ridge and sneaking to one side of the large force. He hid in the thick brush, ready to snatch someone he believe could give him the answers he needed. He soon spotted a rather gaunt man, walking off a little to the side with his nose held to the air and the look of someone who knew what was going on, that was the man the Stranger would grab. He grinned to himself and worked his way up, waiting for him to reach the right point. When he did, the Stranger jumped out quickly and placed one of his large hands over the mans mouth and pulled him down into the brush. He brought his other hand up to the mans neck and placed his claws on the major artery, he then spoke into the mans ear, harsh and quietly. [B] "You scream i'll kill you. You call for help, i'll kill you. If you lie to me while I ask you questions I will kill you. Am I understood?"[/B] The man nodded quickly and with fear in his eyes, the Stranger pulled his hand from his mouth but kept his claws close to his neck.[B] "Now, who are you?" "I am a necromancer." "Where are these forces going?"[/B] The man hesitated for a few seconds, the Stranger pushed his claws into his neck, poking the tender flesh. The necromancer spoke quickly. [B] "We are spliting up to find a dragon egg, the King wants it very badly." [/B]The Strangers eyes glew a bit brighter. He smiled to himself as he thought about the prospects of finding this dragons egg, it would be interesting taming such a beast. He looked back to the necromancer, he spoke into the mans ear. [B] "Thank you for your help, Now, which way is the egg suppose to be?"[/B] The necromancer pointed off into the forest, his arm and hand shaking in fear for his life. The Stranger looking off into the darkness, smiling to himself then looking back to the necromancer. Speaking into his ear. [B] "Now, I will leave. Thank you for your help, but I cannot let you tell anyone I was here, so goodnight."[/B] And with one claw he cut the mans major artery and vocal cords. He dropped the bleeding body and took off into the forest. Running on all fours to get there as fast as possible, trying to out run the forces behind him. He soon saw a village up ahead, his sharp vision catching the shapes of large creatures and their wings, with smaller figuers by them. He slid to a halt and stayed on the edge of the forest, he saw as one of the riders took off into the air. The female elf he had seen earlier had to look of anger and sadness written all over her face, the male elf was obvious furious. The Stranger had recognized the rider that flew away, remembering him very clearly and vividly. Anger flaring up inside of him at the memory of what he had done to the Stranger long ago. The Stranger grinded his, then roared as loud as he could. Making such a terrible sound that it made the people standing in the village jump then look into the forest, the dragons even looking into the forest to see what could possible make such a horrible sound. He straightened himself out and walked into the visible light, his face blank but his eyes filled with anger and hate. He fist were clenched and his eyes looking to both the riders. He spoke in a harsh and rage filled voice. [B] "Which one of you let him go? Who let that man fly away?"[/B] The Stranger looked swiftly to each of the elves, seeing the gold egg on the elf males dragon but ignoring for now. He wanted answers and wanted them now.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]The Stranger looked at the elf, suspisious of what his intentions were and also cautious. He nodded his head, and looked into the others green eyes as well. The Strangers eyes glowing brighter in the darkened hall. He spoke to the elf before moving. [B] "No need to worry about me crossing your sword. But, I must extend the same warning. If I see any of your men following me, or try to trap me again. I'll kill them, and send you their heads."[/B] Aoki had a smile on his face, The stranger kept his face blank. Aoki nodded. [B] "Fair trade. Now, you are free to go."[/B] The Stranger walked past him, looking forward at the terrified man. As soon as the Stranger was within a few feet of him the man started walking, moving outside to where a few horse stood. Five men came up and sattled their horses, The Stranger roled his shoulders and sniffed the air one more time. Remebering the scent of this place if and when he was to return. He had also caught the scent of the female elf, he looked around and spotted her as she was staring at the failing light. He grinned and then looked to the frightened men, he signeled he was ready and the men took off. The Stranger speeding after them, first on two feet, then as he reached maximum speed on his two feet he went down on all fours and took off. Passing and dodging through the trees, his green eyes focusing on the task at hand, his speed matched that of the men on the horses, then he passed them. Seeing he was more agile then the horses or even the humans, he kept his eyes ahead. Sniffing the air constantly to see if any familiar scents would return to him, and soon enough, that is exactly what happened. He recognized a certin scent and quickly changed his angle of approch, slightly skidding across the soft grass. He bolted off in another direction and slowled down as he came to a clearing, sliding all the way to the middle. He stood up right and turned around, seeing the faint images of the humans and their steeds in the distance, he chuckled to himself and turned forward once more. He got down on both knees and bent his head all the way to the ground, he then started to sniff furiously and restlessly. He needed to find the scent quickly before it faded completely and the Mar'lok was lossed to him, he crawled on the ground as he sniffed the ground, closing his eyes to get a better chance of finding it. A few seconds later he pin pointed the scent and stood up straight, he smiled triumphantly and turned to the men who had just come. He waved them to come closer. [B] "Come here." [/B]The men trodded over to him and he took a deep whiff of the air, they backed up as he did that. He exhaled deeply and grinned. [B] "Good, now. If any of you follow me i'll know. And I will kill you if I find you are following me. Now go back to where you came."[/B] The men nodded and took off, the Stranger turned back, his eyes growing brightly in the darkness. He took off into the darkness of the trees, running on all fours, sniffing the air every step of the way. Hunting furiously for the Mar'lok that the humans had kept him from, he traveled several miles before finally tireing and having to stop. He panted for a bit as he leaned against a tree, he rested for about 15 minutes before he set off again. His green glowing eyes searching the darkness, the moon providing a little bit of light. Enough to show him that something was following him, something in the sky. When he discovered that, he instantly took cover in the darkness of a tree. He looked carfully into the sky, easily spotting a winged creature floating in the sky. He could see it was far to big to be a bird, and he could see scales. He growled under his breathe and unfolded his crossbow, he didn't recognize the scally creature from his former captuers. He held his crossbow out and fired a bolt, quickly reloding then watching as the bolt passed through the wing of the creature. It roared and the Stranger took aim once more, this time launching the bolt straight into its throat. The creature dropped from the sky, spiraled down and smashed right into the ground. The Stranger rushed over to the downed creatuer, ready to finish it off if it put up more of a fight. He spotted it, but also spotted the Mar'lok he was hunting. He hid quickly and slowly snuck up behind it, he positioned himself behind it in some brush and readied himself. A few seconds later he lunged from the brush and tackled the Mar'lok, throwing the Mar'lok into a tree then quickly rushing over and grabbing the back of its neck and pushing it up agaisnt the tree. Its face firmly planted against the bark and its deadly claws away from him. It scratched at the tree and scretched, trying to struggle free. The Stranger held his grip tight and pulled a collar from his belt, he snapped it around the Mar'loks neck and let go. The Mar'lok fell to the ground and turned aroudn to face the Stranger, it moved up to him and bowed its head. Its dark little eyes looking at him blankly, he Stranger grinned. [B] "Hope the collar holds long enough. They have such strong minds for being simple monsters."[/B] He turned back to fallen flying creatuer and noticed a human arm protruding from under a massive wing, he moved over to the dragon and lifted the wing. He pulled the human out and found the humans face was frozen in a screaming position. The mouth opened wide and the eyes wide open, he didn't pay attention to it. He noticed the insignia immediatly, recognizing it as the one the elves had but different at the same time. He huffed and turned to the Mar'lok that was still staring at him, he motioned for him to come to his side and it obeyed. The Stranger bent down to the corpse and cut off the insignia from his skin with his claws and handed it to the Mar'lok. [B] "Tell me where this insignia came from."[/B] The Mar'lok stared at it then pointed off towards a mountain in the distance. One where the darkest clouds gathered, marking the presence of something dark and truely evil. The Stranger groaned. [B] "Dammit, now there is a whole other side to worry about hunting me. This is no good, Mar'lok. Got and scout out for me."[/B] He listened for the footsteps of the Mar'lok, but found that it didn't make a sound. He turned to see if it had left but it still stood there. Its eyes regaining the crazed look of a true Mar'lok, his fist clenching and the piece of flesh ripping apart in its hand. The collar snapped and fell to the ground, it instantly lunged for the Stranger. The Stranger reacted quickly but not fast enough to avoid being cut across his left arm but its claws. The Stranger struck back without letting the pain affect him, it turned jsut as he was swiping with his hand. Ripping the Mar'loks face off with his claws alone, bones cracked and buckled under the power of his swipe. The Mar'lok fell over dead, its face gone and black blood polling under the body. The Stranger growled as he held up his arm and looked at the damage. He lowered his arm and growled once more,picking up the collar and secureing it to his belt once more, and this time, taking off in the direction of the dark mountain. Curious to see what was causing this sort of distortion in the woods and creating these Mar'loks.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]The Stranger looked up at the elf, taking quick sniffs of the air to see if anything was wround. Always better to check then to be dead, he thought as he grinned and peaked from under his hat. Examining the anxious look on his face and the way the dragon stared at him coldly. He smiled this time, then spoke. [B] "I've heard a little bit of the attacks. Nothing that was hard a solid, but the Mar'kol armies. Now that is something I know of." [/B]Aoki's eyes lit up, the Stranger could see it clearly and was satisfied with waiting for the elf to speak first. Several seconds passed before the elf spoke in and anxious voice. [B] "Well, what do you know?"[/B] The Strangers smiled faded and he looked at him with a cold face, remembering the monsters and the amount of them. Remembering the force they had, he spoke in a dark tone. [B] "There are many of them, far to many for a tamer like me, or any tamer, to even consider controling. They are vicious and seem to lack even the most simplest form of mercy. I was tracking one when your human lackies caught me."[/B] The Stranger had a mean look on his face as he looked over to the humans around him, staring each of them down. The elf spoke to him in a more urgent and questionining tone. [B] "You were tracking one! Can you find him and the rest of the army?" [/B]The Stranger kept staring at the humans, making them feel scared and uncomfrotable. Doing what he could to show them that they had made a mistake in ever crossing his path, completely ignoring the question. Aoki found this rather irritating like his sister, and spoke in a harsher tone. [B] "Stranger, can you track him to the rest of the army?" [/B]The Stranger still ignoring him, soon the human rider spoke up, speaking in a loud and demanding tone. [B] "Stranger! Aoki asked you a question!" [/B]The Stranger turned back to them, looking at the human. Looking at her with a cold face. [B] "Don't give me orders human, I know he asked me a question. And I will anwser when I believe I should."[/B] The Stranger changed his gaze to Aoki and spoke again. [B] "Possibley, the scent might now be gone since I don't know how long it has been since I have been unconsious And I don't know how far I am from the last place I sniffed him out. So it will be very difficult."[/B] The Stranger kept his gaze on Aoki and Requiem, watching them both carfully as he waited for what they would do.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]The clouds covered most of the sky, some of them white and looking as if to just block the sun and give shade. Other clouds had a menicing look to them of threatining to pour rain down on any that dare provoke it. The Stranger didn't care what the wheather threw at him, he was tracking, and nothing was gonna get in his way. He put one knee to the ground and used his right hand with the folded up crossbow to feel the ground, touching the foot print in front of him. He looked up, his hat shading his face from the sun trying to break through the dense cloud coverage. His green eyes slightly glowing in the dim light, a grin was peaking out from the left side of his mouth. He stood up and took off, running on two legs so that he coudl watch for other creatures as well as the one he was hunting. No need to get killed by a hungry predator if he wasn't it. He soon took to the trees, digging his claws into the bark and pushing off with his boots. He leaped from tree trunk to tree trunk, stopping every now and then to take a deep breath of air through his nostrils. Finding the correct scent, then continuing his advancment. Looking through the brush on the ground as he moved, sniffing the air. He soon found a spot that was rich with the scent, he dropped to the ground and stood on two feet. Walking slowly into a clearing the scent had taken him to. He looked around form under his hat [B] "Where are ya, ya quick bastered?"[/B] He took a few more steps and was about to get in the middle of the clearing when he heard something trip. A large net sprang up from under him and caught him lighting fast, he roared like a lion as he thrashed in the net. He turned on his belly, his hat tilting back as he looked through the net holes, he saw people darting from the forest and running under him. Looking straight up at him, he growled and cut a few of the net ropes with his claws. He then stuck his right arm through the hole and the crossbow unfolded, a switch unfolded into his hand. A bolt already set in the crossbow, he hit the switch quickly and sent the bolt straight into one of the humans heads. The human feel to the ground, blood pooling on the ground as the rest stared at the corpse, then their faces turning to anger. They cut the ropes on the net and the Stranger came tumbling down, he stood up instantly and charged the humans, the crossbow folding back up and he was down on all fours, running like a mad beast. The humans drawing their swords but all too late, he bulldozed them over like bowling pins, letting the sheer force of his three hundred and ten pound body, plus the speed he was getting to, do all the damage. He ran all the way until he was coming up to a tree, that is when he leaped into, twisted in mid-air, landed on it with feet forst, then pushed off from it. Running the way he came, straight into another trap. This time getting hit with several darts, ten to be exact. And he went down, tumbling like a sack of bricks. He passed out as he saw his hat sitting next to him. He woke up as he was being dragged through a great hall, his vision hazey at first then cleared up slowly. He could see his hat settled on top of one of the people dragging him, both people dragging him seemed to be having a hard time doing it. He grinned to himself and let himself droop more, making it more difficult for these humans to carry him. The soon dragged him into a meeting room with two other people, both showing clearly they were elves and both riders. He was releaved to see two creatures that were more sensible then these humans were. They brought him close enough to the elves before letting him go, he fell to his knees but stood up steadily. He looked over to the human with his hat on, glaring hard at him. Then pointed at him with one of his clawed fingers. [B] "Thats my hat their, give it back before I have to take it back."[/B] The human smirked and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. He smiled at the Stranger then spoke to him. [B] "How are you going to take it from me if your dead?"[/B] The Stranger grinned, he quickly grabbed the humans right arm and brought him down to the ground. While at the same time bring up his crossbow to the back of his head, a steel tip lightly touching the back of his spine. The Stranger held the man down firmly as he struggled to get loose. He grinned and then leaned down, speaking into the humans ear. [B] "I'll take my hat back now."[/B] The human reached up with his left hand, took off the hat and placed it on the Strangers head. The Stranger pushed him away, he adjusted the hat and folded up the crossbow, he turned to the two elves and the dragons that they each had with them. He looked up at them, and they looked back at him. The female elf spoke first. [B] "Who are you and what is your name?" [/B]The Stranger looked a them both, observing quickly, picking his words carfully. He tilted a little in his stance, sticking his thumb through a loop on his belt. [B] "Names are for friends, so no name, every one just calls me, 'The Stranger'."[/B] The elves looked at each other then back to the Stranger. The Male elf spoke this time. [B] "What were you doing in the forest?" "Tracking."[/B] The male raised and eye brow at him. [B] "Tracking what?" "What I want."[/B] The female spoke next. [B] "What do you do?"[/B] The Stranger started to look around the great hall, looking at what was something rahter interesting and amazing to him. The elves could see he was no longer paying attention, the female elf seem to be really irritated by it. She gave a look of anger and spoke again in a harder voice with her piercing eyes. [B] "Stranger! What do you do?"[/B] The Stranger turned from looking around and started into her eyes, finding himself fasinated with them. He observed around him and saw that everyone else seem to cower in fear, he smiled and looked to the elves again. [B] "I'm a tamer."[/B] The Stranger then looked around again, marveling at the skill it must have taken to make this. He would occasionaly glance back at the elf girl and her eyes, finding they were more interesting then anything in the room was. He was thinking she would make a good ally.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name: [/B]Doesn?t like to give it out, so everyone just calls him ?The Stranger?. [B]Age:[/B] Unknown [B]Race:[/B] Unknown [B] Side:[/B] Neutral [B] Specifaction:[/B] Tamer [B]Bio:[/B] Little to nothing is known about the Stranger, he just appeared one day out of the blue. He keeps to himself unless he talks to others to get what he needs out of them, the time he has spent in all the local areas has revealed a rather forceful and intimidating creature which would suggest he has lived in a rather harsh environment, before coming to the Impire and Rebel door steps. [B] Appearance: [/B][url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/Stranger-hero.jpg] The Stranger. [/URL] [B]Weapons:[/B] The crossbow on his right arm,his keen sense and his sheer power and speed. Running on two legs he can achieve a speed of 15 mph, but his arms and legs are the same length and the shape of his bone structure allows him to run like a four legged animal. And in that stance he can achieve a speed of 45 mph. [B] Personality:[/B] The Strangers personality is unique but also common in his mind. He is aggressive but can also be gentle and is very observant, noticing things that most would miss if they weren?t looking for it. He keeps to himself unless he wants something, and he only response about 25% of the time when someone talks to him. He is an emotionless and logical being, he looks at things from a cold point of view. Always doing what is necessary of him and nothing more. When he does talk, he gets straight to the point, doesn?t play games with peoples minds or manipulate his words to confuse others. He says exactly what he is going to say and nothing more.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Pe Ell smirked at Jakes question, he stuffed the two bugs into his pocket and pulled out Stiehl and looked Jake in the eyes. [B] "Yup, killed her quick. A lot faster then the guards, so don't worry about if she suffered. And you should remember that no matter how beautiful they are, i'll still kill them." [/B]Jake grinned and shook his head. [B] "Will do, but she was a pretty one."[/B] Pe Ell smiled and moved over to a group of men, telling them they were coming with him and that they would need any weapons they could find. He collected six men and only three of them had to break off the group and grab weapons off a few corpses. They returned quickly and Pe Ell motioned them forward, they went off to the barricade. Shortly after they found the barricade he felt eyes following him and the group of men, one of them called out to him. [B] "Pe Ell, what do you want us to do?"[/B] Pe Ell looked at him then looked around, seeing two main corridors heading in opposite directions. He pointed to three of the men and told them to go one way, then motioned for the other three to go the other way. They were ordered to clear out anyone left behind, they took off to their post. Pe Ell held Stiehl in his hand tight, he then slipped into the shadows and manuvered outside. Knowing he would recieve heavy resistance if he didn't work silently and efficently. He was outside soon and saw several guards and armed forces stantioned around the Colusiem. He smirked, he could see a blind spot that was heavily covered and easily penterable. He went for it, melting into the shadows and moving past several guards, resisting the urge to kill them since they would be eays but it would alert the rest of the forces, and there were far to many for even a skilled killer like himself to kill all of them without dying himself. He soon reached the blind spot and quickly and quietly killed the guards, hiding their bodies so that they could not bee seen unless stepped on. He worked his way to a group of tanks that were in a ready postion to fire if their ground troops were over run. He snuck up on them and planted the bug with minimal sound, then moved oin to another and planted it with little sound again. He went back the way he did before but found he was blocked off this time by a squad of armed men. Inspecting the bodies on the ground, Pe Ell could see a faint impression of a boot print on one of the corpses. [I] 'I guess they really did step on them. This hinders my progress a little bit.'[/I] He backed up into the darkness and readied himself for a quick fight, when he heard gun shots suddenly go off. The squad turned and bolt off into the direction of the weapons fire, Pe Ell took advantage of this a took off to where he had come from. Quickly glancing in the direction of the gun shoots. Seeing the group of men he had taken, he smirked and disappeared.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Kain Draven [B]Codename:[/B] Achilles [B]Age:[/B] 27 [B]Origin:[/B] Greece [B]Weapons:[/B] Twin blades, one bronze, the other steel. Both having intricate designs on the handle that works it way up the blade until it about 6 inches from the tip, if both swords are lined up side-by-side then the designs line up and form the Cube of Metatron. A shaped consisting of 13 circles and seventy-eight lines connect them. One circle is in the center, six circles surround the middle circle, and six more circles touch end to end with the previous circles. Looks something like [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/metatcubebwlogo.gif] this. [/URL] [B]Armour:[/B] He wears a simple bronze breast plate with armguards, grieves, and helmet and a shield that is placed on his back and rarely is worn on his arm. [B]Victories:[/B] 8 [B]Defeats:[/B] 4 [B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/markcopy.jpg] Kain, [/URL] except both eyes are blue, and those are his clothes outside of the arena and he doesn?t use those weapons. [B] Personality:[/B] Kain is a rather complex individual; he keeps his emotions in check and doesn?t express any hostility towards angels, but deeply despises them. He never has anything against those he fights against in the arena, but does take some deep satisfaction in eliminating angels from the arena. He goes by the strict policy of ?Kill or be killed.? And he exercises it every day. And even though he is the usual killer of the arena, he wins by calculating each move and thinking before charging head first into any battle. And when he can, he will lurk in the shadows and listen to what other say. Everybody says it is rude, he says it is a necessary means to get intelligence. He sometimes prefers to be alone when he can, he socializes, but not enough to reveal to much. [B]Biography:[/B] Kain was born and raised on one of the many greek know as Ithaki, and since he was born during the time of angels ruleing the world, he was forced from a very young age to fight. His father, Peleus, was and excellent fighter and taught his son everything. Showing him how to use a blade properly, which points to hit on the body to either cripple them or kill them. And Kain took to this quite quickly, learning it and mastering it while he was 15. His mother, however, showed him the wonders of Ithaki. Showing and tell him that he should respect all living things around him, even if he hated them. His mother taught him hwo to use his brain, how to think things through and how to calculate each move, almost to an exact science. But shortly after his parents had taught him what they could, and only at the age 20 he was taken away and sent to Rome, where is forced to battle it out with anyone and everything. He still relys heavily upon his parents teaching to get him through each battle, but it has proved to be something that can be effective and precise in most situations. Not all of them, jsut enough to get him through. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Hmm, this is interesting. I think I'll take a shot at this. Never had an underwater experince but I did have this really weird one in 4th grade I believe it was. There was this kid who was always pissed off for some reason, and he always acted out so he always got suspended and then he would come back and a week later it would happen again. But anyways, this kid had been sharpening these pair of scissors all day. No the little child safe ones, but the regular ones. And he had been sharpening that badboy so he could go and stab one of my friends, I really don't know why but he was gonna do it. So he starts walking up to my friend, scissors in hand, ready to do his damage. But, lucky for my friend, I came along and blocked his one path to get my friend. So this kids plan changes, he decideds to stab me first then go for my friend. He walks up and pushes these scissors into my side, I feel the points cut through my shirt and break skin. So by reflex I snatched him by the throat and squeezed, he ends up dropping the scissors and I keep squeezing. Was way to pissed that he was trying to kill me to really let go, then had like three guys pull me off. So you can say it was a bad day for both of us.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Peter stood behind Remy as he relaxed in a chair and watched as Kurt was speaking to Kitty in his rather thick German accent, but it seem to just anger Kitty more and more. He spotted Oriel giggling as the conversation continued, Peter sighed as he placed his hand on Remy's shoulder. Remy looked back and up at Peter, Peter lowered his head so he was closer to Remy. [B] "Shouldn't we stop this, before anything gets broken or something?"[/B] Remy shook his head.[B] "This is way too much fun to just break up. Let them fight it out, it will be more interesting."[/B] Remy turned back to the fight between Kitty and Kurt and Peter stood up straight, standing at full height, towering over Remy as he observed the conflict between X-men. He shook his head. [I] 'We're not suppose to fight each other, we are suppose to be friends and get along. I'm sure if we were in Russia and it was winter time, they would be hugging each other like they were all gonna die.'[/I] Peter though to himself as he continued to watch the conflict, eventually he patted Remy on the shoulder and moved forward. Remy looked at him like ' you are going to ruin the fun'. Peter walked to the couch, moving in fornt of Kitty and obscuring her sight of Kurt. He looked at Kitty then to Kurt and started to speak. [B] "Now Kitty, just relax. No need to get mad at Kurt. I'm sure whatever he did he didn't mean to do it."[/B] Kurt nodded his blue head quickly, Kitty's face still holding the mean look she had. Peter looked down at her, then up at Kurt. [B] "Kurt, come down and apologize."[/B] Kurt complied without a word, he slipped off the ceiling and stood behind Peter. Peter looked down at Kitty as he slowly moved out of the way of Kurt. Kurt walked up slowly and looked at Kitty. Peter watched carfully to make sure that Kitty's anger was subsiding. Peter waited patiently so see if he was still required.[/SIZE][/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]OOC: Sorry it took me so long, something happened to my interenet today and I couldn't get on.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]This is very interesting; I think I'll have a go. I personally liked idea two and idea four. I liked the second idea because angel was one of my favorite television series and Ghostbusters is a freaking great movie. And for the same reasons of it being filled with a lot of plot twists with their personal lives involved. And I liked the fourth idea because it has pirates and who doesn't love pirates, but it also sounds like it would be a fun and interesting rp idea and I would defiantly join. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]The wind whipped around Carthage as he made his way across the ruined land. He was heading home to Falcon's Nest when he had spotted a Crimson Blayze support wagon moving the same way he was, at that point, he started to stalk the wagon. Following it everyday for about three days, watching them close during the day and even closer at night. Observing their guard routes, numbers, training as they did to keep themselves sharp. He smiled to himself as the night fell over the camp and they set up camp, this support wagon was close enough to Raven's Eye that they would have been spotted by the others. Or at least their position was now known and the others would be coming, he knew Ametite and James would be coming. Along with James' group of blank faced creatures. All Carthage had to do was wait, wait until the horses stirred. Carthage waited a few hours, remaining in his position until his oppurtunity presented itself to him. Soon enough, he saw the horses stir and the men began to run out to them, Carthage didn't wait to see what the others would do, he just went right to work. Pulling out Stiehl right away and then pulling out a simple knife, he bolted into the camp, keeping his stealth even though the camp around him was going thought extreme turmoil. He quickly struck out at the first person that passed by, lashing out so fast the guard didn't realize his neck had been cut open. His brain still was catching up to the events, the guard then fell over with his eye open wide. Carthage then went furhter into the camp, avoiding the men falling from the sky and the limbs that were torn from a body. He moved swiftly, lashing out lightining fast at any who dare draw close enough and were foolish enough to leave their bodys open to attack. Carthage eventually found an officer who seemed to have some battle experience, judging by the scars on his arms and face. Carthage placed his simple knife away and then used his free hand to remove the lower half of his mask. He tucked it away in his sash then pulled off the hood that covered the top part of his head, revealing sliver hair that was tucked into it. It came to about mid-back. His red eyes stared hard at the officer, he fangs peaking over his lips. The officer grew uncomfortable with his and charge Carthage. Carthage evaded, ducking under the blow and slicing open the officers right arm as he passed over him. The officer slowed and turned back toward him, bleeding freely from his new wound. And looked as if he wasn't noticing it or felt it at all. Carthage didn't let this discourge him, he knew the human body could only take a few more blows such as that before the pain destroyed him. Carthage struck out at him first this time, swiftly moving at him, not doing it directly. But was surely getting closer to the other man, and as quickly he had raced toward the man he cut the juggular in his throat. Leaving nothing but a red line where his blade had entered and exited. He stood behind the man now, the Crimson Blayze officer fell over and his eyes were dead. Blood began to pool around him.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Pe Ell stalked the shadows, watching as he moved effortlessly through the shadows while maintaing his silent steps. His sharp eyes watching for the guards passing by, twelve guards had already fallen by his blade, and several more were going to fall today. He soon came across another guard, his back to the shadows. [I] 'Easy prey.'[/I] Pe Ell thought as he moved silently up behind him, he pulled out Stiehl and quickly stabbed it into the guards spine and brought it all the way up until it exited the back of the guards skull. The guard fell to the ground without making a sound, Pe Ell moved on from the corpse. He continued this circuit, eliminating guard after guard. By the time he had reached the next street 27 guards lay dead behind him, Pe Ell was disappointed at this point. So few guards were around, and his need to kill was far from being content. Pe Ell soon heard someone rushing down the road, he hid quickly and waited so see who was coming. A few moments pass and he saw a young woman stop near him, searching for soemthing. She slowly back up towards the building, Pe Ell came out quickly and brought Stiehl up to her throat as his other arm came around as well. He spoke to the now frightened girl. [B] "Why are you here?"[/B] She hesitated for a moment, then spoke. [B] "I was sent to find someone and deliver a message." "Who are you looking for?" "Someone named Pe Ell." "That is me. Now what is the message?" "Open the gates."[/B] Pe Ell brought the blade tighter against her throat, insulted that anyone would give him orders. [B] "Who gave you this message?" [/B]His voice holding irritation in it, the girls eyes started to well up with tears. [B] "Jake sent me."[/B] She said as she tried to hold back from crying, Pe Ell then understood who would give him orders. He smiled to himself. [B] "About damn time. Spent enough time in this rat hole."[/B] The girl continued to cry gently, Pe Ell brought his dagger across her throat and dropped her. He then bolted off into the direction of the gate, rather anxious to get to the gate an eliminate the guards.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Pe Ell shot out quickly at the guard, snatching his head and yanking him hard. Bashing the guards head against the door and knocking him out. He then pulled out Stiehl and swiftly cut the guards neck open, he then hid Stiehl in its proper place. He pulled the guard through the openeing, dislocationg the corpses shoulder, cracking some ribs to get it in. Violet watched as he did it. [B] "What the hell are you doing?" [/B]She screamed at him as she sat up, he looked to her with his hard eyes. [B] "Doing what I'm good at. Now, since you obviously know nothing of getting out, even though you have lived her for several years. I have seen several escape points, this was the easiest way out. And just let you know, I came here willingly." [/B]PE Ell went back to the guard and pulled him all the way in, he then searched him and took his weapon, a broadsword. He figuered he would require another weapon if he was to roam about. He went up to the door and looked through the hole, checking for anymore guards. He saw quickly that there weren't any guards around. He whirled around and grabbed the body, poping the shoulder back in place and grabbing the blanket off the bed and through it around the corpse. He dragged it over to a wall and proped it up, he searched it one more time and felt some small metal sticks in his shirt, he pulled out his dagger and cut them out. He put his dagger back and moved back to the door, he held up the sticks seeing how many he had. He count two, just the right amount. He stuck both the sticks in, one at an angle and one straight in. He then started to moved the sticks, twisting them different ways, listening carfully. Until he heard a click, he smiled triumphantly and stood up. Throwing the sticks down and started to walk out the door. He stopped in the doorway and turned to look at Violet whos eyes were wide from surprise. [B] "So much for living her for so long. Never figuered out to do that."[/B] He then turned forward and took off, melting into the shadows as he always did. Hoping to find a good fight.[/SIZE][/COLOR]