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Name: Allanon Zephant Nickname: Black Mask, Dark, Keeper os Souls Gender: Male Age: 20 Half/Full: Full Appearance: 6'4", 200lbs. He has long black hair that sweeps down his back and appears to have a blood red sheen when struck by the glaring sun. His eyes are a misty grey, almost to the point of being completely white. While in the company of humans, he always wears a gleaming, smooth black mask that completely conceals his facial features. This is because of the fact that his beauty is too great and terrible to behold, causing women to go crazy with love and longing, and men to become jealous and mad with anger and fear. He is simply too stunning for other humans to gaze upon or even catch a glimpse of his face, that?s the reason why he conceals himself in the mask of warm darkness. His skin is a light brownish hue, pure and free of all blemishes. His body is tall, lean, and has a toned muscular frame. His body feels as hard as steel, though his movements are as fluid as water. His fingers are long, smooth, and slender, almost feminine except for their size. He wears a tight black suit, enshrouded by a large blood red cape that cloaks his whole body. He wears a ruby amulet around his neck, almost seeming to contain a burning dragon within its depths. He has long slender legs that don?t seem to contain much power, but looks are ever so deceiving. His shoulders are only of medium spread, not too wide and not too narrow. A small golden ring graces his right hand, a single perfect diamond, and his initials engraved on the inside of the ring in a foreign white gold lettering. He wears a pair of black boots that never seem to wear out. Weapon of choice: He usually uses hand to hand combat to defeat his opponents but when the time comes for it, Allanon does not hesitate to reveal his mastery of blades. His weapon of choice is a pair of dark blue scimitars that were forged of sky metal (metiorites). They are well worn with years of use though still as keen as the day they were made. Fighting Style: Allanon developed a style of hand to hand combat that does not waste his energy but rather builds up his strength. He weaves around the opponent's attack, dancing with death. His fluid movements cause opponets to flounder, using their agressiveness against them. With his swords, Allanon still comands the grace he utilizes with hand to hand combat. He attacks and defends all at once, building up momentum to become an impenetrable whirlwind of death. His speed becomes blinding and his blows are magnified tenfold by his speed. No one has been able to escape his dance alive once Allanon draws his blades. Personality: He appears indifferent to everything around him, creating and atmosphere that caused people to feel as if he were the only one who existed, and everyone else were nothing. It?s as if everyone else ceases to exist with his presence in the room, cold and calculating. He rarely shows any emotion, it?s as if nothing that happens is of any significance to him. He had acquired this attitude in the past years, his experiences, though little as they were, had changed something within him. The world didn?t think he mattered, so the world in turn did not matter to him. He doesn?t do a thing unless he wants to do it, acting upon his own whim. He has never achieved a smile or true laughter, even as an infant. He is very persistent, refusing to do a thing unless he?s doing it his own way, defying society. He doesn?t care for the opinion or the affection of others, because of this, he has never had a friend, only foes. Sure girls fall for him, but he doesn?t take advantage of his looks, seeing no interest in a girl who falls head over heels for him, making others think of him as conceited. He always appears to be certain of himself, even when his soul is in turmoil, threatening to tear him to shreds from the inside out, never knowing the cause of this torture. The near smile on his face is a challenge to society, as if to say, ?You?ll never own me and you never will?. He is also very straight forward.

Dues Information: Name: Drago Ichimura Age: 17 Sex: Male Country representing: The United States of America Appearance: [URL=http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b181/Drake06/Anime%20characters/Sky001.jpg]http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b181/Drake06/Anime%20characters/Sky001.jpg[/URL] Experience: Drago has been using this combat system for quite a while, trained to use it from the age of 8 and finally practicing it for 6 years. Angel Information: Angel's name: Dragon Entry Phrase: Finish quick Dragon. Appearance: [IMG]http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b181/Drake06/Anime%20characters/guys191.jpg[/IMG] Stats: Str- 3 Def-4 Agility-6 Evasion-6 Morale-6 Style: Dragon fights in a style unique to any angel. He doesn?t waste time with flourishing. His body is fluid, moving swiftly and surely to defend and attack at the same time. He can simply be described as deadly and precise, never coming away from an opponent without delivering a hit of his own. He uses his speed to

Can we play as an ally god from another culture besides the greeks?

Name: Allanon Zephant Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Human/Fae Physical Features: His eyes are a misty grey, almost to the point of being completely white. While in the company of humans, he always wears a gleaming, smooth black mask that completely conceals his facial features. This is because of the fact that his beauty is too great and terrible to behold, causing women to go crazy with love and longing, and men to become jealous and mad with anger and fear. He is simply too stunning for humans to gaze upon or even catch a glimpse of his face, that?s the reason why he conceals himself in the mask of warm darkness. Height: 6?4? Weight: 175lbs Eye Color: Misty Gray Hair Color: Black with a blood red sheen Place of Origin: Angel?s Province Appearance: 6?4?, 175 lbs; He has long black hair that sweeps down his back and appears to have a blood red sheen when struck by the glaring sun. His eyes are a misty grey, almost to the point of being completely white. While in the company of humans, he always wears a gleaming, smooth black mask that completely conceals his facial features. This is because of the fact that his beauty is too great and terrible to behold, causing women to go crazy with love and longing, and men to become jealous and mad with anger and fear. He is simply too stunning for humans to gaze upon or even catch a glimpse of his face, that?s the reason why he conceals himself in the mask of warm darkness. His skin is a light brownish hue, pure and free of all blemishes. His body is tall, lean, and has a toned muscular body. His body is harder than steel, though his movements are as fluid as water. His fingers are long, smooth, and slender, almost feminine except for their size. He wears a tight black suit, enshrouded by a large blood red cape that cloaks his whole body. He wears a ruby amulet around his neck, almost seeming to contain a burning dragon within its depths. He has long slender legs that don?t seem to contain much power, but looks are ever so deceiving. His shoulders are only of medium spread, not too wide and not too narrow. A small golden ring graces his right hand, a single perfect diamond, and his initials engraved on the inside of the ring in a foreign white gold lettering. He wears a pair of black boots that never seem to wear out. Loyalty: Kaenia Personality: He appears indifferent to everything around him, creating and atmosphere that caused people to feel as if he were the only one who existed, and everyone else were nothing. It?s as if everyone else ceases to exist with his presence in the room, cold and calculating. He rarely shows any emotion, it?s as if nothing that happens is of any significance to him. He had acquired this attitude in the past years, his experiences, though little as they were, had changed something within him. The world didn?t think he mattered, so the world in turn did not matter to him. He doesn?t do a thing unless he wants to do it, acting upon his own whim. He has never achieved a smile or true laughter, even as an infant. He is very persistent, refusing to do a thing unless he?s doing it his own way, defying society. He doesn?t care for the opinion or the affection of others, because of this, he has never had a friend, only foes. Sure girls fall for him, but he doesn?t take advantage of his looks, seeing no interest in a girl who falls head over heels for him, making others think of him as conceited. He always appears to be certain of himself, even when his soul is in turmoil, threatening to tear him to shreds from the inside out, never knowing the cause of this torture. The near smile on his face is a challenge to society, as if to say, ?You?ll never own me and you never will?. He is also very straight forward. Weapons: Allanon doesn?t carry any weapons with him. The only things that he carries are a small silver flute, laced with gold, and a small golden harp entwined with diamonds and strung with shimmering white strings that don?t appear to be present at times. Abilities: His voice and music are so powerful that they produce images out of thin air, he can bring wild beasts to him with a single note from any of his instruments. Likewise, he can cause the bravest of men to flee from unspeakable terrors that are embodied by his music. He can give orders even without voicing his wishes, making others hopelessly obey his will. This musical ability also allows him to coax other beings back to life who are near the pit of death. Allanon seldom has to fight, almost always able to find a way out of trouble. When he does fight, his is a terror beyond belief. His movements are too swift to be followed, and powerful enough to bring down the greatest of beasts with a flick of a finger. He knows every pressure point on the human body, ending most fights with a single touch to the opponent?s pressure point that makes him fall asleep like a stone. He is powerful enough to literally leap over buildings that are several stories high. When the need comes, Allanon can make anything that he touches into a deadly weapon, be it a well forged sword or a shriveling blade of grass. He has the ability to control his cells and therefore accelerate his rate of healing to the point where his wounds heal almost as soon as he receives them. His body is also impervious to any forms of toxins, from alcohol to the deadliest poisons that exist in the world. His eyes allow him to see people?s souls as well as their outer appearance, allowing him to tell who was truly kind and honest and also to see those that are foul inside. This ability has often saved him from many confrontations that would otherwise have ended in the death of the assailant. They also allow him to see the location of the individuals that he tries to keep track of, even if they attempt to melt into the crowd. His eyes allow him to see through false hoods, discovering traps that even the most experienced people would not have noticed. Short History: He was born in a peasant's shack that stood all by itself in a clearing deep within the woods. His father was a giant of a man, shoulders almost as wide as he was tall and arms that seemed capable of snapping a large tree in half. His mother was the exact opposite, a frail but beautiful woman who never shouted. His father was a rogue warrior, refusing to surrender his service to any man, just because of the simple fact that he regarded everyone else as below his level. They lived for several years in the shack, Allanon's father would bring home a large buck every evening, or some other animal that he had killed with his bare hands. His mother would cook the meat, always turning a simple meal into a feast. Allanon did nothing at this time but crawl around the small house, following his father around like a small puppy. When Allanon turned 8 years old, his father deemed him fit to begin his training as a warrior. Every day he woke his son up just before sunrise, cooked a small breakfast of meat mixed with dried fruit, and they would head outside, careful not to wake his mother. His father would make him run laps, starting with one lap around the field of dew wet grass, Allanon's father striding easily beside him as his small legs pumped over the ground. As the months and years went by, Allanon's father increased his training, making him run farther and farther with more weight added on each time. By the age of 15, Allanon was climbing cliff sides in the canyons that cut into the mountains, loaded down with several buckets of sand. He swam against the powerful rapids, several times he nearly drowned but his father would always be there to pull him out of the water. Allanon's actual combat training began when he turned 12 years old. Starting with hand to hand combat techniques. Within a few years, he had mastered the styles that his father had taught him, only in preparation for more difficult lessons to be learned. His father always said, "To be able to survive by oneself in this world, you can't depend upon a powerful sword or any other weapon to save you. You must be the deadliest weapon you own. You can't depend upon a sword to be there for you, you must be the sword yourself. It isn't the sword that should be protecting you, you should be the one protecting the sword. Never depend upon something else, you can only rely upon yourself." Allanon followed this philosophy with all his heart. Due to his vigorous training, Allanon's body had always been honed and hard as a rock. His endurance was unbelievable, he never seemed to tire out. He would spar with his father almost every day, learning to dodge by a hair and strike at the same time. His reflexes became unbelievably fast, able to grab an arrow launched from his father's powerful long bow in mid air. At the age of 18, Allanon had learned all that his father had to teach him, leaving his home with his favorite harp and flute. He traveled for a year throughout the lands, always searching, but never knowing what he sought. He never staid in one place for too long, keeping no relations and only leaving behind himself, imprinted upon the memories of all who saw him, a black mask and the force behind it. In his travels, he ran into the person that everyone called Kaenia. She was cuddling a small puppy as he watched from the top of a hill nearby. He saw nothing evil in her as the stories said, only a great sadness that seemed to consume her soul. Allanon felt pity for her from that day on, vowing to let no harm come upon her, including that which she would inflict upon herself if she chose to annihilate a whole country.

Reserve Vengeance for me if you will. :cool:

"Who did that person think he was? He musn't have known anything because this gundam isn't an EF gundam. It's far more powerful than that." Niro said as he entered his ships hull. The ramp closed after him as the clamps closed on his gundam. He leaped out of the gundam, landing on his two feet and calmly walked up the steps and into the pilot cockpit. "Time to head home." Niro said as he punched in the coordinates on the auropilot computer. "Warning! Warning! Unknown gundam has been released. Sector . . . somewhere near your location." The computer blared over the intercom. "Find the coordinates. I want to check this out. It has to be a custom gundam. I want to see how powerful it is. Maybe I'll have a real fight." Niro said as he canceled the command for heading home. He turned it on to manuel pilot and took his seat. His ship hummed to life.

Can I join in on the fun? :animesmil Name: Hyroyushin Sasuke (Hyro for short) Age: 18 Sex: Male Affiliation: Oda Class: Samurai, Swords/Martial Arts master Appearance: 6'2", 185 lbs of muscle. See pic. With black hair instead. Weapon: Dark Blue bladed katana, its maker is unknown. Martial Arts/ Sword fighting techniques: Hyro was sent to China at the tender age of 4 years old where he learned the Chinese martial arts. He perfected the dragon, tiger, eagle, monkey, mantis, snake, drunken, tai chi, and various other Chinese martial arts within his twelve years stay. He returned to Japan where he learned the ways of the Samurai, combining it with his Chinese sword fighting tecniques to create a master form. He uses extremely powerful blast techniques that have pin point accuracy. He is extremely fast, time seems to slow down when he attacks. His opponents are usually struck before they notice it. His defense is impossible to see due to his speed. He will use acrobatics when appropiate to avoid blows or to attack. He is unpredictable due to his ability to strike with faster than lightning and his ability to control every move of his weapon, no matter how heavy it is. He is able to generate powerful chi forces, making his sword glow with a white light, giving it the ability to shatter blades, and giving him the ability to blast his opponents with destructive energy. It can also enhance his strength and speed. (you said over the top. :animeswea ) Personality: He is usually a happy go lucky guy. During battle, however, he appears fierce and deadly, as far from careless as you can get. He is always calm, able to make quick decisions during thew heat of battle. He likes a challenge and will take on anyone who wishes to challenge him. He is kind at heart but won't always show it. He is slow to anger; his anger is like a cold blue fire. Bio: Hyro was born to a wealthy land baron who soon sent him to China so that Hyro would be free from the strife of Japan. When Hyro reached China, he was first sent to the Shaolin Temple where he studied the animal styles of fighting. He left the temple at the age of 12, already a master of the martial arts that the Shaolin Monks practiced. He traveled throughout China, searching for master fighters who would be able to teach him new styles of fighting. Over his travels through China, he accumulated a vast knowledge of martial arts. He had mastered just about every style of fighting that there was by the age of 16. His chi power became enormous. He headed back to Japan at the age of 17, deciding to finally return to his family. When he reached Japan, he went traveling through the countryside searching for his family's lands. He came upon a a burnt out husk that used to be a large palace. The sign at the front was still intact, it read "Lord Sasuke". He knew that it used to be his home, tears ran down his face. He strode forward and searched through the debris. Blue flashed in his eyes as he pulled forth a long object, it was a strange blue bladed katana with a dragon hilt. From that day on, Hyro swore to become the greatest samurai that ever walked the Earth. He found an ancient hermit, a retired samurai. The old hermit taught Hyro everything about the samurai, how they fought, what codes they followed, and many more truths about the samurai. Hyro learned the sword fighting techniques of the samurai in an extremely short time, less than a year thanks to his mastery of the Chinese martial arts. He now travels the chaotic land of Japan, surviving with his blade and martial arts. He works for Oda. Final Thoughts: Who's next? Last question: None Edit: Changed.

Sounds interesting :cool: : Name: Gia Tsunami Age: 20, although he still looks like a teenager. Gender: Male Race: Human Home World: Coruscant Affiliated Order: Old Jedi Order Rank: Jedi Knight Class: Jedi Sentinel Lightsaber: Silver-blue single lightsaber. It has a silver dragon shaped hilt. Lightsaber Style: Makashi- Level 1 Force Powers: Force Whirlwind, Force Deflection, Force Immunity, Improved Battle Meditation, Improved Heal, Improved Force Jump Appearance: 6'2", 185 lbs. Black hair and piercing black eyes. See pic. in attached. Biography: Gia was born to a poor family in the slums of Coruscant. When he was just two years old, 12 thugs came to his home. They killed his family in front of him as he watched. When they attacked his mother, Gia began to scream. Something stirred the air and the twelve thugs flew back, running away with fear in their eyes. Gia, unknowingly, had used the Force to push the thugs away. However, he was too late, his mom was already dead. His force push had been felt by a Jedi Knight who had been passing by overhead. The Jedi came down to the lower levels to investigate the disturbance. He found eight bodies laying on the floor of the house, including that of a young child. He could sense the life force of the baby, it was still alive, just sleeping. The Jedi sensed that Gia was unusually strong in the force, even at his young age. The Jedi took him up and headed to the Jedi Council with his new discovery. The Council tested the sleeping child, they were disturbed by his level of sensitivity and power in the force. They discussed whether or not Gia was too powerful and dangerous to be trained. After a day of debate, they decided that it would be an even greater danger to not train such a child in the ways of the force. Gia was taken in with great reluctance. He was never placed on the Jedi records. Gia was raised in the Academy, knowing nothing but the Jedi Order. In dreams, he would hear screams of pain, disturbing his sleep. At 5 years old, he trained himself physically, running farther than any other padawan. He pushed himself to his limits at every session. He strove to perfect his lightsaber fighting ability, wanting to be perfect. Because of his resolve, he became extremely adept with the lightsaber and at the same time naturally powerful with the Force. He became a balanced Jedi, something many strove to do but failed at. He became good enough to be a Jedi knight by the age of 15 but wasn't officially recognized until his 20th birthday. When Luke Skywalker came to the Secret Academy, Gia was curious and wanted to see how good the new Jedi were. When Luke Skywalker returned a second time, this time with news of the return of the Sith, Gia abandoned his intention to challenge Master Skywalker and began to practice even more fervently than he had before. Personality: He is a kind person to those who are good. He likes a challenge and sparring with the force and lightsaber. He is always calm and decisive during battle. He will kill without remorse because when he does kill, there isn't any other option. He always strives to do his best, never giving up. He strives to be the best Jedi that ever lived, even greater than the chosen one or Master Yoda ever was. He enjoys the company of other people but prefers to be alone at times. He is very protective of those he loves and cares for and will defend them at all costs. He will not stand back while innocents are being hurt or killed. He doesn't much care for the rules of the Jedi Order. He is slow to anger. Other: None Last Question: It was too restrictive. The decision between who can beat who should be based on the player's rpg skills, not on whether or not one is stronger in the force or supposedly more skilled at lightsaber fighting. Say if a player is more skilled at sparring and his character, a Jedi Consul, goes against another player's Jedi Guardian in a lightsaber battle. The Guardian shouldn't be able to automatically beat the Jedi Consul. Plus, the characters should be able to gain more force skills and lightsaber fighting abilities than the limits that were set. The character should be able to do some training to develop a Force power that it didn't possess before. Stuff like that. I say do away with the classes (Jedi Consular, Jedi Sentinel, etc.) and just keep the Padawan, Jedi Knight, Jedi Master ranks. Then the force powers and lightsaber skills could be based on the rank that the character is at. Also, the power to move/stop/redirect objects should be under one power instead of multiple powers. Other than that, everything else was okay. :animeswea Tell me if I have to change anything.

Participants are as follows: Swordsaint--- Kyth "Mind Reaver" Syndal Who am I?--- Luna Lee Drizzt Do'urden--- Jason Rigley "Jace" silverwol_fang--- Kyle Yugo elementalshadow--- Eldrinn Pixler Drake06(Me)--- Gia Kinshiro Anyone else? :animeshy: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (We are all in space right now. Doesn't matter where.) The space ship hummed, its engine emitted bright streaks of heat as the ship shot through space. It was a custom, single pilot, private, battle-class ship. Its pilot lounged in the pilot's seat, staring out of the viewing port. He was young, in his late teens. He appeared to by mesmerized by the black planet that was in his viewing port. "So that's Earth huh?" He asked himself. "My parents told me that it used to be green and blue, filled with life. Now it's just coal black without a sign of life left on it. I wish I could've seen it when it was still full of life." He continued to think to himself, almost forgetting to check his ship's radar system to look for any intruders. He turned his ship away from the black Earth, turning towards the the bright stars. He entered hyper-mode, headed towards the starport, Venus. (OCC: It's your turn. :animeswea Sorry I took so long.)

"This battle is boring!" Niro said as he watched gundams destroy each other. "There isn't any skill involved. Just brute force and mass weaponry. I'll just leave." He turned his gundam around and jetted after the astroid that his ship was on. He used a controler to make the ship activate and autopilot itself to a point that was about 1 mile away from the idiotic battle. Several Gundams came after him, both Zeon and Earth Federation troops along with an assualt ship from each side, hoping to capture the famous Reaper and his mysterious gundam. They attacked him with brute force, Niro easily deflected their shots back at them, destroying several of the gundams. He charged into them, making them scatter in different directions. He blasted away at them with his lasers, disentigrating the gundam. The battle ships fired at him, he dodged their shots and returned fire, demolishing the ships. "Stupid people. They never learn." Niro turned around and headed towards his waiting ship. "This was a miserable waste of time."

"They managed to defeat that gundam." Niro chuckled to himself. "I guess with luck on a person's side, that person can do anything. Now comes the real battle." Niro watched as gundam came pouring out of both ships. Some of them headed towards Niro. He easily disabled all of them, tearing out their engines and breaking off their arms and weapons. Some of the more skilled pilots forced him to demolish them, completely annihilating their mobile suits. After 10 or more had fallen to him, the pilots realized that he was too much to handle and left him alone. Niro watched the larger battle continue to unfold.

"Hmmm." Reaper thought to himself as he observed an unarmed gundam coming his way. "What do we have here? Have they surrendered to me?" He grinned as he waited for the unarmed gundam to reach him. His communicator beeped on. "Hail gundam pilot. What is you name?" A voice asked over the radio. "I'm Niro Shigaru, they call me Reaper. What do you want?" Niro replied. "My boss, Tyron, asks you whether or not you will join him in creating a smuggling ring. He says that you won't have to follow any orders, you'll have control over your own ring. What do you think?" The voice asked. "Fool. If your boss thinks that I am that kind of a person then he is sadly mistaken. If I wanted to have my own terrorists and smuggling operation, I would've done it a long time ago. He's a fool to think that I am that kind of person. I don't terrorize other people unless they harm me or anyone I care for." Niro replied in a cold voice. "You're going to regret that. Maybe you'll be my boss' first target." The voice growled back. "Is that a threat?" Niro grinned. "Tell him that I don't do that kind of work. As a matter of fact, I try to stop those kinds of things. Tell him to watch where he treads. Go." The other gundam turned around and sped away, the pilot was afraid for his life. Niro chuckled. He turned back and watched the battle. It was getting more intense as the two gundam tried twin attacks on the more powerful gundam. (OOC: Silverwolf_fang, it's against my character's personality to join such a thing. :cool: )

Water fell from the sky, drenching everyone who wasn?t inside. The storm was getting more fierce, the distant sound of thunder shot through the city, and into a stadium, filled to the brim with people. Bright lights flooded the stadium, a football game was at its climax, the crowd stood on their toes. Ten seconds was left on the clock. The home team was down by five points and the ball was on the 50 yard line. ?Blue forty-two! Blue forty-two! Red, on five, on five! Blind side! Set, hike!? The quarterback shouted as he received the water drenched ball. His four wide receivers sped away on their routs, the tight end also went deep. Seconds were ticking off of the clock. The quarter back dropped back, scanning for receivers and also watching out for the rush. Two seconds passed, five, seven, one of his wide receivers was finally open. The QB threw the football, it went sailing forth, battered by the wind and rain. The wide receiver looked back, the corner had fallen behind him, and the ball was coming. He reached out as it came near him, tucking it in his arms. He kept running, the crowd roared, the coach tossed his hat into the air, they had made the winning touchdown. Triumph filled everyone?s faces, they had won the championship. The school chant began, the stadium was drowned by the sound of cheering. ?Touchdown Strikers! Folks, the home team has won the game!? The speaker sounded over the crowd. ?Yeah we won!? The QB shouted beaming up at the crowd. Suddenly, a flash of light filled the stadium, making it even brighter than it was already. ?What the hell?? White light consumed him, then darkness came. Everyone was blinded by the light. When their vision returned, some of the football players for the home team were down along with some of the spectators and cheerleaders. Lightning had struck them. People screamed, horrified at what had just happened. ?Get the medics! Call the paramedics now!? They yelled as they tried to aid the people. Everyone who had been struck , was unconscious. The paramedics came, yelling at the coaches for not canceling the game as they tried to help the people who were down. They all seemed lifeless, their hearts were barely beating and their breathes came irregularly. All of the victims were taken to the hospital, still unconscious. Brain scans were done on them, their brains were barely functioning. ?Sorry for your loss. They seem to be in a coma, their brains are barely functioning. The outcome looks bleak.? The doctors at the hospital told the parents of the teenagers. ?We?ve done all that we could.? To the observer, the teenagers may have just been unconscious, however, it was more than that. Unknown to the other people, the minds and souls of those teenagers had been flung into another realm. Their souls were no longer present on the realm of Earth. Their minds had been transported to another body, on another dimension and world. This dimension is called the Unreal Dimension, or Orgoth. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is because in this dimension, magic and powers are real. It is stepping into a world where every manga and anime is real. A person can fly here without the use of technology. Guns and nuclear bombs don?t exist here because, frankly, they are nothing compared to the powers that can be obtained and increased. The laws that rule this land are those of nature, kill or be killed. Sure humans live here but there are also other races living there. Some are friendly but others want to annihilate human kind and any race that befriends it. Orgoth is about twelve times the size of the Earth. You are one of the people who were struck by lightning at the high school football game. Everyone from Earth wakes up near each other but don?t recognize each other due to completely different appearances. The plot will be revealed as the story goes on. Sign up sheet: Name: Age: (14-18, that?s because you attend the high school.) Sex: Appearance: (picture preferred. If you are of Earth, then you must post one of your Earth form and one of your Orgoth form.) Personality: Bio: (Write what you were doing before you were transported.) That?s about it. I?ll post mine after some people sign up.

Name: Gia Kinshiro Age:18 Sex: Male Job: Vigilante Powers: Able to create energy pure energy that is extremely destructive. He was given superhuman strength and speed. He can also fly short distances. Appearance: See attached Personality: He is kind at heart although he may not always appear to be. He gets angry when he sees others being mistreated. He likes a good fight. There is always a good motive behind his actions. He never backs down from a fight no matter what the odds are. This sometimes makes him appear to be an idiot even though he isn?t one. He is very persistent in achieving what he sets out to do. Even death itself might not be able to hold his will back. Bio: He is the fifth generation of his family, and the last. His family was wiped out by a group of 50 murderers. Only he was left in the debris, a baby overlooked by the murderers. Even after the terrible event, some people were still evil. He was found later by an investigator, recording evidence from the crime scene. The investigator took him in and raised him as his own. He was carefully trained in the arts of fighting and in the use of his powers. The investigator was ambushed and killed by the same group of men who had killed Gia's family when Gia was at the age of 14. Gia took his revenge when he turned 15, tracking down the men and killing them one by one. His hatred burned out after this and he became a vigilante. Any omre participants? I'll wait until I get at least one more.

(OCC: I'll assume that the fight is happening in space?) Space seemed deceptively empty, only a lone transport ship flew along. It was custom made, armed with the most hightec weaponry and defenses. Only one person piloted it. Its engines flared as the ship gained speed. The radio on the ship blared. [I]Gundam battle near your vector. Danger, avoid battle.[/I] The pilot, a young man in his late teens, smiled. He changed his course, heading straight towards the gundam battle, a red light flashed on his screen, pinpointing the direct location of the gundam. He increased his engine output, changing his direction again, towards an astroid that was near the fight. He glanced out of his viewing screen, watching a three gundam fight. Other much larger ships were also in the area, hovering around like birds of prey. The single pilot landed his sleek black ship on the frozen chunk of rock, blending in to the astroid. "This is going to be fun." Reaper said as he left the pilot compartment and entered the hull where his gundam stood waiting. "Maybe I'll salvage some parts from the other gundam. Come on Burning Gundam, lets go." Reaper easily jumped into the gundam and acitvated it. The gundam came to life, fully straightening up, its weapons were already attached. The pilot used a remote control to open the hull of the ship, exiting his ship and into space. He used the gundam's boosters and jetted off of the astroid and towards the fight. He could see that one of the gundam outranked the other two. It was upgraded with powerful weapons, capable of destroying starships. The other two were custom models, they were powerful but still outmatched by the single gundam. Reaper continued towards them, something flashed in the corner in his eyes. Two Zeon assualt class gundam were coming at him. Reaper quickly went into action, appearing suddenly behind the two bewilered gundam pilots and tearing through their gundam with the burning finger attack. The two attacking gundam burst into flames, quickly disentigrating into space dust. They were replaced by eight Earth Federation assualt class gundam. Reaper quickly attacked the eight gundam, dismembering their limbs, not recieving a single scratch in return. He just chuckled as the gundam floated helplessly along. "They shouldn't have attacked me. I was just curious about the fight." Reaper said as he continued towards the fighting gundam. He floated in place, waiting to see what would happen next. The gundam were facing each other, judging each other's abilities and capabilities.