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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.

I've always liked gundam. :animesmil Name: Niro Shigaru Codenames: Reaper Age: 18 Sex: Male Appearance: 6'4" 200 lbs, See attached Side of War: His own at the moment Rank: Mercenary Personality: Cool headed, smart, kind in his own way, jokes around when he feels like it, likes a good laugh, likes fighting, tries his best to do what's right, brave but foolish at times, doesn't get mad easily, likes the company of other people but can stand being alone and sometimes prefers it. He's headstrong and doesn't obey orders, likes to do things his way. Has a way of making people follow him. Gundam: See attached Gundam weapons: Two laser swords and two guns Gundam Special Weapons: On top of his built in things(burning finger/hand, etc.), he has a energy shield and self repair unit. Bio: Niro was traveling in his single pilot cargo ship when he spotted a drifting object about ten miles away. He quickly zoomed over to it and saw that it was a slightly damaged gundam. He was unfamiliar with its model, however, but picked it up anyway. It proved to be his best catch ever. He became a mercenery at the age of 14 when he discovered the gundam and has been a gundam pilot ever since. Do I need to change anything? :animeswea

Particapants are as follows: chrono-flash playing as: Shinji Hamayaki Latharix_sama playing as: Chroma alchemist2120 playing as: Jin Long elementalshadow playing as: Freya Me, Drake06 playing as: Kron others? ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alright, right now we are all starting at a training base, Lone, on planet Trunus. It's a large planet in the universe of Gyser. The gravity is 10 times stronger than that of Earth. Lush tropical forests cover the entire globe. The planet is filled with extremely deadly creatures, some have not been discovered yet. The base is a 5,000 acre training facility. It has ten bunks that fit up to 10,000 men each. The latrine facilities are placed 200 feet from the bunks. There is a gigantic mess hall where all of the trainies are placed. We are each a member of one squad, consisting of, well just us. Or trainer is a stern man named Kyrn. His powers far surpass ours so it's better not to mess with him. He is training us as a special ops squad, we get the toughest training of all because we accepted the genetic modifications so therefore we should be strong enough to last. Others despise us because they think that we are no longer human. So we are nicely avoided by everyone else. Oh yeah, we don't know what our powers are yet. Start off arriving in a space ship. Each of us arrive in a different one. Landing on the platform and being sent into a hidden room. We will continue from there. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The sea of trees, miles below the descending shuttle, seemed to wave at the ship, greeting it as it arrived. The shuttle jetted forward, pulling through the thick atmosphere. The intercom blared through the shuttle. "Get ready recruits. It's time to wake up and prepare to leave the ship. Your voyage is over." The intercom clicked shut and groans filled the air. One good looking young man sat quietly looking out the window, mesmerized by the waving sea of trees. He was deep in thought, wondering how the genetic modifications had changed him. He still felt the same, as far as he could tell, nothing had changed at all. Something knocked him on the head, shocking him from his thoughts. "What the heck was that for?!?" He shouted as someone snickered. Almost everyone was giggling. "Oops, sorry about that freak." The words came from a tall barrel chested man, grinning at the young man to taunt him. "What are you going to do about it?" The young man glared back at him and said, "Oh it's you, Bret the hulking idiot. Next time you get up, watch your blubber will you?" The older man growled as he reached for the young man. The ship suddenly jerked as it landed, knocking the aggressor flat on his face. Some people tried to muffle their laughter as Bret tried to get up. He growled angrily as he scrambled up, reaching for the younger man's throat. The shuttle door slid open, exotic air filled the compartment. "Stop there trooper." Someone said in a deep comanding voice. "Unless you want to be whipped 100 times and sent to latrine duty." The hulk, Bret stopped reaching for the young man and turned around, facing the newcomer. It was a tall hard looking man. He had one long scar running down his face from his forhead to his chin. One of his eyes was replaced by a small orb. Both the artificial and real eye was staring at Bret. Bret, being the idiot that he was, leaped at the officer. It happened so quickly that no one really saw what happened. One moment, Bret was running and the next, he was flat on the ground, 100 feet away. The Officer stood in the hatchway, seemingly undisturbed. "Do any of you other Earthlings want to test my patience?" He inquired sternly. "If not then we shall begin. You are on planet Trunus of the Gyser universe. This training base is called Lone. Here is where most of you will be trained to use state of the art weaponry. The others, if you are on this list, will follow me and recieve further instructions." The young man watched the officer turn and leave the shuttle. He wondered, "How are we supposed to know if we are on the list of that guy didn't even call our names?" He grabbed his bag and stood up. He walked forward, following the other people out of the shuttle. He descended the stairs, watching people before him as they seemed to struggle trying to walk. His own feet hit the ground and he almost fell to his knees, the gravitational force was overwhelming. "What the hell?!?" The young man shouted as he stood up again, struggling to stay standing. "Why the hell is it so hard to stand?" He could see some people far away from the landing platform, laughing their heads off. He clenched his jaws and took one slow step forward, dragging his impossibly heavy pack bahind him. "Kron, I presume?" It was the officer again. "Come with me." The man easily loped away, leaving Kron to struggle on his own. "What the hell is happening now?" Kron said as he followed the skipping officer. The officer led him through the maze of buildings, not slowing down to see if Kron was keeping up. Kron continued shuffling along, he felt like a 300 pound weight had been placed on his back along with 100 pound sand bags strapped onto his feet. Every step was a struggle, his pack only made it worse. "Hurry up recruit." The officer shouted as he strode away. "Don't worry, before you know it, you'll be used to the gravity." He turned into a side alley, away from Kron's view. Kron struggled for another minute before he was able to reach the mouth of the alley which was only twenty feet away. The officer stood at the end of the alley, holding a stone colored door open. Kron trudged forward and entered the room, it was flooded with a bright light source, seeming to come from the walls. "Wait here," The officer told him, "others will join you soon." The officer turned and left the room. Kron just sat down on a chair, completely exhausted from his short walk. "This is going to be fun, I can tell already." Kron said in a sarcastic voice as he leaned back and closed his eyes. OOC: Now it's your turn. Please post often so that I can get this rpg going smoothly. :animeswea

"Hmm," Kyo thought to himself, "here they come again. There are more this time." He had melted into the grass again, and just like last time, none of the others had noticed him leaving. He traveled quickly and silently through the tall grass, using it as a shield. He snuck behind the bandits again. His blade made a slight hissing noise as it whipped from its sheath. He snuck up to one of the unsuspecting bandits, silently slitting his throat and lowering him to the ground. Kyo leaped around, careful to avoid making loud sounds that might alert the bandits. He was like a wraith, reaping the lives of the bandits. Three more fell before him, the others still had not noticed. Kyo's years of training was paying off. "I can't kill them all like this. There are too many." Kyo thought as he continued bloodying his blade. "The others better be ready for a long and nasty fight. Sooner or later, these guys will know that I am here." Kyo could hear the soft hisses that grass made when bodies were passing through them. There were so many bandits that he couldn't tell how many there were, to him they sounded like a large herd of deer. He continued his grim task, reaping more and more bandits. He had lost count of how many he had killed in the past minutes, but even those deaths didn't seem to put a dent in their numbers. "I hope the rest of the group is ready." Kyo whispered to himself. "Because if they aren't, then we're done for."

I'll start this thread in the Adventure Square now. Anyone else who wants to join can post here and just place your intro in the story. :animesmil

:animeswea This is going to be kind of long so bear with me. You don't have to read the first part.: ?What the hell?!?? Blade yelled as bullets riddled the air above his head. ?How many are there!?! I?ve been killing them for an hour and they still won?t quit.? He darted behind steel crates, ten men in black followed him, leveling their guns at him. His own gun had run out of bullets long ago. Blade pulled out his katana and leaped on top of one of the boxes, hiding behind a column of steel. Some of the men in black walked past his hiding spot. He waited, all ten men were now in front of him. Blade silently crept forward, leaping down on top of the last man. His sword flashed through the air, appearing to be every where at once. He silently killed each man, cutting some in half. He wiped his sword clean on the last man and began to walk away. Noises sounded behind him. ?What the hell!?!? Blade shouted again as he turned around. The bodies were rising off of the ground, putting themselves back together. The decapitated pieces came together, making the bodies as good as new. Even the pools of blood separated themselves, flowing back into the revived people. Their masks had fallen off, each of the former corps smiled at him. ?That hurt.? One of the supposedly humans said. ?****!? Blade yelled as they began to advance upon him. ?I see why they kept coming, these bastards can?t die. I have no choice but to run.? He sprinted away, dreadful footsteps followed him. His legs churned faster and faster, he went flying around corners and leaping over crates. The chase seemed to last forever, his energy was draining away. Blade turned one last corner and came face to face with a 20 foot steel wall. He turned around, the things weren?t far behind. They slowly walked over to him, taking their time. Grins covered their faces as sword appeared in their hands. Blade got ready to fight for his life, his sword rose before him. ?You are too good at fighting. We couldn?t allow you to live. The Lights would?ve gotten a hold of you.? All of his opponents said in unison as they spread out, closing in on him. They all attacked at once, from every direction. Blade tried to defend every blow but he wasn?t able to block every single hit. The largest one struck at him, Blade was forced to hold the things sword up, preventing him from blocking the other attackers. Two of them jumped at him, slamming him against the wall. The big one withdrew his sword. Blade struggled against the two who were holding him, almost managing to throw them off of him. Two others leaped forward and helped hold Blade down. He ceased struggling, knowing that it wouldn?t help. The big one, the one who appeared to be the leader, pulled out a small vial. He took the lid off, walking forward. He pulled out a strange black stiletto, some kind of markings were engraved upon it. ?I have to drain all of your blood with this.? The leader lifted the stiletto. ?Then a slice of your heart has to go in this vial. That way, the Lights won?t be able to recruit you at all. Not even your soul would remain for them to summon.? The leader?s eyes began to shine as he came closer to Blade. He placed the stiletto above Blade?s artery. He slashed down, but nothing happened. He tried again and again, failing miserably. He stared into Blade?s eyes, they were blank. Blade?s skin was as cold as ice and even harder than steel. ?Damn!? The leader shouted. ?I should have been quicker. This one was better than usual. Step away men, unless you want to disintegrate. We failed, the boss is going to kill us for this.? The men stepped away from Blade?s unmoving body. One of them was stuck, his arm was trapped between Blade?s arm and the wall. Bright light enveloped the both of them, it was coming from Blade. The other being screeched as his body began to burn, turning into ash, inch by inch. The light blinded all of the attackers. When it disappeared, Blade?s body was gone. Only a statue of ash of the trapped attacker was left. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You are a gifted person or a Mange. If you are a person, you are from between the age of iron and modern day. You have either joined the Skulls (The deathless group, transformed humans, that was chasing Blade. These work for demonic aliens, Manges, who are trying to wipeout mankind and replace us as the dominant species.) or the Lights (Force of Light, protect all that is good and tries to help mankind. These are people from the future.). If you are one of the Lights, then your body and soul were taken and frozen in time. You are stored in a base in space, Kymara, frozen on a tray. Your body is modified, magnifying your strength and speed 10,000 fold. They have also done some slight changes which grant you unknown powers along with immortality. The Skulls also receive the same modifications in a different way from the demonic aliens. This is the story. For thousands of years, these two forces have been immersed in war. Each side wants to be the supreme master of the universe, however, a few soon discover that they would have to work together. Warp holes have appeared in various points in space, emitting strange energies. There are even greater beings on the other side of these warp holes, each of them determined to make our universe, their battleground. Their weapons and powers are capable of truly killing immortals. Their battles will destroy our universe if we don?t try to stop them. The Manges and Mankind must band together, something that the two races have never dreamt of doing, combining their technologies and power to hold off the tide of millions of alien super beings. If humans and Manges can?t create an alliance to fight the super beings, then everyone is doomed. Only the one group can bring the two super races of our galaxy together. You are part of that group. Hope that got your attention. :animeswea Sorry that it was long. Here?s the signups, I need about 6-8 before I can start, others after that just have to post their characters here and you will be recruited into the group in the rpg along the way.: Name: Age: (18 and above, remember, you get older but you don?t age.) Sex: Race: (Human or Mange. If you are a Skull then you are a Mange.) Side: (Humans/Lights or Manges/Skulls) Time: (ranging from the age of iron to modern day earth.) Powers: (Additional powers to the speed and immortality. Use imagination. Can increase along the way.) Appearance: (Pictured preferred, if written description then it has to be at least one paragraph.) Weapons: (From ancient swords to pulse guns, laser guns or something like that. Optional) Personality: Bio: (This is how I will judge your writing ability so make it good. If you are one of the Lights, then write how you were captured, similar to the beginning of this post. If you are a Skull, then tell how you became one, what you felt and why you did it. They make you a Skull by injecting a substance into you that transforms you into one of them. Make this at least two good paragraphs.) My character: Name: Blade (birth name: Kenshiro Nirugashi) Age: 21 Sex: Male Race: Human Side: Human/ Lights Time: Modern day Earth Powers: Able to create pure energy orbs, capable of mass destruction, and do basically anything with energy. He can also fly. (Basically Saiyan powers.) Appearance: See attachment. Weapons: Blue Katana Personality: Blade is a kind guy but will be cold to other people when he feels like it. He doesn?t fear anything, knowing that he?ll just be revived if he is ever killed. He sees himself as a super hero, swooping down to save the fair lady, and feels obligated to save those that he can. He is really smart and can figure things out quickly. He never misses a single detail. Sometimes he is foolish though, leaping into fights that he has little hopes of winning. He is slow to anger. He loves a good laugh and usually likes the company of other people. Sometimes, he prefers to be alone. He is also somewhat of a rebel, seldom obeying orders from his superiors. He likes to do things his own way. Bio: Posted above in the intro. Please sign up if you are interested. Each character will meet each other in the rpg.

"It's been great so far." Kyo said as he gazed at his blood red egg. "Wolf meat and a fun fight in one day. I love life." Kyo chewed on a blade of sweet grass. He looked up into the sky and saw the stars showing their beautiful faces. A grin crawled across his face as he sighed and continued gazing. His mind was preocuppied, replaying the events of the day. Loud sounds broke his chain of toughts. The egg was hatching, he could see something struggling inside. He reached over to help out his hatchling but the top half of the egg popped off, a shocked baby dragon sat inside of the egg shell. It was pearl white, tiny claws protuded from its feet. It gazed silently at Kyo, trying to figure out what Kyo was. "Come on boy." Kyo encouraged it as the dragon to a hesitant step out of its shell. "There you go buddy. I'm not going to bite. I still have a piece of wolf meat left. Do you want it?" The little dragon hopped forward to Kyo and gobbled up the piece of meat. It gurgled and leapt onto Kyo, curling up in his lap. Kyo put his hand on top of it, absorbing the heat that the little dragon was emitting. It smelled like a fresh rose after a rain. Its skin was smooth but hard as well. "I see that your egg hatched as well." Katelyn said over Kyo's shoulder. "What are you going to call it?" The little dragon suddenly grasped Kyo's thumb in its maw, its tiny teeth created small puncture marks. "I'll call him Fang." Kyo grinned as he gently withdrew his finger and looked up at Katelyn. "Nice name. It suits him." She turned around and began to walk away with her hatchling tucked in her arms. "What are you going to call yours?" Kyo asked, afraid that he had injured her feelings by not inquiring about her hatchling. "Horus." She said with a smile and walked away.

This is the character I will be playing: Name: Kron Age: 18 Sex: Male Appearance: See attatchment without the guns and weapons. Black hair. Personality: He is a stubborn and proud person. He doesn't listen to any orders. He likes fighting. He is slow to anger, almost always managing to keep a calm head. He likes the company of others but can stand being without other people. He always acts like nothing scares him. He has a kind heart and is funny when he wants to be. He won't stand by doing nothing if another person is getting unjustly punished. He likes girls but is always nervous around them. Powers: The scientists decided to modify him according to his personality and gave him super speed and strength along with the abilities to fly and create energy orbs. They modeled his DNA after his dream, to be a super saiyan. Bio: N/A I need one or two more people before I'll start. Anyone after that can join until I say. :animeswea :animesmil

Name: Gia Affiliation: Angel Age: Appears to be in the early twenties or late teens. Appearance: See attatchment. His wings are only on him when he wants them to be. Personality: He is a cool headed person as well as stubborn. He is slow to anger. He won't listen to anyones orders and always makes his own decisions. He likes to fight. He won't let anything bad happen to anyone without attempting to prevent it. He doesn't act too much like an angel. He hasn't been in Limbo for long and therefore he hasn't lost his wits. He is a renegade angel, usually doing things that he isn't supposed to be doing. He smiles and laughs often, not afraid to show his emotions. Weapons: See attatchment Reason for being placed in Limbo: He stole some forbidden martial arts scrolls, only the greatest of Heaven's warriors were entitled to them, and mastered their secrets. The guard angels found him reading the scrolls in a secret courtyard. He was taken to the Counsel which banished him to Limbo, taking the forbidden scrolls away from him. However, they didn't know that he had already mastered the scrolls. That was good because he would've been sentenced to death. The Meeting: "Why is everything so dull here?" Gia asked himself as he walked down a clear path. "Everything's the same. No fun." Gia began to run down the path. He was a mere blur, the grass along side the road flattened in his wake. Fresh air filled his lungs, energizing his cool body. He carelessly ran on, his eyes closed in quiet thought. He slowed down after a mile, refreshed from the short run. He looked around, studying his surroundings. It was the same everywhere, high grass that blocked his view. "Wow," he thought to himself, "I've never been here before." He continued walking on the path, debating on whether or not to go into the grass. He finally decided to enter the high grass, wading into it. Low growls filled the air surrounding him, coming from the blinding grass wall. Gia quickly retreated back onto the path, trying to get a better view of the agressors. He waited as one by one, crazed demons came out of the grass, swords drawn. Their eyes were red with yearning for blood. They were numerous, Gia was outnumbered 300 to 1. He pulled out his sword, preparing to fight for his life. "Hmm," Gia told himself, " maybe I'll get a chance to use those martial arts after all. I'm glad that I took the scrolls and mastered their secrets." He held his blade with a loose grip, letting the hilt rest in his palm instead of grasping it tightly. The demons advanced, leering at him with hunger. They came slowly at first, then they began to run at Gia. They attacked in threes, trying to find Gia's weak spots but failing. They fell before him like wheat before a scythe. Their mindless rage clouded their brains, making them easy kills. Gia smiled to himself, like a farmer harvesting a large crop. His sword flashed in the air, a whirlwind of steel. He killed almost all of them with one thrust, moving on to the next without pausing. Soon, a pile of decapitated demons surrounded him, growing by the second. Gia showed no signs of slowing, adreneline fueling his body. He was constantly on the attack, but never let his guard down. Time seemed to slow down as Gia continued killing the demons. Only 10 minute had passed, 299 demons of all shapes and sizes laid dead on the ground. Gia was covered in gore, the fight was was beginning to affect him. He was now weary from his efforts to hold back the hoard. One demon still remained standing. It was the largest, smartest, and most powerful of the demons who had attacked him. It had been watching Gia fight for the past 10 minutes, committing his techniques to memory. He thought that he knew how Gia fought, confident of his own victory. He abserved Gia as Gia panted, trying to cool himself down and catch his breath. "So," Gia said in a weary tone, " there is still one of you ugly idiots standing? I thought that I had slaughtered you all." "Hah!" The huge demon said to Gia. "You are the idiot here, stupid angel. You shouldn't have wandered so far from the other angels. Now you are tired also, easy kill for me. It's a pitty that I have to eat such a good looking warrior angel such as yourself. All of that fighting ability is wasted, too bad you aren't a demon." The great demon grinned as he advanced on Gia's slumped form. His axe swung easily in his giant clawed hands. His teath flashed and glinted at their razor sharp points. Gia stood up straight and glared at the new menace, bringing his sword up for another round. "I have no choice but to use the forbidden arts." Gia thought to himself as he took his stance. The demon moved with blinding speed, Gia was just barely able to avoid getting cut by the whirlwind of axe head. He remained on the defensive, waiting for the right moment to strike. The demon continued attacking, getting faster and faster. Gia's sleeve was torn, the axe had finally reached him, leaving a bright red trail os blood on his forearm. "Humph," the demon remarked, "seems like you can be hurt after all. Die!" His attack became even more furious as he smelled the scent of blood. Gia became more and more desperate. "If I don't do something now I'm gone for." Gia thought, "That small wound is making my arm weaker." Gia began to glow, a pale blue light was rising from his body. The demon stopped attacking, bewildered by the strange glow. He searched through his memory, trying to figure out what kind of attack the angel was using. He finally descovered it, deep in his 10,000 years of memory. "Damn!" The demon shouted as he began to try to counter Gia. "He's using the forbidden techniques of heaven. I have nothing that can counter that. Damn you! I'll kill you before you can attack me." Fire surrounded the demon's huge body as he summoned all of his power for one final attack. "You're too late." Gia said as he grabbed the demon behind the neck. "Die, fiend of hell." The demon's glow deminished, his eyes seemed to pop out of his head as Gia's glow encircled its body. The demon's body vanished into dust as Gia floated back down and slumped onto the ground. "Wow." Gia whispered as he stared at his hands. "I never knew that those scrolls concealed that kind of power. Killing that demon felt like squishing a tiny bug. That's why it's forbidden, it's far too powerful." "Hey," a voice sounded behind Gia, "You're pretty good. Been a long time since I've met someone who was as strong as you." Gia turned around to behold an angel with coal black wings. He studied the new arrival, trying to decide if the strange angel was a new enemy. "Who are you?" Gia asked. "I'm Wyatt. You seem new here, what's your name?" Wyatt replied. "I'm Gia." Gia said as Wyatt walked over to him. "How would you like to join my group? We're trying to escape this place." Wyatt asked Gia. "Hmm . . . Sure, but don't expect me to follow orders. I work my own way. I'm only joining so that I could have a better chance at escaping." Gia replied to the sudden question. "Follow me." Wyatt told Gia as he flew into the air. Gia's wings appeared and he accelerated into the air, quickly catching up to Wyatt. "This is going to be interesting." He said as he continued following the stranger. Is this okay? Tell me if I should change anything. Wanted to be a demon but there are already too many I guess. :animesmil

"That was fun." Kyo said to himself as he began to observe the others again. "Wolf meat is delicious." He anticipated the coming meal almost forgetting to be aware. Someone had left the group. It was Nida. Kyo lokked around and calmed himself. Sean was watching the eggs. Kyo closed his eyes in order to here things better. The footfalls of mice rang through the grass. The people chatted around him. Suddenly everything was quiet. Kyo knew that there was something wrong, only the people were making sounds. He slowly backed away from the group, no one noticed him leaving. He quickly retreated into the tall grass. Slight sounds of people stalking the group reached his ears. He had managed to get just behind them, before they closed their ring. He backed up some more, careful to avoid running into any of the bandits. "Shoot." Kyo thought to himself. "I can't warn the group because the bandits will know that I am here. I'll lose the advantage of surprise. I should have known. Wolves are attracted to things that they see as dead or near death. These bandits were around here all along." Kyo quietly unsheathed his sword and began to stalk the bandits himself, planning to eliminate them one by one. "I hope someone in the group is alert." Kyo said as he continued his selfappointed mission. "I know. I'll pretend to be one of them and make a sound. That should be enough to warn the others. Let's just hope that they can't see well in the dark." Kyo swiftly advanced, appearing among the ranks of the bandits. He dispatched one of their many comrads with a swift blow to the throat. He replaced that person, mimicking the movements of the other bandits. He pretended to trip in a hole and fell forward, making a loud thump as he landed. The bandits stopped in their tracks. I'll leave it to others to decide what happens next. If you don't like this part then just ask me to change it. :animeswea :animesmil

The wind howled around the gigantic trees in the ancient jungle. The debris on the forest floor, shot up from their comfortable bed, pulled away by the wind. Exotic scents filled the air. Small creatures raced about, both in the air and on the ground. Ferocious sounds also filled the stirring air. Shrieks of pain shot through the jungle, unfortunate creatures were falling to the giant unknown predators. The wind continued on its way. Not bothered by any of the small disturbances. It rose off of the forest floor and into the tangles of the jungle canopy, passing a silent figure perched on a limb. It was a young Jedi, Shannon. His eyes were closed, as if he was asleep. His short black hair stirred as the wind continued pass him, a sigh escaped his mouth. The wind continued, passing twelve huge ape-like creatures with long fangs who seemed to be stalking the lone human. The ape-like creatures continued crawling towards the Jedi, seeing him as easy prey. They crept closer and closer, dangling from tree limbs that were directly above him. They silently dropped down, falling towards the Jedi and his promise of a meal. Shannon?s eyes flashed open, a smile crept across his face. The ape-like creatures were now only 10 feet above him, rapidly closing in on their meal. They came to a sudden halt, stopping in midair, just a foot above Shannon?s face. Surprise and confusion filled their humanoid faces. Shannon looked up at them, a small smile on his face. The creatures were suddenly moved beyond the tree limb, still suspended in the air. Shannon?s smile disappeared, the ape-like creatures fell with it. Loud thuds filled the jungle as the creatures struck the ground, stone dead. ?Why?d they have to attack me?? Shannon asked himself. ?Oh well, they made the wrong choice. Guess I have to get back to my mission. I was enjoying the peace here.? Shannon flashed up to the top of the canopy, heading towards a small platform. His starship, Xero, was resting on the platform, waiting for his return. He walked over to it, climbing into its roomy cockpit. He placed his helmet on and activated the ship. It lifted off of the platform and accelerated into space, leaving the still wild rim planet behind. ?Here I come Ferriz.? Shannon told himself as he set the coordinates for Cousaunt, where Ferriz, the person he was told to capture, had his base.