Starwind

[CENTER]I live a life most fear, and have seen things many would say best forgotten. I have known the sweet taste of a moments joy, and the bitterness of the empty battlefield. I've travled far and near, to fight enemies large and small. I step boldly and proudly across all the land and let know the world I stand to protect. I fight to perserve peace and free the subjigated. I do this so that the day may come when I will look back and say I was proud of what I was.... [COLOR=Red][SIZE=4]A Soilder[/SIZE][/COLOR].[/CENTER] ----------------------------------------------------------------------- NO speacial powers NO made up worlds NO fantastic voyages This is a story about real people, real soldiers, living in Iraq. We will need alot of variety, so not everyone can be infantry and medics. We'll need everything from infantry to veterinarians for this to work. There'll only to two slots open for officers, 5 for NCO's (Non commisioned officers), and then any number of junior enlisted(Speacialist, PFC and, private.) IF you have any questions I'll also be posting an underground as well. I would like to start this in the next few days while I'm still off. Unfortunatly it'll be harder for me to participate once I'm called back to duty after the holidays, so lets try and make this happen quick. Sign up: [B]Name:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] 18-45 (If you chose to be 18-22 then you can't claim an officer or NCO rank) [B]Rank: [/B] [B]Appearance:[/B] [B]Duty(MOS):[/B] this is basically what your trained and there to do. [B]Origins:[/B] Just something basic. Where your from and why your here will be sufficient, but if you feel like adding more feel free. Far be it from ,me to impose against your creativity. My sign-up: [B]Name:[/B] Tom Cosola [B]Age: [/B] 27 [B]Rank:[/B] Captain [B]Appearance:[/B][URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/ryoji.jpg]Tom.[/URL] [B]Duty(MOS):[/B] 68S Preventive Medicine. My job is to over see the sanitation and health hazards present on and off post. [B]Origins:[/B] Born in Oklahoma, Tom was raised in a military family and has enlisted to follow through with a long family tradition of military service. He married young and has a daughter at home that he has yet to see. He has been on service over seas for four months now and he has no idea when he'll be sent back home, it's looking like he'll be there another year.

1.Neon Gensis Evangelion. From the first time I saw it I was mezmorized by this series. Watching it the first time through offers the thrill of this unpredictable story that seems to shift paces like a car shifts gears. But as you go back to watch it again youu start realizing that there is alot more depth tot he story then one would have orginally thought. 2.Bleach. This new kid on the block in the anime world is making some serious waves considering it's one of the newest ones to hit the states. This series appeals to me simply because of the characters. Theres something about each character that feels orginal and fresh, while maintaining some odd sort of familiarity. The story s nothing to unusual or speacial, but the cast makes up for this fact. 3.Cowboy Bebop. This is a series with an attitude all it's own. the whole feel to the series is serene and mellow, while still containing great fight scenes and pleanty of action. The characters feel human. It's as if they were living breathing people with stories all there own. You never learn too much about any of them and that just adds to the story, because it makes things seem less personable. Like your just following these total strangers around. 4.S-cry-ED. This is just fun for some beat down action. There's no real depth to the series and nothing special about it, it's just a good time. And, honestly, that's all you need sometimes. 5.Trigun. The men of the hour here are none other then Vash the Stampede and Nicholas D. Wolfwood. This tag team make up the whole of this seriesa appeal as far as I'm concerned. Nuf said.

As far as whether or not it's true love is hard to say. That's kinda something you have to feel on your own. Noone can really give you that answer. As far as how to approach her, just try being yourself. Become familar with her. Or you can just do what I did and be up front and straight forward with her. That works sometimes too. In the end, though, it's all up to you how you handle it. The best thing you can do is try, because if you don't then it'll never happen. If you fail it'll hurt for a little while, but if you never try it'll hurt for a very long time, trust me on this.

I guess my biggest regret would have to be not trying harder. There are so many things I have done and some many I am doing and I'm letting myself be satisfied with mediocrity. My class, my PT scores, things I could do so much better on, but I was willing to settle for less at the time because it was easier.

The question is a valid one and it's one I don't personally have a good answer to. I think for me it is simply getting to go somewhere where you don't have to deal with the daily stress of life. Right now I'm stationed away from home so my stress levels are pretty high most of the time since I spend the vast majority of my time working. Anime allows you to see many more amazing things and see the lives of another played out right before in a chaotic assembly we call episodes. As you lose yourself here you feel at peace with where you are. Whether or not this is really the answer, or just some romanticized idea came up with is nothing I can be certain of. However, I can say that it at least sounds a little convincing.

I make my return to the Otaku here and now. As a member of Americas army, I can't say how thrilled I was to here that this tyrannical monster was finally going to hang for his crimes against humanity. The only travisty to justice in this case was the fact that it took so long to find him guilty. Anyone who's kept tabs on the news, knows that this has further divided the nation and that things are only going to get worse unfortunatly. However, this moment will ultimately prove to be an important milestone in Iraq's history. What awaits this nation and it's fledgling government is still uncertain, but I truly believe that the sentence handed down for Saddam Hussein was the best one possible. And it's everything he deserves.

I'm with Chibi here, Ann Coulter needs to either develope some insight, or some self control. Personally, I have nothing against gay marriage, and I don't get the whole argument on the conservative. All I keep hearing is how it's "Violating the sanctity of marriage!" Yes, 'sanctity', of marriage in a society where half of all marriages end in divorce. Am I the only one who sees the humor in this? I'm in the military and, as I'm sure you all know, they don't allow gays in service. Mind you, they don't actually ask you your sexual preference when you enlist, it's more like don't ask, don't tell. Anyway, one of the ways you can be dischargerd from the military is to get married to another person of the same gender. People often ask why Clinton wasn't popular with military personel. It had most to do with the fact that he was for trying to legitimize gays in the armed services. The military is like a giant red neck after party. For most it's an excuse to kill people and get paid doing it. At the end of the day, does letting gays get married really hurt anyone? Sure the catholic church would get pissed, but were talking about the same church that has helped protect child molesters for years. True, I can't see the catholic point of veiw because I'm not one, nor do I want to be. The only question I ask to them is "Why is it a sin?" Why is it wrong for two people who love each other, to be together. Love is a simple thing, and gender shouldn't play the such a major role.

I had a deal with bullies a few years ago, but that has stopped as of the start of high school. Why did it stop? I don't know. It just did. Maybe it had to do with going to a school where no one knew me. Anyway, if this guy is going after you when others are with him, then he's trying to make himself look big. It feeds his ego to watch you squirm. Whenever someone tries tos tart crap with me I just get in his face. He takes a step forward you take two. If he looks ready to fight, then you need to look more then happy to ablige. Sure, he might actually hit you, but if you just keep backing off you might as well be encouraging him. God knows I got the crap beat out of me more then once. But let me say that it's better then living in agony. And if your really worried about fighting, don't be. It's not as hard as one would think. Just move fast and hit hard. Muscles got little to do with it. Sure he hits harder, but that doesn't matter if he can't hit you. And if all else fails, shot for the soft spot between his legs. The point it don't let him have his way. If you do then it'll never get better. Even if he beats you up, you stand up one time and suddenly your less of a target cause you won't just sit there and take it anymore.

[B]Name:[/B] Yukimura Sanada [B]Nickname:[/B] Slumbering Dragon of Echigo [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Age:[/B] 19 [B]Half/Full:[/B] Full Blood [B]Appearance:[/B] Yukimura is slight in apperance. He is hardly what one would look for in a battle hardend warrior. His hair is black and just beneath shoulder length that he wears down. He has fair skin with a fine tan. If anything he looks like a pretty boy. He wears a blue kimono with a six coin crest on the back, with a matching pants set. He usually goes around bare foot. The only battle marks he has are on his upper arm and back. These are marks left over from his time in the lost land of Kudoyama. [B]Weapon Choice:[/B] He carries the katana that belonged to his father, who dies in Kudoyama. The sword has a blue scabard decorated with a red dragon that wraps the scabard. The guard is silver with a floral pattern, the hilt is red laquerd wood with black leather wrapings. The blade is 32 inches, the hilt's 10 inches. The blade is made of a high grade steel. The sword is called Ryuushin, Dragons Crest. His father claimed it was forged by the reverded Masamune. [B]Fighting Style:[/B] He is of the Sacred Fire style of kenjutsu. He studied during his time in Echigo as their prisoner. It was during his time here that he was given the nick name that follows him to this day. His style utilizes fast and overwhealming strikes. The purpose is to make the enemy feel as if there being comsumed. It's said that the most skilled warriors can actually generate heat with there strikes, causing the enemy to become even more disoriented. Sword play is quick, leg work is strong and sturdy. [B]Personality:[/B] A laid back person. He doesn't seem like the type to cause trouble, nor does he seem the type to even enjoy trouble. He can usually be found drinking about town. Womanizing is another past time for this fine fella. But underneath all this shameful behavior lies his true self. There is only one word to describe the true Yukimura Sanada, monster. His sensei in Echigo once said that deep within his humble soul rested the soul of an unstoppable monster. He didn't know the half of it. He is a laxed leader, which often leads his men to question his reason, but he is fast to act and is driven by an unstoppable ambition. But above all, he despises Tokugawa Ieyasu with every fiber of his being.

With all my lack of originality, I usually end up using similar, or even identical, architypes for characters. I dosen't shine well on me, but once I reach a place I'm not to comfortable with changing rapidly. I do experiment every now and again, but I'm ususally ppretty perdictable in my rping ways.

[B]Name:[/B] Micheal Drellas [B]Age:[/B] 30 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Personality:[/B] He is the kind of person that goes unoticed and is that last to be suspected of anything. He smiles alot and doesn't have much of a temper. To those who know him see him as being very leisurly and calm. He enjoys relaxing. He believes in taking life one day at a time. He chose his line of work for one reason and one reason only: He likes it. He derives pleasure from hunting people down. He feels that to hunt animals is pointless, since there so stupid, but humans make far more cunning prey. He loves to fight. One of his favorite things to say is [I]"Battle reveals your true heart and nature. This gives way to your true ecstacy. Pain is simply the price we pay for this pleasure."[/I] [B]Appearance: [/B] [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/1calintz_j.jpg][U]Micheal[/U].[/URL] [B]Style:[/B] He perfers the direct approach. He stalks his target for a bit til they either catch on or he gets bored of just following them. If he gets bored before they notice him he deams them not worthy of his attention and takes them out with one of his favorite techniques, the drop strike. He moves in quick and with one fluid motion stabs them through the back, straight through there heart, and out the chest. He can do this regardless if he approaches from the front of the back. However, if they notice him, then he decides it's worth it to draw this out into a full on fight. He uses fast sword play and is quite experienced. He's not one to be riled up by a few sharp words, so he stays on his game pretty well, this gives him an advantage over most others who are a bit moodier. [B]Weapon:[/B] He uses a long single edged blade, the one seen in the pic. There's nothing terribly amazing about it. He doesn't care much for guns, so he only carries a 9mm for precautionary measures, but he has never actually had to fire it, since he can usually force close quarters combat with his speed. [B]Other Skills:[/B] One of his most useful skills is slight of hand. He moves his hands with such grace and speed that he can often disorient his opponents. As soon as they lose balance or take there eyes of his hands he moves in for the blow. He's not one to waste a fight on an instant kill shot, so he usually just picks at those select few he decides to fight til they simply can't move anymore. [B]Bio:[/B] I was born to a simple family. A pair of working class parents with three children, me the oldest of them. We didn't have all the money in the world, but they lived happy lives, free of confrontation and complecation. How I hated them all. They were such weak people, happy and content with mediocrity. I had my first taste of blood when I was 12. I had taken my first job at a local pet store working the late shift by myself. The back room made for an excellent torture chamber for the little beasts of burden in the shop, but it wasn't quite the same. They were so pathetic it was almost shameful, emphasis on almost. Then one day a group of thugs decided to take up residence in the back room. One can tell what happend next, but I'll relive it anyway. With the barrier of self defence on my side, I took a scalpel I had brought for my pet experiments and carved them away. It was here I realized what beasts human really were. It was only a year later that I learned you could hunt people for a living. And it was only a month after I put myself out there that I got my first job from a local gang. I've been a killer ever since. That's all you need to know, cause, quite frankly, that's all that matters. I'm the best your gonna find because I love my job.

Emilio finally decended into the dazzling ball room after an hour of trying to pick something to wear, then actually putting it on. He was wearing a blue jacket, black vest, blue pants, red tie, and white undershirt. The cuff links were red, and looked quite a bit like rubies. Seeing the suit and then the ball room made him suspect that the clothes he was wearing were worth more then his yearly wages. This made him feel a little uptight about the whole situation. He wasn't use to such up scale living. He was a tailor, and in his life he had never even seen clothes like these before, let alone wear them. He looked about the room seeing many dressed in equally impressive attire. He felt like he was out of his class, or possibly his mind. Either way it was all very akward. Not wanting to stand out, he quickly tried to make himself appear preoccupied. moving around the tables, trying to look like he belonged. He saw chefs come into the hall with carts of food in every variety. Fine cuts of beef, fresh fish and poultry, crab, lobster, cakes and other treats, bottles of fine wine decorated every corner. All this food made him realize how hungry he was, but he didn't want to make a glutton of himself, so he waited for the others to make there move. Plus, he was sorried about making a mess of the fine clothes he had dressed himself in. God knows he couldn't afford to replace them if they should get stained. He rememberd that the old woman who came to his room said something about the 'others'. Maybe they were already here. It was hard to tell since everyone was so well dressed. He felt like the only one sticking out, but everyone else seemed to blend in so well. The cheffs were going about there business putting the tables together, so Emilio tryed to keep himself amused with other things. Thought sadly, he didn't know with what he would amuse himself. He felt like was very different from the others there. Suddenly a tall man came up behind him [B]"May I help you, sir?"[/B] Emilio turned with a jump, he sure was jumpy today. He only now realized he had placed himself in front of one of the tables that had been set. He wasn't used to being referred to as a sir, and the whole thing only made him a little less comfortable. He looked at the table before him [B]"May I have some of the chicken?"[/B] The man bowed humbly, making Emilio feel even odder. He put a few pieces of meat on a plate then handed it to Emilio [B]"Will that be all? Perhaps a drink as well?"[/B] Emilio nodded slowly and the man poured him a glass of red wine from a dark bottle, with a fine gold leaf on it. All this formality was making him feel like he should leave, but he knew that it would be rude to the host to just leave like that. Emilio took the plate and the glass and left quickly, afraid the man might ask him more questions. The music in the hall was elegant and pleasing to the ears. All the people dancing made it feel like a scene from a movie or a play. Emilio then noticed a few others as well who were not dancing. Perhaps these were the 'others' he had heard mention of. Did she mean others like him? Now he wished he had asked her then. Emilio just stood there eating and taking a few sips of his wine every few seconds, unsure of what he should do. He rememberd that the note mentioned the chancellor would be appearing. Surly he would have some kind of answer for Emilio and these others. That fact was perhaps the only thing grounding Emilio at the party, which was making him feel increasingly uneasy. It was killing Emilio inside that he didn't know anyone here. He was used to living in small communities where everybody knew everybody. All these unfamilar faces, living in such extravagance is perhaps the most troubling. Emilio went toward a nearby wall and stood off to the side [B]"I want to go home."[/B]

[COLOR=Red]I had a few different crushes in my day. Unfortunatly, I'm such a sad, pathetic little man that I never fessed up to any of the girls in question. I've had three girlfriends, but the first two only lasted a few weeks. My most recent has held out for a while, and I'm hoping to see it become something serious.[/COLOR]

While I am partial to many different animes, I would have to say that my favorite is Neon Genisis Evangelion. This is a work of brilliance. It starts out simple and typical of any other giant robo anime, but slowly the atmosphere becomes darker and far more complex. It becomes less and less about the robots and monsters, and more about the characters involved. The symbolism is almost unbelieveable. There are so many different angles to the story and so many different ways to interperate them. I've gotta say, this one holds a soft spot in my heart.

I'll just let you know that the whole idea is disgusting in every sense. I don't get it nor would I want to. I would like to further vouch the idea of there being alot of sick people out there.

Emilio sat perfectly still in the unfamilar bed. The letter still clutched lightly in his let hand. He then started to look about the room, thinking of how this couldn't be possible. This room was unlike any other he had known before. It was nothing like the ones of his village back home. This made the story about coma and all those lost years all the more believeable. But whenever he started to believe it he either comforted himself with the the thought that he had simply fallen asleep reading again and was just dreaming about his book, or he would begin to cry for the loss of his family. By the time he finally botherd to rise from the bed he was both physicaly and emotionally drained. He went to the dark window on the far end of the room. He stepped toward it with caution, as if he were anticipating a fall. Beyond the black film of the window was a forest of lights. Emilio had only seen pictures of such places, but to actually be there left him breathless. He then looked down the face and saw the black tar street below and was struck by vertigo. He felt dizzy and nauseaus. He stumbled backwards a bit then fell to the ground. He then heard a voice from behind him [B]"Oh my, are we not used to heights?"[/B] Emilio turned with a jump to see a round, older woman standing in the doorway. An odd looking woman, dressed in a terribly drab grey garment. She seemed to almost waddle over to him with a warm smile spread across her face. She set a hand out to him and helped him to his feet. She was surprisingly strong for a woman of her age and stature. She pat him on the shoulder [B]"Are you feeling better?"[/B] Emilio's face was still red and streaked from the crying fits he had been having. Emilio rubbed his eyes again and then gave his head a quick shake [B]"Yes, I'm alright."[/B] The look on her face told Emilio that she was on to the fact that he had lied to her. The woman turned and went to the small closet on the other end of the room and began to file through the clothes inside. She came back out with a few pairs of pants, jackets and shirts [B]"The supreme chancellor has requested that you and the others come to the celebration of your arrival. Please pick from the clothes I have out for you and come out whenever your ready."[/B] She gave a quick bow to him and walked out of the room. Emilio stood perfectly still for a moment and gazed back to the window only a few feet behind him. He couldn't see the stars in the sky. He had dreamed of seeing such a place someday, but now it felt so hollow and empty. His mind started to wander again until he found himself thinking of Maria and Riza again. He closed his eyes and walked back to the foot of the bed. He wasn't sure if he was still sad anymore, but the tears still wouldn't stop falling. Emilio looked back to the right side of the bed, where the clothes had been set out for him [B]"I want to go home."[/B]

I'm kinda neutral about the whole coming to Adult Swim thing right now. I'm curious to see how the dubbing job goes, but I'm not holding my breath. All I want from it right now is for the filler episodes to come to and end soon. I get the feeling that there are probably about ten or twelve episodes left in it, but I think it'll be done soon. Or maybe it's more like hoping, which ever. I like it so far, in both the anime and manga. The battle sequences are always fun to watch. The fine artwork for the series contributes to this fact. I can't wait to see more of the series, but I still worry about how the dubbing might go. I've seen some pretty good anime get butcherd through poor dubbing.

I must say that I lean in the way of the hopeful agnostic. I would like to think that there is a place we go when we die and that I might get to go to heaven, but you can't really know these kinds of things unless your dead. So there might really just be a big black void at the end of it all, but I kinda hope there's more to it then that.

[CENTER][B]Name:[/B] Poseidon, God of the Seas [B]Age:[/B] 2880 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Race:[/B] God [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/1poseidon-1152.jpg][U]Poseidon.[/U][/URL] He is a tall broding individual. He has flowing white hair and eyes as black as the greatest depths of his sea. He has a chistled figure with white skin. He has the wings of a manta ray on his back, and carries his trident by his side as his constant companion. There was a time when he and his brothers were almost indistinguishable. He too had tanned skin and fair blonde hair. He was only slightly shoter then his brothers, which is what set him apart. His eyes were an emerald green. His skin was hard and rough. His time in the seas have changed many of these things. His skin is now smooth and soft. His tan is gone now, but his body has gained the many colors of the sea. He has the gift of sea, to change his skins color to anyone that can be found in the sea. [B]Personality:[/B] Perhaps the moodiest of the gods. He is on edge for the most part, always ready for threats from both man and god alike. He has a war like temprament second only to Ares, his nephew. He is as unperdictable as the seas and is not considerd to be of favorable company. He often disassociates himself from his brothers, preferring to be on his own. His wife Amphitrite and their son Triton make up most of his close company. Though his relationship with both is rocky due to his permiscuous nature. One of his greatest attributes is his creativity. It is said he used this imaginative mind of his to craft the first horse from a rock, and so is worshiped by herdsmen. [B]Bio:[/B] Like his brothers and sisters, he too waged war against there father Cronus and his titan breathren. Once Poseidon recieved the trident from the cyclopes, he used this mighty weapon to send crashing waves to sweep away the mighty warships of his father. Despite there strength, the war between god and Titan waged for many years. Finally at the fall of the titans, Zeus cast the remaining titans into Tartarus, a place as far beneath the earth as heaven is above earth. Having won victory, they cast lots for the sovereignty, and to Zeus was allotted the dominion of the sky, to Poseidon the dominion of the sea, and to Hades the dominion of the Underworld. Then Poseidon constructed the brazen fence that runs round Tartarus and its gates of bronze, behind which the titans were confined. In the years that followed, Poseidon would come to create all the creatures of the sea, as well as horses. For this he is worshiped by seafarers, fishermen, and herdsmen alike. When Poseidon decided to marry the Oceanid Amphitrite, she, wishing to remain a virgin, escaped and fled to Atlas. Poseidon then send many to look for her, and among them a certain Delphin, who after long wanderings, found her and persuaded her to marry Poseidon, organizing himself the whole wedding. For this reason, they say, Poseidon put the dolphin among the Constellations. Together they would have a son named Triton, a merman. From head to waist he would appear as one of the gods, but he had the tail of a creature of the sea. Triton assisted the ArgonauTts and on another occasion blew his shell-trumpet, which he had invented, against the Giants putting them to flight. When Athena was born she was brought up by Triton. This is not to say that he does not have many other offspring. Including the winged horse, Pegasus which he fatherd with the gorgon Medusa. He is second only to his brother Zeus in affairs and illigitimate children. The world above crumbles, but so long as his sea remains undisturbed, Poseidon bares little concern for what happens to the mortals. This has caused quite abit of family tention on both fronts. Being as tempremental as he is, both his brothers fear for which side he might take, since Neutrality can't last, not anymore. They fear that the side he takes may sway the balance of power in greatly with the favor of the side he takes. Triton has been absent from his court as of late and his wife pleads for him to listen to Zeus, but he'll have nothing of it. His sons absence disturbs him greatly and he has sent all the denizens of the sea in search of him, but they have yeilded no results. War is about to begin, so both sides are pulling for his allegiance. Hades seems to be schemeing, but it's hard to sya what he has planned for Poseidon and his seas. [/CENTER]

Right now I guess they'd have to be... [list] [*]My job. I love what I do. [*]My brothers and sisters in arms. The boys counting on me in my squad. [*]Video games. I'm a gamer at heart, regardless of anything else. [*]Martial arts. I love to learn and practice. I probably enjoy sparring a little too much, but nothing I can do about that, right. [*]My GF. My day is always better when I get to spend it with her. [*]My future. I've got plans with what I'm doing, so I've got to get up and keep moving. [/list] I think that's about it, but it's enough for me to get going.

On the horizon the line of Crimson Blayze soilders became apparent. It was a broad sweeping unit. There favorite formation since they could just move like a wall and push there opponents back until they were crushed into the dust. James halted in his movement, then Kelston and Boldock did the same. Both were about thirty feet away, to either side of him, but the three were still very aware of each others movements. Even the High flying Shriner stopped in flight with the rest of his comrades, if you could call them that. James pushed his hands out to either side and Boldock and Kelston moved for the flank. He then waved his right hand and pointed toward the approaching wall Shriner then flew off, as to land directly in the middle of there company. Ametite simply followed along with Shriner while James stood perfectly still for a moment. He dawned his heathen gauntlets, as he was sure the others were dawning there own weapons. Kelston with his black broad sword, Boldock with his grappling daggers, and Shriner with his forearm blades. James began to walk toward the approaching troops. They were only a few hours outside of Raven's Eye, so stopping them now would be crucial. James could hear the whining of the horses, and the groans of there frustrated riders. The red cracks in James' gauntlets seemed to glow. James pulled the corner of his coat away, placing his right index finger on his shoulder. He then pushed the black claw of his gauntlet into this skin, then drew it back. He watched the blood seep through slowly for a moment. It wasn't deep, but it was enough to set him off. He replaced his coat, as his body began to go into horrifying convulsions. He screamed and flailed for a moment, then went quiet again. The shadow around him seemed to grow larger, as it met with the other shadows from his fellow watchers. It was then that James broke into laughter as he looked up toward the enemy force which seemed to be preparing for a charge on all fronts. James' face was filled with a look of sadistic joy as he turned his calm march to the enemy, into a mad dash for the frontline. As he approached the line he leapt over the first wave and landed on one of the horsemen from the cavalry. This sent the horse, and all it's neighbors, into an absolute frenzy. They were either trying to stomp on him or runaway from him. James jumped back to the front line and slit the throats of two other soilders in his passing. The damage had been done. The cavalry was out of control, as rider after rider was thrown from the back of their animal as it tried to run free. Many soilders on the front were trampled in the passing. James and his team had already taken and important offensive move. Now the attack could really begin.

James kept his cold gaze fixed on Ametite for a moment as he throughly brought the information through his head. While a brave and reckless bunch, the Kutisok were also relativly small in size. The standard guards at the [I]Falcon's Nest[/I] would be enough to hold up to their assault as long as they didn't let themselves to be intimidated by there unfaltering determination. James decided that the great size of the Crimson Blayze were a much more eminent threat. They may not have been very tactical in there advances, but there sheer size and brawn made up for that lacking. If they made it all the way to the capital unopposed, then there stronghold would surely fall to there brawn. James set his hand on his ghostly white mask and drew his hand down. He then snapped his fingers [B]"Boldock, Shriner, Kelston!"[/B] Suddenly, as if they had actually been manifested from the shadows, three more watchers appeared. Boldock was a half elf, Shriner was a Harpy like Ametite, and Kelston was a Half Dragon. They were all kneeling down on one knee just behind James. Boldock answerd [B]"What are our orders commander?"[/B] Ametite seemed disturbed abit at the sight of them. Perhaps because they appeared so abruptly, or maybe it was the fact that they were as blank and emotionless as James appeared to be. James's empty, hollow voice seemed to be more like an echo from his throat, like someone else calling out from inside him [B]"We will take to the east. We must hinder the Crimson Blayze's advance in anyway we can. Shriner will take to the sky's with Ametite and follow her to where they were last sighted, Boldock and Kelston will follow me at distance to the right and left and prepare for a flanking attack when we make contact with there advancing forces. I will take the frontward attack. We'll strike all at once and stop there movement all at once."[/B] The three stood to there feet and bowed, replying in unison [B]"Yes sir."[/B] Shriner stepped forward and went to Ametite's side, while Boldock and Kelston went to either side of James. James finally made eye contact with Ametite [B]"This is all the force we'll need. Take us to where you saw them."[/B] She was lost in James's yellow eyes for a moment, but quickly snapped back to her senses. With a beat of her wings she was airborne, with Shriner quick on her heels, or wings if you prefer. James took in there direction on foot, as did Boldock and Kelston. Watchers often frightend animals like horses, and other such beasts of burden, so they were more then used to going great distances on foot. As the three on the ground moved, Ametite noticed that a shadow seemed to move with them. As if the darkness was drawn to them. It was at this time that she noticed that the skies seemed darker with Shriner by her side. The team of five made and advance east in what seemed to Ametite as a hopeless attempt at thwarting the Crimson Blayze. However, James and his underlings showed neither confidence nor concern. There faces were as blank and unmoving as granite slates.

Many people have been worried about this day for quite some time. Everyone is convinced that the number 666 is a sign of the devil. For those who don't know where it comes from, let me shed some light. Me and an english teacher of mine actually looked into this and discoverd that the number has nothing to do with satan, though it is tied into another sinister historical figure. The number came about from the ancient texts depicting the name of the tyranical Roman emperor Nero. The origins of the number come from the misinterpretation of his name. Through time it has become so enveloped in pop culture that it will probably always be known as the mark of the devil. Oh well, can't be helped can it. As far as my own experiences for the day, they were rather uneventful. I went to the movies just so I could see the Omen on 6-6-06. It was a decent film, even if it was a little perdictable at times. Regardless, this was an over hyped idea, by an easily spooked, and deeply religious society.

I'll admit that your point isn't completely unfounded. Though I suppose I;m such an exception to this gender role. I'm a guy and I don't go causing problems, I have only ever used anime themed avatars and banners, and I try not to draw to much attention to myself if I possibly can. I suppose your right in addressing the idea, since there are problems like this in some forums, but I don't really see such problems as those here. I have noted that no such roles seem to apply. If you want to know someones gender, you have to ask, or watch out for any self references in there posts.

[B]Name:[/B] James Terran [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Age:[/B] 26 [B]Faction:[/B] Black Falcon [B]Apperance:[/B] [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/new-layout_04.gif][U]James Terran[/U].[/URL] He is 5'10 and 175 lbs. He has a toned athletic build. [B]Race:[/B] Watcher(human)- A race of misfits. They have no definitive source of origin, or race of preference. They are considerd cursed at birth and are often times killed at the same time. As they grow older the masks, that are characteristic of the race, slowly grow larger, til it eventually conpletely conceals there face. They are a race caught between heaven, earth, and hell. Though they are not born with there masks, which only starts to appear in the sixth year, they are born with a cresent shaped mark, usually on the back of there necks, that shows what they are. There curse gives them hightend strength and speed, compared to the norm of there represenative race. The down side is that there souls aren't the only things divided. They often have multiple personalities, making them unpertictable. There is no way to be sure which is the original since they are born this way as well. No one side is ever able to obtain complete dominance, so there inner mind is in a state of constant turmoil. [B]Personality:[/B] There are many different sides to him and they each vary. For the most part he is placid and almost robotic in apperance. He doesn't seem to have any emotions, but this can rapidly change. He often shifts, betweent this and his combat personality, who is exactly what you would expect. Wicked, cruel, sadistic, and manipulative. Beyond combat he is also known to shift to compassionate and even loving at times. His inner turmoil often leaves him emotionally exhausted, resulting in the dry emotional state that he exhibits so often. [B]Weapons/Abilities:[/B] [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/MyGauntlets.jpg][U]Heathen Gauntlets[/U].[/URL] He prefers hand to hand combat, and these help him in dealing with armed opponents. His skills involve quick strikes and fast leg work. [B]Bio:[/B] When he was born it was all to obvious what he was, and his parents wanted the doctors to kill him. The factions heads stepped up instead and took him under there 'care'. They wanted to experiment with using Watchers as soilders. In the past, though they were strong, they were unperdictable and usually uncontrolable. But this had not discouraged them from trying more. There dark nature made them a useful addition to there steath factions. James was taken and named by his training commander and was put through a series of rigirous psychological as well as physical tests. Like others of his kind, as he grew older, his face began to become concealed behind his mask, which now leaves only half of his face visible. They feared that he would be yet another lost cause, but eventually his mental state became so fractured that he fell into states of mental and emotional fatigue fairly easily. True this would hinder his cognitive capibilities, but this also made him more complient and easier to manipulate, so long as none of his personalities bacme too active. He was deployed on his first operatives mission when he was 12. They sent him in to fly solo, to see the extent of his skill, even in a fatigued state. On his first mission he killed 4 Crimson Blayze soilders. The research and training teams considerd this a huge victory and decided to go full speed ahead with the project. Only one problem. Since Watchers were born completely at random and to any given race and were usually killed at birth, this means that the project has been slow moving at best. To date, there are only 4 active watcher operatives in the Black Flacon faction, the oldest of which is James. James now acts as the leader of one of the special ops teams. The upper levels simply use his kind as a crutch to secure the Telthes Throne. But among his kind there is no unity, nor comradery.