Starwind

Now, I'm not saying that this may be the only reason, but this is the first one that comes to mind for me. Perhaps it's if in face of up bringing. The poverty levels in America are also appalingly high, so many people, teens inparticular, are turning there backs on school at an early age to try and make money. Now obviously, not all are criminals, but a good majority are. Or live in and around high crime areas. Am I saying that we need to help all those pan handling 30 somethings you see on the street. No. But that's not the discussion here. What I'm getting at is taht we need to try and help the kids. Those who have no other real opportunities for self advancement. If your biggest worry as a kid is: When's your next meal? Then your not gonna be very school oriented if you catch my drift. This is just my opinion on the matter, and I realize there are many other possible factors in play, but this is just the most disstressing one for me.

Roll didn't need to move to know who it was. The only person who could slip in the house like this was none other then Tony. Roll finally spoke back up [B]"Why is it that I can never find you, but you always seem to find me?"[/B] There was a light laugh from behind him followed by [B]"That's because, unlike you, I know how to keep a low profile."[/B] Roll sat up "Yeah, whatever." He turned himself to look at the man sitting on his window sil. He was a taller man, at least 6'4 to 6'6. He was very pale, with emerald green eyes and streak blonde hair. He had on a bright red trench coat made of a fine cloth. Under it were a brown T-shirt, black jeans, and a brown pair of boots. He also had black gloves, with strange star-like inscriptions on them. Roll stared at him for a second [B]"Why is it you always come after me for nothing?"[/B] Tony's pure white teeth shown back at the him in the moon light [B]"Isn't it enough that I just want to see an old friend every now and again?"[/B] Roll just chuckled and offerd up no response. Tony let out a sigh [B]"Whatever. Anyway, good thing your phsycic friend is so polite. I don't think she's even aware tha I'm here."[/B] Roll turned his smirk to the left [B]"We have an honor policy around here. No one turns there powers on there fellow devils is the only real rule of the house. Well, that and don't blow the house up."[/B] Tony looked back out the window he came in [B]"Arent' you tired of this place yet? I thought if I let you be you'd eventually get up and go again."[/B] Roll kept his gaze fixed on Tony [B]"Sorry, but I'm actually pretty comfortable here. Don't think I'm going anywhere."[/B] There was another sigh from Tony [B]"Alright. I guess I'll see you around."[/B] With that, Tony pushed out of the third story window and was gone in an instant. Roll went to the window to look out for him, but Tony had already made himself elusive once again. Fate's child of shadows knew how to utilize his power well.

Roll came back through the front door of the house and stretched as he enterd. There were a few others in the lobby, but he paid them little mind. He had the information he needed for his job and now he just wanted to hurry up and go to bed. He walked up the stairs and juggled his thoughts around, but they all came back to his mark. It filled him with intrigue and uncertainty to know that she was such a high profile mark with no bodyguards of anykind. This could prove to be quite entertaining, if it weren't so unnerving. Roll came to his bedroom door and walked in with the slow creek of the door. It was ironic that he was Fate's child of life and yet his room was very drab and dull. He wasn't into interior decorating, since he spent little time in his room. He really only went there to sleep at night. He was too much of a socialite to sit around in his room all day. He moved his way across the gray, plain, drab room. The room was actually white, but the dark light of the moon made the room appear a dull shade of cray. The bed was the only exception. It had a multiple of floral patterns in all ranges of color. It seemed kinda tacky in his otherwise boring room. Roll walked past the bed and went to the window first. He looked out to the street, then the moon one last time. This helped him settle his thoughts and bring him to a calm. He turned and went back to the foot of his bed where he then began to undress. He stripped down to his boxers and left his clothes set there on the ground. He was feeling to lazy to bother picking them up now. Roll curled himself up on his bed and pulled his covers up. There was a light chill that passed through the air and the light shone brighter. Without turning to look, Roll already knew what was happening. He spoke only a few words [B]"Hey there Tony."[/B] The silence that followed came with an air of almost crushing tension, and then the words [B]"Good to see you, Holland."[/B]

Roll caught one more glance of Soma leaving with one of the guys from the party. He figured she must have found what she was looking for. Not like it was hard to do here. As such, Roll took up his own cause and began probing about. This place was usually on the higher end of social dress and demeanor. It often felt like the held up there nose to him, but he just flaunted his markings on his hands and people often feel into line. He used this to see who was packing insurance. If they had no way of protecting themselves from one such as himself, they would fall into line pretty quick, even if only til he was out of sight. However, those with other such bodyguards, or some other means of defense often maintained an unshifting demeanor. He was hoping he might be able to do this and spot his mark in the crowd. Sadly, this was to little avail. He never found her at the party, but he did pick up a thing or two in passing. How true it was, is uncertain. There is always the possiblity that it was just a rumor, but it seemed like alot more people then just the Lucky Devils had caught wind of this party where he was suppose to hit his mark. He even heard mention of cops and politicians attending. After scrounging some base level information, he decided he was sick of this snutty atmosphere. He went to Brett and bid his farewell and left through the back entrance. Some of the posibilities that had come to light were unsettling, but they could also prove to be most entertaining. Roll looked to the watch on his right arm [B]"Guess I'll head back to the house now."[/B] And with that he gave one final glance to the nightly moon and started back down the slowly quieting street.

Roll cocked his smile to the right again and turned back to her [B]"I have contacts of my own. And I'm gonna take you somewhere to meet an old friend. Sadly it's not as fun as this place, but I think you'll still find it to be a good time."[/B] Soma smiled back and the two stepped off the stoop of the brothel and started back into the downtown. As they made there way deeper into the seedy black district, the more the streets seemed to fill up. They went from nearly bare streets to crowded and clutterd. It only built up til it was virtually Marti Gras in the street. Roll reached back and took Soma's hand [B]"You might want to stick close."[/B] Soma smiled and pulled her hand away [B]"Thanks for the offer, but I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."[/B] Roll looked back and cocked his smile to the left this time and kept walking on through the crowd. He looked back to her and waved her toward the source of the crowd. It was the door to a large, neon trimmed night club with a sign above the door that read 'Tarot'. Roll approached the door, where a rather large line had formed. He walked up to the bouncer at the door, who casually stepped aside and let him right in. The two walked in on a rather typical night club scene, given a few exceptions. This was a very obviously open place, what with every thing from open sex on tables to drugies shooting up in the corners and bathrooms. This was not the most desirable place, and it was obvious Soma wasn't that comfortable with it all. She tapped Roll on the shoulder [B]"Why the hell am I here? This place is starting to give me the creeps."[/B] Roll looked back and just kept waving her on as they moved further and further through the night club. But as the further they moved back, the less active it seemed to become. Then the cause became apparent. There were two large guards and a thrid in the middle, obviously one of Fate's Children. Roll walked up to the young man [B]"Hey Andy, I need to see Bret."[/B] The middle guard, Andy, nodded and waved the other two off to the side. Roll nodded and went on through the door. Inside was a man seated behind a tacky red desk. The room was a shade of blue, making the desk stand out that much more. Roll waved Soma in after him. The door closed behind her [B]"Hey Brett. This is a friend of mine. Don't worry, she's on the level."[/B] The man's, Brett, eyebrows lowerd, and he seemed to calm down. He was a plump little man, with a full head of platinum blonde hair. He had squinty little eyes that seemed completely black from there angle in the brightly lit room. Roll approached the desk and a blue stool rose from the ground. He took a seat and waved Soma over to join [B]"Come on. This is your chance to learn a thing or two."[/B] He then looked to Brett again [B]"Brett my man, I've got a few questions for you. First off, as normal, have you picked up anything on Tony"[/B] Brett shook his head [B]"Sorry pal, same as last week. No one knows where he went off to."[/B] Roll nodded back [B]"Don't sweat it."[/B] He sighed, then shook his head [B]"Anyway, next question. Do you know anything about a Dealer named Julia Tarense?"[/B] Brett nodded [B]"Now theres a big name. You usually don't ask about clientel. Is there something you'd like to tell me?"[/B] Roll chuckled a bit [B]"I've got myself a little get together set up and I'd like her to be my guest of honor."[/B] Brett laughed [B]"She's a good client, but I do owe you one for not causing a rucus here. Don't let your guard down with that one. She might not have any powers like you, but she does have a few tips and tricks. How else would she make it without any bodyguards?"[/B] Roll got to his feet [B]"I'll keep that in mind." He reached his hand out "Thanks for the info. I'll keep it in mind for my little shindig."[/B] The two shook and then Roll looked to Soma [B]"Now are you ready for the real party?"[/B] She smiled back to him again[B] "Where is this 'Real Party'?"[/B] Roll looked to Brett and gave him a nod. Brett rolled his chair away and pushed the flat panel wall. The wall shifted in, the to the right as if it slide on a rail. Inside was a room that permeated the color of silver. It was a massive banquet hall, with quite a number of guests. This was a hot spot for the upper class of all backgrounds. Roll turned to Soma once more [B]"This is the perfect place to learn anything and everything you want to know about the underground. Just don't cause trouble til we leave."[/B] With that the two walked into the banquet hall, filled with the lifestyles of the rich and the famous canidates.

[B]Name:[/B] Timothy "Tim" Tsalikis [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Tanner.jpg][U]Tim.[/U][/URL] Tim is 5'9 and weights in at 145lbs. He wears his hair back in a long loose braid most of the time, but has been known to go with his hair straight down on ocassion. He wears loose fitting clothing and is generally very causal in appearance. [B]Personality:[/B] To match his personality, he is very loose and laid back most of the time. He doesn't like confrontation and avoids adverse situations. Though he tends to end up in the middle of some situation he would really have rather avoided. He gets in lots of trouble and as such is often times thought of by his teachers as a trouble maker, even though he doesn't act much like one. [B]Birthday:[/B] 2004, May 2 [B]Type Of Person:[/B] Regular Student [B]Ability:[/B] Medium. He has the ability to not only speak and see ghosts, but he can even interact and touch the ghosts. This leads to some rather negative situations for him. He has even gotten into physical fights with ghosts, which has lead many to believe that he's nuts. The benefit to this is the fact that he can also exorsize restless spirits. He has taught himself many different exorsism rituals so he could better liberate himself from these unwanted visitors. They plague him and are drawn to him due to his abilities, so he has had to learn if he ever wants a moments peace.

Roll thumbed his way through the stack of names and profiles. There were some big hits on this list. The mob kings around here sure through some stoand outish parties. Every contract killer, drug dealer, pimp and there mother were all invited to this damn thing. One name imparticular caught Roll's eye. It was a one Julia Tarense. She was a rather plain looking woman. She was 22 years old, brown hair, brown eye, 5'5, 125lbs., and one of the biggest speed dealers in the known area. It had been two years of tries, but Roll had never caught her. He was all over the idea of getting her at this party. There was a hefty bounty on this one. After he pocketd the piece of paper he followed Soma's lead and walked out of the house to enjoy the night life of the city. True he had only been in for a few hours, but hell, the night was still young. There was still lots of money to be made and fun to be had. Roll came up behind Soma [B]"Going out for a good night?"[/B] Soma turned to Roll with a grin to match his perpetual one [B]"Maybe. Care to join me for a night on this dirty little town."[/B] Roll looked up and down the grey street as the dim street lights started to flicker on. His smile leaned to his right[B] "Why not. Your just as interesting as anything else in this little burg."[/B] The two smiled at each other for a moment and then looked out toward the city as he heard the others in the house fumbling around still.

I just saw it this afternoon myself and I too was quite pleased with how it turned out. The ending was particularly good, I say this for those who waited through the credits for the little tid bit at the end. A nice twist to the ending. For those who haven't seen it yet, sit through the credits. If you don't you'll miss out on a nice little turn of events.

Does 6 months of military training count as plans? Cause if they do, then yes I have some big plans ahead of me. I get the first half of the summer to have fun, then I'm off to be physically and mentally tormented by a drill sargeant for 9 weeks. Then I get to go straight from there to my next training session in Texas where I'll be training in medicine. Those are my summer and fall plans.

[B]Name:[/B] Holland Talmack [B]Nickname:[/B] Roll [B]Age:[/B] 19 [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/1ashurei.jpg][U]Holland "Roll" Talmack[/U][/URL]. Roll's has pale white hair and tan skin. He is 5'9 and 160 lbs. He has markings scribed on his finger and toe nails. [B]Personality:[/B] He carries a light smile and an innoccent look in his eyes. He has the demeanor of a kind loving human being. If only that were true. Beneath this exterior beats the heart of a brutal and merciless hunter. He enjoys taunting his marks and playing endless mind games. He prefers fun to efficency. He likes to goof off and is a laid back in tense situations. None of the lucky devils have ever seen him lose that smile. [B]Power:[/B] The marks on his hands give him the ability to twist light. He can distort images and even create complete illusions. By simply waving his hand the he can strecth, twist and blur his own image and every image behind him. He can even prolong light reflections, making it seem as if he is at every possible angle. He can even bombard his opponent with a limitless range of colors, inducing dizziness and even naseau. [B]Biography:[/B] Like most of Fate's children, he was abandoned at a very early age. He lived in an orphanage as a child where he was ostrasized by his peers, and even taunted and tormented. Though it was through his tormentors that he found his strength, and his power. He used it to go from the victim to the persecutor. He brought them no end of hell. He would use them as guinea pigs, just to see what he could do with his powers. Man of his former bullies either died from dehydration from the vomitting, or simply lost all touch with sanity. He left the house when he was 12, and all those there were more then happy to see there captur finally go. He had held those people practically hostage for years, and now they were free to go. He stepped out of his first home and took to the city life. He had learned about others like himself. It turns out that his kind weren't as secretive as he had once believed. He made it his life's ambition to find others of his own kind. When he was 14 he found the lucky devils, who at the time were only a handful of members. Of course time would change this. But this was his goal. He had found the others of his kind and now was able to fit in some where. His smile won there hearts and his power won him a position in the ranks of the Lucky Devils. He was no longer called Holland, and was then re-titled Roll.

[B]Name[/B]: Tanner Konkubonious [B]Age:[/B] 21 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance: [/B] [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Demian.jpg][U]Tanner[/U].[/URL] He is 5'10 and weights in at 170 lbs. His glyph is inscribed in the dead center of his chest. It is not that different from the cross he wears around his neck. [B]Weapon of choice:[/B] The sword that he carries on his back. He says it has no name and that it was a gift. This is strange since most swordsmen name there blades, but he insists that it isn't his, but that he is merely holding on to it. [B]Magic:[/B] He is of the Red magic category. His magic permeates from the red glyph on his chest. He uses the extreme heat that is generated from said glyph to not only summon flames, but also push back his opponents with the intense heat. He concentrates his energy on his sword to act as his focus, but seems like the sword simply spits the fire out of it, making for a more projectile attack rather then the norm of highly concentrated heat. [B]Personality:[/B] He has an unwavering confidence in everything he does. Most people find it annoying, seeing him as cocky rather then confident. His courage in a situation can also be veiwed as such. But for as egotistical as he may seem sometimes, he is also admirred for his unwavering determination. As annoying as he can be, this seems to be his way of driving others around him. [B]History:[/B] [Will Edit]

[B]Name:[/B] Terry Dorsomon [B]Age: [/B] 17 [B]Gender: [/B] Male [B]Organization: [/B] Student at Everlasting High [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Tanner.jpg][U]Terry[/U].[/URL] He is 5'9 and 165 lbs. He has an atheletic build and is very light on his feet. [B]Bio:[/B] He is the typical high school student for the most part. About the only thing that sets him apart is his general tendecy to dissociation. He doesn't have much of a personality and keeps to himself a great deal of the time. Much to the frustration of the other guys at his school, the girls seem to just love that. Not that he's ever taken notice, or would care it he had. He lives alone since he parents work abroad. He has a brother and a sister, but both of them are older and neither care for him much. It probably has to do with the fact that he is only there half brother. After there fathers affair they got saddled with him and his step mother made no end of mention of it. She called him an outsider so that's how they treated him. That's not to say he cares. As long as they send money and let him alone, he doesn't give a **** about any of them.

I"m pretty sure we coverd this here before, but for the sake of arguement I'll put my two cents forward again. I think it's a legitimate problem, blown way beyond out of proportions by a ratings hugry media, and an overly excitable public. Is there a rpblem? Yes. Is it going to change our lives forever? No. The last flu epidemic got out of hand due to the fact of poor handling by medical experts of the time. The system today is far more controlled and any major potential for epidemic will be stopped effectively and efficiently. Just take it easy and steer clear of the middle east and Asia, and don't play with any dead birds, and I'm pretty confident that you and everyone else will be just fine.

Nate trudged on through the red desert, the roars of massive monsters in the background. As long as they weren't near him he didn't really care. Not like he could do anything about it even if he did care. The heat on this planet was extreme. The atmosphere was still young and hardly hospitable to human life forms yet. Regardless, it was yet another thing he could do nothing about so there was no point in dwelling on it. The roars continued on, as they did he began to realize that his black coat was seeming more and more like a poor fashion choice. But there was no way in hell he was leaving out here in the damn desert. It was when he started contemplating weather he should just carry it instead of wearing it that he heard a dragging noise comming from behind a small rock enbankment. Nate froze in place and stared on to the enbankment as the dragging persisted. Something began to emerge from behind the rocks. It was a horid monster. He didn't need to know anything about there natural history to know this thing wasn't natural. Could this thing be one of the things that guy, Hephaestus, was making here. It's very existence seemed to cause it pain as it wheezed and moaned. It was reared up on it's hind legs and hade as deep red, scaly skin and yellow eyes with slit drawn pupils. It's right arm was exceedingly long, with massive white claws. The left arm was almost shriveled, so small that it seemed as it to serve no pupose at all. The creature then turned the rest of the way to face Nate who was frozen, with no idea of how to act. The was a sudden gasp from the beast and with almost no warning the monster was virtually ontop of Nate in a second. It's right arm swung with the force of passing truck, as Nate leaned back to dodge the swing. He then took his left foot and with a kick push off, he flew back to distance himself from the monster. Once he had some space he thought back on what had just happend. This monster obviously meant him harm, but he wasn't sure if it was okay for him to kill this thing. This was a confusing moment. If it was okay then he'd go ahead, but if it really was suppose to be here, then the lords of time would wipe him out. Before he had time to make a choice the beast gasped and charged again. This time Nate whiped his sword out and cut the right arm off the monster. It toppled over in pain and Nate took this moment to make a run for the forest which was only thirty feet ahead. Was this sick, perverse, creature really something a sane person would ever make?

With a flash, Dogarta was gone. Switch then turned back and looked to the rest, as if to ask for the next volunteer. Nate simply stepped forward [B]"I'll go next."[/B] Switch smiled [B]"Wonderful, an actual voluteer. There maybe hope for this team yet."[/B] With that said, Nate stepped forward and a quick smack on the back from Switch he went on through the blinding light. His body was consumed by light and was overcome by the feeling of disorientation. It wasn't quite as awful as the first time, but it was still unsettleing feeling nonetheless. He felt as if he was passing through a narrow passage of pure white. Nate closed his eyes and crossed his arms and waited for this hellish roller coaster ride to end. With a sudden thud and a sharp pain on his upper back, Nate's eyes popped open. He looked about the barron atmosphere. The land was a red clay, cracked by the scorching sun, with only dead, skelatal trees left in tis feild of fire. There were some trees in the distance and a few mountains seemed vivible, but they felt so far away as it was from his point. Nate was just grateful that the gravity here was so light. It made his body feel light as a feather, and he had a great charge of energy flowing through his system. Suddenly the thought of treking this dessert to the forest in the distance didn't seem so horrible. But then Nate looked around and noticed that Dogarta was no where to be found. Had he already gone on ahead? No, there were no other tracks or disturbances in the clay and sand. Did they get dropped off in two different areas? If so, was it an accident? It didn't make sense to volutarily drop them in different places, so that either meant that there drop technology was not accurate enough to drop them in the exact same spot, or something went wrong with his drop. Neither sounded good. In a burst of anger [B]"Son of a Bitch."[/B] With that out of his system, Nate got back to thinking clearly again. His hand wanderd to his waist and found the communicator that Switch had given him. Nate drew it up and brought it to his ear. He pushed 0 and the connection came across [B]"Switch here, what do you want?"[/B] Nate yelled back at the monkey who sounded mildly irratated himself [B]"Where the hell am I? There's no one else here. Are screwing with me, you simian side show?"[/B] Switch was upset now [B]"What the hell are you talking about!?"[/B] There was some ticking in the background for a few seconds, followed by [B]"Oh crap!"[/B] Nate jumped at it [B]"I knew it! What the hell did you do!?"[/B] Switch came back on [B]"Sorry. Looks like you feel through a little early. My bad."[/B] [B]"My bad!? That's all you've got is a 'My bad'. I'm gonna send you back to singapore in a tennis ball you little..."[/B] [B]"Calm down. You've just got to find the others and you'll be fine."[/B] [B]"Can't you just send one of them here?"[/B] [B]"Yeah, believe it or not, that trip isn't as quick as it seems, there all already on location"[/B] [B]"Yes and I got the economy treatment."[/B] Switch took a deep breath [B]"Listen. Just find them. They've got there comms to. Just call them and tell them your looking for them, and I'm sure they'll find you."[/B] Nate sighed over the comm [B]"Yeah, yeah, whatever. See ya later."[/B] The comm clicked back off as Nate gazed out onto the barron dessert [B]"This sucks."[/B]

I'd like to see a sequel to an Elfen Lied sequel, since the first series didn't really have any kind of conclusion. It leaves you unsure of what exactly is suppose to happen next. I've seen some others on this list, that I did enjoy, but don't really need a sequel. The one I recognize most would have to Evangelion. True the ending was kinda poor off, but it's not like there was really any other way to go after it. It's not like they can really continue on from that point. What would you have done to it to make some kind of sequel to this series.

I try to visit at least once a day, but sometimes circumstances just won't allow it. I've got a surprisingly busy life for someone without a job. Not looking for a job or anything, I've just got a lot of crap to deal with my family. I'm a busy one. I've got too much to with at home. My family demands much of me.

My love for japanese music has only been recent. I'm currently hooked on the band UVERworld. I just like the rock beat and the drastic changes in beat to there songs. They seem to turn on a dime from this light, very pop kinda feel and a very punk rock-ish kinda feel all at once. My favorite songs from them are "Chance", "D Techno life", "Shine", "Just Melody", and "Prime". Ther some great songs and I just can't seem to get tired of them. I blame the anime Bleach, which is how I even found this band. Damn them!

[B]Name:[/B] Tollan Elsonan [B]Age:[/B] 29 [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Argentosoma010071.jpg]Tollan[/URL]. He stands 5'9 and weights in at 174 lbs. His physical scars are only as deep as his inner ones. His eye was stained white many years ago in a terrible fire, where most of his other scars originate from. [B]Sword:[/B] Fire. [B]Personality:[/B] Cold and distant by nature. He has a terribly objectified veiw of women and sees them as little more the sexual servants. He's a harsh critic of others and is never one to extol another, regardless of what they may have done. He prefers to be on his own and doesn't turn to others for help, believeing that any problems he has can be dealt with by himself. Beneath this cold exterior is a vast pent up anger and hatred from old wounds that never quite healed. [B]Bio:[/B] Born to a prostetute, with no knowledge of his father, as for the fact that there far to many possiblities, he had a rather poor childhood. That's provided you could call it that. He took care of himself for the most part, letting the streets be the ones to raise him. His mother was less then nurturing and would often times just through him out when she had business. She would often times defend herself by saying that it was for his own good, or that this was all she could do for him. In reality, she probably enjoyed her profession just a little too much for those to have convinced him of that. She didn't realize just how loud she was, and it was more then enough for him to pick up on it. When he was 16 his mother finally died of syphillis. When she did Tollan felt neither sadness, nor anger, or even pity. He was left with much the same distaste and lack of compassion in which he had always recieved. She was given no real funeral. He just buried her in the forest and left only a simple headstone as a marker. With that chapter of his life over he took flight from the village and has been wandering the free world ever since.

My dream job is to be a marine biologist. I know it's kinda boring by most peoples standards. I love the sea and I'm absolutly fascinated by the creatures that live there. It's just the idea of a place on our own planet that is as alien as any planet in this solar system. It's just so strange to think that we know more about some distant glaxaies then we do about the sea. The fact that of all the waters of the ocean, we've explored less then 1%. We've charted more maps on Mars. I think that's why that always seemed like such great job to me. The idea that you could discover something new everyday and still not know it all before the end of your career. That limitless potential, matched with my love of the sea just seemed like a practical choice.

Nate dropped the now hollow lobster shell back onto his plate and looked up along with everyone else. This guy was sure taking his sweet time to come out and join them on deck. Nate started to wonder how this new person could contribute to the team. They seemed like a pretty complete unit. But still, the aspect of another person to examine was intriguing. And these lords of time seemed to pick some rather interesting fellows as it was. The door finally opened and standing there in the door way, surrounded by the same blinding white light that had brought them all here in the first place, was a figure of almost sinister standing. He was cloaked and cast a dark aura about him. He had a powerful aura of battle around him. As if he had been plucked straight off the feild of war. He bore a cold and deep rooted expression. He had the look of one who had seen the feild of battle one too many times. At his waist he wore and odd cylinder shaped tube of some kind. Nate was unsure of what to make of this thing. Was is some manner of weapon? Or perhaps a memento of some kind? A family heirloom perhaps? There was no way to certain. And he didn't think it wise to immediatly address the person before him until he had a chance to examine him. Switch was the first to make a move toward there new ally. The monkey man made his way over to him [B]"So you must be the new operative. Welcome aboard."[/B] Nate was unsure of how to act. At first he was concerned for Switch just running up to him like that, but he seemed to be rather calm and level headed. He bowed tio Switch lightly, still seeming a bit disoriented in his movements [B]"My name is Tiberius Excellon Braska."[/B] He seemed terribly calm for someone who looked as confused as he was. There was more to this guy then Nate was aware of yet. He would just have to sit back and listen to him for a bit just as he had done with the others.

Nate smirked a bit at the question. It wasn't the kind of thing he was expecting someone like Dogarta to ask. This guy sure was an interesting one. Nate started of to one of these "simulators" as switch called them abd began to test it's abilities. He plugged in some lobster thermadore, and sure enough, the damn thing pumped out a lobster with all the dressings. It even had a small saucer of butter. Nate turned to one of the tables and then looked back to Dogarta and the others [B]"To answer your question, I'm a regular killer. Nothing to hide here. No wife, no girl friend, just whatever girl happens to wander in on the scene is good enough for me. Take it rough and tough. Gotta love the hard play."[/B] Dogarta seemed a bit wide eyed for a moment. That was probably more then he thought he was gonna get out of that question. Nate smiled [B]"What? Did you think I was a loser or something?"[/B] Dogarta took on a defensive stance "No, nothing like that. I just didin't think you'd feel the need to share that much." Nate laughed it off [B]"My race tends to have a rather powerful sex drive. We tend to produce more testosterone so we can develop our mucsles just to survive, as a result were more aggressive and far more sexual then most other human species."[/B] All the guys kinda stared at him for a bit as he started to crack the shell of his lobster with his bare hands. He's not a silverware type of guy.

[B]Name:[/B] Emilio Batou [B]Age:[/B] 31 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Place of Origin:[/B] Small village near Tuscany, Italy [B]Known History:[/B] Born in a lower middle class family, Emilio was the son of a tailor. He lived a simple life with only a basic education. What most he learned, he learned from books, which he holds quite a passion for. He favors adventure and fantasy stories most of all and enjoyed playing out the parts of the different characters when he was a child. In his teen years he began learning his fathers craft so he might help support the family. He had an older sister named Angela and a younger brother named Antonio. His mother stayed at home and tended to the household matters, like most mothers where he lived. Emilio was a bit of day dreamer, and would often let himself become lost in a book and forget to work at all. He was married when he was 25 to a women named Maria. Then when he was 28, they had a child, a daughter they named Riza. At this point in his life Emilio had become the sole tailor for there small town and made a desent living by the local standard. He had a simple and happy life here. [B]Personality:[/B] Emilio to this day is a bit of a dreamer. He gets lost in thought and is easily distracted by subtle things. Even something as mundane as a butterfly passing by can distract him from a converstaion. He has a pleasant enough personality. He tries to treat others with great curtosy and kindness. He is a very religious person. He loves animals and children. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/ryoji.jpg]Emilio Batou.[/URL] Despite the image given, he usually a much happier looking person. He usually wears a pair of tan pants and simple jacket of the same color. He has a white birth mark in his hair on the right side of his head. The only physical feature that gives hint to his hybrid status is his second set of canine teeth which are set directly next to his first set. [B]Animal Genes:[/B] He has been infused with the genes of a bat. More specifically the Pteropus scapulatus, or Flying Fox. [B]Hybird Abilities:[/B] Like the species he obtains his genes from, he has adopted the flying foxes exquisite sight. He has powerful vision during the day, and even better vision at night. Also like his genetic donor, he has a light frame work. This makes him much lighter in weight. As such, he has an increased speed, balance and overall agility. Sadly as a down side, this also means he sustains injury fairly easily. Finally, he is also capable of climbing on even only slightly rough surfaces. As long as there are even only light scratches, he can climb up walls, trees, or whatever the situation might call for. OOC: Let me know if this is okay.

Nate hesitated for a moment, but then went ahead. It's not like he had anything to hide [B]"We Klausians are a simple race. Were not to different from the humans of earth in culture and society. There are plenty of good people and bad ones. What sets us apart is the planet itself."[/B] Carthage seemed to twitch his right brow ever so slightly. He was listening very carefully to what he was saying. He was examing each of them, just as Nate was. Carthage stepped up [B]"What about the planet?"[/B] Nate smirked a bit and leaned himself off against the wall and looked to the ceiling [B]"The planet is more oblong shaped then round like most planets. As such, the spin on it's axis causes gravity to pool toward the two poles of the planet. The equitorial region is to hot to support large amounts of civilized life so are kind started moving north into the heavier gravity. By doing so, over hundreds of years, our kind has had to adapt to much heavier enviroments. For me being here is like floating in the sea for as heavy as my body feels. My endurance here would be greater as well since there is no more undue strain on my heart."[/B] Carthage knit his brow again. That's what he was waiting for. He wanted to know what set Nate apart from the others who had already made themselves obvious. Perhaps he should have been more discreet. Oh well, it didn't matter. It's not like he still didn't have a trick or two up his sleeve. Joseph was the next to speak up [B]"So what's the job like back home?"[/B] Nate was getting tired of talking [B]"Alright, I guess. It pays well, it lets me fight, and I get some tail out of is, so I'm happy with it."[/B] Nate then turned his gaze to Joseph [B]"Now it's your turn. What's up with you? Where did that arc come from?"[/B]

Nate was a bit dazed and confused from the whole experience up to this point. Nothing had made sense to him up to this point. The light that broght him to the ship, meeting these other four, who were suppose to be his new comrades, and now this monkey engineer. It was all just a little much to have happend in one day. I mean he had only been awake for three hours and he was already knee deep in some serious crap. Nate looked around the bridge to the others who were with him. Switch, there monkey mechanic, was below working, and he could still hear him just beneath the platform at work. The first he felt the need to examine was the most obvious of the others, the one named Carthage. He said he was a Wraith. Back home they were still only spoken of as a rumor, like sea monsters of space. They were suppose to be nightmarish creatures, or at least what he had heard of them. Then there was the next hot topic on his mind. The one who called himself an experiment, Axel. What was this mans story? Why did he refer to himself as an experiment? What did that mean exactly? He was obviously another wonderful enigma. There seemed to be something unique to him, but time would revela exactly what that was. Next was the human, Joseph. It was obvious from just looking at him that he had no outstanding outwardly differences then any normal human. Yet for some reason he wasn't intimdated by the idea of being surrounded by others who were obviously physically above any normal human. So what made him so confident in himself here? This to was a very interesting thought. And last, but not least, was the one known as Dogarta. He siad he was a Raserian, though Nate had never heard of them. This could be possible since he wasn't exactly a scientist or anything, but that wasn't the only thing about him. He seemed to have something he was hiding. He seemed like he was thinking about more then he was speaking about. There was a strange kind of wisedom in the way he spoke, but he didn't seem the sort to have the wisdom of the elderly, esspecially since he barely seemed middle aged. This was quite an interesting team already and others were suppose to be joining them shortly. He could only wonder with great anticipation of what the others might bring to the table. He was sort of hoping that some women would be amongst them, but at this rate it was starting to look like this was gonna be a total sausage fest. The suddenly the silence was broken by none other then Dogarta [B]"So...What did you guys do before they dragged you here?"[/B] An obvious attempt to lift tension, but not a very good one. Maybe Nate was overestimating him. They stood in a far more akward silence for a moment or two til Nate finally spoke up again [B]"I'm a bodyguard. Freelance, working for the highest paying client."[/B] This didn't seem to change the mood much, but it seemed to give some semblence of acceptance amongst the others. Like there was at least a small amount of trust among them. Dogarta went on [B]"Really now. What kind of clients do you work with?"[/B] Nate turned his back to them and smirked [B]"The wealthy kind. Politicians, celebrities, preferably women if I can help it."[/B]