Starwind

[B]Name:[/B] Kota Kiryu [B]AKA:[/B] Death's Gentle Hand [B]Age:[/B] 24 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Trenchcoat.jpg][U]Image on file[/U].[/URL] This is his general attire. He stands 5'9 and weights in at about 165 lbs. The glasses are a constant, no one knows his real eye color. Personality: Calm and even very pleasant to speak to. He smiles alot and carries a calm air with him. He likes to laugh and make others laugh as well. He's a smooth operator and doesn't take offense easy, he's even ver light hearted toward self critisism. He is everything you wouldn't expect from an assasign. Biography: He was raised in a typical japanese family. They were and upper middle class family and he enjoyed a many of the same simple pleasures that children growing up do. He went to a normal school, lived in a normal house, lived with an average family, and had average friends. In fact only one thing ever set him apart from the norm is the fact that he was adopted. He never met his real parents, and he never really cared that much. He liked the family he had, even if he didn't think the same as they did. Like with most adopted children, there was a gap between him and his adopted parents. They always seemed to be on a different page, but this didn't mean that they fought alot, they just didn't talk much. He made friends with a rougher crowd, but was pretty good at keeping violence from exploding. He made quite the mediator for this group of what were otherwise, thugs and kept there levels of violence to a minimum. Like lots of kids his age, he took to the martial arts and studied up as a hobby intially. But he enjoyed it so much that he started to dedicate more and more time at it. He enjoyed the chinese arts most of all. He enjoyed the challenge and physical strength involved in the offensive arts from the main land. This was fun for a while, then he decided to broaden him veiws on the martial arts. There were so many styles that he took in many varieties from the above mentioned offensive arts, to the defensive arts like akido, to the armed arts like kenjutsu, and the stealth arts like ninjutstu. He became very competitive and traveld across the country in tournaments and became well known for his skill. It was at the national tournament in Okinawa that he first met him. He was an older man, but had a strong and almost frightening air about him. But this intrigued Kota more then worried him. The man had expressed an immidiate interest in him and Kota decided to pursue this interest. When he approached this man he found out about a group this man was organizing. He said it was perfect for people with his [I]'skills'[/I] or so this man said. That was almost 10 years ago. He took this mans offer and joined him in the group known as the "Tokyo Elite". There's a rogue now and he's been orderd to find her and kill her. He never met this girl, and he's not that sure she even knows who he is, but business is business. If she is an assasign, then she should understand this. Weapon: He uses a [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/KotaKatana.jpg][U][B]Custom Katana[/B][/U][/URL] as a weapon. He keeps it tucked away in his coat on his back. Alliance: Tokyo Elite

Guys aren't to complicated, there just usually really stupid and purely driven by hormones. I promise he's probably just as confused over this whole thing as you are.

Dred just listend as the loud and highly opinionative Kaiya argued with that drek of a teacher. Dred was pretending not to notice and kept about reading, this too seemed to upset him as well. No one wanted to listen to that wind bag, they just wanted MR. Forester to hurry up and get better. Sable had tried to get his attention, but he was not much in the mood for talking. He just wanted the class to end. It was almost up, just ten minutes left. It was fifth period, just one more class then he could go home. Mr. Yevon was fuming and yelling at the whole class at this point. Sable looked back to Dred once again "C'mon man, say something for a change." Dred looked up to her "I know, this class sucks now." She nodded "So...uhh... what are your plans for after school?" Dred looked to Kaiya, who was finally done yelling and had just put her head back down on the table. He then looked back to Sable "Nothing, I guess. My parents won't be home for a few hours." She smiled "Then would you mind helping me with something after school." Dred sighed, he felt his throat get dry as he replied "I guess." She smiled again "Alright. See if you can't find anyone else who would want to help." Dred nodded and she turned back to the front of the class. Mr. Yevon had just wasted the whole period yelling at the class. Dred just sighed and put his book back in his bag and waited for the bell to ring any second now.

Dred walked through the high mid day sun. It was hot and the road ahead of him was still long and empty. He decided it was best to sit down for a bit. Took shelter from the beating sun underneath a tall tree and took the bottle he had gotten from the town the other day, popped it open, and took a long drink straight from the bottle. He brought it from his lips and let out a loud moan and gasp. He looked up and down the long road as the wind swept across it. The sun broke through the branches lightly in small dots. This usually calmed him down, but for some reason he was filled with uncertainty and dread. This day felt off and even kinda foreboding. He wasn't close to finding him, because he couldn't smell rot or decay. There was something very different about this day. He couldn't sit under this tree anymore, this air of the day was making him feel anxious and uneasy. He got to his feet, tied the bottle to his belt, and walked back onto the road. The wind sweeped up and down the road and the dust rose to his knees in the wind. The sound of heavy beats was coming from behind him on the road. He looked back and saw a horse drawn carriage approaching. The horse was just as uneasy as Dred was as it seemed to stumble and git and jump at everything on the road. Dred moved to one side to let the carriage pass and as it did he noticed the absense of a driver. It rolled by and he jumped on the back to see inside the hooded interior, there was something funny about this whole thing. He looked in the back and saw that it was coverd in blood. But, despite all the blood, there was no body inside the carriage and way too much blood for it to have been a single person. He looked about the small cabin and saw nothing out of the ordinary. But then he noticed there was no smell. What the hell was this?

I'll admit that the whole thing does sound like it would be a little akward, but I really don't see a massive problem other then this girls own paranoia and ugly disposition towards yourself, which seems to have very little to actually do with you. She sounds like she's upset that you two were together when she met him, but mostly about that because she proably felt like you two wre trying to hide it. The fact that she still feels this sense of distrust towards you is the fact that you two were still sleeping together after you broke up. She might think that you two are still up to it whenever she's not around. And to be honest I can't really balme her for that. You two sound like you got along real well, and that you two really love each other. This is probably more apparent then you intend to make it, and this is probably the most upsetting for the other girl. She probably thinks you are still after him, or still try to have sex with him, both of which are not too drastic conclusions. But this isn't your fault, it's his. He dropped the ball in not telling her straight off. That doesn't mean he's a bad guy, that's not what I'm trying to say, I'm just saying he needs to be a little more straight forward and honest. This just sounds like a bad misunderstanding and you should proably just explain to her what's happend and what's going on now. If she's going to be there and you two are still going to be friends and stay close, then she does have a right to know exactly what kind of relationship the two of you had. The fact that he failed to mention that you two were still having sex was probably the most damaging factor here. I feel if she had known going in, or shortly there after, things wouldn't be as rocky. There still might have been some hard and uncomfortable adjustments, but I think it would proably be better then this. First he needs to step out to her and aplogize for not being straight forward with her about the two of you, because that's on him. Second, you might want to explain your own stance and let her know that regardless of how things were that the past has passed. You need to let her feel some kind of security and need to give some reason to trust you. This will be hard, but I think it would probably prove to be the best. If you let it go, the you and him will end up not being friends or him and her will end up breaking up, neither of which it sounds like you want to happen. Like Gavin, I'm only speaking from a male stand point so there might be angles, I as a man, can't see quite as clearly as you. However, I still would like to put forward whatever advice I can so I might help you keep your friendship with this guy, who sounds like he is very important to you. It would be horrible to lose him or cause him any un-due pain or heart ache, so just think about what I said, even if you don't think I understand it.

Rocks and debris shifted and rolled to the bottom as at the top of the mound stood a lone dog staring curiously down at Gene. His gun was fixed on it for a moment, but he set it back down and took a long sigh of relief. It may not be help, but at least it wasn't a mutant. Gene waved to the curious looking dog and it ran down with a great excitement. It immidiately found it's way to his leg and wimmperd a bit at the deep red stains on his otherwise white pant leg. Gene sat up and gave the dog a light pat on the head. The dog started to circle around him and eventually found it's way to sitting next to his head. It was strange, this was just some random stray dog, but it was acting like it was waiting for him or something. Though it wasn't human, this was still welcomed companionship, he had been alone for long enough More curious was how the dog had kept itself alive this long. Must have been one smart old boy to have made it this long. gene gave the dog one more pat on the head and then rolled back around and kept at it. He had this dog to watch his back. Even if it wouldn't protect him, it would sure as hell run if it smelled any mutants coming, so now he would be able to tell if he was getting closer to danger, or possibly even some other survivors. As he pulled himself along the ground the simple mutt of a dog moved alongside him, keeping his eyes on him. The sun was getting low and the nights out here were even worse then the days. He needed to give up on his hunt for the day and find some place to hide for a day. The air was already starting to get colder and the growls in the darkness were getting louder. These mutants were like animals, the night was there prime time. But as he rolled and crawled through the mess he heard something other than a growl or moan. He heard an actual voice coming from just a little ways off. He was too close to let it go. He pushed himself up, til his spine was bent in a curve and he had brought his head at least 3 feet from the ground and screamed[B] "SOMEBODY, ANYBODY, HELLLLPP!!"[/B] The air was silent for a second, then he heard the voices again along with foot steps. The dog then ran off, barking all the way and jumping furiously. The light was dim, but Gene could see someone not to far off. He screamed again [B]"PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP MEEE!!!"[/B] He heard a girls voice as she shoulted for someone else to come. Another person, a young man, came out from behind a rather badly crumbled wall and stood next to here. The two carefully approached him. This sight filled Gene with an overwhelming sense of relief. As they started to pick there pace to a run he was on the brink of tears as he chuckled in an almost hysterical way. The young man knelled down next to him [B]"Are you alright?"[/B] Gene chuckled a bit more as the tears started to flow down his face [B]"My leg.... I can't move it."[/B] The young man went to his leg and started to run his hand along it. He cringed a bit [B]"Your legs pretty mangled. Don't worry, we'll try to help if we can."[/B] Gene's chuckles turned to laughs. Though he laughed he still couldn't stop crying either. The girl leaned alongside him [B]"What's your name?"[/B] He laughed some more then started to take deep breaths, trying to calm down enough to speak. And in a wraspy, panting voice [B]"My name.... Starwind.... Thank you."[/B] He set his head down on the ground and fell into unconsiousness.

The way I see it, this looks like a sticky situtation that probably needs some outside counciling right here. This ex-girlfriend sounds like she has got some pretty serious dependency issues and might go full crazy stalker and stab you if you did anything to drastic. The two of you need to get together on this one and get a restraining order against this nut job. Second, I'll go with charles in saying this guy sounds a little off as well. He's either thicker then the lead in a japanese anime or he's be getting some insentive on the side. Try addressing him on his recent and past relations with this chick and see how fast he tries to divert the topic. If he tries to jump straight to sport center after a two or three sentence long reply, it might be time to reconsider your options.

Dred sat quietly in his far off side of the room. He was reading a book he had taken from the library, Flowers for Algernon. He was really getting very interested in the story, when that cold voice wrang through out the room "You over there. Mr. ..... Tonnas." Dred stood to his feet "Yes, Dredick Tonnas" Yevon then waved to him "Very good, now sit back down." Dred sat back in his seat and picked up his book where he had left it, but was now a little to distracted to get involved in it again. This weird teacher left him with an off vibe. Like the air got colder around him. Dred wonderd what had happend to Mr. Forester. He was a kind and warm soul that mad this whole thing a little more bareable, but this guy just made it worse. He had snapped at poor Motoki for no good reason, and she already looked like she had been crying. What was this guys problem? He seemed like he didn't like any of them, and seemed to take a special, sick pleasure out of making poor Motoki's day harder. This guy knew just what strings to strike to upset someone. It was like he was hateful on purpose sometimes. Yevon was continuing with attendance around the room. And that was another thing. He had been here for a week and still didn't know hardly any names. It was like he didn't care at all. It's not like there were alot of people in this class, only nine of us. Everything about this guy bugged Dred, but he kept his calm nature and simply stayed quiet near the back of the room, trying to keep reading.

James was walking the streets on this unbearably hot New York day. He walked at a leasurly pace as a single bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. As he moved he recieved many of the usual looks that he got from the neighborhood busy bodies. This high society area that his uncle and aunt lived in was full of those like them. Though, like with most things, James was really indifferent. He didn't approve of there gossiping, but they would do as they pleased, as always. He liked the streets of the middle and lower class districts. Though they were rougher, he felt more at ease here. This was one of the only things he could feel anymore. He was pulled to this place like a moth to a flame. He knew that being this way couldn't be right. Everyone else seemed to be all thrown up in these deep feelings and were driven by these almost irrational forces. Was that normal? If so, then was what he was wrong? As he moved through the streets, he heard scuffling and crashing coming from his left. He looked to see an all to familar scene, yet another New York mugging. He may not be able to relate with the poor sap being mugged, but he could understand that what he was not right or just. James turned and walked down the alley way, one of the two men looked up to him from jabbing the man on the ground with the toe of his foot. He looked to the placid James and yelled "Just keep going, pal. This doesn't concern you." James continued to walk towards the two men. The one stood infront of him and drew a knife "Did you not hear me? I said blow off pal or I'm gonna give you a new hole to crap out of." James continued to walk to him. The man lunged for him with the knife and caught his right shoulder. James didn't even flinch at this, he simply took the mans wrist and pulled the knife out of his shoulder. The man flailed and tried to pull away from him, but was deadlocked in James hand. With a quick twitch and a sudden snap, the man started screaming hysterically. The second man ran off, leaving his injured friend in the alley way. James went to the beaten man "Are you well enough to walk?" The man sat shaky and nodded lightly. James gave a single nod back "Good bye then." He turned around and went back to the sidewalk of the street and continued on his way. It was then that he rememberd there being a coffee shop being only a few blocks off. He wiped his forehead and decided that he should get a drink before going on his way. Walked to the far corner and turned right and at the end of the block sat the little coffee shop. Many of the kids from his school frequented his place. He wasn't a regular, but he had been there a few times. As he enterd the shop he noticed a familiar face sitting down for a drink. She seemed to be thinking very deeply, and was mumbling something to herself. James thought her name was Miki, but he wasn't very sure. He didn't socialize much with the others from his school, but for some reason he was intrigued by why she might be here. He thought she would be at the school for the summer lessons. He thought he would go to her, when a woman in the shop shouted "My lord, that young man is bleeding!" James looked to his shoulder, the wound from that street thug was bleeding. The shop quickly became panicked by the sight of him standing there bleeding. He tried to tell them it was not a big deal, but they wouldn't listen to him. Everything was becoming a mess.

The strangest thing I've ever eaten would have to be peacock tongue. It's surprisingly tender and has an almost tart taste to it. Or maybe it was just the way it was cooked. Either way, that's what it tasted like to me.

Aaron walked out onto the loading dock. The whole hangar buzzed with the sounds of torches welding and drills burrowing and bolts securing. The ship before him was a massive and very impressive machine. Aaron was excited that all his work and dredging his way up had payed off after all this time. He was searching for the captain so he could hand in his information and I.D. card, so he could be fully processed and brought on board. He saw an older gentlemen who seemed to be giving orders, probably the foreman, and thought he might be able to point him in the right direction. He approached the man as he shouted at one of the mechanics to hurry along with the payload "Excuse me, sir. I'm looking for the captain. Would you know where to find him. I'm here to drop off my information." The man turned to Aaron and looked him over once, then spoke in a very deep and commanding voice "Well, let's see what you got." The man took the two cards from Aarons hand and then produced a small scanner and montior he had in his pocket. He then swiped the first card and the screen read up the information. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [U][B]Personal Information[/B][/U] First name: Aaron Surname: Krone Age: 34 Gender: Male Height: 5'10 Weight: 80kg Hair color: Light brown Eye color: Green Complexsion: Tan Distiguishing marks: White birth mark on the right side of his head Nationality: American Blood type: A+ Occupation: Navigator Income category: Middle Address: North-west quadrant, 22 floor, room 893 [B][U]Family Information[/U][/B] Marital Status: Married Children: 1, girl, Samantha Krone (5) Are you living with a partner: Yes, Female, Kimberly Krone Father: Robert Krone (Deceased) Mother: Kelly Krone Sisters: None Brothers: None ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The screen went dark again and the man looked back up to Aaron "That's all your information. What's with this second card then?" "It's my recommendations. I thought I should bring it along as well." The man chuckled a bit "Don't even worry about these." He then pitched the card over his shoulder and off the metal catwalk they stood on. Aaron was dumb founded, what if he needed those things. He prepared to say something when the man spoke up again "I know pleanty about you already." Aaron stopped "What do mean?" The man straightend his collar a bit and spoke in a proud tone with his head held high "My name is Captain Alex Torrok, and I'm the one who requested your transfer here. Welcome aboard Mr.Krone." Aaron stood in a state of awe for a moment, still unsure of how to act. He went to attention and saluted the captain and could only think of what an amazingly strange man he already seemed to be.

Gene dragged himself through the rubble and mess of the streets, tearing up his legs as he went. As much as it hurt, he couldn't walk so this was all he could do to get around right now. Fortunately, staying low meant he had almost no flose incounters with the mutants roaming the streets, down side was it meant that odds are most survivors in the area wouldn't notice him easily. Good luck, within bad luck type moment right here. He kept his pistol clenched in hand, he only had two extra clips after the ones already in his guns. He had his knife, but fighting on his back seemed like a poor choice so his gun was his only chance to stay alive. He was starting to feel cold. He looked down to his leg and saw the pant leg had turned red. He was bleeding and it was starting to take it's toll on him. He must have lost at least three pints of blood. Things kept going from bad to worse, cause now he started to feel like he was about to lose consiousness. His whole body was trembling violently. Then his vision started to give, everything got real fuzzy. His grip on his pistol was starting to fade and he was slowing down. His arms stopped moving, he couldn't even pull himself any further. All he could think was 'is this really where it's going to end? Am I really going to die like this?' The bleeding had stopped, but that didn't mean he was out of the woods yet. If he passed out here, a mutant would kill him for sure. He needed to seek refuge or find someone to help him. He set his head on the rocky, unstable ground. He shook his head, this was not the place to just give in. He pulled desperately to move forward, convincing himself that help was only a few more feet away. He could hear huffing and the sound of beating feet. Sounded like someone or something coming his way. He tightend his grip on his pistol and rolled on to his back, pointing at the ridge of rock and debris to the left of him. This could either be his saving grace, or his eminate death.

[B]Name:[/B] Emilio Batou [B]Ethnicity:[/B] Italian [B]Age:[/B] 14 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/saiyuki-a-10.jpg]Emilio.[/URL] He stands about 5'5 and weights in at 135 lbs. He wears that hat everywhere, it's the only thing he has left from his parents. [B]Personality: [/B] He has a sunny and upbeat disposition. He plays the role of the inspirationalist, cheering up his friends and keeping things together. He smiles and keeps trying to keep all the other orphans happy. They'll probably never be adopted, but that doesn't mean there lives are over. He just tells them that someday they'll leave and they can all live together. [B]Fortes:[/B] The upbeat inspirationalist. He can keep others going, even when it seems hopeless. He's the one who has kept some of the older orphans from drastic action more then once. He's the one who smiles when everyone around him feels like crying and keeps everything together. [B]Bio:[/B] Born in Tuscany, Italy, Emilio was born into a family of two brothers and two sisters. His father worked at a winery and his mother was a typical house wife raising the children and taking care of the home front. Emilio was the youngest, the baby of the family. They were a lower middle class family, but lived a pretty content life in the calm hills of Tuscany. Emilio often times amused himself in the olive trees and the maze work that was the winery. This, however, often got him in trouble for running around places he shouldn't have been. One day his parents left to go to Rome. His brothers wen with them and his sisters stayed behind to look after there baby brother. That was the last they ever saw of the four. Mom, dad, and his two brothers simply never came home. Never even made it to Rome for that matter, and to this day they still don't know what happend to them. Emilio was only 4 at the time, but his sisters were already 16 and 19, but they didn't want to have to raise him, even if he was there brother. They sent him off so they could live there own lives. It was only by a twist of fate and some odd connection he ended up in a Ukrainian orphanage. Why he was sent so far from home was beyond him, but he still believed that he was there for a reason. He has spent the last ten years here in the north. He misses his home, but he has real friends here and that makes it a worth while place to be.

Name: Tony Aledon Age: 29 Gender: Male Appearance: [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Trenchcoat.jpg]Tony[/URL]. He stands about 5'9 and weights in at 165 lbs. Under hsi long coat he has his body bandaged from his pelvis to the base of his neck. He has also bandaged his forearms and hands up tohis elbows. He carries and katana with a three foot blade. The blade is stained red with a black hilt and and balck guard. Allegiance: Loyalist Race: Venoxi Weapon: The red blade katana he keeps at his hip. He is a skilled swordsman and a powerful fighter. Personality: A seemingly harmless person, he has a calm and well mannerd disposition. He takes the role of a pacifist, only fighting when left with no other choice. He says he doesn't feel anger for those who hate him simply for what he is, he says he pities them. He says "If pity them, because they will never know anything onther than what they see with there own two eyes." All this masks his deep inner warrior spirit. He's strong and proud of what he is and never hides that fact from anyone. Bio/Snippet: Born in the southern part of the world, in what was once known as Colombia. His parents were not Venoxi, but both held the resessive gene of the Venoxi. As such, when he was born and he first showed signs of being a Venoxi his parents were horrified. His parents were both of the God's Chosen and to have a son who was a venoxi was unimaginable. Though they never tried to kill him, they may as well have. He became like the family shame and was hidden away from public site and was treated more like an unwanted dog then a child. He eventually broke out of his cell that was his house and ran for the mountains. He took to the forest lifestyle, resorting to hunting and fishing as a way of life for many years. It was here that he taught himself arts of combat. He learned through his experiences: running from foresst predators, hunting smaller animals, bare handed fishing, tree climbing, and overall endurance. The time he spent here brought his venoxi power to a level of skill as well. After ten years in the rainforest, he finally returned to the civilized world with his self trained set of survival and combat skills. Once he returned he took to weapons rather quickly, most prodominatly, the sword. Sadly he found the use for his skills was much more neccesary the he had hoped it would be. Like his parents, many people hated him simply just because he was a Venoxi. He had to fight off a fair share of attackers who came at him out of the prejudice they felt for him. Things weren't all bad though. There were those who were sympathetic and even accepting to him, despite the fact he was a venoxi, something the rest of the world had told him was horrible. These people brought him in and it was a place he could live the simple life he had wished he always could have. He taught himself how to fight with a sword and finally fell into this group, the first place that really excepted him. But now the world is falling apart, and falling into the war to end all wars. Death is something that Tony would rather pretend wasn't real. But now the prejudice felt for him and his kind has become even more potent, resulting in mass executions. On that note it has also driven the Venoxi to war and retaliate with great haterd and vengance as there battle cry. Now he has to decide if what he's fighting for is really the right thing. If killing those who would kill him is right, then why was what they were doing wrong. It didn't make sense, but he felt obligated to side with those who had taken him in during is most trying moments.

So we've gone from two to three here. Then if she's the third wheel then you might want to bring her in on this. He sounds like he's persisting because he feels that if you gave him the chance you would like him, and he may not be wrong, but this is your call here so I won't question it. However, instead of just dismissing it, try and take things kinda slow. If he wants there to be something, try just acting out the parts. You don't have to date him, just try and see if maybe you two could become closer, and if you try and show him it doesn't work then I'm sure he'll back off all on his own. No one wants to be involved in a futureless relationship, so just try and get closer. Learn more about each other, spend time alone, talk on the phone to each other and see if maybe you can find something there. Just keep it slow and simple, and just tell him that your willing to try, but you want to pace it right. Don't try to crush his spirit or anything, just be kind and subtle with whatever you choose to do.

I'm caucasian with a heavy diversity. I'm a regular mutt. Let's think about it, I'm: german, Italian, French, Irish, Polish, colombian, and cherrokee. I'm just a whole mix of things over here. And I don't fit the stereo type for any of them either. I'm just weird like that, but that kinda keeps it interesting. But it's a pain in the *** to have to look up my family tree cause it branches all over the damn place. Surprisingly, I can't speak any of my native languages, but I can speak a little Greek and Japanese. I'm just a freak aren't I.

From what I uderstand this all sounds kinda off. It sounds like you want to avoid this clown. Otherwise your gonna end up hurt in the worse kinda way. You sound like a strong and smart girl, so I can't figure out for the life of me why you don't back out of this thing. I've seen things like this get really ugly and even violent if left unchecked, and don't say that it won't because I've ahd girls tell me that one to many times. I used to work as a youth councilor, so I have seen all kinds of relationship problems and this is definitly a bad one. I'll go with Ikillion in saying, you should probably look more toward your friends at home rather then us here for such an immediate problem. If a guy is really that obsessive, then this isn't healthy for either one of you to be going through. And in the end, you'll be the one to pay for it. I may not know you, or him for that matter, but I do know how things can go wrong really rapidly. Even if your not alone, if he should snap for whatever reason then whatever friend your with might be the one who pays for your putting up with it. Just get out of this thing now while it sounds like you still can. If you let it go it could get alot worse.

Gene laid there wavering for a moment, he was in unimaginable pain as he twisted and lightly rocked on the ground. He knew he had to get out of there, he wouldn't last very much longer. He was thirsty, hungry, and badly injured. He needed to find some survivors, it didn't matter who or how many, just somebody who could help him. He rocked back and fourth, trying to build momentum as he did so. And with one strong swing he rolled from his back to his stomach. His eyes were warm with tears from the pain in his leg as he began to try and pull himself across the ground with his arms and elbows. But even tough he was free, the pain in his leg kept him from moving very quickly. He heard a russel in the rubble around him and he reached for one of his pistols on his back . Fat lot of good those did him here, since he couldn't turn around very quickly if the mutant was coming from behind him. This idea made him alot more nervous and kept him on edge as his hand grasped lightly at the gun. He needed to get to his feet, even if he couldn't walk, at least he could get a better look around himself and protect himself a little more effeicently. Starwind desperatly scrapped along the ground to a pile of gravel that was once a wall. He pulled himself up to a bent over position, as he hoped on one leg, since he was still unable to move his other one. He slowly stood straight up and looked over the destruction and devastation. This was once the proud land of Otakuboards and now it was a burning heap of debris and monsters. Gene wonderd to himself what the government planned to do. No doubt Dagger and Debresko would focus on cvering there own tails and taking off at first chance. The only chance for the nations stability would be for James to make a stand before the people. But at the moment that seemed impossible. He heard the russle again. He drew his pistol and panned around himself quickly. The sudden movement almost made him lose his balance. A mutant slowly moved out from inside the remains of, what appeared to be, an old apartment complex. Gene took aim and shot the creature where it stood without a thought to it. It fell quick and Starwind laid right back down on the ground. He was back on his stomach and began to desperatly crawl away. He worried that the sound of his gun may alert other mutants to where he was and he couldn't get caught up like that. He did his best to think of some kind of gathering point. A place where survivors still might flock to for safety or for some kind of neccesity. But he coudln't think of any such place in his desperate state of mind. He was too deeply gripped in the feelings of pain and fear to think clearly.

Name: Dredick "Dred" Blachton Age: 34 Gender: Male Personality: Calm and cooled, he carries a soft smile and always seems to be in a state of mild amusement. He seems to lack any kind of temper and has a calming air about him that helps those around him find peace. However, his eyes, though they appear gentle enough, fill those who stare into them with fear. HIs tone of voice, though calm, has a bitter air of chill to it. Class: Maritla Artist (The fear of the gods dojo) Race: Caucasian Appearance: [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/ryoji.jpg]Dredick[/URL]. He wears a pair of black gi pants and a long black trench coat. His coat is tatterd at all the seems. Beneath his coat he has his body tapped from his waist to the base of his neck as well as his hands and forearms all the way up to just before the elbow. His hair is drawn back and out of his face. Weapon: [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/MyGauntlets.jpg]Gauntlets[/URL]. He carries these terrofying weapons at the belt of his pants on his back. He uses them for defence as well as offense. Stats: He has exceptional strength and stamina. His speed is not much greater then that of a normal person, nor is his agility. He excels in hand to hand combat and is very lethal, even without his gauntlets. His martial arts preach more psycological combat rather than physical. Writing Sample: The wind on the frontier was light and refreshing to the tired traveler. Dredick had been on foot for three days and still felt like he was chasing a ghost out here. He walked the dusty streets of this quiet little village and approached a small tavern in this humble little hole in the ground. Dredick slowly walked to the doors and pushed them open on to a scene of great jubilation. They seemed to be celebrating some event or another, but Dredick didn't know what and wasn't about to ask. As he enterd the room seem to experience a momentary hush that lasted only but a few seconds then the festivities continued as if he had never even enterd. Dred walked casually and undisturbed, despite the sudden quiet, to the bar, where he took a seat as if he had been here a thousand times before. The bar keep walked over to him with a glass in hand "What can I get for ya, stranger." Dredick looked to the large display of beverages behind the barkeep and carefully made his selection. He pointed out a black bottle with a white label, trimmed in gold and gold leaf on the top of the narrow bottle neck. The barkeep looked at the bottle, then at Dredick "Sure you can afford that one there?" Dredick reached into his pocket and pulled out a small purple, draw string pouch and opened it up. He reached in and plucked out three small nuggets of gold and threw them on to counter and said "Just leave the bottle here, okay." The barkeep in a state of both shock and excitement nodded. In this moment, his eyes met Dredick's. The barkeep's body shivverd so violently that he dropped the bottle, which was quickly snatched by Dred. As Dred looked back down to the bottle the barkeep regained his wits about him. Dred popped the bottle and took a drink straight from the bottle and looked about the rest of the bar as the people seemed unaffected by his presense. As his eyes passed through the room, silence struck those who were caught in his gaze. He spun completely around and looked back to the barkeep and said to him "I'm a collector of odd tales. Does this town perhaps have any odd tales of recent you could share with me?" The barkeep shook his head "None that come to mind." Dred looked to his bottle "What about any other strange travelers like myself. Perhaps one with a red cloak. With blonde hair and green eyes. He would also have a crest of six gold coins on the back of said cloak." The barkeep stopped again, disturbed by how specific he had been with this depiction. The barkeep shook his head "Nope, nothing like that at all. Sorry." Dred nodded "Then have you ever awoken to the smell of rotting meat." The barkeep was taken back by this question "What are yo--" He stopped short as a look of fear came across his face again "Four years ago I did in fact wake to the smell of rot. I thought that some of the livestock had died in the night, but when I got outside everything was as it should be. The only thing was the smell and some dried out foot prints." Dredick looked back up from the bottle and the room fell silent once again, as he turned and moved toward the door. Suddenly the pertrified barkeep shouted out "Are you a bounty hunter?" The eyes of those in the tavern turned to the barkeep as if to plead 'why did you stop him!'. Dred slowly turned to look at him as the barkeep nearly fell to the ground. But Dred had his light smile on his face "Of course not. Just looking for an interesting story or two." Dred turned back around and walked out of the tavern and this time no one dared stop him. Moments after he left the sounds of the bar returned to normal. Dred had the bottle still gripped in his hand as he looked up and down the road of the sleepy little town "He's out there. It's just a matter of time." Dred took to the trail and started to march his way out of the town and on to the next location, his next leg of the journey.

Gene was pinned down, he had been for three days now. It was starting to look bad. He might have broken his leg, but he was trying not to think about it. Not like it would matter if he died of an infection. He lives through the bombing to die to some falling debrie. That's some bull crap. It happend two days ago. Gene had heard a transmission on the radio waves calling out for any other surivivors. There were four of them at the start and now Starwind was the only one who hadn't been killed by one of those damn mutants. During there last attack he managed to drive them off, but knocked into a loose standing wall and it came down on him. He had been trying to stay quiet to keep from being noticed by the mutants still patrolling the streets. At the same time, if he stayed quiet, then what few survivors there were wouldn't find him. He didn't know what to do with his leg pinned down. He had been in pain for a long time at first, but now he couldn't even feel it, which he knew was much worse then the feeling of pain. He still had his knife and pistols on him, but they could do little more then defend him, and only barely that, while he was stuck. He had to get himself out of this. Starwind pulled at it again since now he couldn't feel the intense pain that usually went with this desperate attempt to escape. He set his left leg, his one free leg, and both arms off on the ground and pushed off with all the strength he could muster. He could hear popping and cracking as he did so. He thought of stopping, but kept going in spite of his concerns for the long term damage he might be causeing. Starwind reached to his back and pulled out his knife and jammed it between his leg and the stone. He twisted it just slightly, causing the rock to lift and with one quick snap his leg came out from under the rock. He was finally free, but he still couldn't walk. He still couldn't feel his leg, but he also couldn't move it right now either. He must have dislocated it or something when he tried to pull it free. He layed perfectly still for a bit, he was exhausted and the feeling was begining to return to his leg. The pain was coming back and his body began to twist and convulse with the pain. He thought about all that had happend up to now. He thought to himself if this was the end or not. And thought of how this was such a stupid way to die. He layed perfectly still, tetering on the brink of unconsiousness. OCC: I hope this is okay to start out with.

[B]Name:[/B] Darren Tollack [B]Age:[/B] 34 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/ryoji.jpg]Darren[/URL]. He stands about 5'10 and weights in at about 175 lbs. He wears heavier clothes then those seen in the pic. Generally he wears his cloak or his trench coat. The cloak is brown with a single pin to hold in fastend around his neck that has the image of the sun on it. His trench coat is black and has no collar to it. Both of which are heavily tatterd. Underneath his heavier clothes he wears a light pair of pants and has most of his body bandaged (about from his pelvis to the base of his neck). His forearms and hands are also wrapped. He carries a katana at his hip in a silver scabbard. The hilt is a bright red and the guard is a solid black in a shape similar to that of a swastica. The blade like the guard is a solid black as well and measures a full 2 and a half feet. WIth the hilt it totals just over 3 and a quarter feet long. [B]Personality: [/B] Quiet and prefers to mind his own business. He places his own needs before those of others. Stand offish and avoids getting swept up in someonelse's conflict. He deals in it for himself, but if someone's goal would some how help his own then he wouldn't have too much trouble turning to aid them. [B]Bio:[/B] Born into a poor family, his parents dies while he was still very young from sickness. Following that he was sold into a caravan as a slave for trade. He moved around with the caravan from the ages of 2 to 8. When he was eight the caravan was attacked by bandits. The crew and all the slaves they could find were slaughterd and all the cargo, no matter how insignifigant it seemed, was taken by the bandits. Darren found sactuary by hiding under the body of one of his fellow slaves, who had already been butcherd. He laid in that spot for days, to afraid that if he moved they would see him and kill him. When he left that hellish waste, the body he had concealed himself with was nearly picked clean by the buzzards. He wonderd aimlessly through the surrounding forest and thicket. He had no where to go except into another slave caravan. One day he wonderd into a cave in the far west. While taking refuge in the cave he noticed the fine smell of smoke. At the back of the cave sat a strong, brooding looking man with a long pipe in his hand and a sword propped next to him. At first Darren felt like crying at this sight, he was terrofied of the man, even though the man had not even spoken yet. The man's eyes finally fixed on his through the dark and the man spoke "What's your problem kid." Darren was frozen for a bit and said nothing. The man spoke again "Why don't you sit down, boy. You look pretty tired." Darren didn't move and simply stared at the man all night long, even while the man slept propped on the cave wall. When the man rose to leave in the morning Darren followed him. He wasn't sure why, but Darren didn't want to see the man go. He followed his like a lost dog for a month before he next spoke to the man. The man had decided that if he was going to follow him that he would be of some use. Darren had returned to being someones servant, he did whatever the man told him to do, and he didn't even know his name yet. Every time he spoke to the man he couldn't help but stare at the sword the man kept over his shoulder. It had been two months since he had taken on as his servant when the man first acknowledged this. He said "Do like my sword, boya." Darren nodded lightly and the man returned with a smile "What if I said I'd give it to you? Would you be willing to follow me for the next 15 years?" Darren stared at the man, unsure of how to act, but his body seemed to do that for him. He suddenly satrted to nod, without even meaning to, he just did. The next several years he spent under this mans wing as his "apprentice", as he put it. The only name the man ever gave himself was Sei Fu. After the long 15 years with him, Sei Fu was true to his word. He gave Darren the sword he carried over his shoulder. One day Darren woke up and he was gone and the sword was sitting on his lap. Darren took on a new goal after losing him, finding him again. He wouldn't just allow it to end with him just leaving. In all the years they were together Darren had never bested him, and Sei Fu had never let him complete his training to become a master. He has spent the last 9 years as a vagabond searching for him, hoping to find and defeat him one day. He took on the task of finding him, but now has a new plan. With the appearance of this demon witch, Lisiae, he has decided to search her out instead. He now believes to find her, he might find Sei Fu. If he can destroy her, then maybe he'll be able to beat Sei Fu the next time they meet. [B]Skill/Abilities: [/B] He is a skilled swordsman, but not quite a master yet. He's fast, so fast that his movements are almost invicible to the untrained eye. He is most skilled with the technique known as the Flash Step. It's a burst sprint technique that allows for virtually undetectable movements, where one can't be seen or even heard. Though this technique is only good up to 15 yards at a time. But, despite the energy it takes, he is able to use this technique quite a numerous amount of time before wearing himself out.

The Egyptians believed to say the name of the deceased is to make them live again, so I suppose your theory on life is about the same as there's. But, I suppose to define life would be like trying to define human exsistence. It probably varies from person to person, there are as many reasons as there are people and goals. Though I suppose you could say there is no definite theory of life. It's quite philisophical to think about what life means, but I think that there will never be a certain answer to that question. But, it gives me a warm feeling to know that people are thinking of deeper things then just what's on TV.

I know it would probably kill me, but I pick the desert for three days over a bunch of preps. Time for me to have some fun. Lay on the side of the highway for two days, while maggots eat there way at them. OR Trudge your way through a desert for three days with a broken leg. Here's a hard one.

This has peaked my interest quite a bit. Name: Dreddick "Dred" Tonnas Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: [IMG]http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Tanner.jpg[/IMG] Personality: A nice guy by nature, but a quiet guy as well. He keeps to himself for the most part. He has a small hand full of friends and no real enemies. He doesn't tlak enough for anyone to decide they don't like him. He's not the romantic type, but he gets alot of attention that he doesn't really want. He's kinda private and doesn't feel comfortable as the center of attention. He takes side halls at school just to avoid the large rushes. But one way or another he ends up in some girls cross hairs and has to do what he can to put her down gently. He just doesn't have any interest in a relationship. Fact: He was adopted when he was 10 years old and was brought into a japanese family. He kept his last name when he was adopted. He doesn't know anything about his family before the group home, i.e. orphanage. Home Life: His family is from a proud Kenpo dojo in japan. He has been raised on this art. He spends more time practicing then studying, which is why he's so diligent in class. His father is strong willed and demands the same of him, so his life at home can be rough and demanding, but he does like it that way. His mother is kind and compassionate and his father is strict but fair is about the best way to describe it. He's learned to be quiet and respectful and obeys orders and instructions with great diligence. Quote: "I live today, but not for tomorrow. I'm living in the moment and in this moment I must answer all the callings of those who gave me this day."

I'm learning it currnetly and I know some of the basic greetings. I'm still kinda starting out and I still have a hard time with the Hiragana and the kanji, but I'm practicing. [I]O genki desu ka?[/I]=How are you? Simple I know, but it gets me by in class. WHat else is there? [I]Genki desu, arigato[/I]= Fine thank you. The this is something a I learned a little more recently. [I]Watashi no Oname wa casey desu[/I].= My name is Casey [I]Anata no oname wa nan desu ka[/I]= What is your name? I know a few other things. But nothing much more complicated then that. Oh yes, Chabouchi is right, Imasu is for inanimate and arimasu and desu are animate. Desu is generally an informal way of addressing another person.