Starwind

[quote name='2007DigitalBoy'][COLOR="DarkOrange"][SIZE="4"] UNCUT, B*****S!!!![/SIZE] [/COLOR][/QUOTE] Good to see you so thrilled about it DB. Truth be told, it's actually healthier for you to have it done. Trust me, circumcision is not just for the jewish. It's true that it's never too late to have it done, but I wouldn't advice it anymore since this is trauma you'll actually be able to remember. I once met a guy who tried to do himself was box cutter. This is not a recommended proceedure. Besides, I always thought that that extra skin would just get in the way of a good rub. Though I suppose it would be hard to relate since it would be hard to know from both perspectives.

I'm such a light sleeper that just about anything can keep me up. If it's too hot in the house. If it's too cold. If I've been up for too long. Hell, sometimes after I finish talking to my GF I can't fall asleep for hours afterward. As a result I've learned to live with little sleep.

I am of the belief that religion has done more harm then good throughout history. Well, organized religion anyway. That's why I don't attend church. Rather I hold my beliefs close to me and keep them TO MYSELF. And that's the key. Everyone tries to push there religion on someone else. Instead of doing the right thing and simply letting people find there own faith. I too have been circumsized.

[B]Name:[/B] Micheal Creed [B]Age:[/B] 21 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Race:[/B] Human, born and raised [B]Birthplace:[/B] He was born in a small colony in the area once known as Tampa Florida on what we call Nightshade. [B]Area I'm calling home:[/B] A fair sized transport ship that he "borrowed" from some rather angry gentlemen on a drifter colony near the moon. [B]Something strange about you:[/B] Despite the fact that he stole a ship from some less the honorable transporters, he's not a bad guy. He's just a little desperate. And not very smart for that matter. I mean, the man tried to make a getaway in a transport ship with only himself to pilot the damn thing. He may not always mean well when he does something, but he does know how to take care of himself. He's of the mind set to act fast and think last. Where most people give up is about where he would give up. He really doesn't like trouble. Again, despite the fact that he stole a ship from smugglers. One wouldn't call him lazy, since he does enjoy working out and other such physical activities. He just lacks motivation. He doesn't really wanna do anything unless it's something he enjoys doing, or just really wants to do. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Tanner.jpg"][U]Micheal Creed[/U].[/URL] Micheal is about 5'9 and weighs around 145 lbs. He has two constant companions, a 9mm berreta pistol and a six inch combat knife. And due to his character flaw of "act fast, think last" he has a tendency to draw both alot quicker than he probably should. [URL="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Outlaw_Star.jpg"][U]Micheals' Ship[/U].[/URL] He has yet to name it. The ship itself is of a class A size. Usually used to transport large cargo, or even small ships. On it's own it has minimal defences. It has only two forward and rear machine guns, and two rotary canons on either side of the large ship. Unfortunatly, these require ammo, which he rarely has any of. In order to better hide it from the smugglers he stole it from, he had it re-painted to the red color it is now. [B]Other:[/B] Micheal is at current, stranded in open space. At present, his inertia is leading him into a decent onto Nightshade. Micheal is hoping that once he hits the atmosphere he can guide himself down into the ocean. From there he'll be needing to "borrow" some fuel, so he can get his ship air born again. Since his piloting skills are mediocre at best, he's worried about how he thinks he's going to get back into space from earth, but it's too late to change his mind now. He's been keeping a low profile to this point, so he has little contact with the vamtyrs. Like any good human, he prefers to be as far from them as he can manage.

I hear that one James. If you think masturbation is evil then you've never tried it yourself. Anyone who practices regularly knows this fact. And besides, who are they to judge me based on something they've never done. Like I said, if they did it at all they'd know why I was doing it myself.

Terry touched down on a roof of a small in the middle of town. He looked back to the wood line. He could still sense the foreign energies heading for the town. This was a problem. If it was a vampire or a werewolf, it would certainly start preying upon the people in this town. As much as he didn't want to, Terry was going to have to fight to protect his home. Terry jumped from the roof to the street and began running back toward the woodline, standing on the street side opposite the woodline. The energy was moving with great speed and vigor through the woods, while Terry stood nervously waiting for the creature to appear. The silhouette appeared in the distance. It was definitely a Lycan. Wolf form, it appeared. Terry placed his palms together and started to build up and electrical charge between them. He slapped his left hand against a nearby light post and blew out all the light posts on the street with one solid charge. This would keep people from getting a good look at either of them. The wolf burst through the woodline. Terry rose his right hand and discharged the rest of the electrical sharge at the wolf, who yelped after being hit, but was barely detterd. Terry then laid both hands on the ground and a man hole cover in the road burst open with a torrent and washed the advancing beast back and soaked him to the bone. Terry built up a second electrical charge and blasted the beast again. This one managed to do considerably more damage to the rampaging beast. The beast began to stumble to its feet, it's muscles still numb from the shock. His sluggish movements gave Terry his opening. And with one swift movement a burst of fire came straight at the monster, incinerating it. Though he felt some relief he was also troubled by how easy it was. Lycans, though beast in form, are usually alot more cunning and intelligent than that. It was like the beast was simply running on a rampage of uncontrolled rage. No human could have stopped it. It took so much power just for Terry to stall it long enough to deliver the killing blow. There were an awful lot of questions and not nearly enough time to look for answers. People were already outside investigating the commotion. The streets were soaked, the electricity was out on the whole block and a part of the forest was completely scorched to ash. Terry decided to make himself scarce and head out of town. He was sure this was only the begining to a much bigger problem. After living for so long he had accumulated quite a bit of useful knowledge he never thought he'd use. He knew of a nobel vampiric family that lived not to far from his quiet home. He had never had much contact with them, but he knew enough to know that they might be willing to loan some assistance in the up coming problem. Having a vampiric ally could prove invaulable. They might simply turn him away, but the chance of a strong comrade was to good to turn down.

Terry Finished up his work with the ranch and started on his way home. He still needed to practice his spells, so he decided to go through the woods and get to work. He wasn't very comfortable with it. He was always worried that someone would see him. He knew that if anyone found out he'd have to brain wash them and get the hell out of this town. yes, it had happend before. And he really liked this town as was not that excited to be leaving. Regardless if he liked it or not, with things as stirred up as they were he couldn't afford to not be on top of his game. There was very obviously something wrong. Esspecially once he started weaving his spells. He realized how lively the air seemed. It was ripe with ambient energies. Both positive and negative. Once he had decided he had had enough, he turned around and headed back to town for another quiet night in his one room apartment. He was on his way back to the town when he felt the distinct presence from behind him. Not wanting to stir up trouble, Terry simply ignored it and kept going on his way. If this person meant him harm, they would eventually make there move. It was just a matter of biding his time. The presence began to draw closer, with the air getting colder as it did so. Terry braced himself. This could be there big move. Terry clenched his fist, building the heat of a fire spell within. He whipped around and the presence suddenly vanished. Terry was starting to feel like he was going insane. This was not just his imagination at work. There was a very strong presence behind him only a second earlier. It was at this time that he realized that the same presence was coming at him from behind again. If it was really that quick, rather than confront it, he gatherd his energy in the soles of his feet and launched a jet stream of both wind and fire and took to the air. He managed to clear 60 feet. He then built up a second charge at his back and launched himself again to ward the town. He was hoping that who was after him wouldn't be able for follow him way the hell up here. Terry never saw who it was that was after him, but it was not one of his own. It was either a lycan or vampire. Both of which were not good. They don't hide as well as they should. But now the first move had been made, so the war was on. And Terry was obviously a part of it.

The day was dragging on slowly. Only a few more hours left of work, but that was too long for Micheal. He needed to be preparing for tonight. This task required alot of preperation and between this and work it had been nearly three days since he had gotten a good nights sleep. It was starting to wear on his mind, but he couldn't become distracted. He had to remain clear headed, focused, and most of all determined. Last night was sloppy, but tonight there would be no mistakes. He couldn't afford them. The hours were ticking by so slow and it was pure torture sitting in front of that damn computer, in his boringly quiet building, doing his boring job. It was while he was sitting in his office that he over heard the radio. The city of New York was alive and well today. More murders and odd goings on were the norm for this overly populated little burg. But this didn't really bother Micheal much. In fact this is what kept it interesting to live here. He knew all he had to do was sit and wait. [I]'There are some real sickos out there'[/I] Micheal thought to himself as he sat behind his desk. A smile creeped across his face, but he quickly subdued it again. A knock came at the door. Micheal quickly put his smile back on and looked up to see his assistant standing at the door [B]"Hey there Eric, what have you got for me?"[/B] The man standing in the door was a taller man, around 6'5. He was almost sickeningly thin and had rather well kept brown hair. He wore a white button down shirt with a pair of tan pants and brown loafers. It was kind of a boring attire, since there wasn't really a dress code for the office or anything. He walked in and set a about a hand full worth of paper work and reports and set them on Micheals desk, who just looked up Eric [B]"Thanks for the update. I'll see you later."[/B] Eric then nodded, and turned to leave. But just before he got through the door, Eric turned around [B]"Oh... and Mr. Houghton. There was someone looking for you earlier."[/B] Micheal looked back up to Eric [B]"Did they say who they were?"[/B] [B]"No. Just that he needed to see you about something and that he would come back later."[/B] Micheal nodded [B]"Alright."[/B] And with that Eirc finally left and closed the door behind him again. This was turning into a long day that Micheal had hoped would be a short one. He hated this job, but it gave him lots of time, if nothing else, to plan from night to night.

[B]6 TIMES!!!!![/B] Man I thought I was pretty bad. I would like to take this moment to thank Rev for giving me a higher opinion of myself today. Did you ever give yourself a rash like that? I know I had that problem for a while. Though I have always been a little vigorous with my "handy work". While this news from you Rev, makes me feel better about myself, it also gives me a new kind of respect for you. It may not be the kind your looking for, but it's still there.

Micheal sat at the foot of his beed as he could see the sun starting to inch it's way to the horizon. It was yet another sleepless night. It had happend again last night. And it would keep on happening. It had to happen. The change in his body was obvious, even in childhood. It was obvious to him that he was not normal. Maybe not even human. But that didn't matter really. All that mattered was the mission. The shallow cuts on his wrists had already stopped bleeding. Micheal stood from the edge of his bed and walked for the dresser just a few feet in front of him. He pulled out another set of clothes and threw the ones he had on into the hamper just beside the dresser. Micheal pulled out a crimson red shirt and a faded pair of blue jeans. He loved the bright vibrant red of his shirt. Something about it always excited him. Micheal walked for the door to his bedroom and grabbed the black leather jacket off the back of the door. He walked out into the living room/kitchen. He went straight to the pantry and grabbed two packages of pop-tarts and threw them in the microwave for 10 seconds. He opened the fridge and grabbed a "Monster" energy drink out and popped the top. The microwave dinged and Micheal pulled the pop-tarts out and folded a napkin around them. He then walked out the front door, locked up and began his way on to work. Truth be told, he didn't like computers. But he was good with them. Maybe it was because they were as cold and calculating as he was. It was even easier to just talk about them. Something as simple a few cicuits beat the hell out of the deep inner workings of the human mind. The electronics store nextdoor had the News on one of there display TVs. He could see the girl from last night on there. She was talking and crying, but Micheal couldn't hear what about. Micheal enterd the building and gave the typical morning greetings. First was the front desk secretary, Hilary. She was a nice girl, but she seemed to always be a bit off around Micheal. Normal people were hard to understand [B]"Oh..." [/B]She said noticing Micheal come through the door [B]"Good morning, Mr. Houghton."[/B] She seemed jumpy again this morning. Maybe she could sense what was wrong with Micheal, who simply smiled back [B]"Good morning Hilary. Take it easy, okay."[/B] Micheal continued his way up to his office, being intercepted by at least 4 others who wanted to converse in some idle chit-chat. Micheal had no interest in talking too much. He didn't even have that much interest in working that much today. He had to get working on tonights "event". He already knew who would be next. Who belonged to him. All that was left to do was sit and wait. Soon the day would end and the night would begin.

I personally think that the world would be better off if we were all a bit more sexually open. You know, less respressed sexual urges. I'm not saying that porno should become a mainstay on mainstream primetime television, but I think you should be able to talk about sex in public without having to whisper so only people within two inches of your mouth can hear you. Personally, I'm not embarassed at all to tak about having sex with my GF in the middle of the mall. I keep it in reason, you know. I don't get graphic or anything, but I just saying, why be worried about it. I promise that almost everyone who hears and understands what your saying has probably had sex too. In my mind Masturbation is more or less the same. It's just sex with yourself. Anyway, the reason I really came here. I got a buddy of my from back in basic training who had surgery a few years ago and they had to remove a few ribs, so now he can give himself a blow job. I sh** you not. I had never seen anything so amazing in my life. I was both horrified and beyond insanely jealous. After watching him do it, I almost dislocated a disk in my neck trying to do it myself. Sadly, to no avail.

This is perfect. Thanks Ezekiel. I appreciate the work.

Trust me, James isn't the only one enjoying this thread. Anyway, I'm fine with the kittes cause I'm more of a dog person anyway. I feel like that this could be the opening of the can worms for many more bodily function themed threads. Anyway, back to the topic. I recently went to one of those sex stores with a few of my buddies. And I'm sure some of you know how that is for a guy. You know, you walk in your friends, laugh at everything in the store, then come back 2 hours later alone and actually buy it. I had such an experience just last night with a friend of mine that worked pretty much just like that. What I bought was vibrating, rubbery replica of the "female anatomy". I still can't get over how funny this thing is. I mean, it plugs right into the wall. Yeah, I'm gonna put my Penis that squirts a liquid into something that's plugged directly into the wall. So I was on my bed humping this thing, when the lights dimmed and I almost **** my pants. That's not how I want my family to have to find me like that: "This is how we found your son, Mrs.Nova. Looky, looky." Needless to say I don't think I'll be using it again.

OK, I don't need text which is why I didn't request anything. The images above are some ones that I found that I liked, but if there is any body out there with ones they think are better, I'd be willing except that as well. As far as color goes, just sticking to the blood red is good.

[COLOR="DarkRed"][CENTER][B]Name:[/B] Virgil Morticus [B]Age:[/B] 24 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Blood Type:[/B] Dark Blood [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/1Vergil.jpg"][U]Virgil[/U].[/URL] He stands at 5'10 and weights in at 156 lbs. He is well kept in appearance and carries himself with a high and mighty air about himself. [B]Personality:[/B] His appearance matches his personality. He is very proud and dignified. He may not be of nobility, but that never stopped him from carrying his head high. He has a sharp tongue and a dry wit. He has zero tolerance for persecution and abuse of power. He is a bit quixotic, but he is beligerent in his beliefs of equality. [B]Biography:[/B] Born to lower class family never stopped Virgils ambitions of grandour. His Father, Marcus, was a proud and just man himself. Marcus favored himself an activist for the rights and equalities of all. He taught these values to Virgil who carries them like proudly like a code of arms to this very day. Even after his father was murderd during a rally to protest the tyranical govenor of Virgils small home town. Virgil later took of this cause and lead a coup de taut against the govenor and won. This was a major turnig point in his life. Virgil took to the streets and began to preach his message of equality to anyone who would listen and would gladly brandish his sword for the any opressed masses. Even if they wouldn't do it for themselves. [B]Weapons:[/B] [URL="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/flame20katana203.jpg"][U]Katana of dark blood[/U].[/URL] This blade is a family heirloom that has been passed down for longer then Virgil knows. He is able to focus his mysitical energies into it and is able to increase his attack strength ten fold. As well as add and elemental charge to them. [B]Magic:[/B] He has a few basic spells, but most of his magic is directed throught the dark blood katana. By using his wind magic he can make the blade seem sharper and increase it's penetrating capabilities several times over. By combining fire he can create vicous and often times mortal wounds. He's also capable of bending his air magic around his own body, allowing him to run faster and jump higher by several times. His are combat specialty magics.[/COLOR][/CENTER]

I'm not saying all fanfics are bad. I'm just saying most suffer from terrible spelling, grammar and lack any sense of orginality. Every so often I'll find one that strikes my interest. But for everyone I find that's respectable and entertaining, I find 10 more that make me want to dig my eyes out of my head with an ice cream scooper. I just wanna take some of these people and beat them over the head repeatedly with a piece of heavy mining equipment and then drag them out into the woods and disembowel them with a wooden cooking spoon. Does that make me evil?

Hey, I can understand that. I have to drop my pants first before I can start going at it. Truth is, I prefer to be fully nude. I find it to be more comfortable, but that's not to say that it's always a requirement. Even porn isn't always needed for me. I have enough of an imagination to get by on that alone. But ever since me and my GF started having sex I've had a lot less urges. I used to be pretty bad. I was going at 2, sometimes 3 times a day. It was starting to chaf.

Hey. I've gotten some good stuff here before I'm looking for a couple more. Here are the images that I found. If you can do better than these I'd appreciate that too. [IMG]http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/dexter_showtime2.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Dexter2.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Dexter3.jpg[/IMG] Thanks in advance for all the help.

I have been forced to bare witness to the addictions of Fanfics and even sufferd from it once myself. It is for this reason I believe the there should be a surgeons general warning on all Fanfic sites. [B]WARNING: MAY CAUSE PALE SKIN, INSOMINA, GLASSY EYES, EATING DISORDERS, ATTRACTION TO TERRIBLE WRITTING AND A GENRAL REFUSSAL TO LEAVE ONES COMPUTER![/B] I'm starting the petion. Does anyone care to sign it for me? I've got cookies!

As far as sex versus masturbation I'm pretty sure I don't need to say which is better. But I do enjoy my own self pleasure from time to time. Anyway, my heart bleeds for you man. I was one of the lucky ones. In all the time that I lived with my parents they never caught me in the act. After hearing your story I can't tell you how thrilled that I am about that fact as well. Personally, I not only think that masturbation isn't evil, I think it's perfectly healthy for a kid your age. Hey, nothing wrong with making your day just that little bit better, right?

Games I've played for over a hundred hours: [B]Final Fantasy VII, VIII, X, XII:[/B] Let's face it, the FF series is one of the greatest RPG series of all tme. There is no excuse not to get wrapped up in any of these games. [B]Star Ocean: Til The End of Time:[/B] Star Ocean was fun from begining to end and I still enjoy revisiting it to this day. The story was interesting and constantly evolving and the battle system was one of the best I've ever played in any RPG. [B]Elder Scrolls III and IV:[/B] Again, there's no excuse not to get wrapped up in these games. It's so emersive it can cause lack of sleep. This is one of those games that needs a surgeons general warming on the front. [U]Caution: May cause Insomnia, Loss of Appetite, Pale Skin, and a general resistance to go outside.[/U] [B]Metal Gear Solid 2 and 3:[/B]Come on, who doesn't enjoy getting to play as everybodies favorite cut throat spy. This is a game that is always fun to re-explore because the detail on the game is so intricate that it feels fresh and new every time I play it. [B]Capcom Vs. Marvel 2:[/B] I believe this shows you that I am, at heart, a nerd thru and thru. When I first heard about this game, I thought I was having a wet dream. Just thinking about it makes my thumbs sore.

It was yet another quiet morning for the lathargic feeling Terry. But, it would be a waste of a bright new morning to simply sit around in bed all day. Terry left and was on his way to the dinner at the end of the block. Nothing quite like a cup of coffee in the morning. It made Terry feel more alive in the morning. Terry approached the quite little building, humbly named, First Stop. A round woman with hazel eyes, brown hair, and a huge grin spoke up as he walked through the door [B]"Good Morning, Terry. Will the usual do, hun?"[/B] Terry chuckled a bit [B]"Actually, I'm feeling kinda a daring today. How about some grits with a side of sausage. Oh, and a coffee, 2 cream 4 sugar."[/B] The round woman chuckled again [B]"You certainly have a sweet tooth don't you, hun?"[/B] A man from the kitchen popped out shortly there after and approached Terry. Terry simply looked up to the man from the newspaper he had been reading [B]"Good Morning, Joe. If your here it mean smy breakfast must be on its way."[/B] Joe was a tall man, at least 6'5, with a perfectly shaved head and only a light gruff of a beard. He was a bit meaty, but certainly not as round as the waitress. He let out a hardy laugh [B]"It's been awhile since you went without pancakes. I even broke the syrup out before you even got here."[/B] Terry laughed along with him [B]"Don't worry, I'll be having a double stack tomorrow."[/B] Joe leaned down on the table [B]"The way you eat, I can't figure out how you stay so trim."[/B] [B]"It must be in my genes!"[/B] The two laughed a bit and made small talk as Terry went through his breakfast. Once he finished he gave his goodbyes and left for the day. There was a lot of open land around town, so there was lots of places where he could practice his spells in private. But unfortunatly that, like the pancakes, would have to wait til tomorrow. There was work to be done today, otherwise he wouldn't have any money for pancakes tomorrow. With all the open land there were lots of farms in the area. Terry worked for a local horse ranch as a ranch hand. Terry enjoyed working outdoors and with the horses. They were very interestng creatures. Much like the humans he worked with were. The sun was warm and the wind blew only lightly. It was going to be a good day. Terry prayed it would stay that way for awhile longer, but it seemed like it might end soon. The air was ripe with dark energy. The underworld was on the move. He could smell it in the early morning wind. Soon his life would become hard, along with the lives of all humans as well.

It had been three days since Hector had last seen a town. Those damn sentries were on his tail all the time these days. It was getting to be a royal pain, as where it was once kinda funny. The worn tips of Hectors long red coat drug lightly across the ground as he trugged on. He knew he was coming up on Yeshova. It wouldn't be much longer now. Which was a good thing since he was just about out of food and water. If nothing else he needed to stock up on more supplies. He could see the rather large town off in the distance. Rumors say that they have high security around the town and an outsider like him was not likely to be easily let in. No reason not to peg him for a spy or something. Esspecially considering how he looked, all tatterd rags and a blood stained blade on his back. If he just told them who he was honestly who he was they still might not let him, what with his reputation for causing a commotion wherever he goes. And that wouldn't be completely wrong of them. Guess that meant he was going to have to sneak inside of this city if he wanted in without a problem. Hector decided to scoope up some older rags from the side of the street and throw them over himself. Then he lie in wait. Finally he saw, what seemed like another group of refugees coming along. As they marched past, with there road weary eyes, he slowly kinda morphed himself intot he group. In order to keep his sword hidden he had to pretend he had hump on his back and walked kinda slouched. Hector just prayed that the guards paid him no mind, since he still kinda stood out. And like it was fate, the guards never gave him another look as he wanderd in with the new caravan of refugees seeking shelter in this last oasis. Hector quickly dumped the rags and immediatly wanted to know where the bars were. It had been three days since he left his last town and thus three days since his last beer. He was hurtin somthing bad. Seemed like there was quite a commotion going on. Maybe those damn Dugolma sentries were on there way. If that was the case then it didn't look like Hector would be staying long. But after he probed about, he learned that some guy coverd in blood had just been carried through the town only a short time ago. That was kinda interesting. This, however, didn't stop Hector from continuing on with his primary mission: Find a Bar! Hector was thirst, hungry and in desprate need of alchohol.

I'm gonna have to go with Survival of the Sickest by Saliva. At least this week. By the tomorrow it may be something else.

[CENTER][COLOR="RoyalBlue"][B]Name:[/B] Terry Portman [B]Age:[/B] 324; 20 years old by appearance [B]Gender: [/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] Terry is 6'1 and weights 145lbs. As suggested he has a rather slender build. Despite this, he's not very athletic. He enjoys wearing typical human clothes and does his best to blend in with the humans. He has sandy blonde hair with silver streaks on either side of his head. That is perhaps his only real unique physical feature. He has deep sky blue eyes and always has a light smirk on his face. On the top of his left shoulder he has a four inch scar in the shape of a cross. [B]Side:[/B] Good [B]Creature:[/B] Caster [B]Personality:[/B] In a word, pleasant. He spends alot of time just smiling and carrring on. He finds human beings to be facinating. They live so briefly and yet have such great asperations. He really has very little contact with others of his own kind since he cares little for them. He finds most other casters to be too conceited. Thinking that for some reason humans are some much lower simply because they're not as powerful. He thinks humans are funny and terribly ambitious. And he has alot of respect for a creature like that. Even if they are ignorant of the existence of higher life forms. [B]Bio:[/B] Terry was born and grew up like almost all casters. He was the son of a mortal warlock and a mortal witch. His parents were proud of his magical prowess, and also jealous. Being born the way he was, he naturally excelled in the magical arts the way his parents could never hope to. By the time he was 12 he has already exceeded them both. Terry was very proud of his abilities, but his parents, his father imparticular, were growing quite frustrated with him. Eventually, when Terry was 16, his father lashed out againt him, in a need to protect his ego. Terry, with his natural talent, was able to fend him off and escape relatively unharmed. He struck out on his own and continued his practice of the magical arts. He has taken up majors in Lightining, Water, and fire with minors in mind control and wind. Despite the fact that he was not a human, nor did he know much about them. He was more then happy to start living among them. He found there trials and tribulations to be amazing. He watched many generations come and go and realized how brief there lives really were. It's perhaps this that facinates him the most.[/COLOR][/CENTER]