Doublehex

Youkai Alchemeist: Denied. Put in more significant work for your character sheet.

I tried that before. It didn't work. :-/

I have a question: I have nearly all of the Dalmations, but I cannot, for whatever reason, finish my collection is because I can't go back to Munstro! Whenever I do, Goofy says that Munstro is gone, and we should leave before he comes back. So, what the heck am I supposed to do?

[color=white][b]Name[/b]- Ferin [b]Age[/b]- 17 [b]Side[/b]- Neutral [b]Story[/b] ? The first six years of Ferin?s life has remained a mystery, thanks to the fact that his homeworld was consumed by the darkness. Somehow, he managed to escape the Heartless and found his way to Twilight Town, where he had resided until he was fifteen. Up to that time, he made a reputation around the small metropolis of him being something of a prankster and a trouble maker, often teaming up with Seifer?s gang on more than one occasion to cause a ruckus. However, several days after his fifteenth birthday, he met a kid named Riku. With his long bluish hair and mature appearance, it was hard for Ferin to not to have a talk with him. Riku told him many stories, about a keyblade and some beings called heartless. Riku gave Ferin a pendant with a lion?s head, saying that it was a little memento. Ferin waved goodbye to the blue haired wanderer, and as the train left, Riku gave a hint of advice: ?It is going to start again with birth by sleep.? At first, Ferin was confused by the prophecy, but eventually come to conclusion that it was in reference to his friend Sora. But when he came to that conclusion, Ferin began to wonder exactly why Riku had told him so much. After all, these tales of Heartless, of DiZ and Organization XIII, it was all very grave matters, and who knew what panic would occur if the general public knew about it! Riku had risked a great deal by telling Ferin these things. After Riku?s departure, life returned to normal, with the exception of Ferin constantly holding onto the lionhead pendant. However, one day, Ferin had a sudden urge to head for the old mansion that lied on the outskirts of town. Urge was not exactly the best word to describe the feeling?it was more along the lines of being magnetically drawn to the old mansion. When Ferin finally reached the mansion gates, he found that it was opened wide. As he entered the courtyard, he was attacked by things he had never seen before. They pinned him at the wall, and as they prepared to finish him, Ferin clutched his pendant that Riku gave him. Suddenly, the pendant glowed and transformed into an object that much resembled what Riku called a keyblade, with some major physical modifications. He would later discover that it was the ?Sleeping Lion? model keyblade. Using the newfound weapon, Ferin defeated the attackers. Sensing that something was amiss, Ferin entered the mansion. He does not remember the events in the mansion. All he knows is that he woke up in some sort of pod, and returned to a Twilight Town that never knew he existed. Personality- A good mix between a child and an adult, Ferin acts however he wants people to perceive him, or whichever of his personalities would serve his best interests. It should be noted, however, that there is a third personality ? the hunter, a crazed madman who thinks only of killing, believing the spilling of blood to be a sport. The hunter reveals himself only when Ferin is caught deep in combat. [b]Weapon[/b]- [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/SoF/sleepinglion.jpg]The Sleeping Lion[/url] [b]Magic/ Abilities[/b]- Arx Arcanum ? Invoking hidden powers into a series of powerful attacks, Ferin raises his sword into the air, preparing for a collection of devastating strikes against his target. Shadow Aura ? Ferin summons an aura of darkness around him, collecting it into a series of energy balls that will do devastating damage on any foe. A continued amount of these will wear him down eventually, however. [b]Picture[/b]- [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/SoF/ferin_photo.jpg[/IMG] [/color]

Approved. An interesting enough character.

[b]Name[/b]: Ferin Alengar [b]Gender[/b]: Male [b]Age[/b]: 36 [b]Race[/b]: Hyrulian [b]Appearance[/b]: [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/RP/ferin.jpg]The hardened warrior[/url]. Ferin?s mere appearance paints a portrait of his cold and malicious heart. His blonde hair is long and is usually tied into a pig tail. His face, which is unshaven but not dirty, sports a scar that trails down his left eye. It is said that his left eye is actually an enchanted orb that he stole from a genius Zora mage who was foolish enough to wander the outside world alone. Such rumors have yet to be proven, but tales of what he had done with his clawed gauntlet are. Sharp as bear claws and nearly as long, these hand weapons will cause a painful death to anyone who gets too close to them. To hide the ceremonial tattoo of the Gerudo on his neck, which he received when his father sold Ferin to him before his amnesia struck, he wraps a scarlet cloak around his neck. The cloak itself extends into a small cape, which after five years of Ferin?s line of work has been ripped to ribbons. [b]Personality[/b]: If one was to say that Ferin is cold, selfish, barbaric and utterly ruthless, they would only be touching the tip of the iceberg. Ferin gives little head to the cost of life ? his partners on jobs, unless they prove to be a very useful tool or are essential to the success of the said assignment, usually end up as a bloody corpse, thanks to a ?misaimed shot?. He constantly abuses woman, thinking them more as objects of pleasure than actual beings. Despite his cold demeanor, he does have a sense of honor. He always gives his victims an attempt at success before he inflicting the final blow, and will never fight opponents that equal or surpass his combat skills on uneven grounds. [b]Abilities/Items[/b]: Ferin does not rely on accessories that would excel his strength in combat because he sees such items as a foolish waste ? if you need to rely on gadgets to become a capable warrior, then you are not a warrior at all! Thus, the only item he holds on his person was one that was not even born from the Industrial Revolution ? the hookshot, made famous by the exploits of the mythical hero of time. [b]Weaponry[/b]: It is a well known fact that in order to survive in the world, one must be prepared for any and all situations. Kings know it, bandit lords know it, peasant farmers know it, but Ferin has memorized it to such a degree that one could say that it is his philosophy on life. His weapons of choice is a red-stained longsword, but in the odd chance that his weapon falls from his grip, Ferin has on his person two short swords that he would use in a dual wield fashion made infamous by the Zora guardians. On top of these weapons, Ferin typically holds several daggers, a great deal of them the throwing variety, and a light weight crossbow that holds at most five or six bolts. Ferin ensures that all of his weapons are crafted by the Gorons, for he wants nothing less than perfection. [b]Background[/b]: There was a time when Ferin Alengar did not know who he was ? that there was a day when he woke in a Gerudo prison without a name to call himself. So, after he escaped from the desert prison using methods that even the Gerudo would find barbaric, which involved sexual torture, beheadment, and setting straw structures ablaze while civilians were still trapped within, he gave a name to call himself ? Ferin, a Gerudo term for ?demon?, which he was called often in his escape. Upon his ?return? to civilization several months later, Ferin learned that he was apparently the son of some noble who had gone bankrupt after he had lost favor with the king after a scandal involving one of the king?s concubines. If the bar rumors were to be given any credit, Ferin was also sold to the Gerudo tribe in a last ditch attempt by his father to get some considerable wealth in the form of an ancient relic. The tattoo featured on his neck is a product of this. Seeing that his noble heritage would bring him little influence in the Court, Ferin abandoned his respected name all together. He instead created one for himself ? Alengar, a mixture of both the Hyrulian and Gerudo term for blood crafter. The surname would serve him well; for he quickly joined the organization known as the Guild, a somewhat organized collection of bounty hunters, mercenaries, and other soldiers of fortune. From there, Ferin?s reputation as a dark and selfish warrior spread throughout the underworld. He has worked with nearly every type of client possible ? necromancers, Moblins, Gerudos in rare cases, and even the King himself, when the majesty required a certain noble assassinated. His skills in nearly every type of weaponry available, from the conventional sword and battle axe to the more revolutionary weapons of the rifles earned him the title of the weapon master, a title he does personally advertise due to his personal belief that there shall never be no such thing as a ?weapon master?. After all, new weapons are constantly being introduced, and even if by some miracle a being lived to see the end of the world, he could never become an expert in every sort tool of death available. Among his many achievements, without a doubt the most famous was when he, assigned on a job to protect a traveling noble woman, led a small town of no more than forty citizens, only eleven of them being men, in the defense against a raiding party of two hundred Moblins. Using every tool at his disposal, from spare flintlocks to pitchforks, Ferin created a nearly impenetrable wall of flesh, wood and stone that the brutish Moblins could never penetrate. [b]Character Snippet[/b]: Ratsphere breathed heavily, his long, grayed and dried hair flowing behind him as he sprinted across the sewers. For the past five years the quivering man, who with his bucked teeth and meshed nose resembled his namesake all too well, had served the leader of the Syndicate, who had ruled the underworld along with the Guild for the past seventy years. But now, it has fallen ? at long last, the Hyrulian Guard had actually found some stable evidence of the Syndicate?s dark deeds. Even though everyone knew that the Syndicate was behind countless murders and rapes and acts of slaughter on innocent citizens, there was no proof. But thanks to a spy the Guild sent in, the proof was in the spotlight. And thus, the Syndicate was doomed. The Guard, numbering three times that of the Syndicate?s number, charged in with their advanced weaponry and crushed the criminals. Even worst, the spy was trailing right behind him in the sewer air. In his clumsiness, the rat tripped over its own tail, and fell face flat. The spy?s footsteps trailed nearer, and nearer. Soon, he was towering right over the quivering Ratsphere. Behind his cloak, Ferin chuckled softly. ?P-p-please Ferin! W-we can make a deal!? He crawled to his feet in a dishonorable fashion. ?A deal you say?? Ferin almost sounded intrigued by the proposition. ?Yes! A deal! I have many contacts outside of the Syndicate! W-we can work together!? ?Two problems with that, my dear Ratsphere.? Ferin slipped a dagger from his person. ?One, I work alone.? Ratsphere was already running down the sewer hall for his life, but fell dead when a dagger entered his back, and consequently, ended his life. ?Two, you are dead.?

Amazon.com sells a lot of complete boxsets for like 45 dollars. NGE - Platinum in particular, as well as FMP! So, as long as you go the online route, anime is not too expensive.

[i]He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you. -Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, Aphorism 146[/i] [b]PROLOGUE[/b] The Director stared into the night. It had been raining for a week, ever since Lucy escaped his grasp. Even more importantly, Kuruma had found a way to never be a part of GARM ever again. Instead of life, he chose death. Even more unfortunate, he took Silpelit number thirty five along with him. Two valuable resources, wasted. What a fool, he snickered. He tightened his grip. Thirty five was in no way the last resort he would use to have Lucy return to complete her duty as the daughter of the Mother-God. Thirty five was simply the first wave ? Kakuzawa had dozens of other servants at his disposal to handle Lucy, and to remove number seven. In fact, the next one was on its way from the so called land of the free. Kakuzawa sent the request two days ago - it should be here any minute. How ironic, Kakuzawa pondered, that the very country that boasted of liberty and justice for all was in fact the very first country to fund the CERBEREUS project?a project that was based off of torturing so called children in order to advance the knowledge of the barbarous Diclonius. The world was full of ironies. Suddenly, the wooden doors that led to the Director?s office, which might as well have been called his home, since he is never seen out of it, opened wide. Four security guards entered, along with an aid. A steel pod slowly hovered in, with the shaking form of its captive sealed away inside of it. All but the creature?s head was completely covered, and even then one would have trouble noticing any distinguishable features of the victim: it was completely covered in bonds and fitted with a restraining mask all too similar to the one Lucy wore. There was one thing that could be noticed on the creature, however: demonic horns protruding from the side. Not curved like the ones of the female Diclonius, but sharp and thin. It was a man. The pod slowly creaked upward, so that its captive could face the Director. The Director, with the same face of malice he would show to even his now dead son, nodded. The security guards unhooked the mask, and quickly released the bonds. They produced a man, if Diclonius could even be considered human, in his early twenties. His face was hard, but with the hint of some humanity. His hair was a dark red, an eerie reminder of the constant activities of his kind. Originally his head was dipped down, but slowly he rose to face the Director. Then he yawned. ?My god, why do you always have to have the copters be so bumpy? I mean, seriously Kakuzawa, it is simply [i]not[/i] a good first impression.? The older man snarled. ?This is hardly a first impression.? ?True, but it?s been, like what, four years? I was expecting a grand party to celebrate my glorious return?? ?You?re [i]return[/i], Alex, is hardly glorious, nor is it wanted! But certain events have demanded your immediate assistance.? ?My Lucy escaped, right?? Alex smirked in a tone as if he knew all along what was happening. ?And she is very good at staying out of our grasp. But we do not want you to capture her.? Alex raised his eyebrows. ?Oh? What exactly do you have in mind?? ?It is time to start the evolution.? The Diclonius sighed as much as his metal cage would have permitted him to. ?Several years ahead of schedule, aren?t we?? ?We have no choice. Will you do it, or will I have to send more prominent scum to finish the task?? ?Well now, let me think me about this?? With that, the sarcastic began to hum the Jeopardy tune, much to the Director?s annoyance. He preferred Lucy?s cold malice to this scumbag?s humor: he could better relate with her than this fool. But by some perverted chance of fate, their two DNAs were perfect for mating, for creating the ultimate Diclonius. Thus, for the past ten years the two were prepared for the mating process. Alex was invaluable to the success of CERBEREUS. ?All right, I?ll help. On one condition, though.? ?You are hardly one to be giving demands.? ?Yeah, well, there?s also the fact that I am the best one suited for the task. According to your tests, I have a three out of ten chance of survival. Everyone else is just one.? The Director growled. ?How do you know about these tests? They were confidential.? ?Come now, you don?t give me enough credit! I mean, if vectors can through people like they were veggies, it can?t be so hard to use them to read minds, now is it?? Kakuzawa scowled. How he hated Alex! If it weren?t for his DNA, he would have found himself choking on his own blood years ago. ?Name your price.? ?You let us two live peacefully. You?ll get your evolution.? Kakuzawa chuckled. ?Very well then. You will have your [i]peace[/i]. Give me my evolution.? ?Okie-dokie? the Diclonius winked. [center]* * * * *[/center] The raining was ferocious. Alex was clothed in a black business suit, with him holding several luggage bags, most of them via his three vectors. His long hair was tied into a pony tail, albeit a messy one. Most of his hair was shaven as well, given the look of a classy seventies spy. He had a pair of sun glasses on to cover his eyes from the rain. The helicopter hummed through the night sky as it slowly landed. Admits the down pour and occasional beating of thunder, Alex heard familiar and all too comforting footsteps approach: a scientist, in her fifties, clutching onto several items. He turned to face her, a warm smile on his other wise pale face. ?Hey mum.? Of course, the man was not being literal: his biological mother was long dead. But for the past eleven years, ever since his capture, this woman had acted as good as any mother could have, even if she was always behind a sheet of glass. But through that one sheet of glass she had encouraged him, raised him, taught him, and mothered him. It was because of her that Alex did not become some sadistic murderer that lost all grips of reality, a story heard of all too well in the facility. ?It?s good to see you again Alex,? she smiled. ?Same,? he sighed. The foster mother slipped some items into her would be son?s free hand: a bible and a gothic cross necklace. ?Will you pray every night?? ?I try, mom.? The woman sighed. ?You sure you want to do this, Alex?? She was being more direct than usual. She was troubled, and rightfully so. ?I?ve don?t got a choice. It?s my?path.? ?You don?t have to do anything, Alex. It?s not right that my?son has to be the one to start this cursed ?evolution? of his.? ?I?m not going to stop. And that?s final. No buts about it?I - I am going to do this.? ?Just let God help you.? She sighed, knowing her child was too stubborn to admit he was wrong. Alex groaned. ?Aw, come on Mom, you know how corny that sounds. Not even Pastor Bill sounds like that!? Even though he had never seen her pastor, Alex was capable enough in using his vectors to read minds that he could recreate nearly all of the Californian man?s sermons. It was almost as if the Diclonius was there himself. ?I know, I know, but, well, just stay good.? ?I try,? he said, choking back some tears, knowing this will be their final conversation. ?I?ve always enjoyed our conversations.? His foster mother nodded approvingly. Tears slipped down the woman?s cheek. ?Take care of yourself, Alex.? ?I always do,? he reminded her before he hugged her. ?Good bye, Alex.? ?Not goodbye mom.? He kissed her on the cheek. ?Just see you later.? With that, he departed. [center]* * * * *[/center] ?You know, if you were more organized, cleaning wouldn?t take this long!? Yuka, the ever present slave driver of the Kaede Inn, folded her arms in a commanding manner. ?If you take much longer, you are going to miss lunch!? She was yelling at her cousin from across the hall. He was supposed to do some organizing of the Kaede Inn while she would do all of the dusting. She heard no reply. ?Kouta?? ?I know!? yelled the raven haired Kouta from across the hall. Confident that her cousin was not being truthful at all on the matter, she stomped into his room. She found the Lilium music box playing its majestic tune, and Kouta staring down at his open hands, a sea shell laying idly in it. ?What?s the matter?? Yuka asked concerned knowing full well who Kouta was thinking about. She felt no aggression against the memory, though. She was a welcomed member of the Inn?whoever she chose to be. ?Oh, it?s nothing,? he lied. He then put the sea shell in the empty music box. [center]* * * * *[/center] Something, or someone, was drawing her. For days, she had been wandering the streets, almost aimlessly, as if she was an empty shell. Without a purpose, even if it was just to kill, God?s creatures devolve into nothing but mindless beings. And for many days, Lucy had no purpose. After her last horn was ripped to pieces, her meaning on the cruel globe seemed to be lost; when it was ripped off, the mental image that kept her alive throughout that battle, the image of Kouta welcoming her home, vanished. The physical pain proved too great. It felt like her head was being split into two?even just moving her head even the slightest caused immense pain in her spine. So, she kept her head low, her violet eyes staring downward towards the ground. Not even her hands swung as she walked. For the longest time, she simply was. She sought no purpose, nor did she ever look for a desire. She was a wandering spirit. But then, she remembered: the reason she was living. And at that moment, that empty shell had a soul breathed into it. Lucy rose her head. She still wore the same clothes that she wore during the battle: that pink shirt that ended at her elbows and black dress. But both of them were torn beyond recognition. No one could have seen that they were once beautiful pieces of attire. Her entire body was stained with various degree of scarlet. She was covered in mud, and some twigs were caught in her hair. She heard the constant buzzing of flies. But she was alive. And if she was alive, she would find her home. And then, she would find Kouta. She smiled, ignoring the terrified glances that pointed her way. She was going home. [center]* * * * *[/center] In the kitchen, Nana and Mayu were hard at work preparing dinner. ?You?re getting better already, Nana,? the Diclonius? friend said encouragingly. ?Oh please. Anyone could make noodles.? ?That?s true,? Mayu agreed as she brought the pot over to the counter. ?But at least this time they weren?t burnt.? ?Hey!? Nana protested, who was hard at work chopping the vegetables for the meal. ?That?s mean!? Mayu said nothing though, as she poured the noodles into a bowl. Nana just smiled, and continued chopping. By then, the two eldest occupants of the Kaede Inn were out on the pantry. Khouta was sitting in an arm chair, staring into the storm as if he was expecting something abnormal to happen. Yuka was setting up the table. Hearing five clumps, Kouta turned to face his cousin. ?Y?know, you put out an extra bowl.? ?I know,? she smiled. ?But I though it would be nice. You know, having her here.? ?Yeah, I guess you?re right.? He rose up, and headed for the door. ?Where are you going?? ?I?m gonna take a nap.? ?All right?? she said softly. For a whole week, Kouta had been separating himself from the family that he had created, almost as if they weren?t good enough. She knew that wasn?t the real reason why he had been so lonesome as of late, but his refusal to indulge in conversations longer than a single word seemed to make those fears very plausible. Just as irritated as she was worried about him, she sighed when he shut the porch door. [center]* * * * *[/center] A horde of black umbrellas shadowed the market square, shading their users from being drenched by the rain. Their business was their own ? a good deal of them were business men and women on break from the trifling hours of being in the office, and were having lunch in one of the more modern style restraunts. Another fair amount of the pedestrians were mothers taking their child out to do errands. All saw and stared as the walking corpse that was Lucy walked past them, her bloody hair covering her left eye, while the right scarlet orb stared ever outwards. Many gasps and murmurs could be heard from the crowd. Some suggested that she must be some maniacal murderer, while others that she was the carrier of some horrible disease. All different variations of the same story and all were true. A few children among the crowd were brave enough to point the woman out to their mothers. Some confessed their fear of the woman, while a rare few suggested that they help the lady. The protest would go back and forth between mother and child, with the mother suggesting some treat for being quiet, while the child giving naïve and immature reasons as to why to help the wandering woman. In the end, the result was the same: the child eventually gave in. Lucy heard most, if not all, of the discussions regarding her. She could care less about what they thought of her, if they cared for her or not. She was going to where she knew where people would be concerned about her, where they would gladly help her. The world, for all she cared, could just rot. [center]* * * * *[/center] When Kouta finally reached his room, he collapsed like a dead man onto his bed. He could only think of that girl that left him a week ago. No matter how hard he tried, he could not stop think of Lucy. Even though she was the one that killed his sister and dad, even though she was the cause of so much pain, even though he could never forgive her, he just could not stop thinking about her. No matter how hard he tried, that pink haired beauty was always at the front of his mind. Was this love? A mental image of the kiss on the stairwell that overlooked the sea appeared in his mind. He felt his cheeks blushing. That image, that one scene that was burnt into his mind, made him feel so good in his heart. If this was love, if this was true love, not some impossible fantasy, then he never wanted it to go away again. It felt too good to be taken away. Like the first time he felt the sun?s rays on his skin, he didn?t think he could live on without the emotion again. But more than anything, he wanted to see her, if for only a chance just to see her smile one last time. Someone knocked on his door. ?Kouta?, Yuka said from behind the door, ?lunch is ready!? Minutes later, lunch was underway, with Nana sipping up her first noodles. ?Yummy!? she announced, licking her lips as she dipped another set of noodles into sauce. ?That?s right: this is your first time eating soumen noodles? ?Yeah, I couldn?t be here the first time you served them-? Everyone else sighed; it had been a week since the?incident. Since Nyuu, or more accurately, Lucy, was seen. A few tears dripped down from Nana?s pink eyes. ?There are just so many wonder full things in this world?so many good things?? ?Nana...? Mayu interrupted. ?Oh, ah, I?m sorry!?, the Diclonius apologized, wiping away her tears. ?Let?s eat!? With that, she reached across the table to put some more noodles in her bowl. ?That?s right,? Yuka agreed. ?You need to eat more if you want to grow up to be healthy.? Suddenly, the barking of Wanta could be heard from across the old inn. ?Huh?? Yuka pondered. ?Is someone at the gate?? Kouta rose. ?I?ll go check.? By the time he reached the front gate, Wanta?s barks were becoming more frequent, but there wasn?t the sense of any sort of aggression or offense in its tone. Kouta slipped on some shoes that were lying by the open door. Suddenly, the grand father clock rung. ?Huh?? he said, turning to face the home. ?It?s working?? And almost by divine intervention, the storm passed almost immediately. Although chances were that it was slowly dissipating over the hour, it was gone at the exact moment the grandfather clock rung. Kouta began to wonder if he was in the Twilight Zone, considering the paradox of the situation. The door slipped open. Kouta slowly turned to face the visitor. He found a bleeding, and hornless, Lucy, shivering from the past storm, but still smiling none the less. ?N-Nyuu?? he stuttered. Was it really her? Was this a dream? The flower petal that landed on his face told him that it wasn?t. This was reality. The Diclonius only smiled as he approached. She was home. And then she collapsed into his arms. ?Nyuu!!? the concerned college boy screamed. Lucy was cold, and it wasn?t from her being in the rain for so long. She was bleeding all over?was she dieing? Was she going to live past the day? Lucy didn?t hear his scream of concern. The darkness had already taken over.

Well, Full Metal Alchemist and Elfen Lied taught me that there is nothing more important than family, and staying together.

[quote name='AnimeHeroX']Well you can't believe everything you read. so i guess you wouldn't at least consider giving the book a try? excuse me if i sound pushy i don't mean to be. :D[/quote] I'll probably dl it off of uTorrent to see if it is any good at all, just to play it safe.

[CENTER][IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/dp.jpg[/IMG] [i]He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you. -Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, Aphorism 146[/i][/CENTER] Dear Administrator, As per the request given unto those of my position and rank within the facility harboring the aptly named project CERBEREUS by our benefactors, which requires as stated in statements 3, 17, 34 and 93 of Chapter 39 clause 43 in the handbook of all those involved with the facility, GARM, and the project named above that is in no way, shape or form public knowledge, write a detailed and thorough report on the progress of the project specimen that the said person had been assigned to. Specimen sixty-four is showing a significant amount of progress the more we test on him; when he first arrived here, as was stated in my last few reports, seven years ago the signals that originated from his vectors, which number two but can reach a length of three meters, could have a level of only 0.9, a incredulously low amount even among children Diclonius. However, after performing our daily expirments on number sixty four for the past seven years I can easily claim that his vector signal can now reach a level of 4.6, which is slightly lower than the natural level of standard level of most Diclonius? vectors at his age of seventeen years. Sir, I must say that despite the fact that his vector?s levels are not as high or powerfull as we had all wished, he has made an excellent comeback in one area: his tactical knowledge on all battle situations is tremendously higher than that of other Diclonius; rather than heading directly into enemy contact?s range of fire, he uses fear, shaodws, the landscape, and other traits of the specific battlefield to his upmost advantage; we suspect that if he were to face the infamous ?Lucy? from the Kamakura sector of CERBERUES, there would be at least a three out of nine possibility that he would deal at least maximinum damage to her before his likely death, which altough may sound negative and unfullfiling is three times higher than other Diclonius from all of the other sectors had been able to achieve, with the exception of 34, but even she met a fatal end after facing Lucy. As I have stated earliar, number sixty four?s vectors? signals recentley reached the level of 4.6; as such his vectors are not nearley as powerfull as those of his fellow Diclonius of equal age and health; number sixty four is easily capable of propelling objects that weigh no less than three hundred and twenty pounds at superhuman speed, as well as using his vectors to ?tear? apart his opponents. However, due to his lower vector level, it will take longer for him to kill his opponents within his three meter range: approximately two seconds, compared to the usual half second of the standard Diclonius. Minus his weaker than normal vectors, specimen sixty four has one other major disadvantage: his psyche could easily be compared to that of a serial killer who had lost all grasp on reality. Which brings me to my next point: I cannot decipher the purpose behind the increased scheduling of experiments on specimen sixty four. If anything, these experiments are the cause of his psychological defects, and an increased output will surely result in nothing but disaster, psychologically speaking. I hope that I need not remind you of the incidents following Lucy?s escape; that it was an increased output of experiments that gave her a chance for escape, which she utilized to disastrous results, and even after nine years of searching for her we still have yet to find and capture her. I digress, specimen sixty four is progressing well enough, with his share of faults that can be expected from any sort of experimentation on the Diclonius. - Chief [size=2][b]CHARACTER SHEET[/b][/size] [b]Name[/b] [b]Age/Sex[/b] [b]Race (Human, Diclonius or Silpelit)[/b] Diclonius are Humans that have the codenamed GARM genes (thus the reasoning behind the facility expiermenting on them called GARM), which gives them two horns pertruding from the sides of their head and the use of vectors. Silpelits are Diclonius are the offspring of Humans that came into contact with vectors but somehow survived. Silpelits cannot reproduce minus infecting another human. [b]Alliegance (GARM or none)[/b] GARM is the name of the organization and facility in North America founded by both unnamed benefactors and the United States government to work on project CERBEREUS, which is the expiermentation of Diclonius. [b]Allignment[/b] (Neutral, Good or Evil) [b]Vector Traits[/b] (Diclonius or Silpelit only) [b]Physical Appearance Personality Pet Peeves Special Possesions Background[/b] [quote=My Character Sheet, to be used as an example if you so wish] [b]Name[/b] Alex Glesen [b]Age/Sex[/b] 18/M [b]Race[/b] Diclonius [b]Allegiance[/b] For his entire life, Alex had shown allegiance to only man: himself. Ever since he killed his entire family fifteen years ago, he had depended only on himself to the harsh obstacles of the world. [b]Alignment[/b] [i](Neutral Evil)[/i] A neutral evil villain does whatever he can get away with, shedding no tears for those he harms. He has no love of order and holds no illusion that follows laws, traditions, or that would make him any more noble. However, he doesn?t have the restless nature or love of conflict that a chaotic evil villain has. The criminal who robs and murders to get what he wants is neutral evil. Neutral evil represents evil without honor and without variation. [Source: gamebanshee.com] [b]Vector Traits[/b] When Alex was initially brought into the GARM facility, his vector levels were at level that were of a severely low standard of those in charge of CERBEREUS: however, the more they tested on him, the greater his vector?s strength grew. However, there was a cost of the forcing of nature?s hand: most Diclonius wield four vectors with a length of two meters. Alex has two with a length of three. They are also weaker than the standard vector of other Diclonius his exact age and health. [b]Physical Appearance[/b] Years of being confines to a small and restrictive research chamber has not been exactly kind to Alex?s appearance: his long brown hair is greasy and dirty, adding to the grisly appearance of the pale man. His skin, with it not being exposed to any sunlight for nearly eleven years, has become almost ghostlike, his only indication of his desire to live being his fiery green eyes. [b]Personality[/b] When one thinks of a cold and psychotic murderer, they often presume one is a mad man of sorts, the one most associated with a maniacal madman laughing arrogantly in the face of his victims, his eyes showing that of a heartless individual. Alex, although cold to humans but caring to other Diclonius and animals, is one to have the opposite personality of the clichéd madman, sporting a sarcastic voice and grin. [b]Pet Peeves[/b] Being a Diclonius, Alex is annoyed over almost any trait of ?arrogant? Humans, whom he considers a lesser race. [b]Special Possessions[/b] A necklace in the shape of a gothic-styled cross.[/quote] The Underground Thread can be found [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=53456]here[/url].

Oh no, please, no need for you to do that for me. I don't want to make things any more difficult for you than they probably are by adding one more roleplayer you weren't prepared for. So, with all due respect, I will sit this one out. ;-)

Oh, here's a definite: I would teleport myself to teh day I saw my first hentai and beat the living **** out of me. That way, I would not have to be addicted to that perversion of my favorite story medium. :-(

I remember that when I was little that I thought that when you turned eighteen you automaticly became an adult. A shame I learned life is just not that easy...

The manga translation I got from omanga.net was not crappy at all - I found it to be of high quality.

I was [I]thinking[/I] of buying it when I went to Barnes & Nobles to get my summer reading books, but remembering all the bad rep it got on evafics.org, I decided against it.

Elfen Lied was one of the first anime series that I watched (it was after Last Exile and Hellsing), and I think that it was this series, more than anything, that has gotten me addicted to anime. The psychological aspect of it, the dread, the despair, the excelelnt characters, and the gloomy background music all added up to create an amazing, if not horrifiying, animated story. Good thing that I didn't eat lunch when I saw the first episode, or episode four. That one actually made me pause the show, and take a breather in the bathroom. I [I]litteraly[/I] almost fainted, and this is coming from a guy who on his first time through watching the D-Day invasion as depicted on Saving Private Ryan didn't even flinch.

Well, here is an additional plot ideas that I have, so tell me what you think about them: * As well as those infected who remain loyal to the clan, there are a good amount (lets say about a hundred out of the couple of thousand of the Junkyard) of 'infected' that automaticly went into permenant demon form, except they still have a control of their senses, and do not need to feed in order to avoid going berserk. Of these, most have left their tribes and act on their own.

A character sheet to sign up for! I was asking if we needed one, and if so, if the one I provided would be appropiate. [EDIT] My apologies, I thought this was the recruit forum, thus my confusion as to why there was no character template. Sorry for the mess up there. :-/

Is there a certain character sheet you want us to submit? If not, would this suffice? [quote=Doublehex] Name: Gender: Age: Profession: Loyalty and Alignment: Physical description: Personality: Combat Tactics: Skills: Phobias and Weaknesses: Pet Peeves: [/quote]

Yeah, that is DEFINATLEY Gene Starwind. I should know - Outlaw Star was one of my all time faverites(sp?) from the Toonami era.

I started to read this widely known manga, and finished the second volume. Although the excessive nudity and big breasted characters is something of a turn off for me, I am enjoying the dark storyline. It is interesting how the characters are dealing with their 'deaths'. The art is also absolutley gorgeous. Anyways, I will definatley be keeping an eye on this one. What do you guys think about it? [COLOR=Sienna][SIZE=1][INDENT][B]Doublehex[/B], before creating new threads, please refer to the Thread Directory to make sure there isn't already one that you can post in. For these, it does not matter what time they were last posted in. (You can revive it no matter what.) Next time please check the directory instead of creating a new one. ~indifference[/INDENT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

My good friend, RiflesAtRecess, introduced me to this forum, although it would be far more accurate to say that he spammed me until I gave in and decided to join. What made me stay (to an extent...) is the excellent community. The RP section didn't hurt, either. :)

[IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/Doublehex/forum/darkbloodproject_logo.jpg[/IMG] Now, like the title says, this is simply an idea discussion - a method of expressing either intrest or absolute loathing for an idea of mine. Or, a way for you to help me help you. Well, enough rambling, let me get to the important part: this roleplay idea came to my mind while playing [URL=http://www.atlus.com/dds/]Shin Megami Tensei: Digital Devil Saga[/URL]. I absolutley loved the premise of dark storyline, where the heroes, are demons! Well, to be more accurate, they [I]transform[/I] into demons out of their own will. However, as a result they have a great hungering for demonic flesh, and if they refuse to devour the fallen, their demon form will take over and go berserk and feral anyways! However, the storyline went beyond just random human-transforming-demons just killing each other: the setting for the epic stage was the Junkyard, and was divided into multiple tribes. The Tribes were ruled by a religous ruling body entitled the Karma Temple, and the Temple gave a body of commandments to the Tribes to follow, the most important being: 'Destroy all of the Tribes and ascend the Central Tower to Nervana (paradise)'. Anyways, what I found what was an odd paradox was that the coming of their 'demon forms' was also the coming of the best of humanity - you see, before, everyone was emotionless, literaly. But after all this, everyone is expierncing things they have never felt before, like hate, love, compassion, sadness, etc. Now, do you see why I thought this would make a great RP? :D Anyways, I have been working on a new setting that would be inspired by DDS. Here's what I have conceived so far: [quote][b]What is the Junkyard*?[/b] ? The Junkyard* is a giant, ruined city that spans thousand of miles. ? It is inhabited by the Tribes. The most powerful Tribes are the Great Tribes, of which there are fourteen, and have anywhere from a few hundred to nearly under a thousand. In total there are thousands of tribes, but most of them have just under a few dozen members, and are totally ignored as a result. ? Outside the Junkyard* is the Lost Plains: deserts that extend into nothingness, and entering the Plains ultimately results in death, for the possibility of finding your back are close to none. ? It is always raining silver rain. This is the rain of the dead ? the spirits of those who have died and evolved into water. [b]The Laws of the Junkyard* as enforced by the Kharma* Temple[/b] ? Destroy all of the Great Tribes and climb the Central Tower to reach Nirvana, paradise. ? When a tribe leader is murdered, the tribe is absorbed into the killer?s tribe. Assassinations are the only exception. ? Everyone must wear an ID ring. ? Trespassing onto the Kharma Temple is prohibited. ? All battles with the Great Tribes must first be arranged with the Kharma Temple. This does not mean that the opposing side will be informed of such an attack. ? If it so pleases them, the Kharma Temple may send a Judge to overseer any battles between the Great Tribes. ? Only tribe leaders of the Great Tribes are allowed within the Central Chamber within the Kharma Temple. [b]Benefits of Demon Form[/b] ? Increased strength, agility, etc. ? Ability to cast magic [b]Negatives of Demon Form[/b] ? An unsustainable hunger to eat other demons. ? If you do not eat, you?re demon form will permanently take over you and you will go wild and berserk. [b]The Great Tribes[/b] ? Vanguards ? Wolves ? Bears ? Advent ? Mithril ? Argent ? Golems ? Dragons ? Eberon ? Berserkers ? Shivrene ? Kamekaz ? Vipers ? Trolls[/quote][SIZE=1]* May be changed because name is too similiar to that presented in DDS[/SIZE] So, what are your guys opinion on the matter? Is it an interesting idea? If not, what needs to be added / removed / edited, besides a brief synopsys(sp?) of a plot, because that is being worked on. I wanted to introduce the world setting to you.

Personally, I have low hopes for Halo 3. The previous was just boring...you did the same exact thign again and again, with little to no variety in how the missions played out. And no, the fact that multiplayer was more fun does not excuse it's poor gameplay, IMHO. Still, if Bungie would actually listen to the hardcore fans, ie the ones who don't go 'OMFG! HALO 2 IZ DE BST GAME EVA!', then I think Halo 3 has some hope for it. Maybe. [size=1][color=darkred]Merged the new Halo 3 thread with the old Halo 3 thread, in case you're wondering. -- Bombu[/color][/size]