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[SIZE=1]I just edited my final post a little to add something in that I forgot when I was writing it first time, and that is the fact that after recording his final message, Alex hid his dictaphone in the sand/dust on the ground. So James or Darren, whoever writes the final moments for Jamie, you could find the dictaphone if that's something you might like to do. Just thought I'd give you the option.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]As he wrenched them open, his eyes were clouded with an alcoholic fug that was his sole grim reminder of the previous night. He could barely remember his own name, but the image that met him was achingly familiar. As he stared into the full-length dress mirror, a well of self-resentment throbbed deep within his chest. He was no longer the vibrant and colourful character that used to thrill crowds. His eyes were dull and glazed over, eerily decorated with a spider-web pattern of make-up that had mingled with his own tears, and his once proud mane of jet-black hair hung limp and lustreless, greasy strands falling over his face and clinging to the skin of his cheeks. His skin, once milky-white and smooth, was deeply pitted with the lines that were an inevitable part of the aging process, and track-lines and faded tattoos from some of his less savoury past-times ran up his arms. The leather jacket he seemed to wear constantly was wrinkled at the elbows, the black fabric faded to a lifeless grey hue. His boots were in a similar state, once so shiny that they were almost reflective, now as faded and scuffed as he felt, and the enormous ornate belt buckle he wore with such pride was tarnished. Staggering out of the bathroom where he had awoken just a few minutes previously, he found himself having to contend with the blazing sunshine which flooded in through the windows of his Beverly Hills home. The golden light illuminated the scene of devastation which met him ? bottles and glasses lay scattered across the thick carpet, and stains were spreading slowly through the fibres. Cigarettes had been stubbed out on the walls, the sofas, the floor, anywhere there was space, and the butts had been left abandoned in tiny heaps. Stale alcohol, sweat and the smoke from tobacco and other, less legal herbs combined to create an overwhelming and disgusting odour which he would not be rid of for a long time. The tiniest of whimpers escaped his mouth as his eyes fell upon the one thing that should not have been touched: a picture smashed from its frame, left on the floor with the rest of the rubbish that was piling up. He plucked it from the debris with fingertips that were caked in his own dried blood, and shook the dust and ash from its surface. The black-and-white picture was from a long time ago, back when he and the four other men captured had been kings of the world, gods among insects, unstoppable. They each held their instruments in the air, their facial expressions frozen in whoops of elation, a feeling which he had not felt for a long time. Now he was the only one left: Mickey Radison, the bassist of A-Train, the biggest rock group of the eighties. Now he was washed-up, finished. He settled on the sofa and poured himself one more drink to try and take away the pain, for what else was there to do?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I've made my final post. I made the nature of the abduction fairly ambiguous so as to leave things open for other people. It's been good fun, guys, I had a blast. Thanks James and the rest of the crew. [/SIZE]

[center][IMG]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/avatar7_guest.gif[/IMG] [FONT=Microsoft Sans Serif]Alex stumbled across the bare, bleak landscape, a literally alien world, his boots crunching on the dust and tiny rocks that covered the ground. His breath was escaping him in ragged gasps, and he had discovered a few minutes into his exploration that he was in fact hurt a lot worse than he had originally thought. Blood was dribbling down from the gash in his forehead, dripping into his eye and congealing, forming a sticky glue that forced his eye shut. He was losing blood from other wounds he hadn't realised he had received, too, and the walk was becoming slowly more and more difficult. The ruined shell of the Von Braun was in the distance now, but he could still vaguely hear the sounds of the ship's interior shutting down. A long trail of footprints led from the gash in the side of the ship that he had clambered out of, and spots of blood were mingling with the dust of the planet's surface. [B]"Surface of the planet seems barren," [/B]he whispered into his dictaphone, [B]"No signs of life, no clues as to how the planet is terraformed, how the atmosphere is safe for humans to breathe. No signs of other survivors as of yet." [/B]He dropped to his knees, breathing heavily with exhaustion. The blood loss, the pain of the injuries and the lack of any kind of food or water were affecting him. He felt weak, and knew he wouldn't be able to continue walking for much longer without a break. Pulling his jacket off, he rolled it up and placed it on the floor. He didn't feel cold any more, so he felt comfortable with taking his jacket off and leaving his torso all-but exposed to the wind on the planet's surface. Laying down, he rested his head on the jacket and looked up into the heavens. [B]"Could I be the first person to see the stars from this planet?" [/B]he said, quietly and breathlessly into his dictaphone, [B]"Have we stumbled upon a brand new planet? Has any being set foot on this ground before?" [/B][I]If I ever get back to Earth, this story is going to make me a millionaire. As long as Jamie gets some pictures. I hope he's ok, [/I]Alex thought, his mind wandering. He took a few deep breaths, and realised the severity of the situation he was in. He wiped a single tear from his eye, the fog over his mind lifting, and lifted the dictaphone to his mouth once more. [B]"This is Alex Kristopher Azure, and this is my final story. The Von Braun has crash-landed on another planet, one that seems not to be inhabited. I've seen the stars from the surface of another planet, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. "I know that the injuries I have sustained from the crash are too severe for me to survive much longer. I have lost a great deal of blood, and accept that my time is limited. Jamie, if you're still alive, and you're listening to this, then thank you. You've always brought me down to Earth, and though I've never been able to say it properly, you're the best friend I could ever have asked for. This recording is my last gift to you - if you find it then I give you full rights to the publication of anything I have done on this voyage. It's only money, I know, but it's the least I can do for you. "To anyone else who is listening to this, know that the Von Braun was sabotaged - someone moved me to the wrong side of the ship in order to get rid of me. It seems the story we uncovered is important enough to warrant my murder. If you get this recording, make sure the truth gets out. "This is my final recording. Thank you." [/B]He clicked the dictaphone off, realising that the recording was semi-incoherent, but his mind was too shaky to rectify that at this point. He clenched his fist around the dictaphone, and with his last ounce of strength he thrust the tiny object deep into the sand. With any luck someone would find it and listen to his final message. He took a breath and closed his eyes, feeling himself slip away from consciousness. --- He was awakened by a bright light burning into his eyelids. He wrenched them open and looked into the bright whiteness, squinting to try and see through it. A voice came through the light, coming from everywhere at once. [I]It's not your time, Alex Azure. Come with us. Yes,[/I] he thought, and closed his eyes, allowing the light to wash over him, warming his body through, a tingling rushing through his veins. He smiled, and let go of his consciousness, floating into this new life... [/FONT][/center]

[SIZE=1]To be honest, I'm slightly worried about the fact that your main focus here was "GodHatesGoths" and not the sister site "GodHatesRetards." The fact that they list a whole bunch of people who have so-called "retardations," such as epilepsy, dyslexia, diabetes and even a verbal problem, like stuttering or a lisp, and then claim they are "Satanic" is frankly disgusting. A [I]lisp[/I] is Satanic now? Now don't get me wrong, I'm all for freedom of speech, and I think it is absolutely vital in this world that people get to say what they think. But it's things like this blatant dick-headed disregard for any form of political correctness that sometimes makes me think the opposite. I mean, having a section of your website entitled "Retards Are Violent Animals"? You've got to have something wrong with you to think that, let alone print it somewhere anyone in the world could see it. [/SIZE][quote name='Nob-Headed Bigot][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000][COLOR=black][FONT=Arial][COLOR=black][FONT=Arial]So let's get one thing straight here, these filthy retards are not even human. They are worthless slobbering stammering stuttering piecies of excrement.[/FONT][/COLOR][/FONT][/COLOR][/COLOR][/SIZE'][/FONT][/quote] [SIZE=1]Now, those who know me will tell you there's not a lot that makes me really angry. But this kind of self-indulgent hate-filled bigoted propaganda that purposefully attacks another group of human beings really makes my blood boil.[/SIZE] [quote=Nob-Headed Bigot] [FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000][COLOR=black][FONT=Arial][COLOR=black][FONT=Arial]I have no doubt those mothers must have done something to deserve such deformed repulsive babies. They were probably whores, fornicators, alcoholics, wiccans, satanists, losers, junkies, homosexuals or Jews to have been cursed with twisted limbless demon children like that.[/FONT][/COLOR][/FONT][/COLOR][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/quote] [SIZE=1]So now he's not only attacking children who have a physical or mental disability, he's also attacking their (for the most part) loving mothers, who do everything they can to ensure that their children have a normal, happy life, without being affected by the kind of insane hate-fueled ramblings of a clearly very troubled religious man.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1] Now before people turn on me, I'm not having a go at Christianity as a whole, because I know for a fact that the vast majority of Christians have no problem with handicapped people, and it seems a number of them have openly complained about the content of this website (which I'm not even going to link to because I'm so disgusted by it). It's just things like these that make me feel totally comfortable with my beliefs as an atheist. I'm going to stop now before I burst a blood vessel through angry rantings. It took me about three times as long as normal to make this post because I had to take a time-out and calm down from being so angry, and I don't want to do any damage to myself. Grr. [/SIZE]

[quote name='Shy][SIZE=1']I hope that helps. I'm cutting out a lot of the highlights, but this is a basic overview. Just ask if you have specific questions.[/SIZE][/quote] [SIZE=1]That's a great help, thanks very much. I'm going to start working on my character, and finish it off once James has posted the Achard family tree. so I can fit him in somewhere in the family. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Would it be at all possible for someone to give me a brief summary of what happened in the previous installment? I've got a few ideas for my character and I want to make sure they're not too close to the plot of the original.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]So I thought it was about time I had a new set, but couldn't decide on what to feature on it until this evening. I'd really love an avatar and banner of John "The Ox" Entwistle from The Who, using the attached picture (or a better one from a similar era if you have one/can find one). For the avatar, just his face with no words at all. For the banner, feature at least one of his playing hands, with the word "[B]Thungerfingers[/B]" in the bottom right corner, in fairly small writing. Other than the usual size restrictions, anything else goes! I'd really appreciate this if anyone could sort it for me. Thanks in advance! [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I'm looking to create a new character for this, as Gavin is taking creative control over the character of Dawlish, and I've had a couple of thoughts. Firstly, would Anova be building an army (in secret, obviously), and would they have access to Magitechnology? My idea was to create a character that was head of his own personal company who specialise in the creation of Magitechnology weapons and transport for the military, but obviously I would go down a different route if Anova didn't have it's own army. I thought it would be kind of interesting to give Dawlish a rival and competitor - doing a similar thing for Anova instead of Czenovia, but a little more light-hearted than Dawlish. Secondly, do you have any more information or ideas about Cole Dreadnaught, who owns and maintains Villette Mines? What are his loyalties and such? Seems that such a man would be a powerful ally to have in this situation... I'd like to help out with ideas for Anova, as I was planning my character to be an Achard this time rather than an Almagest. [/SIZE]

[quote name='Mr. Blonde']The new members thread has just become the lesbian forum. Way to go Vicky.:wow:[/quote] [SIZE=1] What kind of man are you, Blonde? [I]Complaining [/I]about lesbians?! For shame... Just to stay on topic, welcome to the New Members and the old ones who haven't been on for ages! I hope you realise you can never leave now... [/SIZE]

[B][SIZE=1]What is it?: [/SIZE][/B][SIZE=1]Newbies of all shapes and sizes [B]Why are they Nifty?: [/B]Perhaps because of the sheer number of them? Perhaps because of the varying quality of their posting skills? Perhaps because some of them just don't give up? Perhaps all of the above? There have been some interesting new additions to the OB family this year, including the cool calm and collected RP-machine Mr Blonde (formerly Katakidoushi) and the bundle of energy that is chibi-master. All of them have added something to the 'Boards, and that is what truly makes them Nifty. [B]What is it?: [/B]The Backstage Sub-Forum [B]Why is it Nifty?: [/B]The Backstage has really come into it's own this year. It has been the jumping-off point for so many great RPs, and it's generally just a good way to gain interest in new RPs. It was in the Backstage that such RPs as Almagest Legacy, Von Braun and many more besides were born, and look how they turned out... [B]What is it?: [/B]The Von Braun Odyssey [B]Why is it Nifty?: [/B]While being one of the smaller-scale RPs that James has created, Von Braun can truly be called epic, due to the amount of preparation, planning, thought and execution that has gone into it. The story is incredibly well-formed, while at the same time being totally inclusive to all those involved in it. Very Nifty, if you ask me... [B]What is it?: [/B]The Mods [B]Why is it Nifty?: [/B]They are not our heroes...they are our silent guardians, our watchful protectors, our Dark...no, hang on, that's Batman. The Mods are Nifty simply because they keep the 'Boards from melting down into utter chaos, but they do so in a way that I very rarely notice any kind of action taken by them. Stealthy, like ninjas, so how can they not be Nifty? [B]What is it?: [/B]The new obsession with the Joker [B]Why is it Nifty?: [/B]Every other RP I've looked at, whether it is intended or not, has some kind of reference to the Joker. It shows what a great character Heath Ledger played, that everyone wants to be him, in literature terms if not in real life. I'm saying it is Nifty because maybe if I point it out, people will stop doing it. [B]What is it?: [/B]The Anthology [B]Why is it Nifty?: [/B]Reading different people's fiction, poetry and other literature is just really cool, and it's great to have a place to vent creativity. I have made some use of the Anthology this past year, and plan to make much more use of it next year. Definitely Nifty. [B]What is it?: [/B]Caramelldansen [B]Why is it Nifty?: [/B]For pure wtf-ery. We all looked like royal suckers when everyone's banners and avatars got changed to that bloody thing. [B]What is it?: [/B]Controversial Lounge Threads [B]Why is it Nifty?: [/B]From "Sexuality: What's right or wrong?", the thread that brought out the prudes, the bigots and the just plain stupid among us, to the many, many controversial threads regarding the American Presidential Election. These threads polarise the community we've built up like nothing else on the 'Boards, and even if you do not actively participate, they are always in the public eye. What would life be like without a little controversy? [I]I shall probably be back to add more soon...[/I] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Why the hell not? *flexes prose-writing muscles*[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Aww dammit! I knew it was that quote I just couldn't remember where it was from! You've bested me this time, you wily goat, you. I'm gonna stop now as well. I'll post as soon as you have, Blondie. [B]EDIT: [/B]I have posted. I hope I haven't stepped on any toes with my portrayal of The Gent, Blonde. If I have, let me know and I'll adjust things accordingly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]The cold air of the early evening would have been stinging if not for the gloves, jacket and mask that covered the man known as Enigma's body. Breath billowed through the membrane of his mask, forming clouds of vapour around his head. He looked around from his vantage point on the rooftop of King's Cross station, and saw the rooftops of London, slick with condensation. [B]"Fucking scavenger hunts," [/B]he growled, the memory of the poster fresh in his mind. He knew his destination, but he didn't like being messed around. The only reason he was even considering finding this "Gent" character was curiosity - he hadn't realised there were others in town who had the same idea as he did. The man known only as Enigma took a few deep breaths in, and ran full pelt at the edge of the rooftop. As his feet touched the very edge, he hurled himself into the air, a leap of faith that he trusted would take him to the next rooftop. Luck was favouring him, and he landed in a perfect crouch on the next rooftop, using the crouch as a sprint start. He ran towards the next building, throwing himself over the yawning chasm between the two structures. He trusted his internal compass, which had never failed him yet, to get him to Walsh Lane. --- Sure enough, a few minutes later his feet slammed into the rooftop of 1346 Walsh Lane, directly opposite the house he had been guided to. He crouched down, rain now drizzling across his still form, making his jacket and mask slick with moisture. He watched as another figure stepped up to the front door of the house, a disused cafe. The figure drew his trenchcoat around him, and the man known as Enigma recognised him from the night before. [B]"Detective Inspector Mark Rutherford. You've got a hunch, haven't you?" [/B]he murmured, to nobody but himself. He spied as the police officer hit the buzzer a few more times, then knelt down and picked something up before returning to his car. The man waited a few minutes, until he heard the car pull away, and a few more, until he could no longer hear the engine running, before he dropped down to the back door. He raised a hand and knocked three times on the wooden door. [B]"Get away! I already gave you everything!" [/B]came a shrill, shrieking voice from the other side of the door. [B]"He's gone," [/B]the man growled, [B]"I'm here for what he just took away." "I can't!" [/B]the woman cried, and the man took a few steps back from the door, his head hung in a gesture of defeat. But he was not defeated. He took another step back, then ran as fast as he could at the door, swivelling his body at the last mintue so his shoulder took the brunt of the force. He hit the door at speed, and the old wood shattered into hundreds of jagged shards. He landed in a crouch, just as he had done on the rooftops, moonlight now spilling in through the door, illuminating the dusty old room. He took a look around, and saw a middle-aged woman curled in the corner, whimpering. He got to his feet, dusted his clothes off and walked over to her. She was bleeding from a wound in her arm, presumably caused by the door splintering. The man crouched down over her, yanking her head round forcefully so she was looking directly into the mask. [B]"Are you going to give me what I came for? Or do I have to do something to persuade you?" [/B]he said, proving his point by pressing a gloved finger hard into the wound on her arm. She screamed in pain, and pointed frantically over to the table, upon which a small pile of business cards lay. [B]"Next time someone asks for help," [/B]growled the man, getting up and walking over to the table, [B]"I suggest giving it." [/B]He plucked a card from the top of the pile, looked at it and tucked it into his jacket pocket with a tut of disgust. Picking his way over the wreckage of the door, he made his way back out into the cold night air. --- It did not take long for the man to reach his new destination - he knew a few "shortcuts," and was incredibly quick on his feet. He now sat atop a building on the opposite side of Scarborough Lane to number 116, an abandoned warehouse. The rain was coming down heavily now, soaking through his clothes. But he didn't care for what the cold and the wet were doing to his body - he simply tolerated it. He waited for a good half hour, and when he was sure he couldn't see any kind of threat about, he walked over to the side of the building and clambered down the fire escape into the alley opposite the warehouse. What he didn't expect to find was another person waiting in the alley. He was well-dressed, too well-dressed really, with a tuxedo covering his body. He, like the man he was now facing, wore a tight black mask over his face, but unlike the newcomer, he wore a black fedora atop his head. A red rose was pinned to the lapel of his jacket, and a wooden cane topped with a brass head was grasped in his hand, the end slowly tapping against the pavement. [B]"Ah, you must be my first guest," [/B]he said, his voice familiar from the radio, [B]"Allow me to introduce myself - I am The Gent." "I don't care who you are. I wanted to meet the man who chooses to do the same as me, the man who believes he can bring down the Face. Now I've done that, I'll be on my way." [/B]The man dressed in black made his way to the alley entrance, displeased with the result of his night's work. He moved to walk past The Gent, but the cane snapped upwards, blocking his path. [B]"You can't go. Don't you understand that London needs us?" "London does need us. But I have no wish to be part of a team led by a man who sets out scavenger hunts, wasting my time when I could be out there cleaning this town up." "I am so much more than just a man setting up scavenger hunts. We want the same thing - to clean up London. We could do this much more efficiently if we pool our resources." "No thank you." "Very well. But you have seen me in the flesh, and that is far too dangerous to let out. I'm sorry it's come to this, but..." [/B]he flicked the cane, and the end slammed into the man in black's chest with surprising force, knocking him to the floor. [B]"...you can't leave this alleyway alive."[/B] [/SIZE]

[QUOTE=Omega][FONT=Garamond]The scar system and character portraits sound like a lot of win, but I'm kind of torn over the implementation of the Spars between characters. I agree wholeheartedly on the spars taking place in multiple separate threads, but I don't think 1 post per character is sufficient- at least not in every occasion. I mean, maybe one character decides to enter into a brief altercation with another, as a distraction or something, and then 1 post each would make sense-- sort of like a hit and run. On the other hand, maybe a character (say, the Endless) is specifically hunting another character, and is thus removed from the events of the RP itself anyways. Then, I think 3 posts each makes a little more sense. Maybe we should have certain parameters for spars (i.e. How many posts, post length, objectives, etc...).[/FONT] [/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]Perhaps the "brief altercations" as you so beautifully put it could take place in the main thread, and last one or two posts, or however long or short they may be. To think of an example from the show, like Peter and Sylar having a rumble in Primatech before Peter went to see Arthur. For the more "epic" battles, we could switch into the spar thread, and they could last a few posts each. I guess the length and number of posts could be fairly fluid, altering depending on the seriousness of the fight. I don't know if this would make things too complicated, but it's just what I was thinking. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]This has got to constitute at least some form of child abuse, hasn't it? I mean, according to recent legislation, it's fine to call your kid "Violence," but not fine to call them "TallulahDoesTheHulaFromHawaii[/SIZE].[SIZE=1]" I think calling your son Adolf Hitler comes somewhere between the two, at the very least. [/SIZE][quote name='Clurr][FONT=arial']I read somewhere that during the election, someone named their kid Sarah Palin McCain (last name) to "promote" for their party. Wat.[/FONT][/quote] [SIZE=1]I'm surprised you didn't even mention Sarah Palin's actual kids - Bristol, Track, Trig? Not to mention her desire to call her next child "Zamboni." Grr. Just grr.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I only got one of the quotes, I'm afraid. You've stumped me this time. [B]"Only posers die" [/B]from SLC Punk. Could not for the life of me find the other one. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Well, I would weigh in and get angry about the destruction of the English language and how it is a travesty to remove words from the dictionary, but I just realised that this article was found in the Daily Mail, a publication which I a) refuse to read and b) refuse even more strongly to get angry about. That newspaper has a certain reputation in England, and a reputation which I feel stands up. I can almost understand seeing as this is a junior dictionary, but the word "acorn"?! [/SIZE]

[QUOTE=Ace][FONT=Comic Sans MS]It's a pagan symbol of male fertility, if I remember correctly. As is the Yule Log. I find he fact that it's become a staple of a holiday so closely associated to Christianity hilarious, by the way. Doesn't stop my family from getting one every year, but still.[/FONT] [/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]Hilarious? But there are so many traditionally pagan things that Christianity have stolen. Hell, Easter and Christmas both fall on the same dates as major pagan festivals - there is reasonable evidence to prove that Jesus wasn't even born on the 25th December, but for centuries pagans have been celebrating the god Mithras on the same date. Even the pentagram that Christians have snapped up as a symbol for the Devil is actually a pagan symbol for fertility, or a powerful symbol for magic depending on who you believe. Early Christians simply tried to overshadow these pagan festivals by having much bigger events and celebrations on the same days. Sorry to bring the discussion down to a lecture on religion. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I'm definitely a fan of the "scar" system - I think it definitely adds a little something to the fighting in the RP. As for how the fighting should go down, of the two things you suggested I think the spar thread would be the more sensible. You could make a single thread for all the different fights and just get the people involved to post the name of the fight (ie "Gray vs Leon" etc.) at the top of the first post. Obviously that would mean there couldn't be more than one fight going on at a time, so I suppose in that sense multiple "fight" threads would make more sense. I also like the idea of the character portraits - I'll try and find a picture approximating my character's appearance and post it either here or in the Auditions thread. Also, Omega, bring it on. ;) [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]In that case, I'm not going to post until after Blonde has - I feel that if I tried to add anything at this stage, it would basically be a repeat of my original post. I need some kind of direction to go in before I make my next post.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][U][B]Basic Information[/B][/U] [B]Name:[/B] Graeme Carpenter [B]Nickname:[/B] "Gray" [B]Age:[/B] 29 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] [[URL="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/graemecarpenter.jpg"]Gray - as drawn by a Company precog[/URL]] Standing at just over 6 feet tall, Gray is an unconventionally handsome young man. His light brown hair falls down over his electric-blue eyes, so he seems to be constantly flicking it out of his vision. His smile is slightly crooked, and he has a small scar running across his left eyebrow, leaving a tiny section of it hairless. He is well-built and muscular, and looks good whatever he's wearing. However, he usually wears a black, long-sleeved shirt or t-shirt with a black canvas jacket over the top. Dark blue jeans and black boots complete his outfit. Aside from his usual clothes, he also has a necklace made of metal beads around his neck, and he wears a plain silver ring on his right ring finger at all times. [U][B]Details[/B][/U] [B]Motives: [/B]Gray's motives are unclear. His crimes and the violent acts he carries out are seemingly random, with no clear pattern. He robs banks, takes out police and organised criminals and kills people, never revealing his motives as he does so. He is about as sadistic as they come, enjoying seeing people suffer at his hands, and yet he doesn't do it for the joy of killing, violence or carnage. He steals vast amounts of money, and yet he doesn't do it solely for the financial gain. All in all, Gray is somewhat of an enigma. [B]Alignment:[/B] Bad [U][B]Powers and Personality[/B][/U] [B]Power:[/B] Gray has the ability to generate and manipulate naturally occuring magnetic fields. This means he can control and move ferrous materials (iron, steel etc.), and emit electromagnetic radiation, typically in the form of an electromagnetic pulse (EMP), allowing him to shut down electronic systems in a certain radius, the extent of which is currently unknown. He is incredibly skilled in the use of his ability, as he has been in possession of it since he was a child. His skill in the use of his power means he is able to do many things, including lifting great weights, provided they are at least partly constructed from ferrous metals; throwing up magnetic shields which can deflect metal projectiles (bullets, for example); extracting metals from his own body using fine control; and opening metal safe boxes without damaging the structures at all. When there is no metal around, however, Gray's power is all but useless. [B] Personality:[/B] Gray is brutal and violent, but behind the cold, aggressive exterior lies a calm, calculating and even very funny individual. He is intelligent and witty, and dryly humorous. He does everything for a reason, but never gives away what his reasons are. Gray is dedicated and disciplined, maintaining a rigorous physical training regimen to keep his mind and his body in shape. He also spends a large amount of time practicing using his ability, to make sure he is never out of practice. He lifts heavy objects using his power, and also practices his fine motor control, opening safe boxes and other intricate metal devices. [U][B]History[/B][/U] [B]Discovery: [/B][/SIZE][SIZE=1] [I]June 1953[/I] Blinding pain flashed through Graeme's skull as the darkness invaded the classroom. He gasped, clutching at his temples and lowering his head to his hard, wooden desk. The lights in the classroom began to flicker, dropping the class into pitch darkness. [B]"Graeme,"[/B] said the teacher, [B]"Are you alright?"[/B] She walked quickly down the aisle towards his desk and knelt down beside the seven-year-old. [B]"My...head hurts,"[/B] he gasped, clutching harder and harder at the sides of his head. [B] "Do you need to see the nurse?"[/B] the teacher asked, panic rising in her voice. The combination of the lights malfunctioning, the lunar eclipse that was occuring in the sky and the young boy's pain was upsetting her, and she needed to get at least one of them under control. Graeme nodded, and got to his feet slowly. [B]"It hurts..."[/B] he shrieked, dropping to his knees, his fists clenched in front of him. He took a few deep breaths, and felt the air around him crackle with energy. Suddenly, metal objects across the classroom began floating into the air. Screws undid themselves from the joints in the wooden desks, and they all started flying through the air around the small boy. The lights continued to flicker, faster and more erratic. [B]"Graeme?"[/B] cried the teacher, getting to her feet and backing towards her desk. The bulbs in the electric lights burst in showers of sparks, and the rest of the children began to scream, jumping out of their chairs and running towards the door. The metal objects began to fly faster and faster around Graeme, who had struggled to his feet. [B]"Graeme, stop it!"[/B] shouted the teacher, but her words were cut short by a compass hurtling towards her, the sharpened point towards her. The metal blade slashed right across her jugular, sticking into the wall behind her. Blood sprayed across the classroom, showering the frightened children with scarlet. She slumped to the floor, each breath gurgling as she drew it in and expelled it. The metal objects flew in ever-increasing circles around Graeme, and slammed into the crowd of children by the door. Blood flowed, and screams filled the air. Sunlight began to stream through the windows, and Graeme dropped to the floor once more, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Tears streamed from his eyes, but he got to his feet, wiping his eyes, and looked upon the carnage he had created... [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Congratulations! I think you should invite all members to the wedding and have possibly the biggest ceremony ever. Or just do it in the conventional way and then tell us about it. Either way's good... [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Ohh, this isn't going to turn into an out-sickening contest is it? Because if it is, then you really haven't seen anything yet... [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]The Endless has already capitalised on it, but I just wanted to let everyone know that the police officer I put into my first post, Detective Inspector Mark Rutherford, is an NPC available for anyone to use. I figured what with all these criminals getting murdered, a character in the police force would be a useful one to have around. So please feel free to stick him in your posts if need be.[/SIZE]