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[color=#707875][size=1]Since I'm Irish not American this thread really doesn't effect me however, I agree with anyone who says that the person who deserves the job will get the job [i][unless you're George Bush and you rig the election][/i]. Whether a President be black, white, oriental, etc in color, or Christian, Muslim, Jewish, etc in creed I don't think it matters. A lot of people at my school think that the first US President to be female will be Hillary Clinton although I'm not so sure. As for a homosexual President I doubt that will ever happen [i][No offense to any one who is][/i]. That's all I really have to say.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=#707875][I]Van had picked up the last of Damario's buttons before finally leaving his comrade, he began to walk the streets of Melee in the dark night, who he would run into and what he would do were things that he was unsure of at the moment. The cobblestoned street clacked under his shoes as he turned and headed in the direction of the Scumm Bar, an establishment that was usually filled to bursting with pirates or pirates in training. He pushed past the large wooden door and took a seat at the bar, he noticed a particular sailor seated at the end of the bar looking towards the door in the hope that someone, or something would drag him out of the rut he had obviously become dangled in. Van took his drink and walked casually over to the man as he sat seated at the table, he bore a strange shape about his face, like a ring or something, and the man's feet were draped over the remaining chair. Van politely, with his finger resting on his pistol asked if he could sit with him.[/I] [b]Van:[/b] Is this seat taken my good man, you seem to be a bit lonely. [b]Bucket Face:[/b] [I]Staring at pistol[/I] I don't suppose I have much of a choice in the matter, [I]Lifts legs of chair[/I] please, sit down and have a drink with me. [b]Van:[/b] [I]Smiling[/I] Thank you good sir, no what is it that is troubling you.... [I]Van gazed as a particularly clumsy looking individual made his way towards them, he was dressed like a man of the sea, but gave no such air about him. His blue over coat was in desperate need of new buttons and his boots were covered in mud, this was most certainly the worst looking pirate he'd ever seen. The boy as he was quite young walked up to Van and his accomplice, who name he had not yet asked and wished to join them for a drink. He reached over and pulled a chair from the next table, he had no drink and it appeared as though he had something he wanted to ask, although as Van was about to speak another man entered the bar, this one he knew, it was Damario the Button man. Van saluted him and asked whether on not he wanted to join them, he nodded and ordered a drink to the table they were seated at. Van also noticed the man named Jedgar Nieta in a table on the other side of the bar, there were rumours about Jedgar although Van had dealing with him before and found him a good man but a little too quiet for his liking. He nodded towards Jedgar and indicated that he wished to speak with him, Jedgar nodded back and was about to move when a particularly vile bunch of men entered the Bar, skeleton pirates, which meant only one thing.... [b]Le Chuck was back[/b]. Van well knew about Le Chuck and had even had personal dealing with him in a manner of speaking, his ship had once been boarded and her crew slaughtered although Van himself had been able to fight off the undead attackers. That was before Le Chuck had let loose his cannons and blown the ship to smithereens and left Van floating back towards Melee. The intruders seemed to be looking for someone, that was until they laid eyes on the clumsy looking pirate sitting with Van, Damario and Frederick[/I] [b]Skeleton Pirates:[/b] That's him, kill them all and take him.. [I]A fight was going to occur and Van knew it, he shot the first skeleton in the face and drew his sword to fight the next one, something told him that this boy was no ordinary pirate...[/I][/size][/color]

[color=#707875][size=1][b][i]SECTION A[/i][/b] In the following section, please answer each statement with one of five answers: [b]A) Strongly Agree B) Agree C) Somewhat Agree D) Disagree E) Strongly Disagree[/b] 1) I find OtakuBoards rules easy to understand and follow. [b]A[/b] 2) I feel that the staff at OtakuBoards understand their job and are capable of performing it appropriately. [b]B some are great, others are not so great[/b] 3) OtakuBoards is easy to navigate. [b]A[/b] 4) OtakuBoards has a friendly atmosphere. [b]A[/b] [b][i]SECTION B[/i][/b] Please try to keep your answers relatively short in this section. 5) How often do you visit OtakuBoards? [b]Lately, everyday, if not daily then at least 3 times a week[/b] 6) Do you feel that the rules are too strict/not strict enough/fine as they are? [b]I have no problems[/b] 7) Should we continue to uncensor the creative writing areas on OtakuBoards? [b]As long as that privilege is not abused by others[/b] 8) Would you rather a decentralised forum system on OB (more forums, less activity per forum) or a centralised forum system (less forums, more activity per forum)? [b]Some more decentralisation in parts and some centralisation in others[/b] 9) Would you like to see a closer integration of myOtaku and OtakuBoards? [b]It would depend on the type of integrations made[/b] 10) Are you signed up to myOtaku.com? [b]Yes I am[/b] [strike]11) If you are not signed up to myOtaku.com, do you plan to sign up in the near future?[/strike] 12) Do you read Announcements at OtakuBoards? [b]Yes most of the time[/b] 13) Which single Category (Category, as opposed to individual Forum) do you spend most of your time visiting? [b]Adventure Arena, definitely[/b] 14) Do you think that OtakuBoards should offer an in-built chat system as part of our service? If we included a chat, would you use it? [b]Yes, and very much yes[/b] 15) If we offered an "OtakuBoards Wireless" service that would be accessible via Internet-capable cellphones, would you use it? [b]As I don't have a WAP phone it would be quite pointless in my view[/b] 16) When we offer a next generation version of OtakuBoards, should we continue to provide semi-regular community events in our Event Arena or a similar forum? [b]Yes, and I might actually join one if I have time[/b] 17) If you could add one new Category (Category, not Forum) to OtakuBoards, what would it be? [b]A Sci-Fi one I suppose to rival along with the other forums, I agree with Boba's idea[/b] 18) If you could remove one Category from OtakuBoards, what would it be? [b]Otaku Series, I hardly ever visit it and it could be split and spread into different forums[/b] 19) If you could add anything to OtakuBoards (in terms of a new forum, a technical tool/feature, etc), what would it be? [B]Whoever said previewing on banners, I agree with them but would go further by allowing people to store their own images[/b] 20) On a scale of 1-10 (1 being the lowest and 10 being the highest), how would you rate your experience at OtakuBoards since you registered? [b]Ten out-of Ten, I love this site and it is what keeps me on the internet, I've had a few up and downs but this is truly a great site[/b][/color][/size]

[font=trebuchet MS][color=#518CBD][center][b]Update[/b][/center] Hmm Princess Leia, good point Queen Asuka, the reason I didn't include her was because I was actually unsure of what to do with her character, if you want it then by all means you may have it. I've the play thread written and I should have it up tomorrow afternoon as I'm not working until tomorrow night, OK no other updates.[/color][/font]

[color=#707875][size=1]Yes I have been asked to kill off Vegeta Rockers character, how I'll do it I'm still thinking about although Knight has asked me to use my [b]Sadistic Side[/b] so expect something gruesome and unpleasant. [i]Van sat in his chair where he had nearly died, he shivered in fear or pain or both, he could tell how badly he had been injured physically but it was how badly emotionally he had been shaken that worried him. He had read the medical files about the [b]Event Horizon[/b] and was expectant of some [b]unnatural experiences[/b] but these visions were nothing he'd prepared for. He sat up and went to have a walk around, the last thing he wanted and the thing he most needed was sleep, he didn't want another one of those nightmares. Satell looked concerned for his health, [b]those eyes[/b] he thought, he felt helpless as she stared at him and asked her what was on her mind...[/i] [b]Van:[/b] [i]Calmly hiding his weary pains[/i] So... what's on you mind, my dear... [i]He waited for her to respond...[/i][/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Boba Fett [/i] [B][COLOR=green]Outcast, are there any set starting requirements or dates for this RPG?[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] [font=trebuchet MS][color=#518CBD][center][b]Update[/b][/center]Well as I said to Boba Fett while talking to him over AIM, there really done aren't any requirements for the RPG bar having knowledge of the films in general and being able to sufficently RP. I'll start the RPG as soon as I can, I have managed to get us an Obi-Wan Kenobi for the RPG [b]Solo Tremaine[/b] has kindly offered to play the role, all other main characters will be NPCs [b][unless other's volunteer for them][/b] that's all the news for the moment guys.[/color][/font]

[color=#707875][size=1] I saw [b]Event Horizon[/b] last night and I have not slept since, thank you so much [b]KnightoftheRose[/b]. Just by the way this post will deal with the manifestations of Van's dead son, I'm telling you this so you understand who Van is dealing with. [i]Van was resting in his chair as he did when he felt too tired to get back to bed, he was nodding in and out of sleep before finally drifted off, his dream was different that the usual ones. He had, he found himself in the Medical Bay with a body in the morgue, he knew that it couldn't be Vincent's as he had already put his body in the coffin. Van walked over to the body and lifted of the sheet, he screamed in terror to find Tex's mutilated body on the cold steel table, he knew this was just a dream, it had to be, there was no other explanation. He heard groaning coming from the corridor outside the Medical Bay, it sounded like Allen, he left Tex's corpse and stared in absolute horror as the Captain groped his way towards Van, his eyes were a deep blood red and he had many visible scars across his face and body. He asked Van why he had left them, why hadn't he done anything, and then he was gone, replaced by Van's worst nightmare.... [b]his own son[/b]. His son sported the same scars and red eyes as the Captain had but it was definitely his son, he swayed towards his father begging him not to leave him. Van's mind drifted from the ship back to one of the proudest days of his life, his son's first space flight as Captain of the Excelsior, a short range research vessel. Van had watched from the command station as his son prepared for a trip to Mars on one of a series of research mission, he watched as the ship took of in a roar of power and energy, and he watched as the ship flew a mere 2000 metres before exploding, evaporating everything that had once looked so proud and mighty. Van had been offered the position as Medical Officer on the flight but had turned it down saying that he wanted his son to do this by himself and to make his father proud. Van had almost committed suicide several times after the accident, his wife had died several years previously and his son was all he had left, it was after that that Van had concentrated solely on work and left all personal relationships behind. It may have been that reason that he felt so at home with Allen and Satell, they reminded him of his own children and of everything he had once held dear. His son continued to ask him why he had abandoned him and why his father had left him to die, [b]"why daddy ?, why did you leave me ?"[/b] it cried to Van, Van wanted to run but his legs wouldn't move. He knew that it was a dream and that none of it was real, but he had heard of people dying of fright in their sleep and he really didn't want to experience such a expiration. He then heard Satell's voice in his mind, [b]"wake up Van, wake up"[/b] her voice was soft and calming, he knew that she was probably also in his head but there was something of it that felt real, [b]"open your eyes Van, open your eyes and end your nightmare"[/b]. He felt himself drifting back to the waking work, his left arm felt numb, he couldn't catch his breath and his had a sharp pain in his chest, he knew what had happened, [b]he was having a heart attack[/b], he slumped down over his table and hoped that pushing the alarm would raise help in time.......[/color][/size][/i]

[Color=#707875][Size=1]You're very much welcome KnightoftheRose, this RPG has really earned a place in OB as one of it's far better RPGs, as for yourself you are an outstanding RPGer who I have had the pleasure if sharing company with in a few RPGs, you have earned the right to be an OB Elite. If anyone wants to contact me, my AIM in Maverick2350 so if you have any problems talk away. [i]Van sat propped against the back of the chair, the last one awake and the one in command while Captain Allen was sleeping, he smiled as Allen reminded him so much of his own son. He took the tea pot and returned to his seat to pour himself a cup of tea before he went on his rounds to make sure that all was returned to normal, if anyone interrupted him while he was having his tea there would be bloodshed. He sat back again and blew the trail of steam from the cup, he enjoyed this kind of time alone, away from [b]"the kids"[/b]. This was the way he liked to think of the other crew members as they were all so much younger than him, hell the captain was more than 20 years his junior. He took a sip of his tea and leaned back into his seat, it was good not having to get so worked up over his work on this ship, with one crewman dead and another two recovering from injury he was just happy that things seemed to be picking up. He put the tea down on the table and decided to take a walk around the crew quarters to clear his head, he had no intention of going [b]anywhere near[/b] the armory where Vincent had died, he knew that he'd have to prepare for this kind of stuff but the gruesome way he died was a little too much for his liking. He was coming up on Allen's room and was thankful that he heard nosounds there in, he decided the Captin took his advice from earlier and went easy on Satell. The door wasn't closed fully and he could hear faint snoring from the room, he saw Satell and the Captin embraced asleep and seemingly content, he closed the door fully and left for his office where he had some work to do. As he sat back down in his chair inevitably Satell came over to him, he knew what she wanted before she asked him. She sat down on his lap and it reminded him of home back on Earth, he put his arm around her and asked what she wanted. She said exactly what he knew she'd say, she was still weak so play-acting with the Captain was not something he wanted to let her do, and that's when she released her secret weapon. She looked at him in a way that had him completely unable to say no to her, she knew it too and she was quite pleased. Eight hours no more he told her as she kissed his forehead and skipped out the door. He was alone now and since Trini was asleep he had nobody else to help him do Vincent's autopsy, he knew the cause of death was the mercy bullet that Tex had finished him with. It was something which caught Van, on the one hand he could see it as an act of mercy to Vincent, on the other it was against that Roman Catholic Church's wishes to kill another, even in mercy. There was no real need for an autopsy and at this time in the morning he was in no mood to do anything he hadn't to do. He set the table to place Vincent's body in one the pre-blessed coffins by the Pope and said he last goodbyes to Vincent. He returned to sitting in his chair and started flicking through the recently medical profiling he'd done, how he'd have to tell the Captain that everyone would have to take a physical tomorrow was something he'd rather not do.....[/I][/Color][/Size]

[size=1][color=#707875]No the issue of Goku's extended ability of life is a common question of dispute over many internet websites. Most people just dismiss it, saying that it was just an error in the plot and that it has no real impact on the show. I would tend to agree with them as it has been commonly stated in Dragonball Z that when someone dies, and are dead more than a year the [b]Namek Dragonballs[/b] would have to be used, as the [b]Earth ones[/b] are only good for a years worth of return from the dead. That's really all there is to it, to my knowledge.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=#707875]Sorry another short post but a few things that have to do with the RPG. 1] As a note I've edited my sign up to suit what I've been writing, no major differances, just his age is now 54 and a his personality is more grandfatherly in nature. 2] Just as a little surprise, have a gander at my signature. 3] Oh and Sweetreyes, Van [b]hates[/b] coffee. [i]Van sat down in his seat and took a sip of his beverage while speaking, he closed his eyes and walked back over to the where he had got his drink, he quietly spit the coffee back in and emptied it into the sink. He took the tea pot from off the counter and poured himself a new cup of tea, he sat down beside Trini and asked her what was strange about the explosives going off...[/i] [b]Van:[/b] What's the big quiz about the explosives..[/color][/size]

[color=#707875][size=1]I just want to get Van's reaction on all of this. [i]Van laughed out loud with wonder and relief, and then sighed. He looked from Trini, to Allen and then finally to Satell, he placed his hand on her forehead as a father would to his daughter and then spoke[/i] [b]Van:[/b] You'll be the death of me yet young miss if you do something like that again, my heart's not as strong as it was 10 years ago. [b]Allen:[/b] Van, I can't that you enough for what you've done.... [b]Van:[/b] Just doing my job sir, just doing my job. Seems like all the work the Pope has done for this ship has just brought us a small miracle. I'll be sure to thank him when we get back.[/color][/size]

[font=trebuchet MS][color=#518CBD]Yes as you might guess this is a Star Wars RPG, it differs greatly from the sagas by changing the way in which events happened in Episodes Five and Six. If you like the idea behind it why not sign up. [I]Lightsabers hissed and connected with one another several times, as columns of steam rose past the two warriors locked in battle, this was no ordinary battle between to adversaries, [b]This was one of Good versus Evil, the Dark-Side versus the Light[/b]. The Jedi Luke Skywalker fought a desperate battle against the mightiest of all the Dark-Sides partisans Darth Vader, and when this battle ended one of the two would fall. Luke was a mere Padawan by the reconings of the code of the Old Jedi, he had not taken the Test, he had not been trained since early childhood and he still fought with emotion, a deadly weapon and way-point to the Dark-Side. Luke's own blue lightsaber which had once belonged to his father Anakin Skywalker, a Jedi of the Old Republic, seemed to falter before the intense blood colored blade of Vader's own lightsaber, Vader continued to hack away at his opponent. It was if he wished to knock the lightsaber from Luke's hand and then dispatch him to become one with the Force. Vader had years of experience and training and was once a Jedi of considerable power and ability, Luke on the other hand was a farmer from the planet Tatooine, who had by chance met with the old Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi and then the Jedi Master Yoda. Skywalker had no formal training beyond some simple Force Power instruction with Yoda and a mere battle experience with Obi-Wan on the Millennium Falcon, it was seem as though Vader had every advantage and yet had his most deadly weapon yet to use. Vader had driven him right out into the waster disposal tracks of Cloud City on the Gas planet of Bespin and it was here that he would destroy Skywalker forever. Luke began to allow his anger to take hold and it was now that he stuck with more power, he seemed to allow his very soul to drive every slash and eventually he did connect with Vader. He struck the Dark Lords arm and Vader cried out in anger as he felt the pain, it was now that Vader took Luke's lightsaber from him, it was with a quick parry and a slash that sent Luke's lightsaber from him, along with his hand still holding it. Vader now decided to destroy all that was left of his enemy as he pried into his very soul and asked him of the demise of his father, Luke replied that he knew that Vader had killed him, Vader laughed aloud with relish and then revealed his secret, [b]HE was Luke's father, HE was all that was Anakin Skywalker and now more than he ever could have been as a Jedi[/b]. Vader offered Luke the chance to join him, and as father and son they would rule the galaxy as the Lords of the Sith, Luke did not respond, he was too deep in shock and hatred at what his father had become. The Dark-Side of the Force crept into his very soul and the being known as Luke Skywalker was lost, he rose from the platform and accompanied his father, back to his Ship where he would complete his training and once and for all crush the Rebellion from existence. Luke knew that the Jedi known as Yoda would be unable to stop them, long ago he would have been a formidable warrior but now he was only a debilitated invalid and would prove no problems. Far away on the swamp Planet of Dagobah, the ageing Jedi Master Yoda sat dying in his chair and knew all at once that their hopes were crushed and that the Empire had finally won. He lay back into his seat and drifted away becoming one with the force leaving only a sheet behind him, Skywalker was their last hope and now there was none. Weeks later Skywalker re-emerged as a different entity, one of evil and malice, the goodness of Skywalker ceased and what was left was a mere shadow of what had once been. He draped in black and with a cold fury of energy flowing from him Skywalker had become everything that Yoda had feared. [b]He had confronted the darkness and it had consumed him, he was now the Sith Lord known as Darth Revenant, the Shadow[/b]. The Empire made sure that the Rebellion knew of what had transpired on Bespin, that the man who had destroyed the first Death Star had joined with Vader and his Master, the Emperor and had left all that he was behind. Disheartened and without hope, the Rebellion was erased from all military existence and the Empire seemed to have finally won. But wherever there is darkness there is light, and wherever there is despair there is hope. On the lost planet of Ossus, the original Jedi Homeworld, the spectres of long fallen Jedi Masters held council, they agreed that in their current forms they would be unable to aid the fallen Rebels and protect the Force Sensitive children from the Empire's claws. It was decided to invoke an ancient and powerful force ability that would allow them to restore one of their greatest Masters to life, and to pass on the ways of the Jedi to a new Generation. It was decided after lengthy discussion to allow Master Kenobi, Luke's and Vader's own mentor to return, and that he alone would face the new Sith Threat. Obi-Wan was reborn in the prime of his life and at once sought out the most powerful of the Force Sensitive to train as a new hope against the Dark-Side.[/I] [center]---------------------------------------------------[/center] Please note that everybody who signs up will do so as a student for Obi-Wan Kenobi, you do not yet know he exists but you feel pulled towards Ossus to where you will be trained. If you wish to later turn to the Dark-Side then you may but at your own expense. [I][b]Character Sign Up[/b][/I] [b]Name:[/b] [Your name] [b]Age:[/b] [Your age keep it young 15-18] [b]Gender:[/b] [Male or Female] [b]Race:[/b] [Your race, Chiss, Bothan, Wookie, whatever] [b]Homeworld:[/b] [Your homeworld] [b]Weapons:[/b] [You won't have a lightsaber straight away so a Blaster or something] [b]Ship:[/b] [Your mode of Inter-planetary Transport] [b]Description:[/b] [What you look like] [b]History:[/b] [Your life until now] [b]Personality:[/b] [What your like to others] [center]---------------------------------------------------[/center] Ahh here's my bio edited, good sign ups so far, keep them coming [I][b]My Character Sign Up[/b][/I] [b]Name:[/b] Van Ambrose [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Race:[/b] Human [b]Homeworld:[/b] Coruscant [b]Weapons:[/b] E 11 Blaster Rifle, Standard Issue Imperial Weapon [b]Ship:[/b] [b][I]Rebel Fury[/I][/b] TIE Hunter, typical model of the fighter now being used by the Stellar Navy instead of the TIE Interceptor. [b]Description:[/b] Van stands about 6'2" in height and weighs about 170 lbs. He has dark green eyes and short, light brown nearly blonde hair. He is athletically built and has well toned muscles. He usually dons a grey and white flight suit with the Imperial Insignia on it, as he has recently had his application to join the Imperial Stellar Navy accepted. [b]History:[/b] Van has lived on Coruscant all his life and has been immersed in the paraphernalia and propaganda of the Empire, his family has deep Imperial ties, with several members of his family currently serving in the Imperial Stellar Navy at various ranks in different systems. Van had a very ordinary childhood and his latent Force abilities have not yet shown themselves and for all Van's knowledge he is exactly like anyone else on Coruscant. Van through more propaganda and media manipulation has always seen the Empire as a body that maintains order, security and peace in the Galaxy, and that the Rebellion only wished to return the corrupt Old Republic and it's senators to power. Van's reasons for joining the Imperial Stellar Navy are simple enough, he loves flying, Van has always had an affinity for flying whether it be in an Incom T-16 Skyhopper or in one of the new TIE Hunters, it is this love which has fuelled his desire to enter the Stellar Navy and as the propaganda has told him [b]"Join the Ranks of the Proud"[/b]. He is currently in training on the Imperial world of Cardia and is one of the top flyers in his class, although he often feels that he should be doing something else that he can't quite put his finger on, yet that feeling seems to be getting stronger........... [b]Personality:[/b] Van is not your typical 17 year old, years of immersion of Imperial ideals have left him well disciplined and an uncanny ability to follow orders. It is as though he has already attended the Academy on Cardia instead of just going there now. He is quite but once around people of his own age, he may loosen up a bit.[/color][/font]

[color=#707875][size=1][i]Van called for Trini to get back up to Satell and get the Captain to bring her down to the surgery, if he didn't she didn't have much of a chance for survival. His young assistant's face drained of color as she realised that something else had happened. Five or six minutes later the Captain brought Satell in holding her between his arms and laid her down on the table. Van called for the Captian to move back as Van took a sealing compound from a press near him. He leaned over Satell, he was worried she had lost a lot of blood and he had to seal the wound before he could give her a transfusion. He took off her shirt and saw exactly where her lung had been punctured, he bit his lip, it was deep and Van just prayed that the compund would seal the hole. Van took the compound and began to spread it over her wound and then applying the synthetic fibres to cover over the gash, he stepped back and waited to see if any fresh blood came through. He held his breath................................................................................... and then sighed, it held and there was no more blood loss.[/i] [b]Van:[/b] Captain I need to give Satell a blood Transfusion and right now your my man. Go to the freezer in the next room and get me four of the blood packs and a transfusion unit..... [b]Van:[/b] [i]Far more quietly,[/i] Please, hold on Satell.....[/color][/size]

[Color=#707875][Size=1][I]Van was racing down towards the medical bay and noticed that his assistant was behind him, he called for her to meet him in the medical bay and that he was taking a different route. As he said so he dodged into the corridor that back to the mess hall, he called to the Captain to throw him over one of the Caulk Guns in case the medical bay was hit. The Captain glanced at him and threw him over two, "one for you and one for Trini" he called, with his new gear Van now started back towards the Medical Bay at the other end of the ship. Van new that space travel was dangerous but for the love of God, he hadn't expected to die on his latest mission. He turned the next corridor and felt an enormous thud against the hull followed by the sound of the oxygen leaking out into the vacuum of space. He aimed the Caulk Gun and released the foam plugging the crack in the armour of the ship, he knew that he wasn't far from the Medical Bay but the ship could keep taking such a hammering. The Bay was now in sight as he turned the last corner and it seemed as if it had suffered no damage, he called out to Trini and hoped that she was still there. "Trini, Trini" he called alarmed hoping that she hadn't been wounded in the storm, she looked out and called to Van to run faster and that they had an oxygen leak in the bay. Van reached the bay and felt the sharp pull of the vacuum against his chest as he entered. He threw over the Caulk gun to Trini and hoped to God that she knew how to use it, she pulled the released cap and contained the breach. He was impressed but time was short, he asked her if there was any loss of supplies when the Bay was hit by that rock, she replied that it hadn't. He asked her to get a Medical Emergency Kit in case any member of the crew would need medical attention when they got to the Engineering bay. He hitched the Caulk Gun over his shoulder and grabbed a Medical Kit as they left the Bay and headed towards the Engineering Section. Van couldn't tell how badly the shower was pounding the ship but he knew that it was no piece of cake. He took the personal radio and microphone from the wall of the Medical Bay spoke into it.[/I] [b]Van:[/b] [I]In a tone of urgency[/I] Captain, have we any injured in the Engineering Section? [I]There was no response[/I] [b]Van:[/b] [I]An even more urgent tone[/I] CAPTAIN ?, CAPTAIN ?[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[color=#707875][size=1]Welcome one and all to [b][i]The Treasures of Monkey Island[/b][/i], to anyone who signed up, you may now post away to your hearts content and to make yoursleves ready for the voyage. As I have said the [i]"main character"[/i] is on the Island looking for couragous sailors to join him on a voyage, where you and he meet is completly up to you as he is an NPC. [b][i]Van Ambrose: Melee Island Harbour 8:00 PM[/b] Down by the docks, an old sailor sat against a post watching the ships come in from a hard days work. He wished he could get out to see once again and to test his fortune against the rough Caribbean seas and the dangerous priates who lurked beyond each wave. He turned round to find a chap poking him in the back with a particularly rusty looking sword and grinning idiocially. Van drew his own and asked if the young man knew who he was, "Some old sea goat I imagine, well past his best at swordsplay". Van laughed and knocked the cutlass from the boy's hand with a simple flick of his wrist, the young man was astounded and looked up in fear as Van now pointed the end of his blade to the young man's chest.[/i] [b]Van:[/b] I fancy ye have treasure, hand it over before I run ye through. [b]Boy:[/b] Fine take it, I didn't want it anyway it's got that horrible curse. [b]Van:[/b] I'll just bring it to the Voodoo Lady then [i]Laughs[/i]. [b]Boy:[/b] WHAT ?, Damn it, I should'a though o' that. [i]The young boy threw Van a bag that chimed with gold and jewels, not a bad catach for today thought Van as he strolled over to the Voodoo Shop, he walked inside and called for the Voodoo Lady to show herself. As usual she popped up from sumwhere and scared the living crap out of Van as he turned to face her. He tossed her over the bag and asked her if it was cursed or not. She lookred at the coins and replied that they would turn the owner into a Skink if they touched his hands. She laughed took a liquid from the counter and muttered something as she poured it over the coins. She tossed him the bag back and told him that they were fixed now and that he could use them. As per usual he asked what she wanted in return for her service, and as usual she said that she wanted Van to play his accordion for her for a few minutes while she worked. He took it out of his bag and began to play it for her, she began to tidy as she worked while humming the same tune Van was playing. after a few mintues Van was finished and walked out of the shop, head first into someone, that someone dropped his buttons and looked up in surprise.[/i] [b]Van:[/b] Sorry about that, wans't watching what I was doing. [b]Damario:[/b] It's ok [i]Van helped the man pick up the buttons he'd dropped and conversation continued......[/i][/size][/color]

[color=#707875][size=1]Sorry that I'm late guys, I've been a bit busy with other RPGs and I want to give this one an honest shot. Oh for anyone who's wondering, my character looks and sounds like David Banner from the Hulk i.e. Nick Nolte's character. [I]Van floated in the stasis gel before finally coming awake, his age must have been getting to him as he saw that all the other pods were open and their occupants nowhere to be seen. He reached out his hand and touched the door, immediately it opened and Van fell out to the ground, coughing and wheezing to try and catch his breath, eventually a large amount of stasis liquid dropped to the floor and Van made his way to the Sanitation Units [Showers]. After finally getting all that goo from his hair and beard and finding his clothes in the locker he'd placed them, Van decided to make his way to the Briefing Room where everyone else would be. As their conversation continued Van walked through the door, his lab coat and medical credentials showing. He stood in the doorway for a moment and asked to be excused for being late, as he'd only now awoken from his cryosleep. The Captain asked him to take his seat and that they were introducing themselves to each other. He saw that his medical assistant had already arrived and that she was just taking her seat, he smiled and pushed up his glasses as he took his seat next to her, it was only then that he realised that it was his turn to introduce himself. He stood up coughed and spoke in a hoarse voice.[/I] [b]Van[/b]: Van Ambrose, Ship's Doctor and Surgeon, member of the WHO Council and Specialist in rare Space related Illnesses. A pleasure to meet you and a pleasure to treat you....[/color][/size]

[color=#707875][size=1]Ok well since people seem to be enjoying themselves, I'll give you a bit more good news: the RPG will be up Thursday evening so keep an eye out for it. The main character will be in the Scumm Bar looking for sailors for the voyage so try to make your conversation interesting and detailed. Oh and [b]sign ups are closed[/b] as I have all seven crew members although positions may become available.[/color][/size]

[color=#707875][size=1]This thread died almost a year ago, I don't wan to go back into it so it's staying closed. Sorry for any trouble.[/color][/size]

[color=#707875][size=1]Alright, all current applications are accepted so that means I can start the RPG. So as it stands here's the soon to be crew and their positions: [b]Van Ambrose:[/b] First Mate [I][Outcast][/I] [b]Damario:[/b] Helmsman [I][Dragon Warrior][/I] [b]Esmarelda Gumply:[/b] Navigator [I][Braidless Baka][/I] [b]Jordan Crane:[/b] Lookout [I][doukeshi03][/I] [b]Frederick Fedrek:[/b] [Position needed] [I][Shikaku Kitoku][/I] [b]Olaf Harnagen:[/b] [Position needed] [I][Ryo the Tamer][/I] [b]Jedgar Nieta:[/b] [Position needed] [I][Boba Fett][/I] [b]Positions needed to be filled[/b] [list][I]Gunner[/I] [I]Cook[/I] [I]Deck Hand[/I][/list] [center]-----------------------------------------------------[center] Ok so I suppose you're all wondering what luckless fool of a captain we're going to get stuck with and who will more than likely maroon us on some Godforsaken Island in the Tri-Island area without any hope of being rescued until two RPGs from now. Well here's the Captain: [b]Name:[/b] Dominic Turner [b]Age:[/b] 22 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Home Island:[/b] Jambalaya [b]Previous Job:[/b] None [b]Position:[/b] Captain [b]Weapon:[/b] Old yet well maintained Cutlass given to him by Governor Guybrush Threepwood [b]Personal Belongings:[/b] Grotty old map of Tri-Islands and other secret items kept in leather bag [b]Description:[/b] A goofy pencil necked boy, in the words of Old Mort the Grave Digger on Blood Island, these words would accurately describe Dominic Turner too, he stands roughly 6'2" in height and weighs no more than 125 lbs. He has short black hair and dark green eyes, he dresses in a blue overcoat which needs a new set of buttons [I]Hint, Hint[/I] and wears brown trousers and black knee high boots. [b]History:[/b] Born on Jambalaya Island only a short time after it's redecoration and depiratication, Dominic Turner had to live in the squalor of theme restaurants [I][Which have been closed due to law suit][/I] and crappy grog related emporia [I][Both of which were burned to the ground in separate "accidents"][/I]. Such was the life of Dominic Turner in childhood and not that pleasant, with out of work Characateurists assaulting people in the street for work. However life in the port soon returned to normal and the Island once again became Pirate-Friendly and Anti-Tourism, the grog bars and pirate paraphernalia stores soon reappeared in strength and life returned to Pre-Mandrill times. Dominic always wanted to become a pirate and hoped to make a profession of it, from hearing stories of other goofy pencil necked boys who had gone on to become great pirates. He signed on a local fishing boat and hoped to make a half-decent cabin boy, however in a freak storm only 150 yards from port, he was thrown from the boat and washed up on Lucre Island, at the other side of the Tri-Islands. He washed ashore and was picked up by a friendly Bank-Manager turned Grog Maker and taken to be treated for his injuries. When he came around and was asked his name, Dominic replied and the man was a little startled for reasons unknown. He took his young cohort to Lucre Bank and brought him back to the old Vault where he said he had something for him. The old man brought Dominic out a chest labelled [b]TO DOMINIC TURNER, OF JAMBALAYA ISLAND[/B], Dominic opened the chest and was astounded by what he saw, gold, a small sized but very valuable pile of Gold. He reached in and touched it and found a piece of old parchment, unravelling it carefully he read it aloud, ignoring the fact that people may have been listening. After finishing he dug through the gold and found another piece of paper held in a piece of watertight leather, he placed it in his pocket and took his gold and looked to rent a ship to Melee Island. While on his way to Melee Dominic's ship was robbed and his small amount of gold plundered, he was tied to a barrel and flung towards his target Island that was only a few hundred metres off his current predicament. Washed ashore with nothing but his map and his clothes Dominic decided to enter the Scumm Bar Kudu-Jerkey Pretzel Eating Contest, having been starved while on his voyage to Melee, Dom beat of his competitors easily and won the free grog card. Sitting at the table was an old gentleman who appeared to have some look of a seaman about it, he motioned for Dominic to come near and that they would talk, Dominic told him of his predicament and that he knew not where to turn next. It is from here that our hero's story commences. [b]Personality:[/b] Takes the term [i]"Dumb as a Plank"[/i] to a whole new level, Dom's heart is in the right place most of the time, if only his head was more often.[/color][/size]

[Color=#707875][Size=1]Welcome one and all to a little RPG started by myself to give thanks to the long running series of games by Lucas Arts heralding the adventures of [b]Guybrush Threepwood[/b] and his greatest nemesis the zombie buccaneer [b]Le Chuck[/b]. These games have kept me laughing for years and so it is only right that they should be given a fine RPG in which to have another adventure on the high seas. Now it is true that I haven't played all the Monkey Island games however I have played the last two and read up on the story of the first two. If ye haven't played the games and are unfamiliar with the locations then I would suggest that ye do so now or you could be a bit lost in the RPG to come. It will be set about thirty or so years after the end of [I][b]Escape from Monkey Island[/b][/I] and will feature some of the cast and locations from the previous games. Welcome one and all to [I][b]The Treasures of Monkey Island[/I][/b]. Now it will be a bit different for a number of reasons. [list][b]1][/b] This will have a much more piratey feel to the RPG than a traditional Monkey Island RPG but will still have the same humour, think Pirates of the Caribbean and Monkey Island mixed. [b]2][/b] It'll be mainly locations from Monkey Island that will be used so character knowledge won't be that important apart from a few, [b]Voodoo Lady, Murry, Elaine Marley-Threepwood, Guybrush Threepwood, and Le Chuck[/b] may make appearances from time to time, however it will be brief.[/list] [center]-----------------------------------------------------[/center] [I]In a dingy, dark, grog filled bar on a certain Island known as Melee in Caribbean, a young man sat in a corner listening to the stories of a particularly weather beaten seaman. The sailor was regaling his young friend with fancy tales about swash buckling, sword fights and mounds of boot, more than any man could spend in a lifetime. The young man was listening intently to the stories, desperately wishing to quench his thirst for adventure. He had come to the Caribbean on hearing such stories when he grew up, he wanted to be a pirate, to feel the wind and foam on his face and sun on his back, to fight off other pirates for booty, to pillage and plunder and have hearty adventures. The elder man chuckled and called for another round of grogs so he could quench his parched tongue, he pulled a grotty looking map from inside the red coat he'd been wearing and placed it down on the wooden table. Carefully he pulled off the piece of string, which held the parchment in a roll and unfurled it. The map was clearly years old and had passed from hand to hand, grog stains covered it's outer edges and dirty finger marks were clearly visible on several points of the map. The man smiled as he gazed at the map, no doubt he'd used it on many adventures, though the young man. The map seemed to detail the entire Tri-Island area and even parts beyond it's outer borders such as the pirate infested port known as Puerto Pollo. The old man ran his fingers along the map as he traced over every route he'd travelled on his adventures from Melee to Phat, and from Lucre to Monkey. His finger lingered on the latter as if he wished to regale his companion with another tale of high seas adventures but he let it be. The old man looked up, his blond hair was now near grey, and his beard back to it's original size but with a similar color to his hair. He called for the grog and signalled for his young friend to come closer. He drew his hand using his own and placed his companion's fingers over Monkey Island and then spoke. "Legends speak of the dangers of Monkey Island, and of the marvellous treasures which it keeps within the vaults of it's borders. But there's many a good Pirate, better than ye has gone to his grave, [b]or worse[/b] seeking that which is not of this world, and I would warn ye laddie. Do not seek this if ye value yer life in more than silver 'nd gold ". His breath reeked of grog and the young man pulled away in either fear or disgust at the smell, the old sea dog let loose a great laugh and called once again for his grog, cursing the bar wench for her lack of speed. He rolled the map together and handed it back to his young companion, he slammed his fist on the table and laughed heartily as if a wave of nostalgia had hit his port side. "Ye'll be havin' great adventures laddie, as I have had in my many years", he sniffed hard and rubbed his eyes and spoke again "but beware for even the men in greatest favour with Lady Luck always have to pay some dues". He drew his pistol forth and shot towards the bar, yelling that he wanted his grog now, the serving girl ran forward at great pace to give him his drink. He drank it deeply before getting up from his chair and tossing her a leather bag that jingled with the sound of money, he handed the map to his young companion and wished his luck on his travels as he walked out the door. "Sir, sir, the young man enquired, who is it that I may thank for this map and a fine ship ?", the old man turned and responded "Ye may mostly thank the powers of Lady Luck, but ye could also thank an old sea-dog named [b]Guybrush Threepwood[/b]." He turned again on his heels and walked out the door without further word to anyone... The young man sat in his chair and thought back earlier in their conversation, the old man's voice echoed in his head "For any high seas adventure ye'll be needing three things, [b]A ship, a map, and a good crew[/b]." He could scratch two off the list but he'd still need a good crew of sailors, he finished his grog and walked out of the bar in search of his final necessity.[/I] [center]-----------------------------------------------------[/center] Now my friends and fellow corsairs, that is the story set, I have left it purposefully open for the ability to allow the story to flow easily from one part to another. As usual there are some rules to the RPG but they are as much from your good as mine and will help with the running of the story. [list][I][b]Rules[/b][/I] [b]1] Post Quality and Post Quantity:[/b] This in reality is fairly simple and I feel should require no further explanation other than: Posts are to be of good quality i.e. that you have correct spelling, grammar and punctuation. Posts are also to be of sufficient quantity i.e. they are to be more than three paragraphs or at least 21 lines, in reality that is not much. [b]2] Character Speech and Mannerisms:[/b] As this is set in the mid 17 century, people are still using the older manner of speaking such as "Ye" but not "Thy" as that's a bit too old. As for mannerisms, guys you're pirates act like one, you can be a murderous scoundrel or a heroic scallywag, I myself will be the latter rather than the former. [I][b]Details[/b][/I] [b]1] The Crew:[/b] Yeah you guessed it, that's you guys, you'' be the main driving force in the RPG and will participate and share in the adventures. You can meet with the main character that will be an NPC and I'll give his details later. [b]2] The Ship:[/b] The ship, ah here returns the [I][b]Sea Cucumber[/b][/I] [Monkey Island III] to her former glory and power. I hated the [I][b]Dainty Lady[/b][/I] from Monkey Island IV and decided to bring back this ship, she's a fast little creature but not that well armed. [b]3] The Mission:[/b] All will be revealed later. [b]4] Locations and Characters:[/b] As I said some of the characters from previous games will feature here, some will be NPC or you can sign up as them as crew for the ship. As for locations I plan to visit a few as with any other Monkey Island adventure. [b]5] Most Importantly:[/b] Have fun, and remember that this is a Monkey Island adventure with the same kinds of humour and events such as insult sword fighting and sea combat for booty.[/list] [center]-----------------------------------------------------[/center] [B][I]Character Sign Up[/b][/I] [b][There will only be 7][/b] [b]Name:[/b] [Your Name, you can add a catchy nickname to it] [b]Age:[/b] [Your age try to keep it above 20] [b]Gender:[/b] [Male or Female] [b]Home Island:[/b] [What Island are you from] [b]Previous Job:[/b] [What you did before you were recruited] [b]Position:[/b] [What position will you hold in the voyage] [b]Weapon:[/b] [Only one try to keep it to a cutlass, pistol etc] [b]Personal Belongings:[/b] [Any personal items you carry] [b]Description:[/b] [What you look like, if you want a picture that's fine] [b]History:[/b] [Your life until now] [b]Personality:[/b] [What you're like to others] [center]-----------------------------------------------------[/center] [b][I]My Character Sign Up[/b][/I] [b]Name:[/b] Van "Dodge" Ambrose [b]Age:[/b] 49 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Home Island:[/b] Melee [b]Previous Job:[/b] Sword Master [b]Position:[/b] First Mate [b]Weapons:[/b] Spanish Rapier, the blade is 46" in length and 1 3/8" thick, the hilt is gold fashioned in a spiral shape at length 8" so all together the sword is [b]Personal Belongings:[/b] An old Accordion with his initials V.D.A, which Van likes to play while not working. [b]Description:[/b] Van stands about 6'3" in height and weighs about 230 lbs. He is well built and his muscles are very clear. He has dark grey well trimmed hair that comes down to his chin and a goatee of the same color and neatness, deep dark blue eyes, and a roguish smile on his face most of the time. Usually he dons a green coat with brass buttons over a plain blue shirt and a pair of cream pants with white socks to the knee and a pair of black boots with brass buckles. [b]History:[/b] Born and raised on Melee Island and probably immersed in piracy since before he could walk, Van has always loved life on the sea and the thrill of the clang of a sword with a well timed jibe thrown in to boot. Ever since Van was a child he'd go down to Melee docks to speak with the sailors coming in off the docks and to listen to any new insults and counter-insults that had been though of. His father was a pirate, like almost every man on Melee, but Van's father was different in the fact that he was one of the most famous and wanted men on the sea. His ship [I][b]The Corsair[/b][/I] never came into port without a hold full of booty and his father would always have plenty of grog to go about in celebration of his latest deeds and good fortune. And so life was good for Van, his father was a wanted yet loved man who kept his family in very good keepings. At 14 Van began to take an interest in sword fighting and asked his father to teach him, his father was proud that his son wished to become a pirate like himself and agreed. On their first lesson, his father gave Van the sword which he now still keeps and began their lesson, Van was no novice to the sword and he was able to keep decently up with his father's insults. However his father was a master and very soon Van had lost, yet he wasn't deterred if anything it increased his wishes to become a pirate. His became quite adept at sword combat quickly and became equally fascinated with all parts of nautical life, at 16 he began to study the maps and sea charts of the Tri-Island Area and served as a navigator on several small trade vessels. It was here that an old sea dog named Edward Van-Helgan first taught him to play the accordion, it was something Van enjoyed tremendously and he kept at it for hours playing to entertain the crew from one voyage to another from Melee to Puerto Pollo. His life has been pretty much one ship to another although his skills have grown tremendously in sword fighting and he is the Sword Master of Melee Island. He is also a mean accordion player and when not working hard he likes to keep the crew in good spirits playing. At the moment he is down at the dock waiting for Lady Luck to give him one last good voyage on the foamy seas. [b]Personality:[/b] Van is a laid back character and likes to take things in his stride, he likes to give advice when needed and keep the ship going in good order. He's real passions lie in his accordion playing and you'll often find him somewhere playing it away to hearts content.[/color][/size]

[color=#707875][size=1][i][b]Life:[/b] A tricky bastard to understand at the best of times and an absolute enigma to comprehend at the worst.[/i] As it stands my life is just coming back togther as of a recent injury that has changed a number of things in my life at the moment and for the forseeable future. I am lucky I have a loving family and a good life, my injury was treatable and I am looking forward to life as I get back into full swing in time for Christmas coming. [i]Have I found the Meaning of Life yet ?[/i] Nope but I have watched it. Will I keep looking ? Yes and I hope to find it some day.[/color][/size]

[color=#707875][size=1]I must agree with the current opinion about the film. I too saw the trailer to it while watching Kill Bill and I must say I was impressed by what I saw, I will more than likely go see this film as it looks quite good and has a lot of what I look for in a film.[/color][/size]

[color=#707875][size=1][b][Edit][/b] I've just come back to edit my bio to fit in better with my posting in the Adventure Arena thread. [b]Name:[/b] Van Ambrose [b]Age:[/b] 54 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Assignment:[/b] Ship Doctor [b]Personality:[/b] A very kind and caring man, Van likes to keep to keep everyone healthy and in good form while on this voyage. As he is by far the oldest person on the mission, he tends to look upon the others as his own children, with the same love and care he would show his own. [b]Appearance:[/b] Stands roughly 6'1" in height and is of an athletic build. Van looks slightly worn for a man of his age with chin length white hair specked with grey and a slight but rough beard. His eyes are a deep but piercing blue with the look of knowledge and wisdom behind them. He usually dresses in a blue long sleeved shirt and tan chino trousers covered with a white lab coat. [b]Short Bio:[/b] Born and raised in a family where medicine was the only option of profession, one would think this would serve to drive Van away from it. But in fact the opposite was apparent as Van quickly developed a love for aiding his fellow man. His profession led him to join the military as his speciality seemed to be in space born illnesses and space sicknesses, he volunteered for the new Event Horizon mission as it peaked his interests.[b][/Edit][/b][/color][/size]

[color=#707875][size=1]This seems like a good little RPG, might as well give it a shot. [i][b]Agent[/b][/i] [b]Name:[/b] Agent Ambrose [b]Desciption:[/b] [img]http://www.thewb.com/THEWB/Images/Dynamic/i23/AG-ADenisof-E_2x3_240.jpg[/img] Something like this and add the sunglasses, the ear-piece and trademark black suit. [b]Weapon of choice:[/b] [img]http://products.berettausa.com/images/immagini_maxi/92FS_S_maxi.jpg[/img][/color][/size]

[color=#707875][size=1]Nice little RPG Yoda I hope that it turns out well. [b]Name:[/b] Van Ambrose [b]Codename:[/b] Quantum [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Powers:[/b] Manipulation of the flow of time in his general area, this can be specialised into several special area including the speed with which time passes and other powers which have not yet become active [b]Origin:[/b] Republic of Ireland, later New York [b]Known family:[/b] Ben Ambrose [Uncle] [b]Affiliation:[/b] X-Men [b]Bio:[/b] Van grew up in a fairly normal childhood. He appeared completely normal until his mutant powers began to manifest themselves. When Van was 12 years old his house and his family was robbed by a group of armed and masked youths who forced their way into his home and demanded all the valuables there-in. His parents co-operated, but were shot when the siren of a patrolling police vehicle startled the youths. Van just stood still as 3 youths took aim and fired at him, he saw the bullets seemingly slow as they came towards him and he moved to avoid them, all moved past him without any damage. The youths were freaked and just took their loot and left the house moments afterwards. Van ran outside and called after the squad car to stop and come help his parents. An ambulance and emergency personnel were called to his home, however it was too late, his parents were dead. The police examined where Van had observed the shooting from and found 6 bullet holes in the wall behind where he had stood. The youths were found and charged but this made little difference to Van. 3 months later Van was sent to live with his father's brother Ben Ambrose in New York. His father and Ben had started a computer company and his Uncle still ran. The day Van arrived at his Uncle's shop and asked to speak to Ben, his uncle just came up and hugged him, welcoming him to his new home. Two got on well ever since, Ben was a nice guy most of the time and the two got on quite well but he had a tendency to drink a little too much and when he did it was not a pretty sight. Ben was 6'6 and a really strong guy and when he'd had a little too much to drink he could turn a little violent. Van had right to be afraid of his uncle and even though he had trained in martial arts since he was 7, his uncle's brute strength was often enough to over power Van. Despite all these flaws in their relationship the two actually acted like a family most of the time and enjoyed one another's company. However recently Van has realised that he needs the companies of other people like him and has accepted Professor Xavier's offer to become a student at his school. After the destruction fo the school Van has fled back to his uncle and is now staying with him along with several other mutants who were with him when the fled the attack. [b]Description:[/b] Van has deep dark-blue eyes that are usually covered by rimless sunglasses. He has short light brown, almost blond hair. He is quite athletically built, stands just 6'1" in height and is considered to be very good looking. He usually wears a pair of grey jeans, military style black boots and a grey t-shirt. Over his hands he wears black gloves cut at the fingers. [b]Personality:[/b] Kind and friendly, Van is a thoroughly nice guy always willing to do a favour for a friend in need. He likes to keep his past out of his mind and focus on the good parts. He is used to his mutant powers and tries to make the best of them, but tries not to attract attention to himself. A regular nice guy he just likes to hang out and have some fun.[/color][/size]