Ugamon

[I]That night had passed without another incident like the one that had transpired between Nepenthes and the thugs. Still after such a close call with the shell city police he was starting to think that maybe a night to cool down and relax maybe actually do something normal.. a faint chuckle to himself would slip out into the air as he closed his locker door at the pizzeria and went up front to clock in at one of the Registers. Stifling a yawn as he walked out from the back and walked around the dividing wall.[/i] [i]What he saw there made him pause a moment and he swore his heart stalled making his blood run cold and gave a involuntary shiver at the sight of the police officer. He was being ridiculous.. He knew that.. they couldn't track him down here could they? It wasn't until he got closer and tapped on the touch screen display next to hers did the officer seemed to notice him and he just gave a smile and was ignored a slight shrug as he punched his number in and hit a button before he saw the little clock in sign pop up. smiling faintly as he ended hearing the vaguest sounding description he had ever had the pleasure of hearing. Here he was worried about them catching him and the Shell city police were asking about women with suitcases. When the officer turned to him to ask if he had seen anything he shook his head and said.[/I][FONT="Comic Sans MS"][COLOR="Green"][B]" I had off yesterday and was at home for most of it."[/B][/COLOR][/FONT] [I] The truth.. he had been home most of yesterday... except for school and about a half hour before midnight. Which sighing heavily the police officer walked out and he turned to Zoe jerking his thumb at the door and gave her a What the fuck kinda look before she giggled and responded with[/I].[COLOR="DarkRed"][B][FONT="Courier New"]" Been a lot of weird things going on around town.. with those Vigilantes still at large i think the cops are up to their ears with all sorts of things."[/FONT][/B][/COLOR] [I] He nodded softly to what she said as he turned and tapped on the touchscreen debating on what orders he'd be delivering to as he said."[/I][B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"][COLOR="Green"] Yeah well...[/COLOR][/FONT][/B] [I]He'd hear her snort which she'd know almost always made him chuckle softly as she asked him." [/I][FONT="Courier New"][COLOR="DarkRed"][B]Don't tell me your supporting them now too? Don't get me wrong what the police did about your sister's case was horrible but Nate these people are breaking the law."[/B][/COLOR][/FONT][I] Sighing he turned around and looked at her and let a moment pass before he said." [/I][COLOR="Green"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"][B]" It's not like that Zoe... It's just. Well Your right they are criminals but then again they are criminals hunting criminals and killing them most of the time.. It's just kinda.. you know crazy if you think about it." [/B][/FONT][/COLOR] [I]She paused and looked at him funny before she grinned and said.[/I][B][FONT="Courier New"][COLOR="DarkRed"]" So let me get this straight. Your saying Let Caesar have what's Caesar's and let God sort them all out when they're dead and gone that's a little fucked up Nate."[/COLOR][/FONT][/B] [I]He turned away and shrugged chuckling as he tapped through those screens on the monitor finally settling[/I] [B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"][COLOR="Green"]." Seems to be how this city is anyhow.. There will always be people who think they are revolutionists and people who hate them for thinking they are that.. It's just how it works i guess.. But If the police can't do it.. Let someone who can... Eventually though.. They'll fuck up.. it's just a waiting game and when it happens.. The law will be there.. until then let's just be happy criminals are disappearing off our streets. Anyhow.. I'm taking the order for Baker's Street out if Joe asks were i am." [/COLOR][/FONT][/B] [I]He turned around and looked at her studying him for a moment before she said." [/I][COLOR="DarkRed"][FONT="Courier New"][B] You got a point Nate.. It's just.. one of these days.. that fuck up might just cost someone innocent their life.. we have law for a reason..[/B][/FONT][/COLOR] [I]He sighed as he walked away from the counter and her to deliver that order.[/I][B][COLOR="Green"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]" I know Zoe.. i know But didn't some wise person say... The needs of the many.. outweigh the needs of the few?"[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][I] He'd hear her sigh as he walked away muttering as the front door rang letting them know a customer was upfront. Ain't life a bitch he wondered. When the chips fall who your left with is who your left with for better or worse till death do you part. [/I]

[B][COLOR="Navy"][FONT="Arial Narrow"]"Your not Dad Nathan i don't have to listen to you. Your not him and he's never coming back"[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][I] he sighed heavily at his brothers words and that almost whiny voice of his mixed with indignant anger and shook his head softly as he rebuked his brother's attitude.[/I] [B][COLOR="Green"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]" Tobi.. i just don't want to see you get mixed up with the wrong crowd it's..."[/FONT][/COLOR][/B] [I]He stopped speaking when he noticed he was getting that infamous i don't care look from his brother. A look he'd been getting a lot of lately and Nate sighed and sat down folding his hands staring at them for a moment before turning his eyes up towards his brother and said in a hushed tone[/I]. [B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"][COLOR="Green"]" Fine go.. but Promise me you'll keep out of trouble at least.. You and mom are all i have left of this family.. i don't think i could handle loosing one of you two like..."[/COLOR][/FONT][/B] [I]He wring his hands silently as he looked down and he heard his brother mutter[/I].[B][COLOR="Navy"][FONT="Arial Narrow"]" your being overprotective Nate... i can handle myself."[/FONT][/COLOR][/B] [I]He looked up at his brother and seemed to be about ready to say something when the door opened and both their heads looked at the door as their mother walked in carrying a Brown paper bag wrapped in a plastic bag in her arm. She was smiling softly to herself until she saw them standing there like that and said.[/I][B][COLOR="Gray"][FONT="Palatino Linotype"]" what's going on boys?"[/FONT][/COLOR][/B] [I]Tobi looked at Nate as if asking him not to worry her and he groaned softly looking at his younger brother and shook his head dismissing what he was going to say from his mind.[/I][B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"][COLOR="Green"]" Nothing big Ma.. Just arguing over stupid shit.. is that Chinese i smell?"[/COLOR][/FONT][/B] [I]She nodded slowly looking at them both for a long moment before she walked over to the couch and sat down depositing the food onto the coffee table and said.[/I][B][COLOR="Gray"][FONT="Palatino Linotype"]" I didn't feel like cooking tonight.. It's been a long day and Nate?"[/FONT][/COLOR][/B] [I]She looked over at him and sent him a I don't want to hear you use that kind of language in my house look and he softly groaned and muttered.[/I]" [FONT="Comic Sans MS"][COLOR="Green"][B]Sorry ma[/B][/COLOR][/FONT]."[I] She gave a soft smile and nodded as if that settled the manner for now before she pulled out the containers of food and handed them to her sons and selected a white container of Noodles for herself leaning back with the plastic fork in hand and beginning to eat as Nate and Tobi looked at each other and shrugged at each other before digging in.. Letting his mind drift off onto other things he found out last night and planned to use later.. to do what the police apparently couldn't.. [/I] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sirens of police cars echoed off in the distance as the night began to set in.. Glancing at his watch he pulled the old faded backpack off his back as reaching in and pulling out a small glass vial full of clear liquid.. and floating in it were two black domed discs ... It was almost time. Unscrewing the cap he tipped the vial slight to the side as his finger slipped the Black contact onto his finger. Sighing as he leaned his head back and used his pinkie and thumb to hold his eye open while he seated the contact on his eye properly before repeating the same process with his other eye and slipping the Vial back into a safe spot in his bag and then with slightly trembling hands he tossed the backpack off the fire escape. Jumping the distance from the fire escape ladder to a garbage dumpster lid and then jumping off lid to the ground the with a soft plop.. landing on bent knees next to his backpack on the Cold Concrete ground. Reaching in while still crouched down he slipped the hammer in his Belt loop and slipped seven nails into holes he had cut into the back of this belt. Letting out a soft sigh as pulled out black cloth and unwrapped the what was inside it. When Nepenthes mirror like face came into view a soft exhale came from him as he laid the mask on his knee as he threw the cloak over his shoulders.. fastening the loose plain silver brooch to hold the cloak in place and picked up the mask with tender care looking it over for a moment before he flipped it over... and brought it up to his face sliding his hands back over the strap clipping the three into place before he reached back and pulled the hood up. Kicking the backpack behind some cardboard and covered the cardboard with trash before standing up and slinking off deeper into the alley the cloak billowing out a bit as he walked softly over the pavement Moving through those dark pathways with a strange sense of purpose. As he heard sirens growing closer he pushed against the wall and let the shadow of the night cloak him as the flashing light flew by. For the projects.. the Police force were pretty scattered and the night was with them as they continued on their way. a soft snort fell in the air as he heard hollering begin some couple were fighting again and dogs barked futilely at the commotion.. Shaking his cloaked head softly he continued on his journey.. and then.. A scream split the air ahead of him at the far end of the alley... A young female with dark hair.. it was hard to tell in this weak light was clinging onto the arm of a lanky dirty blond male.. who were pushed into the brick wall of the left side of the alley. The female started to cry in fear as two Hooded characters harassed her supposed boyfriend.. The clink of chains that glimmered softly in the street light as he moved silently closer... Looking around silently for something.. and he spied a metal pole on the ground.. It was Silver and black.. how ironic he mused as he picked it up making a sort of scrapping noise with it as he grinned behind the mask of Nepenthes... Perfect.. The thugs looked down the alley... clearly not seeing anything down that alley.. almost as if he was invisible to their eyes as he stepped closer.. making a faint thud noise like a old man with a cane would.. which made them look at each other and distracted them while the guy dragged his chick away running and then Nepenthes would step into the light enough so a glint of that strange facade would strike their eyes." What the hell.." he heard the Thug with the chain mutter and using that as his cue. He lunged forward.. taking that sweet moment as he ran forward to slip to the side as the chain flailed in the air where he had just been.. the Butt end of the make shift pole stave coming up into the others chin sharply with a soft thwack.. The other Thug backed up seeing his buddy stumble back momentarily dazed the strange shock in his eyes Pushed Nepenthes forward letting his left hand slid to the top half of the stave as he spun bringing hit down on the side of the others head as the Chain dude started to recover his right hand already pulling the hammer out and lashing out in a wide arc with side of hammer into the thug's chest cavity .. Rewarded by the sound of cracking bone as he let the staff go and fell into that spin. The cloak Swirling around like a Wild shadow as his left hand reached back pulling a nail free and his hammer fell heavy down on the hand that the other thug had thrown up to protect himself as his other hand frantically attempted to reach for a knife.. The sick sound of the bones in that man's hand being shifted out of alignment as he slipped that nail in between his middle and index fingers making it look like a long narrow spike sticking out between his fingers as he pressed himself and the other guy effectively pinning him against the wall as the thug cried out in pain.. Thrusting his fist into that broken hand piercing the skin with the nail and moving his hand to grasp the thug's arm in a iron hard grip against the bricks as he brought his hammer down on the nail thrusting it into the wall as he brought his knee up into the man's crotch and let his wrist go as his empty hand grabbed the knife in the man's waistband And turned to find the other thug on the ground clutching his chest.. it was only then did it strike him they both were crying out in pain.. cussing and swearing threatening to kill him... The first noise he would make was nothing more then a soft tsking sound as he kicked the thug whom he'd hit in the chest once savagely and muttered in a almost disappointed tone." [COLOR="Green"][FONT="Comic Sans MS"][B]Pathetic.[/B][/FONT][/COLOR] Disgusted he turned away slipping the knife into a hidden cloak pocket and walked away leaning down to pick up that makeshift weapon from earlier.. He looked at it for a moment before he heard more sirens approaching. A soft sigh as he looked around and noticed a circle on the ground.. it took his brain a moment to register what it was as the sirens got closer.. But the moment those police lights hit the Alley the manhole cover slid back into place. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~(( And thus it begins.. If any questions or comments please Pm me.. In the spirit of Returning to the Otakuboards... I think i can safely say.. Ugamon has returned.))~

[FONT="Comic Sans MS"][COLOR="Green"][I] For storyline use only.. 1. Hannah Kerrigan - Nate and Tobias's mother age 42 a widow as well after their father Daniel Kerrigan died. She works two full time jobs and a part time job to keep a roof over their heads, food in their bellies and clothing on their back... definitely not a supporter of the vigilantes but she's not to happy with the Police force as of recently. She stands at a short 5'3" with curly reddish brown hair and dark brown eyes. 2. Tobias Kerrigan - Nate's Younger brother age fifteen 5'10" same hair and eyes of his brother but a more slender build and though Nate doesn't know it yet Tobias has been hanging out with some local gang members lately and they've been trying to recruit him.. heh 3. Zoe Miller - Nate's only real friend left after all that's happened over the years.. She works heavily with the community outreach centers when she ain't working at the pizzeria with Nate. How she feels about the Vigilantes is unknown but one thing is .. she seems to have her own secrets... She stands about 5'6" With her mother's long dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. She is currently nineteen years old. 4. Robert Miller - Zoe's father.. He's worked for the City's Water and Sewer Department for years and has raised Zoe by himself since her mother died of cancer right after moving to Shell city. He and Hannah have been close friends since before Daniel's death. He's about 6'2 with short cropped Brown hair with streaks of gray coming in.. He has nearly the same Hazel eyes as Zoe. He's in his mid forties with a sort of chunkier build. 5. Joey Stetanko Jr - He's Nate's Boss and is a robust middle aged man in his thirties.. despite his thinning hair and hot temper he treats his employee's well and is well liked for a boss. He stands at about 6'0 with dark brown eyes. He owns Little Joe's Pizzeria and has run it for the last ten years since his father Joey Stetanko Sr died of a heart attack. If anyone has any suggestions or Question feel free to PM and i will get back to you at the next chance i get. [/I][/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Comic Sans MS"][COLOR="Green"]Name: Nathanial (Nate or Nathan) Kerrigan (Nathanial as a name means God has given and Kerrigan Means Dusk) Vigilante Name: Nepenthes (Pronounced Ne Pen These and means Not grief or sorrow) Age: 17 Gender: Male Costume Appearance: Comprising of a Hooded black cloak, originally a short sleeved black shirt which he now uses a long sleeved variation, Black jeans, Old thick soled construction boots and a Reflective metal seemly silver like mask kept in place with leather straps forever formed in neither a smile nor a frown but the way the eyes are formed.. it almost seems to mock you. Often times he keeps a plastic bag in which he can ditch the Cape, hammer and mask in if need be and pass as a goth punk Appearance: Brown hair three shades lighter then Black over eyes the color of brandy standing at five foot eleven inch with a slender athletic build he has a strange tattoo on his left wrist which is the only distinctive marking really about him aside from a scar on his left shoulder were a bullet skimed his skin. Weapon: Hammer and Nails.. though he has gotten inventive in the past using such tools as a can of hair spray and a lighter for a mini torch or even going so far as to use Cutlery(Kitchen knives and forks) Day Job: Pizza maker or delivery driver for Little Joe's Pizzeria depends on what his boss needs that night Personality: Nate has never been good at expressing his emotions or explaining himself and often keeps his mind busy with a number of seemly meaningless tasks perhaps his biggest flaw considering his other side. He's a big joker that sometimes takes his jokes a little too far but many would find him sort of lacking a strange sort of confidence which makes him seem borderline emotional in someways.He loves to talk about strange and sometimes random things and seems to not have a care though it's all really a facade when it comes down to it. He's a realist by nature.. and once sobered and away from the fun his personally can sometimes seem a tad bit disturbing. However Nepenthes on the other hand is a strangely silent type.. who uses vague gestures to talk.. or when he does it's always very soft. Vindictive and hard to read with that mask of his one can often guess the crime of his victims by the way they are disposed of for example.. Drug dealers often are left to die of overdoses while a rapist might lose his genitalia. however it does seem the lesser the crime.. like thieving or unarmed burglary for example he might only break their hands and leave them for the police to find naked and tied to a post exposing their shame... their is always a method to his madness.. despite how it can sometimes seem. Bio: Life in shell city is a harsh and sometimes unpleasant experience and no one would know that better then those who've seen one of the Slum Lords handiwork first hand. Living in the poorer sections throughout his childhood and into his late teen years he'd always seen the horrors and disgusting crimes much more acutely then many others. In high school his friends fell into gangs.. and their parents into drugs and other crimes beyond mention.. murder was common as was rape and burglary. But the breaking point came when his older sister was found raped and hung from a fire escape stripped of her clothing and her dignity after the police conducted their "investigation" and the days of waiting.. filled grief turned into anger at the man who did this.. and his anger became rage towards the incompetence of police force.. sitting in the corner of his room obsessing over every detail.. every bit of evidence they had pointed out.. nothing solid leading them to a killer.. it was that night his mother broke the news to them they had closed the case unsolved.. and on that night after she had fallen to bed.. his mind was made certain. If the police would do nothing... Then the scum would did this.. and those like them would pay in pain and blood. the supplies he needed we're easily found.. A black cloak left over from a Halloween costume, a small hammer and some old rusty nails, a Black t-shirt a pair of old black jeans with a thick leather belt for holding the gear and work boots for when he did construction and the final piece.. a shiny mirror like mask finished the disguise. climbing out the second story window onto the fire escape led for a easy access in and out of his parents apartment after they had fallen asleep.. using the shadows of the alley as his ally he found the petty criminals in this forsaken part of town easy pickings.. his methods were considered dubiously cruel but effective and over the last few months has made a small name that is whispered by cons and innocents alike. Nepenthes was born.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT="Garamond"][COLOR="DarkRed"]Apparently he wasn't that Keen of a observer because the Voice that belonged to the one named Lupin had caught him off guard and once his full attention had been pulled from looking around a bit further he began to releize that several voices had been echoing behind a decent sized outcropping of rocks. Turning his attention and eyes towards the source of th voice and debating on answering for a moment as he looked at the Older man who vaguely appeared to be older then any of the other's here. When he did answer his voice was soft and would carry but in a way that was hard to hear beyond a few feet. [b]Yeah i guess that would be a wise assumption Considering the scenery.[/B] Hefting the book for a moment he tilted his weight to the side so he was leaning and saw that behind the other was the same group of people from the ritual eariler minus one of the females and plus this male before him. Strangely there was something that urked him with a vague sense of familarity but his concious mind couldn't put a proverbal thumb on it. His Dark eyes seemed to reflect the eyes in a almost purplish manner as he scoped over the other as he attempted to figure out what seemed familar about the other when his eyes fell onto the ring and the strange lavender and dark blue tendrils that seemed to project off the little piece of jewelry. He let it slide for the moment but reserved the thought for a later date to ask to examine it closer as he went to answer the second question posed by the other. This response was even softer then before with a hint of the kid knowing what he was talking about and yet totally unsure. [B] I think it's a coded Book of shadows considering how it's laid out and writen in a rune alphabet.[/B] He was quiet for a few more minutes as he looked at the other for a moment before proceeding passed him to the rest of the group content to merely listen in for the moment The twins sort of knew him from school and the fact he had given them some other information that he had on hand a few times. The others he recognized as just people he sort of knew but really hadn't spoken to before. Looking at each of them a almost strange sense of relief fell over him and yet at the same time jealousy over the fact he wasn't here alone. Did they all really expect as much trouble as he did or perhaps they just thought themselves tough or perhaps simple minded. The jury was still out on that as he stood off a foot or two behind Ally and just listened.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[COLOR="DarkRed"][FONT="Garamond"]The smoke from the incense filled the room giving it a heavy heady odor of sandelwood, Sage and a number of other herbs as the monotone voices from the two leading the ritual gave up into the threads of magick that in his mind's eye swirled in dark hues around the room. Each person there was giving off a different "aura" that blended into the ceremony and seemed to mix and blend into the background lending a strange quality to all of this. As the Ritual came to a close the one known as Samuel Cromwell slowly opened his eyes Dispelling the light show in his mind as he looked through the slight haze at the smoke billowing off the small Alter in the center with a number of half burned and wet wax spilled over the cloth. The Circle of Salt around them was Swept away by one of those who had led the Spell to completation. A air of Disappointment could be felt as the young man looked around confused slightly. He had felt the undercurrents. It should have worked and there was no flash and/or bang that brought them to another plane of existence or portal to another dimension shimmering before them. Just a empty room with nothing but smoke and tools of the craft to be seen. A heavy sigh as he moved away from the one time circle and gathered his bag of Homework and headed out silently and unnoticed as was custom to his presence as of well forever it seemed. Ducking out into the cooler late afternoon air he began the short walk back to his Grandmothers small house set back on a old lot in town behind a rather unruly bush and he would let his mind fall to other matters as he moved with a quiet pace down the sidewalk and then up the path to the place he currently called home. Again as was normal his Grandmother was sleeping in her rocker and the teenager just threw together some food before heading up the stairs and into his room. His room was a collection of New age groups, Ritual ideas, A small Alter on his dresser held all his old candles and tools for his private practice next to Dresser was a Faint sky blue sheeted twin bed. Off white Curtains covered the only window in the room and in one corner sat a small table with a laptop case on top and a old wood chair next to it that served as his homework desk most of the time. The floor was hardwood but covered by a skimpy rug and as much room as possible was cleared away to give him room for a circle and such. Tossing his Bookbag on the table he sighed and taking the last bite of his sandwich he flopped back on the bed and sighed as he let his eyes drift shut for what he thought would only be a moment. Only when he opened his eyes again instead of a White ceiling he was Greeted by Dark purpish/blue clouds and the faint glow of moonlight. Startled he pushed himself to his feet and paused upon hearing a thud and a clink of metal on the hard rocky surface of a small Bluff he had been laying on. Looking for the source of the sound he found A Small dagger about two-thirds the size of his Forearm which after a bit of examining the runes and symbols set into the metal he concluded was much like the athame he used at home. Next to it half open was a book that was about four inches thick and about the size of a normal phonebook but set in a strangely Black dull Scaley skin hardcover form. Slipping the Ritual dagger into the leather wrist band under his Leather jacket he ran his fingers over the book's extrior for a moment before he picked it up and flipped to the page it was sort of open to and frowned in confusion at the strange gylph like writing. Flipping more towards the front of the book he managed to find a page that he could read.[/FONT] [FONT="Palatino Linotype"]" For whomever shalt finds this source of my knowledge I offer them but one hope. For in this land there is a terrible menace greater then any oridinary trouble that might befall you And your only hope is to find the way back to your own world before you too suffer my fate. Your in their world now.. Your in Nightmare.[/FONT] [FONT="Garamond"]It was signed at the bottom in a flowing script in the name of Argeneau Veacelian and the script went from tidy to hardly readable as if it had been scribbled in at a moment of urgentecy or in a terriblemanner to frighten off those who found the book. As the Teen closed the book and tucked it under a arm he spoted a small leather bag not far off moved to retreive it and slipped the book inside. For now he would just call it the book until he could figure out what it was. Looking around he hadn't seen anyone thusfar but who knows when that might change he figured as he set himself off to look around. [/FONT] [/COLOR]

[FONT="Book Antiqua"][COLOR="DarkRed"][I]If Human- Name: Samuel Cromwell Age: 15 Gender: Male Occupation: Occult Shop Assistent Personality: Overconfident and Arrogant in his ways but also quiet at the same time Brooding and reserved enough not to let it show like some Emo's. Angry most of the time and Afraid of really only one thing. He might not be as strong mortally as he hoped he was and that other's might see it making him paranoid. Appearance: See attachment Weapons: A Athame (Ritual Dagger) and a Book of Shadows ( Used as a reference guide) Bio: Samuel has always Had a Interest in Death and things that go bump in the night. Perhaps this has to do with his Parental figures untimely death or maybe his aging and Withering Grandmothers influenenal hand. Samuel is by all definations a male witch and an oddity all his own. The first male witch in a line of all females as far back as the thirteenth century. It came to no surprise of anyone that the young man would spawn interest in a place of nightmares and havok as the ultimate way to test himself and his so called magic. The Spell and Ritual completed and as he fell into a deep slumber and the hell that awaited the young witch found out to his horror that the ways of magic did not work the same in Nightmare as they did in the mortal realm. Leaving him in a State of utter horror and reliezation that most teenagers don't relieze till much later. You can die here and there isn't any grand force who will save your behind. Now it's a race against everything to Find the way back and If there is one. One can be sure he will never be the same again.[/I][/COLOR][/FONT]

[COLOR="Green"][B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Name:[/FONT][/B] [FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Creedence "Creed" Silberson[/FONT] [B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Age:[/FONT][/B][FONT="Palatino Linotype"]30 (Appearence of a Fifteen year old)[/FONT] [B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Race(Dwarf, Elf, Human, ect.):[/FONT][/B][FONT="Palatino Linotype"] Lupine Shapeshifter (Therathrope) *Aka* Lycanthrope[/FONT] [B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Side(Empire/Rebel):[/FONT][/B] [FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Rebel[/FONT] [B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Specification(Rider, Necromancer, Tamer):[/FONT][/B][FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Scout[/FONT] [B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Bio:[/FONT][/B] [FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Born Deep in the Woodlands and pass the Old and Crumbling Gates of the long forgotten City of Mystreas The Silberson Pack dwelled and Ran free. That was until the Empire came Weilding Man's Fire and Man's Pain torching their Forest home down to cinders. As the Flame Monsters Hunted and killed his pack one by one. The mere Pup at the time Creedence was one of three lucky or in some opinions unlucky ones that survived. Raised to speak only to the tounge of the Old men and Elves or that of the Wolven peoples forced the young orphans to stray away from their planed destinations and into Slavery for a time by the Empire. Enslaved and used as mere beasts of burden the Three Packmates spend many long and grueling years under the Cruel Taskmasters before the Rebel's minor strike led Him and his two breathern to freedom along with a small host of Humans, Elves and Dwarves and several other peoples. They pledged a Blood oath in the Elder language and gave their Lives to their saviors to do as they wished. Ever since that day the three have served the Rebellion with open hearts.[/FONT] [B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Appearance:[/FONT][/B] [FONT="Palatino Linotype"] See Below[/FONT] [B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Weapons:[/FONT][/B] [FONT="Palatino Linotype"] Fang and Claw[/FONT] [B][FONT="Comic Sans MS"]Personality:[/FONT][/B][FONT="Palatino Linotype"]Creedence is both a Soft and kind Hearted person as well as a fiercely Loyal and Reliable Member of any group. He can be suspictious and at times sort of Thick headed and Dumb about some things. His Greatest Weakness is his relience for defense and attack in his Lupine or Garou( Wolven) Form and his truthfulness even if at times it's only half the truth.[/FONT][/COLOR]

* borrows The former Digimon Queen Ginny's Mod rod and Rips a hole in the fabric of time and space. After pulling something completel out of the rip and then sealing it back up he returns the Mod Rod* Ok.. whatever.. Hell Determination has always been a trait i have seen from Kredion so whatever works for you people. I am not completely unreasonable. Now let me see.. Who can i have for a Digimon.. *evil grin* Oh this could be fun.

He looked stunned as the little Blue monster leaped into Battle. His spirit in this was admirable. But suidical against a opponent many times his size and weight. This was a one sided battle and it didn't favor the little man. As the Blue monster yelled for him to find the others. He Froze for only a second or two before dashing off towards and into the forest the way he had come As Branches and thorns Tore at his Clothing he bitterly cursed himself out for wandering off in this strange land. He had just basically asked for this to happen. He stumbled into the clearing and slipped falling over onto a knee. Skinning it in the process which made his hiss a bit as he pushed himself back to his feet and said in a tumble of quick spoken words that would likely have to be repeated." I went of f to think and then these three weird little Blue purple Tadpoles started talking to me and said something about this guardain and then they got swept away by this wave and this Big Serpent like thing popped out and then Veemon attacked him and i think he's in deep trouble." He took a inhale air trying to catch his breath.

I Know that and it was a point i was sort of counting on.. Many people jokely call it the Empathic Tether which kind of makes sense. Kredion has alot to learn.. and he could from others.. but i think the others might just end up learning a thing or two from him. Caution and overthinking being his normal nature he isn't against physical violence. But refrains from it unless a situation requires it.. or he's just annoyed. Seriously though.. who here would find it funny as heck if he comes running back with a Seadramon on his tail.. heh Maybe it's just my ironic sense of humor. Oh and the way i had seen it was Kredion Looked at Veemon not as in making Eyecontact but just to look at the oddity as it was.. and that sort of sparked his mind into thinking mode. ~Ugamon~

[QUOTE=PyrusDragon;810048 Should my next post have Veemon ready to attack Seadramon or maybe looking for Kredion. Either way is fine, I'm just a bit confused.[/QUOTE] Doing Both would be most beleiveable.. Considering it like a twenty to thirty foot serpent it wouldn't be undisputible to see it through the treetops. However A strategic Hit and Run might not be a bad idea.. hehe Considering this is a Rookie Vs a Champion. Not to mention this Seadramon is really only upset that someone is tresspassing on what he sees as his domain.

[url]http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Digimon_Wiki[/url] Here is a place to look up a few Ideas for Digimon. As for Personalities.. Kredions for example.. He might seem like he is acting tough because of the simple fact being he is a paraniod schizophrenic Thus he can't trust himself much less others. As we go on we will learn more about how this happened and eventually how he fixes it.. Gotta love the digital world Where the shaping of reality is only as frim as our grasp of it and your belief of it. Often he gets annoyed and well scared and manifests it as hate on him and others. He does bottle up emotions and refuses to let himself seem weak because in a way the people outside he feels would pounce on that and use it to in a sense destory him.. Any questions?

OOC; First off Kredion doesn't do worry.. Since i was busy and unable to post however.. I will over look this misguided attempt at his personality.. Oh and second.. Controling another's Character like that is considered a form of God Mod just so ya know. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kredion Clenched the odd little device in his hand. His Strange light brown eyes that almost appeared to be a dark yellow Gazed at the fallen Champion level on the ground as if daring the Creature to move. He then flicked his glance over to Veemon and then back to the creature on the ground and gave a grunt as he turned and walked through the foilage behind him. Obviously not caring what the outcome of this was. As he walked away he looked at the device in his hand. Leaves and Branches brushed against his Shoulders and arms as he walked. One even smacked him lightly in the head. Still he walked forward until he came to a small Stream With a large tree of some sorts sitting by the Bank of the stream. He walked over to the tree and Leaned against it's trunk and Slid down until his bum hit the ground and Placed his Elbows on the top of his knees while he held the Digivice in his cupped hand. He looked the device over.. The odd symbols that ran in a weird circle around the Screen. The color, Strange heaviness forsuch a small Object. He even looked at the buttons as he tried to figure them out. A Sudden Splash caught his attention and he saw the ripples in the water Before a stream of water shot out and smacked him in the face. Wiping the water from his face with the back of his hand He growled in annoyence as he pushed himself up using the tree trunk behind him and Shouted. " Who did that!". A trio of Small Bluish- Purple Tadpole like things popped up out of the water and seemed to giggle in a musical voice. The first said." Does it matter?" The second." I think not." The last one. " He should be quiet or he might wake The Lake guardain.." The Second one." Oh yeah you don't want to wake the Lake guardain." The third." No no no.. That is not a good idea." He Looked at them and said." what are you three babbling about And better yet who are you?" The Three digimon looked at each other and seemed to whisper before turning their attention back onto him and said." Otamamon is the name." The voice said in Union.. and Perhaps a wee bit to high.. As a rumbling from upstream was heard. They all looked that way as a Large wave roared down the Stream and the Otamamon gave crys of Surprise as they were Swept away in the current. He backed up as the water splashed on the bank. and the glint of something shiney was seen upstream. As it grew closer a Head of what seemed to be a giant Sea serpent with a large Yellow head and a sharply Contrasted Blue Body and what appeared to be a red Tail. As it thrusted it's head out of the water and pulled itself up to it's full height. Kredion's Digivice gave a Soft glow and a screen Appeared with the following information. Seadramon Champion Level [url]http://images.wikia.com/digimon/images/4/49/Seadramon.jpg[/url] Attacks including Ice Blast, Ice Arrow, Water Breath and Tail Swifter. Seadramon are highly protective of their domains and are rumored to eat anything that falls in the water. They generally Live in lakes, small Seas, Large streams or the Oceans of the Digital world And their hunger for food is only Surpassed by their Agressive nature. That made Kredion Light brown eyed Gaze to shift up and mutter at the Giant sea serpent like digimon." Great.. Just f%^ing Great."

DigiDestined Sign-Up Sheet [B][Name][/B] [COLOR="DarkRed"]Kredion Akima[/COLOR] [B][Age][/B] [COLOR="DarkRed"]13[/COLOR] [B][Gender][/B] [COLOR="DarkRed"]Male[/COLOR] [B][Appearance][/B] [url]http://photobucket.com/mediadetail/?media=http%3A%2F%2Fi39.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fe200%2Fwallpaperboi%2FMale%2Fskateboarder.jpg&searchTerm=anime%20male&pageOffset=7[/url] [B][Crest] [/B][COLOR="DarkRed"]Memory[/COLOR] [B][Background][/B] [I][COLOR="DarkRed"]Kredion was born into a family of Semi rich parents and a younger brother named Kabu. He Believes that people were always against him after his Family couldn't give a care what happened to him. So he started hanging out with several street gangs that eventually would lead to jacking Cars and motercycles. Unfortunally for him. He and several others got caught. After a few nights in jail his parents finally bailed him out and sent on a two week trip to a boot camp to straighten him out. He recently got back and is now getting back to his life as a normal young teen. [/COLOR][/I]