The Harlequin

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Name: Rune Syvestine Age: 27 Hair: Light brown, falls two inches past her shoulders. Eyes: Pale, watery blue. Height: 175cm Weight: 55 kgs Department: Counter terrorism Rank: Private, technically... Weapons: MEU (SOC) Pistol, two black tonfas. (They're weapons that look a lot like Nightsticks) Skills: Hand to hand combat, tactics, survival. Strengths: Agility, Dexterity, nothing fazes her. [edit]I am keeping the tonfas. I'll accede to the rest.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Physically: Probably what I can do with my body, rather than my body itself. If anyone even thinks of taking that the wrong way... Personality: I am the most blasé person I know.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Vyrim jumped down from the bridge way, the drop a little hinderence. The darkness and wet bothered him even less. After years living in this place, one more dank night wasn't going to faze him. At the centre of the forest stood a grove of huge trees, which were now conveniently lined with walkways anywhere between five and fifty metres above the ground, and a few larger platforms that could be called rooms. It was a strange house, but it served the ex-druid dristyrtk turned ranger well. Of course, the fact that the grove also housed multiples "bunkers" of assorted weapons, foodstuffs, and other supplies to last out a "seige" was incidental. The creatures in this region, as with most creatures actually, disliked those of his race, and many him particularly, quite severely. He touched the ground lightly, the briefly exposed metallic grey skin of his wrists as he flexed his hands glinting in the moonlight. The leather gloves and long sleeved tight fitting, warm woolen shirt with leather overshirt serving to hide any other incidental flash. His hair, stark white, and two inches past his shoulders, was tied back, but still in plain view, but somehow not reflecting moonlight. His boots made no sound over the icy ground, as he made his way through the grove with the kind of nightvision only one subterranean could ever acheive. More than one creature, remnants of his druidic days in some cases, had warned him of approaching strangers, and strangers were rarely welcome news, even if it only involved him resucing them from the unsavoury critters about.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Name: Rune Age: 27 Height: 5' 10" Appearance: Despite several years in the Republic, Rune still has the air of an outsider. The fact that she has light brown hair, pale, watery blue eyes and skin that is strangely untouched by the skin, though not dead white, not to mention the black leather pants. Also wears a black dobuk, but strangely that doesn't seem to offset her accent... She's fit, and not in the least bit fat, but is by no means overly strong. She relies mainly on speed, and a certain blasé air that can really only have ever come from someone who was born in a country where the entire world was out to get you. (Australia) Weapon: Twin tonfa. Two of what is shown in the picture basically. [img]http://www.karatedepot.com/catalog/images/items/wp-to-01.jpg[/img] Special Skill: In horrible situations, people have been known to say that the event seems to happen in slow motion, that their perceptions seem to react faster than normal. Rune can do this at will. Watching her once she returns to normality is like watching a cripple relearning how to walk...Perception changes everything.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Do yourself a favour Liam. Become a Nihilist. Not admitting that the world is a sick sad place is easier when things like morality are out of the picture. We do it anyway, but if we didn't want to, we'd have justification. Oh, by the way Cloricus, what makes you think that just because it isn't in the Bible, it can't be "immoral". You've got to take things for the spirit intended, rather than the letter. Remember what Fr. McCormack (or however he spells his name) was on about? (I'm not trying to argue with Deus's point about taking it literally, so could anyone inclinded to start a debate about that please leave me alone. For once?) ....Someone tell me why I just argued in favour of a religious concept. Anyway, on the topic of pornography, I'd like to point out that another surprisingly common useage of pornography is by couples, for whatever reason they choose. So it's not just adolescent males who know they really have no chance to ever actually get with a girl in their lives. No further comment in case this conversation gets a little....I'll leave it there.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson].... .... ....Right.... Pig figurine....Interesting choice of things to help deal with bereavement. From the limited (a.k.a. none whatsoever) knowledge I have of the assumed novel involved, I can't find any problems, asiding maybe one or two phrasing things, but I wasn't really looking for spelling/grammer etc.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Name: Ciiahn Telecanter Age: 3625 Affiliation: Loner, has very little concern for the mortal, or even demi-mortal, world anymore. Weapons: Absolutely none. He does rely on plain physical attacks, not that they've been necessary so far. Description: Six foot tall, and slender. Skin is dead white, hair is long and black. Eyes are dark grey, with black flecks. Lips are blackened. Wears a leather shirt and breeches, that are somewhat tattered in places, and a very tattered black cloak. Doesn't bother much with shoes, unless he actually appears in public. Bio: Ciiahn is one of the First, that small number of vampyres made by the Primary of the species, who went into the sun mere decades after Ciiahn's creation. Ciiahn himself was the eight vampyre created, the others long since died, many at their own hands. As one of the oldest left, Ciiahn has long retired from mortal concerns and world, and has little to fear from anyone. Least of all some kind of virus, something that couldn't effect a body which required nearly nothing. Blood itself was a rare need these days. Ciiahn, long in solitude, has returned to the world as an avenger, to right the balance. The only problem is his lack of familiarlarity with the mortal world.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Just make it philosophy. Depression always get into "what's the point of (insert random entity here" anyway, so why not put it in a forum that is at least constructive? Ulterior motive? Me? Certainly not... Just because I've stood by the idea that we need a philosphy forum..[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Eh, why not. It doesn't really matter, we should all be willing to wait...[/font][/color] [quote]Besides, I'm going to kick all of ya'lls asses. o.

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Yvonne was curled up in her room, unsure whether she was sad or angry. She'd been like that for a while, either fifteen minutes or a week. She was certain it was one of the two, but not really certain which one. The phone rang, jolting her out of her reverie, and the choices it could bring leapt spinning into her head. Once it got past Option CZ though, she gave up trying analyse them, even if it only took an instant. She simply rolled over, hoping the bed remained where she remembered it, and flung her hand out, which thankfully landed on the phone. She picked it up, hoping she remembered how to talk.[/I] "Aurora?" [I]That one word knocked her haziness into sharp clarity. No one here knew that name, not yet. And the voice...[/I] Yvonne: Yuri? Yuri: Yes, it's me. Your mother's here. Yvonne: Don't put her on. I don't want to talk to her for quite a long time. Yuri: She says you might be able to return here in a month or two. [I]Yvonne's bitterness must have come crashing through, because the next thing she knew, she was speaking in a harsh, unpausing diction.[/I] Yvonne: And what the hell am I supposed to do until then? Live in this hell hole of a city without any kind of succour, no income unless I get some crappy part time job where I'll either be exploited, raped or abused, or perhaps prostitution? Is that what she expects me to do? And what the hell did she do with that wreck that used to be my father? How do I know she won't do the same to me? [I]Yuri was calm, as he always was. Well, there were a few times when he wasn't, but this wasn't the time or place to discuss them...[/I] Yuri: Check you're account. You're somewhat richer than you previously were. Insurance, you know. [I]Yvonne felt somewhat sick, somewhat relieved. She wasn't sure which. But she heard her mother say goodbye to Yuri, which meant he was all hers, and just what she needed to get herself out of this mess.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]One comes with the other. If you know, and practice the theory, then you perform the moves well. You cannot perform truly effective moves without the theory, no matter how good anyone is. I'm not saying you have to be taught the theory, you just have to understand it. Oh, and actually, I'm quite good at using what I know. Ask anyone in my dojang.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]SPELLCHECKER!!!! YES YES YES!!!! *Dances around angrily* And if it could be made automatic!!! Egad that has been sorely needed.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Well, I did karate for years, and got to one level below black before the stupid organisation did a runner, then a few years later I took up Tae Kwon Do and realised just how annoying karate is. As a style, it's not mobile enough. Sometime very soon, I very much intend to take up nanigata, even though it doesn't exist in Australia, Wing Chun, and anything that uses kamas, nunchukas, kasurigamas, sais, bo, jo, escrima staff, you know the drill. Well, I do anyway. But then, my Tae Kwon Do instructor says I'm a natural at this...Which is why I can use most of those weapons already...hehehe.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]I get that feeling when I wake up in the morning, and I realise it's actually sometime a few hours after noon...Trust me, happens all the time. Actually, I only really get it when I get to school and there is this sudden silence... I don't trust that. The most recent time I got it was when I opened this thread, and saw LA's banner and avatar....Creepy.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Name: Raven Telecanter Element: Death Appearance: Six foot tall, and very slender. Hair is black, and falls freely to his shoulders. Wears black pants and a black brigandine that leaves his arms bear. Black leather bracers with onyx inset. Also wears a black sleeved cloak. Equipment: Asiding what he's wearing, he also carries a black dagger, the blade waved, the hilt skeletal, the pommel a skull. A channel for etheric negative energy. Bio: Raven was always closely associated with death, even to his name. Anytime a pet in his village died, he was blamed. Sickness was attributed to him. He grew to love the notoriety, often doing rash things (thus his strengths/weaknesses below) to gain a reputation. His ability to manipulate lifeforce manifested later than average, and in a small way at first. When he got sick, those around him did too, then he miraculously recovered. When something died nearby, he always knew, and his eyes seemed a little brighter. Raven was eventually exiled from his village, and he walked away whistling. He was found by an old, withered man by the name of Sky'jul, who educated him, and schooled his power. Raven now is merely a wanderer, with an uncanny fascination for the macabre. Strengths: +4 dexterity, +1 weaponry Weaknesses -2 Wisdom (He's not stupid, but does stupid things) , -2 Social (people don't interact with him well, and tend to hate him) I'll edit the strengths and weaknesses if required.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Vichante heard Lifé's remark, but his horse didn't seem interested. Vichante was willing to allow him to wear himself out, even though that would be a mental thing rather than a physical thing. A creature such as Drystaarth was not concerned with stamina, but he did get bored quite easily. They continued apace, Drystaarth with teeth, more fanglike than any natural horse, bared. Vichante turned to Lifé, noting that she was allowing her horse its own behaviour as well.[/I] Vichante: You know, this could just make this journey a mite faster than expected. Lifé: It's up to them, and it's not like we don't all have things to do. [I]Vichante looked critically at Drystaarth.[/I] Vichante: Oh, he has places to be alright. But I'm not too sure he really wants to go back to them. Lifé: I thought he would prefer Dhirak's plane. Vichante: Not as interesting.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]He considered finding, and promptly throwing, foresaid badger, but he somehow felt that the critter would side against him. Like most of the free world these days it seemed. It was strange. Darkness was his element, but so far the surface's darkness has just been a pain in the ***. Waiting until morning before working out exactly how to even whatever intangible score existed seemed preferable to slipping even further behind. Whether Lifé was truly asleep or not, after the events of tonight, became immaterial. Rali did fall asleep, and wasn't willing to awake until his eyelids felt light touch them.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]If you haven't rped with me before, this sign up will make no sense to you... Name: Lacroix s'Xalerian Weapon: Twin kamas Bio: After doing just about everything possible in OB's Adventure Arena, Lacroix had a bit of a break down, moved in with the Harlequin a few weeks, before running off into the forest when he found out Alastuin was pregnant. Came back and bummed around a bit, and decided it was his time for his triumphant return.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Name: Ciiahn Telecantar Age: 27 Tribe: Losadunai Weapon: A club studded with teeth from various beasts. Occupation: Alpha hunter Appearance: Six foot three, though slender. Ragged blond hair, with heavy facial hair. Think Norse Viking. Description: Basically, he's a brute. He brings in a lot of meat, but only because he really likes hitting things. Typical primitive.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Yvonne checked the door, locked. She sighed and knocked. If she didn't have the good grace to be home... No answer. She yelled, and again got no response. The security screen outside the door was easy enough to unlock. She simply cut the screen away, reached in, and flicked the catch up. She withdrew her hand, wincing as it twisted through the metal grate. Opening the screen, she found the inner wooden door to be locked as well. This one took a little more effort. One of the perks about coming from a city that existed on the edge of civilisation, where law was secondary, is that you learn this kind of thing early. And you have all the right stuff... Reaching into he quite deep pockets, she pulled out her pick set, opening the door in a matter of seconds. She walked in, and immediately stopped. She could smell the alcohol. Her father had taken to drinking lately. There was a stillness in the air, a stale kind of musty stillness that didn't exactly inspire confidence. The room was dark, but she was more than willing to stand motionless and allow her eyes to adjust. The rate at which her stomach was dropping wasn't really making this any easier. She come home to him drunk before, but he was always loud, even if only snoring. That the door was locked was another sign something was wrong. Her reluctance turned to a blind desire to know what had happened. She stumbled forward, running into the table. She put her hands down, and discovered a piece of paper, where her mother always kept the table clear and spotless. Trembling, she went back outside into the light.[/I] "Yvonne dearest It's too much, I can't take it anymore. I've left. Gone home. You're father...he's grown too slovenly, too abusive. I can't live with it anymore. I intended to take you with me, but you were at school, and I think he knew I was going to go there. Don't worry about where he is now, don't go looking for him. I'm so sorry to leave you on your own like this, but I know you'll handle yourself. Love, mum." [I]Yvonne dropped the piece of paper, and sank to her knees. Her mother had abandoned her. Her father was probably dead, and wouldn't be coming back. She was alone. But her mother...she had gone HOME! And hadn't taken her. For abandoning her, Yvonne could forgive her. But the fact that she had left Yvonne in this hell hole....that was inexcusable. Yvonne slowly stood up, and walked back inside, at last finding the presence of mind to turn the light on. Her mother had cleaned up before she had left, the only remaining sign the stale smell. Yvonne numbly opened the window, not opening the curtains. She turned the light off, and found her way by touch to her room. She doubted she'd leave for several days.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]The sudden flood of people from the city out to the hills probably meant that it was the right thing to do, so Kattarin shrugged and went along with it. The vast field was being traversed by countless people, in some kind of chaotic dance that moved to a tune Kattarin certainly couldn't hear. In this situation, the best thing to do was ye olde Zen navigation. Find someone who looked like they knew where they were going, and follow them. Unfortuantely, everyone seemed as confused as she did. Kattarin picked up her pace slightly, if only not to seem completely ignorant. Speed made people think you had a purpose. When nothing seemed to happen, and slight landmarks she didn't yet know enough to recognise seemed no closer, she swore in slight frustration and stopped.[/I] "Don't get it either?" [I]This time, Kattarin made sure to turn around very slowly.[/I] Kattarin: I swear, more people have crept up on me in the few hours I've been here than in the rest of my natural life. [I]The girl, a slender, long haired Sky Runner, laughed in appreciation. With a slight inclination of the head, the two started walking, gaining confidence in numbers.[/I] Kattarin: Kattarin Telecantar "Celestine" [I]The dots on the horizon seemed closer immediately.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][B]If you could choose only one new BIG feature for OtakuBoards, what would it be?[/B] Probably custom titles, even though I'd get bored with it after a while. Other than that, I think OB is pretty right. [B]If you could only add one new forum to OtakuBoards, what would it be?[/B] Probably something like philosophy. Poetry is all well and good, and threads in Otaku Lounge are fine, but hell, these days they're all just "I'm depressed". [B]Would you like to see a closer link between OtakuBoards and sister site, theOtaku.com?[/B] Never visited the site, so I really don't give a damn. [B]Would you like to see OtakuBoards open an affiliation program with other message boards[/B] Unless it's something like DrinkDeeplyandDream, than no. Most forums deserve to be shot. Preferably in the kneecaps. [B]Do you feel that theOtaku.com's chat system should be linked to OtakuBoards?[/B] theOtaku.com has a chat system? Are you satisfied with the level of spam control on OtakuBoards? Yeah, it's pretty damn good. Although I don't quite trust that certain moderators will not have to change their name and move to Mexico at certain points, all things considered... [B]If I could access Otaku Boards on a handheld device, I would shoot myself for possessing one. So no.[/B] [B]Is it more important to have a large variety of skins, or smaller (and higher quality) range of skins?[/B]Tell the truth, I don't really care what exactly it looks like. [B]Would you prefer to have anime/gaming-themed skins or completely original works?[/B] Preferably original. If they have to be anime, why not those ones that appear on SBS at about midnight everynow and again. I'm sure James knows what I'm talking about. [B]Do you actively engage Moderators and Category Moderators if you are having problems on OB?[/B] If I had a problem, I would. If I caused a problem, which is more likely, I'd probably sleep on it. [B]Are you satisfied with OtakuBoards' child protection policies?[/B] You notice there's been a bit of a trend getting around them with alt-codes and whatever now? Just a hint, if you're really serious.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]If you're gonna eat me...make it with fish okay?[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]For someone who had trained for a good five years with this kind of weapon, this was going harder than she expected. Kattarin found that performing actions through focused mental processes rather than muscle memory was a lot harder than it looked. When she got it right though, it surpassed everything she'd acheived physically. The newbies around her seemed to meet with similar success, so she doubted it was anything special. She spun the kasurigama through her hands, changing grip with a strange ease. Physical dexterity was no match for mental manipulation, thoughts moving faster than fingers ever could. Her muscles slowly adapted, and from where she had planted her feet, she started throwing in other motions, things she'd known physically. Why Flynn thought so much in character was something he didn't even understand, by the way... Each time, Kattarin found it easier to pick something up. She very much doubted though, that this would be all she'd need. You could only hit things so many times. There were situations where she might actually need to interact with other beings, most of which could probably kick her *** if they felt like it. Satisfied with her physical status, she left the field, nearly running into a Heavy Axe on the southern edge. She nodded to him in apology, and walked off, moving into a bustling street.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]...You've been playing Werewolf: The Apocalypse too much in my opinion. I just have one question about that thing though...don't these people have anything better to do with their time than try and edify themselves?[/font][/color]