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[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Dude, this thread is awesome. You've taught me [I]so[/I] much. Like your witty message to leave if she doesn't answer? Yeah, telling a woman to wear a diaper is [I]really[/I] going to make her want to call you, [I]Master[/I]. And no, of [I]course[/I] we shouldn't care about [I]them[/I] more then ourselves. Because, as we all know, men [I]are[/I] the superior sex. Who are they trying to kid, thinking [I]we[/I] should buy them [I]gifts[/I] and make them feel [I]special[/I], when they so clearly aren't. I mean, since with your [I]brilliant[/I] formula we can easily grab tens of thousands of chicks at the same time! -New Player and Biggest Fan, ULX[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Bloody brilliant, my friend [B]Name[/B]: Xairiel Noctus Malebranche (Shai-ree-el Noctus Mal-eh-branch) [B]Age[/B]: 29 [B]Description[/B]: *see attachment* Minus the blade jutting from his arm. His favorite outfit, however, is not the one pictured. Being a man of gothic elegance, he prefers a black, white, or red silk shirt, black pants of any fine fabric, and an extravegant black cloak or long coat. He is rarely seen without several pieces of jewelery as well: [I]A silver cross necklace with four shards of ruby in the center. A silver sword pendant with a diamond in the hilt. A silver pentagram necklace with a black opal in the center. A silver dragon ring. A white-gold ring with a large black opal.[/I] [B]Personality[/B]: Xairiel is a man split in twain. On the surface, he is charming and witty, a brilliant mind with a careful tongue and glorious word always poised to flatter anyone in his general area. He is brilliant, articulate, with a masterful command of the English language. He regularly steals the hearts of women, and earns the admiration of men. But beneath the golden veneer of his public life, Xairiel is the most dangerous man you could ever meet. Less known than his reputation for winning the hands of ladies is holding grudges until his enemies meet death. In battle, he is sadistic and merciless, drawing out death to a painful experience rivalling the fires of hell. His fury is legendary, his tongue sharp as steel. [B]Weapons[/B]: While just about anything in the psychotic Xairiel's hands can easily become a deadly weapon, he always makes sure to keep Ebron and Ier (twin swords with black and white hilts, respectively) close at hand. [B]Introductions are in Order[/B]: Xairiel sat in his dim bedchamber on the edge of his blood red silk sheets. Ier lay next to him, and Ebron was lain across his waist. He held the blade gently, polishing it with a scrap of cloth. Suddenly, the doors flung open, light flooding the dark room. Xairiel was on his feet in an istant, Ebron pointed to the doorway. A skinny, pale blonde woman in a scimpy, rich black dress stood with arms crossed, thick red lips pouting as her vivid green eyes flashed. "Xairiel, you said you'd take me to the ball tonight," whined the blonde. "I want to go [I]now[/I]." "Bloody wench, you nearly made me kill you," snarled Xairiel. "And you should know I say a [I]lot[/I] of things I don't mean, Miranda." Miranda took a step back, her petulant glare faltering, but she quickly walked up to Xairiel as he turned to place Ebron on the bed next to Ier. "Please Xai," she cooed, making sure to rub up against him. "It would mean [I]so[/I] much if you took me. I mean, everyone will be there; Sarra Kleinholt, Rienhart Tarriey, Goran Kier..." "Kier will be there!?" Xairiel snapped. He whirled on Miranda, grabbing her roughly by the shoulders. She stared at his burning blue eyes in fear. "Y...yes..." Xairiel quickly let go, and Miranda fell to the floor, sniffling. The silver-haired man paced towards his swords, drawing up Ier. "Perhaps we [I]will[/I] go, Miranda," Xairiel sneered, watching her reflection in Ier's highly polished blade. "I do have some business with Mr. Kier." Miranda's face lit up and she quickly rose against Xairiel's body, pressing hard against his muscular frame. "Oh, thank you lover," she cooed. "I'll make sure to repay you." [I]Finally dealing with Kier is enough payment for me, you little slut,[/I] Xairiel thought. [I]But I suppose I shan't turn her down.[/I] A wicked smile played on his face as he led Miranda into the hallway, Ier held securely by his side. True, he had just polished it, but he knew quite well by know how to easily remove blood stains.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Well, I think there's enough here to start the RPG. It's right [URL=http://otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=43821]here[/URL]. So go wild, hold tight, and drink deep...that was lame, wasn't it? -ULX[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Actually, I wasn't linking South Park to Eminem. I was referencing the Thanksgiving episode that featured Timmy in their school play of [I]The Miracle Worker[/I]. It could've been considered as making fun of Helen Keller. In attempting to make a joke, I instead created more controversy. Great. -ULX[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1][CENTER]Name: Takeda Kana Country: Japan Age: 15 Gender: Male Personality: Kana is usually cool-headed and suave, even going as far as a (self porfessed) Casanova. However, especially in battle, he can be brone to violent outbursts, a product of his short temper. He loves playing with people's minds, is very cocky in battle, and he never backs down from a challange. Team: Night Blade Appearance: Kana is of average height, with a lean, muscular build, kept from years of martial arts. He has silver hair that reaches around shoulder length. His eyes are a deep gray that changes color based on his moods (or so he says). He is pale and his body is laced with scars, the most prominent a large gash across his chest. Despite this, he is quite handsome, known for seducing his female opponents. He wears a simple outfit of a black t-shirt, black jeans, and a black trench-coat. Around his neck is a silver chain with a pentagon at the end. He wears a large, simple, silver ring and a more elaborate silver dragon ring. He also has a silver skull belt-buckle. Beyblade: Dark Leopard Metal Sweeper Stats: Attack Ring- A ****/D **/E *** Weight Disk- A **/D */E *** Running Core- A **/D */E **[/CENTER][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[CENTER][COLOR=Red][SIZE=4]War of the Blood[/SIZE][/COLOR][/CENTER] [SIZE=1][COLOR=SlateGray]The bright Venetian sun filtered through the scattered clouds illuminating the crowded street. A few white shapes floated across the azure blue sky, a comforting memory of childhood locked in their puffy forms that mimicked flowers, trains, and elephants on unicycles. The people walking on the sidewalks spoke in rapid Italian, most smiling and holding hands with their companions. Italian was, after all, one of the romantic languages, so it made sense that they would be a romantic people. Love populated this hot, sunny spring day. No one noticed the lone man sitting beneath the wide parasol. Had they noticed, they would have been struck by his achingly handsome countenance, his dark complexion, and his platinum silver hair that hung long and loose. He sipped a cup of dark, sweet smelling liquid as his eyes flickered at the paper he held in one slender-fingered hand. A silver dragon wrapped around the ring finger, a large silver band around the middle. Beyond his silver hair and beautiful face, he was an unremarkable young man. Clad in dark slacks and a wine-red t-shirt, he blended into the crowd easily. The heavy, ornate silver cross the hung around his neck glinted in the sunlight, shining in the shadows cast by the umbrella overhead. He leaned back slowly, smiling, a single strand of silver hair dangling outside the gloom he wrapped himself within. His smile was placid and simple...but seemed to be masking something. The handsome young man had a darkness around him, darker than the shadows of the parasol. With a low rustle, a cloaked figure appeared in the chair opposite the young man. The other person was swathed in a dark robe, his only distinguishing features the eyes that glinted out from behind his hood. "I have the information you requested," said the cloaked man, in heavely accented English. His speech felt out of place in the Venitian sun, not just his accent but his tone. "Grazie, Khmer," said the smiling man. The cloaked man reached into his dark robes and pulled out a sheif of ivory paper. The young man, in turn, fished around in the pocket of his slacks, drawing forth a large amethyst hanging from a golden chain. "Is it truly the Night Amethyst?" gasped the cloaked man. "I believe it is called the [I]Soir Améthyste[/I], but yes," said the silver haired man. "The [I]Le Capitaine de les Soir[/I] did not wish to part with it, but I convinced him otherwise." "So, if I may ask, what business do you have with [I]Il Signore di Sangue[/I]?" asked Khmer. "Your Italian is much better than when we last me, Khmer," said the younger man, giving off a low chuckle. "I simply wish to aquire [I]Il Sangue Rubino[/I]." Khmer gasped again. "And what do you intend to buy with that little gem?" asked the man in the cloak. "Ah, that's for my personal collection," said the silver haired man. "I already know where to find the rest of the gems as well. On [I]Il Signore[/I] has managed to elude me so far." "And why would you give up the Amethyst?" Khmer asked, his voice taking on a hard edge. "Who said I gave it up?" asked the young man. The silver-haired man shot out his hand, grabbing Khmer's robes. The "spy" shot backwards, as if propelled by some great force, his cloak being ripped off. He was only visible for a brief moment, revealing himself to be a dark, older man of eastern descent, muscular and holding a knife in his hand. [I]So he was going to cheat me, eh?[/I] thought the young man. A second after skidding into the sun, Khmer burst into flames, the sun scorching his skin, causing it to melt away. He was reduced to blakened bones a second later, and they quickly crumbled into dust. The young man threw the cloak around himself, striding off into the sunglight. He picked up the Amthyst and sheet of paper off the table, leaving the paper he had been reading. It fluttered to the ground, sun crawling across stylish writing on the ivory shief of paper.... [I]Kuroichi, one of our men will meet you in Venice at three this afternoon. Be there on time, with the price you promised, and you shall recieve the information promised. [INDENT]-Khalid of the Gyshram[/INDENT][/I][/COLOR][/SIZE] [CENTER]~~~~~~~~~~[/CENTER] [COLOR=Red][SIZE=1]So begins the War of the Blood. I think I might need to explain a little about what Kuroichi is doing here. [I]Le Capitaine de les Soir[/I] and [I]Il Signore di Sangue[/I] are the Kerleks of France and Italy, respectively. Seven of the major Western European have Kerleks leading the Ijuuj in them (Spain, Italy, France, Germany, England, Ireland, and Greece). Each of the Kerleks has one of the seven gems that the Ijuuj are supposed to have forged that give them power over religious artifacts. Kuroichi intends to steal them to give power to his Clan, the Krilat Zmaj. In case you want to use them in any of your posts, the Kerleks and their gems are: Spain-El Capitan de Obscuridad (The Master of Darkness), keeper of La Piedra de la Luna del Obscuro (Dark Moonstone) Italy-Il Signore di Sangue (The Lord of Blood), keeper of Il Sangue Rubino (The Blood Ruby) France-Le Capitaine de les Soir (Captain of the Night), keeper of Le Soir Amethyste (The Night Amethyst) Germany-Die Fuhrer von Leichen (The Leader of Corpses), keeper of Die Leche Smaragd (The Corpse Emerald) Ireland-The King of Death, keeper of the Death Diamond (couldn't find a Gaelic Translator) England-The Fang Boss, keeper of the Pearl Fang Greece-The Emperor of Skulls, keeper of the Skull Sapphire (couldn't find a Romanized Greek translator, and am too lazy to directly translate Greek to English characters) I apologize if my translations are poor, as I only speak Spanish. The current characters (sign ups still wide open) are: Kuroichi of the Krilat Zmaj (ULX) Keitha of the Gyshram (demonchild781) Kali (Kare) of the Nyroma (Nefertimon) Abaddon of the Myrkur Aniol (Danethol) Elizabeth Archer of the Gwyar (Methuselah) Aaron Alexander of the Ijuuj (DragonBlood) Erald Lightfeather (Kyu Hitori) of the Gwyar (Reizou) Garyuu Zokusai the Human (kairiKIce2) Fight for power. Fight for honor. Fight for Blood.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[quote name='DeathBug']Helen Keller jokes all around![/quote] [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]I take it you don't like South Park, then? I don't like much rap, I'll get that out of the way. I can tolerate most of it, but don't necessarily enjoy listening to it, and generally won't chose to listen to it, given the option. Eminem is one of the few exceptions. I'll agree that with some of his songs, he takes things too far. It can get a little annoying, obscene, and even offensive. However, on the whole, he's good at what he does. And that's make himself known, good or bad. It's like they say; there's no such thing as bad publicity. Experiment: you walk down the street with boombox, playing one of Eminem's more popular tunes. I guaruntee you that, if you ask any people if they know who's playing, at least 75% willl know it's Eminem. Whether they tell you to turn it up or turn it off is unimportant. They know who he is. They will tell people who he is. And he will be known as long as there is breath in his lungs enough to rap with. Eminem is walking publicity, because he is an intelligent person. He knows how to get his name out. And whether you like him or not, you will remember him. -ULX[/SIZE][/COLOR]

This is my wallpaper. It's a Naruto BG I got off of narutoex.com, a great website. The copyright info is hidden by my taskbar, but it's still there.

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Religion...such a strange topic. I've never gotten too far into Religion, my motto being pretty much "I don't want to piss off the wrong God." For that reason, I've been an Agnostic for most of my life. Unlike Atheism (the absence of any religious belief, and generally the belief that there is no God and/or afterlife), Agnosticism is the absence of faith in any one thing, but the belief that anything COULD be right. My parents were both Agnostic (well, still are, I guess), and my grandmother and grandfather are Catholic (or Christian. To tell you the truth, I STILL don't get the distinction.), so I've had a little input from those two fronts. I've watched a lot of debates on TV about religion, had discussions with friends (one who's fairly devout, the other not so much), and have never really restricted myself to any one faith. I mean, I thought, maybe there is some guy up there watching us, and some guy below trying to get his hands on us. I've read Dante's Inferno, and plan to read the rest of the Divine Comedy. I've researched mythology, am in the process of reading the Chinese folktale Monkey (or Xi You Ji, Hsi Yu Ki, Saiyuki, etc.), and have even researched Demonology. Recently, while talking with my (Buddhist, if it matters) friend, I discovered a website called Godchecker.com, a great website that provides information about the Gods from Greece, Egypt, China, and many other sources. While looking at it later, I found a link to a website about Integrated Polytheism. I realize that many of you are think "wha?", and that was my reaction. I pretty much went, "Wow! Big word, sounds interesting." When I read up about it, I discovered that it was this "religion" (not sure if I'd call it that per se) that believed that any and all of the Gods from any and all mythologies could and possible were real, and existing to this day. It also stated that wisdom could come from any source, be it a four-year-old or a televangelist. There are some other principles, I think, but I can't really remember exactly right now. The point is, is that there was this faith that it could be argued was saying, "pray to everyone in case you pray to the wrong person." This is a crude, lose, and fairly offensive interpritation, but one that also, on a fundamental level, keyed in with my previous beliefs. I thought, if so many people believed so strongly that there were all these beings, and that some of them even entered the world, isn't there some possibility that they are real? Also, the finding wisdom in every source is a brilliant ideal, something that I had strived to do. That was pretty much my religious ephiphany. And almost all of it took place on the same Wednesday.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Red]Blood. Blood is life. Blood is a necessity that all are granted upon birth. Blood is a given, blood is a constant. Until you fall into Death's sweet embrace. Then, Blood is never taken for granted. We call those that have died and returned many names; Ghouls, Revenants, Zombies, the Undead. But when they seek blood, that purest source of life, we call them Vampires. Though they have permeated our culture, we see them as little more than fairy tales. The stuff of gothic romance novels, cheesy horror movies, and occasionally nightmares. But they exist, they walk, and they hunt. For eons they have walked among us, slowly stealing away our essence in the form of that rich, dark liquid. As they grew in number and power, evolved beyond the simple blood-suckers, they split apart. They formed the Clans. The Clans lived together in peace for centuries, millennia. Save the occasional squabble, things were calm among the Vampires. But when the one known as Kuroichi, the Dark Blood, rose to the world of the Vampire, he decided that things should not be this way. He started his own Clan, the first to start in a thousand years, and slowly he swept across the globe, calling to his brethren. They called him mad when he went the way of peace, so he decided to go the way of war. Thousands fell to Kuroichi's Clan. His bloodthirsty nature, demonic power, and trademark silver hair earned him his nickname...Demon of the Silver Hair. The Clans fought back, and he was pushed back to his homeland of Japan. His Clan dominated the island country, and he was pleased for a time. Unfortunately, the Japanese government finally decided to lash out against the Vampires. They started a secret project, seeking out a few hundred children born with a strange power. These children were trained in the martial arts of the world, becoming expert warriors. They were the Hunters, deigned to slay the Vampires once and for all. Kuroichi was intrigued by these warriors, and decided to test them. There was a great massacre, and many of the Hunters died at the hands of Kuroichi. However, still many lived on, to fight against the Vampires with greater fervor. Suddenly, the now-seasoned Hunters began to disappear. And at the same time, Kuroichi's Clan began to rise in power. The Hunters were becoming his Clansmen, and something had to be done before he became to great a threat. This began what would be known in the future as the War of the Blood. All of the Clans would cease to be, save one. One that would take over the world. It was just a matter of seeing who would reign supreme.[/COLOR][/SIZE] [CENTER]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/CENTER] [SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]It is your job to find out who gets the crown in the War of the Blood. One Clan must win, and your warriors will decide who. The Clans are: [B]Nyroma[/B] - The Nyroma own the lands of Eastern-Europe, governing the Vampires there with their great magical skill. Their illusions and spells are responsible for many of the myths surrounding Vampire lore. While the Nyroma aren't known for their physical prowess, they draw great fear in their knowledge and magic. Members: Kali (Kare)-Nefertimon [B]Knubrap[/B] - The Knubrap are the second newest Clan, existing wherever there is corruption, filth, and darkness. They are predominant in major American cities. The Knubrap are the basic Vampires, drawn together into their Clan out of necessity, rather than want. Though they have little power, their numbers are overwhelming, and they always know the terrain. Members: N/A [B]Zugai[/B] - Also known as the Skulls, the Zugai are violent, physically powerful, and deadly in numbers. They hate the Ijuuj above all others, seeing them as holier-than-thou scum that needs to be destroyed. The Zugai are resilient, strong, and have a never-may-die attitude that gives them an army of suicide soldiers to hurl against their foes. They are mostly found in the harsh terrain of Australia. Members: N/A [B]Ijuuj[/B] - The Ijuuj may be the most formal and strict of all the Vampire Clans. Acting as a religious order for Vampires, they fight against the reckless Anarchists of the Zugai Clan. The Ijuuj follow their leaders (called the Karla) with fanatical devotion comparable to human fantasists but their greatest asset is their resistance to holy objects, a usual weakness for Vampires. They exist mostly in Western Europe. Members: Aaron Alexander-DragonBlood [B]Mirichai[/B] - Militaristic and bloodthirsty, the Mirichai seek power amongst the Vampire community, their desire for one great Clan preempting Kuroichi's. They utilize advanced human weaponry, mainly guns, in their conquest for power. They make their home in the Southern US and Mexico. Members: N/A [B]Gyshram[/B] - Shadowy assassins, the Gyshram hire themselves out to anyone who can pay well enough. They are well known for never failing to kill a target. Their exceptional speed and agility, as well as the power to manipulate shadows, gives them an edge in this secret war. They generally hide out in the World's deserts. Members: Keitha-demonchild781 [B]Labareda[/B] - A Central American Clan of Vampires that routinely dip their hands into human (and criminal) affairs. Drug trafficking, assassination (often aided by the Gyshram), political takeovers, extortion, and murder are just a few of their daily activities. With coffers full and weapons a plenty, they might be a hard force to stop. Members: N/A [B]Myrkur Aniol[/B] - Though small, the Myrkur Aniol is by far one of the most dangerous of the Clans. Taking the names of Angels (Fallen or otherwise) upon their "creation?, the Myrkur use the power of name to strike fear into the hearts of others. And if that doesn't work, their inhuman power will. Members: Abaddon-Danethol [B]Krilat Zmaj[/B] - The powerful Clan lead by the Silver Haired Demon himself, Kuroichi. With the mysterious Power, a telekinetic energy, at the disposal of many a Krilat, and the use of near all Asia's Vampires, Kuroichi may be too great a force to defeat. Members: Kuroichi-ULX [B]Gwyar[/B] - The most ancient, wise, and powerful Vampires form the hallowed clan of the Gwyar. They show that Vampires truly are immortal, many of them present at the Crucifixion. It is rumored that their numbers include Dracula himself, and they are rumored to be lead by the very first Vampire. Members: Elizabeth Archer-Methuselah Erald Lightfeather-Reizou [B]Humans[/B]- Garyuu Zokusai (kairiKIce2) If being a Vampire is not your fancy, a few Humans should be thrown into the mix. I place no restrictions on the lives of the Humans, but know that they shouldn't have any real powers, unless you PM to see if you can be one of the last surviving members of the Project. [CENTER]--SIGN-UP SHEET--[/CENTER] Name: It should fit your region of origin. Remember that the Myrkur Aniol must have the name of an Angel. Nickname: If you have one. Age: From 20-2000. Gender: Male or Female. Species: While most will be Vampires, this is in case there's a human or two. Clan: Not necessary for human players. Appearance: Either a picture or a fairly detailed description. Weapons: Keep it basic unless you are a Mirichai or Labareda. Powers: Telekinesis, magic, Chi techniques, shadow control...keep it under control, let's say five powers/techniques each, and don't have too much power. Remember, Knubrap don't have much in the way of power. Personality: Bio: Not too long, but give me some info. Other: Anything else you feel necessary to include. Here's me: Name: Kuroichi (Takeda Kana) Nickname: Ginkami no Akuma or the Silver Haired Demon Age: Around 500 years old Gender: Male Species: Vampire Clan: Krilat Zmaj Appearance: I have a picture somewhere, but until I find it... Kuroichi is of average height, with a lean, muscular build, kept from years of martial arts. He has silver hair that reaches around shoulder length. His eyes are a deep gray that changes color based on his moods (or so he says). He is pale (he is a Vampire, after all), and his body is laced with scars, the most prominent a large gash across his chest. Despite this, he is quite handsome, known for seducing his female victims. He wears a simple outfit of a black t-shirt, black jeans, and a black trench-coat. Around his neck is a silver chain with a pentagon at the end. He wears a large, simple, silver ring and a more elaborate silver dragon ring. He also has a silver skull belt-buckle. Weapons: A katana that he calls Shinku no Umi (Crimson Sea) Powers: Kuroichi has the unique power to manipulate blood, be it his or another?s. He can change it into a very strong material, with which he crafts weapons, armor, and other structures. His favorite use for it is the Blood Mist, a cloud of incredibly small blood daggers that slowly cut anyone inside the mist to ribbons. He also seems to command the Power, though instead of its usual Gold color, it is a dark red. Personality: Kuroichi is suave, cool, and in control no matter what the situation. He is incredibly wise, as well, a quick thinker and a devious planner. He can be very manipulative at times, leading people into thinking exactly what he wants. When not conversing with pretty women or his equals, he can be very smug and cocky. He treats those he sees as inferior as inferiors, making his opinions of them known quite well. It takes a lot to earn his respect. When in a fight, Kuroichi is condescending to his foes, trading witty banter and leading his opponent into stupid mistakes. He is sadistic, cold, calculating, and merciless. Bio: Kuroichi (born Takeda Kana) was born during the Sengoku Period of Japan in the Kai province, shortly before Portuguese sailors reached Japan. He was trained in swordsmanship and the martial arts by his father, a high-ranking Samurai in Takeda Shingen's army. However, his father was killed in one of the Battles of Kawanakajima, the Battle of 1564. Kana was only in his early 20s. Kana left his home in the Kai province, seeking fortune elsewhere. While walking out near Kawanakajima itself, he was accosted by a filthy soldier. Kana nearly defeated the man, but he lashed out with unnatural strength, and bit Kana's neck. Days later, Kana awoke late at night, and found himself a Vampire. Kana was at first disgusted by his fate, casting off his name in favor of Kuroichi, meaning Black Blood. The name carried, but the disgust rapidly faded. He began to embrace his nature, learning to control his powers. His latent Power, a red energy force that could manipulate matter with no visible cause, was awoken during a fierce battle, the Siege of Osaka. Kuroichi had seen many empires fall. At the beginning of the Meiji Era, he scorned the modernization and the destruction of the Samurai Class, aiding in a few attacks against the new government. But as the country finally settled down, Kuroichi took flight, seeking powerful warriors. It was during a stay in Croatia, just before it?s becoming the Kingdom of Serbs, Croats, and Slovenes, Kuroichi met a powerful Vampire of the Nyroma Clan. The Vampire taught Kuroichi about the Vampire's existence, and their various Clans and past battles. Kuroichi did not believe that the Clans could last forever, and he and his teacher parted ways. It was during World War II, in the puppet state that Croatia had become, that Kuroichi decided to attack the Clans and form a new government. He decided that the current system had been in power far too long, and that a new system needed to replace it. He returned to Japan and rallied the Japanese Vampires to form the Krilat Zmaj (a word learned during his stays in Croatia). After his first attack on the Clans failed, Kuroichi decided to make the best of the situation, making the Krilat Zmaj the predominant Asian Clan. When the Japanese Government began the Project, he had to see what the "graduates" were capable of. He slaughtered many, turning some into Vampires, and left the others to hone their skills. Now, he is sweeping across the globe, gathering the Hunters into his Clan. Soon, he will bring an end to the Clans. And he [I]will[/I] be around to see the final results. Other: Nothing, really. So, go wild with your characters. I hope to get as many Clans as possible. Have fun, hold tight, and drink deep.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]I'm almost positive I haven't posted this here yet. [B][U][SIZE=3][CENTER]Silver Side Up By Unborn Lord Xion Inspired by Nickelback Chapter One: Never Again[/CENTER][/SIZE][/U][/B] DISCLAIMER: Digimon is owned by Toei and Bandai, and whoever else owns it at this point. Silver Side Up and all song titles are property of Nickelback. Nickelback is property of Roadrunner Records. A/N: This is my darkest work ever, I think, and deals with issues like murder, spousal abuse, rape, and other very nasty things. It contains strong language, violence, adult content, and sexual situations. It is also anti-Sorato, anti-Yamato/Matt, and contains negative representations of Sora. If you are opposed to or cannot read any of this material, do not read this fic. Thank you. Yamato Ishida stumbled into his home, drunk and angry. Ever since the Mars project (why the Hell did Toei have Yamato become an Astronaut?) had ended, he had been mostly without work and spent most of his time in a bar. Once handsome, the former teen-dream rock-star was now an unshaven, slightly overweight man in his late forties. His blonde hair was now short, and was streaked with veins of gray. He was clad in a checkered shirt, unbuttoned at the collar and sleeves. His pants were stained blue jeans, worn from wear. "Sora!" he yelled, words slurred by alcohol. "Sora, where are ya?" Sora Takenouch-Ishida stepped cautiously out of the kitchen, where she had been cleaning dishes. She was wearing a faded blue dress, and her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. Lines creased her pretty face, showing age and worry. Once vibrant and fiery, her eyes were dull and had lost their luster. "Yes, Yamato?" she asked, voice soft and nervous. "Where'sh my dinner," he slurred. He glared with blood-shot eyes. "I...I'm sorry, Yamato," she stammered. "But I've already cleaned up..." "Whaddaya mean!" he bellowed. Instantly, he had approached upon her. One large, calloused hand gripped the front of her dress, pulling her so close she could smell the acrid stench of cheep booze on his breath. "I...I'm sorry...I didn't know how late you'd be out and-" Her words were cut off by a sharp slap. Yamato's hand had flown out and smacked her cheek, backhanding her. "You know what happens when dis happens, dontcha, Sora?" Yamato growled. "You know I hate havin ta do dis, but ya leave me no choice." The first time he hit her, Sora's eyes filled with tears. Now, she remained calm and dry-eyed, having learned that crying only made it worse. "Now, what are ya gonna do tomorrow night?" he hissed. "Leave dinner out for you," she mumbled. "What?" Yamato barked. "I said, leave dinner out for you." She had raised her voice so he could hear. "Good. Now, how do I know you'll remember?" said Yamato, an ugly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I...I don't know," Sora stammered. "I know how," Yamato said. His tone was warm, and he patted her gently on the cheek a few times. Then he pulled his hand back and plowed his fist into her cheek, letting go of her dress. She crumpled to the floor. The drunk leaned down and picked her up, making her look at him. Bloodshot blue met dull crimson. "Now, make sure dat never happens again, alright?" growled Yamato. Sora nodded weakly, desperately trying not to cry. "Good," Yamato said. He grinned, showing yellow, ugly teeth. "Now give your hubby a welcome home kiss." Sora managed to hide her disgust and pecked Yamato on the lips. Before she could pull away, the drunk had gripped the back of her head and forced her lips apart, opening her mouth. His wet mouth moved hungrily against hers. She tried pushing him away, but he put his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer. He stopped assaulting her jaws long enough to whisper in her ear. "You can't get away that easily, dear. It's time for a ****." "Yamato, no," she moaned. "You're supposed to say yes, you stupid bitch," he spat. Letting her go quickly, he backhanded her again, causing her to stumble against the stained old couch in the living room. "Now take it like the slut you are," he snarled. In one quick, harsh motion he grabbed her collar again. This time, however, he tore down, ripping the dress open, revealing Sora's chest. "Yamato stop!" she screamed. "Don't tell me what to do!" Yamato bellowed in response. For the fourth time that night, the drunk struck her, smashing her in the chin with his hammy fist. As she fell to the ground, her dress rode up, revealing Yamato the tantalizing view of her underwear. "Now I'll try to make this as good for you as it is for me," he said, taking on a soft, dangerous tone. Sora could only sob as she was violated by the man she called husband. A/N: God, I made myself kind of sick writing that. Please, Yamato fans, don't hate me. I had to do it for the story. And Sora fans, don't hate me either. See you next time for "How You Remind Me."[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Yes, it's another ULX RPG. Deal with it. *** Hell. It is a concept believed by many, yet truly believed by few. Most take it metaphysically, as a concept designed to guide faith or a representation of the torment we put ourselves through in life. Some see it literally, a boiling lake of fire promising eternal torment and pain. Several people have claimed to have been there: Odysseus, Aenias, Dante, and many others. The one known to most is the immortal Dante, writer of the Inferno. Dante was right. There truly are nine rings of Hell, each designating a sin. There are the shades of millions, toiling eternally in pain. There are demons, there are devils, there are evils that walk the night that make men quake in fear. There is a Devil, and there is a God. There is a Heaven, and there certainly is a Hell. The Gates of Hell are no longer sealed. The demons and spirits of the damned walk the earth again, taking the forms of the living and using the flesh to bring a Hell upon Earth. The Lord has called out to nine warriors, and told them that it is time. Nine normal men and women, designated to fight the legions of Hades and push back the great Demon himself. They must fight the evil. They must save the world. They must quench the Inferno. *** There are nine mythical warriors that fight the evil. Seven are the reverse of sin, and two others The Pilgrim-The role Dante played in the Divine Comedy (ULX) The Guide-The role played by Virgil One of Patience-Opponent of Anger One of Chastity-Opponent of Lechery One of Humility-Opponent of Pride One of Sufficiency-Opponent of Avarice One of Sobriety-Opponent of Gluttony One of Diligence-Opponent of Sloth One of Charity-Opponent of Envy Name: Role: One of the above Age: 15-50 Gender: Male or Female Weapons: This takes place now, in the 21st Century, 200X. You can have guns, but no laser pistols, no tanks, no rocks tied to sticks. Normal stuff. Abilities: Powers to help you fight the evil Appearance: Pictures okay Personality: Bio: Name: Tetsuya Kamano Role: The Pilgrim Age: 27 Gender: Male Weapons: He has a specially crafted katana, and a compact handgun Abilities: Superior to normal people physically, being twice as strong, fast, and resistant to pain as regular humans. Also, he is hyper-smart, with an IQ of 253, and has mastery over his life force (Chi). Appearance: Tetsuya is tall and of a lean build. He has brown hair that he has let grow fairly long, mainly in the bangs, that tend to conceal his unnatural golden eyes (the irises are gold, not the entire eye). His face his sharp, yet not too sharp. He can easily be described attractive. He is scarred from fights in his past, his arms, chest, and face all marred. He has taken to the fashions of Europe. He wears a long black coat with the sleeves removed. Beneath it he wears a simple black shirt, and a pair of black work pants that flare at the bottom. He wears heavy boots and a thick belt, as well as a narrow-brimmed hat. A silver chained necklace with the kanji for "Death" hangs from his neck. Personality: Tetsuya is very solitary, preferring to work as alone as possible. He is sharp-tongued and has a sharp mind. He's extremely intelligent, making him a dangerous opponent. He is generally silent, and appriciates it when others are also quiet. His demenour is calm for the most part, but he can become angry quickly and when he does, he is a force to be reckoned with. Bio: Tetsuya has led an uninteresting life. He was born into an upper-middle class Japanese family in America, instilled with traditional beliefs as well as American culture. He has always been a little better than everyone else, but didn't know why. He just shrugged it off as good breeding and went on with his life. Until his revelation. Tetsuya was working as an "Ask ___" for the local newspaper of his home town. He wasn't religious, being an Agnostic (which means he doesn't follow any specific faith, but hasn't ruled anything out), and led a life more political than spiritual. But on the day of his revelation, he was accosted by what he though was a normal thug. In fact, it was one of the first Spirits to break loose from Hell. The Spirit used its supernatural abilities and nearly killed Tetsuya, but then God spoke to him. He instantly realized how to fight off this person, and knew that it was "okay". He used his own supernatural powers to fight off the thug, and was recruited into the Nine warriors. As the Pilgrim, he is on a journey of faith. He is the designated "leader" so to speak, putting in friction in the group but they all agree with the will of the Lord. He knows in his heart, that he shall be the one to face the Devil. He knows that if he lives long enough, he will fight in the final battle. But this is only his feeling, not the will of God or the will of anyone else. The Pilgrim seeks the truth of life and God, and he's more than willing to beat it out of a few demons. *** There are some key demons that must be recognized: The Devil-The nameless one of evil, he is the true face of Hell. Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, and all others are but servants to the great Devil himself. His power is greater than the fallen Angels, for he is the very darkness that tainted the hearts of Lucifer and the other angels. Lucifer, Lord of Pride-Even though he has been cast into the Pit, Lucifer still retains his beauty, the beauty of an Angel. Being a mighty Seraphim, he is quite powerful, yet not strong enough to overpower the Devil or God. His Pride made him fight God, shall it make him face the Devil too? The Beast of Pride is the Lion. Mammon, Lord of Avarice-Mammon is the cause of theft and murder, dissatisfaction and greed. His evils are not as immediately dangerous as Anger and Pride, yet the master of Avarice knows patience and this patience allows all his plans to come to fruition. The Demon is crafty and wise, smart and sadistic. But will Greed consume him, like the flames of Hell? The Beast of Avarice is the Wolf. Asmodeus, Lord of Lechery-Asmodeus is the three-headed master of the Sins of the Flesh. With the middle, human head he speaks convincing words. With his left head, the Goat, he prods the sinful towards their deed. And with the right, the Dragon head, he forever burns them in Hades. His power over lust is strong, but could it possibly overpower him? The Beast of Lechery is the Goat. Satan, Lord of Anger-Though anger is the sin that inflames man's heart the most, Satan is forever trapped in the ice of Hell, in the Ninth and Final circle. Though Lucifer toils in pain, Satan is forever trapped away from the warmth of God. But now, free, his anger burns across the land, burning away those that would oppose him. But can the flames of anger burn too bright? The Beast of Anger is the Boar. Beelzebub, Lord of Gluttony-As he is called the Lord of the Flies, so does the Glutton forever fly about, seeking his next meal. The dark master of food is often drunk and eating, using his horrific minions to do the dirty work. He demands the food of earth, be it the food of humans or their flesh. But Gluttony could consume more than food...perhaps one's self? The Beast of Gluttony is the Fly. Leviathan, Lady of Envy-The Great Serpent Leviathan was the snake that tempted Eve with Envy over God's knowledge. Thus, mankind now suffers eternal. The temptress can take many forms and speak many tongues, and is a Queen among deciet. But Envy is not something to toy with... The Beast of Envy is the Dog. Belphegor, Lord of Sloth-Belphegor is sloth incarnate, not even walking under his own power, instead carted around on a wheelchair by his minions. He uses wealth and the other sins to make his strong. Sloth diverts one from the path to truth, and once one is diverted, one falls into Belphegor's grasp. But will he be too Slothful, and perhaps miss one to many details? The Beast of Sloth is the Donkey. It is recomended that one have some knowledge of the Inferno before entering. Also, some helpful websites (this isn't illegal, right?) [URL=http://www.arches.uga.edu/~redman/hellhigh.html]Dante's Inferno[/URL] [URL=http://www.deliriumsrealm.com/delirium/mythology/demons.asp]Demonology[/URL] [URL=http://www.vampyra.com/demons/hell.htm]More Demonology and More Dante[/URL] I hope this is good. Oh, and I'm Agnostic, not Catholic or Christian. In case you were wondering. -ULX[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]I hope there isn't a thread like this, I didn't see one anyway. I know there are threads discussing Spiderman 2, 3, X-Men, and all that. What I wanted to talk about is all and more. Possibilities for future movies in existing series, new Superheroes they could "adapt" and whatnot. [B][U]POSSIBLE FUTURES[/U][/B] (containts spoilers)- [B][U]Spiderman 3[/U][/B]-- There are three villains I can see being in the next Spiderman (as there has to be one). I should probably post this in the Spiderman 3 thread, but here goes. It will, in all likelyhood, be either Green Goblin, Venom, or the Lizard. They left open the Green Goblin thing quite blatantly in the end of Spiderman 2, [spoiler]what with Harry finding his fathers stuff.[/spoiler] However, he could become either evil or good. If he's evil, we get another Green Goblin story with a few minor twists. Not too intriguing. What I believe they may do, is have a good GG team up with Spiderman, and face...Venom. Why? Two reasons. One, because Venom is the only villain worth Spidey and GG. Two, because my friend said they were making Venom next. They may decide to ignore Harry and the Goblin for now, but it's doubtful. I think my idea is more feasible. Also, there could be an appearance by the Lizard, as they had the one-armed Doctor/Professor Connors (sp?). They didn't just put him in for fun. They're going to include him at some point, if Spiderman doesn't flop before that. [B][U]X-Men 3[/U][/B]-- To any X-Men fan, this should be obvious. It's going to be Dark Phoenix/Phoenix. Jean appears dead, in a plane (spaceship?) related accident. This is the set-up for the Phoenix force. My question it: how much are they going to include from the Comics/TV Show. There are two other things that may come into play here. One being the Hellfire Club (possible) and the Shi'ar (unlikely). Of course, they could ignore Jean's story for a little while, and do another idea while pulling out the Phoenix Force for the Fourth movie. But I don't know if they'd do that. [B][U]Hulk 2, Daredevil 2, etc[/U][/B]-- I pray that they make neither of these movies. Daredevil (according to some people I know. I didn't see it) sucked. Plus, I don't know anything about Daredevil, so I can't comment. I also hope they don't make a Hulk 2. Why? I never liked the Hulk. From what I understand, it was always pretty much: "Hulk smash!", army attack, "Hulk Smash!", army defeated. The end. There weren't any villains or allies I can remember as colorful or interesting besides She-Hulk. I think that the Hulk is better as a villain. Plus, he's a Jekyll/Hyde rip-off. Any comments? [B][U]OTHER MOVIES[/U][/B]- What else could they make? I know that they're making another Superman, and another Batman (or so I've heard) and they're coming out with Catwoman (which is just a blatant excuse to get Halle Berry [sp?] in tight leather). But what else. Let's examine: Captain America-- While we're riding this wave of uber-patriotism, CA is a plausible one. However, I never got him. He's was a patriotic, shield-flinging, super-soldier who's only purpose was propaganda. He worked better as Wolverine backstory. Aquaman-- God no. The man talks to fish. That's it. The Flash-- Maybe...I don't know much about him, though. Superspeed, annoying attitude. Could have some interesting SFX and romance, but I don't know enough history. Wonder Woman-- Could be. Might set feminists off, though. But which way? Apparently, her original form was actually a favorite of Gloria Steinem, and the re-modeled form that was created was disliked (I saw a Comic Book documentary, okay?) Fantastic Four-- This could work. I never payed them much attention, but they seemed kind of cool. Dr Doom was awesome, too. Justice League-- Why deal with individual Superheroes like Spiderman when you can have a diverse an interesting group like the X-Men? You get Superman (standard) Wonder Woman (feminists), the Flash ('tude, man), Green Latern (the black one, not the carboard original white guy), Batman (he's was kind of in it), throw in some others for spice, and you've got a media franchise. Better than Aquaman, anyway. Captain Planet-- I know, I know, I'm kidding, right? I hope so. Captain Planet was the most miserable excuse for a superhero ever. The entire premise of the cartoon was just an excuse to cram Ecological propaganda down our throats (I was in the generation of CP), along with a healthy dash of race-relations and female empowerment, with a lame superhero, stupid villains, and magic rings as an afterthough. Any thoughts on your parts? Any Wonder Woman/Fantastic Four/X-Men/Hulk fans with ideas to share? Anybody else who spent their childhood enchanted with the mystic world of superheroes and super-villains? -ULX, feeling kind of geeky right now[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]I think that the reason for buying manga is the same for buying a book. Sometimes, the book/manga has been adapted into a movie/anime. This doesn't stop me from reading the book/manga. I read It by Stephen King even though I had access to the movie. And I read the Saiyuki manga even though I have access to the anime. Why would I do this? Why have I spent $20 on Saiyuki when I can watch it for free? I don't know. I just really like Saiyuki, and I really like Stephen King, so I'm going to spend money on both even when I don't have to. Plus, I'm not the kind of person who goes, "why read and think when I can watch and not think. Thinking's for losers!" Hate me if you will. I don't care. I shall laugh at any flames I get. -ULX[/SIZE][/COLOR]

I've got one that's more of an insult than a comeback, but I was told was good. See, yesterday I was hanging out with my friends and one brough over her PS2 and the DDR game for it. She kept commenting on how at one point, there were naked people in the music video. Her: See! Did you see them? Me: They weren't naked! Her: Yes they were (I think there may have been a "moron" added to the end of this, but I'm not sure) Trevor: You are perverted and blind. Shut up. I thought it was good.

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Kuroichi held Hiroshi's wrist tight as they ran. Hiroshi was amazed at how her vision had increased, how powerful she felt. "We are being followed," hissed Kuroichi. "But do not look. It may encourage them." "Who?" "The Wampyre and another, a human," Kuroichi stated. "As a Wampyre, I can sense the difference between Wampyre and Human. You shall gain the same ability in time." The duo rounded a corner, entering an empty street. There was no one present except the two Vampires. Their footsteps rang out in the night, shoes thudding on cold concrete. It wasn't hard to hear the two followers rounding the corner as well. The human's breathing was growing more labored. "Time to hide..." said Kuroichi. "To live to fight another day." A red orb appeared in his hand as he stopped. The silver-haired man spun on his heel as he stopped, arcing around to face the two persuers. It was two women, one of them the Wampyre who interrupted Kuroichi's feeding. "I'd love to stay and chat, ladies, but I've got a woman now," he said, flashing his sexiest grin. "So, I'm afraid we must be off!" With that, the Wampyre hurled the orb at the two women, and it burst into a red mist, the Blood Mist. He ran forward and grabbed Hiroshi again, leading her. "That outta keep them busy for a while. At least long enough to reach my home, since we can't go back to yours." Hiroshi nodded in agreement, and the two darted into the night. *** Let's keep this alive people! Come on![/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]This is just a little idea that popped into my head. No basis in fact or reality. Just a little piece of writing. *** 20 Steps, by ULX The last leg. Always the hardest. That's when you're drained. You're tired, sweaty, breathing hard. But still you push on. Because you have to. You have to win. You couldn't live with yourself if you lost now, at least, that's what you say now. It always seems like that, like this could be the last time. And you don't want to deal with that. Your muscles begin to sieze up, cramping and buckling under strain. Sweat stings your eyes, but you blink it away. Fire churns through your nerves, your body is alit. Every breath is like swallowing shards of glass. The last few steps. 20 steps to victory or failure. 20 steps between you and your end. 20 steps never sounded so tough as it did right now. Everything slows in the last leg. Not literally, no. That's when you're going fastest. Your heart pounds, your breath quickens, you speed up in anticipation. But time seems to slow around you as you go in those last steps. Oxygen turns to broken glass, muscules transform into embers, sweat becomes acid on your brow. The wind itself turns against you, moving to quick to be cooling, too quick to gulp down. Your skin feels too tight, your borns start to grind together. Ten steps from victory, when the cramp hits. Shooting up your leg, it roars and demands attention. You'd been ignoring the small pain before, but now it demanded attention. Every time the foot strikes the hard ground, like a lightning bolt the cramp goes, making you want to cry out and stop. Ten steps, it's almost over. Nine steps, muscles on fire, scorching away. Eight steps, sweat's not acid it's lava. Seven steps, your bones have all but disappeared. Six steps, your nerves are flayed. Five steps, your heart almost bursts with every pump. Four steps, the wind is too hot, then too cold, then too fast, then too slow. Always taunting you with imperfections that are magnified to torture. Three steps, your mind screams doubts, telling you to stop before you die, telling you to stop since you'll lose anyway. Two steps, the air isn't glass it's tiny porcupines filling your lungs with quills. One step, your heart stops. No steps, it's over. You stagger a bit further and collapse. Everything stops hurting a little, and breaths come slightly easier. But it's worth it. Because it's over, and you survived. You survived. "Great practice, team. Remember, tomorrow's the big race!"[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Name: Tetsuya Yamagata (or Yamagata Tetsuya, depending on how you want it) Alias: Blade-Smith Gender: Male Age: 27 Height: 5'10" Weight: 157lbs. Physical Description: Tetsuya is tall and of a lean build. He has brown hair that he has let grow fairly long, mainly in the bangs, that tend to conceal his unnatural golden eyes (the irises are gold, not the entire eye). His face his sharp, yet not too sharp. He can easily be described attractive. He is scarred from fights in his past, his arms, chest, and face all marred. He has taken to the fashions of Europe. He wears a long black coat with the sleeves removed. Beneath it he wears a simple black shirt, and a pair of black work pants that flare at the bottom. He wears heavy boots and a thick belt, as well as a narrow-brimmed hat. A silver chained necklace with the kanji for "Death" hangs from his neck. Personality: Tetsuya is very solitary, preferring to work as alone as possible. He is sharp-tongued and has a sharp mind. He's extremely intelligent, making him a dangerous opponent. He is generally silent, and appriciates it when others are also quiet. His demenour is calm for the most part, but he can become angry quickly and when he does, he is a force to be reckoned with. Pseudonatural Abilities: Tetsuya has the incredible ability to "eject" an energy blade from his forearms. The blade appears to be of an electrical nature, but does not have all the properties of electrical energy. It seems to be a solid, being able to block and attack like a regular blade. It has a much greater ability to cut than most blades, able to pass through steel easily. Country of Origin: Japan Biography: Tetsuya was born in a dying time. An era was coming to a close, and he was raised during the turmoil. His life started during the beginning of the Meiji Revolution. And he was raised by one of the last Samurai, no less. This has resulted in a great cultural clash in Tetsuya. While he was taught honor and the sword, he saw around him growing corruption and the gun, symbol of modernization. His early years were confused and split. This all changed one dark night. His father had grown tired of the government and attacked the palace a few days after the banning of swords. The attack was a bloodbath, and greusome sight. Many men died, including the assassin himself. But not all was lost for Tetsuya. In fact, in the loss of a father, he gained his sight and true path. He took his father's example, and decided to anything for his views. His path would be of his making, but father's spirit would be the force that guided him down it. When Tetsuya discovered his powers, he decided to use them to follow the honorable path and faught against those that would do harm to others. He was a champion of the city, and his exploits became known to the Academy. He quickly accepted their invitation, seeing it as just another path to honor.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]You knew I was joining this, right? *** Name: Marius Dante Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: [IMG]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=19494[/IMG] You know the drill. That, but more medieval garb. He tends to wear black, blue, and purple when he can get it. His taste in clothes is simple, yet beautiful. Personality: Marius is, for lack of a better term, a cocky bastard. He knows he looks good, knows he fights well, knows he's brilliant, and knows that no one in their right mind can resist him. He flaunts his skills and beauty, and has made more than a few enemies. He's not narcissistic, he just feels superior. He has an ego the size of modern-day Navada. His wit is razor sharp, and he always wins battles of words. He is loyal to those he deems worthy of his trust and loyalty. Despite this outer shell of arrogance and ego, inside Marius's life is lacking. His past has left him bitter and scarred, but he covers the truth of his life completely with his cocky outer self. He occasionally goes into periods of gloomy introspection, and lashes out at those who disturb him. Weapon: Marius wields a rapier-longsword hybrid. It's thinner and faster than more longswords, but more sturdy than the majority of rapiers. It balances the strengths of both weapons. Magic: Black Chosen Path: Scelestum Occupation: Marius acts as a sword-fighting instructor to the younger children. Bio: Marius does not come from England. His family originated in Italy, with some English and French married in. Marius gained his first name from his grandfather, a Frenchman, but the majority of his blood is Italian (thus his name Dante). However, no one really knows why he or his family came to England. The Dante family was rich back in Italy, making its wealth from inheritance from long since faded royal blood as well as providing many skilled blacksmiths and merchants. One day, though, the Dante family dissappeared from their homes across Italy. A few baring the legendary name arrived in England not 20 years ago. Marius was born in England by these remnants of the Dante clan. Marius never knew the wealth of his predecessors, or just a small fraction of it. He never knew the peace, the comfort, and the ease of their lives. The family he had was torn up from their regal roots and cast into a lower-class life. His father was a merchant of slightly above average standing, pulling enough money to feed the family and provide a few extras, but not much. Though Marius never knew ease and comfort and riches, he knew something far more lasting. Due to his foreign blood and, more importantly, his strange silver hair, he was ridiculed and looked down upon by the people of his village. He was at first simply sad and angry at the ridiculers, but eventually degressed into bitterness and pessimism. His outlook grew worse when he learned of the Dante family's former standing. This proved to him that there could be no loving God in the world. Marius eventually learned to mask his pain with arrogance and pride. He took pride in what he had, and made himself feel better about himself in every way possible. He never lets anyone talk down to him, always tearing apart their self-esteem instead with his wit and brilliance. Marius was made more proud by being selected to become a Child of God, but fights against the belief of God. He fights against the darkness not to save the world or serve what he percieves as a cruel God, but to potentially find out the history of his family and the truth behind the destruction of the Dante. I hope this is okay. Took me loads of thinking. This sounds pretty good![/SIZE][/COLOR]

I shall bid for the role of the girl's friend, thought it is a hard roll to play when you don't know who the girl will be. Name-Jack Graves Age-20 Gender-Male Appearance- [IMG]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=19494[/IMG] Religion-Jack is agnostic, which means he does not follow a specific faith, but hasn't ruled any out yet either. Occupation- Jack is a part-time author, and works at the local newspaper as the "Ask _____" man to pay the bills. Bio- later...

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]It is the year 3985. It has been 20 years since the attack on the planet. 20 years since 3/4 of the population were obliterated by an interstellar assault. Now, the attackers are back for more. The humans are invading again. 20 years ago, on planet Zeon, the human attackers surrounded the planet and, within 24 hours, destroyed the 20 most populated cities. Within the next 24 hours, 1/10th of the population was gone. 2 years later, the human scourge left for unknown reasons. Now they are returning. But this time, the Zeon army is prepared. The humans won because they struck out so suddenly and so ferociously that Zeon had no time and no power to strike back. Neuclear pulses, atomic weapons, energy attacks, and more rained down from the heavens, obliterated the cities of Zeon and wiping out its people. The greatest minds left on the planet have been preparing. Spaceships, weapons, and, most importantly, mechs have been designed to counter the human attack. But the humans also have mechs and starships. Its all a matter of who's better. The Zeon race is very much like the humans, and the planet is much like Earth. The only difference between the people of Zeon are their wider variety of hair color, eye color, and advanced physical structure. Metabolism is increased, allowing twice the calorie intake with half the weight gain. The Zeon have increased muscular structure and reaction time, making them stronger and faster. The Zeon are smart, strong, and physically superior. But the humans have technology and the advantage of numbers. Will the Zeon defeat the human race and reclaim their homeworld? Or will the human assault take out the Zeon race and make Zeon another human colony? It's all in the hands of the Zeon millitary. And, more precisely, the Zeon Mech Pilots. The Mecha are Zeon's greatest weapons. And there are two special Mecha that have been in the working for 18 years, with the pilots in working just as long. Two Zeon, one male and one female, are designated to pilot the two greatest Zeon Mecha: The Experimental Fighter X and the Experimental Fighter N. It's a war of skill, a war of technology, but most of all, a war of will. Zeon is at its last stand, the final battle. Whoever wins, wins forever. Whoever loses doesn't make it home. The War has begun. *** "Close in! We've almost got them!" The battalion of human ships arced through the sky, firing down upon the Zeon fighters. Lasers flashed through the night and flaming hunks of metal fell from above, crashing into the barren sandy wasteland of planet Zeon. "We've almost taken out the Zeon scum! Finish them!" 10 Zeon ships still darted through the sky. These were the best of the squad that had been patrolling. They had been ambushed by a large human squad, and half their numbers had been taken out in the first round of fire. "Help! Send help!" cried out one Zeon pilot. Similar plees flooded the airwaves. It was ten to one, and it was about to be 1 to none. "Please! Send in hel...gah!" the pilot was cut off as an energy bolt struck his left engine, causing the ship to burst into flames. "I'm down! I'm down!" Just as all hope seemed lost...the reinforcements arrived. Cresting over the horizon, arriving with the light of the Zeon sun, came a seemingly small group. It was comprised of about 20 ships, and 5 mechs. Two of which were the Experimental Fighters. The EFX and EFN barreled in. Almost instantly, a long energy blade flipped up from the back of the X's left arm. The mech swung the blade around, dashing through two human ships. It took aim quickly and shot off a quick burst of laser fire from the right gun, taking out several more opponents. The EFN went into a frenzy of slashing blades, taking down at least 10 in a minute. The cover fire supplied by the 20 extra ships was nothing compared to the offensive power of the EFX and EFN. In 20 minutes, they had taken out 90% of the human ships that were out there. It was a grim sight for the humans. And proof that Zeon was ready. *** Zeos Uchiyama emerged from the bathroom of his private quaters. He towelled off his silver hair and pulled on a pair of baggy jeans. Unceremoniously, he fell back on his bed, staring up at the dark ceiling, faintly illuminated by the sun outside. Zeos and Imi, the two EF pilots, had been given large, private rooms adjacent to eachother. They were the best, and got only the best. But they nearly paid for it all with their lives every battle. They were the best, and they were the secret weapon. They were only sent out when absolutely necessary. Every time it was life or death. Zeos bared the scars of his mission. Marks criss-crossed his lean frame, marring what would otherwise be perfect skin. He was once voted "Sexiest Mech Pilot." They didn't see his scars. The young man sighed and sat up, a split second before his alarm clock started beeping. He struck the off button and pulled on a black t-shirt, preparing to head out into the halls. Meals were always hell for the priviledged EF pilots.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]I gotta agree with the other two here. Large breasts don't equal love. I mean, as a guy, I realize that we are kind of programmed to find bigger, well, better. But it's not always true. There are other things to take into consideration. I'm not afraid to admit that, as a teenage male in America, I oggle, drool, and lust. All guys do. And, sometimes...something catches our eyes, and we oggle, drool, and lust. Large breasts are an eye-catcher, like plumage. We try to get to know the hot chicks more, but in the end, we want someone to love (or is that just me?). -ULX, representing Teenage Guys (or at least trying to) everywhere[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Wow! This has gotten a pretty good turnout. I'll probably start this sometime tomorrow...so be ready. Sign-ups are still wide open, and probably will be for a while. -ULX[/SIZE][/COLOR]

Here's a few more: Ability Card: -Name: Atlantic Anger -Ability: The Atlantic Ocean enrages ULX and Imi, boosting their attack by 100 -Picture: [IMG]http://www.earlymaps.com/america/atlantic/23457.jpg[/IMG] Okay, that's kind of an in-joke. Weapon Card: -Name: Unborn Armor Ability: Adds 100 to all warriors' attack and defense but ULX Adds 150 to ULX's attack and defense Picture: see attachment

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]Name: Zeos Uchiyama (duh) Age: 18 Country: later... Country: Japan Element: Fire - Controls anything related to Fire, Lava, Etc. Appearance: [URL=http://img72.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/zeos0001.jpg]click[/URL] That but more medieval garb. Weapons: A katana with a red-tinted blade Weapons Element: Well, fire, right? Dragon?s Appearance : [IMG]http://www.saberfire.com/dragons/archivelow/015.jpg[/IMG] Dragon?s Element: Fire Personality: Zeos is generally very dark and cold. He's often bitter and cynical, and his tone is generally one of sarcasm. His theory on life, "honesty's the best policy, so you're getting honesty." He never holds back his opinions, "words of wisdom," criticisms, and sarcastic quips. If it wasn't for the dark overtones to his humor, he'd be in the role of mood lightener. However, his favorite brand of humor is irony. On a less negative note, Zeos can truly be good. He's not too trusting, but once you gain his trust, you have a friend for life. Zeos is extremely honorable and loyal, fighting to the bitter end to protect the ones he loves. He's also determined, if a bit hot-headed at times. He is analytical and logical, with a brilliant mind that he flaunts. Biography: I'll do later... *** For the record, it's a little hard to post in this kind of mideval/future/different time and/or space RPG without and understanding of the differences. Your bio will probably explain well, so I'll wait. So, yeah, edit later and all that.[/COLOR][/SIZE]