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[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Chipp Zanuff [B]Age:[/B] Early 20s [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Nationality:[/B] American (though he fiercly proclaims it to be Japan) [B]Human or Gear:[/B] Human [B]Faction:[/B] Unnaffiliated [B]Personality:[/B] Chipp is not your ordinary ninja. By this, I mean his is not sly, clever, devious, and deadly. He's a punk. You average street punk, in fact, with a loose code of honor that can be summed up in Dartagnion terms: "You have offended me! You must die!" Elsewise, he's a space case, a brawler, and a surly bastard who gets in fights more than he assassinates. Despite his otherwise rough personality, Chipp will never use drugs, alcohol, or mind altering substances, due to the trouble it got him into early on in life. Well, except a little sake now and then. He tries to be honorable in battle, for the most part. However, he is a ninja, and thus is not opposed to sneak attacks or deceptive tactics. [B]Physical Description:[/B] See Attachment [B]Weapon of Choice:[/B] Arm Blade [B]Innate Magical Element (Fire, Water, Wind, Lightning):[/B] Wind [B]Preferred Jinki (Human only):[/B] Senhoshiken [B]Bio:[/B] Chipp never knew his parents. They are but a hazy memory, faded by age, indifference, and the drugs that nearly destroyed his life. When he was a child, he became addicted, living on the streets like a mongrel dog. At last, he was "saved" - by the mafia, no less. They made him into an underling for their illicit activities. But he quickly outserved his usefulness, and was going to be killed. Then, he truly was saved. By a ninja, no less. His master killed the mafiosos about to murder the young Chipp, and took the boy under his wing. The wise old man trained him in the art of ninjitsu, and made him into the man he is today - an honorable warrior with a bit of a nationality complex. Unfortunately, his master was killed. Since then, he has sworn to seek revenge against the killer. To do that, he travels the world, becoming stronger, smarter, and better. He will not let anyone stop him, and will do anything to get the strength he desires. His vengeance will be slaked. His power must be absolute. A dreamer, a warrior, a revenger. He will strike down his opponent. He will destroy the mafia. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

Zeos was not pleased. He was not pleased at having nearly been expelled from his school. He was not pleased at being forced into a union with his arch-rivals, the Stray Dogs, particularly their leader, Inuki. He was not pleased at losing in House of the Dead III. He was not pleased at tying with Inuki at KoF 2002. He was not pleased at not being able to punch Inuki's face in. Least of all, he was not pleased at being woken up from his pieceful slumber by the sound of drums. Loud ones. Off-tempo. "Kimi!" he roared. The drums stopped immediately, and a squeak could be heard. "[I]G-Gomen, Nii-chan[/I]!" she called. "Keep it down and on-tempo, okay!" he replied. "H...Hai! The drums started up again a few moments later, quieter, but still off beat. Only slightly, though. Zeos tried pressing his pillow against his ears, but that didn't work. Neither did locking the door, shutting the window, or putting on headphones. [I]Kuso...[/I] Slowly, reluctantly, he got up off his bed and staggered out of his room, grabbing his leather jacket off the coat rack and slipping on his shoes. "Kimi! I'm going out!" "Okay!" Her tempo was almost right as he shut the door. Maybe she'd have it by the time he returned...if he was lucky. Or took long enough. Or became tone deaf. Any of those options would be good. Well, not the tone deaf one. That'd make it rather hard to sing. A loud rustling attracted his attention as he stepped into the fairly empty street. Looking around, he saw a figure emerge from the shadows of an alley. Inuki. "Come back for some more punishment, eh?" Zeos snarled, smirking slightly. "[I]Urusai[/I]..." Inuki said coldly, all but ignoring the Wild Cat. "What are you doing around here, Mutt?" "I said, be quiet." "Fine. Be surly and secretive." "I will." "Fine." "Good." "Yeah." The two stood in uneasy silence. Inuki seemed focused on one direction, Zeos staring intently at the other. The tense silence grew and grew, only broken by the occasional stacatto beat of Kimi's drums. Zeos slowly gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, growing angry at the standoffish Stray Dog. "That's it! I'm...outta here. Have fun doing nothing, Mutt," Zeos shouted. [I]I'll go to Bunto's,[/I] Zeos thought. [I]That should be easy. Maybe he can settle my nerves...[/I] [COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]And lo, of Cats and Dogs begins. Have fun, introduce your characters, and try to not cause too much of a ruckuss...yet. There will be plenty of time for fighting, arguing, and meeting rivals soon. But, for now, let's keep it a little on the calm side...but not TOO calm, of course.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[B]"Are they coming?"[/B] Dr. Nesbitt asked, her voice a low, frightened whisper. [B]"The Demons, all of hell, evil itself?"[/B] Wolfgang said, clarifying without needing to. Dr. Nesbitt nodded. [B]"Yes. They are, and I think I'll need your help when they do."[/B] Before giving Dr. Nesbitt a chance to respond, a thought struck Wolfgang's mind. He quickly lunged from his chair, grabbing the phone off its cradle, dialing the number to his home at supersonic speeds. [B]"Alyssa is going to skin me..."[/B] [B]"A...Alyssa?"[/B] Wolfgang sighed. [B]"My sister...her fury rivals that of Hell itself..." "What was that, dear brother?"[/B] was Alyssa's cold growl. [B]"N-Nothing, dear sister,"[/B] Wolfgang said, laughing weakly. [B]"I was simply calling to inform you that I have, indeed, arrived at the good Dr. Nesbitt's lodging without incident."[/B] [B]"And why did you not call immediately upon arrival?"[/B] Alyssa hissed. [B]"Did it slip your mind in all the excitement?"[/B] Wolfgang blanched, leaving Dr. Nesbitt rather confused. What kind of harridan could have this effect on such a powerful, confidant man? [B]"I...I merely began talking with Miss Nesbitt, and..."[/B] Alyssa snorted. [B]"Miss Nesbitt, eh? Talking, oh? Sounds to me like there is more to the story..."[/B] Wolfgang flushed. Whether it was from embarrassment or anger, only the good doctor himself could know. He growled into the phone in rapid, acidic German. After a few bouts of the gutteral dialect, intersperced with brief pauses, Dr. Faustus bid his sister "Gutentag" and placed the phone back in it's cradle, grabbing his glass of brandy and taking a quick swallow. [B]"There is no talking with that woman,"[/B] he sighed, slumping back into his chair. Dr. Nesbitt smiled sympathetically and poured him another glass of brandy. He thanked her quickly before taking another drink. [B]"I thank you, Dr. Nesbitt,"[/B] Wolfgang said after a long pause. [B]"For listening to me, for believing me, and, most of all, for giving me liquor. Alyssa rarely lets me touch the stuff."[/B] [B]"You can call me Beth, if you like, Dr. Faustus,"[/B] Beth said. Then, out of nowhere, she smiled wryly. [B]"And, though it may be bold to say, I find the idea of a German who doesn't drink rather amusing." "It is a sad state,"[/B] Wolfgang agreed, nodding somberly. [B]"You may call me Wolfgang. But not Wolf, or any diminutizations." "Well, then, Wolfgang,"[/B] Beth said, rising to pour them both another drink. She lifted her glass, smiling warmly. [B]"To new alliances, and good drink."[/B] Wolfgang smiled back, clinking his glass against hers. [B]"Here, here."[/B] An empty glass later, Beth looked at her fellow doctor with concern in her eyes. [B]"Are you sure you can get home all right, Wolfgang?" "Of course. I am a good, hearty, German man. It would be a shame if I couldn't hold my liquor."[/B] To prove his point, he stood up quickly. He failed to prove said point, however, as he staggered to the side and caught himself only by placing a hand on the bedpost. Unceremoniously, he fell over onto the bed. [B]"Okay...maybe I am a wee bit drunk."[/B]

[COLOR=Silver][SIZE=1] Well, since I have all 10 characters, exempting Zeos and Bunto from the count, it seems we're ready to go. And since no one else wants our dear Monkey, I'll take him myself. I was getting rather partial to him, anyway. So, this will be up very, very soon. See ya in the Arena. [B]Name: [/B] Sarutobi Bunto [B]Gender: [/B] Male [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Sign:[/B] Monkey [B]Instrument/Job:[/B] Manager [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=18&pos=12][COLOR=Silver]Bunto[/COLOR][/URL] This is...pretty much what Bunto looks like in day to day life, getting rid of the strange collars, of course, and also giving him a white undershirt. He looks kind of goofy, but that's the Monkey, for you. Oh, and he doesn't have the crossbow or the sake bottle. I'm hoping I didn't need to tell you that, though. [B]Personality: [/B] Bunto is, well, the Monkey. And as a Monkey, he's a clever, fun-loving little SOB who never takes anything seriously, least of all Zeos and Inuki's death threats. So, naturally, he's not taking the current situation seriously at all, seeing it, instead, to be an excercise in fun, and a way to get his friends to cool down for once. He doesn't really have a care in the world, and never lets anything break his impossibly high spirits. Despite his outwardly ditzy appearance, Bunto is actually quite intelligent, and nothing ever slips by him unnoticed. He knows all and sees all, when it comes to his own little world, and if anything dangerous is going down, he's always ready to inform his allies. His innate wisdom makes him a kind of guru at times, though people never take his advice seriously. Still, he may be the one to save all their hides... I think I'll keep Bunto as mysterious as possible. Besides, I doubt I'll be playing his character often. He's probably be more NPCy, actually... Ready yourselves, because the battle is brewing. Wait, what's that? No epic battle? Aw, hell...all right, just...get ready for...stuff. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]I don't know what to say...other than it's completely badass. Seriously, you rock my world, babe. The background is just...awesome in so many ways. The color scheme is great, and so is the contrast. Also, the extracion is excellent. The catgirl herself is very hot, too, and it's just an cool image overall. Plus the text on my name is...stellar. I need that font for everything, now. To sum up the above: Thanks for the awesomeness.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Here comes...Crazy Stick Monk! [URL=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y48/UnbornLordXion/CrazyStickMonk.jpg]Crazy Stick Monk![/URL] A mysterious man from The East, Crazy Stick Monk wields the Penultimate Staff of Doom, a weapon so powerful and mysterious, that it...is really, really powerful and myserious. Crazy Stick Monk uses its mysterious, powerful power to lay the smack down - old school. You know Crazy Stick Monk is coming when you hear the loud cry of the Crazy Stick Monk. Or when you feel the stinging fury of the Penultimate Staff of Doom - it kind of feels like getting hit in the back of the head with a big stick, actually.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]And for my return to the fray, Aiyisha will feel the stingy wrath of my psychoanalyzation. [B]SN:[/B] Well, I'm not really sure what Aiyisha means. So, you're probably creative. Or from another planet. Or insane. I'm going to hope for the first, but believe the third. [B]Custom Title:[/B] "Sexy Stocking Goddess," eh? Well, if it wasn't for the fact that I know you are not a girl, I'd think you were a woman who likes wearing stockings. Maybe you are a man who likes wearing stockings? Crossdresser, maybe? Nah. You probably just like women in stockings. Much more logical. Much more non-brain-hurting. [B]Avatar/Banner:[/B] Your avi/banner is the Gaz from Bleedman's PPG Doujinshi (I am shamed that I know this). Gaz rocks. Hard. She's tough, sassy, and gothic. Which, from my understanding, are all things you hold in high regard. Yeah. [B]Sig:[/B] "by starlight, i'll kiss you and promise to be, your one and only" Well, you're obviously a romantic. And, upon closer inspection, this text is a link leading to a blog, the blog of one "hevn". A person whom you are, as is my understanding, in love with. So, romanticism lies among your fortees. [B]Conclusion:[/B] You are, well, kind of insane. But, so is everyone, so that's excused. You like thinks that are gothic, sexy, and...stocking-ish. Which is normal and good. You are in love with Hevn (go you), and you're a definate romantic. You have a penchant for the darker side of life...the good kind of dark side, in fact. Keep doin' what you're doing.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

Wolfgang looked around with dry amusement as his new companions bonded together. It was good that they could all, if only for the moment, stand eachother. Arguments could prove drastic mistakes, and dissent would be deadly in the coming trials. [B]"My, won't this be an interesting venture,"[/B] Karl said, smiling benignly. [B]"I don't know if Mephistopheles knew what he was getting into, Wolfgang."[/B] Wolfgang returned the smile, forcing it upon his face. He was not as confidant as his ally seemed...and seemed was the operative word. Karl was scared; Wolfgang could feel it. Fear was prevalent in the faces of all. It was a contagious disease that wasn't curable. It went into recession, yes, maybe for years. But it always returned. And it could be fatal. [B]"I think we've finished our business for today, my friends,"[/B] Wolfgang said with that false confidance. [B]"Let us adjourn for now, and meet again tomorrow morning at my office. There, we can begin work on our attack."[/B] His party seemed to consent, and slowly they gathered up their things. It would be a long night for all, and night in which they would have to come to terms with much. Chapter End Chapter Two: Auseinandersetzen The pieces have gathered on the board...for one side, at least. The men and women of virtue have risen to the cause, and they have learned the terrible truth. All but one...the foreign doctor of foreign spirit shall face a greater challenge than any. For she must come to terms with darkness as it looms over the world. The heroes depart, the King meets Queen, and the other pieces still sit in the box. But for how long? Characters: Again, all. Specifically, Wolfgang and Beth. Length: As long as it needs to be. Wolfgang stepped slowly out of the restaurant, his companions filtering out behind him. They chatting with false cheer about the simple topics that one did when one was horribly uncomfortable and needed something to talk about. Wolfgang stayed to the side, checking his watch. The time drew near for him to meet Dr. Nesbitt. [B]"Alyssa, go home without me,"[/B] he murmured. [B]"I have business to attend to. I'll call in no more than an hour."[/B] Wolfgang didn't have to add an "or". He didn't have to add anything. Alyssa understood perfectly that Faustus was a punctual man, and if he was late, trouble followed. [B]"I'll wait for your call, brother,"[/B] Alyssa said softly. [B]"I will have Holly with me, so no trouble should befall me,"[/B] Wolfgang said, smiling to assuage her worry. Alyssa nodded, smiling weakly. At last, the various visitors went their separate ways, and Wolfgang walked down the street, illuminated by the harsh light of the tall lamps. Holly followed him precisely, her claws clicking on the concrete. In the hard, pale light her eyes flickered and flashed as usual, but at least it didn't seem like hellfire. Halfway to the hotel, Wolfgang was startled by a dark presence. It was then that he noticed how empty the streets were, and how black the sky was. There were no steely clouds, no blinking stars. Blackness. It was a harrowing site, proof that dark things were afoot. And the shadowy presence, that dark energy make him shake. [I]Remember...it's just the spirit of a Trimmer. It has no power, for it has no suffering. But what about... What about what? Can't you remember? The Punishment of the Trimmers? What are you...[/I] It was a memory Faustus did not want to deal with. The rememberance brought new, cold fear. Even if it was just a Trimmer Shade, there was more to it than simple spiritual essence. [I]The Wasps... Bingo.[/I] Wolfgang's ears pricked up immediately. The slightest hum could herald great danger if the wasps were breaking into the Living Realm alongside their tormented. Luckily, there was no sound but the slow wheeze of Holly's panting, the pounding of Wolfgang's heart, and the whisper of cloth. The cloth of a Shade, no doubt. [B]"Holly, kommst. We must make haste."[/B] Holly barked quiety, padding along behind her master. Wolfgang took long strides, but it was no trial for the Hellhound to keep up with him. The darkness loomed around, unbroken save for the puddles of light cast by the high street lamps. The silver light that Shades radiate was nowhere to be seen, nor the sick red flames of Hell. At last, Wolfgang stepped in front of the hotel at which Nebitt was staying. He peered around - it was safe for the time being. With quick thought, he dialed up the hotel, being forewarded quickly to her room. With but one ring passed, she picked up. [B]"Hello?"[/B] was the quiet reply. [B]"Hello, Dr. Nesbitt? It is Dr. Faustus. May I come in?"[/B]

[COLOR=Silver][SIZE=1] First of all - no, this is not about animals. It's an idea that's popped into my head, a tale of two gangs, a band, romance, and a monkey. No, there is no cross-gang romance, and no, the monkey isn't really a monkey. The Gangs are the Wild Cats and the Stray Dogs, which aren't really gangs. They're just two groups of less-than-well adjusted teens who clash on occasion, and have been dubbed gangs by teachers, elders, and their less rowdy peers. The Wild Cats are a bit more normal, being "led" by Uchiyama Zeos, a silver-haired punk rocker. He's joined by his best friend, his secret crush, and Bunto, the aforementioned monkey. The Stray Dogs, however, are much more gang-like. The leader, THE Stray Dog himself, is pierced, tattooed, and likes smashing heads, as does his best friend. I know what you're thinking: "This is just another gang-clash RP, isn't it?" No. No it's not. The gangs exist shortly, because they are soon drawn together by the faculty to finally do something constructive. The Principal's ultimatum: "Do something good for once, or you're all expelled." So, what are these wayward teens to do? They start a band. Which they call (they being Bunto) Cats and Dogs. Bunto, always the clever one, notices something interesting about the Cats and Dogs - they all embody the Chinese Zodiac, from Zeos, the Wild Cat (Tiger) to Stray Dog...the Dog. Bunto's a monkey, and Imi, Zeos' crush, is very much the Dragon. And, since this involves them starting a band, there's musical instruments involved, something that all of them are skilled at. Well, most of them. Some watch from the side lines. Zeos and Inuki (Stray Dog) are both vying for the position of Lead Singer. Imi has taken up guitar, and Bunto stays back as the Band Manager. They are in need of drums, bass, another guitar, and any other instruments that others can provide. Or, there always space for lights, effects, and maybe even some mix work. However, what the Cats and Dogs haven't counted on, are all the trials they're going to have to go through in the course of this little endeavour. First, they have to fight of the Faculty, which is out to make it as tough as possible for the twelve gang members, particularly the two leaders, Imi, and the Rooster. The four of them are under constant surveilance from teachers, staff, and anyone else working for the school. And when you factor in the collective competetive spirit of these twelve teens, things just get tougher. See, the Cats and Dogs are now determined to be THE best band ever to grace their area. Naturally, there are plenty of other bands who want to step in their way, and prove them wrong. And of course, once news gets out that the Wild Cats and Stray Dogs are palling around, and forming a BAND no less, other "gangs" want to get in on the action. But of course, fighting is NOT approved of by the Faculty, leaving the band two options - defend their honor and get kicked out of school, or lose their reputations and make it to graduation. The twelve characters are, of course, based on the twelve zodiac animals. There is a spot for each one, which will (hopefully) be filled. And to fill them, I need people to sign up. And to sign up, you need the form: Name: Obvious. This takes place in Japan, so...keep it Japanese. Gender: Age: High School Sign: Instrument/Job: For the band. No lead singers, sorry. Appearance: Personality: Character Snippit or Bio: Pic whichever you want. [B]Name:[/B] Uchiyama Zeos (Family Name, Given Name) [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Sign:[/B] Tiger [B]Instrument/Job:[/B] Lead Singer [B]Appearance:[/B] [COLOR=SlateGray][URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=15&pos=10][COLOR=SlateGray]Zeos[/COLOR][/URL][/COLOR] He ususally wears a pair of baggy, faded blue jeans, t-shirts of varying shades of black, blue, and red, and a leather jacket. Also, he has a tattoo of a tiger on his right shoulder, and a ring through his left eyebrow. [B]Personality:[/B] Zeos is your typical tiger. He's a rebel by nature, never agreeing with anything he doesn't want to. He doesn't listen to orders, never respects his elders, or anyone for that matter, save the people who've earned it. He has no time for rules or regulations, and seems to sometimes challange the very laws of physics with his boundless energy and apathy. This is always getting him in trouble with somebody, be it parent, faculty, or friend. The only thing that drives him (other than his endless reserves of nervous energy) are his ego, which propell him to do things just to prove he can. His self-assurance knows no bounds, and often leaves his fellows in awe of just how cocky he is. However, he's a genuinely nice guy with a gentle, almost romantic heart. He's fiercly loyal and will protect his friends to the bitter end, and he never backs down from a fight. His honor, loyalty, and courage make him a powerful force to be reckoned with, and it is always on the side of his personal brand of Justice. [B]Character Snippit or Bio:[/B] Zeos' brow was furrowed in concentration. The slightest error in his calculations could spell utter distaster for him and all his friends in the Wild Cats. Precise timing, careful mathematics, and a steady hand were necessary. He only had one shot...he couldn't fail. His very honor, no, his [I]very life[/I] was on the line. With a slow, steady breath, he squeezed the trigger. The projectile soared through the air. Zeos watched with silent horror as it slipped past its target, just missing. In the split second that followed, his target rushed forward. Crimson blood sprayed across his field of vision, and darkness soon followed. It was over. Everything was over. "Game over. Play again?" "God [I]damnit![/I]" Zeos snarled. "How the hell can you beat that thing? It's impossible!" Raidon, Imi, and Bunto all sighed. Zeos had made it to the final level in House of the Dead III and just as he was about to defeat the boss, he was slaughtered. Again. For the 36th time. This week. "Seriously, Zeos, you're going to make yourself broke on that game," Raidon said, rubbing his temples. "I won't stop until I've beaten it! I refuse to lose!" "Get used to it, kitty cat..." growled a low voice. Zeos whirled, eyes blazing, upon his nemesis...Ishikawa Inuki. The Stray Dog smirked scornfully at the Wild Cat. He held a single, gleaming quarter inbetween his fingers. It was clear that he thought it was his turn on the machine. "So, how many times you try and win this thing?" he chuckled. "A hundred? A thousand? And you still lose every time?" Zeos hissed softly, baring his teeth. He clenched his fists, knuckles slowly whitening. It was obvious that Inuki had struck a very tender nerve for the no-longer-legendary Wild Cat. His gaming was his pride, and Inuki questioned his might. It was an insult. "I'll beat you at any game you pick," he snarled. "King of Fighters 2002. Team match. Best of three." "You're on." The two stepped over to the machine, sliding quarters into it and quickly navigating to the Team Select screen. It would be K', Maxima, and Whip (Zeos) against Kula, K9999, and Angel (Inuki). Clone against clone. Anti-K' against K' himself. "You're going down, Mutt," Zeos snarled. "Bring it on, Kitten," Inuki growled. Three rounds later, the two were on their last legs. It was 1-1, and both stood at their final character - K' and K9999 - and with but a hit's worth left of health. The battle would be decided in an instant. Cue dramatic taunting. "You've been a worthy adversary, Mutt," Zeos hissed. "Hmm...glad to see you admit defeat, Kitten," Inuki barked back. "Who said anything about defeat!" "Then let's see you block this!" The screen flashed. "Double KO. Match tie. Game over. Play again?" Silence hung in the air, thick and acrid. The leaders turned to glare at one another, electricity crackling in the air. The others behind them shrunk back, feeling the brewing of a terrible storm about to be unleashed. "You..." "You..." "CHEATER!" the two roared. If it were not for Raidon and Taiki, the two probably would've beaten eachother into unconsciousness then and there. But luckily, the aforementioned duo were present, and managed to hold the raging "beasts" back. Limbs flailed wildly, but ineffectively. The refs had stepped in. Game over. Tiger - ULX - Uchiyama Zeos - Lead Singer Dog - Neuvoxetere - Ishikawa Inuki - Lead Singer Monkey - ULX - Sarutobi Bunto - Manager Dragon - Imi - Kagami Imi - Lead Guitar Rooster - Sieg - Kayube Jokuni - Lead Guitar/Back-Up Vocals Ox - Ozymandius Jones - Nakamuro Raidon - Bass Snake - ^.^ - Iino Taiki - Backstage Work Horse - StarrStruck - Kobayashi Kyoujin - Turntables/Sound Hare - MistressRoxie - Nishimura Tsutomu - Writing/Piano Rat - KKC - Uchiyama Kimi - Drums Sheep - Pumpkin - Saionji Michiko - Tambourine Boar - Sakura - Hiwatari Sakura - Guitar/Back-Up Vocals For more information on the characters, information in general, questions, etc., feel free to check out the [COLOR=SlateGray][URL=http://otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=659914][COLOR=SlateGray]Underground[/COLOR][/URL][/COLOR] [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1][B]Ozy -[/B] Yeah, I suppose rival gangs WOULD mock them...man, Ozy, you're giving me some good ideas for this thing. Thanks muchly. And I totally spaced on Entwisle...heh. The Who are quite awesome, and I thank you (again) for reminding me of that. [B]KKC -[/B] Yay for music nerds! The main post here isn't going to be the actual Inn post. There will be more added to it, no doubt (especially with Ozy's great ideas), and probably some edits. Man, two "kudos"s and an "I love you." I'm doing damned good so far.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Well, glad to see that people actually like this so far. Even if the Zodiac thing isn't really original. *sighs* I'm a sucker for cliches sometimes... In answer to some questions... [B]Kamuro:[/B] Every spot will, hopefully, be filled. Although I'm awfully tempted to take Bunto...crazy little monkey. The instruments and jobs and such are entirely your choice - it's pretty much first come, first serve. [B]Ozy:[/B] While I hadn't really thought about rival gangs, the rival bands thing was going to be a plot point. Being the aggressive, egotistical, competetive bastards they all are, they're trying to show that they are THE best ever to hit the world. So, naturally, they're going to come up against some opposition. And an Ox with a bass sounds cool, actually...[/SIZE][/COLOR]

Wolfgang looked around the table, carefully evaluating the three new faces. The women were each different, and each seemed...very interesting. The exorcist, Vedette, was a strange one; Sakura, she was mysterious, pure and simple; and the Irish woman...she seemed very odd indeed. [I]So, the time has come...[/I] With casual elegance, Wolfgang drew their attention to him by discreetly removing his glasses. He faced a wall...well, his colleague Karl, and a wall. No one could see his eyes but the six in front of him. First Alyssa looked over, then the exorcist, then the Irish girl, then the warrior. They stared at the crackling fire contained within his irises. [B]"As you all surely now,"[/B] he said, with a low, cool whisper. [B]"There are things in this world beyond was science recognizes. Things of darkness, of evil, and of magic. Things like ghosts,"[/B] his eyes flitted to Vedette. [B]"Demons,"[/B] then he looked to Sakura. [B]"And maybe more,"[/B] last, he looked to Deirdre. [B]"They are all very real, and all very much a threat. "A darkness is upon us, greater than any faced in history. As you might suspect, I have gained some of my greatness through less than moral means. The truth is...I obtained them from the Devil,"[/B] he said, pausing thoughtfully. [B]"Well, a Devil,"[/B] he said at last. [B]"Mephistopheles is his name. He is the same demon that catered to my ancestor, Johannes Faustus. But my soul is not at stake here...my eyes are."[/B] [B]"Eyes? Demons don't take eyes,"[/B] Deirdre scoffed. [B]"You'd be surprisde what demons would take,"[/B] Faustus said sternly. "[B]True, they prefer souls. But something much greater is in the works, m'lady. My eyes are now part of a ritual, an anctient ritual which I discovered quite by accident. The Ritual of Schwarzgott. A vital ingredient of it are the Eyes of a Sorcerer, which is exactly what I have become. And it is not my intent to boast when I say that I am one of the greatest sorcerers of our day...I am merely telling you how powerful the ritual will be. "Mephistopheles is out to collect the other ingredients, and he's tearing open the gates of Hell to do so. If he succeedes...the Devil will be loose, and it will be Armageddon."[/B] The table was silent, the air tense. Food lay forgotten on the table, and the only action was Deirdre taking a slow drink of wine. Wolfgang couldn't blame her. [B]"So...so you're saying that we...we are on the verge of..."[/B] Vedette began. [B]"The Apocalypse, yes,"[/B] Wolfgang finished, nodding wearily. [B]"And what do you want us to do?"[/B] Vedette asked, after a long pause. Wolfgang sighed. He didn't want to drag these people into this...but he had to. [B]"I want you to help me stop Mephistopheles. And, if necessary, all the Lords of Hell."[/B] [B]"The Lords of Hell?"[/B] Deirdre said sharply. A hush fell over the rest of the restaurant, and some looked over with typical aristocratic bemusement. [B]"Ah...pardon me..."[/B] Deirdre said softly. [B]"Yes, the Lords of Hell. The powerful demons the rule over the sinners. I have reason to suspect that one is, at this very moment, on our material plane."[/B] [B]"And what leads you to this suspicion?"[/B] the exorcist asked sternly. Wolfgang gave her a cold, hard stare. [B] "I have seen a...Shade. A spirit of a Sinner. On this plane of existence."[/B] Stunned silence fell over Wolfgang's party.

[COLOR=Silver][SIZE=1] First of all - no, this is not about animals. It's an idea that's popped into my head, a tale of two gangs, a band, romance, and a monkey. No, there is no cross-gang romance, and no, the monkey isn't really a monkey. The Gangs are the Wild Cats and the Stray Dogs, which aren't really gangs. They're just two groups of less-than-well adjusted teens who clash on occasion, and have been dubbed gangs by teachers, elders, and their less rowdy peers. The Wild Cats are a bit more normal, being "led" by Uchiyama Zeos, a silver-haired punk rocker. He's joined by his best friend, his secret crush, and Bunto, the aforementioned monkey. The Stray Dogs, however, are much more gang-like. The leader, THE Stray Dog himself, is pierced, tattooed, and likes smashing heads, as does his best friend. I know what you're thinking: "This is just another gang-clash RP, isn't it?" No. No it's not. The gangs exist shortly, because they are soon drawn together by the faculty to finally do something constructive. The Principal's ultimatum: "Do something good for once, or you're all expelled." So, what are these wayward teens to do? They start a band. Which they call (they being Bunto) Cats and Dogs. Bunto, always the clever one, notices something interesting about the Cats and Dogs - they all embody the Chinese Zodiac, from Zeos, the Wild Cat (Tiger) to Stray Dog...the Dog. Bunto's a monkey, and Imi, Zeos' crush, is very much the Dragon. The Twelve of them will have to fight off the faculty, their rivals, and, most of all, eachother if they want to survive 'til graduation. Here's a few blurbs for the Cats and Dogs: The Tiger - Zeos is your typical tiger. He's a rebel with boundless energy, a colourful nature, and more than a little nack for getting in trouble. He also has a bit of an ego. Well, a lot of an ego. However, inside, he's a gentle romantic with a big heart. The Dog - Inuki (with the kanji for "Dog" and "Spirit") is not a happy young man. He has a defined sense of right and wrong, good and evil, and everything in his world is black and white. His temper is quick to anger, but, sadly, not quick to calm. Aside from his initial anger and distrust, the Stray Dog is an intelligent and protective guy who just needs to loosen up. The Monkey - Bunto is, like most monkeys, a clever, free-spirited, energetic little guy. He's very smart, but he almost always acts before thinking things through, making him appear foolish, reckless, and insane. Which he kind of is... Bunto is, however, the watcher. He sees everything that happens and knows everything that goes on within his world, though he'd never let it on. Before the joining, he was a Wild Cat. The Dragon - Imi is a raging ball of fire. She has a boundless spirit, hot temper, and always speaks her mind. She's tough, determined, and more than a little stubborn. She's also the only force on earth that can reign in the Wild Cat himself. She loves to live, loves to get out and do things, and often has to drag the rest of the Wild Cats out off their butts. The Rooster - Zeos' best friend and "second-in-command" for the Wild Cats, he's a colorful, cocky, caustic SOB. Luckily, he's redeemed by being almost relentlessly optimistic, if far too ambitious for his own good. He mimics Zeos' punk style, even going a step further. He's always convinced he's right, and never backs down from a fight. The Ox - While he's grouped together with the rest of the lazy, belligerent Wild Cats, the Ox is actually a hardworker, getting along with Imi because of it. He's diligent and meticulous, and may be one of the only Cats or Dogs with a level head on his shoulders, except maybe the Snake and Hare. However, he has their tendency to kind of...explode when he's mad, which makes him a little scary. Still, he's usually docile, and often ends up pulling people apart. The Snake - Clever, elegant, charming, and romantic, it's a wonder that he even associates with the rest of this twisted lot. However, one thing is clear - the Snake is one of the only things keeping the Stray Dogs from tearing the Wild Cats apart, or vice-versa. He's a skillful negotiator, second only to the Hare, and can always lighten a heavy atmosphere. He's also almost annoyingly beautiful...at least for the other men. Oddly enough, he was a Stray Dog first. The Horse - The Horse is a Stray Dog, and he belongs with Inuki. The two of them are aggressive, hot-headed, and very rough. Freedom is his forte, as is relentless physical action that he normally shows as violence. He always shows his feelings in any situation, except sadness, and is one of the most passionate, blindly-in-love guys around...when he's in love, of course. The Hare - Cultured, elegant, and refined, the Hare is another Stray Dog who just isn't. The Snake is his kindred spirit, and the two must constantly battle against the reckless, violent urges of Inuki and the Horse. Brilliant, artistic, and charming, there are few more popular than he. And, just like the Snake, he's rather popular with the ladies due to his looks. The Rat - The last and littlest of the Wild Cats, she's actually Zeos' younger sister, and the fact that she has managed to work her way into the Wild Cats irks him to no end. She's very bright and happy, ususally keeping the Wild Cats' spirits up alongside Bunto. Just like the friendly monkey, she's clever and even wise beyond her years. Still, she's just a young girl and often has to have Nii-san save her from trouble. The Sheep - Passive, calm, sweet, and caring, the Sheep really has no place with even the Wild Cats, let alone the Stray Dogs. But her caring nature really is appreciated as she watches out for her reckless "charges". Lucky and loving, she never stays in trouble for any stretch of time, except the current situation. Still, she won't back down or leave her friends behind, because she's great like that. The Boar - She is...very determined in life, letting nothing stop her. Kind of like a freight train. However, unlike a freight train, she's a happy, fun-seeking young woman, always on the look out for the next party or social gathering, and she usually drags the rest along. Interesting enough, the Horse seems rather smitten with her. And, since this involves them starting a band, there's musical instruments involved, something that all of them are skilled at. Well, most of them. Some watch from the side lines. Zeos and Inuki (Stray Dog) are both vying for the position of Lead Singer. Imi has taken up guitar, and Bunto stays back as the Band Manager. They are in need of drums, bass, another guitar, and any other instruments that others can provide. Or, there always space for lights, effects, and maybe even some mix work. The names, appearences, histories, instruments, and such are left for you to choose. Just some basic personality bits and even a little backstory for those I got carried away with...eh heh. Comments? Feedback? Critics will be shot...um, that last bit was a joke. Criticisms are great. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Sarissa looked around the dark forest, grumbling to herself. This had not been a good day for her. She had been jarred off of her very comfortable pillow - twice, mind you - by Molltenders; she had been...[I]gooped[/I] by Katchya's traps; she had been forced to eat a miserable stew; she had had to care for some little girl; and now, she was lost in the woods. "Lost in the woods" was one of Sarissa's least favorite "status" describers. It was up there with "broke," "hungry," "tired," "unwashed," and "sober". She was, incidentally, all of those things, too. This put her in a miserable mood. And, as it happens, she was with someone who put her in one of those states. [B]"Where the hell are we?" [/B] Sarissa snapped. Katchya looked over, looking almost as miserable as Sarissa felt. [B]"You're asking me?" "No. I'm asking the rotted stump."[/B] Katchya flushed slightly and looked away. Sarissa sighed and scanned the trees for some sign of...anything, other than moss and darkness. She didn't like moss, or darkness, though moss wasn't very high on her list of things she didn't like. Darkness was conditional. It was about this time that Sarissa heard a loud, girly scream coming out of the forest. It sounded like "zombie," but she couldn't be sure. If it was, that was one more thing she didn't like. Zombies were gross. Very, very gross. And often far too persistent for their (or Sarissa's) own good. The high-pitched screaming wasn't appreciated, either. The screaming continued, accompanied by the twanging of a guitar. Sarissa felt her brow crease and a muscle begin to tic near her eye. [B]"Tical's in trouble,"[/B] she growled, sighing. [B]"Again,"[/B] she added, with another exasperated sigh. [B]"We should go help him,"[/B] Katchya "agreed," staring off in the direction of the effeminate screams. [B]"Or, we could not. Because as much as I don't like Morag or Widdershins, I much prefer them to Tical. And they have my pillow."[/B] Katchya stared at her. [B]"You're heartless. You know that, right?"[/B] [B]"And proud,"[/B] Sarissa added, with a sparkling smile. [B]"Well, I'm going to go help Tical,"[/B] Katchya said curtly. She proceeded to run off towards him. And, since "alone" was not something Sarissa liked, either (at least, not "alone and lost in dark forest with zombies about"), she followed her fellow Spade.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

Wolfgang slipped his sleek black cellphone back into his pocket as soon as he saw Karl pull up. He was nervous, and impatient, and had he taken a second or two longer, he would've called Karl up in an instant. And not just because of the looming Apocalypse. Well, the looming Apocalypse had a hand in it, of course... Faustus had seen [I]something[/I]. While walking with Alyssa, there had been something in the crowd. He hadn't seen it, per se. Had barely noticed it, even. But it had been there. A flicker of silver out of the corner of his eye. When he turned, there it was, if for only a moment. Pale and guant, with flat, unnatural eyes. Worn and tired and pained. Wreathed in silver. Nearly invisible amidst the crowd, but there all the same. A Shade. It was the first sign...that Hell was, indeed, breaking loose. It was a tortured sinner, loosed from Hell and waiting to make its mark on humanity. From its looks, it was a low Shade, not a heavy sinner. Probably not even a sinner...just a Trimmer. One who never chose good or evil during life, destined to sit on the shores of the River Styx for eternity. [I]But...[/I] [B]"Guten Abend. A pleasure to see you both tonight."[/B] Wolfgang was snapped out of his ruminations by his friend's arrival. He smiled softly and shook Karl's hand heartily. [B]"Guten Abend, Karl. I'm glad to see you safe and healthy."[/B] [B]"So, Wolfgang, who are we meeting here?"[/B] Karl inquired, looking around at the sparce street. [B]"A few members of similar prof- "[/B] The high whining beep of his cellphone caught him midsentance. It played out the opening cords of [I]Mr. Mephistopheles[/I], from [I]Cats[/I]. Wolfgang felt his face tighten slightly, and the color slowly fade away. For good reason, since it hadn't been his ring tone this morning. As if as an afterthought, he pulled it from his pocket and clicked the "talk button". [B]"Guten Abend. Dr. Faustus speaking,"[/B] he said, tone curt yet ethereal. [B]"Who is calling?"[/B] [B]"Guten Abend, sir. It's Kass. Dr. Nesbitt is here."[/B] the man replied, equally curt but far less ethereal. [B]"Shall I send her to meet you?"[/B] Wolfgang paused. If she did, indeed, talk with Faustus and his "colleagues," she probably wouldn't be able to comprehend their discussion, and rumors may circulate of the good doctors failing health - mental, of course. However, if he didn't meet with her soon, she might be in peril. [B]"Nein. But tell her that I shall meet with her later tonight. 20:30 at the latest."[/B] [B]"Yes, sir."[/B] The line fell dead. Faustus felt a little...unsettled even thinking the term, but why? Why, because any number of his friends may end up that way soon. He checked his watch. It was 17:11. [B]"Let's get inside. It's almost time,"[/B] he informed his two allies. [B]"Ah, so it is, brother,"[/B] Alyssa gasped, checking her own watch. [B]"I'll get our table."[/B] [I]But...[/I] The nagging worry had returned to Faustus' mind. What was it, he tried to remember, that had [I]really[/I] happened to the Trimmers. In Dante, they were just sent to lie on the shores, away from God's love... [I]But that's not all,[/I] his mind informed him with what sounded like sadistic glee. [I]Isn't it? Not quite...can't you remember? Obviously not. Maybe some food and drink will stimulate your consciousness, then. Or, perhaps, you'll just find out when it's too late...[/I] Wolfgang growled under his breath and shook the doubts from his mind. He had to remain calm, strong, and optimistic. Doubts could get him killed, a rush action could get many killed, weakness...well, without his strength, there's an Apocalypse ready to take center stage. [B]"Let's get that table,"[/B] he agreed, walking in after Alyssa. And, to make things perfectly clear, he added, [B]"And some wine."[/B]

Chapter One: Die Versammlung Sturm In a small German city, nine men and women prepare to meet. Sorcerors, alchemists, excorcists, warriors, and doctors, they gather as the forces of darkness loom around them. The Daemons of Hell, they shades of sinners, and the monsters of Earth act as emmisaries for the Dark One himself. And on the side of good are Sinners, Saints, and those somewhere in between. These motley heroes must gather quickly, or they shall be torn apart. Characters: All Length: As long as it needs to be. The phone-call to Karl had been made. He had met with David. The excorcists had been called. His sister was waiting. They would all be here soon. Except... [B]"Johannes..."[/B] Wolfgang breathed. Johannes Mann, the younger of Faustus' two assistants, had been missing. And this was a fact that deeply troubled the young doctor, especially now that the signs were beginning. The sudden pain in his eyes could only herald Mephistopheles' return...there was no other explanation. Wolfgang let out a low sigh. There was no time for worrying about what may be. only about what is. The storm was brewing around all the world, and it would no doubt make a head in Germany. Also doubtlessly was the fact that Mephistopheles would make a personal appearence for the young doctor - probably to collect, once and for all. [B]"Holly, [I]kommst[/I],"[/B] Wolfgang called softly. He followed it with a low whistle. The hellhound rushed in almost instantly...a bright red pump in its large, slavering mouth. Alyssa would [I]not[/I] be pleased. Faustus took the shoe from Holle and threw it into the wastebasket for...decontamination at a later date. With all luck, Alyssa would never notice. Wolfgang was never particularly lucky. [B]"[I]Wo im [/I]fuck[I] ist mein schuh![/I]"[/B] Alyssa screamed. Wolfgang and Holly exchanged glances the both said, quite well, "we are soundly screwed, old chum." [B]"I think it's best if we leave quickly, Holly,"[/B] Wolfgang murmured. He could already hear his sister's angry stomping drawing nearer. Holle offered a low, agreeing [I]chuff[/I]. Wolfgang nodded curtly and began chanting that old fail-safe when dealing with evil spirits. [B]"In't my medium ye go o denizen of Hell and may your spirit remain until I bid you free."[/B] A crackle of energy and a brief whiff of sulfer and ozone were all that remained of Holle. That, and the lupine engraving that appeared on the long ash shaft of Wolfgang's cane. It was at just that moment that Alyssa slammed open Wolfgang's door and loomed in like an angry tiger. In fact, the resemblance was a little [I]too[/I] uncanny for Wolfgang's tastes, but he didn't bat an eyelash. Once you stare down a demon, little else can make you quake. [B]"Where is it, Wolfgang,"[/B] Alyssa said so softly that Faustus almost had to lean in to hear her. [B]"Were is what, mein sister?"[/B] Wolfgang said, feigning innocence with incredible accuracy. [B]"That [I]verdammt[/I] dog you keep around, Wolfgang. Were is it?" [/B] Alyssa was still speaking in soft, venemous tones. It was, honestly, more frightening than shouting. [B]"Alyssa, I fear we do not have times to discuss such things,"[/B] Wolfgang replied, equally calm. [B]"And why not, brother?" "Well, the Apocalypse springs to mind..."[/B] Alyssa shot him a hot glare, but turned swiftly on her heel. Wolfgang rose and followed slowly after her, leaning on his cane a little more than necessary. [B]"We are due at the restaurant at 5:30, sister. You best be ready by then." "Maybe if I could find my shoes!"[/B] The last sound out of Alyssa was her double-doors slamming shut loudly. Wolfgang held up one finger and opened his mouth, paused, and let his hand drop limply to his side, shutting his mouth. [B]"No reasoning with that woman..." [/B] he sighed. His cane barked. [CENTER]*****[/CENTER] [COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1][B]OOC: [/B]I apologize if I led you on to believe that this RP would be straight horror, violence, and drama. I've always had a comedic streak, so expect some moments of comedy, if only to lighten the otherwise dense, bleak mood. And if you didn't like the comedy, well, you can expect oodles of gore and angst in the near future. The Storm Gathers (so says the chapter title) and thus do the warriors. Bring your characters to Berlin and let them draw close. The chapter ends when we are all together, and all Hell breaks loose. So, if you don't want to fight, keep running. The Apocalypse will come to you, anyway. Oh, and I hope my little bits of German from time to time don't throw you off too much. If necessary, I'll put up a glossary or something. [CENTER]-ULX-[/CENTER][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Sorry if it's been a while. I do intend to start this soon, probably this weekend. However, I'd like everyone to finish their sign-ups first. I hope to get this in gear before you all lose interest, since I really liked this idea. I don't see anything right now that needs changing, and I'm rather pleasently surprised at all the inventive and unusual characters. Kudos.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Sarissa de Leon [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Age:[/B] 24 [B]Skill:[/B] Sarissa is an attractive young woman who likes to take things from other people. So what better skill for the lascivious thief than to use her, ahem, [I]feminine charms[/I] to their fullest? However, since this use of seduction sometimes backfires, Sarissa has trained herself in unarmed combat, making her a powerful and graceful warrior. [B]Entertainment:[/B] Sarissa flaunts her body, and her skills, the best way a musician can: By being a scantily clad dancer. [B]Appearance: [/B] [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=random&cat=0&pos=-517]Sarissa[/URL], in her dancing garb. She usually wears an actual shirt, as well as a slightly longer skirt. [B]Personality:[/B] Sarissa is, well, a seductress, plain and simple. She has no moral objection for playing to weaknesses of men...or stealing their stuff at the same time. In fact, she finds that its her "calling" in life to take the valuable possessions of drunken louts. Or, at least, that's what she tells everybody... Apart from her seduction, Sarissa is a tough, rather hard-headed woman. Fiercly stubborn, she never, ever backs down from a challange. Thus, she is GOING to steal the Dragon Dews, come Hell or high water. Determined, fiery, and occasionally quite reckless, she is a raging tornado of self-interest and self-appriciation. In addition, she's a sarcastic little spitfire, constantly teasing and shooting down her comrades. [B]Any Other Info:[/B] Never, ever, under any circumstances, call her "baby," "honey," "hot stuff," or anything like it. Because you will probably end up less of a man for it. Also, she hates people who don't take things seriously. And cats. And, now that I think about it, anything that isn't money, jewlery, ale, or a fluffy pillow. [B]OOC: [/B] DW, the music (and the RP, of course) rocks my socks. Chrono Cross pwnz![/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]I think I'm gonna do two this time around, just because I'm nice like that. First to face my psychoanalytic powers is...my dear Delacroix. [B]SN: [/B] Delacroix is the dark, silver-haired, bishie badboy from the game Chaos Legion. He's evil, twisted, and dead sexy. This would lead me to believe that you are all these things. In addition, you like silver-haired bishies, which shows you have good taste. [B]Custom Title: [/B] You proclaim you are "On the edge of breaking down," which shows that you are going through a rough time emotionally. I wonder why... [B]Avatar/Banner:[/B] Well, you don't actually have a banner. Just an avatar, which happens to be of a gothic, red-haired, pretty boy. Might this describe you? I'd wager that it does. Also, from what you've told me of the character (that being his name, Michael the Archangel), you are probably vengeful, strong, and very, very cool. As if there was any doubt. [B]Sig:[/B] First, you state that there is a particular person who can take your breath away. On closer analysis, it's me. This informs me that you are enraptured with me, which proves, again, that you have good taste. Lower in your sig, you appear to be quoting lyrics of some kind. Angsty ones. From this, I gather that you like angsty music, and are probably angst-ridden yourself. [B]Conclusion: [/B] You're a dark, sexy, gothic, angsty young woman who has very, very good taste. You like bishies, preferably ones who are gothic, and seem pretty dark yourself. Your infatuation with all things sexy and mysterious leads me to assume you, too, are sexy and mysterious. You are strong and beautiful, and will no doubt get through your current emotinal crisis. In other words, you rock. Next on the chopping block...GoldScorpion78 [B]SN: [/B] Well, you're gold. And a scorpion. The 78th Gold Scorpion, in fact. You are obviously a person with good self worth, considering you see yourself as gold. You might even be blonde, but that's just meaningless conjecture. By proclaiming yourself a "scorpion," you give off the vibe of someone shadowy, lethal, and powerful. [B]Custom Title: [/B] Apparently, you have been Knighted. By the King of...Pomerania. ...O_o [B]Avatar:[/B] Your avatar is of Hatake Kakashi, of Naruto. Kakashi is powerful, mysterious, and also a bit of a goofy pervert. You are, too, probably a shadowy warrior of great strength. Who likes naked women and/or men, which is perfectly respectable. [B]Sig/Banner:[/B] Well, your sig doesn't really tell me much, but your banner certainly does. Your banner shows Charles Manson, famous serial killer. Except he wasn't, really, since he never killed anyone himself. He got his "family" to do it for him. Obviously, you are fascinated with the darker side of humanity, particularly murderers and other criminals. You probably consider yourself dark, and maybe even manipulative. [B]Conclusion: [/B] You're dark and deadly, or at least have a fascination with those who are. You consider yourself worthy and powerful, great enough to be knighted. Well, do my two subjects care to comment?[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1][CENTER][B]Name:[/B] Jion Orlander [B]Age:[/B] 18 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Race:[/B] Human [B]Homeworld:[/B] Tatooine [B]Affiliate Order:[/B] New Jedi Order [B]Rank:[/B] Padawan [B]Class:[/B] Padawan Peacekeeper [B]Lightsaber:[/B] Jion's lightsaber is very strangely crafter, with a long, narrow hilt that has slender strands of metal encircling the handle and a bent-back ring of metal that acts as a kind of handguard. The hilt is slightly hooked, and he has his family name, "Orlander," enscribed on it. The blade itself is a pure white, white the occasional flash of dark silver energy. [B]Lightsaber Style: [/B] Shien, Level One [B]Force Powers: [/B] Valour Force Jump Force Push Stun [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.naimoka.com/image.php3?image=arts2/nomura/kh/persos/riku3.jpg]Like this[/URL]. He wears the usual clothes of a Padawan learner, but has dyed his outer jacket black and has a bright red head-band to keep back his long hair. [B]Biography:[/B] The Orlanders were not rich, nor were they famous. They had no claim to fame, no special lineage, no ties to greater things. They were a simple family, with little in the way of material worth. But they had something that too few did in this time of darkness and poverty. The Orlanders had honor. And it was for this very reason that when a group of Jawas approached the Orlander patriarch, Karell, and made him an offer of riches in exchange for being a Jawa workhorse, he declined. It is because of the Orlander honor that when Karell's wife, Arrisa, was kidnapped, he went after her. It was because of their foolish pride, and endless honor, that Jion was rendered an orphan in the sands of Tatooine. The world was a dark place from then on for young Jion. He was alone - his elder sister, and sole guardian, was killed but a year later by Sand People. He was embittered by his losses, made violent and angry by all that had been taken from him so unfairly. So he devoted his life to taking from others. He wanted vengeance from the world, and all within it. And thus, the Orlander honor temporarily vanished in a haze of rage. All was going well for the young thief, until he cross the wrong man. Not just any man, of course. A Jedi. The wise old Knight caught Jion in the act, and would've cast the boy out onto the street, if he hadn't noticed something different about the street rat. Whispers of the force clung to the boy, and the old Jedi saw that it could be cultivated into true power. The old Jedi was the one who gave Jion the lightsaber that the boy uses even today, and trained him for 5 years until the elder's untimely end. Jion cherishes the lightsaber as a reminder of his Master, just as he cherishes his sister's ring. Bitter and angry at the world, Jion has had everything he cares for taken from him until now. And now, with his new powers, he will not let anyone take anything from him again. Anyone who crosses him risks his seemingly fathomless wrath. It is a darkness that keeps his heart tied to the pain of the past. But the elders believe - he can sever the ties of darkness, and release himself from pain and hatred. At least, they hope he can. [B]Personality:[/B] Jion is not a good Jedi, at least, not when it comes to ridding himself of emotion. It's probably one of the major reasons he's still Padawan, since he does have a good grasp of the force and and even greater grasp of the lightsaber. Jion is, when you get right down to it, a punk. He's fairly rebellious, especially to his Master, and never holds his tongue, which makes it a wonder he hasn't had it cut out by now. His rather abraisive nature is complemented with a fiery temper and frequent bouts of unchecked aggression and recklessness. However, Jion's street rat nature isn't all bad; he's also picked up a clever mind and a skilled sense of strategy. He can talk his way out of almost anything, using a surprisingly cautious tongue when he wants to. In addition, his recklessness isn't really reckless; he is a brilliant judge of danger and risk, and has yet to make a seriously life-threatening act. His only real rough spot is his tendency to give into battle lust. [B]Other:[/B] The only remnants of Jion's past are his lightsaber and a dragon ring that he always wears, and the former will be used on any who tries to take the latter. [B]Final Question[/B] I found the sign-up very skillful and well put together, even for one such as me who has inexstensive knowledge of the Star Wars universe.[/CENTER][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]All right, Mad Hatter. 'Tis your turn... [B]SN: [/B] Well, you're probably quite mad. By which, I mean your insane. Possibly completely. You also either have a flair for the classics, like to remain tied to nostalgia and youth...or you just remembered the name. Also, you might like hats. [B]Custom Title: [/B] Well, obviously you are insane, regal, and depressed. Manic, meaning "crazed, with great enthusiam, etc." would have one believe you are either crazy, or very enthusiastic about your endevours, in this case being depressed. Probably both. Your a queen, which means you believe you are important, superior, and female. Well, not necessarily "believe" on that last bit. [B]Avatar/Banner: [/B] Your banner and avi are both dark, simplistic, and rather sexual in nature. You hold ties to the darker side of life, and also the erotic side of human nature. You are, no doubt, beautiful and not at all sexually repressed. You are also probably a more simplistic person, without using too much flair or opulence in your appearence and decor. [B]Sig: [/B] You consider yourself nerdy...really nerdy. You are a youth, which could mean anywhere from diapers to your mid-20s, really. And somehow, I don't peg you for toddler. You also have a good sense of humor and are, again, sexual in nature. [B]Conclusion: [/B] You're insane, no doubt about that. You're also female, self-confidant, probably enthusiastic, dark, sexy, and have some nice wit. You appreciate the simple things, and the fancy things, too. Good on ya'. Well, how off the mark was I, if I might ask?[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1][QUOTE=The London Times, November 2nd, 1998][SIZE=1][COLOR=SlateGray]Yesterday, a tragedy occured in a small town outside of Stuttgart, Germany, as respected Physician Rudolph Kass Faustus, 38, and his wife, Mallory, 36, were found murdered in their home. The Stuttgart police have investigated the home and questioned neighbours, but no evidence has been found as of yet. From coroners reports, both died of severe lascerations and witnesses upon their removal from the scene by medical personel have reported that both were extremely mutilated. The police state that they have no suspects as of this time, but they are continuing to question colleagues of Dr. Faustus', who was apparently on the verge of a major breakthrough. The attack as left the Faustus' two children, Wolfgang and Allyson, mainly uninjured. Wolfgang, 16, has suffered injuries to his eyes, as has Allyson, 12, but neither is life-threatening or, states Dr. Rupert Vossburg of Stuttgart General Hospital, "immediately injurious to either child's vision." So far, the only clues the police have is some ash residue on the ground and what neighbours report as, "a lingering smell of bad eggs." Police representatives are refusing comment on these clues at this time.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/QUOTE] [QUOTE=The LA Times, October 21st, 2006][SIZE=1][COLOR=SlateGray]In two days time, on October 23rd, 2006, the Nobel Prize will once again be given out for those who have achieved great things this past year. But standing above the great events is the even greater history of one recipient of an award, Dr. Wolfgang Bernard Faustus. In the winter of 1998, Dr. Faustus lost his family at the hands of a still uncaptured killer who left his parents brutally murdered, and his younger sister and him orphaned, to be placed in the care of their grandparents, Ulrich and Grizelda Faustus. And while this tragedy would crush the spirit of some, it seems that it only inspired Dr. Faustus to great things. Only a year after the death of his parents, Faustus entered the Berlin School of Medicine at the young age of 17. His brilliant mind propelled him through the courses and, in only 5 years times, he had recieved his Masters Degree in Biochemistry. This monumental achievement was made in spite of the gradual blindness that was developing in his left eye - a remnant of the attack that took his parents. Now, Dr. Faustus is to recieve the Nobel Prize in Science and Medicine for his work on the AIDS virus, with help from his research team, consisting solely of his sister Alyssa Faustus, his research assistants Drs. Karl Heidelburg and Johannes Mann, and himself. Dr. Faustus will be making his way to the stage with his eccentric sister and his prized Rottweiler, Holly.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/QUOTE] [QUOTE=www.dictionary.com][COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]doc·tor n. 1. A person, especially a physician, dentist, or veterinarian, trained in the healing arts and licensed to practice. 2. [INDENT]a. A person who has earned the highest academic degree awarded by a college or university in a specified discipline. b. A person awarded an honorary degree by a college or university. [/INDENT] 3. [I]Abbr.[/I] [B]Dr.[/B] Used as a title and form of address for a person holding the degree of doctor. sor·cer·er n. One who practices sorcery; a wizard. necromancer n 1: one who practices magic or sorcery [syn: sorcerer, magician, wizard] 2: one who practices divination by conjuring up the dead dev·il n. 1. often Devil In many religions, the major personified spirit of evil, ruler of Hell, and foe of God. Used with the. 2. A subordinate evil spirit; a demon. 3. A wicked or malevolent person. rit·u·al n. 1. The prescribed order of a religious ceremony. 2. The body of ceremonies or rites used in a place of worship.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/QUOTE] [QUOTE=The Tome of Verrücktarzt][SIZE=1][COLOR=SlateGray]Take up your cauldron, black as coal Poure in thy waters of a downed man Add the ashes of arson, Leafes that inspire the dark lust Stir in the bloode of a harlot, and spittle of a greate wolfe With teethe of silver Stir the brewe with blood-stained sword Then, ye add the viper's venome And the hearts of three violent men Wing of bat, feather of a flaming birde Obsidian powder, and black sand too Thick oil, a baby's life, and tongue of a begger Last, the ring of a faithless wife and forged coin, wrapped in snake's skin With winde at your back, water at your front, cold stone beneath, and fire burn 'round Pour it int the skull of an angel, and add last the slothful soul and eyes of a sorcerer Drink deep, and the dark shalle rise again[/COLOR][/SIZE][/QUOTE] These are but a few of the hand-scrawled notes, newspaper clippings, and torn pages that fill the secret folder one Dr. Faustus has hidden in his office. Only he and his "research team" are privvy to their secrets, as only they could unwravel the mysteries. Wolfgang Bernard Faustus was but a child when he heard the tale of his ancestor, the legendary Johannes Faustus. And when the story was through, he knew that he had to know what the old man did. On his tenth birthday, Faustus summoned up the devil Mephistopheles, and a pact was made. Faustus recieved knowledge in all fields, especially black magic, in exchange for something of great value. Not his soul, no, but something even greater for the wiley demon. He wanted the boy's eyes. Because Mephistopheles has found the Ritual of Schwarzgott, and with the aid of the Lords of Hell, he is going to carry it out. And if he succedes, he will break the barrier between Earth and Hell, and let the Apocalypse come forth. When Faustus was 16, the devil came calling. He wanted to collect his prize, but the boy's parents made a tantelizing offer. Their souls, for the boys life. They bought him and his sister time...but time is running out. Distasters are popping up all over the world, tied to bizarre supernatural events. And only the tortured doctor and his few believers can end it. With his Hellhound at his side, and the secrets of black magic at hand, Faustus plans to stop Mephistopheles. But terrible things stand in his way...[/SIZE][/COLOR] [CENTER]*****[/CENTER] [COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]"Now that the gloomy shadow of the earth Longing to view Orion?s drizzling look, Leaps from the antarctic world unto the sky, And dims the welkin with her pitchy breath, Faustus, begin thine incantations, And try if devils will obey thy hest, Seeing thou hast pray?d and sacrific?d to them. Within this circle is Jehovah?s name, Forward and backward anagrammatis?d, The breviated names of holy saints, Figures of every adjunct to the Heavens, And characters of signs and erring 1 stars, By which the spirits are enforc?d to rise: Then fear not, Faustus, but be resolute, And try the uttermost magic can perform." Wolfgang read the words aloud once again, quickly snapping the battered leather book closed with a squeeze. The worn volume bore fading letters on its cover, reading simply, "Faustbuch". He set it carefully onto his desk, leaning back in his plush chair and resting his eyes closed. And from memory, he recited the incantation. "[I]Sint mihi Dei Acherontis propitii! Valeat numen triplex Jehovae! Ignei, aerii, aquatani spiritus, salvete! Orientis princeps Belzebub, inferni ardentis monarcha, et Demogorgon, propitiamus vos, ut appareat et surgat Mephistophilis. Quid tu moraris? per Jehovam, Gehennam et consecratum aquam quam nunc spargo, signumque crucis quod nunc facio, et per vota nostra, ipse nunc surgat nobis dicatus Mephistophilis[/I]." The words flowed smoothly off his tongue, with none of the fear or stutter that it contained that night so long ago. The night he summoned Mephistopheles, and promised away his eyes. The raspy padding, soft and quiet, heralding Holly's entrance. Faust opened his good eye and rolled it over to look at the skinny hound. His eyes smouldered in their sockets, and his long pink tongue hung as he panted slowly. A leash trailed after him. "Did Alyssa give you a good walk, Holly?" The dog barked a sharp reply, and just then the stomping footsteps rang out as Alyssa charged up. "Your damned dog ran off without me again!" she yelled. Wolfgang smiled softly. Alyssa's words were, of course, more acurate than she intended. "Of course he's damned...he's a Hellhound, Alyssa." Alyssa flushed and opened her mouth to say something, but paused. Wolfgang could see her face twisting in agony, and felt hot pain rush through his eyes. His blind eye felt like it was on fire, the other slightly better. He clutched his face with a gloved hound, snarling under his breath. "Mephistopheles..."[/SIZE][/COLOR] [CENTER]*****[/CENTER] [COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]And lo, the battle begins. Mephistopheles' arrival heralds the coming of the Apocalypse, and Faustus is going to be there, trying to stop it. And you will be there with him, I should hope. The RP is divided in parts, for greater length, I'd hope. This is the beginning, [I]Ein Geschäft Mit Die Teufel[/I]. That's "A Deal With the Devil" for those who don't speak German. Faustus and his allies are off to face the Devil, while his minions wreak havoc across the city. In addition to the Part System, I'm also going to impliment the Chapter System for some structure. Let's see how well I can pull this off, ne? The major roles are, of course, Faustus and his sister/allies. However, that's not all. I need some outsiders, bystanders as it were. Some people to run and scream and let Faustus and the gang give the much needed Exposition. Ready? Well, sign on up. [B]Name:[/B] Faustus and his allies have their names, but feel free to choose, bystanders. This is starting in Germany, so please have it make sense. [B]Age:[/B] [B]Gender:[/B] [B]Nationality:[/B] [B]Appearance: [/B] [B]Weapons:[/B] This is for Faustus' allies. [B]Skills:[/B] Average, survival-based stuff. Marksmanship, tracking, etc. [B]Personality:[/B] [B]Character Snippit: [/B] [B]Name:[/B] Dr. Wolfgang Bernard Faustus [B]Age:[/B] 25 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Nationality:[/B] German [B]Appearance:[/B] Faustus is a slender man, standing 6?0? tall, and weighing roughly 140 lbs. He has the hands of a doctor, with long, strong fingers that he usually protects with white gloves. Also, most of his weight comes from the muscle he has, and he regularly exercises to keep in shape. His features are strong and aristocratic, making him a handsome man. His hair is dark brown, long, and fairly shaggy for a man of his profession. He has a slim moustache and a goatee, as well. His eyes, reminders of the tragic deal he made as a child, are catlike with crimson irises that flash like fire. He hides them with the dark glasses he always wears. Though initially he gives one the impression of a rough, rebellious man still holding onto his teenage years, Faustus dispels this image with his clothing. He is well known for his simple, elegant style, usually comprised of a starched white shirt, ironed black slacks, and a black overcoat. The black-and-white continues with his always white socks, polished black shoes, and the white handkerchief that often emerges from his pocket. Once again, he breaks the mold with his ?fetish? for jewelry. His left ear is pierced three times with silver studs, the right only once, but with a dangling silver pentagram. Around his neck he bears a sterling silver gothic cross, and on his fingers are various rings?at least, when he?s not wearing his gloves. [B]Weapon:[/B] Faustus? sole weapon is a silver-skull topped cane, made of sleek, black varnished ash-wood. The mystical properties of ash make it an excellent tool against demons and other unholy beasts. The silver skull also has its benefits, the silver and the pentagram etched in it making it an excellent channeling device for his powers. [B]Skills:[/B] When Faustus made his pact with Mephistopheles, the Devil granted him great knowledge, particularly in the dark arts. Thus, Faustus has become a sorcerer, the likes of which haven?t been seen in many centuries. Among his powers, Faustus has taken to the conjuring and controlling of demons and spirits. His greatest is the ability to call up a Hellhound, which manifests itself as a Rottweiler with blazing red eyes. He can manipulate the demon spirits, though his abilities in that are not quite yet fully realized. Also, he can control the elements and the very human spirit, creating and manipulating them to his liking. His specialty lies in Fire, but he is quickly catching up with the other four. [B]Personality:[/B] Faustus is, despite what you might believe, a happy man. He's very pleasent to be around, as is usually smiling and sharing his dry wit. He's charming with men and, especially, women, garnering him a bit of a reputation as a ladie's man. His handsome features, romantic nature, and soft-spoken brilliance make for a popular one. Still, he has a lot of pain. His inner turmoil and fear are thick and dark, but he tends to ignore it for the most part. But even if he ignores his misery for the most part, he spends many nights crying himself to sleep and is almost always waiting for the next whiff of sulfer or pang of pain in his eyes. When angered, Faustus becomes more hateful than the demons he controls and destroys. He will stop at nothing short of death to tear evil asunder. Those who cross him will taste the fury of his powers, and with the new strength brimming just under the surface, he will soon become an even greater threat to demon-kind. [B]Character Snippit:[/B] Well...see above. Well, ready for the fight to begin? Then gather your strength, your crucifixes, and your valor. Because hell is on the horizon, and our greatest hero will need their strength to win.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Well, 'tis nice to see all this positive feedback. Well, got a few return comments, or, something to give. First of all, a "thank you" to both Arcadia and Mugen for their information. I hadn't seen that exstensive a bio, and I hadn't had any access to the play until you sent me that version, Arcadia. Well, I'd seen it in the past. Buh...pardon the brain-badness. To Kayin, and to you all, really, I'll relieve your weary and troubled minds that Faust, his sister, and his two assistants aren't the only roles. I've got a lot more planned, like innocent bystanders and such. Besides, I doubt a 4-person RP would be much fun... This will probably start up Saturday or Sunday, since I see quite a bit of interest. Hope to see you all then. -ULX PS. To Delacroix...Heh, no, I'm not writing an RP about Faust the puppy. Though...Faustus' Hellhound, Holly, is visually based on my dog. So...yeah.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1][QUOTE=The London Times, November 2nd, 1998][SIZE=1][COLOR=SlateGray]Yesterday, a tragedy occured in a small town outside of Stuttgart, Germany, as respected Physician Rudolph Kass Faustus, 38, and his wife, Mallory, 36, were found murdered in their home. The Stuttgart police have investigated the home and questioned neighbours, but no evidence has been found as of yet. From coroners reports, both died of severe lascerations and witnesses upon their removal from the scene by medical personel have reported that both were extremely mutilated. The police state that they have no suspects as of this time, but they are continuing to question colleagues of Dr. Faustus', who was apparently on the verge of a major breakthrough. The attack as left the Faustus' two children, Wolfgang and Allyson, mainly uninjured. Wolfgang, 16, has suffered injuries to his eyes, as has Allyson, 12, but neither is life-threatening or, states Dr. Rupert Vossburg of Stuttgart General Hospital, "immediately injurious to either child's vision." So far, the only clues the police have is some ash residue on the ground and what neighbours report as, "a lingering smell of bad eggs." Police representatives are refusing comment on these clues at this time.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/QUOTE] [QUOTE=The LA Times, October 21st, 2006][SIZE=1][COLOR=SlateGray]In two days time, on October 23rd, 2006, the Nobel Prize will once again be given out for those who have achieved great things this past year. But standing above the great events is the even greater history of one recipient of an award, Dr. Wolfgang Bernard Faustus. In the winter of 1998, Dr. Faustus lost his family at the hands of a still uncaptured killer who left his parents brutally murdered, and his younger sister and him orphaned, to be placed in the care of their grandparents, Ulrich and Grizelda Faustus. And while this tragedy would crush the spirit of some, it seems that it only inspired Dr. Faustus to great things. Only a year after the death of his parents, Faustus entered the Berlin School of Medicine at the young age of 17. His brilliant mind propelled him through the courses and, in only 5 years times, he had recieved his Masters Degree in Biochemistry. This monumental achievement was made in spite of the gradual blindness that was developing in his left eye - a remnant of the attack that took his parents. Now, Dr. Faustus is to recieve the Nobel Prize in Science and Medicine for his work on the AIDS virus, with help from his research team, consisting solely of his sister Alyssa Faustus, his research assistants Drs. Karl Heidelburg and Johannes Mann, and himself. Dr. Faustus will be making his way to the stage with his eccentric sister and his prized Rottweiler, Holly.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/QUOTE] [QUOTE=www.dictionary.com][COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]doc·tor n. 1. A person, especially a physician, dentist, or veterinarian, trained in the healing arts and licensed to practice. 2. [INDENT]a. A person who has earned the highest academic degree awarded by a college or university in a specified discipline. b. A person awarded an honorary degree by a college or university. [/INDENT] 3. [I]Abbr.[/I] [B]Dr.[/B] Used as a title and form of address for a person holding the degree of doctor. sor·cer·er n. One who practices sorcery; a wizard. necromancer n 1: one who practices magic or sorcery [syn: sorcerer, magician, wizard] 2: one who practices divination by conjuring up the dead dev·il n. 1. often Devil In many religions, the major personified spirit of evil, ruler of Hell, and foe of God. Used with the. 2. A subordinate evil spirit; a demon. 3. A wicked or malevolent person. rit·u·al n. 1. The prescribed order of a religious ceremony. 2. The body of ceremonies or rites used in a place of worship.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/QUOTE] [QUOTE=The Tome of Verrücktarzt][SIZE=1][COLOR=SlateGray]Take up your cauldron, black as coal Poure in thy waters of a downed man Add the ashes of arson, Leafes that inspire the dark lust Stir in the bloode of a harlot, and spittle of a greate wolfe With teethe of silver Stir the brewe with blood-stained sword Then, ye add the viper's venome And the hearts of three violent men Wing of bat, feather of a flaming birde Obsidian powder, and black sand too Thick oil, a baby's life, and tongue of a begger Last, the ring of a faithless wife and forged coin, wrapped in snake's skin With winde at your back, water at your front, cold stone beneath, and fire burn 'round Pour it int the skull of an angel, and add last the slothful soul and eyes of a sorcerer Drink deep, and the dark shalle rise again[/COLOR][/SIZE][/QUOTE] These are but a few of the hand-scrawled notes, newspaper clippings, and torn pages that fill the secret folder one Dr. Faustus has hidden in his office. Only he and his "research team" are privvy to their secrets, as only they could unwravel the mysteries. Wolfgang Bernard Faustus was but a child when he heard the tale of his ancestor, the legendary Johannes Faustus. And when the story was through, he knew that he had to know what the old man did. On his tenth birthday, Faustus summoned up the devil Mephistopheles, and a pact was made. Faustus recieved knowledge in all fields, especially black magic, in exchange for something of great value. Not his soul, no, but something even greater for the wiley demon. He wanted the boy's eyes. Because Mephistopheles has found the Ritual of Schwarzgott, and with the aid of the Lords of Hell, he is going to carry it out. And if he succedes, he will break the barrier between Earth and Hell, and let the Apocalypse come forth. When Faustus was 16, the devil came calling. He wanted to collect his prize, but the boy's parents made a tantelizing offer. Their souls, for the boys life. They bought him and his sister time...but time is running out. Distasters are popping up all over the world, tied to bizarre supernatural events. And only the tortured doctor and his few believers can end it. With his Hellhound at his side, and the secrets of black magic at hand, Faustus plans to stop Mephistopheles. But terrible things stand in his way...[/SIZE][/COLOR] [CENTER]*****[/CENTER] [COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]This is an idea that has been percolating in my mind for awhile now. I've always been fascinated by Demonology, and lately, the writers who deal with it. Now, I've decided to bring Faust back to the surface, along with his old enemy, Mephistopheles. if anyone's actually interested in this, I may start it up as early as this weekend. So far, I'm planning on a series, since there's so much going on and an RPG can only last so long... Ideas? Criticisms? Comments? Send 'em my way.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]OOC: Sorry about the wait...dead comp, an' all. Well, let's get the party started, shall we?[/SIZE][/COLOR] [CENTER]*****[/CENTER] [COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Trevor needed booze. He was not, under ordinary circumstances, a drinking man. But these circumstances were far from ordinary. After all...it's not every day that you find yourself in a hotel, meeting the woman you've been in love with for ten years for the first time, and finding out your sleeping in the same room. No, definately ordinary circumstances. And these unusual circumstances led to, as they so often do, stress. And a lot of it. The kind of stress that breeds nervous twitching, nail-biting, and occasionally, paranoia. And, as any self-respecting male in his early-to-mid-twenties knows, the best way to deal with stress is to drink until you can't remember your own name. Which is almost precisely what Trevor planned to do. That is, until he found out the bar was closed. And so, there he was, resting his head against the locked door and silently weeping. He wanted to spend some time with Jamie, he really, really did. But first...he needed to obliterate a few of his brain-cells. Just a few. Maybe, just one. But the bar wouldn't be opening, or so said the sign, for a few hours. And, no doubt, Jamie would be fed up with him by then. What's a man to do? Well, crying like a baby seems to help. And to top it all off, the chorus of a song Jamie sent him so long ago was on repeat in his brain. [I]Pretty girls make me nervous... Pretty girls make me nervous... Pretty girls make me nervous... Pretty girls make me nervous... They're not as pretty as you...[/I] A loud thud echoed through the hall as he slammed his head against the door, and it was followed by a low, growling curse. Trevor was NOT pleased.[/SIZE][/COLOR]