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[Flash]

[I]Everything, the drones, the city ship, Xero, were all pulled into the void at the center of the universe. As it crunched down, colossal amounts of energy and light were expelled and trapped, which added to the final implosion. All points of the universe simultaneously folded over one another, beginning the implosion. A massive cross of light erupts out into a dimensional void, where huge, fierce electric storms rage across a barren infinity. The cross of light began to intensify, to the point where it?s borders were rupturing, energy shooting off at all degrees. Finally, the cross broke its barriers, and buckled, its points all falling towards the center. There was an eruption, titanic, overwhelming. The dimensional void itself was in a flux, as the universe ended. The cross of light was no more, and everything faded. The dimensional void shifted back to normal, the storms continuing as they had and would forever.

There were no victors in this battle. Nor were there any losers. It was a stalemate at best.

And now it was all over.

The End of the Universe.



But it was not the End of the warriors. No.

It was merely the beginning.



Caught in the focal point of a universal collision, the Cityship was not destroyed like everything else. Rather, it survived, but only just. Hull Integrity was borderlining at critical. The surviving crew had managed to escape inside the ship, the only thing seperating them from a dimensional void being a few inches of metal, slowly wearing away and buckling.

They were flung through the void until, by chance, the Ship crossed the path of a massive 'white hole'. Unlike it's black counterpart, a white hole drew matter in from the void, and spewed it out into the vastness of space. Space existing in one of countless alternate universes. And they fell into one of them.

The Cityship drifted for a few days at best. No-one was concious after passing through the white hole. By the time they awoke from their slumber, the Cityship had crashed on a massive planet, one which easily dwarfed the likes of Jupiter.

The planet itself was frighteningly like earth. Landmasses spread over a large ocean, with various climates covering the lands. From cold, tussocky plains to tranquil green pine forests. But the odd thing about this planet wasn't even on the planet itself. Nay, it was high above it.

There were four moons. One moon in the Eastern sky, one in the West, and another two in the North and South. Each one corresponded with the extremes of the region it stood for. For example, the northern part of the planet was, for the most part, quite cold. Therefore, the Northern Moon was a Barely-Inhabitable snowy wasteland. The Eastern Moon was covered in green forests and tranquil lakes, just like most of the Eastern part of the world. To the South, there were quite a few tropical regions, and this too was reflected by the Southern Moon. Part of the Western world was a sandy, rugged wasteland, so too was the Western Moon. But there was one more abnormality that was the most striking.

Where the oceans of the world met, in the 'centre' of the world, there was a gigantic crevass. Masses of water poured into the endless hole, down to the centre of the earth, or so it seemed. And floating high above the huge crevass was an island. It hung in the sky, without any form of propulsion or flight. It seemed impossible, yet there it was. A Waterfall from the island joined the other torrents of water from the Oceans of the Earth, falling straight down the centre of the crevass. The whole area glowed with an eerie green tinge.

The Cityship crashed in a remote part of the planet. Alone, the survivors began rebuilding their lives. But they weren't alone for long. Soon, they found the native inhabitants of the planet. They were human-like beings, not unlike the humans from earth. They were quite technologically advanced, with knowledge of advanced physics and other complex theories. The warriors and survivors from the Cityship intergrated into society quickly, most of them into a nearby town. A few of the crew migrated, moving to other parts of the planet. Eventually, they became adjusted to life on the planet.

That was Five hundred years ago. Throughout the generations, the fighting spirit has faded. The descendants of the Legendary warriors of the past have had no need to fight, and such, have lost the skill and much of power they once had. The mythologies and legends still remain, though; Tales of their forefathers, amazing fighters who had the power to expell energy at will. But in recent times, even the stories have been forgotten. In the post-urban jungle, neo-industrialisation is turning many of the massive cities in the West into decaying, polluted ghost-towns. More money is being spent on researching colonisation in space. Unrest is rising in the once peaceful world.

And among it all, there are a few who wish to remove themselves from the strifes and troubles of the world. Those who wish to persue the same paths as their ancestors; That of Power. From across the globe, they have all headed to a sanctuary in the forests of the Eastern world. 'The Sanctum', as it is known, is the last remaining testament to the ways of the past. A muesem of sorts--On the surface, at least. Underneath, The Sanctum is so much more. From an Archive of information, to a huge martial arts college.

Hard to believe it is all managed by one creature. His name is Tonberry. From the fartherest reaches of the universe, Tonberry is a fighter-come-historian, but he is young, and his power still unbridled, his skill undeveloped. But, like those who have gathered at the Sanctum, through his veins flows a blood that lusts for conflict, for the fight.

Like their fore-fathers, they will learn the way of the sword, the way of the warrior. It all begins here.

Looking at the newly-arrived fighters, Tonberry smiles. There's more than he thought there'd be. He hands out a registration sheet to each of them.[/I]

[b]Name:[/b] Full Name, along with any Nicknames.
[b]Age:[/b] Your Age, in years.
[b]Race:[/b] What race you belong to. (Reminder; There are no pure-blooded Saiyajins here, because of half-and-half offspring, and such.)
[b]Height:[/b] in Feet/Inches.
[b]Description:[/b] Physical Description.
[b]Personality:[/b] Behaviour patterns, likes/dislikes, etc.
[b]History:[/b] A quick run-down of your life-story, basically.

[I]Along with the Registration sheets, Tonberry hands each person a PSM. Personal Statistics Monitor. With these, monitoring your training becomes much easier, as the PSM can give you exact readings of Strength levels, Fatigue levels, and other useful information.[/I]

You have 100 stat points to distribute to four different stats;

Strength
Defense
Speed
Ki (Energy)

[I]Tonberry smiles at the applicants, pointing down a hallway. Down it, there are several doors, each lettered from A to K. They are all dormatories. Each is big enough to accomodate two people.[/I]

[B]Tonberry:[/B] Please, feel free to pick your own Dorm rooms. Choose whichever you want; Except for Dorm E--I'm staying in there.

[I]With that, he smiled, and walked back to his Dorm. Before he entered the door, he turned back to face the students.[/I]

[B]Tonberry:[/B] Leave those forms on the table in the lobby. And welcome to the Sanctum.

[I]He opened the door, and closed it behind him. Everyone took their issued pens, and began filling out the forms.[/I]

It's been awhile.

[Chaos]

Wahahahahahahahaha!! *bad attempt at evil laugh*


[b]Name:[/b] Arano Karakkaze

[b]Nickname:[/b] 'Blank', 'Locomotive'

[b]Age:[/b] 17

[b]Race:[/b] Half Saiya-jin; Half Unknown [Will be explained later]

[b]Height:[/b] 5' 9"

[b]Description:[/b] While not physically intimidating, Arano is actually very powerful. He's very strong in both the manner of manipulation of ki and in the sense of physical power; he is more of an offencive fighter than a speed-demon. He's dressed in a completely black suit, much like Vegetto's, and his hair is spikey, much like Vegetto's, only shorter and very dark as well. Cut like a diamond, once he starts fighting, he becomes, like one of his nicknames, like a locomotive. He also retains a very unique ability [although not just one] from his namesake, 'Blank', that allows him to triple his power for a short period on command [Those of you that have RPed with me know what I'm talking about].

[b]Personality:[/b] Quiet and dark, he prefers to fight rather than banter. When he does talk, his gravely voice speaks with a deadly, spiteful tone of pure malice. One to not smile much, but he can kick back and joke around with good friends. Unfortionatly, he knows no one in this lovely group of fighters....

[b]History:[/b] Born in a capsule, Arano was actually a bio-experiment, and all information was kept from his as to of whom were his parents [or so he says].

Strength: 25
Defense: 20
Speed: 20
Ki: 35

[i]Dorm J[/i]

//Bonus\\

[b]Theme Song:[/b] 'Liberate' by Disturbed

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Bummer, and that color is so non attractive...

Name: Sabirsing Jenica Sevenstar
Nicknames: Sabir, Twister

Age: aw darn, I wanted to put my age in by minutes.....17

Race: Half Sayjian, Half Laporin

Height: 5'7"

Description: see attatchment

Personality: Calm, serious, much like her mother, but a little more on the agressive side. She loves water of any kind, flowers, cute men, and food. She hates men who think they can get into her pants easily, overcooked potatoes, and black hairs on her clothes.

History: Daughter of Warlock and Raiha, born in Punhar thanks to Cinoris's intervening. Her starseed was cultivated in the semi heaven, and when she had matured enough, she went out to see the world from her point of view.

Strength: 24
Defense: 25
Speed: 26
Ki: 25

Dorm: B[/COLOr]

[JesterSpirit]

Name: Laird Tyranus
Nicknames: Gigaslave

Age: 21
Race: Human

Height: 5'11"

Description: Green eyes and long hair down past his shoulders. His hair is tri colored, the left black, the middle red and the right blue. Rough skin covered in long healed scars from burns and gashes mar his complexion. He's rather skinny and doesn't weigh much either. He usually wears light weight clothes favoring the color grey.

Personality: Erratic to the say the least. He can, and constantly does, jump from hyper to walking corpse in four seconds flat. Whether its intentional or just a way to throw people off is anyones guess.

History: His clan, whos name has never been given to outsiders, have long believed the stories about great warriors. They are certain though that the way to this path is not through the body. Harnessing ones energy is the key to great power and its that belief that spurs them on. Their training involves walking on burning coals or quite literally torturing yourself to force control of your own body. Control is everything for when someone can finally tap into their spirit, the power they will harness will far exceed anything a mere muscle can bring. Despite all their training and extreme methods they have yet to cross the threshold. In an attempt to do so they have sent their greatest student to Tonberry. Laird has always shined and has been specially trained since birth for this moment. He has a level of control over his body that would stun a normal man. Able to ignore pain and throw punches with an incredible force even with his lack of muscle. Laird was bred to do what none of his clan has ever done. He will cross that threshold and learn to tap into his energy at will.

Strength: 8
Defense: 10
Speed: 19
Ki: 63

[conpiracymonki]

[b][size=1]OK, rush job.. (my proper one wasn't copied anywhere, and OB screwed on me when I tried to post it)

Name:[/b] Yulaw Star
[b]Age:[/b] Nearing 16
[b]Race:[/b] More human than anything..some saiya-jin blood

[b]Physical Description:[/b]
Can't be specific on clothing, as he changes his clothes a lot. As he walks through into the Sanctum, he is wearing tight velvet grey jeans; Total 90 astro turf trainers; a plain white t-shirt (collarless); and a semi-zip grey hooded overcoat.
His hair is black with a blue shine to it, and is in the form of loose curtains. He has hazel/deep red eyes (depends on lighting), and a deep diagonal scar across his chest not unlike that of Kazuya from the Tekken series, and AJ.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Unlike one of his great ancestors, AJ, Yulaw is a very self-confident (not to be confused with overconfident), silent type of person. He is very intelligent, and though he would rather smirk and frown than smile, he has a deep respect for elders, and anyone who he deems worthy of it.
NOTE: He's not a pervert
(so please Rai don't have him staring etc. this time -_-)

[b]History:[/b]
Yulaw is the only child of Romeo and Michelle Star, and so, knows how to play by himself, and look after himself.
He has been taught a 500 year old form of chinese-boxing by his mother Michelle, that has been passed on down the family.
The new generation AJ.

[b]Stats:[/b]
Strength = 20
Defense = 10
Ki = 30
Speed = 40

[b]Dorm:[/b] J

[b]Hope you're happy with that :)[/b]
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EDIT: A quick AJ history
[b]AJ:[/b]
AJ was born in a quiet village somewhere in Asia, a cute black haired, hazel eyed child. At a tender age of something below 10, the whole village noticed how his power was amazingly way above average.
Anyway, lots of exploring later, his family found out that he was born carrying the spirit of Brolly with him.

He ventured out of his little village, and mets some great warriors, like DragonballZMan, Warlock, Pyro, Sephiroth, and Sabir.
He also reached a high stage of power, which permanently turned his hair a strong blue, and his eyes a deep red.

Then the Tournament began.
The tournament in which a thousand things happened to AJ.

His meeting with the old man; his learning of how to rip holes in space and to travel to parallel universes; his meeting with another of his selves; his accidental death during training, and meeting with dead warriors; his first revival; his permanent fusion with his other self; his death at the hands of Juggernaut in the quarter-final of Aestus' tournament; his second revival; his hunting down and killing of other selves to get stronger; and the last stand against Xero and his drones.[/size]

[Raquel]

Good Ider Flash... Neil is right... You did a really good job

Name: Siren Starr Kojia

Nicknames: Sandtiger, Starr, Stormy (grr Raiha)

Age: 18

Race: Saiyajin/ Human

Height: 5'11"

Description: Lookin for a pic... I know there is one around here
somewhere

Personality: Rowdey, restless, quick to anger... Siren has an anger management problem, and will often get into trouble when provoked...

History: Siren Lived in the western desert with her mother and brother, Serric... Her friends used to provoke her into fighting him... Until one day, she killed him at age fourteen... Horrified at what she had done, she fled her home and became a member of a group of wanders...

Strength: 16
Defense: 11
Speed: 43
Ki: 30

[PiroMunkie]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Piro II; Piro
[b]Age:[/b] appear to be about 20; but in all relativity, I am ageless
[b]Race:[/b] Creation
[b]Height:[/b] 6'5

[b]Description:[/b]
Tall, but prominently thin and lanky with a decent muscular build. Nothing to any extreme, though. Pale. My hair is black and partially shaven, leaving some of his scalp exposed. It is at a medium length. More long than it is short. I often keeps it back out of my face. Eyes are red. Common apparel is a bi-layer black cloak, when closed, it s held together by a small pendant. Underneath I wear a tight-fitting, black, long-sleeve shirt with the shoulders cut out and fingerless gloves on each hand. My pants follow suit with the rest of my clothes: black. They are also a bit baggy, and tucked into my boots. Black and laced. [ see picture at bottom of post ]

[b]Personality:[/b]
I tend to remain rather calm about things, even in the most desperate of situations. Though I do not anger quickly, I do enjoy a good fight, and I jump at the chance to take part in one. Though, on this planet you can see how that is a rarity. I guess you can say it is in my blood to fight. My.. er.. "ancestor" was quite the fighter. I am sure a vast majority of people have forgotten him, a lost legend I guess you could say. ... I am beginning to ramble aren't I? Likes and dislikes? I like things that burn... I do not like things that do not burn. I suppose... Rather odd question.

[b]History:[/b]
I have only been alive for roughly... sixteen? Seventeen years? I am not sure. I have not really kept track. Time is such a trivial thing. Well, in order to explain my history, I should probably bring up my "ancestor" once more. As I said before, he is a bit of a lost legend. Actually, for a majority of his phsyical life, he lived in an entirely different universe than this one. There, he fought valiantly among other warriors to defend a planet much similar to this one. I know this, because I have seen it. He has shown me in his memories. This planet is much larger, though, and a bit more complex. In this universe of his, he was originally created by a god. A Dragon God, to be more specific. After a while he broke from this power, and found that there were more, these were much kinder than his first. Each ruled over a certain element, and each lent him their power but keeping him in limit. They made him work to achieve more power. His final fight for the entire universe, in which he worked with a group of other warriors, ended in neither a win or a loss. I do not even think it could really be considered a draw, or even a stalemate even. The universe collapsed on itself, more or less, and the only survivors ended up here, in this universe. No one actually knew how they got there, but they found themselves on this planet. After a while of existing here, he noticed that he could no longer make any contact with his creators. Those gods who had always guided him. In a dream, or so he said, he recieved their final message. To keep things short and sweet, they were destroyed with the universe that he existed in. Even gods have their own special mortalities. But in a last gift to my "ancestor", they gathered all of their power and put it upon him and gave him a choice. He could either: Take this power, and remain in the phsyical world, but always keep confined to his phsyical limits; or take the power and ascend into a greater, 'immortal' and ever-powerful being and stay forever within a type of "heaven", or greater realm. In other words, become a god. He chose to become a god. He wanted to be able to harness his full power. It made no sense to him to have his cake, and not be able to eat it. Obviously, this was a long time ago. Hundreds of years. To him, it may have only seem like a matter of minutes, or even seconds... maybe even less that that. As I said, time is a trivial thing. With this 'underground', renewed interest in the old ways; of fighting. Being a warrior. It all reminded him of the old days. Back when he was weak, before he had such great power. A part of him felt that need to experience it once more. I am that part of him. He brought me into existence with enough common knowledge of this place that it was not as though I was a new born. Also, just as his creators limited him to his own phsyical being, I am being limited as well. I have the potential, and the stronger my body becomes, the more power I can hold; the more things I can do. That is why I am here.

[b][u]Personal Statistics Monitor[/u][/b]
[b]Strength:[/b] 25
[b]Defense:[/b] 25
[b]Speed:[/b] 25
[b]Ki:[/b] 25

[b]Dorm:[/b] I[/size]
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[Warlock]

*deep sigh* Ah, it has finally returned... The RPG that made me join OB in the first place. And now, it will draw me out of my inactivity to prance around the boards once more... But yes, I'm glad after me bugging you so much, you've finally continued on. Too bad I wasn't able to help with the overall plot more... Well, at all, for the most part.

___________________________________

[B] From The Journal Of ?Warlock?: [/B]

[I] Many years have passed since we crash landed on this planet, and many years more since the time I first leapt at my training dream, when I first realised the power within me? I met many friends, many foes, including the person I?m happiest the most that I met: Rahia.

But things? Things have changed. Something within me began to flourish upon the fourty seventh year of our arrival. It burnt me up from the inside, tried to change the colour of my heart? Only rhetorically speaking, of course. Something I could not explain. But I fought it, and after several years of bitterness and anger at my fellow men and woman, it all but disappeared.

I believed things had gone back to normal. And so, I watched my past flourish around me, my friends and newfound allies on this planet growing old, the blood of my ancestors giving me unusually long life. I felt my power diminish as I began to train less actively? And then, after a great many years, after we had been on this planet for more then one hundred and fifty long years, it returned.

I became weary, hateful? Voices raged in my head, I regularly saw fake imagery of past enemies I had fought, a ghost of their former image. My power itself became corrupt. Sometimes my very presence would send the weaker minded to their knees, holding their heads.

I did not know what was causing this, and despite examinations, nothing was clear. No one knew, or could find out what was happening to me. And so, I left, heading away, where my ?disease? would not affect others.

As I write this, unknown feelings rage against my mind. I do not know how long I can retain my sanity. And so, I write this with hurried mind and hands, as a data entry into the data pad I carry, a relic of times past?

Before you is a record. A record of my life, of all that transpired between the time I began my training, meeting other beginning warriors doing the same? Until the day that I wrote this, the year 205 A.U.D (After Universe Destruction). And if I find it possible, more chapters will be added in time. The areas ahead will not, however, make themselves available until predetermined dates. And do not try to hack through the defences? You will find it impossible.

-Shaun ???, a.k.a Warlock.
[/I]


The screen this has been scrolling on suddenly begins to fizz, before it turns blank and more words appear.

[I] This was first accessed by a non-controlling unit in the year [B] 497 A.U.D [/B]. At this point, all chapters from beginning to log 58 have been unlocked. Last entry was entered at an undetermined time. The next log entry will be unlocked in?

[B] 000:00:01:18:22:45 [/B] [/I]

OOC: For your Out Of Character clarification, that?s obviously a clock ticking down. In orders, each group of numbers between [B]:[/B]s mean, in order? Years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds. You?ll find out more about all of this once the RPG itself begins. And I?m assuming here, if foolishly, that this is pretty much, give or take a year or two, [I]really[/I] five hundred years since the city ship crashed into this planet. If it isn?t, I?ll just change it as soon as I know?




[B]Name:[/B] Seth

[B]Nickname:[/B] None

[B]Age:[/B] 29

[B]Race:[/B] Part human, part Saiyajin, part Zork by the slightest bit.

[B]Height:[/B] 6'1"

[B]Description:[/B] Short, black hair. Blue eyes. Medium build. Yes, very short, but clothes and such will probably be changing constantly... I'll give a better description once the RPG starts.

[B]Personality:[/B] Friendly, and one of those people who tends to run after woman, trying to make them love him. And despite been helpful, yet fairly hard to falter once he has his mind on something, he doesn't have much luck with the opposite sex. With a calm mind, and someone not easily freaked, he's a strange mix of brawn and brain.

And the personality will be worked on once the RPG starts... Need to see how he acts first before I can give a more indepth personality.

[B]History:[/B] One of the few true ancestors of 'Warlock', Seth was born in Eastern part of the world, to a pair of parents that he has long lost contact with. He child hood was not one of complete physical training, though that doesn't mean he didn't do any. It was only after he had grew older and left his family that he began to focus on such ambitions... So, not much has happened to him as of yet.

[B]Stats:[/B]

Strength: 20
Defense: 25
Speed: 25
Ki (Energy): 30

______________________

[B]Name:[/B] Shaun ??? (Yes, I've given his [I]real[/I] name for once. His last name is, alas, unknown)

[B]Nickname:[/B] Warlock

[B]Age:[/B] Unknown

[B]Race:[/B] Hybrid: Saiyajin, Human, Zork (Race of my own design)

[B]Height:[/B] 6'2"

[B]Description:[/B]

Currently: Unknown

Before His Disappearence: Below Link

[B]Personality:[/B] Unknown (I'll give everyone a breif when he does finally return... You'll just have to wait)

[B]History:[/B] One of the very original warriors, Warlock was a constantly training, always trying to gain an edge over everyone else in the beginning. But as time went, he became less competitive against his fellows and began to train instead to overcome the enemies that began to arrive...

He fought the androids, personally defeating their leader (if I remember correctly... Heck, that was over a year ago >_<) became the main rival of the beast known only as 'Him', ect ect, met his long lost brother, and participated in the one event that changed the universe forever... The one and only tournament, that while it took a while for it to get started, Warlock was a favorite of winning it, and as figures like Juggernaut and Connor appeared, he was able to make his way to the semi finals, where after a long and never ending battle, he forfeited the battle to Sephiroth.

As Xero and his drones engulfed the universe, he was there on the cityship, fighting to the last... And then, he was here... Well, over there. ...Okay, the planet, whatever it may be called.

And from then on, it's mostly a mystery... For now.

[B]Stats:[/B]

Well, I'm not listing them since they're over 100 in total... Warlock is, however, much weaker then he once was. [I]Much weaker.[/I] He probably won't even be truly seen for quite a while anyway, let alone be fighting, so it should be alright when he finally engages in combat.

[Juu]

[color=deeppink] [size=1][b]Name:[/b] Asuri Asamiya

[b]Age:[/b] Awake for 16 years, Frozen for 3000

[b]Race:[/b] Android

[b]Height:[/b] 5'6

[b]Description:[/b] See pic...

[b]Personality:[/b] Asuri's naive looks are decieving. She prefers to make her opponents believe she is much weaker than she really is. Asuri enjoys toying with her opponents, and can often get very frustrating. Outside of battle, she is relevantly sweet, although she enjoys an occasional taunt.

[b]History:[/b] Asuri was shocked when she woke up. She felt different; her body felt different. She knew something had changed. The air felt different... She was confused. Where were her parents? She walked outside of the mysterious laboratory she had awaken in, and stood petrified at what she saw. She was in the mountains, a high peak that stood above a town. A town children could only dream about last time she checked... Asuri walked back to the lab, and laid down where she had waken up. She wanted to wake up. It would all be back to normal soon. She woke up once more, still in the same place.It hadn't been a dream, yet she still couldn't believe it. She glanced around to see a strange man, seemingly a doctor, or something of the sort. She asked him what year it was, and where she was. The doctor explained to her that she had been severely injured by an accident, and the only way to save her was to give her artificial parts and put her to rest. She was an android, an artifical human. She had the ability to fly, and produce unusual ki blasts. She felt stronger... it was time to put her new strength to the test.

[b]Stats:[/b]
Strength: 4
Defense: 20
Speed: 72
Ki: 14

[b]Dorm:[/b] C

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[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Cannine Jah Orrin [Translation- Crimson Everlasting River]
[b]Nicknames[/b]: Ken, Fluffy.

[b]Age[/b]: 28

[b]Race[/b]: Human/Sayian/Unknown

[b]Height[/b]: 6'8

[b]Description[/b]: [img]http://deathknightv4.netfirms.com/evil_guy.jpg[/img]

[b]Personality[/b]: Despite his evil looks, Ken is a more easy-going, comedic type of fellow. He has his fair share of arrogance, animosity, and depression, but he balances it with ironic humor that matches the situation he is in. His mood swings from happy, to quiet, to mad, to pyschopathically suicidal.

[b]History[/b]: His father is the leader of a large Anarchist movement that represents some of the general unrest that is beginning to brew across the world. From childbirth, he has strived to teach himself how to fight- So he could defend himself, his sister, his father. With no teacher, no one to watch him, his training caused him to get injured often, causing the scars strone across his body- before finally his father made him stop- But not before the thrist for battle had reawoken in his blood. Years passed, and the burning flame continued to burn. Finally, he decided to be trained more professionally, he went to the Sanctum, away from the polotics of his Father, to follow what his blood was telling him to do. Grabbing the sword that had been mere decoration for so many years in his house, sharpening it, he grabbed a small pack of items and departed.

[b]Strength[/b]-30
[b]Defense[/b]- 18
[b]Speed[/b]- 22
[b]Ki[/b]- 30

[b]Dorm[/b]- C [with Asuri][/color]

[Gavin]

[color=royalblue][b]Name[/b]: Alex McNeill

[b]Nicknames[/b]: Axle, Mac

[b]Age[/b]: 17

[b]Race[/b]: Chronosian/Saiya-Jin

[b]Height[/b]: 6'6

[b]Description[/b]: Alex has light brown hair that drapes down to his shoulders, not unlike Trunks for DBZ: Early Android Saga. He has deep blue eyes that sparkle whenever he laughs. He is of a lean build though he is slightly muscular to an extent. Like all Chronosians he has no visible scars on his body, this is because the Chronosians have the ability to regenerate. He wears his normal clothes when not training which consists of a white robe similar to a gi except more loosely across the body and a pair of sandals. When training he wears the normal training gear of a Chronosian martial artist that is made up of a silver and black suit similar to the one Jin wears except that they extend all the way down the arm. On his hands he wears silver fighting gloves and black and silver boots on his feet.

[b]Personality[/b]: Alex is good humored and loves a good joke, he enjoys hanging out with the others but also likes his privacy when he can read books or study star charts. He is quite confident in his abilities but not cocky. He always respects those who will try there best at something but can get a little annoyed at those who are lazy.

[b]History[/b]: Alex was born on Chronos almost twenty years ago and ever since then he has had a great love for learning but also a fierce love of combat, this was considered strange by some of the elders in his family as they had a great love for science and education. However there was an explanation. Alex's great grandfather had been a Saiya-jin, who had come to Chronos, he was defeated by Chronosian warriors and brought back to the planet alive and unharmed where he was allowed to live providing he was not aggressive or violent, Reetu (his great grandfather) agreed and led a life teaching and training in the ways of a warrior.

It was only a few years after he met his wife and Alex's great grandmother and they fell in love and married. Few in the later generation possessed the knowledge or ability of Ki, however this all changed when Alex was born, immediately from birth Alex was interested in combat and had the ability to control Ki, he was training by Reetu until he was twelve, when Reetu died. Alex vowed he would prove himself to his grandfather and has so spent the last 5 years training and working on his technique. Six months ago Alex heard about the school of martial arts and left his home world in search of it so he can attend.

[I]Stats[/I]

[b]Strength[/b]: 20

[b]Defense[/b]: 20

[b]Speed[/b]: 30

[b]Ki[/b]: 30

[b]Dorm[/b]: G[/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red][b]Name:[/b] Kern Domhnull Mabuz Beadurinc
[b]Nickname:[/b] Kerndurnc
[b]Age:[/b] Twenty-four
[b]Race:[/b] Half-Sayain
[b]Height:[/b] 6'4"
[b]Description:[/b] He has bright, very apparent, red hair. He wears a dark and shrowdy cloak all about his body, and his head is the only thing left uncovered by this hungering and surrounding darkness of the cloak. Hidden deep inside his cloak, he lies hidden a large broad sword which is a sword passed down from generation to generation in his family.
[b]Personality:[/b] He is a warrior, pure and honorable. He is rather short-sighted and extremely arrogant and hubrant. Every action he takes with nobility and pure warrior ethic.
[b]History:[/b] His father was one of the Saiyans who had survived the trip so long ago. He grew up his life training non-stop, as is the way of his family. When he turned eighteen, he was given the sword of his father, Ma'isah, and since then has been wondering about, finding fights and training as he could find fit.

[b]Strength:[/b] 35

[b]Defense:[/b] 20

[b]Speed:[/b] 15

[b]Ki:[/b] 30

[b]Dorm:[/b] K[/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOr=royalblue]So WArlock.....your character that was with mine is dead. Okay. *scratches head*

And the only reason Sabir is so young is because she took forever to mature. End of questions and confusion. I think.[/COLOR]

[Guest Zeh]

[color=royalblue][b]Name[/b]: Known as "Satari"

[b]Age[/b]: 15

[b]Race[/b]: Human/unknown hybrid

[b]Height[/b]: 5'7

[b]Description[/b]: Much like the person attached. Besides that he wears a blue muscle shirt, with simple black pants. A katana is strapped to his back. His headband has the symbol of his his family, two golden lines, decorated like snake scales. When the weather isn't fair, he wears a dark cloak.

[b]Personality[/b]: Quick to think and act, Satari is usually the first to recover from things. He has a bright and open personality, he likes to share his opinion on matters. Most of the time he's a bright, happy, and an all around cheerful guy.

[b]History[/b]: As a child, Satari felt as if something in the world was missing. Something for him to do, somewhere for him to fit in. Where he grew up, everybody was "afraid" of his family. He was always quick to snap at someone, or jump them, and start a fight. He really wasn't well thought of. One day, as a traveller passed through town, he told a tale about "The Sanctum" and Satari decided to venture there. His old home forgotton, Satari has a whole new attitude.

[b][u]Stats[/u][/b]

[b]Strength[/b]: 25
[b]Defense[/b]: 10
[b]Speed[/b]: 45
[b]Ki[/b]: 20

[b]Dorm[/b]: I (If Piro doesn't mind) [/color]

[Guest Musahi]

[color=darkred][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Prometheus Defiler;
[b]NickNames:[/b] Dan; Theus;
[b]Age:[/b] 27
[b]Race:[/b] Saiyan/Unknown
[b]Height:[/b] 5'6

[b]Description:[/b]
Pretty short, and is really skinny as well. He has a very small muscular structure. But remains quite strong. His hair is red and mildly long. Coming down to his mid-cheek. His hair is soft too, silky almost. His eyes are pure white. And his vision is nearly perfect. His usual clothing consists of a red trench coat. It is kept open, not closed. Exposing what he wears underneath. He has a small chest plate on. His chest plate has a small crest on it. It is something his mother gave to him. It was one of his ancestors a long time ago. He doesn't know it's meaning, but he wears it to honor them. Along with some baggy black pants. He wears tight fitting, light-weight shoes. White shoes, with no laces. On his head he wears a black top hat. He only wears it to make himself feel taller. Of course during combat he takes it off.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Prometheus is a spastic guy. Jumping at every little thing. He is not scared, but just a little high strung. He doesn't take any chances and won't fight unless he knows he will win. Or is forced too. He isn't as easy to anger as you may think. Unlike most saiyans/part saiyans his anger does little to increase his power. He only divulges information about himself to those he knows best.And few take the time to get to know him. But, once they do they find out he is really a good guy. He has a good sense of humor. Despite his [i]social[/i] problem, he relates well with many people. But only to an extent, he has [b]no[/b] love life. He was never really attracted to the opposite sex, not the same sex either though. Prometheus thinks he has no place in this world, but if he does. He would like to find it.

[b]History:[/b]
Prometheus, is an outcast. Looked down upon by all around him, except for the few who actually know him. He has a deep personality and a great understanding of the things going on around him. He never knew his father, he has no memory of the first 7 years of his life. His mother always told him stories about how great his father was. But she never told Prometheus why his father wasn't with them. Prometheus just assumed he died of natural causes. But Prometheus really doesn't care. Sure, he would love to have a father. But how can he love someone he doesn't know. He doesn't even know if he is alive. As far as Prometheus is concerned his Father was never there for him. But what Prometheus doesn't know is that his father is alive and well. Being a loner gives Prometheus time. Time to think, train, and anything else he fancies. He doesn't [i]fancy[/i] much, few things can keep him entertained. He spends most of the time he has studying the art of Ki. Ki is his strongest attribute and he improves it greatly. The other time he has is spent at the local research center (think library). He researches what happened to all the glorious fighters so long ago. He dreams of being like them. They are his idols. He is here to seek, honor, glory, and greatly improve his strength.

[b]Statistics Monitor[/b]
[b]Strength:[/b] 15
[b]Defense:[/b] 15
[b]Speed:[/b] 20
[b]Ki:[/b] 50

[b]Dorm:[/b] H
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[9mm Avenger]

[COLOR=firebrick]Well, this looks good, Flash...

[b]Name:[/b]Marth Rigfield

[b]Age:[/b]19.

[b]Race:[/b]Half-Sayajin, half-human.

[b]Height:[/b]Five feet, 5 inches

[b]Description:[/b]Marth is very short, so his body is quite compact, giving the impression his body was compressed. A well formed muscular structure contributes to this impression. Marth had alot of blonde hair, which sags down, instead of sticking up. His facial expression suggests he is bored with everything going on around him, with over shadowed dark blue eyes contributing to that. Normally Marth wears a ripped tank top, some dark jeans, black shoes, and a dark, tattered wristband.

[b]Personality:[/b]Marth isn't interested by [i]anything[/i], and almost never laughs, unless someone else is in pain, giving him a sadistic nature. Of course, he dosen't think this, and is somethimes quite the egotist, especially around women.

[b]History:[/b]In his younger years, when he was twelve, Marth was a fighting champ at his school, and was never bested, not even by his own fighting instructor. This is why he is very strong. Marth has no idea who his parents are, but all they know is that they died after he was born, and he was raised by his uncle until he was eighteen, then he left to take on life on it's own.

[b]Strength:[/b]50

[b]Defence:[/b]20

[b]Speed:[/b]20

[b]Kai:[/b]10

[b]Dorm:[/b]None..yet

[/COLOR]

[Wolf Maximas13]

HELL YAH!!! oops sorry. been waiting for something like this for along time.

Name: Wolf Maximas
Age: 245(45)
Race: Labrian( i know it's nothing you've heard of, but this has been my character for years. i really want him to be the same here)
Height: 7'5"
Wolf is basiclly a seven foot tall werewolf, but not acually a "werewolf". call him more of an huminoid wolf. he has silver/gray fur all over his body. his main is in along pony tail that touches the ground. he has dark blue pants on that are ripped at the knee. he wears a black sash around his waste. he has black fingerless gloves, and his feet are bare but there tapped up tight. his tail is very bushy and can easily wrap around Wolf one time.
Personality: he mainly keeps to himself and doesn't talk much bout his family(which will come in later). he has a very stron since of right and wrong, and hates watching people get hurt i any way. he'll step into a fight even if he thinks he can't win to back someone up.
History: most of this can be told later, but for now Wolf is the best fighter on Labrina do to his parents. one was his father a strong powerful Labrinan, and his mother was a Dradonion( don't hit me for this. i have made up to complete races. one the Labrinans and the other the Dradonians. i think you can guess what the Dradonians look like)

strength:25
defence:25
speed:25
ki:25

[Shinobi]

Am i too late to join? I just found out about this a couple of mins ago. v_v.

::EDIT:: Since there is 11 dorm rooms, and 2 able to stay in each taking away FF's Character that leaves 21 spaces. So i hope this is ok, here is my sign up.

Name: Shin Bangkai (Shin)

Age: 18

Race: Human/Half-Saiyan

Height: 7"3

Description: He is huge in build. Large muscular and strong, but, he is suprisingly fast and stealthy, ninja-like. If he is close range with target and is low on energy, he would manly slug them, like a brawler. He has shallow tanned skin, brown hair, blue eyes. He is mainly topless, if not, he wears a dark army green tank top. He wears a huge black belt, black army boots and comufladge (sp?) combats. He also wears a camufladge bandana, occasionaly it is removed. He always carries a Katana with him (look in History)

Personality: He is a very cheerful and happy guy. He is the one to crack jokes, even in the worst of moods. If you meas him or his family and friends about, his personality almost turns opposites.

History: Shin was your usual boy,until he found out his great-great-great-great-grandfather was a being known as a "Saiyan" he was an emense fighter, one near to superiority. Shin, his father an fore-fathers all have Saiyan blood in them, therefore has the instinct. His mother was a beautiful human, blonde hair, blue eyes. She told of how his father used to try and pick up his ancestors sword and try and fight, but failed missrebly. Shin on the other hand...as soon as he pickedup the ancieant Katana, it felt apart of him and carries it with him constantly,although he would rather settle things with his fists than weapons, like a true fighter.

Stats

Strength: 30
Defense: 20
Speed: 25
Ki: 25

Dorm: ... wherever i am not bothered, whoever is willing for this big lump to be with them.

[Gohan]

[B]Name:[/B] Jack Masters

[B]Age:[/B] 17

[B]Race:[/B] Human/ part saiyan

[B]Height:[/B] 5feet 11 inches

[B]Description:[/B] He has spiky black hair and deep icy blue eyes. He is muscular but not bulky and every muscle is very defined. He wears a navy blue fighting outfit which has no sleeves and white boots. (Like Majiin Vegeta)

[B]Personality:[/B] Is a lively character but knows when to get serious. When he sets his mind on something he doesn?t give up until he gets it. But sometimes his determination gets him in a little too deep. He has an explosive temper, which he likes to show. Don?t get in his way when he?s in one of his moods.

[B]History:[/B] Jack grew up with both his parents. His mother was a beautiful, loving and caring woman, and his father was well trained in his martial arts. Jack was taught from an early age and found out that his father, learned martial arts from his father. Jack became very interested in his forefathers, so he decided to do some research on them. There was something about them written, they were saiyans, or at least part saiyans. Jack then researched Saiyans, which were only believed to be a myth and found out that they were legendary fighters. This inspired Jack to become as great a fighter as his ancestors and was eager to sign up for the martial arts college.

[B]Stats:[/B]
[I]Strength:[/I] 30
[I]Speed:[/I] 30
[I]Defence:[/I] 15
[I]Ki:[/I] 25

[B]Dorm:[/B] A

[Asylum]

[B]Name:[/B] Ben Yejori

[B]Age:[/B] 37

[B]Race:[/B] Half-Sayajin, Half-human.

[B]Height:[/B] 6'2"

[B]Description:[/B]
He has long, wavy hair with dark-grey eyes. He is quite strong and very fast. He wears white pants with one black stripe down the outside of each leg with a black shirt.

[B]Personality:[/B]
He is an agresive person (due to a hard life on the streets), hard to make friends with. Don't get in his way on a bad day and you'll be fine.

[B]History:[/B]
He grew up on the streets with his brother, stealing to survive. As he got older he learnt to fight and trained by an experienced fighter (name unknown).

[B]Stats:[/B]
[I]Strength:[/I] 15
[I]Speed:[/I] 60
[I]Defence:[/I] 5
[I]Ki:[/I] 20

[B]Dorm:[/B] D

[Wolf Maximas13]

hey shinobi, you can bunk with me man. i could use a friend to help me get threw this thing. although i didn't say which dorm i'm in either, but i think flash can take care of that.

[Juu]

[color=deeppink] [size=1]You can go back and put it yourself. ^_^
Just click the 'edit' button under your post.[/color] [/size]

[Progressive]

[B]Name:[/B] Mog.

[B]Age:[/B] 16.

[B]Race:[/B] Moogle.

[B]Height:[/B] 2' 8"

[B]Description:[/B] A small white animal. (See Picture)

[IMG]http://www.boomspeed.com/hollykendall/Mog.jpg[/IMG]

[B]Personality:[/B] Is weary and shy of people he meets, but once he is comfortable with them he is very outgoing and friendly. On the battle field he is a conservative fighter and likes to test his opponent for overall strength and speed. However sometimes rage takes hold of him and he goes completely beserk with no honour and mercy to his opponent.

[B]History:[/B] Mog was abandoned as a baby in the dense Tropical Jugnles of the South. Having to fend for himself, he grew to be stronger and more resourceful than most others of his kind. More importantly, he learned how to fight. He has decided to study at the Sanctum to increase his skill and power to levels the likes of which have never before been seen. Being a Moogle he has had the ability to fly since birth.

[B]Strength[/B] - 10
[B]Defense[/B] - 5
[B]Speed[/B] - 80
[B]Ki[/B] - 5

[B]Dorm:[/B] F

[Heartless Me]

Name: Yuugi Li
Age: N/A
Race: Biodroid(Kind of like Cell.)

Height: 6ft 3in

Description: Actually quite thin and lithe, but not to be decieved because he harbors a hidden strength that suprises many. He has short spiked black hair and slightly slanted ebon eyes and wears black tshirt and black leather pants. He has two holes in his hands where he uses them to absorb an opponants ki power temporarily. He has one blue eye and one red eye, the red eye allows him to see on the infrared and uv spectrums and the blue eye lets him see things happening at up to 50% more than his speed is.

Personality: Very cold and calculated, not very emotional at all but does have a soft spot for children.

History: Yuugi was made by a very secrective scientist looking for a way to keep the spirit of fighting alive but an earthquake sealed his cave so he was unable to escape. many years later during a meteor shower, a large rock from space came down and crashed into the mountain freing Yuugi from his natural prison. After travelling the world a time over he heard of "The Sanctum" and decided to see what it was about.

Strength: 10
Defense: 15
Speed: 70
Ki (Energy): 5

Dorm V

[Guest QuickSilver]

Flash, it's Craig (Yoda) here... basically I'm here as super goku because my monitor broke, so I came up to super goku's house to sign up but for some reason we can't log him off... basically because we're both idiots. I just wanted to get my sign up in while I still had a chance.
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[B]Name:[/B] Valygar

[B]Age:[/B] 93

[B]Race:[/B] Dunmer

[B]Height:[/B] 6'2"

[B]Description:[/B] Valygar, like all Dunmer, has deep blue skin, thin pointed ears, and red eyes. However, his right eye was cut open during a previous fight, and a large scar runs over it from fore head to lower cheek. He has shoulder length, thick black hair that comes down over his forehead, partly covering his scared eye. He is slim in build, but quite muscular. He wears the traditional armour of Dunmer soldiers, armour plated trousers, and a light steel-plate vest, fingerless black leather gloves, and large black boots.

[B]Personality:[/B] Quiet and disgruntled, he speaks rarely, and when he does, he always speaks his mind. He has a deep respect for those with power, though he finds it difficult to like or trust anyone.

[B]History:[/B] Valygar is of the Dunmer race, a warrior race not completely unlike the saiyans. The Dunmer, however, were not naturally as gifted as the saiyans in the ways of Ki... infact, it was rare that a Dunmer would gain the level of control needed for flight. Also, the Dunmer were a very introvert race, they stayed on their planet, and didn't bother anyone. They did not welcome visitors, and any Dunmer that wished to travel off planet was regarded as strange. Any Dunmer who wished could be trained in a school of fighting, in which they would develop fighting skills as well as academic. Valygar was pushed into one of these schools by his father, who was a Seargent in the Dunmer army. Valygar was quickly seen as someone gifted in the ways of Ki, which the Dunmer referred to as 'Bárak'. Valygar trined, away from home for years, and at 20, he voluntarily drafted into the army. He served under peace for 7 years, but then, the Dunmer went to War. An invading species known as Argonians tried to take over the Dunmer planet... but the Dunmer were prepared. A huge battle ensued, in which the Argonians lost and fled... but the Dunmer suffered heavy losses. Valygar had lost his father, and his right eye in the War, and for a time he hated battle. He left his planet, into exile, and for a time was considered AWOL by the army. They later decided his body must have been among the missing casualties of the War. He travelled, though after a peroid of two years his passion for fighting grew again. He heard rumours of a martial arts college on a nearby planet, and went there without a second thought.

Strength: 20
Defense: 25
Speed: 35
Ki (Bárak): 20